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  1. I finally write this ,the favorite character in hsr ,DrRatio .But in Chinese version ....... sorry i still need some time to translate them (it s so difficult ....) and this is the full fiction 😊 《纯粹思维的洗礼/真理医生》 午后阳光恰好,花叶芬芳。 他虽已时时注意洁净,思维难免会因滞涩而生尘。 “疗愈思想与保持健康同样重要。” 愚人的喧嚣随疲意一同远去,他沉入水中,任思绪漂浮,心神循序澄明。 “真理会躲开不洁,唯有纯粹方可接近。” 这便是拉帝奥教授每日的习惯。在结束了一阶段的工作后,一次洗浴,身体乃至精神上的洗浴,正是他必不可少的仪式。他称之为“纯粹思维的洗礼”。的确,在只有一人的浴室里,盛满洗澡水的浴缸为他隔绝了外部的喧嚣,也使他思维逐渐澄澈。无需石膏头为他阻隔,任凭氤氲的水汽覆上他的每一寸肌肤,疲惫被洗去,思维便可如发梢滴落的水珠般顺理成章且恰到好处。 没错,他有洁癖。唯有此间浴室,在他眼中方能达到“洁净”的标准。的确,此处于他而言,既可洗浴,更可学习,休憩。他离不开书籍和浴缸,当然。 这日拉帝奥教授方结束完公司的一场任务,便收到真理大学发来的一封邮件——学校不久后将举行的一场学术讲座因故需紧急调整时间,来询问主讲人拉帝奥教授何时方便调整。拉帝奥在脑中迅速过了一遍近期的行程安排,既然待会无事且自己早已准备好这场讲座,何不马上就将其完成?他迅速回复了学校,便吩咐公司将其送往目的地。 到达学校后,拉帝奥在他的办公室中整理好讲座所需的资料,便前往教室。他极强的时间观念使他不慌不忙,又总是恰到好处,这也是他所认为的“学者美德”之一。偌大的阶梯教室里此时已坐满了前来听讲的学生,拉帝奥教授走向讲台,开始了他的演讲。 确实,作为一名经验老道的学者与教师,这场学术讲座不过是他大大小小的授课生涯中微不足道的一门课罢了。但今日,石膏头下的俊美脸庞却在不为人知的阴影中蒙上了一丝他本人都感到疑惑的迟滞。他感觉自己如同沙漏的下半部分一般,正在被细微得几乎不可见但又有明显感触的砂粒细流一点点地,填注着身体的某个部分。 聪慧如他,当然很快就觉察到这种异常来自哪里。只是,这实在难以承认,毕竟此前他并无这种经历。一种时间观念极强的人,就算是不刻意安排,顺势行动也可以安排出完美的日程。可是今日的讲座,明显处于状况之外。 极低的偶然性,但一切偶然都是必然。 拉帝奥的脑中很快就承认了他在憋尿这个事实。距离他上次如厕已过去了五个小时,在晨起洗浴前。在完成公司任务的期间的水分摄入不多,但随着时间过去也早已完成他们的水循环任务,正一点一点地挤进膀胱。这种感觉在隐隐约约之时若是注意到,便会无法摆脱且愈演愈烈。石膏头下的沉默微不可查地顿了顿,但又恢复了波澜不惊的正常中。 还有一个半小时。讲演的过程若是减少自身的移动,这时间绰绰有余。拉帝奥教授这么想着。教授思维强大的能动性此刻显然是无法帮助他抑制这种异常感的。一切以时间地点为转移…确实,五小时的时间足以形成一切,公开的教室地点也是严肃的…被一点点灌注的感觉在物理意义上压迫到了越来越多的神经元细胞,越来越多的感受器将神经冲动传输向神经中枢。他当然知道这个中枢并不在脊髓而是在大脑皮层,因而此刻他才得以不让效应器产生效应,阻隔了这个反射过程的完成。 啧,这种时候走神真的好吗?拉帝奥教授仍一如既往地讲着,问题分析也依旧思路清晰明确。但他不可避免地顺势稍稍夹紧了站立的双腿,并微靠在讲台边缘。他带着石膏头,无人能看清他的表情。讲台遮挡,也不会有人注意到他双腿间偶然的摩擦。只是他停止了板书的演示,尽量保持全身的静止。的确,一旦察觉了自己的尿意,便再也不能忽视甚至还逐渐明显。这和那些烦人的蠢材不同,那些尚可通过“隔绝五感”来避免,但此刻生理上的急迫却一点一点地刺激着他的神经。 他有些心焦了。 自己自懂事起便从没烦恼过这方面的问题,他总是一有需求便去,即使时机不恰好也从不急迫。今日的新鲜感受使他忽然回忆起儿时班上的某位同学,因尿急而不断地抖脚,课桌下扭转的身体,颤抖的双腿和热流涌出那刻的突然的静止。几乎是一瞬的感同身受,那种蠢材才有的愚蠢后果…他有些心焦了。 腰间层叠的衣服布料正摩挲着他的小腹,教授稍抬起一只脚,足尖点地,大腿根处用力挤了下身几下。这些动作完全是出于本能,急迫感在此刻倒灌,虽止住了向前的滴漏,但向后却产生了摇曳的惯性。沉重的呼吸早已塞满了石膏头套,他眼神昏暗,试图在说出的每个字,每个音节上承担一份呼吸的重量。手指…很想下去帮忙,但是,显然无法,也不能做出这样的动作。 在某个停顿的瞬间,或许是因为思维的跳跃还未到达另一块彼端的木板,就这样毫无征兆地冲出了一股暖流。瞳孔猛然放大,他马上止住了这股喷薄欲出的灾难。那种淅淅沥沥的滴落在用力止住的末梢是欲坠不坠水珠,在下体瘙痒着被布料吸收。拉帝奥已经顾不得多想,他的脑中快速运转了一番,一面用着全身的力气抵挡下体的泄洪,一面继续言简意赅地使话语尽快奔向讲座的末尾。 是的,在一片混乱中结束了。他当然是不再留出提问的时间,直接拿着讲课资料走出门外。外人看来这或许只是个奇怪的,步履稳健的,有时候忽然在一片匀速运动中加速的石膏头男人。学生看来或许只是他接下来又有其他任务需要马上完成。那最好是所有人都不要多想罢。以往从无此般经历的他纵使有千万分力量也无法使他一边维持正常走路姿势一边止住漏尿的惯性。没错,在他踏出教室门的那刻,淅淅沥沥地,大腿内侧开始一点点被细流濡湿,那些仿佛灌注着的沙漏沙子此刻也变成了最具实感的温热液体,如被一点点挤出针管的药液一样滴注。 摇动的披风,两条长腿交叠的步伐,黑白的菱形瓷砖,永远目不斜视的石膏头。井然有序的一切掩盖的是影影绰绰的湿痕,或许过不久瓷砖上留下的一长串水珠马上蒸发。最好是无人注意,也确实没人注意。但拉帝奥教授在他有序的混乱中却错误地凭着惯性来到了学校的教师澡堂。 已经顾不得多想,他拉开一间单间便进去了。在浴缸里,甚至是整个浴室里排泄,一向被他视为亵渎的存在,但他此刻别无选择。拉帝奥教授抓住门把的手大力颤抖,这无人的环境驱使下暖流终不再淅淅沥沥,而是大股大股地涌出,伴随着喷尿的滋滋声,很像烧烤架上尖叫的香菇。深蓝色的长裤一片湿热,脚底与鞋面打滑得厉害。那些流到地面的黄色尿液不断扩散开,扩散到门的底下。若此刻外头有人,这场面一定是人人心中明了。拉帝奥显然想到了这点,他直接顺势跌坐入浴缸中,余下的尿液在身下包围着扩散着,比泡腾片还泡腾片的黄痕在可见之处溢出。浴缸外瓷砖上冷却的尿液比时间还停滞,倒映的大抵是达利软掉的时钟。记忆的永恒。泡腾片完全泡发。尖叫的香菇思考“生鱼片是死鱼片”的命题。 午后阳光恰好,花叶芬芳。 他虽已时时注意洁净,思维难免会因滞涩而生尘。 “疗愈思想与保持健康同样重要。” 愚人的喧嚣随疲意一同远去,他沉入水中,任思绪漂浮,心神循序澄明。 “真理会躲开不洁,唯有纯粹方可接近。”
  2. Chapter 1: On the Way Home Alice had to pee. Very, very badly. So badly, in fact, that she was doing what could only be called a potty dance as she got out of her car. It wasn’t her fault. She’d gotten pulled into an unscheduled meeting at work that had eaten up the last hours of her afternoon. And then as she was leaving, the bathrooms had been closed for cleaning. No problem, she thought. Sure, she needed to go, but it wasn’t critical and it was only a twenty minute drive home. Or rather, it should have been a twenty minute drive. But a nasty accident had blocked off all but one lane of the highway and tripled her commute time, leaving plenty of time for the water she’d drank in the meeting to collect in her bladder. But she was home now, finally. Well, almost finally, she corrected, as she squirmed towards her apartment’s outdoor staircase. Why did she have to live on the fourth floor? Her bladder throbbed as she began the ascent, as if it could sense how close her bathroom was. At the first landing she came to an abrupt halt and shoved her hand between her crossed legs as an especially intense wave of desperation crashed through her. It subsided after a few moments, but left little relief in its wake. She looked despairingly at the three and a half more flights of stairs she had. How could she possibly make it? But she had to. It was the only option. She was a grown woman; she certainly wasn’t going to pee her pants like a little kid. So she resumed her ascent, though she did have to keep her hand clutched to her crotch - thank god there was no one around to see her. She made it to the second floor without incident, and even started to think she’d worked herself into a panic for nothing as she rounded the turn and kept climbing. Halfway there! she thought in triumph as she lifted her foot to the landing between the second and third floors. And then it happened. Another urge spasmed though her, and despite crossing her legs and holding herself just as tightly as before, she couldn’t prevent a hot spurt of pee from leaking out of her, puddling against her skin before being absorbed by her clothes. I can’t wet myself! she thought in a panic, squeezing even harder and managing to stop the flow. But she just had. She could feel her wet panties clinging to her, and when she looked down there was a small but undeniable wet spot on her jeans. Okay, so she’d peed her pants. But only barely, she tried to rationalize. A tiny leak like that doesn’t really count. Anyone could be caught short like this. She would make it to her apartment, have the world’s most satisfying pee in the toilet, and it would be like this never happened. She didn’t even make it to the third floor. Maybe the first leak had broken some sort of seal. Maybe her pelvic muscles gave up in fatigue. Maybe her bladder had reached its absolute capacity. Regardless, she froze in horror as she felt more pee leak out of her, re-warming her clothes - and this time, she couldn’t stop it right away. She felt it trickling down her thighs and seeping under her butt before she once more regained control. She couldn’t claim not to have “really” peed in her pants now, not with those dark patches advertising her accident for anyone to see. She, Alice Waters, a grown adult, had definitely, well and truly, inarguably, wet herself. And she still really had to go. She kept climbing the stairs, because what else was there to do? Only a few steps later and she was peeing again, but this time she didn’t even try to stop it. Why bother? No one was around, no doubt these stairs had seen much worse than urine and - most critically - she had already peed herself. No point pretending she hadn’t. So she let the rest of her pee gush out of her aching bladder, streaming down her legs, soaking her jeans, collecting in her shoes and leaving a tell-tale trail as she continued towards her apartment. And for a moment it felt… good? Not just the physical relief, though that was part of it, but giving in. Admitting that she’d had an accident, that there was no point in trying to reach the toilet when her pants were already wet and instead make them even wetter. Then she caught herself. Good? It was humiliating! Everyone knows adults don’t pee their pants. Of course she hadn’t enjoyed it. It was just that she’d been so desperate. Finally, she reached her apartment door. Without really thinking about it, she released the last bit of pee left in her as she unlocked the door, then stepped inside to clean up. This would definitely never happen again.
  3. I have a lot of omo stories from playing sports that I’ll start posting. This one is slightly different through. It’s not about me (mostly). It’s about the captain of my college softball team. Let me tell you a little bit about her before I tell the story. Let’s just call her Jen for convenience. Jen had a pretty dominant personality. I also had an absolutely MASSIVE crush on her. She was insanely attractive: an absolute 10/10. She was a little above average height, had blonde hair, was about as muscular as a girl could naturally be, and had a really nice ass. The reason I bring up those two things is because it’s kinda of surreal seeing a dominant person, who you also have a crush on, potty dancing like a little girl. And I don’t know if I could describe how I felt without providing that context. Anyway, one hot spring day, we had a home game. It was a pretty close game that went into multiple extra innings, but we eventually won. As you can probably guess, we all had to pee with varying levels of urgency, but none more than Jen, I just didn’t know it yet. We headed back to the locker room where we stripped down to our bare asses, ready to hit the showers after being way too sweaty for hours. I threw my towel around my shoulder and headed for the showers, but all the showers were being used, and there was a line for them. I decided to pee first because my urge was pretty uncomfortable, and the sound of multiple showers running at once was definitely not helping my bladder. The locker room was laid out in a way where you couldnt see the toilets from the main room with the lockers. You had to go through another door to get to that section. When I opened the door, I was very upset to see that all 3 stalls were occupied, and that there was a longer line for them than the showers. What made me even more upset was that most of the girls still had their uniforms on, meaning that they intended to pee and change in the stalls, delaying my relief by way more than it should have. I get that some people are shy about changing in front of others, but why now?! But I figured it would still take less time than waiting for the showers to be free. I had no choice but to shut up and suffer. About a minute later, I heard the door open, followed by very quick footsteps. It was Jen, also butt naked, and as she turned the corner and saw the line, she seemed just as horrified. I could hear her sigh and curse under her breath, “f-fu-fuck!” That caught my attention right away. I didn’t want to look and be weird, so I just quickly glanced behind me. She was biting her lower lip as her knees slightly buckled inwards, fists balled up tight, seemingly trying to resist the urge to grab her pussy and potty dance in front of 10 or so other girls. She was a pretty prideful person, so this was extra mortifying for her. There are the types of girls who announce to the whole world when they have to pee, and then there’s Jen, way on the opposite end of the spectrum. Ten minutes went by and the line wasn’t even halved. My teammates seemed to be taking their time, chatting it up while changing instead of just peeing and getting out. I wasn’t particularly worried, because I knew I’d make it. I was more so really pissed off. Jen on the other hand, was not doing well. She was making all kinds of awkward, stiff movements and weird sounds, breathing heavily. It seemed as if she was trying her hardest to hide her desperation. After some time, it was only me and Jen in line. But the 3 stalls were all occupied by girls who were changing, so it would be at least another few minutes. One of the girls was even texting! I could hear the annoying iPhone keyboard sounds from where I was standing. I was really pissed off, but what could I do? I realized that Jen was probably going to piss herself any minute, so I offered to let her cut in front of me. She seemed absolutely mortified that I would even ask that, but she didn’t say no. I got to see her desperation in all its glory now. She had a hard time standing up straight, sticking her ass out and swaying it about. Her hands couldn’t leave her crotch without her doubling back over. Her body was very tensed up. There was no hopping from one foot to another; all her strength was focused on holding back her full bladder. Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on. Five minutes went by and the stalls were still occupied. My urge was pretty bad now. I was hopping from foot to foot, swaying my body, grabbing my crotch with both my hands, but more importantly, now Jen was incredibly frantic. She basically couldn’t leave the doubled over position. Her face was extremely red, and it seemed like she was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t help but stare at her amazing ass. I saw a little piss dripping down her legs. That’s when it hit me. Oh my god, she’s about to have an accident. She ran into the corner of the bathroom leaving a trail of piss the whole way, squatted, and unleashed a monstrous stream while moaning in relief. Her face looked like she had just taken a thousand pound weight off her shoulders. I felt bad for her, but my god, it was an amazing sight. She finished and stood there, looking at her puddle in shock. She wiped her hands on her ass cheeks and speedwalked back to the main area of the locker room, eager to leave this humiliating situation behind. I felt like I could cum right there, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. But a more pressing matter was still in my hands. I judged my bladder incorrectly. All that fluid I drank from the game, followed by the much too long wait, and seeing Jen’s relief, all culminated into a frantic potty dance. I seriously considered doing the same thing that Jen did. Finally, a stall opened, and I practically shoved my teammate out of the way. I started peeing just before my ass touched the seat, moaning in relief. I finished up and made my way to the showers, where I had to wait in another line! But this one was shorter, and I finally took care of business.
  4. Hey there, do you know those occasions when you leave a bar with some friends and just minutes later realize that you should have used the bathroom before you left? That happened to me just two hours ago. And I really enjoyed it. 😉 I went to an Irish Pub with a friend tonight and we just in time realized that the usual late bus wasn’t going tonight due to a public holiday. So we rushed to the counter, paid our bills and ran out. We got on the last bus just in time but as soon as we were seated I realized a considerable pressure on my bladder. The ride took about 30 minutes but I wasn’t concerned really as I already had made up my mind that I would just wet myself as soon as we got off. My friend lives in the opposite direction from the bus stop and as soon as we had said our good nights and he was around the corner I made myself comfortable on the bench next to the bus stop. It had started to rain a little bit so I wouldn’t leave any treacherous traces. I could have easily made it back to my house to use the bathroom but I just didn’t want to 😜. I relaxed and immediately felt the warm wetness spreading around my crotch and on my bum. Soon the fabric of my jeans and boxers was saturated and my pee started to flow down from the bench and splashed on the ground while some cars were passing by. Oh my gawd this felt so incredibly good to just let go without a care in the world. Here’s a little video of the fun. IMG_7470.mov I didn’t fully empty my bladder as I wanted to save some for the way back home. And whenever I passed a street lamp I let another spurt of pee go in my pants. Pure bliss. Needless to say that by the time I got home I was completely soaked What a fun evening😊
  5. “Your laptop?” Lily questioned. “In my backpack.” Jess responded. “My exercise equipment?” “In the trunk.” “The toothbrushes?” “They’re like, five dollars; why do you care?” “Where are the toothbrushes, Jess?” Lily said, annoyed. Jess rolled her eyes. “In your backpack.” “Okay, we can head off now.” “Finally. I thought you’d be going through that list forever.” Jess rolled her wheelchair to the door of the passenger seat. She looked around at the old apartment building the two had lived in for the past three years. “Thinking about the good times here?” “Nah. Mostly about the nosy neighbours, appliances falling apart, and the elevator being broken half the time, making me have to ask you or a concierge for help up the stairs.” “You know I don’t mind helping you reach places that are hard for you.” “Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” Lily giggled. “So you regret choosing to spend your college years here?” “Well, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have met you, so… it was worth it, I guess.” “Wow, such a romantic.” The taller girl bent over and kissed Jess on the cheek, making her blush. Jess stared into Lily’s bright blue eyes briefly before finally responding. “You know me.” She reached up to the seat’s headrest. Lily offered her hand. “I’m alright, babe. Just put my wheelchair in the back, please. “Alright then.” Lily did as Jess asked. As she did, Jess grabbed the headrest, pulled herself up onto the seat and pulled her legs in. She closed the door, and Lily hopped in from the other side. “Are we… forgetting anything? It feels like we are.” “That’s your worrywart side talking. C’mon, let’s leave this shithole behind and move on to our new lives!” Lily gulped and took a deep breath. “Yeah, you're right.” She inserted the key and started the engine. “Goodbye, crappy apartment, hello, new lives.” “WOOOOOOOO!” Jess shouted as the car pulled out of its parking space, making Lily giggle. “Goodbye, college. I will not miss you!” After a few minutes, Lily drove out of the town and onto the highway. Jess’s eyes wandered outside the car as she did, leaning her head against the window. The blonde girl’s mind drifted off, and she closed her eyes. She drifted to sleep, letting the sound around her fade out. After what didn’t feel like long, she felt a big bump on the road, startling her awake. Lily looked over and laughed. “You were drooling, you know.” Jess wiped the liquid off her face and groaned. “How long was I out?” “An hour.” “What!? I took all that coffee specifically so I wouldn’t fall asleep!” Lily laughed. “It’s fine, honey. The sound of your snoring was more than enough to keep me company.” Jess blushed. “Aw, man. I really gotta get better sleeping habits now we’ll be sleeping in the same bed.” She ruffled her hair a bit. As she did, she realized something: she had to pee. “All that damn coffee…” The blonde girl muttered to herself. “You good?” Her girlfriend asked, a look of concern on her face. “Yeah, just, uh, when are we stopping?” “Don’t worry, I already stopped when you were asleep. I got your favourite chip brand!” Lily threw the chips to the other side of the car, landing on Jess’ lap. “Ah. Thanks.” Jess gulped. “Is something wrong?” “No, it’s just…” She fiddled with her fingers nervously. “I kinda have to pee.” Lily suddenly facepalmed herself. “That’s what I forgot! We never went to the bathroom before we left!” Jess rolled her eyes. “Anyways, are you alright?” “It’s fine, only half an hour, right?” “Uh, yeah, but I can stop again if you need to go that bad. Are you sure you're fine?” “I’m fine, really.” Jess admittedly did have to go quite bad, but she didn’t want to interrupt their ride when they had already stopped. “Okay, if you say so. We’ll get to Solaville soon, so just hang on a little longer.” As it turned out, “a little longer” felt pretty damn long when you’re desperate for relief. Jess, looking for a distraction from her aching bladder, opened her phone, hoping to doom-scroll her way to their new house. Unfortunately, none of her apps loaded, and all came up with a “No internet connection” message. Groaning, she closed her phone and just stared out the window, hand in crotch. Her nails sank into her skin, reminding her she should probably cut them. A few minutes later, she started squirming side to side, face blushing from having to be so obvious with her holding. Luckily, her girlfriend had not commented on it yet, though Jess could feel her eyes watching. The seconds felt like minutes, and the minutes felt like hours. Eventually, she saw a sign saying “Welcome to Solaville” from her window. “Nearly there, baby, just hold on a little longer.” Lily looked at Jess with an empathetic expression on her face. “Mmmh…” Jess groaned. “Maybe we should’ve made that second stop.” “N-no, I’m totally fine!” “Girl, I can see your bladder poking out from your stomach. You’re not fine.” Jess looked down to see Lily was telling the truth. Her white t-shirt was sticking up, and her bladder was peeking out. “Damn, it can actually do that? I thought that was a myth.” “Jess…” “I’m fine, Lil’. I barely notice it.” That was a lie. It was threatening to come out every second. “Are you sure? If it’s bad, I think I know where a gas station is in town; we’ll have to get off course a bit, but-” “You don’t need to worry, Lily. I can hold it.” Lily looked like she wanted to protest but just sighed and refocused on the road. Jess suffered silently for the next few minutes, looking for anything to distract her. “M-my!” She said loudly and awkwardly. “That restaurant looks n-nice! W-we should go there sometime.” Lily frowned. “If we can even afford it. The money my dad gave me is barely enough to last us a year’s rent.” “We’ll f-find good-paying jobs soon.” “Hopefully.” Lily said solemnly. Jess looked down awkwardly. She was just trying to make small talk, but it had turned glum fast. Although Jess was upset by the depressing tone their conversation had taken, she was glad she now had a distraction from her bladder. “I mean… if shit gets that bad, we can just ask him for more, right?” “It’s not that simple. If I ask for something unprompted, he’ll ask for a favour and be super passive-aggressive about it. For example, ‘Oh, you know the Groftocorp CEO’s son is single? It would be great for you to have a nice relationship like that!’” “So I’m guessing he’s still in total denial about us dating?” “Yup. ‘Great for you two, having a close friend who sticks with you after college!’ I swear, it’s like he’s living in medieval times or something.” Jess wanted to say something else, but nothing could come out. She simply went back to squirming without any distractions. A rustling noise came from the right side, and Lily looked over to see Jess pulling up her left leg over the other. “Does that even help?” “Dunno. Never had to go this bad before.” “Just hold on, we’re nearly there.” A few minutes later, they finally reached their new house. Typically, this would be an opportunity to admire their new life together, which was about to begin, but Jess couldn’t care less about it now. All that was on her mind right now was sitting down on a toilet and taking the best piss of her life. The car drove into the driveway, and Lily put it into park mode, removing the keys from the ignition. “Mmmmf… I’m not going to make it.” Jess complained. Lily opened up her side’s door. “Just wait a second; I need to get your wheelchair.” Jess leaked and whined. “I’m not gonna make it.” “Yes, you are.” Lily approached the other side of the car and brought out the wheelchair. Jess tried lowering herself down, but she felt another leak and immediately put her hands on her crotch. “Ugh. Can you help me, please?” She blushed, embarrassed by needing her girlfriend’s help. Lily nodded. She picked up Jess with ease and placed her in her wheelchair. Noticing Jess was still barely moving with her hands on her crotch, she began to push the chair to the front door. Lily took out the keys and opened the door before continuing to push Jess through the door. “Mmmm… Hurry, please!” Jess could feel the dam within her breaking. “You're almost there, honey, just a little more!” But Lily’s encouragement was to no avail, as a small stream started in her panties. Soon, a wet spot appeared on her blue jeans, with a puddle forming on her wheelchair. “Oh shit.” Lily looked down and saw Jess’ mess. She sped up, the bathroom at the back of the house now in sight. “No, no, no!” Jess shouted, the stream speeding up, with the pee now leaving a trail on the ground. They entered the bathroom, Lily kicking the door open. She pushed the wheelchair through the door, bumping slightly between rooms. Lily picked up Jess and placed her on the toilet, causing a few droplets to splash on the toilet seat. Jess sighed in relief as she sat down, not bothering to remove her jeans, as they were already wet. A dark spot was formed on her pants, most notably on her butt, dripping into the toilet bowl below. Trying to avoid eye (or pants) contact, Lily looked to her left, cheeks flushed. Despite the relief washing over her, Jess couldn’t help but feel so… helpless. She began to cry. “Oh, baby, it’s okay.” “It’s not! I pissed myself like a little kid!” Jess’ stream stopped, with only half of her waste in the toilet. “Accidents happen, Jess. Remember when Kimberly-” “But it wouldn’t have happened if I fucking told you I couldn’t wait like a sane human being!” Jess snapped. “I ruined our first day in our new house. If I wasn’t so useless-” “You’re not useless,” Lily said swiftly, interrupting her partner’s self-hatred. “You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and you’re perfect the way you are.” Jess sniffled and smiled, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about a thing. How about you take a bath, and I clean your wheelchair?” Normally, Jess couldn’t stand the idea of baths. Sitting in bathwater filled with your own filth just seemed so… nasty to her. But right now, she wanted nothing more than to sit in hot water. Plus, they hadn’t set up her shower chair yet. “That sounds great.” She smiled. A/N: Beta Read By @Golden Guard
  6. So this happened last summer and I've had the photos on my phone since, but didn't get around to posting until now. Last summer I went to a coworker's wedding reception which was held in an out-of-town venue about an hour from where I live. Wanting to be able to have a few drinks I chose to catch the train rather than drive, so set out that afternoon dressed to the nines in a nice shirt, suit trousers and dress shoes, and under it all a pair of metallic grey/silver silky boxer briefs. A good time was had by all at the reception and a fair few pints were downed. I actually don't think I went to the toilet at all during the event, which in hindsight was a mistake. My bigger mistake though was losing track of the time - when I realised what time it was, I knew I wouldn't make it back to the train station in time for the last train. Fortunately one of my coworkers and his girlfriend would be driving past my town on their way home, so offered to give me a lift. This worked out quite well in the end as it meant I could stay a little while longer. When it came time to leave I did need to pee a little, but everyone was going now and as they were doing me a favour giving me a lift home, I didn't want to hold them up. In any case I didn't need to go that badly, so thought I'd have no problem holding it for the hour ride home. Little did I know, all that beer was going to have a very sudden effect in the coming minutes. I first started to feel actually desperate about half way home. I still wasn't too concerned about this - I've always had a bladder of steel and never found it difficult to hold for a long time. However I wasn't expecting it to come on as suddenly as it did. Fifteen more minutes and it was actually starting to hurt, and I was sitting in a funny angle while trying my best not to visibly squirm or hold myself. I'm not sure if the people I was with noticed or not. To be honest that was the last of my concerns - I was far more worried that I might be about to have an actual accident in my younger coworker's car, in front of him and his girlfriend. Now I've experienced desperation many times, partly on purpose but also just as a result of long drives home. This however was far beyond normal desperation. Discomfort is one thing, but I think I've only experienced genuine pain one other time in my life, and that was while seeing how long I could hold it. As far as I can remember that's the only other time I'd been this desperate. By now the pain was starting to be replaced by a feeling of numbness in my bladder, and I knew this was the last stage before loss of control. All I could do was try and hold a normal conversation as I watched the miles count down on the GPS, hoping they hit zero before my bladder did and I soaked my coworker's seat. Fortunately we made it into town before any leaks happened, although the last few minutes waiting at a red light were dicey to say the least. Not being in any state to give directions, I had them drop me off outside some shops about a minute's walk from my place. Getting out of the car was a difficult experience in itself, and I knew that the thin suit trousers and synthetic undies I was wearing would offer little protection, making any leaks dangerously obvious. To make matters worse, my bag was in the back of the car, so after I'd carefully climbed out of the passengers side, I had to bend down again to get my stuff out. That was followed by quickly blurting out my goodbyes, trying not to stay talking but at the same time not wanting to seem rude, or worse, make it obvious the situation I was in. I don't really know how, but I just about managed to hold it through all of that, and was relieved to see the car driving away as I walked across the street. By now I knew there was little chance of making it to my front door completely dry, but to be honest I didn't really care. At this point there was no one around, and I was just so glad I'd managed to avoid an embarrasing accident in front of people I know. If the price I paid was my undies taking one for the team, then so be it. After I crossed the street, I had to walk past a supermarket to get to my road. Thankfully it was closed at this time of night, but it was still a long way to stagger with my bulging bladder. About half way across I felt the first spurt dribble out, a small one but one which I knew wouldn't be the last. Eventually I got past the supermarket and rounded the corner to my road. I don't know if it was the latch-key effect of finally being able to see my front door, but this is where it happened. My bladder went fully numb and I felt the sudden surge as a slow but steady leak began to flow, followed by a spreading warmth across my balls and crotch, and soon after down my legs. I knew it was too late for either my clothes or my dignity at this point, and hoped I might be able to walk home faster if I didn't keep trying to hold it. So I gave in and fully let go, the slow leak turning into a powerful jet that made a noticeable hissing sound against the fabric of my pants. As expected, the synthetic material did little to slow the flood, and soon the warmth was running down my knees, then my calfs, then finally filling my shoes. I was well aware that a car could drive past at any moment, and also there was a pub on the corner, where someone might be watching out of the window, or even worse, come stumbling out the door. I hoped the dark material of my suit trousers would help to make things less obvious, but by now I was leaving a clearly visible trail on the otherwise very dry pavement. By the time I reached my door, I was still peeing hard, and my bladder still felt quite full. Not wanting to soak my carpet, I stood at the door and finished in my pants, facing away from the street and pretending to fumble with the lock to hopefully make it less obvious if anyone was watching. Only once the last trickles had run down my legs did I finally let myself in, feet squelching in what felt like a small lake in my shoes. Hoping to minimise the mess, I ran straight upstairs to the bathroom and emptied my shoes into the bath, then stripped off my poor, sodden clothes. However, by now feeling somewhat turned on, I decided to keep my wet undies on to bed, and snapped these photos. I also took a pic of the mess on the street from my upstairs window (censored somewhat in case anyone can guess my location). I expect what had happened was quite obvious to anyone walking past for some time afterwards. Even the next day, although it was now dry, the stain on the pavement was still visible. It wouldn't be until some time later that the rain would wash the last of my indiscretions away.
  7. I am a 29 year old female with an athletic build. todays accident began in rhe middle of a work meeting. I worked from home, so I was wearing gray sweats with a more work oriented shirt. Overall, pretty casual. My roommate was home and off today, so I had to work from my bedroom, on the couch I have in there (it isn’t as big as it sounds, I swear haha. I didn’t have room for it when my roommate moved in). A side note that’s relevant, I have a hypertonic pelvic floor. Meaning my muscles are too tight (and yes, you can have a weak pelvic floor with this). Because of this, I struggle to pee and sometimes have to strain. I’ve been having to strain a lot the last week, like more so than normal. Due to this, I feel like my pelvic muscles and/or bladder is sore from all the straining. I’m listening in the meeting, and out of no where my urge to pee is rising. And my bladder is sore, so I feel the need to go a little sooner than usual because of the pain of my bladder + needing to go. Without even fully noticing, I started to hold myself because I couldn’t ignore it. I felt like I was going to break out into a sweat. I felt a little dribble come out of my urethra, very little. Not enough to wet my underwear (this is how my leaks normally are. Once in a while I’ll leak a bit more). I wasn’t fully desperate yet and fidgeting non stop, but I also was at the point where all I could think of is “how soon until I can pee?”i Then I thought that I could just let a little bit out to alleviate the pressure. Remember, I need to strain to pee. So I had to strain without looking like I was, and I managed that. A little bit of pee came out. Enough to wet my underwear. It did relieve some of the pressure. The meeting kept going, so I let out a little bit more. It was still in my underwear and not yet visible on my pants. 20 minutes go by and I decide to let out another spurt. ~this is where I fucked up~ I didn’t even need to strain to pee, it just came out. My stream isn’t super heavy, but came out at my full force (which is still a slower stream than my friends)….. it didn’t stop right away. I was peeing full force for about 4-5 seconds. Which was a enough to do damage. But the urge to pee did die down. my light gray sweat pants were now wet and dark gray. The wetness didn’t travel to all of my butt- it was about a softball size at the bottom. From my crotch to my butt, it was probably a watermelon size. I didn’t have to sit too, too long in my wet clothes. Trying not to act embarrassed that I peed (again) while working from home on a call. The meeting finally ended, and I wasn’t desperate. I didn’t need to rush before exploding, but I couldn’t wait before my next meeting either. When I got to The bathroom, that latch key incontinence hit, and I started peeing my pants again. I quickly untied them and made it to the toilet, with a very mini puddle in front of it. this wasn’t an intentional hold or intended accident. I really just wanted the couple little spurts so I could listen more attentively. I’ve had the rare occasion I peed myself while in the office. Luckily, the one I was wearing a dress, so no visible damage was done that day. And the other I lied and said I got my period and needed to run home and change. well. The others barely dampened my underwear or I could hide easily. I primarily work from home, but I still feel shame and embarrassment when I have little accidents while on calls. Generally, my accidents that become visible don’t happen super, super often. But I’d say 2-4 times a month I have accidents that require me to change (i wonder if that would be a lot to some 😅). So I’m a rarity who both has a bladder of steel and a weak bladder. It truly depends, and sometimes depends the way I’m sitting. I am usually tempted to tell some of my stories here, but I don’t want to be annoying with always posting about my mild incontinence issues. soo, I’m curious, have any of you let a couple spurts out to alleviate pressure? What happened?
  8. My 14th writing in which the protagonist endures an annual doctor's visit while trying not to embarrass herself. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ I hope that tea earlier doesn't get in my way. Mali thought as she drove her way to her doctor's office for her yearly check-up. She was notorious for having horrible luck when her bladder gets pushed to its limits. She had multiple mugs of tea throughout her day and only one bathroom break when she woke up, but all was fine. I'll just go after I check in with the front desk. No risk, no wetness, plain and simple. That day, she wore semi-black jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, and some unimportant underwear. "Hi, I have an appointment for Mali today with Dr. P." The clerk scrolled on his computer. "Yep, got you right here, I'll let her know you're here!" "Thank you!" Mali replied. Right away, she scanned the waiting room for any hallways or doors that would lead to a bathroom. Ironically, she wasn't used to this clinic yet because she changed doctors only a few years ago. She found one door that said employees only, and a hallway that led to another that clearly led into the office space for the clerks. The only other door in the waiting room led to the doctor's office and exam rooms. She'd rather not barge in there and turned to double check around the entrance of the clinic before she got into the waiting room, though she didn't spot any on her way in. Then from behind her came a "Mali?" She felt a ball of anxiety sink within her as she turned back around and forced a nonchalant smile. Because of her past experience, she subconsciously felt embarrassed asking for the restroom, even though she knew there was nothing strange about the question. "Hi, how are you today?" she greeted and followed the doctor back and over to the exam room. On the way, she passed a bathroom sign that taunted her circumstance. Her bladder sent distress signals as she passed, its golden contents letting her urethral muscles know it was preparing to come out. After all, so much tea would naturally have this effect, and Mali would usually have gone before this point. They had their typical catching-up conversation about Mali's general well-being. Mali seemed to the doctor to be in good health. Meanwhile, she felt like anything but in good health. She felt a mix of nervousness in concealment, excitement and other conflicting emotions as she kept a straight face through discomfort. She had a gut-feeling this could end horribly. "Well now with that out of the way why don't you get into the gown while I step out for a moment." "Sure..." "Knock when you're ready. I'll be right outdoors," Dr. P said as she exited the room. Mali took her chance to squirm around and let out some tension that was built up. It snuck up so quick! She tucked her hands between her legs rubbing them impatiently. How do I escape total humiliation?! She knew she couldn't leave, and she knew that it was only going to get critically worse in a matter of minutes. There was almost no chance of her relieving herself outside of this room. She looked around for options. First she looked at the sink. It was entirely metallic, and had a perfectly arched spout over the top of it. It was deep for a sink, but not very wide or long. Skittishly, while tightening every muscle in her groin, she tried positioning herself over the sink so she could let go right down the drain. To her dismay, she couldn't arrange herself in a way she could be confident that her stream would make it in. In the off chance it might, it could easily spill onto the surrounding counter, or, worse, make a loud spraying noise that wasn't at all like how the regular water flow sounded like. It's too risky of a plan. *dripdripdripdrip* "iieeughaahh?!~" She let out a confused but worried noise that was irreplicable. A coin sized area on the bottom of her already dark jeans turned pitch black as Mali's lower half stiffened, still on the counter. All the thinking about water...it's getting to me. Shit. But what else could I do? I might just have to...hope it all goes in quietly. She cringed at the thought. But wait. Maybe there is hope. She leaves to input test results after the exam right? She's not around the door at that time. Maybe I could sneak away. Maybe I could backtrack to wherever that bathroom is. It may be far, but it may be possible. As she took off her clothes, the wet spot was exposed to air, sending jitters through her nervous system. She quickly draped herself in the hospital gown and set her mind at ease in preparation. She knocked, and the doctor came in as she sat up on the bed. The exam began with the ear, eye and mouth checks. The doctor then tried for reflexes. "Try not to be so tense. The knee won't go anywhere if I hit the joint and it's all tightened up!" the doctor told. "And be a little more still if you could please." Mali's legs tried relaxing, then tightening again, to relaxing one and squeezing one under the other for stability. "Sorry." "No worries at all! ... There we go, it's kicking now. Other leg..." Mali noticed as she was using all these instruments that they were coated in plastic before she used them, and that she was tossing them under the bed somewhere. A trash can! Mali's heartrate jumped up a notch with the revelation. She trembled more in response. Dr. P moved onto the heart & lung exam. "Deep breaths in now." They were quick, but they were deep. The doctor caught onto this. "Why so amped up? Is something troubling you?" "N-no, no it's nothing it's just.........I'm a little cold in this, haha," she told her. "Oh, I get it then! The A/C has been really high lately hasn't it?" Following was the breast exam, which passed with Mali lying down, the doctor performing the check, and nothing noteworthy happening besides Mali being incredibly tense during the whole process. She also was working up a small sweat. Her pelvis felt immense pressure as her urine began creeping into the base of her urethra. She had very little time left, but remained strong. "Now do you need a pelvic exam done today? I know we had one done last year. Has anything arisen since then that you need me to take a look at?" the doctor asked. Mali had a slight look of worry written in her initial expression, but was quickly dispelled. "No I think everything's alright." "Ok. Do let me know if anything concerns you though, alright?" "...O-of course." The doctor turned away and headed for her laptop situated on the counter, opposite side of the room of the bed. Mali sat up and in a split instant felt her urethra fill to and past max capacity. She quickly made a barricade with her hands and legs over the top of the gown- *sshHHT spurt spurt* "Hm? Did you say something?" the doctor turned back. "Nothing. Nothing at all," Mali said through strained breath. "Hm. I definitely heard something. Might've been a sink from a room over." A pocket of hot liquid gold was barely suspended in motion within the flexible gown right between her pussy and hands. Slowly it leaked drop by drop through her legs under the gown, and slowly she brought her knees together in the best effort she had to stay under the radar. "Well let me know if you have any questions when I get back running your results through." "T-thank you," she muttered as she felt streaks down the underside of her legs and knees. As the doctor exited, they turned to dripping streams down and onto the floor. She left. Mali slid off the bed. A splash fell from under her and coated her feet and ankles as well as the surrounding base of the bed. *dribble dribble* Continuous drops flowed down the same path. She reached under the gown and over her pussy as 2nd nature to prevent the flow. The back of the gown was dripping. She reached over to the drawer with the trash can, took it out, and stumbled over to the furthest corner from the door with two hands on it and squatted. *PSSHSHSHSHSHSH-* She tried adjusting so the cheap plastic lining of the small can would be quieter. *SHSHShshssssssssssssssssflllllll-* The bottom formed a pool which seemed to dampen the sound her stream made. This carried on at high power for 30 seconds, after which another 30 seconds was dedicated to the trickling leakage left behind. Her butt and thighs continued to drip and become cool. Mali then came to her senses. Oh SHIT I have to clean up!!! And the odor, they'll notice something!!! She grabbed the paper towel from the standby dispenser and wiped herself, the floor, and everything up as quickly yet thoroughly as possible, and tossed them into the pee bag. Oh god, that's not gonna hold... She went fast and removed the bag from the can, being careful not to make any sudden movements, and grabbed another bag from the miniature roll of bags at the bottom of the can. That too was soaked. She double bagged it and tied it up to keep the odor from getting everywhere, even though it practically already was. Back into the drawer it went, and Mali quickly re-wiped the ground and gown with water, put her clothes back on, and tucked up the gown neatly to be disposed of inconspicuously. 1 minute later, the doctor returned with her final remarks. She noticed something off with the room but wasn't equipped with saying what it was. It smelled damp but herbal at the same time. They said their goodbyes, and Mali removed the bag and walked with it hidden by her from any office employees, into the bathroom, where she dumped it in the porcelain throne where it belonged. Going home, she contemplated exactly how embarrassing it would've been to ask for two minutes when she walked down that hall the first time. Dr. P was nice, she would've understood, dumbass. she thought to herself. _______ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I had a blast writing this one! If you'd like to see Mali return in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  9. I'm not sure how to find the video since the only key words I can think of are so vague. Early 20s girl is with her guy out on a dirt road at night near a building to their right. They're trying to be quiet. She walks some paces ahead of him as he records. She stops and pees her gray sweats and sandals standing in the road as he watches. She does the "come hither" finger to him and he comes closer. I believe she then rubs her crotch, tastes her pee, and smiles.
  10. In my 13th writing, the omo-loving protagonist deliberately seeks out new ways to enjoy her kink. In this case, she tries incorporating a bike ride into her fun. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ It was a warm spring day, and plenty of people were outdoors. Some mowed lawns, some were driving with their windows down, and some were taking neighborhood strolls. All around trees, bushes and plants were sprouting buds and blooming flowers. There was a pleasant breeze, and very few clouds in the sky. It was a perfect day. Mali took note of this. A couple of weeks ago, she had one of the biggest thrills of her life, when she was pushed around by her boyfriend Yuta all day being restricted from using any bathroom while in public, and nearly getting caught wetting right in front of someone else. Ever since then, she's been seeking more thrills, and this nice weather has given her an opportunity. "I'm going to bike around desperate!" she says enthused. "What? How? Unless you want to be seen by people, how are you gonna do that? It's broad daylight outside." Yuta responds. "Well, if I wait long enough, it'll be dark out with no one around. So, I'll drink a lot and then when I feel an urge, I'll head out into the neighborhood and come back just in time to make it." She smirks at the thought. "You know damn well that you won't be making it back dry, knowing how your bladder works. You know that right?" he laughs. She laughs back as an answer "I'll be going in leggings and a sports bra so no one will suspect a thing if they see me. Plus it makes wetting in them feel a little more lewd. It's closer to mimicking the feeling of being nude rather than clothed, you know?" "I'm all for it." "Great! In that case, I'll get to drinking, kicking my bladder into gear, and prepping for tonight!" And so she began, filling glass after glass with water and using the bathroom often. Whenever she felt any light pressure, she made her way to the toilet. Soon enough, that urge came sooner and sooner after each use, and around 8 PM, the sun had finally set. Mali took this as a queue. She used the bathroom for the final time, and brewed herself some tea. As soon as she finished the mug, she felt the same urge, and felt her switches slowly turning on. She got changed, sporting sneakers, a gray and pink patterned pair of leggings, and a matching sports bra. She continued drinking water. While this was happening, Yuta, who knew of how close Mali likes to push her bladder, set up a row of towels leading from their front door to the bathroom at the end of the hall. He figured they would come in handy when she arrived back. It neared 10 PM, and Mali's legs were restless. She fidgeted as she sat in bed with Yuta, scrolling on their phones. It was about time. She sighed. "I think it's time I head out." She got up and rubbed her knees together. She leaned forward to minimize any pressure. On a desperation scale, she felt like she was at a 7/10. "I don't have panties on by the way..." Both her heart and Yuta's skipped a beat, his eyes gazing trying to get a peak of his love. "And, one more thing while I have your attention." She turned her back to him and spread her legs out a shoulder-width wide, set her hands on them, and arched forward. She let out a small moan - *pssst* A dark spot immediately formed on her leggings, with a couple of stray drops making their way down the back of her thighs. She controlled her breathing, and turned to look at him. "See you when I get back~" she said, smiling and winking as she headed for the door. Yuta sat there in awe. I love her. I'm so happy I have her...! he thought to himself. She shut the door behind her, and carefully walked over to her bike. Her tire pressure was all set to go, and the coast was clear. She hiked her leg over, sat down, and immediately felt pressure on her bladder. She could hardly adjust her back, and couldn't open up her legs without taking her foot off a pedal. She then turned and started pedaling. To her dismay, each time a leg swung up, her bladder was pushed inward from that side. The constant oscillation back and forth spelled danger, but at the same time, she was quite turned on by this discomfort. She made her way, passing block by block, feeling urge after urge. Inevitably, about 3 minutes in, she felt a tingle and momentarily stopped pedaling to prevent leakage. The mixture of cardio and self-control made her breathe heavy. The speed she went and the breeze created by it highlighted her already wet groin, it feeling colder than the surrounding warm air. "I'm feeling....so much." she whispered to herself. "People could be looking at me through dark windows....and I would never know..." She continued onward. She had to alleviate her urges and keep her legs still more frequently. As her desperation grew worse, so did the impact of each leg rising and falling as she pedaled. She had only ventured away from her house until this point. I better turn back soon, or things will get bad quick. Just as she thought this, a wave of desperation washed over her. Oh no, oh god...! *dribble, dribble, psssssss* She drifted along, clenching her pelvic muscles and letting out a relieving sigh. The front of her leggings shimmered, her wet spot expanded, and her seat grew damp. Yep, time to turn back! It's going to take longer now, I'll have to be more careful. Oohh, I hope no one is out right now. Although this spot was there, the only thing lighting the streets she rode on were street lamps from far above. It would take a trained observer to notice her damage for right now. She carried on. Every 20 seconds, Mali would stay still to collect herself. She didn't dare pedal too fast, in fear of leaking too much, but neither too slow, in fear of not making it. Along the way, she slowly pedaled by a street and glimpsed a woman walking her dog in her direction. Seriously? You couldn't walk earlier than 10:30?! Thankfully, they were more than 100 ft / 30 m from each other, and neither could make out any features of the other. Mali was more surprised than worried of being caught by her. Soon enough, Mali found herself halfway home. She also found herself sitting at a 9/10 in desperation. Each turn of the pedal poked at her bladder rather moderately. Fuck fuckfuckfuck this is getting serious. She decided to take a moment, and try completely stopping to keep herself in check. She was naturally nervous at the moment, and every part of her body was rather tense. When she went to break, her hands twitched and the bike came to a stop quicker than she anticipated. The momentum struck as she instinctually loosened herself up to avoid falling forward. *ppsssSHH-* Stop-! *SHHhhht* A big leak was let out, and she hunched over to see the overflow exit her leggings and completely soak her inner thighs. Her entire body was caved inward, and drops dripped from the bike seat and frame around her. Just as this happened, headlights shined from behind her. A car on the opposite side of the road headed her way from 2 blocks down. "Oh fuck! No don't see me!" Mali could feel that the back of her butt was wet and was dark near the seat. Not only that, but it was dripping and she herself was near a street lamp. Shit, I gotta move quick! She waddled with her feet on the ground forward along the sidewalk she was on, getting as far from the lamp as possible without looking suspicious. She also had to concentrate on tightening up her pelvic muscles so no more would leak. She diverted her eyes as the vehicle approached, passed, and kept going down the road past her. Her heart beat loud. She got excitement from not knowing whether or not the driver saw her in the act, as well as the rush she typically got when her desperation was nearing its peak. With her bike frame still shimmering, she pressed on the fastest she could pedal. Her lower half grew cold as her small accident dried in the wind. She was excited and determined. At last, home was in sight. Mali's whole body was growing tired, and was getting weaker by the second. As she pulled into their front lawn, she braked lightly, learning from last time. With every muscle tightened, she dropped the bike to the ground and walked over to the stairs to the front door. As she approached the staircase, she felt for her keys. Her keys.....where were her keys?! Wait....fuck...noooo~! Fuck they're inside! She messed up. Her mind anticipated that she'd be in the bathroom within the next 30 seconds. The thought already signaled a reaction from her bladder, which was now ready to release. A jolt bent her knees inward and forced her hands between her legs - *dribble dribble dribble dribble...* A leak flowed through her fingertips and back between her legs. In a hurried fashion, she glanced both ways down the road for peering eyes and made her way around their house to their fenced backyard. Her mind was racing. Pee made its way down her calves and into her socks at a rate quicker than she thought it was leaking. Go go go go go go....no one can watch me wet myself! ...Well, one man can! Yuta was in bed watching a TV show when from the right of the clear sliding door on the other end of the bedroom came Mali, carrying a trail behind her. She forcibly cut off as much leaking as she could to a steady dripping, and in one moment dropped her leggings to her ankles and leaned ass-first to the door with her legs still crossed. *PRRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHH* Yuta got a full display view of Mali letting loose on the glass pane of the door. She acted like a power washer for 30 whole seconds as she emptied all of her bladder's contents, frozen in ecstasy and letting out the largest sigh of relief the whole night. She finished, and pulled up her leggings, which were completely soaked on the back side from the residual splashing she just endured. She came through the door, and Yuta ran to grab one of the hallway towels. When he came back he let her know that he heard the bike outside and knew she was at the front door for a moment. Additionally, he let her know that the front door was open. Trying to hide her embarrassment, Mali deflected, "And you're complaining when I just gave you a free show?!" ".....You're right. My bad." _____ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you'd like to see Mali and Yuta in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  11. Another little thing I made. I hope it's not too explicit for this forums.
  12. Well today has been a bad day. And by bad, I mean naughty 😈 I woke up in a very full diaper already super aroused for the day. We got up got ready and ran some errands. Since it's so nice out I decided to wear a long skirt. Well this came in handy. While at the mall I really had to pee and my husband was browsing and kept saying we would go in a minute as he had to go as well, he just wanted to finish looking at something. I tried really hard but eventually the pee just started flowing out and all I could do was pull the skirt off my legs enough that it wouldn't get wet. I made a small puddle in the carpet of the floor and just looked at my husband. "Umm...I had an accident..." My husband just smiled and admired the puddle before we started heading out to head home. Once home, my husband gave me one my chance to be a big girl and I changed into a pair of shorts and a crop top. We wound up on the couch and turned on a movie. Well that movie had a jump scare and I had been trying to wait til the end of the movie to go pee. I jumped and it all just started gushing out. "Shít" My husband looked over, reached between my legs and smiled. "Looks like someone had another accident"? I was then required to go put on a diaper since I can't seem to hold my bladder today. Now I sit here, writing this in a very soggy diaper. If I'm gonna be forced to wear one might as well be naughty and make it nice and wet. 😜 I'm going to sleep in it and make it nice and full, I can't wait!
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    ZOZO-184 - Shame On You! Pretty Girl Totally Horny Female Big Bang Rotor Voltage 85 Times! Insert The Bomb Rotor That Relentlessly Causes Outdoor Incontinence With Strong Vibrations That Are Super Strong In The Electric Massager, And Squirting Sex Date! ~Anna Hanayagi ZOZO-184-01 - While on their way to a restaurant a couple stops in the parking lot where the man pulls out a vibrator and has the girl stick it down her panties. The man then turns it on and off until the girl loses control and wets herself multiple times. ZOZO-184-02 - After a blowjob (that I edited around but you can still watch it in the Uncut file) the man turns the vibrator back on and has the girl crawl back to there table. Along the way she wets herself 2 more times. ZOZO-184 Uncut - Contains everything above plus sex Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  14. View File ZOZO-184 ZOZO-184 - Shame On You! Pretty Girl Totally Horny Female Big Bang Rotor Voltage 85 Times! Insert The Bomb Rotor That Relentlessly Causes Outdoor Incontinence With Strong Vibrations That Are Super Strong In The Electric Massager, And Squirting Sex Date! ~Anna Hanayagi ZOZO-184-01 - While on their way to a restaurant a couple stops in the parking lot where the man pulls out a vibrator and has the girl stick it down her panties. The man then turns it on and off until the girl loses control and wets herself multiple times. ZOZO-184-02 - After a blowjob (that I edited around but you can still watch it in the Uncut file) the man turns the vibrator back on and has the girl crawl back to there table. Along the way she wets herself 2 more times. ZOZO-184 Uncut - Contains everything above plus sex Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/05/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  15. My 12th writing, where on this occasion the perverted featured couple goes out on a daring, wet date that plays into exhibitionist themes for some added spice. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ The season is spring, and all things are starting to heat up - the weather, the animals, the people, and most especially, this one couple who're really into piss. And they have an afternoon date scheduled today. Mali, who suspects that this date will come attached with strings by her lover, choses a more subtle outfit in case of any emergency. She peers at herself in the mirror with her gray-black jeans, a black blouse and black business-casual slip-on shoes. That was, until the strings attached by Yuta affected even that. "I propose something a little more...Springy, than the gothic approach," he nagged. "Might I suggest this instead?" He pulls out from behind him a pastel pink and yellow summer dress. On top of the hanger was a large, old-looking straw hat. "Oh my god, I forgot I even had that, where'd you find it?" "In the back-right corner of the closet. It was behind the ironing board and all that other junk back there." "Alright. I'll wear it because I like it ok? Not because of any ulterior motives of course..." she complied snarkily. "Of course....by the way, I have a plan laid out for today." "Alright, fill me in. I'll change while I listen," Mali says as she takes the dress and moves behind a folding room divider. "So, we'll set out in an hour around 5:00. We'll take an uber into town, where we'll eat at this old-fashioned diner that I found. Afterwards, there's a jazzy band that's playing at a nearby bar. I was thinking we could have a couple drinks there. Then, we'll head home, but this time, on foot." That caught Mali's attention. It was surely a wild challenge. She guessed the route they would take home was about a 30 minute walk, which was alarming enough considering they'd be full on drinks by then. But there had to be more. "There has to be more, what's the real catch?" "Several real catches!" Yuta said excitedly. "Essentially, you won't need any panties." Mali, surprised, picks up her head as she finishes putting the dress on. But way over aroused by the intensity of the prompt, she slips off what she had on under the dress and drops them off to the side of the divider for Yuta to see. He smiles. "Also involved are some trinkets I got in the mail. Specifically, a remote controlled mini vibrator, and a decently strong diuretic." Mali's head and heart started racing. With what she just heard, this could become one of the most tense dates she's ever been on. And she was hesitant for a moment on whether this was a good idea or not. "Additionally, bathroom usage until we get back home is now forbidden." "Woah, WHAT?" she exclaimed. "Don't worry, that last part applies to me too. There's spots I know of where we can still go without literally going to the bathroom." "'Don't worry'?! You're insane! There's no way I'm staying dry! I haven't gone since about noon!" Suddenly, like an elder becoming aware of their own mortality, Mali became evermore a little more conscious of her bladder situation. She didn't need to go now, but she knew that she'd have to go while they were at the restaurant. How in the hell is that going to work out? she thought. Before that time to depart came around, Mali had gone and inserted the device. "Alright, give it a shot." "Ok, here's the lowest setting." Mali jolted, surprised by the feeling of movement touching her when she could see nothing. It was a pleasant, sensual feeling that she could tolerate, but immediately knew that this wouldn't be enough for Yuta's own satisfaction. She dreaded the worst. ...The time came and the couple found themself in a booth in the diner. They both sat on the booth end of the table, while the other side had chairs and a walkway where waiters hurried around to every table periodically. To Mali, the situation was practically dire immediately. Her intuition was correct, and her bladder began feeling a push. Not only this, but ever since she stepped out of the house, her lack of undergarments weighed heavily on her mind. Her dress extended past her knees, so it wasn't painfully obvious to outsiders, but being new to what was essentially an exhibitionist circumstance, she felt like all that separated her from safety and a life of embarrassment was a nonchalant gust of wind. So she sat there, her leg bouncing out of nervousness, as they waited for their food to arrive. It eventually showed after what felt like forever. Mali's hands were solidly planted on her legs, leaning forward and slightly opening her legs to give her bladder breathing room. They began eating, and thankfully, the food was able to take her mind off her pressing matters a little bit. As she was distracted, Yuta reached into his back pocket and clicked the power button on his remote. Mali jolted and clenched her legs together- *psst* She froze. Every instinct in her told her that because she had no panties, she peed in front of her on the ground. But she knew it couldn't have been, scary as it was. The vibrator was on its lowest, humming setting, and a small damp spot formed under her dress. She felt like running to the restroom was the best thing she could do right now, but the rush of adrenaline kept her from acting. She had experienced nothing like it before, even while doing omo activities. She kept her guard up now, prepared for anything as the time passing and the slow vibration slowly ate away at her endurance. After they finished, Yuta stood up. "I'm heading to the restroom." Mali was confused. "What? Why?" She then thought about the strangeness of her question in a public setting. "why?! isn't that cheating?!" she hushed. "Don't worry, I'm not actually gonna go. It'll only last 2 seconds," he let her know. 2 seconds? Maybe he's washing his hands? she pondered. He left her line of side as he turned the corner for the men's room. Not 2 seconds after, Mali gasped and felt a shock through her whole lower torso as the vibrator jumped to a high setting instantly. *leak leak leak-* No.....stop!!! She caved inward, hiding her face and closing her legs together, all while trembling. *leak leak dribble dribble* In 2 seconds, it came and went, and the vibrator turned back off. Mali took deep breaths in, amazed, embarrassed, and worried all at once. Did she gasp too loud? How bad was the damage? Is it visible? Yuta came back to the table, and seeing that she was curled over, asked how she was doing. "Bad. Bad. Very bad, very good..." she got out under muffled breaths. While the two waited for the check, Mali never moved from that state she was in. Their waiter asked if she was feeling ok, to which Yuta responded that she was just feeling tired, all while she could do nothing but sit patiently in her own "excitement". After some time it was time they left for the bar. Yuta stood first, and got over to Mali's side to help her up. "You'll have to cover up once you stand." She raised her eyes for the first time, slowly stood up, and looked back. In the old fake-leather seat of the booth were her printed legs, a thin, glistening coating, and a small but noticeable puddle the size of a large coin in the center. Mali quickly turned away, flushed, hiding her backside with her large straw hat. She felt a few drops slide down the back of her legs. Unable to do anything, they stumbled out without saying another word to anyone. The slightly cooler outside air gave Mali chills as her wet parts grew colder in no time. As she stumbled her way down the city sidewalk, Yuta turned it back onto its lowest setting. *drip* "I can't do this anymore....please let me go." "One more block. There's an alley that no one goes into. We'll go there." She never stopped a steady drip slowly seeping out the top of her urethra. No trail was left, but rolling down her legs were these drops that filtered into her slip-on's. Once in the alley, which wasn't more than a wingspan wide, they crept in as far as they could go. "Wait until the coast is clear." Yuta demanded. There was another person walking down the end of the opposite end. They were clearly out of ear's reach. *pssssssssss-* Mali squeezed her thighs together. Pee streamed down the back side of her legs and the back edge of her dress. Her face held no expression. "All set." She squatted and dropped the straw hat. *SHHHHHHHHHH-* She gushed a river. Meanwhile - *Bzzzt. Pssssss* He relieved himself on the same wall. The resulting puddle spread all along the side of the alley, as they spent nearly 1 minute emptying their weakened bladders. In fact, the added stimulation of the vibrator and the exposure of the whole situation caused Mali to climax. Both the front and backside of Mali's dress had spots. Her shoes were damp, and she was winded. After calming down, Yuta shut it off once again, and handed her her jeans, blouse, panties, and a pair of walking shoes. He was holding on to them in his bag in case something like this happened. "You're gonna want to change. You can't have that going on streets again, and you really don't want anyone to recognize you from the restaurant." Although her heartrate had dropped, it never settled at resting. She indulged in the manic feeling she got changing, soaked, nude, exposed to the elements in a foreign location. She felt like she was going crazy. They make it to the bar just in time to see the band members get on stage to do their sound check. Mali and Yuta order drinks, and proceed to have themselves a good time. People laughed, fans cheered, the bass plucked, and Mali's bladder tingled again. Yuta added the diuretic to her drink, and she was ok with it. She was having so much fun that she didn't hesitate in accepting it. ...Some time passes and after only two mixed drinks, Mali is incapable of standing still. The band was still playing, but she was well aware of how fast this would sneak up on her. She tugged on Yuta's sleeve and he got the message right away. They set off for the final leg home. It was nearly dark out, and the way home was one continuous sidewalk until they reached their neighborhood. Throughout the walk, there would be brief areas of dense forest on either side, which she could use as a final resort. Only 5 minutes in, and Mali had to occasionally pause to fend off a desperation wave. "I thought you said this was 'decent', not 'the strongest diuretic money could buy!'" she protested. "Do you really want to complain when I'm the one in power?" he turns on the vibrator to medium power. *clench* "I-I'm sorry." she groans. ...10 minutes in - *spurt, spurt* "HHnnnggh~..." Her knees meet, feet spread and hands tuck strongly into her groin. "You can go anywhere in the woods here if you can't make it." "No....I'll do it, at home, no matter what..." She says this, knowing she's lying to herself. She was enjoying it even in discomfort, and wanted to push herself unrealistically for the sake of fun. ....at 17 minutes - *dribble dribble* Having been teased into oblivion, Mali gives in. "I think this is it, I can't go any more, is the area clea-" "Yuta! Is that you?!" says a woman crossing around a small neighborhood corner. Both look wide-eyed over at her, and Yuta recognizes her as a manager of one of his former jobs in high school. "Hi...Mrs. Loria...!" Mali freezes. "How're you doing, how's life going?" *dribble leak leak* Mali had mentally prepared that she would relieve herself, and her bladder was already as weak as it was. There was no way to stop what was about to happen. Regret filled her mind and she immediately sobered up mentally. Why didn't I go before?!?!? What an idiot! Moron! FUCK whatdoIdonow??? She toned out their conversation immediately. She looked down, and saw black jeans against a dark environment around her. She also saw grass next to the side walk. From a hunched over position, she tried to make herself look acting normal, and uncurled her body over the grass - *fffFRRRMMMM* She was doing it. She was wetting herself in only a few feet/a meter away from a complete stranger. Her black jeans absorbed her stream with ease, and prevented it from gushing out at any point. Her whole underside glistened as a notable stream flowed down her backside, into her shoes, and subtly into the ground. "Hey, shh. Quiet. Do you hear that?" "No, no I don't Mrs." Yuta replies. "It sounds like water running through a pipe." "I really don't hear it myself. It must be something you're good at!" "Oh you don't say!" She laughs. Mali's adrenaline kicks up a notch, and intently stares at the ground to avoid eye contact, or any contact for that matter. I'm pissing myself so hard and she has no idea oh my god I can't believe I'm getting away with this right now I can't control it at all no matter how much I tense it just keeps coming oh my god this can't be real "Well it was great catching up with you dearie!" "You too Mrs. Loria! I'll see you around!" "Bye now!" "Goodbye!" She turns and walks the other way. Yuta looks back over at Mali. The ground at her feet is covered with half an inch/1.25 cm of a puddle, and golden liquid still flowing down her legs, overflowing her shoes, even though she stopped peeing. The vibrator still is at medium within her. "Oh god, I forgot to turn that off. Seriously, I'm so sorry," he apologizes as he shuts it off. Mali falls to her knees, chuckling "holy shit" to herself repeatedly, a crazed look on her face. "Do you understand the insanity of the roller coaster of emotions I just went on? Wait, don't answer that. You don't. Hahahahaha!! Let's go. Home. Now...........and turn that back on." The End: They had a very wet, very restless night around their house that night. And Yuta was aptly punished. _____ Thank you for reading! I usually title these stories "Short Stories" but I think I accidentally exceeded that requirement by a lot, lol. Big thanks to orangelion and alferio for contributing ideas that led to the final product of this story! If you'd like to see Mali and Yuta in other omo situations, check out my previous works, or leave an idea of your own and it may develop into it's own story! Thank you again and hope you enjoyed!
  16. i’m fortunate enough to have a partner that’s into pee enough to indulge my fantasies. they’re always telling me when they’re desperate, always letting me listen to them piss (literally never thought i would be into that but here i am), and (when i’m ready) they say they’re down to involve it in the bedroom and it literally drives me insane how amazing they are. cut to today, i’m feeling extra horny and decide to have a little fun and tell them. normally i’m pretty quiet about when i’m doing piss stuff but today i let them know i was going to leave work without using the bathroom like i normally do. i get pretty desperate at the end of work because that’s when i get motivated to actually hydrate, so i figured considering that and the fact that i had no time to go and was already feeling pretty desperate, it was the perfect time to fuck around and make myself really really desperate. (and this story takes a slight detour where i describe /another/ time i got super desperate at home because i was thinking about it today.) so i left work at a good 60%, with a full bottle of water. my commute can take up to 2 hours depending on how traffic decides to flow so i’m going in fully prepared to sit there desperate for that long. when i sat down in my car i really started to feel it weigh on me and honestly it made me so excited. i was wearing black leggings and a black thong so i was ready and fully prepared to piss my pants if it was needed. first hour in i drink about half of my water bottle. i’m stuck in the middle of traffic and honestly, got an adrenaline rush from it. at the same time, i’m thinking about the last time that i got desperate — i was in my room and i woke up in the middle of the night with the biggest urge to piss i’ve ever felt in my life. i could barely climb out of bed before i was sprinting to my door and i stopped because i could already feel myself pissing through my panties. i was crossing my legs, trying to keep it together but i could feel it running down my legs so i gave up on the door and hobbled over to my garbage can, pressing my thighs together and trying to change the garbage bag so i could put a new one in so i could you know, PISS in it. mind you i finally managed to stop it from flowing out of my panties. they were soaking wet — i remember the way it stuck to my pussy. anyway, i changed the bag successfully, and i guess my brain decided it was time to lose control again and then i was pissing once more. didn’t even bother pulling my panties down and turned around and pissed directly into my garbage can. even though i leaked all over the carpet i managed to still piss a decent amount which was honestly kind of incredible. the only saving grace in my mind was that i knew it was all water. anyway, sidetrack aside — at hour 2, almost home, i’m starting to really feel it. i know when i get up it’s gonna readjust and i’m gonna be fucked, basically. so i pull into my garage, ready to probably let go on the ground there, and lo and behold, my mother is there. and she wants to /talk/ too. so there goes that idea. cue me talking to her for 15 minutes, subtly potty-dancing in my large coat. if she wasn’t looking i’d be grabbing my crotch at this point because i can feel the liquid right at the very start of my hole starting to leak out. and as good as it feels, i was not going to be pissing myself in front of her again (see my other post for that). eventually she stops talking to me and i have time to fill up my water bottle and go upstairs and start my shower. my earlier desperation had faded so i decided to play my favorite game—shower while desperate to piss. all the water all over makes it so hard not to let go, so i knew it was perfect to get me back into that mode. i started to take my clothes off and immediately felt myself switch from ‘holding it’ to ‘barely holding it’ in 3 whole seconds. pee leaking out of my pussy as i try to take my pants off barely, basically soiling my underwear before peeling them off and hopping in the shower. the whole thing was torturous, really, but i didn’t pee. just bounced from one leg to the other until i finished and hopped out. a wave of desperation hit me and i clutched myself, searching for my soiled underwear and peeling them off with full intention of pissing through them in a last minute attempt but, nothing happened. so i drink some more water, and leave the shower. because clearly, i’m not there yet. fast forward to after i hobble into my room and manage to lock the door, i didn’t last much longer. right at the door, i started to leak in my panties like no one’s business. i started grabbing at myself trying to figure out whether to piss here or on the bathroom floor, i decided to get funky and piss in this empty vase in my room. or, i made it empty, it had flowers from people at work but i decided to toss them in something else and piss in the empty vase instead, all while pissing myself throughout the process. i have learned that once i start, its pretty hard for me to stop. so i hovered over the base and pissed through my panties inside. god, it felt so good. an entire half day’s worth off piss made it in there, minus whatever leaked on the floor at the end. i plan on telling my partner everything but had to write it out first. anyway, clearly i’m in a rare mood today. i hope you all enjoyed a bit of it 🙂
  17. Once again I’ll just list the actual cast of the show this fanfic is based on for anyone unfamiliar with it in the interest of saving time instead of writing vague character descriptions. The story takes place in season 2, episode 2. Britta Perry: Gillian Jacobs Pierce Hawthorne: Chevy Chase Jeff Winger: Joel McHale Troy Barnes: Donald Glover Annie Edison: Alison Brie Abed Nadir: Danny Pudi Shirley Bennet: Yvette Nicole Brown. Ben Chang: Ken Jeong Alan Connor: Rob Corddry Janitor: Steven W. Bailey Annie Edison was once a very promising young girl. She was always top of the class and was hoping to get a scholarship to a good university. It all came crashing down when she got too dependent on Adderall and had a nervous breakdown. Several months of rehab and Narcotics Anonymous meetings later she was now at the worst community college in the area. But she was back on the right track, and had made a good group of friends. One of these friends, Jeff Winger, was a former lawyer who had been disbarred when the State Bar Association had learned that his four year degree was fraudulent. He, like Annie, and like the rest of their study group had taken a few wrong turns in life and was at Greendale Community College to get back on track. He had recently met up with former coworker, a sleazy lawyer named Alan. Alan had a shrewd face, bald head, and expensive suit. He was familiar in some way, but Annie couldn’t quite put her finger on it until the group was waiting on Jeff in the study room. They were going to plan their entry in the school Pop-and-Lock-a-thon, one of the many frivolities that Greendale spends money to throw instead of improving the school. Improvements like Spanish teachers who actually speak Spanish. Last year Spanish 101 was taught by the frankly insane Benjamin Chang, who spoke almost zero Spanish and wasn’t discovered until he was overheard confessing that fact to Jeff. Chang had conned his way into the job by insisting it was racist of the dean to not assume that an Asian man spoke Spanish, and the dean immediately caved without checking any of his qualifications. Now Chang was a student, who desperately wanted to join the study group (against the wishes of the entire group) Jeff was predictably late, and the group knew he was just out drinking with Alan. “What does Alan have that we don't?” Troy asked. Pierce made some typical insensitive remarks, and Annie said “I don't like how much drinking and carousing they do. It's a gateway to narcotics.” She gasped as she suddenly realized why Alan was familiar. “Narcotics! I know how I know Alan…But I'm not allowed to say.” “Which means that you met him in Narcotics Anonymous,” Britta guessed. “Why bring it up if you're not allowed?”Abed asked. “Because...” Annie said hesitantly. “He said something at a meeting about something bad he did. He might have done it to Jeff, but I can't say what it is.” “Okay, you've gone from precious to annoying,” Troy said looking irritated. “What if you don't say it, but we guess? Like charades?” Pierce suggested. “With this group? I'm watching,” Abed said looking interested. Annie wrote something down on her notebook and put it to the side. As she began to act out her answer, Shirley simply grabbed the notebook and read it out loud. "Alan got Jeff disbarred." The group exclaimed in surprise and Jeff walked through the door soon after. “Jeff, Alan narced on you,” Britta told him. “Narced? But he's, like, way too primo for that, Frank Zappa,” Jeff said mockingly. “I think he turned you in to the state bar. I was in NA and he bragged about it. He doesn't recognize me because my hair's longer, my skin's clearer I've lost a lot of weight-“ Annie said. “Annie. He said he turned me in?” Jeff interrupted. “He said he sent an e-mail that got a rival co-worker fired around the time you got caught,” Annie answered. “I know they never covered this on Yo Gabba Gabba, but that's circumstantial. Any other meaningless conspiracy theories?” Jeff said. “Yes. Did you know that Go-Gurt is just yogurt?” Troy asked very seriously. “Know what a therapist calls this kind of relationship?” Jeff asked in a leading tone. “A gold mine,” Pierce replied. “Codependent. You guys don't want me to be happy. You want me to need you. It's getting claustrophobic. I used to run full-speed through the boundless wilderness and now I'm in the zoo where the horizon is wallpaper and the air is stale and nothing is ever at stake.” “In other words, we're not cool,” Britta said pointedly. “I never said that. You may have heard it. I may have thought it. It may be true. But I never said it.” “Jeff, will we see you at the pop-and-lock-a-thon?” “No, Abed, I'm going to a cool party at my cool former law firm from when my life was cool.” With that, Jeff left the study room… to immediately be replaced with Chang, who had been trying to convince the group that he should take Jeff’s place at the pop-and-lock-a-thon. “Fine, you can be on the team,” Troy said grudgingly. “New deal. If we win, I get to be in the study group,” Chang declared. The group looked around the table at each other and Abed said, “The stakes have never been higher” Chang left, and Annie got an alert on her phone. “Guys, listen to this: ‘I didn’t want to say anything in front of Winger, but if you want to come to the party tonight I could show you around. See what a successful man really looks like,’” She made a face of disgust at the implication she was getting from this text. “Annie, Alan clearly just wants to manipulate you into having soulless lawyer sex with him on his expensive desk,” Britta said. Shirley gasped, and Troy’s eyes widened comically. “Alan said it was an email that got Jeff fired, right?” Abed asked. “Yes?” Annie said, unsure of where Abed was going with this. “Follow up: Do you think Alan deletes his emails?” Britta turned sharply to look at Abed, realizing what he was suggesting. “That’s right! If you can access his computer you could find that email and prove to Jeff that Alan screwed him over!” Abed pointed to Britta and tapped his nose with his other hand. The group all agreed to get ready for the fancy lawyer party and try to get that evidence. Annie didn’t have much money for expensive clothes, but she had found a nice red dress for the occasion; a floral pattern and short sleeves at the shoulders. She wore black heels and simple red bikini style panties. She had spent all day getting ready, as the entire plan hinged on Alan inviting her to his office. And one of the few things she had actually learned at Greendale was that things can always go wrong. Which is why it wasn’t until they had left her apartment that she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom before she left. Annie dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed her mind, as there would surely be time to find a bathroom at the party. The group soon arrived at the party dressed up as much as each person’s limited income (excluding Pierce’s family money) would allow. Troy wore a suit with no tie, Abed a vest, tie, and checkered shirt, and Shirley a dress that would not look out of place at Easter Sunday. Britta and Pierce were the only ones who looked like they should be at a lawyer party; Britta wore a black cocktail dress with a high neckline and Pierce looked like a Democratic Party candidate with a decent suit and blue tie. “God, it's a sea of Wingers. This whole place reeks of moral ambiguity,” Britta said distastefully. “Actually, that was me. I apologize,” Pierce said, moving toward a table laden with glasses of champagne. “Now, you guys are new to high society, so just follow my lead and you'll be fine,” as he said this, he loudly and accidentally knocked several glasses over. Jeff noticed them at that moment and quickly advanced toward them. “First, why are you here? Second, I don't care. Leave.” “As a matter of fact, Jeff, we were invited,” Britta said defiantly. “Why would anyone do that?” Jeff asked. As if in answer, Alan appeared behind him. “Hey, you guys made it! Come on in,” he addressed his words directly to Annie’s bust, making eye contact with no one. He pulled her aside, Annie looking nervously back at the group as she followed him. “So, what do you think of the place?” he asked, finally managing to look at her eyes instead of her breast. “It’s… nice,” she said, still taking in the whole atmosphere of the room. She knew she needed to convince him to tell her where his office was, but her full bladder was starting to distract her. She decided to ask after that need first. “Where is the bathroom?” “Ah, you don’t want to use the one down here. It’s crowded, there’s a much nicer one on the fourth floor by my office.” Annie couldn’t believe how easy it was going to be to get this information from him. She guessed the old adage that “men only want one thing” was true of at least the sleazy man talking to her now. “And where exactly is your office?” She asked casually. “Fourth floor, room 69,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Annie forced a laugh and asked him the real number. He obliged, and told her he had to make nice with some more people before he could meet her up there. She walked back to the group and said “Fourth floor, 470. First he said it was 69. I wanna rub Purell on my brain.” She motioned for Troy and Abed to follow her to the elevator and pressed the button for the proper floor. The elevator door opened, and Annie saw the women’s bathroom on the left. She briefly considered stopping to pee as she was getting pretty desperate by now, but there wasn’t enough time. “470 should be that way,” Abed pointed down the hall as he spoke. As they moved down the corridors, they hugged the wall like they were in a spy movie. When they reached 470, Abed knelt on one side of the door and opened his backpack. “I brought stuff people use for capers. Suction cup. Credit card. Chloroform. The credit card doesn't work, but the chloroform does,” He said enthusiastically. “Annie, go back and keep lookout,” Troy said. “Why me lookout? Why not you guys?” Annie asked. “Cause if someone comes up here, Kanye and Kumar get taken to jail. You get taken to dinner,” Troy retorted. “You guys!” Annie said indignantly. “I am the smartest one in this whole group and all I’ve been used for is bait and distraction.” She bounced around a bit as she said this, both from desperation to pee and desperation to do something useful. She then noticed that the boys were both looking at her chest as she bounced, essentially making their argument without word. She made an offended noise and crossed her arms, saying “Go on your stupid mission. I hope it sucks.” Annie then turned on her heel and marched to the end of the hallway. She was truly desperate by now, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she bounced at the knees. She had one hand pressed into her dress trying to relieve the pressure and the other had steadying herself on the wall. She was weighing the possibility of simply running off to use the bathroom while Troy and Abed found the email. She was not sure how much longer she could hold it, and felt a lookout was likely unnecessary. There was a party going on downstairs, surely no one would be going to their office right now. Just as she decided that a lookout was unnecessary and that she had time to pee and come back, she heard a loud unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the office. “Excuse me!” The voice startled Annie so much that stream of urine spurted out into her panties as her heart dropped: someone had found them. She clenched her muscles and managed to stem the flow after a few seconds, but her underwear was now noticeably wet. She moved as quickly and quietly down the hall as she could, spying a janitor cart outside the open door to Alan’s office. Abed’s backpack lay open beside it, but the janitor himself must have entered the room. Annie saw the bottle of chloroform in Abed’s backpack, and made a split second decision. She grabbed a rag out of the backpack, doused it with the bottle and clapped it to the janitor’s mouth from behind him. He struggled for a few seconds, Annie slowly pushing him down as he got weaker. As she struggled with the janitor, she once again started leaking pee, a few drops falling to the floor beneath her before she regained control. The janitor stopped struggling, Annie kneeling over him. Troy and Abed stared down at her, horrified shock on their faces. “Oh, my God,” Troy blurted out in a high voice. “I didn't know what to do,” Annie said, panicking. “Oh, my God,” Troy said again. “I usually have one foot out of reality, and even I'm freaking out right now,” Abed said. “You chloroformed the janitor!?” Troy shouted hysterically. “Stop yelling! You got caught!” Annie yelled back. “You're the one yelling!” “We're in trouble. We have to do something,” Annie said in panicked tears. “I don't know what to do. My whole brain is crying!” Troy said, now pacing furiously. “Guys, guys, guys,” Abed called out, trying to calm the other two. “I have an idea. Okay, it may sound a little weird, but trust me.” Abed’s plan was to try and convince the janitor that they were all chloroformed, so that they would not be questioned by anyone. Annie couldn’t think, her brain was drowning in both fear and urine. No one had any better ideas, so they all took their positions. Annie’s previous leaks had not fully emptied her bladder, and she found it exceptionally difficult to lie still on the ground with how badly she now needed to pee. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, the janitor began to stir. Annie, Troy, and Abed feigned waking up too as the man looked around. “What's happening?” He asked groggily. “Oh. We all got chloroformed,” Troy said slowly. “Somebody chloroformed all of us,” Annie lied. “And now we're regaining consciousness together,” Abed said, staring at the janitor. “I don't understand…Who is she?” Annie watched the janitor as his eyes fell on the rag she was still holding. “Why is she holding a rag?” Annie’s mind was completely empty of ideas. She could think of nothing but her bladder, which finally gave out. She started peeing freely into her panties, and in her panic she could think of nothing else to do but chloroform the janitor a second time. Still peeing, she brought the rag to his mouth like she was swatting a fly, and pushed him back onto the ground. She was now on her knees, her hand buried in the man’s face, pee streaming down her legs in rivulets of pale yellow liquid. She moved away from him once he was still, somehow managing to keep from peeing on his prone form. Annie quickly backed to the far wall, leaving a trail of urine from beside the janitor to the puddle that was now expanding at her feet. She grimaced as she felt the hot pee running over her feet in her shoes, but her open-toed shoes at least weren’t retaining the liquid. Troy stared at her open-mouthed, and even Abed’s normally calm face looked as surprised as she had ever seen it as urine continued to pour out of her, now loudly pattering onto the carpeted floor unobstructed as she stood up straight. The flow finally tapered off, and all three of them stood in silence. Pee was everywhere; there were two small puddles next to the janitor where Annie’s knees had been and a trail leading to the large puddle she now stood in. Her dress felt wet in several places, but not as much as if she had been sitting on it or holding herself in the front. Her panties were utterly soaked, and she smelled unmistakably of pee. She looked pleadingly at Troy and Abed, and all she could ask was “Does it look noticeable?” She did a quick twirl to show them her full dress, because she couldn’t see any visible wetness. “I don’t know if it’s the pattern or the material, but I actually don’t see anything,” Abed said helpfully. “We got what we came for, we have the email. Nobody needs to know what happened here, let’s just leave right now,” Troy suggested, putting a comforting hand on Annie’s shoulder. She nodded, and the group hurriedly fled the room. As they walked to the building’s exit, they saw Jeff talking to the rest of the group about something they couldn’t hear. Annie ran to the group, Troy and Abed on her heels, and reached toward Jeff with the printed email in her hand. “This is the e-mail that Alan sent the bar association. He stabbed you in the back, Jeff. He's a bad friend.” Jeff read the email in his hands, his expression unreadable. “You're right. He's a bad friend. But he's a good lawyer. I appreciate you guys caring, but you have to understand that I don't. Caring is lethal around here. It's a disease. You guys have it. I don't. So if you do care about me, don't infect me. Now go win that pop-and-Iock-a-thon. I'll see you Monday.” With that, Jeff walked back to the party. “It's like watching a soul slip through our fingers,” Shirley said sadly. “But what more can we do?” Annie stared after Jeff, disbelief flooded through her just as urine had flooded her panties not five minutes ago because of how much they had cared about Jeff. Despondent, Annie grabbed the chloroform bottle and started to douse the rag once again. Troy saw this and grabbed the bottle from her, shout-whispering “Would you stop!?” in a high pitched voice. The group left the party feeling dejected, and made plans to return to the school for the pop-and-lock-a-thon. Annie made some excuses; as much as she wanted to go, she really needed to get changed and take a shower. “Why do you need to change?” Pierce asked. Annie froze, and Troy said, “she’s not really dressed for dancing. Come on, we’ll go hold our spot.” Annie looked gratefully at Troy, and hurried home to shower. This she did quickly, as she actually did want to go to the pop-and-lock-a-thon. She expedited the process by adjusting the shower stream to waist height; she wouldn’t need to wash her hair and it would only raise more questions. She cleaned herself up and got changed into a sporty skirt that she could dance in, and raced back to the school. Upon arriving, she was surprised to see that Jeff had rejoined the group. He had realized he was wrong about caring, and that he would rather be at this silly dance contest than at the lawyer party. They all shared a group hug, which disqualified them from the contest. But they didn’t care about the contest as long as they had each other.
  18. View File A fantastic compilation of short wetting clips in the style of almost made it peeing panties just before the toilet 13 mini clip compilation, Has leaking before toilet, power piss, pissing panties, showing wet panties, piss puddle. Possibly my favourite compilation Submitter Staffsguy89 Submitted 02/13/2024 Category Female  
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