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  1. InShot_20240714_032716925.mp4 InShot_20240714_033753728.mp4 InShot_20240714_033339260.mp4 InShot_20240714_032400332.mp4
  2. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
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  8. Hard working woman couldn’t hold it between meetings… First post here! Hope yall like it! Let me know.
  9. Hiii everyone!! Just wanted to post some pics of me in my Hello Kitty panties!!! In the future, I plan to wet them and record it and I'll be sure to upload the vids and pics here but for now, enjoy some pics of me in my panties dry! Basically this is the kind of panties that goth girls wear under their clothes haha. Love you all so much! ❤️ And question for all of you, do you all enjoy wearing/seeing cute panties?
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    I've been blessed with a partner who not only indulges in my fetish, but she enjoys it herself and so there's been no shortage of supply witnessing her peeing and wetting whenever possible these last four years for me. Over this time she's filmed dozens of omorashi and pissing videos, several of which are available on her fansly which I will link below. But for your guys' convenience, here's the first collection of videos she's produced that I'll be sharing on this site. Some of these have been posted before, notably the bedwetting 3-part video. This file also includes 3 different jeans wettings, 5 shorts wettings and 5 videos of her wetting her leggings, one of which was filmed in her backyard. These clips range from 30 seconds to 2 minutes in length and these are just the wetting videos we've recently compiled - there are lots of free peeing videos I plan to post as well. You can look my girlfriend up on Twitter/X under the username 'GoddessLissa007' and her fansly is Goddess_Lissa. She's also open to custom requests, but stay tuned for more of what she and I have to offer.
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  11. This may just sound crazy, but I wish I had a female best friend that was into omo. Like we did everything like normal best friends but then we would also do a bunch of omorashi things together. No romantic relationship at all. Just 2 women confident enough to explore their omo kink. We would go out for lunch and see who could hold it longer. We could go for a hike and pee our pants along the trail. We could go shopping and pee our pants in the dressing room. Or we hang out at home in diapers and see who's gets fuller without leaking. I just want a best friend/partner in crime that will film me peeing myself but then also pee themselves cause we are both into it and if one of us gets caught we both do and it's less shameful. I don't know if anyone understand my thinking or has been there themselves. I just wish because my husband doesn't like to have fun with my wettings as often as I do, so I wish I just had a friend I could have fun and share that one secret of my life that only my husband knows.
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  13. Does anyone know what happened to Sereenee2469 or Jessywuuu? She posted wetting videos on Twitter where she wet leggings, shorts, etc. a couple years back. Does anyone know what happened to her? If she still posts?
  14. Hey guys I am back or I should say that we are back with another story. This is a collaborative work by me and @btkdaku . Let's see how this one goes. Hope you will enjoy reading it. Chapter-01 "Hurry up Amina we are getting late for the airport." Areeba said to Amina while honking the horn of her car. Her daughter Neha was already sitting in the middle row of the SUV playing with the phone of her mother. "Coming in a minute." Amina replied from inside. After a while there was no sign of Amina so Areeba started honking the horn again. Amina again responded "I am coming Baji." The three ladies Areeba, Amina and Neha were going to the airport to pick up Mariam, the niece of Areeba and Amina and from there to the hill station of Murree for a vacation. Areeba was 36 years old with a fair complexion and a decent height of 5'09''. Seeing her it can't be said that she was that old. She had maintained her body very well. She always wore traditional salwar kameez. Amina was 27 years old and quite attractive at that. She was almost 6 feet tall. She had long hair that fell to her lower back, and she had a stunning hourglass figure. Amina was sexy and she knew it too. She always wore clothes that stuck close to her body and were tight. She wore a black Kameez with a low neckline that was especially tight around her bust and her waist. Neha was 16 years old and had all the traits of her mother. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a flowery cotton shirt with flower patterns on it. Eventually Amina came outside carrying a basket full of water bottles, juices, cold drinks and snacks for the road trip. She sat in the car and they were good to go. "I am so excited." said Areeba. To which Amina responded "Me too, last time we saw her she was in her nappies." They continued talking about Mariam's childhood till they reached the airport. Areeba stayed in the car while Amina and Neha went to terminal 2 where Mariam was supposed to be after the flight had landed. When the went there the flight had already landed and passengers had started to come out. Then came out Mariam a beautiful, tall grown up girl with complexion as fair as milk. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts and a pair of leather boots. "Look chachi it's Mariam didi." Neha shouted when she saw Mariam. "Yes I can see." They immediately recognized each other and Mariam greeted Amina and Neha in her American accent. Her parents settled in Chicago before she was born. Last time she visited Pakistan was when she was only 2 years old. It's been 20 years since then. They went towards the car where Areeba was waiting to meet her niece. Areeba was so excited to see Mariam that she ran towards Mariam and hugged her almost choking the poor girl. Then she started pulling her cheeks and said "my little princess is looking so pretty." Mariam gave a little smile as a thanking gesture with a little blush on her face. Everybody likes compliments and she was not any different. They all settled down and Areeba drove away the from the airport. Not too far away from the airport, Areeba stopped her car near a fancy restaurant and turned around and said "Mariam you have been in the flight for so long, you must be hungry. Let's eat something first and then we can continue our journey." Mariam nodded. They went inside the restaurant and ordered some 'kadhai chicken' with garlic naan and some soft drinks. Soon the order was placed on their table and began eating it. The chicken was too spicy for Mariam and Neha so they were consuming a crazy amount of soft drinks with it. Seeing Neha drinking her 4th glass of cola, Amina spoke up "Neha beta, you have a long drive ahead of you. You shouldn’t drink that much." She blushed a little as she said "don’t say that in front of everyone. I am 16 years old now. I am not some little kid." Amina laughed at her little outburst and patted her head. "Don't you remember what happened last time?" She chuckled. Neha was blushing furiously and was trying to cover her face. She had nothing to say about it. Mariam was curious to know what was her chachi talking about. She asked, "what happened chachi, tell me." "Well....." Before Amina could speak she was cut off by Neha immediately and Mariam was left with nothing but speculation. When they had finished and paid the bill, Areeba said to Neha and Mariam "beta you should go susu (pee) before getting into the car." Neha was too stubborn and wanted to prove that she is a grown up and can control her urges. Mariam didn't had to go at that time she was not taking any chances so she went to the toilet. It was an Indian-style toilet with very little space to move around. Mariam had never used such toilet before so she avoided using it and returned back. They again set off for their destination. They all listened to music and played road trip games as they made their way to their destination. By the time they had managed to leave the city and were heading towards the hilly road leading to Murree. They were already a little behind schedule because of all the traffic that they had faced while still inside the city. Now, by this time Mariam had started feeling the effects of all the liquids she had consumed during the day. All that liquid had made its way through her system and was now filtering steadily into her kidneys. Luckily she saw a rest area. She was hopeful that they would stop there and she would have that opportunity to go visit the restroom. Her need to pee grew steadily as they approached the entry point of the rest area and by the time they were almost there she was seriously bursting. But to her surprise, her aunt made no move to slow down the car and they sped past the rest areas and through the toll booth. She didn’t know what to do. She had been banking on that rest area stop and now that they weren’t stopping there she seriously felt that she had made a mistake. What could she even do? She was 22 years old. The sun had started to go down by now, so maybe she could get away with just peeing on the side of the road. But the thought of asking her aunt to pull over for something like that was too embarrassing to even think about. However, to her pleasant surprise, Neha spoke up before she had a chance to say anything. "Ammi, why aren’t we stopping at the rest area?” Neha was also looking uncomfortable. Mariam could tell that she was desperate for a pee because of how she sat with her legs crossed over one another. Her long shirt covered her crotch and Mariam could tell that her hand was disappearing somewhere underneath that shirt to help hold her crotch. She was also rubbing her thighs against each other as she bit her lip and looked expectantly at her mother. “We’re already late as in, Beta.” Aunt Areeba replied. “These roads aren’t that safe during night time.” “Oh, you mean we aren’t stopping until we get to the hotel?” Neha was seriously worried too. After all, she had also had the soft drinks. “Do we need to?” Aunt Areeba asked, her eyes focused on the road. “Well, it’s just…” Neha trailed off. Mariam could see even in the dying sunlight that her cheeks were flushed slightly red. Maybe she was hesitant to speak up because Mariam was there. But Aunt Amina finished her sentence for her. She looked back at the worried Neha and gave her a comforting smile before turning back to Aunt Areeba. “I think I know the problem, baaji,” she said to Aunt Areeba. “I think little Miss Neha needs to go potty.” She chuckled lightly as she said this, and Neha blushed even redder. “Is that true Neha?” Aunt Areeba looked at her daughter in the rearview mirror. Neha nodded her blushing face as a way of answer. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Aunt Areeba tutted. “This is why I told you to go to the bathroom before we left. Now is it number 1 or number 2?” Neha was embarrassed even more by this question by her mother. I could see it in how red her cheeks flushed. “Susu aayi hai,” she replied. ( I need to go pee.) Her mother shook her head in disappointment again. “Can you hold it until we get to the hotel?” Aunt Areeba asked her daughter. Neha seemed to consider this, but even as she was thinking her hand burrowed itself even deeper into her crotch. “Pata nahi. Bohat zor ki aa rhi hai.” ( I don’t know. The pressure is really high). “Ok beta.” Aunt Areeba started going a little faster after she realized the intensity of her teenage daughter’s need. “I’ll see if I can find a place to stop.” This is good. Mariam thought to herself. In this way she could go along with Neha and relieve herself. Or so she thought. As the minutes ticked by her need grew at an alarming rate. It seemed like all the liquid in her body had made its way to her bladder which was now very very full. First, she crossed my legs over one another, and then a few minutes later she started holding herself as she squirmed in her seat. “Do you have to go susu as well?” Neha asked after she saw Mariam's predicament. Mariam blushed at her question, but she didn’t know what to say. It was embarrassing to accept that she was absolutely dying for a piss – especially because she was older than her. Still, the truth couldn’t be hidden for long. “Just a little bit,” she lied, even as her bladder screamed for relief. “But it's not a problem. I can hold it until we get to the hotel.” Neha nodded at her answer, convinced by her lie. Ten more minutes went by without any sign of a bathroom. The sun had set by now and it was dark enough in the car that both Mariam and Neha had fully resorted to holding themselves on the backseat. It was starting to get seriously tough to hold it all in now. Neha spoke up again. “Ammi, can’t you please find a place to stop? It’s really urgent now.” Areeba kept her eyes on the road while Aunt Amina turned to Neha to give her encouragement. “It’s not far now, beta,” she said to Neha. “Just hold on for a few more minutes and I’m sure we will find a bathroom.” But while Neha nodded mutedly, Mariam knew her time was almost up. By now the signals from her bladder were getting too hard to reject. Her last hope had been the fact that they might stop the car for Neha somewhere but even that was looking like a faraway possibility now. An especially strong twinge from my bladder made her wince, and at the same time her Chachi turned the car along a sharp turn. The pressure from her bladder, coupled with the sudden change in direction made her lose control for just a couple of seconds. Hot piss exploded out of her pussy and wet her yellow panties and the crotch of her shorts. She regained control almost immediately, and grabbed her crotch extra hard to stop any other leakages. She cursed under her breath as she realized that there was a small damp patch on her crotch. It was still small enough that she could hide it until they got to the hotel, but they had to stop very very soon or else… She didn’t even want to think about or else. Mariam looked over at Neha again, who was also looking like she was at her limit. She was bouncing up and down on her seat now and both of her hands were between her legs firmly. Mariam's only hope was that they would stop the car for Neha and she could just jump out and pee. After Areeba made another rash turn Mariam's bladder lurched in her body. She did everything in my power to hold back the flood inside her, but her peehole relaxed once again. Hot urine burst out of her peehole and began to spray her panties and shorts. She managed to stem the flow after 7-8 seconds but the damage had been done. The pee had leaked out and wet the front of her shorts before flowing down. It had made its way through her inner upper thighs and then down to her buttocks. Even though it would be hard to tell because of the darkness, there was a wet stain all along her thighs and butt. It seemed like Neha had reached her limit because she shouted a few seconds later. “AMMI GAADI ROKO WARNA SUSU ANDER HEE NIKAL JAYEGI.” ( Mom please stop the car or else my pee will come out.) Areeba, realizing the severity of the situation, hit the brakes and the car swerved onto the side of the road where there was a grassy patch with bushes and vegetation on the side. Even though most of the pee was still inside Mariam, she had definitely had an accident that she wouldn’t be able to hide. She was now blushing bright red and She had a few tears forming in her eyelids. She looked over at Neha who was still bouncing on her seat violently. Not only had she wet myself like a child, she hadn’t even been able to outlast her younger cousin. How would she ever live down this embarrassment of peeing her pants as a 22 year old. As the tires skidded across the asphalt the last of my defenses crumbled away. PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH As Mariam sat there with her legs crossed, her bladder exploded with hot, embarrassing pee, one last time. She let out a small whimper as the golden liquid of her shame filled her panties and then her shorts. Amina turned to me as she heard the noise and gasped before covering her mouth with her hand due to the surprise. Areeba was too busy looking worried for her daughter as the car skidded to a stop. As soon as the car stopped Neha threw open the door and jumped out. Even as Mariam watched the back of Neha's jeans for any signs of an accident, her own pee continued to gusher out of her unabated. Her shorts continued to get wetter and now the stain underneath her started to grow wider and wider. Neha, who had only just gotten out of the car, had both hands jammed between her legs. She looked from left to right, before deciding that she couldn’t risk running to find cover in the bushes. She pulled up her long shirt and tucked it under her chin before yanking down her jeans and her panties. Mariam could just about make out a slight wet spot on her panties as she fell to a squat, but her jeans seemed to be spotless. Even before she had fully fallen to a squat a torrent of piss burst out of her peehole. PSHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT The sound of her piss hitting the grass underneath boomed throughout the area as Mariam managed to regain control over my own accident. Amina still had her hand covering her mouth when she spoke next “Hawww! Mariam. Ye kya kiya tumnay? Itni badi ho ke bhi susu kar diya andar hee?” (Translation: What did you do Mariam? You wet your pants at such a big age?) The only thing she could do was sniffle as Neha finished her pee on the side of the road. She got up and pulled up her clothes, and despite the fact that her cheeks were still flushed red, there was a sort of triumphant smile on her face because of the fact that she had outlasted her older cousin. Mariam bursted out in tears. She started weeping badly. She has never faced such embarrassment. Areeba and Neha tried to console her but Amina got no chill. She started taunting her by saying "last time we saw you in your nappies and looks like you still need one." Areeba tried to silence her but she continued scolding her. Areeba asked Amina to shut up in a very authoritative manner. Amina obliged. Areeba now politely asked Neha to move to the backseat of the car and let Mariam sit in the dry area of the middle row. She then asked Mariam to take off her wet clothes so that she could place them near the A.C. and let them dry. She pulled down her shorts but was too shy to pull down her panties. Areeba said, "beta take them out as well. We are all ladies, besides there is nothing we haven't seen already. She did as she was told. She slid down her yellow panties and gave it Areeba. Sitting bare bottom in front of her aunts and younger cousin was still very embarrassing for Mariam. She was trying to cover her pussy with her hands. Amina firmly said to Mariam, "beta if you want to go to the toilet, let us know and until we can find one hold it in." Mariam nodded as her head sank in shame. Nearly an hour into the drive, it was pitch black and hardly any other car was seen on the road. Mariam was still sitting bare bottom as her clothes had not dried yet. Amina was busy playing games trying to distract her from the urge to pee, Areeba had her focus on the road but she had also started the sensation to pee and Neha was fast asleep. Mariam felt a slight tingling sensation again. But this time it was not in her bladder but in her bowels. She had to poop. "This trip couldn't get any worse." She thought to herself. All that kadhai chicken was wanting its way out of her body. No rest area could be seen nearby. This only made her more anxious. She started fidgeting shifting her weight from one butt cheek to another. Areeba and Amina could now hear constant voices of shuffling and loud rumbling that was coming from Mariam's stomach. Amina turned back and saw Mariam struggling. Amina asked "is everything ok beta?" To which Mariam responded, "Chachi I need to use the bathroom." This time she not hesitant to speak it out loud as she didn't want to end up having another accident. "I really don't think there are any rest areas nearby." Amina said. This made Mariam worried. "Don't worry I will stop the car where there is enough pasture. Hold it till then." said Areeba. Mariam could do nothing but clench her bowels as hard as she could. 15 minutes passed by like this. There was no sign of any rest area and the car was not slowing down either. Mariam became more and more desperate. A huge amount of poop was piling up inside her bowels. After a certain point Mariam could not help herself but she started farting out loud. The smell of the farts could choke anyone to death. Knowing that the situation was severe and luckily there was nobody around Areeba started pulling over to the side of the road and asked Mariam to pop a squat on the side of the road. As soon as the car pulled over Mariam jumped out of the car like a kangaroo not caring that she had worn nothing under her waist and started relieving herself. Huge turds of poop coming out were burning her butthole. Amina opened the front door as well to give her cover. Both the ladies were watching her go making their situations a little bit tense. Mariam was not used to squatting and relieving herself so her legs were becoming numb and it was becoming difficult for her to even hold her own weight. Eventually her legs gave up and she sat down in her own mess while still in full flow. She immediately clenched with all her might to close her butthole but the damage was done. Here entire but was covered with poop. "Oh no! poor girl has fallen." Areeba quickly got out of the car and grabbed Mariam by both her armpits and grabbed her up. "beta quickly finish up your business." Areeba said. Mariam relaxed herself again and started releasing turds again. When she was finished, she said "Chachi I am done." like a toddler. Areeba asked Amina to pass a water bottle. She gave the water bottle. With Areeba grabbing her, Mariam was not able to reach her butt. So Areeba asked Amina "AMINA MAI AKELE YEH NAHI KAR PAUNGI ZARA MARIAM KA PICHWADA DHO DO." (Amina I won't be able to do it alone, so come here and clean Mariam's bottom.) Though she was disgusted by this thought, she knew that there was no other option. She got out if the car and started sprinkling water on her niece's butt and then cleaning the smear on it. The sensation of the cold water and another woman touching her butt made Mariam uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. Amina's situation was not any different. Though she was disgusted with the fact that her hands were covered with poop but she was also liking touching Mariam's soft and tender butt. Eventually Amina was able to clean off her entire butt and they sat inside. Areeba ordered Amina not to utter a single word out her throat about this incident. She respected her baaji and couldn't deny her command. Mariam was also very ashamed and not a single letter was uttered by her. She had embarrassed herself not only once but twice on the day 1 of coming to Pakistan. There was almost a deafening silence in the car. She just wanted to forget about these horrific incidents. TO BE CONTINUED Chapter-2 will be uploaded by @btkdaku as soon as he gets time. Thank you for reading. Do let us know your views about this idea. If you have any suggestions or ideas to be implemented in the upcoming chapters or any requests other than this series feel free to share them. We will surely consider them.
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    I found an excellent video of this manyvids user Lauurax dancing to music and wetting her leggings (a favorite video genre of mine). I was wondering if anyone here has seen other videos of hers elsewhere? I know she had gone by LauraBae on other platforms but her accounts seem to all be closed.
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  16. View File Dancing to Music Wetting Video - Who is she? I found an excellent video of this manyvids user Lauurax dancing to music and wetting her leggings (a favorite video genre of mine). I was wondering if anyone here has seen other videos of hers elsewhere? I know she had gone by LauraBae on other platforms but her accounts seem to all be closed. Submitter JayLaurel Submitted 07/09/2024 Category Female  
  17. I was in the office today, and was finishing up my day there. It came time for me to leave, so I began to pack my things up and head out. I only live about 20 minutes from the office, so I wasn’t that concerned with the restroom, as I didn’t really need to go and it wasn’t a far drive. About five minutes into my drive, I suddenly had to go. I think my pelvic floor is a little weak today, as yesterday I did do a little hold, and my urgency really only grew. I could feel my urine starting to have that pressure like feeling on my urethra. Instinctively, I started to breathe a little deeper. I was not intending an accident today. I kept thinking to myself “it isn’t far, you’ll get to a bathroom soon. You’ve held it longer with more urgency before.” I guess the thought of the bathroom did something, because right then I felt myself leak. And not just a little dribble, I felt my underwear get damp. I clenched and thought “no no no, not now”, and tried to focus on music. I will note, my leaks on this ride home were not forceful nor did they last more than a second. A couple minutes later, I leaked again, and another leak followed quickly after. My underwear was damp. I still had 5-8 minutes left on my drive home. If I leak, it’s would due to stress incontinence. Even doing a hold yesterday, I had to trigger a leak by doing something forceful and then eventually just let it out. So these leaks were a little shocking to me. A couple minutes pass, and I felt like I gained enough composure and tried to distract my need to pee with music. I then a bigger leak than the first few. This one lasted a couple seconds. I grabbed my crotch and felt my pants had a wet patch. I was almost home at this point, as I turned into my neighborhood, i peed a soft steady stream for 4 seconds. When I parked my car a dribble or so came out. I clenched and very quickly looked down to inspect the damage and was shocked- I peed a good bit on my seat (I took a very quick snapshot for here, but genuinely didn’t want to have an accident so it isn’t the best). I must’ve been peeing more than I thought with each leak, because my pants were also quite wet. I couldn’t (and still can’t) believe how wet they were. I’ve never had an intentionally or unintentionally peed my pants outside my house, so stepping out of my car, I the breeze on my wet clothes was something new. I had another leak when I got out of my car, and another dribble walking to my house. There were people outside. I tried to pull my shirt over my butt to hide my circumstance, but it wasn’t really long enough. i get to my door, and latchkey got the best of me, because when i put my key in, i had a spurt, automatically following another steady stream of pee until I got into the house. I felt it starting to trickle down my leg. I took a breath and managed to stop peeing. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to hold. It took everything in me. I live on a second story, so as I made my way up the stairs, about halfway up, another spurt had left. I started to run, but that made pee more. I stopped in the hallway towards the bathroom and crossed my legs and told myself “you’re not doing this. I have a virtual meeting and don’t have time to clean up a pee trail or puddle”. To my surprise, I made it to the bathroom leak free. However, as soon as I entered, I lost control and started peeing full force. I heard hissing in my pants. (Due to urinary retention, my stream is often weak. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself hiss pee, especially not when I’m not going in the toilet). I couldn’t stop it. I froze for a couple of seconds because I was completely shocked as a puddle started to quickly form at my feet. I snapped myself out of it, still peeing full force, made my way to the toilet, and finished peeing in the toilet. I inspected my pants, and they were soaked. I peed a good bit on the floor and had a trail leading to the toilet. I’m still completely shocked that I just had an accident to that magnitude. That was a couple hours ago, my pelvic floor is clearly a little weak today cause I am peeing more frequently and dribbled once. Ill post if anything else happens 😅 here’s a picture of my car and the front of my pants- mind you, the damage was primarily in the back.
  18. Hey everyone. This is just a short story for an idea i had a little while ago. It’s my first time writing in a while and i’m hoping that i can do good and maybe craft a story people will enjoy? Let me know what you all think, and if i should continue. ————————————————————————————————————————————— 2nd March, 2032. New York City, USA. The end of the world had only been a few weeks ago. No one really knew what had happened or, at least, what had truly happened. Some people said that a viral outbreak had occurred, some experimental bacteria had escaped, gone rogue, mutated. People died, again, and again, more and more, and now even the most beautiful places, like New York, had their streets empty, their buildings nearly desolate. That’s the world that 18 year old Hazel Edwards lives in. Hazel had always been a little bit of a timid girl, the type that didn’t like getting into arguments, or scuffles. The type that had her hyper fixations and wanted to stay home to focus on them. She hadn’t changed much in the coming weeks, but the world had, it had become a lot harder, and people like her, who sometimes didn’t have it in them to do what needed to be done, were becoming exceedingly rare. She had been in bed. Her dad, who often stayed up late doing the odd thing here, and there had been the one to wake her. To tell her that the world would never be the same..She didn’t like thinking about that night. It brought back too many memories. She was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar pang in her abdomen, and a slight hand on her shoulder. She was crouched down a little, her bum only raised a few inches off the ground. The position one would take to pee, of course, and it seemed her bladder picked up on that. You see, if there was one thing Hazel had worried about before it had all gone down, it had been her nervous, borderline incontinent bladder. She had always had a small bladder, and a history of accidents, even as a kid, but it was manageable back then. When she had hit puberty, however, things took a very sharp turn, and suddenly, she found herself having to wear protection to avoid accidents almost all the time. The only problem was that in a post apocalyptic world, where the dead somehow walk, and try to kill you, diapers aren’t something you come by very easily, they are sparse, and rare, and that means that you have to opt for the latter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts as she raised herself up, putting her hands on her knees as she spoke. “Geez. You scared me.” She said, referring to the flinch that had occurred when her companion, a girl only a year older, had touched her shoulder. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been here without her. Brooklyn Dalton. Her best friend, her one true love, though she’d never admit that to her — she had been the one to save her life on that fateful day, and it seemed she had done it countless times over. Brooklyn smiled, and shook her head lightly. “You get scared about everything, Haz.” Hazel looked down, a soft, familiar blush coating her features. It was true, she was a little bit of a scaredy cat — she was surprised Brooklyn ever had wanted to be her friend, given they had met after her puberty, after her incidents turned into frequent accidents. She shook her head a little, unable to hide the blush on her features as she spoke. ”I-I do not. Anyways — we need to get supplies today — otherwise we’re gonna hit rock bottom.” “Come on, then!” She said, matter-of-factly. She’d always been good with numbers, and keeping track of them. And medicinal supplies were hard to find sometimes, but they were rewarding and important and something they most certainly needed. She hadn’t been prepared to be pulled by the hand by her partner, who was leading her towards a nearby pharmacy, one they had scouted out before on maybe one or two previous scavenges. It made the liquid in her bladder slosh around uncomfortably, and she nervously pressed a light hand to her crotch as she was pulled along. But she wasn’t afraid to make those gestures around Brooklyn. God, her friend had seen everything. She kept up as they ran towards the pharmacy, being very careful to be light on their feet, noise attracted the creatures. As they stepped in the pharmacy, the first thing that Hazel noted that she didn’t like was the way the blue lights on the ceiling seemed to flicker ominously. She didn’t like the lighting — in fact, she’d just never liked anywhere medicinal before, they were scary places, and that antiseptic smell gave her nightmares sometimes. She stepped in, feeling the cold, chilly breeze from outside fade as the door shut quietly behind them. She glanced around, the place wasn’t completely stocked, but it had some supplies, here and there and- Diapers! She, quite embarrassingly, found them to be the first thing she ran over to, eliciting a giggle from her counterpart. ”W-What? They’re hard to come by.” She mumbled, feeling her cheeks turn warm, the rosy red effect making her try to nervously smile so that the whole situation didn’t seem awkward. She pulled open her bag, but then, feeling a sharp pang of desperation, she dropped to her knees, pressing a hand into her crotch again. This was the issue. It built suddenly, without warning — she’d be fine, and then there’d be an urge so strong that it would take her feet from under her. Brooklyn rushed to her aid, pressing a comforting hand on her back as Hazel sighed shakily. “I-I’m okay. Just a wave, it’ll pass.” She mumbled quietly, to which Brooklyn nodded a little, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze, before she wandered off to the other side, as to look for other supplies, like bandages. First aid. It made Hazel a little embarrassed that the first thing she had looked for was diapers. She opened her bag a little timidly, having to stand on her tippy toes and jump to grab whatever was left of the packages, which she stuffed snuggly in her bag. Then, zipping that up, she decided to go and check for some other items. Painkillers helped, a lot. It just sucked that they were stored in the back room. Letting Brooklyn browse, she decided to head in that direction, to see if she could actually be useful for once. She passed the threshold, and began to look on the shelves for whatever could be useful. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she did, the pangs of desperation becoming noticeably hard for her to deal with, as she kept bending a little to press a hand to the crotch of her light blue jeans. She moved again, deeper in this time, as she found some painkillers! She snatched them up in her bag, unzipping it with startlingly speed as she shoved them in, the back room was giving her the creeps and she’d like to get out of ther- As she lowered her bag, having done the zip back up, she saw it. The rabid monster, a zombie. And it was right in front of her. It swung for her face, and she just about got out of the way. Grabbing a box off the shelf, she launched it at its face, and while it made it stumble, it didn’t do much. She did her best to try and move out of the room, but given her urge..she couldn’t really run. Hisssssss…. She felt it as she tried to move sharply out of the way. A leak, it broke the seal, and she found herself trying to move slower, to avoid an accident. Priorities, girl, seriously! As she reached the threshold, she tripped over the doorwell, another leak escaped, flooding her panties and causing a wet spot to form, the size of a golf ball, on her shorts. It followed hastily, and as it attacked, she had no choice but to sort of roll onto her back from her sitting position and kick up as hard as she could. It worked, she struck it square in the jaw, but it also was way too much movement for her bladder. She started pissing herself uncontrollably, pee hissing down her stomach as she kicked again, and again, out at the freak of a monster. She shouted for Brooklyn, she could feel tears filling up in her eyes. This was too much, she was too damn scared! Then, as it overwhelmed her, her converse shoes doing little to hurt it now, Brooklyn came behind her, and struck it HARD in the face with a metal rod, crushing its jaw. Then she hit it again, and again. This gave hazel time to get her wits about her again. To try and stand on her legs, which felt like jelly as she continued to soil herself. A large puddle had formed beneath her and now she knew why she had run for the diapers first no matter how embarrassing it was. Because she needed them, to avoid this. ”S-Sorry.” She mumbled, tears trickling down her face as she forced herself up. She always got tearful after accidents like this. Because even in an apocalyptic world, people just pissing themselves wasn’t the norm. Thankfully, Brooklyn was the greatest person she could have ever met, and despite her wet clothes, enveloped her in a hug. She took a handful of the girl’s sweaty hair into her palm as she tried to soothe her. ”Hey, hey, it’s alright. It happens, okay?“ Hazel looked so embarrassed, which was definitely fair, who wouldn’t be? But she nodded, doing her best to wipe her tears with her sleeve, and the two walked out of the pharmacy a little over two minutes later. Half of that had been spent just cuddling. Hazel looked embarrassed as her friend held her hand, and they took the careful route back to the outpost, which they shared with a few other people, ones who were far less fond of Hazel’s accidents than brooklyn was. Finally, they reached home. And things looked up. Hazel was able to rest and recuperate, get out of her nasty, wet clothes, Brooklyn helped her here and there, and then, having done their duty they got to spend the rest of the night together. Hazel couldn’t remember half of it. Only that they were in the same bed together, and she was very, very tired. ————————————————————————————————————————————— hi okay so! that’s chapter one, sorry it is probably kind of ass, but the next one should be better 🙂 let me know if you guys want me to continue this.
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    Does anyone else get a wedgie when they start to wet themselves? Or is it just me...
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    Lots of frantic desperation, heel sitting, whining and a wetting at the end. VK find
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  21. View File Japanese desperation and leggings wetting on the floor Lots of frantic desperation, heel sitting, whining and a wetting at the end. VK find Submitter Renatatswet Submitted 07/07/2024 Category Female  
  22. I am looking for video I have definitely seen circulating here before. Woman is outside on the side corner of a house. She is wearing light grey sweatpants looking desperate to pee. Her friends is recording her. She says something like “I don’t think I can hold it anymore, I can’t hold it” she start peeing and lets out an exaggerated “ahh ha ha” “ “I’m sorry(canadianish accent) I’m sorry I had to” she looks over her shoulder and says “Someone’s coming!!” And they move around the house little more to hide and the video ends.
  23. #### This is a Stardew Valley fanfic about our desperate farmer playing Journey of the Prairie King at Abigail's house. Depiction of locations, characters or other may not be 100% lore accurate, as the story's priority is omorashi. ConcernedApe is the creator of Stardew Valley and holds the rights to all characters and locations in this story, but please God don't tell him about this. #### Across the newly repaired bridge laid the quarry: an open space crowded with old - though unremarkable - common trees and rocks. The farmer, impractically dressed for mining in a purple t-shirt, snug cyan leggings, a straw hat and salvaged hiking boots, was there to mine her share of easy copper and iron before the fall season turned to winter. By then, it was around 10AM in the morning, and the farmer wanted to work quickly in order to wrap up before she spent quality time with her friend Abigail around 6PM. Yet, after breaking down a boulder near the bridge-edge of the quarry, her disposition changed at the sight of a hollowed cave entrance. Slowly, she walked in, identifying the only two objects of note: a ladder, and the crooked sign next to it that held a drawing of a human skull. The mystery of this entrance - sealed off for what must have been half a decade - captivated the farmer and held her tight. Quickly, she took off her backpack and looked for confirmation: two life elixirs, her sword, a Joja-Cola, and, most of all, tons of empty space for treasures. It was everything she needed for the adventure - assuming the difficulty was comparable to the mines she knew. Putting the day on hold, she slid down the ladder with a big smile down her face. The next 7 hours were a trainwreck. The mines were littered with rocks devoid of ore, rooms unbroken by ladders and which twisted in on themselves to lead back toward the exit. She knew there was something of significance in this cavern - it called out to her, but she felt that voice drifting farther away with each misstep. As time passed, the farmer was nearing exhaustion, and, worst of all, the warning sign by the ladder was literal. Droves of disembodied skeleton heads would careen at her, knocking her to the ground in a surprising display of force even harder than monsters at mine-level 110. She was able to stay conscious, barely, by resorting to holding a sword in her dominant hand and a life elixir to sip on in the other. The two life elixir bottles were huge, resembling flower vases, easily holding almost a liter each, but it proved not to buy enough time for the farmer to find what she was yearning for. Honestly, after drinking everything from those bottles, she just felt icky. It was clear it was time to stop and try again another time. Sluggishly, she climbed back up the ladder and was met with the refreshing air of evening fall, and she sat for a moment to calm herself, sat beside her bag full of rocks, rice, and whatever void essence actually was. Glancing back a second time at the dimmed sky, her body stiffened - it was 6:20PM! The farmer was late for Abigail! Tensed, the farmer rummaged through her bag of rocks for the dented Joja-Cola, and she downed it for the added energy rush. If she sprinted, she could make it there in twenty minutes: across the bridge, down the mountain, past the community center, and into Pierre’s. That was the plan anyway, but the farmer’s body felt oversaturated - like all of her cells were too big and pudgy. Three seconds of a sprint turned into a soft walk, and it finally dawned on her how much she overdid it in that new mine. She finally took a long look at herself in the water: a couple small tears on her leggings and shirt, slightly showcasing her black bra, some pieces of bone stuck all over, she didn’t have her hat anymore, and her hair was a mess. The most surprising thing she noticed though, brought attention to by a small tingle between her legs, was a noticeable bulge pushing from her stomach. Inspecting it, a small pulse shot through her. The farmer hadn’t gone to the bathroom all day since waking up, and now she had almost 2L of elixir fluid - an unreasonable capacity - ready to fill her big bladder to the brink at a moment’s notice. How it hadn’t already all deposited in her bladder was a mystery, but it must have been secretly building and building as she was distracted. However it happened, her body was now a water balloon. The farmer hurriedly picked up the pace towards Abigail’s, dusting her clothes free of bone, gripping her shirt inconspicuously to hide her bulge, and now in a race to use Abigail’s bathroom before the true desperation hit her. When she arrived at Pierre’s, it was 7PM, and the urge in her bladder had increased such that she could feel her bladder taking up valuable space in her abdomen. She wasn’t squirming, but it wouldn’t take much longer until she was. Luckily, Pierre wasn’t at the store desk, nor was he checking the stock, meaning the farmer could pass on by to Abigail’s room and give it a shaky knock that was a little too revealing of her predicament. Abigail opened the door and reacted to the farmer with initial surprise, before switching to a look of slight disappointment as she took the farmer’s hand to guide them inside. “The plans were six, not seven. I’ve been waiting for you for an hour now - I thought you’d even arrive early or something,” Abigail lectured, sitting both of them on the floor cushions in front of the television and turning on the console. The farmer bowed her head in embarrassment, and Abigail’s expression softened in return. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Where have you been, anyway? You look like you got mauled by a bear.” She didn’t want to talk about it, so she just shrugged her shoulders haplessly, losing the weight from her back. Yet, she still wanted to use the bathroom, so she motioned toward the door and rubbed her legs together to signify the need, to which she was abruptly cut off by a hand grabbing her wrist. “Nuh uh,” Abigail teased, “we’re starting now. I want one good game of Prairie King and THEN you can go. No excuses, I can’t wait any longer for you.” The farmer’s heart skipped a beat; the blatant denial turning her face red. Her lower body tensed at Abigail’s request, but her mind was conflicted, racing. Sure, she was late by an hour, so it only made sense that she try to make it up to Abigail. Though, can she really just do that? Make her hold it? Abigail was already starting the game, handing her the controller. The farmer hesitated, but a nudge and a giddy look from Abigail made her good-naturedness win out over her poor, rapidly filling bladder. “Besides,” Abigail giggled, “I don’t actually expect us to get that far on our first attempt. You’ll be free in no time.” --- As the first few levels went on, the farmer felt herself cross an important bladder milestone: she was starting to squirm around on her floor cushion. The bulge on her stomach was dropping as more liquid funneled into her bladder, and the act of diverting her attention onto the game was making it difficult to prevent the physical tells. Despite this, the farmer was still great at Prairie King - better than an empty-bladdered Abigail. The farmer had been practicing for this exact type of moment using the tavern’s arcade copy since last time, and, to her delight, Abigail was impressed. While Abigail lost 1 of her 3 lives, she lost none of hers. “Woah, you’re doing a good job! We could make it to the end if you keep playing like that!” The farmer perked up at the compliment, a smile hard to hide on her face. Although her bladder was getting hard to manage, the encouragement helped her hold back her squirms for a moment, closing her legs around the floor cushion like a prank can of baked beans. In the game, there are three major bosses, and the farmer and Abigail had just made it to the first. The farmer was doing most of the heavy lifting, but Abigail got some good shots in and pointed out each one afterward. The farmer was starting to quietly scissor her cushion now, her bladder seeing the long post-boss transition scene as something that could’ve been used to stop her bladder from throbbing. Instead, the farmer kept her mouth shut as Abigail celebrated, even as her need to pee had increased substantially since a few minutes ago. If a few minutes ago was a 5/10, now it was a 7/10 and rising fast. The farmer inched a hand off her controller and toward her crotch. “H-hey, hands on the controller - the level’s starting!” Abigail interjected. Snapping her hand back to the controller, the farmer continued to play, sweat dripping down her shoulders, her stomach bulge dropping further. The next few levels were difficult. Abigail hadn’t seen these enemies before, and, even with the extra lives she accumulated, her lives counter was dropping fast. The farmer was still working toward a deathless victory, but a sudden wave of desperation pushing her to an 8/10 made her body seize up and lose a life of her own. It was clear the farmer was getting to the end of her rope, but Abigail was in denial. “You don’t have to go that bad - you can do this, okay?” Abigail said through gritted teeth, eyes glued to the screen while trying not to lose her final life. The repeated denial made her bladder twinge. Her bladder feeling as large as a melon, she desperately shimmied to sit on her heel, and she made her first audible dull moan as the added pressure made contact against her urethra. The second boss of three, another milestone: The farmer couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Her shallow breathing was periodically interrupted by gasps and whimpers from what came close to leaks, and she more than anything wanted to drop the controller and jam both hands between her legs. She could get to the end of the game - she knew she could, but she needed more force against her crotch to prevent what must’ve been a throbbing liter and a half of angry pee from bursting out of her bladder that hadn’t had release since this morning. Although it felt like a blur, the boss had died, and the farmer’s whole body shook. Abigail hate-celebrated at the television, but froze up when she turned to see the farmer’s sorry state. “You … really do need to go, huh?” Abigail spoke, taking in how, behind the farmers arms, her leggings bulged outward and the clear outline of her bladder was visible through the fabric. Abigail saw the pleading look in her eyes, accented by the soundboard of noises she’d never heard her make before. It had only been less than 20 minutes since they started the game, and the farmer had already grown so knotted that it was likely her bladder would reach it’s limit before the game ended. She must’ve been holding for so long, and yet this version of the game didn’t come with a pause button. She hadn’t even seen her play this good before - what if it was the farmer’s full bladder that made her especially good this time? They were so close, but Abigail couldn’t stall long enough for her to relieve herself. “I …” Abigail started, “I’m sorry.” The farmer’s eyes widened. “… but I need to reach the end.” The third zone was starting, and Abigail moved toward the shaken farmer and sat behind her. Abigail slipped her hands gently between the farmer’s trembling legs, past her firm bladder bulge, and the legs closed around them. “Keep playing,” Abigail whispered. “You can do this. Please.” The farmer choked on her own saliva, water welling in her eyes, her muscles exhausted, but reassured by Abigail’s careful hands. They had never been this intimate with each other before, certainly not over a video game, but it was hard to enjoy it when she felt the last of the 2L nestle into her bladder. The pressure was too strong, and her hips started to flail, causing her to uncontrollably grind against Abigail’s tight grip. Abigail leaned close, keeping the farmer in one spot, now talking less words of encouragement and more demands. “Hold it. You can hold it. Don’t let go. Not yet,” Abigail ordered. As she approached the final boss, her noises got louder, spasms racking her body with each button press, almost as if her character and her bladder were in sync. Trying to navigate the final boss with tears flowing down her cheeks, she felt her first leak fight through Abigail’s hands. “No! Nonononono, don’t do that again! You’re almost there!” Abigail pleaded, rubbing the farmer’s crotch in a last ditch effort. Bullets were flying everywhere, her bladder was the fullest it had ever been, and she had almost beaten the game, but the thing that took her attention the most was that little wet spot between her thighs. A wet spot that proves to the rest of the bladder that there’s a way out. A wet spot that convinces you it’s going to rain forever. A wet spot so vividly warm that you feel your whole body be engulfed in flames. Abigail cheered, relaxing her hands around the farmer’s crotch at the sight of the final boss defeated. The farmer didn’t even notice that they had done it yet, her eyes distant, mind consumed with need. Abigail then said something she didn’t hear. It was over for her. The damage appeared in seconds, completely soaking the front and back of her leggings, and even the front of her shirt. Her boots were now cups. Her stream shook her trembling body, tipping her forward, her elbows on the floor. The farmer had no thoughts left, only consumed by the ache and the feeling of letting everything go, like how a muddy sidewalk must feel when being power-washed. Eyes closed, she sighed like she was singing a beautiful song. The pain was subsiding, but what she felt wasn’t exactly relaxation either. Just pure exhaustion without conflict. Then, an overwhelming sense of shame. Abigail, hands and knees drenched, looked blankly between the compromised farmer and her own feet, standing closer to the door than the television. She waited until the stream died down before saying anything, which took a while. Even then, she was stumbling over her words. She moved to try and comfort the farmer, but the farmer motioned her away. “K-Katy, I’m so… I-I should’ve… I didn’t…” Abigail tried to explain. Why did this game mean so much to her? That she’d sacrifice her friend to win it? The farmer, Katy, buried her face in the few dry parts of her arms. They both stayed silent for a bit. “I want to go home,” Katy choked, trying to get up off the ground on legs that could hardly support her. “… okay,” Abigail responded. Abigail handed Katy a towel from the unoccupied bathroom, some of her clothes, some new boots, and left the room so Katy could get changed while Abigail searched for a mop. After some time, Abigail paused in front of the door and slowly knocked in an uneven rhythm, and Katy, with her backpack on, opened it slightly ajar to look at her before letting her in. “Katy, I’m so sorry-“ Abigail started. Katy raised a hand up, staring into Abigail’s eyes one more time, and then she left Pierre’s without looking back. It was now 7:40PM, maybe enough time to go home and unwind with the cat after a stressful day. END
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