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  1. Some clarification before we get into the actual story: Frisk is female in this because it's easier for me to write. Frisk will still be referred to with they/them pronouns. This story relies heavily on the narra-chara theory, or that Chara is the narrator of undertale and follows you around. There's some charisk esque stuff in this, as of currently, no actual direct things. This is subject to change because I like writing romance. Chara and Frisk are aged up to 19 and 20 respectively. Some touchy subject will likely be covered, such as: suicide, self harm, abuse. --- Chapter 1: THE FALL Frisk awoke with a start, and began surveying their surroundings. A million questions began circling through their head as they looked around the room they had awoken in. It looked to be a large cave, with sunlight beaming down from a large opening in the ceiling. There was one exit to the room, a winding corridor in front of them. They looked beneath themself to see a large bed of golden flowers. They stepped away from their temporary flower-bed and inspected the ground where they had been sleeping. Aside from the very obvious Frisk-shaped imprint on the ground, they noticed something very particular. A patch of raised dirt. They had fallen on a grave. This realization left Frisk a bit uneasy, like they were being watched. They quickly continued down the corridor. They emerged into another room, this one not quite as large. In the middle of a room was a small patch of grass with a single golden flower resting in the center. "strange," Frisk thought to themself "these things usually grow like crazy." their thoughts were interrupted by the flower suddenly sprouting up a smile. "Woah!" Frisk cried out as they jumped back. "Well, hello." They said rather politely as they regained their composure. "Howdy!" The flower said in a grating sing-song voice. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" "Very creative." Frisk said under their breath "Yeah, like you could do better." Flowey snapped back. "As a matter of fact I could, Dandy." Frisk retorted. "Ok, let's just cut to the chase." Flowey smiled once more, this time a bit twisted. "DIE." Seed-like bullets began to surround frisk, almost reaching them and then... They disappeared? Flowey looked confused and angry, before getting hit from behind with a fireball, and running away. "Hello, my child. Are you hurt?" A goat lady stepped out from the shadows to greet the human. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth. Here, allow me to guide you through the ruins." And the goat did just that. Frisk followed closely behind, as not to get lost on the straight and very clear path forward. On the way they learned this goats name was Toriel. This continued until the two reached a long room with a door at the far end. "This, my child, is your final test." Toriel said grimly. "Make it to the end of this room... Without my help!" At this, Frisk feigned a shocked gasp, and put their hand over their mouth. "I am sorry for this." Toriel whispered before she ran down the hall and hid behind a pillar. It had been a bit since Frisk had some time to think, so they took the long walk down the hall to do so. They thought about how they had survived their fall, what the rest of the monsters would be like, and finally, they noticed they had to pee. Bad. Of course. Of course they didn't use the restroom before leaving the house, they didn't exactly expect to live long enough for that to be and issue. They were just supposed to climb the mountain and disappear, but no. Life just had to throw one more punch and make them wet themselves in an underground labyrinth inhabited by monsters who probably wanted to kill them. By the end of their thinking, they had reached the end of the corridor. Toriel walked out from the behind the last pillar and gave a small speech about how proud she was. "Well, Toriel DID say she'd had other humans down here before..." Frisk thought hopefully "Maybe she has a bathroom?" "Hey Toriel?" Frisk began "Yes, my child?" Toriel listened "Does there happen to be a bathroom anywhere in this place?" Frisk asked with a small amount of strain in their voice. "Ah, yes." Toriel answered. "There is one at home." "Thank go- great!" Frisk said, relieved. "However, is your need urgent?" Toriel questioned "I need to run some errands, I should only be gone for 5 minutes." Frisk took a moment to reassess their need, and against their better judgement they said "yeah, I can wait." "Alright, well stay here." Toriel said as she sped off. Frisk waited a few seconds until they were sure Toriel was gone, and left the room. They were immediately drawn to a small pile of leaves, and decided to sit in them and think a bit more. "Playfully crinkling through the leaves fill you with DETERMINATION." They heard a voice behind them. "Who's there!?" They spun around only to see a floating, see-through human, about their age. "Just me." The human-ghost-thing said. "The names chara."
  2. Hi Omo lovers! This was a totally new type of commission given to me by one of my patrons - to write a story in 2nd POV. I had a blast writing it. Unlike my traditional style of extreme desperation this one is a realistic scenario of a 20 year old college girl. Check it out and please , please let me know your thoughts in the comments. Chapter 1: You hurry to the bathroom, thinking, "Why am I always bursting every morning?" You waddle towards the bathroom, feeling the pressure building up inside you. You quickly sit down on the toilet, feeling a huge relief as you finally release the pent-up pee. You breathe a sigh of relief as the ungodly pressure rapidly subsides in your belly. A strong 40-second pee later, you get ready for college. Being in a government college means typical old-school uniforms. However, you want to wear something new today. You smile to yourself as you put on a fresh shirt and a tight little thong and super short skirt. You feel excited and confident in your new outfit. You rush downstairs where your mother has made you some nice breakfast and a fruit smoothie, in a bowl similar to a fish tank. "Mom! That's too much to drink," you complain. "It's good for your health, sweetie," your mother gently nudges you to drink it. You reluctantly chug it down and rush to the nearby metro station, with your shoes half-tied. Right in front of your eyes, your daily metro disappears under the tunnel. You kick the air in annoyance. Thankfully, the next one arrives just five minutes later. Once you step inside, your bladder sends the first pangs. "Shit! I need to pee, already." You glance around to check if anyone is watching you. When you are sure, you sneakily adjust your miniskirt to get more comfortable. “Pheeeewww!” You sigh in relief. However, it is just the beginning. "Hey! Everything OK? I always see you in class at 8:00 am," Sophie, your-friend-cum-crush texts you. She knows that you like to start your day early and reach college on time. But today, things are going south-hill. Just 15 minutes into the ride, the metro comes to a screeching halt under the dark tunnel. There's an uproar in the coach. Your heart starts to beat faster and all of a sudden your bladder seems fuller. Within a second your desperation has reached new heights. You tightly cross your legs and knead your thighs to comfort yourself. Soon the driver makes an announcement, "There's a technical fault. Please do not panic. We will resume the journey in a few minutes." You nervously tap your foot while looking around. "Will be there soon. Stuck in metro," you reply to Sophie. As you wait, you notice the clock and curse yourself for sipping half of the water bottle earlier and the cursed smoothie. Another 20 minutes later, the metro lugs forward. You almost fall down. The metro crawls to the station. "C'mon. C'mon," you push through the crowd towards the exit. Beads of sweat form on your eyebrows. As soon as the door opens, you sprint towards the bathroom. "Girl, can't you see the notice?" the janitor yells at you. "It's being cleaned. Come back later." "It's kinda urgent. I'll just take two minutes," you plead, but the janitor shoos you away. Chapter 2: You hurriedly step out of the metro station and briskly walk towards the college. You can feel your bladder getting strained inside your underwear. After a 10-minute walk, you finally reach the college. 8:29 AM - the clock shows. You walk right past the door of the women's restroom, but you have no time. A minute later, and you'd be marked as 'Absent.' Thus, you take a deep breath and enter the assembly at 8:30 AM. As the usual affairs continue, Sophie comes and stands right behind you. "Hey, you okay?" she whispers lest the teachers catch you talking. "I'm not okay," you want to say but all you can do is nod back, turning your head slightly to the back. It would be mortifying if she comes to know about your situation. You subtly pull the hem of your skirt lower, trying to get comfortable. To the unversed, you're looking towards the dais, but your mind is battling the rising pressure. One after another, critical announcements happen since it's the first ever assembly of the new academic year, but you only pick up fragments of it. You cross your legs, trying to ease the discomfort. Every time you think that the announcement will be over, something new comes up. First, it's about schedules, then new teachers, then felicitations of the toppers and new infrastructure. It just keeps going. "Fuck! When is this going to end?" you curse under your breath. "You're acting like a school kid who has to pee. Just chill," Sophie teases you, noticing your fidgeting. After the half-hour assembly, you all get to the classroom. You've never been happier in your life to sit in the chair. You sigh, drooping your shoulders low. The long-fought strain finally subsides. As the lecture progresses, you grow slower. "I can't keep up with the teacher, she's so fast," anxiety creeps in your mind. You capture the notes but every time you change your position, your bladder makes its presence felt. That sharp stinging pressure right at the tip of your pee hole. Just then, you hear the sound of a slam. It's your friend, her mouth is full of water she just chugged from her bottle. She has to cover her mouth with her palm to avoid spilling it out. When she catches your eye, she winks at you. "What are you doing, Sophie?" you overhear Gracy say, whose eyes are glued to your friend. “Chill! I just want to see how long can I hold my pee!” Sophie giggled. “I so envy Sophie. I wish I had a bladder like hers.” Your mind races with thoughts just before another wave hits you hard. “Just one more hour for the lecture to end and then I will go. . .” Little do you know what’s in store for you. In the second lecture, your teacher takes the class to the science lab. It is a room full of weird-looking machines and walls covered with engineering drawings rather than wallpaper. "Today we are going to study Bernoulli’s principle," the teacher announced as she led them to the apparatus. You squirm in your place merely looking at the two large tanks of water, a maze of tubes connected to each other, and a pump humming like a demon. You shift anxiously as the teacher begins her explanation. The more she speaks about fluid dynamics, the more your own fluid dynamics become a pressing concern. You glance longingly at the door, calculating how quickly you can make your escape without drawing attention to yourself. To top it off, the teacher keeps using the words, "Flow", "Water", "Flood", and what not. Each word hits your bladder like a punch. Soon the teacher starts the experiment and presses a few buttons. The pump suddenly grows louder and the sound of rushing water through the tubes makes your bladder twinge. You cross your legs tightly, hoping to contain the impending disaster. But every splash and gurgle from the tanks keeps pushing the pee closer to your pee hole. Then comes the moment you've been dreading – the teacher calls for a volunteer to assist with the experiment. You pray silently for someone else to raise their hand, but the room remains eerily quiet. Sophie is now fully aware of your predicament. With a mischievous grin, she grabs your arm and raises it. "What the hell, Sophie?" you pull your arm down, but it's too late. The teacher, oblivious to your plight, beckons you forward. "Excellent! Come on up, you." You approach the apparatus with a forced smile, trying to ignore the frantic signals your bladder is sending. But as you reach out to adjust one of the valves, a sudden surge of water through the tubes causes you to jump back in alarm. "Careful there, you!" the teacher exclaims, giving you a puzzled look. You nod your head, your miniskirt fluttering slightly as you move. The entire class sees the veins on your forehead bulging out. "She will piss herself at this rate," Gracy whispers to Sophie, whose eyes are glued to the fidgety you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fight to maintain your composure. You push yourself to focus on the experiment. A strong dull ache makes you arch forward. You stand with stiff legs, your thighs pressed together, and your skirt riding up slightly. You lean forward, moving your body as little as you can. The waistband of your underwear is cutting into your skin, unknown to all. You can hear the water gushing and dropping through the tubes. Your concentration wanes, replaced by a single, all-consuming thought: you need to pee, and you need to pee now. From the corner of your eyes, you keep watching the clock. "What's wrong with the clock? I checked an hour ago and still only 10 minutes have passed!" you curse. As the experiment continues, your desperation reaches new heights. Your bladder starts spasming. Every few seconds, it sends a strong wave surging down your pelvis. You move behind the apparatus where nobody can see your hand and shove it between your legs, trying to apply pressure to alleviate the pressure. “Focus! Focus!” You keep talking to yourself to focus on the experiment. A strong dull ache makes you arch forward. You stand with stiff legs, your thighs pressed together, and your skirt riding up slightly. You lean forward, moving your body as little as you can. All your mind is echoing with a single, all-consuming thought: you need to pee, and you need to pee now. Half an hour later, the teacher wraps up the experiment. "Well done, girl" she exclaims, oblivious to the silent struggle taking place right in front of her. "Now, would you please summarize to the class what we learned today?" You mind is a blur as you stand there, shaking, and squirming under the tremendous pressure. "Um, we learned about Bernoulli's principle," you manage to stammer out, your voice strained with the effort of holding back the inevitable. The teacher nods approvingly, unaware of the battle raging within you. "That's right! And what is Bernoulli's principle?" she prompts, turning her attention to the rest of the class. You struggle to recall the lesson through the haze of discomfort. "It's, uh, it's about... the relationship between... fluid velocity and pressure," you gasp out, your words punctuated by a sharp twinge from your bladder. The teacher smiles, pleased with your response. "Exactly! Bernoulli's principle states that as the velocity of a fluid increases, the pressure exerted by that fluid decreases. Well done, class!" But you're not listening. You shift uncomfortably, your skirt riding up slightly as you squirm. Your shirt clings to your sweaty skin, making you feel even more anxious. With every passing second, you're losing your capacity to fight. Your bladder feels like a ticking time bomb. As the clock crawls by, you begin to writhe in agony. Your bladder screams in protest. It's a weird, uncomfortable feeling inside you, slowly building up pressure. The air in the classroom seems to thicken, heavy with the stench of stale air and stagnant sweat. Your eyes feel dry, and your skin clammy with the effort of holding it together. Your thighs, once a comfortable perch, now keep squeezing your legs. You glance desperately at the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster so you can make your escape. But the teacher keeps ranting. Your body is drenched in sweat now, and the pressure is making your toes curl. You shift from foot to foot, your entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the inevitable. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you interrupt the teacher mid-sentence. "Ma’am. . .uh, I need to go to the bathroom," you blurt out, your voice strained with desperation. The teacher blinks in surprise, finally registering your distress. "Just two more minutes. We are wrapping up the session," she says. "Just a little more... Just a little more... " You keep pushing yourself. Finally, the lecture comes to an end. Just like the other students, you waddle away from the apparatus and inch towards the door. "Hurry the fuck up!" You scream in your mind as the herd of students takes forever to get out. You crane your neck to see how many more students are in front of you. A couple of minutes later, as you are about to step out of the door, you hear someone call your name. Your stomach churns with fear. As you slowly turn around, you see Sophie waving to you. Chapter 3: I am sorry. It was just a prank. A fake pout is pasted on her plump lips. You gulp down your throat as you scan the silhouette of her top-heavy curvy figure. The feeling of butterflies replaces the feeling of the dull ache in your bladder. You squeeze your legs tighter and pull your skirt down, feeling a bit self-conscious about the short hemline. You're wearing a fitted shirt that accentuates your curves, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you take in Sophie's playful demeanour. "It's... It's fine, really." Though you are angry with her, you find yourself smiling as if nothing had happened. Despite the ache, you straighten yourself and walk back to her. You anxiously shift your weight from one foot to the other, nodding and smiling to Sophie's banter. From the corner of your eyes, you watch the clock leap the minutes. 10:30 turns to 10:45 to 10:55. You feel heat behind your ears. You are about to interrupt Sophie, when Gracy enters the classroom. "Sophie – what are you doing? You didn't GO?" Gracy asks. "You finished an entire litre." "NO MOM!" Sophie mocks her, "I am in control! I and she can hold it." She playfully nudges you. "Can't you?" You suck it up, "Yes, yes. It was just a sudden wave back then." You don't want to come across as a weakling in front of Sophie. For the remainder of the 5 minutes, you steel yourself to clench and squeeze. You try to distract yourself by fantasizing about her, but the pressure in your bladder is threatening to explode, and you are getting increasingly uncomfortable. "Why the hell did I do that!" You curse yourself as a drop leaks out of your underwear. Soon you are all back in the classroom. With mixed feelings of arousal and desperation, you take your seat next to Sophie. You can't stop staring at her milky thighs disappearing under her short skirt. Her casual demeanour is replaced with tightly crossed legs and slight bouncing. "Looks like I am not the only one who needs to pee," you console yourself. After a while, you hear your name being called out, "Hey you! Why don't you come on the dais and explain the concept of angular momentum to all of us instead of Sophie alone." A chill goes down your spine. The teacher spotted you being inattentive. "GO TO THE DAIS!", Sophie mouths to you, hiding her face. "I am so sorry Ma'am. I will pay attention now." You plead, only to be turned down again. You reluctantly go to the dais, clenching your muscles with all the power you can muster. The teacher asks you to hold a heavy steel rim and makes you sit on a rotating chair. All eyes are on you now. Sweat glistens on your forehead. Your throat dries up. Your cross your legs tightly fearing the few more drops of pee sitting at the tip. Holding the rim straight is taking too much energy away. "Don't cross your legs, Reader. Sit straight," the teacher instructs sternly. You uncross your legs, giving the entire class an eyeful of your white undies. You squeeze your thighs press together and starts rotating the steel rim. A minute later, she asks you to extend your arm and gently pushes the chair. The next moment, you find yourself rotating on the chair with varying speeds as the teacher keeps bombarding you with angles and instructions. You are shaking now. After half an hour of enduring the spinning torture, your sphincter can't bear it any longer. A warm jet of pee shoots into your tight underwear. Sensing the sudden warmth between your legs, you spring up and boom! You come crashing down from the chair and the heavy steel rim lands right on top of your bladder. You yelp in pain and hands immediately fly down to your crotch. The skirt does little to hide your goodies underneath. And your white underwear now bears a small pee stain. The entire class bursts into laughter, including Sophie. Your face is red as a tomato and bladder boiling like a lava. You walk down to your chair with your head hung low, pulling you skirt tightly to prevent anyone from taking a peek. As soon as you sit, you cross your legs as tightly as you can, trying to stem the flow. "Pssst! Hey, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Gracy whispers to you. "I am f-fine," you manage to squeak, not wanting to attract more ire from the teacher. As the clock crawls by, your body begins to writhe in agony. Your bladder screams in protest. It's a weird blob-like feeling inside your pelvis slowly inching towards the pee hole. The air in the classroom seems to thicken, heavy with the stench of stale air and stagnant sweat. Your eyes feel dry, and your skin is clammy with the effort of holding it together. Your thighs, once a comfortable perch, now keep squeezing your legs. Even the slightest twitch of your labia makes you shudder. The wetness of your underwear is getting colder by the minute, adding to your irritation. The clock's slow tick-tock seems to slow down every time you look at it. The teacher's words, grow louder. It is a harsh reminder that you are trapped, stuck in the vicious cycle of desperation. During the last 10 minutes, you just keep your head down on the table. Your grip on your thighs tightens, your fingers white-knuckled with tension. Your legs furiously bob up and down. Nothing else matters to you. After a long treacherous wait, the bell finally rings, and within a split-second, you spring up from your seat. Your eyes scan the room for the quickest path to the door, but to your utter dismay, the teacher stands firm, a stone-faced bitch, blocking your escape. "Sit down, Reader," the teacher growls, "You've caused enough disturbance today. I need to complete this section." "Can I please go to the bathroom?" you plead, eyes brimming with tears. "That would be a no!" the teacher shushes you. "Looks like you're gonna pop, Reader," Sophie teases. "I suppose you wouldn't want to hear the sound of..." She starts shaking her water bottle. You shut your eyes tight and turn your head the other way. "STOP IT, Sophie! Don't make fun of her," Gracy pulls Sophie's arm. "What! Can't I have a little fun?" Sophie rolls her eyes. "I've barely finished my bottle and I'm not even squirming." "Shut up, Sophie!" Gracy silences her. Chapter 4: Your bladder is burning from within. The entire recess is eaten away by the teacher, and now Evelyn, the middle-aged teacher who looks more like she's in her twenties, is already on the door. She commands absolute authority over the students. Had it been any other day, you would have feasted your eyes on her, but today you're battling the formidable force inside your bladder. As Evelyn comes in the class, you rise along with the others, but you can only curtsy in your place, your skirt crumpled between your legs. Another spurt escapes into your underwear, forming a tiny dot on your shirt. You swiftly adjust your skirt, trying to hide the stain. "Just ask her for a bathroom break! Don’t be scared!" Gracy tries to encourage you. However, you can't even open your mouth. Evelyn catches your tensed body language. From her position, it's easy to see every single detail - your jaws clenched, eyes bulging out, forearms shining due to sweat. Right next to you is Sophie, who too is fanning her legs. Though she looks much calmer than you. "Gosh! I have two people to play with. Is it my birthday today?" She bites her lips greedily. The fullness in her own bladder is adding to her arousal. She pulls out the remote of the Air conditioning and drops the temperature to 20° Celsius. The look on your face is priceless. Goosebumps appear all over your body, and you immediately start rocking back and forth. But the game has just begun. Evelyn comes up with another idea. She announces to the class that she'll take a surprise test. The whole class starts murmuring. The displeasure is clear, but she won't let this chance go. She quickly projects 50 mathematics questions on the board and gives you 30 minutes to solve. The class goes silent except you. Sweat drips from your forehead onto the paper. Your hands shove between your legs shamelessly. Your groans and restlessness drive Evelyn crazy. "Are you ok?" She asks, feigning concern. "Here, have some water. You look so flustered." She hands over a tall glass of water to you. "I – I need to p... " "I know you need to perform. So, drink this and focus." She almost shoves the glass to your lips. You can't even oppose for the fear of getting scolded or worse, lose your load. Evelyn lustfully watches you drink till the last drop of water is gone. You are shaking now. Your fists are tightly closed and on the table. You can distinctly feel the cool of the water making its way through your chest and then to your bladder. Another jet of piss erupts from your body. You gasp for air. You crumple the answer sheet between your fingers. Sophie and Gracy look at you fight with all your powers, impressed at your determination. Half an hour later, Evelyn rings the buzzer. You are in fits now, curled up in your seat. "Hey! Use my bathroom pass and run," Gracy throws your pass to you. You feebly raise your hand. "M-Ma'am, can I please go to the b-bathroom? It's . . .it's really urgent!" Tears roll down your cheeks. "You know the rules of the class, Reader. No bathroom breaks. You are an adult now." "P-please Ma'am. I can't." You are at the end of your tether. "You must hold it!" Evelyn slams the remote on her table. That is the moment. You. Are. Done. You cry out in despair as you grab your crotch for dear life. Your nails dig into your thighs, but nothing can stop the fury of your bladder. The coin-sized spot grows rapidly, and steaming drops turn into a full-fledged stream. Everyone can hear the hissing sound under your miniskirt. The light grey of your shirt turns dark, running down your legs. Your pent-up pee splatters on your chair and then onto the floor. The yellow steaming puddle grows rapidly under the chair, spreading in all directions. The class goes into an uproar. A few students seated behind giggle shamelessly. While the others who too need to pee sympathize with you. There are a few who even grab themselves to prevent meeting a fate like yours. Gracy snatches away the mobile phones of the bullies who try to record the scene. Some students cover their noses and the ones around you move away from their chairs as the puddle approaches their feet. Sophie's control is slipping rapidly. The sheer volume gurgling through your tightly grabbed legs makes her bladder scream for relief. For the first time since last night, her seal breaks. A warm jet of piss escapes in her thong. She knows an accident is imminent. Without wasting a second, she sprints out. No one notices that she too has started leaking. A trail of pee runs down her legs and on the floor as she makes her way towards the ladies' bathroom. Evelyn can't believe her eyes. She drools through her red lips. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears. Her undies get moist from inside. She fumbles on to her chair, hands gripping the edges of her table. She fights her inner demons to stop fondling herself in the middle of the class. Bringing herself out of her lustful trance, she yells aloud, "Class dismissed!" You are now seated in your puddled chair, sobbing. Rivulets of tears run down from your eyes. Your hair clings to your sweaty face. The only good thing about it is the feeling of an empty bladder. The dull ache in your bladder is gone. Your miniskirt feels more comfortable, ignoring the drench. "I – I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would... " Evelyn apologizes with a hesitated voice. "Please don't tell this to anyone. I, I might lose my job." Without saying a word, you stand up and leave the class. Your shoes squelch. The fabric of your miniskirt clings to your legs. Your groin and thighs feel cold. You hang your head low and simply walk towards the nurse's room. "God, please! Don't let anyone see me! Please... Please... Please..." Chapter 5: After a long, lonely walk across the corridors, you finally reach the secluded nurse's office. You slam the door behind you and burst into tears. You start hitting yourself on your face in despair. But then suddenly, your eyes fall on another girl, looking at you intently. "Don't do that. Don't hurt yourself." She gently smiles and comes to you. The ID card strapped to her shirt mentions her name as Stacy. She is in the first year of graduation. You scan her from head to toe. She blushes as she feels your gaze. Her skirt is absolutely drenched, and her socks are stained. The wet spot on her seat indicates that she arrived there just a few minutes ago. "I... I thought no one else would be here, Stacy," you break your silence, trying to hide your tears. "Neither did I expect a 2nd year student to wet herself," Stacy holds your hand and asks you to sit. "How did it happen to you?" You take a deep breath, trying to explain. "I am not supposed to wet like this! I wish I had woken up early. I started my day at 7 and for the first time, I tried that damned glass of fruit smoothie. I should have never taken it. Even before I got on to the train, I was feeling the need to pee. I thought I could go once I reached the college, but no! The train got stuck for half an hour and then the janitor had to clean the bathroom right when I reached the station. No one knows how I managed” I can feel you; Stacy began. “I skipped my morning pee, thinking I could get away with it. But, as I went for a run, my phone ran out of battery. I couldn’t check the time and got late for breakfast. I somehow finished my breakfast, squirming in my seat. I had my swimming classes today. So, to save the time of packing, I put on my swimsuit under my college uniform. By the mid-day break, I was bursting. I hurriedly went to the bathroom only to realize that the swimsuit isn't exactly practical. I mean, it is so tight that I couldn’t slide it to the side. My heart sank as I realized that I fucked up! I COULD NOT PEE! I took a deep breath and returned to the class hoping that somehow I will try to pee in the next break but well, my bladder had other plans. And here I am now, with you.” You continue to talk to Stacy and suddenly someone slams the door of the room open. It’s the nurse. She bolts towards the bathroom. Her bladder is bulging under her tight belt, and you can almost see the balloon-like protrusion. Once the door is locked, the room echoes with a loud moan, "Ohhhhhhh!" What follows is a loud hissing noise of water splattering in the WC. "Damn! She had to go!" Stacy whispers to you. The second hand of the clock makes one complete rotation, and the nurse keeps on peeing. Her stream is as ferocious and groans louder. After another minute, the gusher turns into a trickle and finally stops. Yet the nurse doesn't come out immediately. The wet duo outside can only hear the nurse panting inside the bathroom. "GOSH! I needed that" She talks to herself as she opens the faucet to wash her hands. As you wait, the nurse steps out. Her face, perfectly relaxed. Sweat wiped off. And the bulge on her uniform gone. "Whoa! A fresher and a second year together. You poor kids. You are at nurse Jenny's right now. So don't you worry." She jubilantly throws a towel to both of you and points towards the shower. Stacy goes inside without a second thought as the plump nurse watches. She strips down her shirt and miniskirt. The nurse's eyes widen as she ogles at her curves. Her breasts and hips bulge out of the seams of her swimsuit underneath. Her skin is indented and red with tightness. The fabric snaps to her skin several times as she tried to get rid of it. But before the nurse could really see more, she pulls the curtain, giving you a knowing look. "Do you want to join Stacy?" The nurse winks at you. You feel embarrassed as she caught you. "C'mon, what are you waiting for? Get some warm shower." The nurse urges you to strip. "No. This can't be right." You protest. "Well, I thought you enjoyed the little strip show of Stacy." The nurse comes closer to you. Your heart is throbbing as you stare right into her cleavage. Her heaving chest is just an inch away from your face. She, on the other hand, slowly unbuttons your shirt. By the time you realize, your shirt is dangling on your body. You hurriedly back off. "We are college students. We can't be coaxed to strip just like that.” You yell at her. "Damn straight. College students should not wet themselves either." Jenny commands. "IN THE SHOWER NOW!" You realize it's futile to argue with her and step into the shower. You feel Jenny's gaze dig into your neck. With a red face, you try to pull the curtain, but she stops you. “I need your clothes.” She points at your skirt. You need to give her the clothes to get them cleaned. You nod and slowly remove your clothes. The skirt especially clings to your legs like a second skin. As you pull the fabric, you leave a trace of pee on your legs. She salivates at the sight of your legs. “That must be pinching your butt.” Jenny comments on your tight undies. "What do you mean?" You grab the waistband tightly. “You know what I mean, babe!” Jenny steps into the shower. She pushes you to the wall and smells your neck. You are scared and turned on at the same time. You feel your body responding to her touch. She squeezes her thigh tightly against yours. An electrifying sensation runs down your body. “I. .” You try to say something, but the words won’t come out. “You are so much fun! Meet me after the college.” Jenny bites her lips and pulls the curtain. After a long hot shower, you and Stacy change into the spare school uniform provided by Jenny. She watches you lustfully as you pack your body into a new set of underwear. You seemed to be turned on as well, but you push aside your thoughts and get ready to go back. She spanks you as you step out of the room. With a raging arousal now, you reach the classroom. The huge puddle left by you is mopped away, but your earlier seat still has an imprint of your bottom – totally drenched. "How can a girl pee so much." You overhear one girl talk. The students turn to look at you and whisper among themselves. "This girl peed herself. She must have been high." "She just kept on going." A few girls click your photo and type furiously in their phones. "Gosh! I am so glad the lecture got dismissed. I would have peed myself." Sophie whispers to Gracy as you walk past her. You cautiously avoid looking at anyone and take a seat at the back. "I'm sorry about earlier, I hope you're feeling now." Sophie throws a chit to you. You look at her and gently smile. Soon the next lecture commences, and the day continues like normal... - - - The End - - -
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  4. Hello everyone, I was trying to find a video that I had seen a long time ago (2018/2019 I think), but which I can no longer find I remember it was a road trip, with a man driving, and two girls in the back. The two girls often had to pee, we see them stopping outside several times. I remember that at least one of the two girls was in a skirt. Does anyone know what video this is? Thank you in advance and good day !
  5. Cassie chewed the top of her pen while bouncing her left leg incessantly. The professor was droning on about something… Cassie’s parents were very comfortable. Wanting the best for their daughter, they sent her to a renowned college that used to be a finishing school for fine young ladies. The school still had mandatory classes such as speech, culinary arts, ballroom dance, and of course, Cassie’s least favorite: Etiquette. Cassie’s legs were both bouncing at this point, and she began to nervously tug at her hair. She knew it was no use to ask. Etiquette was right after lunch, and Professor Hayes wasn’t known for being understanding. It was a 2 ½ hour class, and Cassie had at least an hour left. She tried to concentrate. “Psst!” Cassie raised her head. “Are you ok?” asked Cassie’s friend Lara. Cassie just gave her a little shrug and crossed one ankle over the other. It was clear to Lara that Cassie was desperate to piss. She watched Cassie’s body become more still to avoid uncomfortable bladder sloshing. Lara’s eyes lingered on her friend and she felt an intense, anxious heat rise inside her. She’d never looked at anyone with such hunger before. “Pssssssst…” Lara whispered, “I know how you feel. I had to go so bad last week in Daskov’s class. I had sooo much coffee and it went right to my bladder. All my thoughts were about getting to the bathroom and taking a piss, so I could finally stop the stretching, sloshing, clenching--” Shut the fuck up Lara! Cassie thought, but tried to play it cool with a light chuckle. If there’s anyone she didn’t want to upset, it was Lara. They had been friends since childhood. Lara had a little dirt on Cassie, and grew up to have quite the mean streak. Cassie continued to focus on class as Lara taunted her. “Don’t think about it too much, Cass. Don’t focus on the pressure. Don’t give into the waves of desperation. Don't think about how badly you want to let it go." Cassie finally gave in and sat on the heel of her foot. Professor Hayes noticed immediately. “Young lady, do you consider that to be a proper way to sit during class?” she posed. “Um, no, I’m sorry. I just-- I really need to go to the bathroom right now.” “Cassandra you know that I don’t allow--” “Please! Please, it's an emergency!!” Cassie shoved both hands against her crotch and wriggled desperately, to the entire class’s amusement. The professor groaned and told Cassie to come down in front of everyone. Cassie gently waddled and danced to the front of the class. “Class, we have our very own etiquette demonstration today. Cassandra had plenty of time to use the restroom before class, but she chose not to. Most of you will soon find yourselves at tea or dinner with established gentlemen, where you can’t just run off to the potty whenever you have the urge!” Professor Hayes explained. Cassie burned with shame. The humiliation in front of her classmates combined with the constant bladder spasms was really starting to get to her. “Cassandra, will you stop fidgeting? Remember your posture. Stand up straight, graceful, chin up…” Hayes tilted Cassie’s chin up with her ruler. “Now class, take notes…”
  6. This is going to be a series set before/during/after the events of splatoon 3: side order. There will be heavy spoilers. There is going to be a bit of pearlina because it's practically canon at this point. (lesbian ship between characters pearl and marina) and maybe some agent 24 [agent 3(captain) x agent 8(eight)] This takes place within the same au(?) as the other story I made on splatoon with Eight and Cap. Chapter one - a desperate day on tour Pearl woke up on the Off The Hook tour bus. She nestled herself out from under her wife to step out and stretched her arms. As she checked her old squid phone, which she really had to replace soon, she shot up in alarm. Their next concert was in one hour and she wasn't even dressed! She quickly ran to wake her wife Marina and they bolted into the venue. "Holy squit, why didn't I set an alarm!?" Marina scolded herself as the duo ran into the building. "Probably got distracted by that nerd stuff your working on!" Pearl teased "Once you see what- oh whatever!" Marina huffed. The duo got to their dressing room and without wasting a second started getting ready. Pearl threw on her spacesuit jacket - made from real space grade materials - and leggings, while Marina slipped on her bright orange pants and jacket. Some loved their new look, while others hated it. Pearl thought her wife looked beautiful in her orange getup. But there was no time for that, the concert was in thirty minutes! The duo applied their makeup and were ready just in time. Off the Hook walked on stage to a round of applause, audiences waving green and pink glow sticks in the air. They began the concert with their usual banter, trying to give the people the dynamic they all know and love from the idols. They jumped into their debut song, Ebb and Flow, first. It was just then, while singing her first line, that she noticed something. She really had to pee. Within the stressful morning, not only had she not gotten a chance to pee, but there weren't even any bathrooms in the backstage area of the venue. Pearl began to think through her options as they continued their songs. About an hour into the concert, she hadn't come up with any solutions but damn she needed it bad. "Alright, everyone! I think we should take a quick break. We will be back in about 30 minutes. In the meantime, don't get cooked! Stay off the hook!" Pearl yelled as she walked off stage. She pressed a button on her jacket and her mic made a clicking noise, signaling that it was muted. "Hey Pearlie!" Marina caught up to pearl. "Did you happen to see any bathrooms back here?" Pearl could see Marina's calm demeanor slipping. "That's exactly why I called that break, I am about to burst!" Pearl complained at she hopped from foot to foot. "T-to answer your question, I don't think there is. Were gonna have to get creative." "The break room had a couple of pretty big plant pots! The dirt looked really dry so we could probably go in those without fully saturating it!" Marina suggested, panic creeping on the edge of her voice. "That's as good a plan as any right now!" Pearl said as she and her wife bolted to the break room. Pearl practically ripped off her leggings and panties and positioned her crotch over the pot. Marina followed suit, but couldn't make it to the other pot. In a last minute decision she sat on the pot pearl was already using. She has failed to consider that this would put her clit directly in the stream of pearls piss. Marinas gates opened, and she released a jet that could rival the stinger in terms of concentrated power. "H-holy shit, 'Rina you had to go way worse than me!" Pearl exclaimed "I'm honestly impressed, like how strong is your bladder, girl!" "Well back in the Oct- Mmhh!" Marina began to say something, but was cut off by moan. "Holy shit Pearl, I think im- AHH!" Pearl stared at her wife as green ink shot all over the dirt in the pot, covering the whole dirt area. Marina has just inked. Marina had inked because pearl had peed on her pussy. Pearl didn't know what to think, but she knew what she felt. "Hey, Marina... I'm like super horny right now and I don't know why." Pearl admitted, voice completely absent of shame. She figured someone who had just had an octogasm from being peed on would be in no place to judge. "Oh! Uh, ok!" Marina blushed and looked down at the floor. "Well maybe we should experiment with this after the tour?" She shyly suggested. "Uh, yeah!" Pearls face went red "good idea."
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  9. Contains spoilers for like every splatoon thing so far. Side order spoilers are only minor - talking about cleared the thing. This is just a quick one shot with captain 3 and agent 8 from splatoon. --- Eight was beyond excited. Since the day agent three had told her of her time in alterna, she had longed to visit the underground metropolis. She and her girlfriend, the captain of the new squidbeak splatoon, had planned to go a few months ago, but her souls temporary residence in the memverse had made that difficult. Even after her soul was returned, it still took a good month of rehabilitation to get her body working the way it was supposed to. But now, she was ready. "Hey, eight!" The captain called out from near the door. "It's time to get going!" Eight quickly threw on her octarian issued armor, snatched her n-zap off the wall, and raced after the captain. "Someone's excited!" The captain laughed as eight almost rammed into her. Eight happily nodded, too excited to speak. Yet, she felt a little like she had forgotten something... Eh, if she forgot, it wasn't important. The two approached the mysterious kettle, and after a deep breath in, entered Alterna. Eight saw a familiar infinite sky stretching out before her, and began to tense up. She didn't have many memories from her time in the octarian army, but there were some that would never leave her. Her breath started to quicken, her chest felt tight as the knot her stomach was in. She knew this sky. She then felt 2 gentle arms wrapping around her, and her breathing began to return to normal. "Hey, is this too much for you right now?" The captain whispered gently. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready." "N-no. I'm ready." Eight looked up at the sky. "If I ever hope to get my mind under control, I have to do this eventually." "Alright. If you ever need me to help with anything at all, I'm here." The captain reassured. "If it starts getting worse, let me know." The two lovers explored the first area of alterna, making note of all the strange sculptures and buildings. By the end of the first area, eight felt a familiar twinge in her abdomen. That's what she forgot. This wasn't bad now, but it could be if she couldn't find any bathrooms soon. She had just gotten back from a pretty intense anarchy series, and her whole team had been practically chugging tacticooler cans the whole time. Those things were notorious for making people wet themselves in the same game as drinking them. Eight was lucky to have such a strong bladder. Eight started looking for bathrooms throughout the second and third areas, but to no avail. Three was explaining something about a bear and a rocket, when a particularly bad wave hit eight. She doubled over and held her crotch, pulling up her short skirt in the process. "Hey, eight, you doing alright there?" Three questioned, having turned around at that exact time. "I! Uh! I'm f-fine I-!!!" Eight was clearly not fine as a jet of ink shot through her panties with the force of a stingers beam. Pooling on the fake snowy floor and slowly covering the turf around her feet. A look of shame and embarrassment clouded her face as she looked away from her girlfriend. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about the bathroom situation down here. There aren't any actual toilets because that was a waste of valuable water, so the people here just peed into the ocean water." The captain sorrowfully. "Guess that's what they get for putting scientists in charge, eh? Here, let's get back and get you cleaned up. I'm pretty much done with the visual part of the tour anyway." And so, the two lovers went along their journey back to Inkopolis square. --- This was such a nice departure from the stuff I usually write. I need to write cute lesbians more often, man.
  10. It was a staged wetting, but a super hot one. It was these two giggly hot girls in jeans trying to hold their pee. One can't hold it, wets herself and then lays on the floor in her puddle. Then the other girl decides she can't hold it, sits on her friends stomach & pees herself. And there's kissing throughout. One of my all time favorites but I can't remember what it's called
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  13. Author’s Note: First and foremost, while I don’t watch trans porn nor do I read futa fanfiction, I have recently grown a love for futanari R34 if it involves buff or curvaceous women, with Wonder Mommy being the main star of attraction. Furthermore, my knowledge of Wonder Woman is very limited, with the Injustice games being my main if not only sources so if she or the other women seem OOC that’s probably why. That includes the horniness, I know the Amazons in DC lore were probably on the chaste side however due to the nature of this fic as well as real Greek and Roman Mythology lore, they are portrayed as lustful and hormonal as the original gods and goddesses, even more so than the Orange Clan Mayans in my Quantic Dreams fics. Lore aside, warnings include futanari masturbation and urination and fantasies of lesbian sex and impregnation. Diana was feeling a sharp thrill that made her heart pound with excitement as she parted from sparring and headed to her private hot springs to bathe. This had nothing to do with modesty, Amazons usually wore revealing Greek Goddess dresses or sheer open robes, if not wandering outright naked. Many opted to spar in the nude and would hit the public bathes together either to relax or seek out a pleasure partner. Diana was no exception, her muscular and curvaceous 6’2” frame had earned her whole harems among her peers. They had many an orgy or holding contest, if not some sort of combination which made sense considering the favored daughter of Hera was as insatiable as she was beautiful. Yet despite that, every twenty eight days, Diana would take seven of them to herself. None of the other Amazons knew and while they respected her privacy, that didn’t stop them from harmless theories. “I just don’t understand. Diana rarely ducks away if she has a problem with us, so she’s not angry at us. Did we upset her inadvertently?” Donna Troy questioned. She could have been Diana’s younger cousin, judging by her lean yet hardened build. “How? Bitch was victorious as always.” the more buxom redhead Artemis shot back, half joking and half annoyed. “I bet she’s so stuck up she’d rather use her fingers thinking about that Earthen boy toy of hers than have fun with us.” “That’s extremely rude and vulgar!” Donna Troy shot back, offended that her role model was being spoken of so crudely. “I agree that we should respect her privacy, but given that I know for a fact you won’t, just throw it out in the open.” Nubia suggested, acting as the mediator between the kind and bubbly Donna versus the hot blooded and aggressive Artemis. The crimson haired warrior nodded her approval at the African beauty, silently thanking her for being supportive for once and not accusing her of being a drama queen. “First and foremost, ever since she visited Earth and dealt with that weakling Steve Trevor, she's been taking these private trips for herself. For the past couple of decades, there's been a consistent period of twenty-eight days that she spends seven of them clothed when Diana is the biggest nudist out of all of us, ties her hair in a sock bun, and just recently I found out she shaved her pubes!” “What?!” Donna Troy cried in shock, even she couldn’t deny the oddity of her idol taking a straight razor to her large black bush, the self proclaimed “Lush Forest of Themyscira”. “I see. Is that why she knocked your temple with her shield when you lifted the thong of her dress during your match?” Nubia suggested with amusement, remembering the uncharacteristic blush of rage Diana sported as she smashed her opponent into the ground. “It has to be, usually she’d flirt or jump at the chance. How dare she now act like a prude or that she’s better than us!” “Because my darling, my wonderful daughter is actually being quite protective of us when she secludes herself for private times.” a new rich voice commanded. The Amazons looked up to see the queen herself, Hippolyta. While not as tall, muscular, or curvaceous as her voluptuous daughter, Hippolyta was still a beautiful warrior woman who held the same beauty as Diana, but with an older, more mature sense of grace. Hippolyta undid her sheer lavender purple robe and shrugged it off as she joined her subjects in the sauna, sighing in pleasure as beads of sweat formed on her body. “As my daughter, Diana has quite the special body. I don’t just mean her looks. Listen well.” Meanwhile, Diana took refuge in the natural hot springs. She undid her dress and stepped in the pleasant steaming water, enjoying the sound of the roaring waterfall. After some seconds of arousal, it happened. A large twelve inch cock departed from her womb and popped out of her vagina, along with a nice pair of smooth testicles. She lovingly ran her thin fingers along the tan shaft and gently stroked it, moaning as she palmed the reddish head of the tip of her dick. Satisfied as she allowed the new set of hormones to adjust and properly align themselves, she squirted some coconut massage oil into her palms and applied some to her massive breasts, moaning as she tweaked the large brown nipples and areolas, then softly sighed as she rubbed some more into her abdominal region. She gasped at this feeling, as beneath the impressive toned abs was her bursting bladder. She ached to unleash a large stream of urine that could match the hot springs water, but her massive erection prevented it from happening. Diana knew from previous experience she would have to first relieve her pent up semen, which she would plan to do so. With a final generous coating of coconut oil, she applied some to her massive twitching cock, gasping and moaning at the feeling. No wonder men were so weak and tempted by women, with such sensitive reproductive organs it would make sense they’d become undignified dogs who chased after any sense of relief, dick in hand. She could almost relate, but unlike most men from Earth, she could have any man or woman she wanted. But the question was who? As princess of Themyscira, Diana was encouraged to have an heir if she so pleased, and with any partner she deemed suitable. She definitely wanted Clark Kent from Earth, previously Kal-El from Krypton, as her life partner. While she wasn’t sure if they would have a traditional wedding, they would be bound, both in spirit and in the conjugal bed. He was the only man worthy of having the honors to make love to her, procreate with her. But she also wanted to reproduce with her own unique set of equipment, it would only be right. But who? She ruled out any of the other Amazons, they were great for trysts but she couldn’t see any of them mothering her children. She’d rather be a single mother of her own, and instead wanted to choose a woman from a different planet. Someone she respected and cared for enough to trust with such a burden, but would also be okay with being a more hands off parent. But what suitable woman would be willing to birth her child and be satisfied with yearly visits? Harleen Quinzel was the first one out, as much fun as it would be to dominate that criminal whore, she probably had all kinds of mental illnesses, as well as STDs. She couldn’t even be trusted for a one night stand, much less be the mother of her child. Selina Kyle was also out, as much fun as it would be to unzip that catsuit and ravish the thief’s body over and over, Selina was already in a committed relationship with her fellow Justice League member Bruce Wayne. That one more woman, the one she was hoping would be her answer. Karren Star, Kal-El’s distantly related cousin and Power Girl of Earth. Another Kryptonian, and one related to Kal-El would be the best woman for this purpose. Two of the parents being close friends and family would help in creating siblings who got along as a real family, not to mention that Karren Star was a good friend who had visited and even flirted with her a few times, which she of course reciprocated. As insane as it sounded, she knew Karren would agree to the request, it was too enticing to pass up anything to contribute to her older cousin's happiness. It was a bonus that the blond bombshell was also tall and beautifully athletic, similar to an Amazon. She would have no issues bearing an Amazonian child. Pleased with her decision, Diana now decided to prepare for her plan by envisioning it as a fantasy, how she would grope Karren’s cleavage, gently pull down that enticing suit, and rock her world over and over with her futa cock. The image became too much and with a powerful yell Diana could feel her limit break as she pumped her cock one final time, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, feeling it drip off her cock and into the springs. After a minute or so, her erection faded and with a gasp of exhaustion, she held her flaccid dick and emptied her bladder, urinating a long worthwhile stream. It was irritating having to wait for her excitement to go down, but the release was worth it. Satisfied, she waited, knowing this was only a warm up. “So, you’re saying that the heirs of your bloodline have something similar to an Earth woman’s menstrual cycle, but instead of losing eggs they grow manhood?” Artemis questioned in disbelief. “Exactly right.” Hippolyta confirmed. “I’d show you mine but it’s not my time. Regardless, you’re lucky my daughter stayed away, lest you be witness to the hormonal hell beasts we become when we grow a man’s set of genitals. May Hera bless whoever Diana chooses to couple with.” Ending note: So yes, this was a hook for the next story, which will be centered around Wonder Woman and Power Girl. Fun fact, I started writing that one first, but then realized it needed some kind of introduction, and that in itself became this standalone story. Hope you enjoy, like I said it is pretty different from my usual stuff.
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  19. Hi guys I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing. Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well. She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing. Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake. Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before. Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her. It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit. With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process. Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.” In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure. Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great. Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly. She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.” There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag. That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her. Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile. Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.” Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message: “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules: - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉) - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8 - Bring a sixpack of beer Looking forward to it! -A Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.
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