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Hello again all, I am back with another auto-narrated audio story. This time, I reached out to story writer, DespMely, to ask her permission to use her story: "Times of Desperation - Dinner Trouble at the Manor". She graciously gave me permission to use her work and so I tried my best to keep it as close to the original as I could while making the narrator sound as human as I could. The original post of story can be found here: As stated above, this story was not written by me. However, some of the story was changed by me to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator, DespMely. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. There's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Times_of_Desperation_406.mp3

**Quick Notes: This is my first story on here. I didn't intend for it to be so long, but I like the way it turned out so that's positive. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy. 😁 End of notes** Today is the day. The day she's finally going to do it. Emma had made up her mind part way through her work week. She was going to be desperate in public. From that slow day at her office onward she had a difficult time focusing. Instead she was going through the logistics of how she was going to make it happen. At 25 years old and having felt an attraction to seeing other women desperate, it seemed cruel to deny herself of her desire any longer. Needing to pee was easy enough, Emma planned to drink a sizable glass of water before bed and would wake up feeling the need to go soon. Having the need for a bowel movement on cue was the thing that was occupying her thoughts. One of the websites she would frequent had people talking about inserting frozen peeled bananas to simulate the feeling of needing to go. She had played with herself anally from time to time so using bananas seemed simple enough (although using frozen ones sounded uncomfortable at best). Either way, she had a plan and Saturday morning couldn't come soon enough. Emma's eyes snapped open on Saturday morning and she couldn't stop herself from smiling. It was here. As she went to sit up she felt the signals in her formidable bladder tell her to try to find a place to release. She was hoping it wouldn't feel quite so full because there was still preparation to be done before she walked out the door, but she was confident she could make it work. She walked into her closet and looked at the clothing she had carefully laid out the night before. Emma wanted to be looked at while desperate and her choices reflected that. Instead of a bra, her F cup boobs would have pasties on them and no real support other than the tight fitting tunic-style shirt she wore over them. She had considered panties but after a bit of thought decided that she got more excitement out of having nothing between her plump ass and the shapely leggings she had ordered online. To play it safe though, she placed a camel-toe prevention pasty over her vagina to make sure nothing that could give her a UTI could get in. Once dressed, she walked quickly to the kitchen and pulled a plate with 3 large, peeled, and halved bananas on it out of the freezer and walked it to the bedroom. Emma's heart started to quicken as she set down the plate and pulled out a bottle of lube from the night stand. Is she trying new things too quickly? Should she just try this at home first? No, she hadn't done all this planning just to back out now. She dropped her leggings around her ankles and bent herself over a pillow on the edge off her bed. This, off course put extra pressure on her bladder which sent a warning signal to her brain. After some adjustments to lessen that strain, Emma took a banana half and very lightly lubed the tip of it. She wasn't sure if it would need much but knew if she put too much they would probably just try to slide right back out, so she opted for less. Freezing them first definitely made insertion a little uncomfortable, but the amount of pushing she had to do to slide it in past her tight ring probably would have just mushed up an unfrozen one. Once it was fully in, she took a second to see how it felt. The warmth of her rectum was already helping with the cold, but Emma realized that meant she might have issues putting in more if she waited too long. Biting her lip she began slipping halves up after the first one. Two. Three. Four. After the fourth she paused again. The pressure she was feeling was strong. The 2 large bananas worth of mass in her bowels already felt like they were starting to ask for release. Since she had only prepared that many halves because she was sure that any more would be too much, she decided she was satisfied with what she had and hurriedly pulled up her tight leggings. As Emma walked into her garage to get into her SUV, her body started stressing to her just how badly she needed to go. Her bladder was begging for its morning release and her sphincter was already starting to feel the effects of what it was trying to hold back. As she climbed into the driver seat, she already felt a stirring in her vagina. The mixture of needing to pee, needing to poop, having (essentially) some quick anal play, and going into public desperate was turning her on like never before. She was almost shaking as she pulled out into the street and started on her way to the coffee shop about 20 minutes away. As she made her way there, Emma started to think about the coffee shop that was a vital part of her plan. Not only was it a decent ways away from her small home, it also had to important characteristics. One, it was located just off the freeway that ran through her town. This meant that the two stall women's room was frequently in use. The second, is that because so many people tried to use it, there were signs everywhere stating that their restrooms were for paying customers only. Although there were signs like this other places, the staff there must be constantly pushed to enforce it because they always seem vigilant for people trying to break it. This meant that she wouldn't be able to relieve herself as soon as she got there. Emma came to a stop at a red light almost exactly halfway to her destination. She looked over at the gas station on the corner, thinking about using their toilet to give herself the release her body longed for. She knew even if she wanted to chicken out, she wouldn't be able to there. That particular gas station had no public restrooms available. A sudden honk made Emma jump in her seat. A spasm shot through her bladder as her legs clamped together in response to stop herself from leaking. She looked up and realized that during her musings about using a toilet, the light had changed and she was holding up traffic. She blushed slightly and quickly accelerated, continuing on towards the coffee shop. Pulling into the parking lot she parked in a spot as quickly as possible and walked towards the coffee shop as fast as her body would allow her to. Her bladder was throbbing at this point and wouldn't be able to take much more and her anus was aching from trying to stay clamped shut for so long. She walked in and immediately got in line behind three other people. The need to release was so strong that Emma couldn't stop herself from bouncing in place. As she did so her unrestrained breast bounced merrily along. She had already caught the eye of a couple of people trying to slyly look her over but now at least a few people were just outright watching. It was an amazing feeling. A fresh wave of arousal jumped in with all of the other sensations vying for her attention. Two people had already ordered leaving just a 30-something year old woman who also seemed to be contending with needs of her own. While the woman was at the counter ordering, an audible fart could be heard followed by an immediate clenching of her buttocks. As she walked away from the counter she immediately walked towards the restrooms. Emma carefully walked up to the counter and ordered an extra large coffee and with trembling hands paid as fast as the transaction would allow. Turning to walk towards the restrooms she gave a quick look around. Most of the coffee shop patrons were looking at her and watching her predicament unfold. Her cheeks flushed deeply as she made her way to the incredible relief that awaited her. Rushing as quickly as she could, Emma opened the bathroom door to find that only one of the two stalls were occupied, obviously by the woman from the line. Emma hobbled into the stall and started to pull her tights down and remove her lower pasty. The promise of relief was too much for her aching bladder which started to spurt out urine. She slammed herself down on the toilet and started to unleash an absolute torrent of urine. A moan escaped her lips as she started to feel the relief. Suddenly, the door of the restroom banged open and someone came in swearing about "the fucking bitch at the counter not letting people pee" and walking up to the stalls. This sudden interruption made Emma's bowels start to open up along with her bladder. Although she had gotten some attention, she didn't want to be done with her adventure and tried to stop both from releasing. Her stream trickled to a stop and her anus struggled to shut. The woman in the neighboring stall grunted lightly as she obviously emptied her bowels. The sounds of some else's relief made Emma's bowels try again to do the same. Panicking, she plunged her middle finger into her own ass to push the faux bowel movement back up. Hearing the other woman defecating meant that the woman waiting started knocking on Emma's stall saying that the other woman would be too long. Emma quickly (as she could without losing control anyway) removed her finger, wiped, reapplied the pasty and excited the stall. The woman who was waiting was Hispanic, early 20s, and attractive in her own right. Before Emma could say anything the woman pushed past to get into the stall. Trying to quickly slam shut the stall door and latch it, she failed at both as it bounced back open. Emma looked in as the woman got her jeans over her round ass and then groaned, "Oh, -- FUCK." The loud hissing was unmistakable as the woman started to pee herself while still standing. Emma watched enjoying the unexpected show until the woman turned and looked at her, glaring at Emma for seeing her embarrassment. Emma stuttered out an apology, washed her hands and left. Grabbing her coffee that was in danger of getting cold on the way out, she started to drink it as fast as she could. There was only about a third of it left by the time she reached her SUV. The release of some of her urine seemed to by her some time, but not much since she didn't release it all and her bladder seemed to be weakened but the hold she had endured. As she started the drive back towards her house, it was Emma's bowels that were the thing taking her focus. Being so close to release and then being forced back up meant that her bowels were now screaming for release. Her anus was now in a state of constantly slowly being forced open by the banana-half closest to the entrance before being forced shut again. Each time it was harder to regain control. Eventually, she resorted to driving with one hand while having the other firmly placed on her ass. As she continued he desperate drive Emma started to revisit the accident she witnessed in the coffee shop in her mind. Another wave of arousal tingled through her body, even as she began to sweat with the effort of containing that which was demanding release. That was what she wanted. She wanted to lose some control with someone watching. As the gas station from before came into view Emma immediately form her plan. Turning into the gas station and parking right near the entrance, Emma scrambled out of her vehicle and unashamedly holding her butt with both hands she walked in through the slider doors. The male cashier looked up before locking his eyes firmly on Emma’s breast, once again bouncing as she danced in the spot trying to hold it all in. “Do you have a bathroom?” Emma asked, already knowing the answer. “No,” he started to reply, forcing himself to look at Emma’s eyes and sounding genuinely apologetic, “we don’t have a restroom for customers.” Emma swore and spun around to go back out the door but then stopped and put her hands on her hips. Her knees locked against each other as she pushed her ass out slightly. The shortest lapse in effort was all her relief-seeking asshole needed to open up. She unintentionally gasped as the first half of banana escaped and tented out the seat of her leggings before nestling in between her quaking cheeks. She looked up sheepishly at the cashier who had a look of shock, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly trying to find words. Emma started to take a step towards her SUV when another half of a banana started to force it’s way out. She thought she would have been able to regain control after the first one, but her body wanted more relief. This one emerged much more slowly as Emma struggled to force her opening shut. The further out the banana got the more it seemed like a lost cause, even though the bananas were starting to get mushy it was still firm enough to resist being clamped down on. Emma released a shuttering groan as she lost the battle. “We have an employee restroom you can...” the attendant started to say before Emma awkwardly, but quickly, waddled back to her vehicle to get in. As she sat down in the driver seat the contents of her pants mushed up against her. Sitting down was a strange feeling, but helped her regain a little control, for the moment at least. As she went to back out of the parking space she glanced at the cashier one more time and saw he was staring at her through the window, still trying to come to terms with what had happened so quickly. Emma’s face flushed a deep red as she pulled away. Quickly downing the remainder of her coffee, Emma’s mind was racing. Someone had seen her have an accident. She legitimately lost control in front of someone. Keeping one hand on the wheel again Emma reached a hand inside the front of her leggings to tease her clit which was now starting to demand attention loud enough to be heard over her partially relieved bladder and bowels. However, her fingers instead met with the anti-cameltoe pasty still placed over her vagina. What seemed like a great idea at the time now just felt like a cruel joke played on herself. Emma fervently rubbed herself up and down on the pasty taking the muffled stimulation over none at all. As Emma was nearing the 5 minute mark to being back home her need to use the bathroom had reached critical levels again. Her body had processed the coffee quickly and filled her bladder once more to the point of bursting. On top of that, having a mess in her leggings seemed to be signaling her body to just finish releasing her bowels and have that relief. Knowing she would be home soon Emma felt her needs even more intensely. If she started to pee the pasty would likely come off, which was tempting to do just so she could access her vagina. However, the mess slowly spreading in her pants was confirmation that it should stay on for the time being. Since that was the case anyway, Emma put all of her focus into keeping her bladder from leaking, which meant relaxing her ass once more. Immediately, the remaining banana halves, now fairly mushy started to force their way into Emma’s already crowded pants. The sounds and physical sensations were telling her that she was pooping herself, fueling the demand for stimulation coming from her vagina. By the time Emma was pulling up to her home her ass was the only thing that felt like it finally could relax. Waiting for the garage door to open felt like an eternity. Once it was, Emma parked inside it and was biting her lip and gripping the steering wheel with all her might. She quickly pressed the button on the remote and got ready to get out once the garage door finished its agonizingly slow decent. Finally, the door came to a stop. Emma scrambled out of the SUV and immediately dropped her leggings to her ankles. Once the mess was clear, she ripped off the pasty that had been denying her orgasm and started to play with her aching clit. The sudden stimulation made her tense in such a way that a single spurt released from her bladder, making her have to stop and hold herself as she clamped down on her urethra once more. Emma decided that she would play with herself on the toilet in the nearby bathroom, however she had to get there with her messy leggings still around her ankles. She tried to quickly get them off completely but couldn’t get them past her shoes. Frantically, she pulled them off and stepped out of her leggings. Now in the house, Emma raced to the bathroom pinching and rubbing her clit all the way. As she reached the toilet, Emma all but slammed herself down down on it. Her mind was feeling numb after all her body had been through, her thoughts were filled with nothing besides her need to pee and her need to orgasm. As one hand continued to play with her clit, Emma put two fingers on her other hand inside herself. She continued to give herself all the stimulation she could, relishing the sensations. After so long she could feel the orgasm start to well up inside herself. She withdrew the fingers from inside herself and slid back on the toilet seat angling herself carefully. As the stimulation of Emma’s clit drove her rapidly approaching orgasm closer, she used her other hand to start pushing hard against her bladder. The force was to much for her beleaguered bladder and urethra. As her body started to awash in the waves of orgasmic release it also felt the pure pleasure of being able to pee without restraint, finally. It took a good minute for all of the feelings of euphoria to subside, followed by Emma slumping back against the toilet. She was going to need to do this again.

View File EE-258 In this JAV either a woman desperate to pee wets herself and later on after changing her clothes feels the need to pee again but this time she chooses to hold it and start masturbating until she loses control and pisses everywhere or a woman bursting to pee starts getting turned on from the feeling and continues to hold it while playing with herself until she loses control and starts pissing herself. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/05/2021 Category JAV Collections  

View File JAV - MSOD-02 MSOD-02 : Hidden Public Toilet Camera: Masturbating to the Point of Pissing Product : DLMSOD-02 Studio : MARON b Resolution : 640x480 Source : jade-net-home Submitter WaterPP Submitted 02/14/2022 Category JAV Collections  

I'm not entirely sure which forum this one should go in. I responded to a request by someone, in which they asked for a story about a girl with bladder incontinence who is forced to spend the day without her diaper. If this should be moved into omutsu, please let me know. I also didn't expect this to get as long as it did. Wrote it in practically one sitting, and it's over 4,200 words. Warning before reading, this has been adapted from the request. This story is omorashi-centric, but also has a main character in her late teens who experiences bullying, public humiliation, and coerced sexual behaviour. The Girls at School Samantha was a very prim and proper girl. Small and wiry, she had a streak of pride about her that drove her to work hard at her studies, appearance, and hobbies. Growing up in a moderately conservative household, she disdained her classmates' obsession with makeup, messy hair, and overly short skirts. Samantha's dirty blonde hair was almost always tied back into a bun or pony tail, though occasionally she opted for braids. She kept her belongings tidy, and would help her mother iron her clothes in the evening. She would even polish her school shoes. But Samantha had a shame that she carried with her at all times. She was born with a small bladder, and regularly had difficulties in making it to a toilet when she needed to go. Notes to teachers from her doctor could only go so far in helping her, and she was forced to wear incontinence pads most of the time. Her preference for wearing trousers had to be modified to suit this, of course. Tight jeans-like black trousers were the fashion for her school uniform, but the uniform instructions only specified that girls wear "trousers or skirt, black". To Samantha this meant she could wear the boy's standard of trousers. Its crotch area accommodated enough space for their genitals, and would suit her need for padding. Albeit, she had to wear a size bracket one or two down than expected for her age. The pads were not too intrusive with these trousers, though the fact that they replaced any normal underwear for her brought difficulties in gym classes. Instead of changing with the other girls, she would change in a toilet cubicle. By now most girls had asked her why she did this, and her excuse was that she was too shy to undress in front of the others. Her preference for boy's trousers had caused some speculation however. Rumours started circulating that she was actually a boy. Her slim form belied her gender, she supposed, having not grown very prominent breasts. Samantha could have lived with the rumours, except for a gang of particularly nasty girls. The nastiest among them, Sarah, had recently taken to following her around at break and lunchtime. Sarah would call her names like "bender", or "perv", and when nobody was looking she would push Samantha, or pull her hair. Sarah's friends were all in on it, and kept spreading new rumours about her. It didn't take long before Samantha had found herself with practically no friends in her classes, and Sarah's gang increased the time they spent with her. Not that she would ever let anyone know how much this hurt. She knew that her refusal to cry or even object only infuriated Sarah more, but it was the only revenge Samantha was going to get for now. But as Samantha made her way to school early one morning, Sarah would step further past Samantha's boundaries than she had ever before. * * * Samantha had only just passed through the school's main entrance, when Sarah started following her again. There was ten minutes until morning register, then two classes of forty-five minutes each, followed by morning break. Samantha would go to the toilet before she left home, but preferred a second go before register if she could. Sarah quickly caught up with her, and started her usual routine. "So, perv, what are you doing today?" Samantha said nothing. "What, nothing? If you did nothing you would be truant or something." Samantha quickened her pace, looking for a teacher before anything happened. Sarah kept following, but as Samantha made to turn towards the reception desk - which had a unisex disabled toilet and a member of staff watching - Sarah grabbed her shoulder. "Since you're clearly not busy, you're coming with me." The pair of them wheeled around, and exited the building through a door opposite the reception. This took them onto a large paved area, often used for lunchtime gathering and sports, that connected the main building to two additional buildings and a large grassy field. Up ahead was one of the additional buildings, filled with workshops, and Sarah dragged Samantha over to it. She quickly shovelled her into a large storage cupboard, filled with bits of wood, metal, and various hand tools. Samantha's heart plummeted as she realised who was in the cupboard with her. The entire gang had showed up: four girls plus Sarah and herself. Two girls took each of Samantha's arms and pinned her to a wall, as Sarah stood in front of her and eyed her suspiciously. "Well. I didn't think it would be this easy!" She started grinning. "Look, it's been fun talking about how you might be a boy, but after all this time I just really want to know..." She slowly unbuttoned the top of Samantha's trousers. "I've just been so curious - you always sit with the girls, go into the girls' room, talk and act like a girl. But you're even more flat-chested than my cousin - he's a boy by the way - and you wear boy's trousers." She unzipped Samantha's trousers pointedly, "and if after all this time you've been lying to us about who you really are, I think we deserve to know!" She yanked Samantha's trousers off, causing them to pool at her ankles. The five girls gawped at her legs, and what was there instead of panties. "Oh my god, what is this? Sammy, is this what I think it is? Oh no! Oh poor you! You can't control your bladder, can you?" The girls started laughing, and one of them poked at her incontinence pad. "Hey, Sarah" chimed another of the girls, "what if she's still a boy? We can't see anything through this." Sarah reached down to the padding, and slowly peeled it away from her body. "Oh. Well that's disappointing. I suppose you were just too scared of us finding out about this to change with us. Well, as a punishment for leading us on like this, I'll be keeping this. And any others you might have with you." One of the girls rifled through Samantha's schoolbag while the others stared at her naked lower half, giggling. Tears brimmed in Samantha's eyes and she tried to cover herself with her now free hands, but the girls pulled her hands away. Before they could get any new ideas, the bell rang, signalling the start of the day. Sarah's girls left quickly, and Samantha dressed herself once more. *** Between the end of register and the start of break there was no real chance to go to the toilet. But neither did Sarah or her friends share the first two classes with her. Samantha drank her supply of water in these lessons out of habit, even though she knew that some liquid would still be filtering into her bladder from breakfast. If she needed to go she would simply ask the teacher and be let out, and with her doctor's note she could even do this just a few minutes before break. She tried to avoid over-using this power though, lest any teacher think she was using it as an excuse to get out of working. The first lesson, maths, passed pretty quickly as it was her strongest subject. She consumed about half of her 500ml water bottle while concentrating hard on her work, and failed to notice the impact this had on her bladder until the class began filing out of the room for the next lesson. She could feel that her bladder was starting to fill, but it was futile to try asking for a toilet break now. The first lesson's teacher might say yes, but then she would have to explain to the next teacher why she missed the start of the lesson (which was always the most important part). Samantha decided to sit through the first part of the next lesson, English, and then ask to leave. She never failed to catch up on work mid-lesson, and would be in the best place to figure out how to avoid Sarah during break. She dutifully marched into class with everyone else, and sat herself at a table at the back of the room. Tables in this room were lined in columns facing the teacher, and this table was on the rightmost column - placed against a wall. She got out her things - notebook and pencilcase - and put them in order. To her mild surprise and annoyance, a boy sat next to her. She had seen him in this class before, but did not even know his name. She never really paid attention to who responded to the start-of-class register. This was going to be slightly inconvenient when she got up to pee, but was otherwise not a problem. Register was called, rolling through the alphabet to "Silvia, Samantha", to which she responded. More names were called out until "Williams, Aden", to which the boy responded. The teacher soon launched into a lecture on grammar, while the class took notes. Samantha absent-mindedly started sipping her water again, making sure that she knew what apostrophes were for. Tongue sticking out her mouth as she quickly wrote in her book, she failed to notice that the boy was taking no notes at all. It was not long before Samantha's need returned to her, all the stronger for having kept drinking. She paused in her notes for a moment and considered whether it was the right time to leave. Break would have to be spent avoiding Sarah, and the lesson after that would be with her. Samantha would be best served peeing as late into the lesson as possible, but her small bladder had a habit of not letting her last as long as she might like. She let another few minutes go by - the teacher now setting the classwork and handing out worksheets - and soon decided. Setting down her pen, and neatly placing it next to the mostly empty water bottle, Samantha made to raise her hand. Halfway through the motion though, a hand grabbed her forearm and pushed it against her side. She struggled against it, and tried to push him away, but Aiden gave her a look of amused interest and put a finger to his mouth. "I knew you didn't know me. I'm Sarah's boyfriend." Samantha felt the same anxious and apprehensive feeling she had felt upon being forced into the cupboard. This was too much for one day. Aiden waited for her to stop struggling, and then continued. "Sarah told me about you, last lesson. I had no idea you were a pants-wetter! I did wonder if you were a boy, too, but now that we know..." He grinned. Samantha's bladder felt uncomfortably full, and her urge to pee met with her embarrassment and impending shame, nearly tearing up her eyes again. "Please let me go, I can't hold it very long" she whispered urgently. Aiden looked very obviously down at her lap, then into her eyes. "You know, the other girls seem to think that tight clothes are sexier, more revealing, but looking at you now I'm not so sure they're right." Samantha looked down at her lap. Her girlish form, now without any padding, was revealed in its soft curvature between her legs. The shape of the boys' trousers, designed for someone bulkier, did nothing to hide it. Her cheeks flushed red, and she moved her book to cover herself - her lack of any underwear gave her the feeling that the boy could see straight through those trousers. "What, wet yourself already?" "N-no." "Well good. Wouldn't want that seat getting wet." Samantha tried to end this conversation by going back to her work. Aiden let her play up the ruse for a while as the teacher started talking again. If she could hold on until break, maybe she could run from Aiden before Sarah came over... She would undoubtedly leak by then. She could already feel her bladder protesting, and there was still twenty minutes to go. She turned to him. "Please let me go. I don't know why Sarah is doing this but it's not right." "Go where?" He said, feigning ignorance. "To... to the toilet" she mumbled in response, looking away as she did. "Oh no, I want to see how this turns out." Aiden then pulled a water bottle out of his bag and set it down next to hers. It was another 500ml bottle, filled to the brim with water. "I always bring two of these so I don't have to refill at lunch, but this is much more fun. Tell you what. If you can drink the entire bottle without losing control and peeing yourself, I will tell Sarah to leave you alone." Samantha's heart beat faster. There was no way that she could do it. Maybe if she drank it quickly and ran straight to the girls' room... But her bladder contracted, and she felt a slight warmth between her lips. She pressed one hand into her crotch as the other tightened its grip on her pen. Her heart fluttered at the feeling. Without her padding she had no safety net, and without it she could feel every facet of her girlhood through the fabric of her trousers. It was an unfamiliar, but weirdly exciting feeling. "Come on, I think we can skip the rest of this class and the next one. That should give us enough time." Aiden raised his hand. The teacher waved at him, and he marched to the front of the class. He whispered something in the teacher's ear, and the teacher nodded. Returning to Samantha, who was now bent forwards slightly and trying to disguise her desperation by resting her left forearm on her lap, and staring into her notebook in a faux reading position. It was not effective - she was practically digging her elbow into her leg as her forearm tensed against the right knee, hand tightened into a fist. "I've told the teacher you're not feeling well. Pack up your things and come with me." *** Aiden led her out of class and down a corridor, turning right at the end, and continuing down another corridor. Samantha's dignity was already lost to Aiden, and she kept squeezing herself every few steps. Aiden soon stopped, and turned left to face a short corridor with one door leading out towards the field, and another into... "Is that the boy's changing room?" "Hell yeah! Best place for us. There won't be anybody in here until after third period. By my count that gives us..." Aiden checked his watch, "an hour and twenty minutes." Samantha gave him a reproachful look as he put a hand on her back and lightly pushed her towards the door. The changing room was hidden from the door opening by a wall, which opened up into a large room full of benches. Most were around the room, but some were placed like dividers to maximise the amount of seating. At the backs of each bench was a metal frame with hooks for bags. Continuing along the wall led to a small restroom, and as Aiden led her into the changing area she could see a row of sinks, a couple of urinals, and a damaged-looking cubicle at the end of the room. Aiden took Samantha's bag, and set both their bags onto one of the benches. He brought out the water bottle again, and offered it to her. The room felt very cold, very real now that they were alone together. Butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach as she followed Aiden's lead and took the bottle. Her bladder was already full, pee already starting to come out. She squeezed her lips together, reluctantly feeling an almost masturbatory pleasure as she did so. She crossed her legs and leaned back against one of the walls, knees clearing the low bench. The first mouthful of water was not so difficult, but it would hasten her impending accident. She really had no choice. Aiden was much stronger than her, so she had no chance of escaping him. She paused to let the water go down, wishing Aiden would stop staring at her, and hoping she could avoid wetting herself - or at least holding enough in to win the deal. She made to take a second drink, but Aiden stopped her. "Oh no, not so fast." He took the bottle from her. "That's enough for now. I'm not going to make this easy. Sarah really likes playing with you, so I want my time's worth here." He placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her firmly into the wall, and ran his other hand down her stomach. He stopped as his fingers slid lightly over the area of her bladder, and tapped his fingers onto her. Samantha squirmed under his pressure and nearly squealed as she fought back a dribble of urine that threatened to escape her. Aiden lifted her pressed shirt, and examined the region of her belly. He pressed his fingers in again, as though searching for something. Samantha's bladder hurt, and tried to expel its contents again. She gripped her girlhood with both hands, her own fingers practically crushed between her thighs, and closed her eyes. She could not remember being this desperate to pee. The comfort of her padding always let her leaks go unnoticed, and she could even empty herself into them if she had to. Holding on for this long was something she never normally had to do, least of all with someone watching. "Oh Samantha, I'm not sure you need to go to the toilet at all! I've teased Sarah whenever she really needed to pee, and she was always much more full than this." Samantha quietly squealed in protest as she squirmed, Aiden only removing his hand as she did so. "Please, I really do need to!" "Need to what?" "I need to go to the toilet!" Aiden pressed into her bladder again, saying "clearly not enough." He let go of her, and she bent forwards with the pain. Aiden offered the bottle again. She took a mouthful, and he removed it. He pressed her back against the wall with one hand, and ran that hand up her chest, up her neck, and to her chin. He stared into her pleading eyes as he lifted her chin into a more regal position. He pushed her arms back to her sides, and made her uncross her legs. She immediately pressed her thighs together. Aiden kept her in that position. Samantha stayed in that position, with Aiden eyeing her up, for an uncomfortably long time. She could feel her body attempt to dispense more water into her bladder, but it could take no more. Her bladder contracted, and she clenched her fists and bent her hands back in the only movement Aiden would allow, opening the vulnerability of her wrists as she tried to hold back her urge. It subsided for a moment, and then a moment longer. Aiden took to staring into her eyes again. Another wave of desperation overcame her, and she repeated the movement from before. She could feel her mounting urge right through her urethra, and for a moment it was as though her existence emanated from her girlhood. Unable to take it any longer, she bent forwards and shoved her hands into her crotch, but was unable to stop a sliver of urine spurting out. It formed a rivulet sliding down her right leg, the trousers poorly placed for absorption. A knot formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes for the second time that day, as shame started to take over. Aiden straightened her up, now not leaning against the wall. Legs straight, separated at the feet by a few inches. Back straight, as though she had no urges at all. Arms at her side once more. Samantha felt like a doll being played with as Aiden's hands made her body his own. Aiden took a picture with his phone before she moved out of position. He now fed her water from the bottle, permitting another mouthful. He wrapped an arm around her comfortingly, and pressed her head into his embrace. "It's okay, you'll be alright. You can keep holding on, just another couple of mouthfuls. Then I'll let you pee." Aiden had to move her hands away from her crotch again, and replaced them with his own hand. His firm press felt comfortable, and reminiscent of her padding. She nearly relaxed into his hand, but stopped herself, pressing her thighs together again, before she broke the deal. She felt his fingers exploring her sex through the fabric of the trousers, rubbing her on either side of her lips, and then between them. It felt intrusive and enjoyable at the same time. His hand moved with surety and comforted her even as he pleasured her. She gave into the sensation, preferable as it was to the ongoing pain and humiliation. He moved faster, in time with her own breathing, now becoming rhythmic. She shut her eyes and leaned back her head in acceptance. Pleasure mounted, but her urge to pee rose again. She placed her hands over his, still locked in embrace, and tensed. Aiden stopped his movements and gripped her tightly, in time to feel a spurt of urine wet the front of her trousers. His firm press helped her hold back until she regained control of herself, and then resumed the movements. Her breathing quickened, and his hand followed suit. She bent forwards as she approached climax. The realisation hit her that her orgasm would crush her bladder, as a wave of pleasure transformed into a wave of desperation and pain as her bladder tried to reject its contents again. Aiden once more pressed into her until she regained control, with only a dribble escaping. More movements, quicker. She tried to calm herself, to resist his masturbation, to protect her aching bladder, but it was no use. Another wave, and another near forfeit. Samantha moaned in (dis)pleasure at the fast approaching conclusion, and Aiden tightened his embrace. She tried to push his hand away from the focus of her pleasure, but found her wrists locked in Aiden's other hand as he stood behind her. She bent forwards, mouthing incoherent protest, and squealed as the orgasm overcame her. The pressure on her poor bladder was unlike anything else. Her legs buckled until she was supported only by Aiden, her weight leaning into his dampening hand. Aiden let her go. She sank to her knees and thrust both hands into her crotch again. She sobbed with pain and shame as a prominent streak of dampness slid down her right leg, almost reaching her knee. Aiden pulled her head back, looked into her tearful face, and thrust the water bottle into her mouth. She began shaking, practically vibrating as she accepted the remaining water. Tears slid down her face, and she massaged the area of her bladder with a damp hand in a futile attempt to console herself. Aiden pulled the bottle away with just a sliver of water left within it. He made her stand up, and turned her to face him. She looked downwards, staring blankly into his chest. He lifted her chin again until she looked into his eyes. They were soft now, almost sympathetic but still with a look of imperiousness. "It's nearly over. You may now pee - not here, but over there." He pointed at the restroom behind her. "If you follow this last instruction, I'll let you drink the last of the water. Then it'll be all over, and Sarah won't be bothering you anymore." "A-alright" she whispered, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of a hand, "what do I have to do?" Aiden walked her into the restroom, and stood her in front of a urinal. Samantha, a hand still gripping herself as tightly as possible, felt a knot in her throat. "I-I can't." She stammered hoarsely, turning her head to look at Aiden. "What do you mean?" "I'm a girl, I can't... I can't use it!" "I thought you needed to pee?" Aiden pushed her a step forward, until she loomed over the urinal as though she was about to use it. Aiden slid his hand between hers and the zipper of her trousers, and unzipped her. He withdrew his hand, and Samantha quickly covered herself with both hands. She began to cry. This was not the tearfulness or minor sobbing of moments ago, but hopeless crying as she felt like she hit a dead end. She lost control of herself, mere inches from a hypothetical relief, urinating into her hands like they counted as a replacement for her padding. Her legs crossed themselves as she urinated, and streaks of dark wetness combined into a soaking of her trouser legs. Pee cascaded through her fingers as her open zipper futilely tried to facilitate peeing into the urinal. Aiden stepped back as she did this, observing her from the side. When it was over, he sighed as the tension in the room lightened. "Close enough I think. Don't worry, you'll not be seeing much of Sarah ever again." ***

Beginning Note: First off, for those who are upset or still waiting on my Ada and Rebecca follow up story, I promise you I’m still working on that. I wanted to put this one out however because I’ve had this idea for a while, and I wanted to establish my content wasn’t just Resident Evil, there will be others. Also this isn’t the first Heavy Rain Omorashi fic, there’s actually another one very similar: However, that one has scat and while that’s perfectly fine I’m not into that, I wanted a pure wetting version so that’s what I’m making. In addition I will be adding a sequel/chapter to this. Check the other person’s if you do want to see it though. Anyway, let’s get it on! “*GASP*!!” Madison Paige sat upright with a start. She was a pale young woman in her late twenties, with a brunette pixie haircut and slim body. Her curves were a little small but also round and supple. The white tank top and panties she was currently adorning snugly hugged them. She looked around her apartment complex to make sure everything was alright. Despite the slightly artistic appeal, it did nothing to ease her nerves. She let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Thankfully, no unwelcome intruders were to be found, but this would be another sleepless night. ‘Goddamn insomnia, why can’t I get one peaceful night?’ she cursed in disappointment. Sighing again, she stood up from the couch she was (or at least was trying to) sleeping on and let out a yawn. Noticing the TV was still on, and playing nothing but static she snapped it off, not wanting to waste electricity or have the noise distract her. Already awake, she decided to at least find something worthwhile to occupy herself with some activity, anything to pass the boredom and hopefully fall asleep. First Madison headed to the windows. If she was going to have this highrise with a beautiful view might as well make the most of it. When she stepped down the mini-stairs she felt her bladder pang a little, but it was minor she would take care of that need later. Instead she chose to lean against the window, watching the rain slightly pour down in a gentle cascade, enjoying the sound and beautiful view of the city. Crime ridden it may be, but not all hope was lost. It unfortunately wasn’t enough to lull her to sleep. Instead she decided to head for the microwave. ‘Tumeric Chai Latte might be enough to help me fall asleep.’ the young woman pondered. While she heated it up, Madison proceeded to go to the main table and read about the “Origami Killer” case that was all over the news. She was definitely invested considering it was a case she was currently trying to solve, or at least shed light on. ‘Crazy bastard.’ Madison internally cursed. ‘Murder is wrong no matter how you spin it, but children? And he or she leaves gifts as some form of repentance. That’s nowhere near enough but even so, why would they continue it if they feel so guilty about it? The criminal mind surely is one sick enigma.’ The young photojournalist proceeded to attempt to organize what she had on her laptop. Another kid had been killed, methodically drowned and left behind with an orchid placed on their chest and an origami figure in hand. Madison began to feel even more downtrodden. What was the motivation? Was there a specific goal or quota they were trying to achieve, maybe a scare tactic? Sending a message? Whatever the case was, more sons were dying and it didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon. ‘Poor kid, the families must be devastated. This man or woman needs to be put behind bars, or in front of a firing squad.’ Madison thought bitterly. In the past she had been against violence (at least the kind involving death, she was no stranger to standard fights as evidenced by constantly bandaging her scratched and banged up brothers from certain scraps) but after reporting in the Iraq war and killing serial killer Leland “Taxidermist” White in self defense, she came to the conclusion that there would be no shortage of sickos in this world and killing was sometimes a necessary evil. Suddenly, Madison got the feeling she was being watched and felt nervous pangs claw at her belly, which did no favors for her full bladder. However she still decided to hold it. Unknown to most of her friends and colleagues aside from her good friend and journal buddy Sam, holding in her urine was a pleasurable activity she frequently partaken in. She really didn’t understand it, but the long waiting period, dire need, and eventually release was an erotic feeling that she loved and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Still, that was the least of her worries. Looking around and satisfied that there was still no-one to be found in the apartment complex, Madison proceeded to drink her hot cup of Tumeric Chai Latte. It provided some comfort and relaxation at first, but eventually all the hot liquid settled in her bladder and sped up the need to release her own hot liquid. Deciding it was time, she headed to the bathroom to take a piss and shower afterwards. First the young woman checked herself out in the mirror. Aside from the dark circles and dull eyes of unhappiness, she was still quite sexy and attractive. After popping some sleeping pills she headed to the toilet, pulled down her panties to reveal a faint landing strip of pubic hair, sat her shapely ass on the toilet seat, and proceeded to void her bladder. A long stream trickled out of her genitals and into the toilet water, creating a loud splash that resonated in the room for around thirty seconds. Afterwards, Madison wiped herself clean of any remaining urine and stood up. Instead of pulling her panties back on she just set them on the floor and removed her tank top, revealing her toned abs and perky breasts with pink nipples. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. At first the hot water hailed down but soon became soothing, not enough to have her asleep quite yet but still relaxing. When she was done, she realized that she had neglected to grab new clothes. Having no other choice, she re-applied her tank top and panties. Once she stepped out however, the suspicious feeling returned. ‘Shit. Someone’s here.’ Maddison mentally shuddered. She looked around the room for anything that could provide help. ‘The phone is right on that desk! No, that would take too long. A 911 call is extremely lengthy, not to mention the time it would take for the police to actually arrive. The front door is the only way out. I’d rather not leave in my underwear but at this rate I’m lucky just to get out of here alive!’ she internally panicked. Having no other choice, she ducked down and started to crouch towards the door. Right when she reached it, hell broke loose. The photojournalist felt something reach for her, one to yank her head backwards and a forearm pressed hard against her trachea to cut off her oxygen supply. Despite her attacker’s larger size and technique, Madison still managed to muster enough strength to kick her feet off an adjacent wall and slam him into another. She managed to break away and see that he was a home invader wearing a balaclava mask of sorts. However he made no move to grab any valuables, or question her. Instead he seemed purely interested in finishing her off. He staggered towards her menacingly, but since he was still dazed this allowed Madison to kick down a stepladder to further injure her pursuer. It somewhat worked, but he recovered and threw her against the kitchen. He unsheathed a large, serrated combat knife but she managed to reach for a corn holder and stab him in the neck. Unfortunately the twin picks, while certainly painful, were far too short to cause instant death from a single puncture. She made a break for it when another home invader managed to interfere and throw her against the dining room table, shattering many dishes and glass. Thankfully Madison avoided any cuts but she considered herself far from lucky, due to now having to deal with two home invaders that somehow managed to invite themselves in despite their being no signs of breaking and entering. The second home invader had his own combat knife and attempted to stab her multiple times, only for her to roll around multiple times, the knife impaling the hardwood over and over. She eventually retaliated with an elbow strike to the cranium when the previous masked stranger grabbed her head and continued to drag her across the table. Not wasting any time, Madison reeled a kick over her head and into his, then grabbed a chair and threw it with all her might, watching it crash into the other invader. The photojournalist had managed to successfully stagger both attackers, and tried to run away only for a third invader to show up. The one she had kicked came up from behind her, effectively creating a trap. Having nowhere else to go, she continued to go forwards only for the third home invader to slam her into the window. Unfortunately for him, Madison was counting on that and leaned in to bite his ear. His balaclava was unfortunately providing enough protection to do any serious damage but the pain and surprise was enough to make him yelp and throw her off him. She then grabbed a lamp-stand and swung it, managing to club both of her attackers. The weapon was sturdy and hefty enough to break their bones and possibly even kill them for good, however the exhaustion was catching up to the photojournalist and she had no choice but to drop it. The remaining home invader caught up and threw her on the bed. She kicked hard with both feet to knock him back, then proceeded to jump up and tackle him. However it wasn’t enough as he got right back up, backhanded her, then slammed her face into the coffee table for good measure. Seeing she was stunned, all three of her attackers unsheathed their knives. ‘Who the fuck are these people?!’ Madison internally screamed. They clearly didn’t care about her money or belongings, just blood. But why? Bitter ex boyfriends, hired assassins maybe? The knives looked similar to Leland’s, perhaps they were his buddies or cult members dedicated to avenging their friend. One thing was for sure, no way in hell was she going to make it easy. Grabbing broken glass, she impaled the home invader’s thigh, grabbed his giant knife, then proceeded to stab them all in the groin, effectively castrating and possibly killing them. Relieved, she ran into the bathroom. She was shaking with adrenaline and fear, not noticing there was a fourth home invader who had been hiding in the restroom all along. Without warning he slid his knife to her throat and was about to slash it when Madison felt a warm gush empty out of her genitals, into her panties, cascaded down her legs, and onto the floor. The young woman suddenly woke, almost mirroring the one in her dream. As she stirred, however, she realized there had been a huge difference that let her know she was truly awake this time. She had pissed herself in her sleep, twice in fact. First when she had used the toilet in her sleep, and right before she woke up. Her legs, panties, hell even her tank top, were all soaked in urine. Madison groaned in discomfort and embarrassment. Now she had no choice but to shower. First order of business, she made sure to peel off her wet clothes, then threw them and the couch cushion in the laundry. Secondly she hopped into the shower, this time for real. As she stood under the water, a face appeared to her. He had slightly shaggy hair and stubble, and sad eyes. Madison didn’t understand why, but she felt very attracted to this man. Almost on instinct her right hand shot to her genitals. The photojournalist was surprised at this, then figured she might as well. Grabbing the shower-head she aimed it at her clit, feeling it harden in arousal. She then proceeded to grasp her left breast and play with her nipple, feeling it peak. Her fantasies ran wild with the mystery man as they had sex in many different positions and she came hard. Suddenly feeling woozy the photojournalist sank to the floor with weak knees, panting hard in ecstasy. After drying herself she immediately headed to her mattress and lay down, still naked and not bothering with getting dressed. She was ready to pass out, a feeling she welcomed and would not wait for, clothes be damned. Madison Paige still wondered just where she had seen her fantasy man, his face was so clear so he was certainly real. Little did she know they would meet very soon. End Note: So yeah, hope you all enjoyed it. I’ll admit the masturbation was kind of weak but I’m still learning so I apologize. Anyway I’ll try and finish the Resident Evil saga soon and move on to other ladies within the gaming universe. Candidates include Kitana, Jade, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Panam Palmer, Judy Alvarez, and possibly more. Take care.

This is a story I've had kicking around for a while. I wrote most of it a few years ago, but then decided to expand upon it. It's not divided into chapters as such; it's more of a theme with variations. Most of those follow from events outlined in this first story. --- Alison had been invited round to her good friend Susan's for a drink and a chat one Sunday evening. It had been a while since they'd seen each other and she was looking forward to a good catch up. She sat on the sofa in a pair of jeans and a black top, with her brown hair hanging past her shoulders. Susan was curvier, with larger breasts and shot blonde hair, and was wearing a short black dress. She was sitting immodestly on a chair and Alison could see her white knickers up her dress. The wine was flowing freely and both girls were a little tipsy. They had just started talking about a cute guy at Susan's work when the phone rang. Susan crossed the room and picked it up off the shelf. "Hello?" A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?" Susan was surprised by the tone of the conversation but felt she trusted the unknown voice. "Yes". "Are you alone?" "No, I have my friend Alison with me." "What are you wearing?" Susan hesitated briefly before remembering she'd committed to answering all the questions truthfully. "A short black dress, a lacy white bra, and a pair of white cotton knickers". Alison was confused. She could only hear her friend's side of the conversation and was startled to hear her describing her outfit over the phone. The voice continued. "Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet" Susan hadn't noticed up until now, but she could feel the beginnings of a need to wee. "In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?" Susan could feel her urge growing stronger. She pressed her thighs together and let out a slightly strained "No". "But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over" Susan could feel her desperation growing by the second. She grabbed her crotch tightly and began to involuntarily bounce up and down. "But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your wee is on the verge of bursting out of you." Susan tried desperately not to wet herself but the voice was right - she was going to have an accident. "You're going to wee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your wee will be forced into your knickers." Susan couldn't hold on any more. "Ahhh" she sighed as her bladder burst and she began to wee herself. She weed for a good thirty seconds, soaking her knickers and the front of her dress. Once she'd finished her wee, the voice started speaking again. "You will tell your friend what just happened. Leave your wet clothes on until she leaves. You will grow accustomed to the warm feeling in your crotch. Once your friend is gone, you will have a sudden urge to masturbate in your wet knickers. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same" The voice on the other end hung up the phone. Alison was amazed. She'd seen Susan start pressing her legs together like she needed a wee, before starting to hold herself and jiggle like she REALLY needed a wee. Then all of a sudden, she just went "Ahhh", and wet herself. She couldn't understand it. Susan had excellent bladder control. Susan turned to Alison and sheepishly said "I've wet myself. I hadn't realised how badly I needed to go and couldn't stop myself. Now, where were we?", and she sat back down and continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. Alison tried to ignore the fact that she could now see Susan's dark pubic hair through her wet knickers. When Susan got up to get a second bottle of wine Alison saw that the back of Susan's dress now had a large wet patch. She made her excuses (it's a work night, I should be going) and left. They made an arrangement to meet next Saturday. Susan didn't seem that sorry to see her go. As soon as the door was closed Susan began to feel very horny. She went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. She lifted her dress and thrust her hand into her wet knickers. The wetness increased her stimulation and it wasn't long before she climaxed. As she sat splayed on the toilet she realised she needed to wee again. Since her knickers were already wet there seemed no harm in weeing in them again, so Susan relaxed and felt warmth flooding into her knickers. It was a nice feeling, she realised, and knew she'd be wetting her knickers a lot more from now on. *** Alison lay awake in bed. She couldn't get over what she'd just seen. Her friend had wet herself, but instead of being mortified she'd treated it as an everyday occurrence. Most people, herself included, would have been slightly disgusted by such behaviour. Alison slept fitfully as the scene replayed itself in her head over and over again, Susan's wet crotch almost taunting her. *** The next morning Alison overslept. She barely had time to put on her clothes before she had to go to work. As a result, she arrived at the office absolutely bursting for a wee. She dashed into the toilets. Luckily there was a cubicle free. She just had enough time to pull her knickers down before she began to wee into the toilet. She sighed with relief. While Alison was weeing she heard two colleagues enter the bathroom. From their voices she recognised them as Cathy and Janet, two women from the same office as her. She couldn't help but overhear their conversation. "So what were you so desperate to tell me?" asked Janet. "I pissed my knickers this morning." whispered Cathy conspiratorially. "My husband had just left to take the kids to school when I began to need a piss. Almost immediately it got worse and I had to press my legs together. Then I had to hold myself, but I couldn't keep it in and pissed myself. As a matter of fact I've still got my wet knickers on." Alison heard the sound of a skirt being lifted and a gasp of astonishment from Janet. She'd stopped weeing by this point but didn't want her colleagues to know she'd overheard them. "Why didn't you take them off?" "I don't know, it just didn't occur to me." "But that's disgusting. Anyway, you've made me need the loo now, so if you'll excuse me". Janet crossed the bathroom and entered the cubicle on Alison's right. There was the sound of knickers being pulled down and Janet having a wee. While this was happening Cathy entered the cubicle on Alison's left, but after she sat down no noises came from the cubicle. Janet finished her wee, washed her hands, and left the bathroom. Alison was about to get up as well when she heard a squelching noise to her left, accompanied by heavy breathing from Cathy. Alison realised she was masturbating in her wet knickers. She felt her own nether regions become aroused, but she didn't dare join in. Cathy came quickly and then left the bathroom. Alison wondered what was going on. Cathy's story sounded very similar to what had happened to Susan. Had Susan also masturbated in her wet knickers, she thought. Alison left the bathroom and started work. She couldn't help but notice that Cathy was drinking more tea than normal, with a corresponding increase in the number of toilet breaks. She might have found it irritating except that Cathy also seemed to be working extra hard to compensate. In the afternoon Janet received a phone call. She had the desk next to Alison, who heard Janet's side of the call. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?" Janet thought this must be a prank call, though she didn't recognise the sultry female voice, but decided to play along. "Yes." "Are you alone?" "No, I'm at work in an open plan office." "What are you wearing?" "White blouse, black skirt, black knickers and tights." Somehow Alison knew at this point that Janet was just about to wet herself. "Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet" Janet was surprised that the caller knew this, and was also surprised to discover she did need a pee. She was sure she hadn't a moment ago. "In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?" Janet was beginning to panic now as she did indeed start squeezing her thighs together. She wanted to ask the caller how she knew this but instead could only manage a "No". "But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over" Janet jammed her free hand into the gusset of her knickers, trying to stop herself peeing. "But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your pee is on the verge of bursting out of you." Janet wanted to get up and run to the toilet, but somehow she couldn't. She was too desperate to move, and began jiggling uncontrollably. "You're going to pee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your pee will be forced into your knickers." Janet admitted defeat. She sighed and let the pee flow into her knickers. The pee pooled in her crotch and ran down the back of her skirt, down through her tights and into her shoes. "You will tell nearby colleagues what just happened. You will then excuse yourself and go to the bathroom, where you will feel a sudden urge to masturbate. Keep your wet knickers and skirt on. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same" The caller hung up. Alison couldn't believe it. This was exactly what had happened to Susan. Janet turned to Alison. "I just peed my knickers. I had a sudden urge to go and just couldn't hold it. Look." She lifted her skirt to show Alison her knickers. They were soaked, and we're clinging to Janet's intimate regions, which Alison was surprised to discover were shaved. She tried to look away but was somehow compelled to look at Janet's soaked knickers. Janet excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she proceeded to run into a cubicle, rip her tights off, and force her hand into her knickers, climaxing almost instantly. She threw her ruined tights away but kept her skirt and knickers on, and returned to work. Alison noticed Janet had kept her wet clothes on, but doubted she carried spares, so didn't say anything. She also noticed that Janet started joining Cathy on her tea breaks. She went for a wee just behind Janet at one point and saw her exchange a knowing look with Cathy as she came out of a cubicle. From the drips following Cathy along the floor she'd wet her knickers again. As Alison was doing her wee she heard strange noises coming from Janet's cubicle and knew she was also re-wetting her knickers. Then she heard noises similar to those she'd heard that morning and knew Janet was masturbating. Alison got out as quickly as possible. She no longer understood what was going on. That night Alison again slept poorly. This time she saw both Susan and Janet weeing in their knickers, and saw both of their crotches vividly displayed before her. That was the beginning of a very weird week for Alison. Every day she overslept and was forced to arrive at work with a bursting bladder. Every day another girl was boasting about how they'd wet themselves. Every afternoon someone would receive a phone call and would wee in their knickers moments later, before showing off their wet knickers and heading for the bathroom. And every night Alison would be taunted by dreams of the girls weeing themselves and flashing their wet crotches. On Tuesday Gemma arrived and announced to the entire office that she'd become desperate and peed herself as soon as she got in the car to go to work. On Wednesday Carol proclaimed that she'd pissed her jeans the previous evening, describing the wet patch in vivid detail. On Thursday Lizzie returned from her lunch break clutching a new pack of knickers, which was odd as she was well known for going commando, and proceeded to put on a pair, flashing half the office as she did so. She then clenched her thighs, grabbed her crotch, jiggled and wet herself. On Friday Lucy arrived in the office, only to freeze, bend her knees, grab her crotch and wee in her knickers. She then announced that she'd sprinkled in her lady garments, lifted her skirt to show off a dark triangle beneath, and run to the bathroom. Once a girl had wet herself once, that was it. She'd start drink more tea, and hang around with the other wet girls. When Alison tried to join in the conversation would stop and she'd be met with disapproving stares. The girls also spent an increased amount of time in the bathroom, wetting their knickers and masturbating several times a day. This placed a strain on the toilets, resulting in queues. Twice Alison came close to wetting herself waiting for a cubicle to become free, while being forced to listen to the sounds of fingers rubbing against wet knickers. The noises brought tingly sensations to Alison's intimate parts, and by the end of the day she'd be feeling very aroused and frustrated. By the end of the week, Alison was exhausted. She was feeling isolated at work as the other girls wouldn't talk to her any more. There was also a growing sense of inevitability. She knew she'd receive the phone call sooner or later, an event she thought of with a mixture of dread and anticipation. On Saturday evening Alison went back to Susan's. Susan was wearing the same black dress, and sat in the same immodest pose. Alison couldn't help staring at Susan's crotch, as her knickers had clearly been freshly weed in. She barely took in anything of what Susan was saying. After a while Alison excused herself and went to the toilet. After her wee she noticed a laundry basket in the corner. A sudden impulse made her look inside. She found several pairs of wee stained knickers, as well as a pair of jeans which were almost completely soaked. Alison left the bathroom and was greeted immediately by Susan holding her crotch. As soon as the door opened Susan rushed past Alison and sat on the toilet before weeing forcefully into her knickers. "Sorry, but you were in there a long time and I was busting." said Susan as she re-wet her knickers, her face becoming flushed as she did so. Alison realised that Susan was turned on by the experience. Susan finished her wee and started to breathe deeply. She wanted to masturbate, but hesitated as Alison was watching her. In the end though she was just too horny. She looked deep into Alison's eyes as she slowly slid a hand into her wet knickers and began to touch herself. Seeing Susan masturbating brought out Alison's frustrations from earlier in the week. It made her even more aroused than just listening to the girls at work had, and she felt her knickers becoming damp. Her heart started racing. She couldn't take her eyes off Susan's busy fingers as her own hand found its way unbidden into her jeans. She briefly tried to touch herself before finding her jeans too constricting, so she pulled them down around her ankles. She then slipped her hand inside her knickers. The two women watched each other masturbating, Alison stood in the doorway and Susan sat on the toilet. Each was spurred on by the actions of the other, and their breathing quickened in almost perfect unison. Susan came first, her soaking knickers helping her along. She threw back her head and began to moan loudly, before letting out a final scream and slumping forward. The sight of this set Alison off and she came forcefully in her knickers. Both girls looked at each other, panting slightly. As Alison realised what had just happened, she panicked. She quickly pulled her jeans on, and ran out of Susan’s flat. She heard Susan calling after her, but she ignored it. She had to get out of there as quickly as possible. Susan wasn’t satiated after watching Alison masturbate in her knickers. She called after Alison, but once she heard the door slam she knew Alison wasn’t coming back. Still feeling very horny, Susan sat back against the toilet and masturbated herself to another climax, hoping Alison would be introduced to the pleasures of wet knickers soon. Alison dashed home, shut the door behind her and leaned back against it, breathing heavily. There was something so wrong about what she’d just done, and yet her pussy was on fire. She ran into her bedroom, there her jeans off, and thrust her hand into her knickers. She was so horny she came almost instantly, and was still not satisfied. She went straight to bed, threw her clothes off, and spent the rest of her evening relieving the tensions of the previous week. That night Alison slept soundly, and woke up feeling much refreshed. She got dressed, and set about her tasks for the day. She was just about to make herself a coffee when the phone rang. Alison froze. Somehow, she knew this was it. She hesitated for a second, but realised she’d always be left wondering if she didn’t pick up. She crossed the room and answered the phone. "Hello?" A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?" Alison wanted to ask what this was all about, but found that she couldn’t. Instead, all she said breathlessly was “Yes". "Are you alone?" “Yes” "What are you wearing?" Alison knew where this was going. “Jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of grey knickers”. "Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet" Just like that, Alison felt a tingling in her bladder. Despite not having had that coffee yet, she needed a wee. "In fact, you're more desperate that you thought. You should really be squeezing your thighs together. You don't want to wet yourself now do you?" Alison crossed her legs. The feeling in her bladder was stronger now. She’d seen this enough times to know what was coming, but she still managed to breathe out a ”No". "But it's not working. You feel like you're going to wet yourself. You should hold your crotch with your free hand. You'll need to dash to the loo after this call is over" Alison felt a spasm of desperation. She clasped her legs even more tightly together and wriggled her free hand inside her jeans in a last ditch attempt to stave off the inevitable. "But it's no use. Even after we've finished, you won't make it in time. Your wee is on the verge of bursting out of you." Alison was dying for a wee now. She grabbed her crotch even harder and began to pant softly as she tried to avoid wetting herself. "You're going to wee now. With a huge sigh of relief, your wee will be forced into your knickers." Alison felt her hand become wet and knew she’d leaked. At the same time, she’d become so desperate she couldn’t hold on any more. “Ahhh” she sighed as she began to wee herself. She felt her knickers become wet around her crotch, pooling for a second before her wee ran down her thighs. Her jeans darkened, the warm stream tickling her pussy as her water cascaded down her legs. When Alison finished weeing, the voice on the phone began speaking again. “Oh dear. You’ve had an accident. Look how wet your jeans are.” Alison looked down, and saw that, yes, her jeans were soaked. The dark patch spread all the way down to her ankles. “But it’s not just your jeans. Your knickers must be soaked. You should pull down your jeans and have a look.” Slowly Alison undid her jeans and slid them over her hips, before looking down at her knickers. The front of them was much darker, and the wet patch clung to her pussy, giving her a slight camel toe. “My, they are wet. I bet they feel warm against your pussy. Give them a quick feel, see how wet they are.” Alison slowly brought her hand up to her knickers, and began to slowly rub herself through them. “They really are wet, aren’t they?” “Mmmm” Alison sighed softly into the phone. “This is turning you on, isn’t it” Alison hadn’t noticed, but now she thought about it, there was a pleasant tingly sensation in her crotch. “Yes” she whispered into the phone. “You’ve been a naughty girl and wet your knickers” Alison felt her arousal spike as she heard the words. Her breathing became ragged. “Yes” “Your breasts are straining for some attention. Lift up you t-shirt and give them a good squeeze”. Alison lifted her t-shirt to reveal her ample breasts. Her nipples were standing proudly to attention and she began to caress one with her free hand. Her breathing quickened and she felt herself start to blush. “This is really turning you on now. You need to put you hand in your wet knickers and feel just how turned on you are.” Alison put her hand inside her knickers. They were slippery with a different kind of wetness. “Your pussy could really use some attention.” Alison began to rub herself. She could feel the blood rushing to her nether regions, and knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. “You’re getting close to orgasm now, aren’t you?” “Yes” “It feels good wetting your knickers, doesn’t it?” “Yes” “You’ll definitely be doing this again, won’t you?” “YES” “When you orgasm, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to wee. Keep your wet knickers and jeans on. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same" “YES!” “Well done. You’re going to cum now.” The voice on the other end hung up the phone. Alison screamed as her orgasm tore through her. Her head shook violently as she fell to her knees and came, and came, and came. When Alison came round, she saw what had happened. She was lying in a puddle on the carpet, breasts exposed, wearing wet knickers and jeans soaked through with wee. She was also surprised she needed to wee again, right now. Alison briefly contemplated getting up, but realised she was’t going to make it to the toilet. With a soft sigh, she relaxed and weed through her knickers for a second time. She felt a tingly sensation between her legs as she did so. When she was finished, Alison began to caress herself with one hand as she reached for her phone with the other. “Susan, it’s Alison. This is a little bit embarrassing but, I’ve wet my knickers.”

Prologue I Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, slowly sipping her iced tea in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She brushed her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pulling it back into a ponytail. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Still have your face glued in the screen, huh? We should probably be out of here soon, the university wants all the buildings closed off by 10 tonight. They are the one's paying for our little experiment after all." Jean motioned for the blonde haired woman standing behind her to come over and look at the screen. "Ashley, come over here. I think i found the frequency we're looking for. I'm going to test it before i leave." Ashley walked over to the now furiously typing Jean to see the screen. She put her hand to her chin before speaking. "That looks an awful lot like the one that caused a short and fried the power for the whole building last time we fired this thing up. Besides, we should really wait for Donovan to be here. He won't be happy if he knows you're doing things under his nose... again." "Donovan, Donovan!" Jean growled. "That bastard took most of the credit for the paper that got us the funding for this, a paper i did most of the math for, mind you. I'll be damned if i let him take credit for any more of my work." Ashley put her fingers to her temples. "Listen, it's late. We need to be out of here in 30 minutes. Lets just wait and check the math tomorrow. Besides you should get home, see Ja..." Ashley's eyes got wide as she caught herself in what she just said. Jean abruptly stopped typing. "I'm sorry!" Ashley said. "I forgot about Jack-" Jean interrupted. "Forgot that Jack was screwing some dumb bimbo behind my back? I almost did too, thank you very much for reminding me!" Jean said with a sarcastic edge as she returned to her typing. She stood up and opened the door leading into a room behind a window in front of the computer she was working at. "I don't think you're understanding this Ash, we could be seconds away from rewriting all of quantum mechanics." She placed two small rods of quartz into two champers on opposite sides of the small, otherwise empty room. "Linking two objects on the quantum level, sharing energy, information, everything across infinite distance. I could end up in the history books for this." She raised the back of her hand, extending her middle finger, towards a portrait of a man with black hair and a goatee. "I don't want to let Donovan end up there instead of me." "Hey, at least you would be the subject of a documentary about underappreciated female scientists 60 years from now." Ashley said with a awkward laugh. "Yes, thats more than enough." Jean said, rolling her eyes. She walked back into the larger room and shut the metal door behind her before sitting back down at the computer, "Hey, hey, it was just a joke. Listen, just sleep on this, you might catch a problem. I don't want to get chewed out again-" "What was that? Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of destiny calling!" Jean yelled before hitting one final key on the computer. Sparks of lightning shot from the two chambers in the machine. Jean smiled widely as a blue light filled the room. "Ha! Look at these readings, i told you this would work!" She stared down at the screen as the two rods began to vibrate in synchronicity. The sound of warning alarms filled the room. Ashley stepped back. "Somethings wrong, shut it down and get out of here!" Ashley yelled. Jean looked at the brilliant azure light emanating from the chamber. A bolt of blue electricity beamed from the chamber, penetrating the radiation shielding glass, and striking her directly. Jean fell to the ground as the world went back. "Jean? Jean!" Ashley yelled. "Oh God, i think her heart stopped! I need to call a doctor! I need too- I need too_" Ashley said as she started to hyper ventilate. Jean slowly sat up from the ground. "Shut up, you're making my headache 10,000,000% worse." Jean groaned. Her vision split for a second, showing three identical copies of everything in the room, save for Ashley, who's copies differed slightly, having one with pastel clothing and another with a denim skirt instead of her usual pants, and the paining of Donovan which looked the same in one copy while having a picture of a woman that looked like Jean in another. Before she could process anything, her vision returned to normal. "I think that hit me harder than i thought." She said before standing up. "Oh thank God, i thought you where dead." Ashley said before pulling Jean into a hug. "Don't scare me that way again!" "I'll try not to piss off Zeus again" she said with a chuckle, being interrupted by her pounding headache. "More importantly, how's the computer... and why are all the lights off?" she asked looking around. "I tripped the breakers again, didn't I?" "I hope that's all. But we need to get you to the hospital, who knows what that freaky blue lightning did to you." "Relax, i feel fine, just a little light headed. I just need to sleep it off." Jean said. She started towards the door before feeling a strong and previously unnoticed pang in her abdomen. Her knees clasp tightly together as she suddenly became aware of a need she wasn't aware of a few moments ago. "Damn, near death experiences take a number of you old girl." she thought to herself. She contemplated walking to the restroom before Ashley chimed in. "At least let me drive you home, and promise to go to the hospital if you feel bad." Jean adjusted her stance and nodded. "Sure, i don't feel like walking back now anyway." The two of the shuffled down to Ashley's car and began the five minute drive back to her apartment. She shakily sad down in the seat, letting her arms fall limp as she leaned back. Her needs began growing uncomfortably quickly. feeling a sudden desire to shove her hands between her legs. "Did that shock weaken my muscles or something? Should be temporary but it's weird." She thought to herself in a mixture of concern and scientific curiosity. Ashley pulled into the parking lot of Jean's apartment building. Before Ashley could say anything, Jean shot up and out the door. "See you later Ash, thanks for the ride!" Jean ran up to the door of the building and hastily swiped her card before running in. She turned at the elevator and ran to the lobby's bathroom. After she walked in, her head began to pound furiously again. Her vision split again, turning some of the stalls into changing tables and others into what she though were urinals. "What the fu..." She thought to herself as her body shivered. She was snapped out of her daze by a slight feeling of warm dampness growing between her legs. "OH MAN!" she squealed before shoving her hands between her legs, causing her slightly damp panties to press up against her womanhood. "Did i just piss myself?!" She thought to herself, looking down to inspect the damage. She saw a small, almost unnoticeable dark spot on her pants. "I hope no one sees that before i go up to my room." She regained her strength as her split vision returned to normal. She removed her hands from between her legs and hastily walked to the nearest stall. She yanked down her pants and underwear and slammed down on the toilet seat before releasing a torrent into the bowel beneath her. "I really need to stop putting this off when i'm working." She thought t herself. Having rectified her situation, she ran up to the elevator and road it to her room on the 7th floor. She walked in and pealed off her clothes after locking the door. She climbed into her empty king sized bead and stared over to the top drawer of her nightstand. "Well..." she said as she opened the drawer "at least i can use one of these without him giving me that stupid look of his." She said, pulling out a vibrator from the drawer. She turned it on, moving it past her waist just as her head began to bang again. "Not again, maybe i should go to the doctor..." Prologue II Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, chugging a beer in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She pull her shoulder length her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pushing it back behind her. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Looking up porn on the job huh, just because no one else is here at this hour, doesn't mean you should do it." A blonde haired woman in a skirt and lab coat joked with a chuckle. The quip brought back embarrassing memories of the time Jean was caught looking at porn in the library computer after working all night on a project. "Oh shut up cunt, remember i'm technically your boss." Jean quipped back. "Keep telling yourself that, the only one that treats you like you're in charge in Donovan." The blonde woman said as she walked over to the screen. "Well, maybe i should kick you and give him your job Ashley." "Ha, replace me with that dumb stud, you're hilarious." Ashley joked, looking down at the screen. "By the way, the bean counters at the university told me to tell you to leave for the night. They want to shut up all the buildings soon." "But i'm sooo close!" Jean yelled. "I found the code that'll do it, i know it." "Is this like all the other times you found the code?" "Nothing at all like those, thank you. I'll do it tonight. I know it." Jean said, placing two quartz rods into separate chambers inside a room behind the computer. "Shouldn't you just wait, we need to leave soon. Besides that math looks a little... shaky. Maybe you should sleep on this? Besides, don't you think Jacky boy will get lonely? I swear if i had a boyfriend with a jaw line like that i wouldn't be staying late at work." Ashley said looking up from the computer. Jean slammed the metal door behind her before walking over to the computer. "Did i touch a nerve?" Ashley asked. "I found out yesterday that he was cheating on me so i kicked him out." Jean growled. "Oh... Sorry, i didn't-" "I don't want to talk about it, help me fire this thing up. This is going to be one for the history books." Jean yelled as she typed in a final line of code. As Ashley pulled a leaver on the other side of the room, sparks of lightning erupted from the twin chambers, filling the room with a deep red glow. The two began celebrating as the readings from the two rods began to synchronize. "I told you it was going to work!" Jean yelled. As she started recording the readings from the experiment, a warning alarm began to sound. Jean started frantically typing away. "What the fuck?" Ashley stepped back. "It's gonna blow, get down!" Jean looked into the chamber as a bolt of Crimson lightning erupted out towards her, striking her, knocking her several feet back and to the ground. "Jean? Jean! This isn't funny, get up!" Ashley yelled, picking Jean's seemingly lifeless body up from the ground. "We've got to get you to the hospital." "I'm.... I'm fine." Jean said, stepping away from Ashley. "Uggg, my head. I feel like i was hit by a fucking Sam truck." "Don't scare me like that again Jean! I though you fucking died." Ashley yelled. "Just a little static discharge." Jean said, shaking her head. Her vision seemed to momentarily distort and split, replacing the picture of herself she had on the wall with a portrait of one of their assistants Donovan and splitting Ashley into three copies, one with pants and another with a almost childish pastel outfit. "The fuck?" she asked to herself before her vision returned to normal. "You want to go to this hospital?" Ashley asked. "No, the only medicine i need is served out of a shaker, want to stop at AJ's? It's on both our way's home." Jean asked, wrapping a scarf around her neck. Ashley shook her head for a moment. "Only you would want to get drunk after being struck by lightning." Ashley quipped. "So you don't want to get sloshed?" Jean asked "Fuck no, of course i want to go for a drink, but i wasn't the one struck by fucking lightning." Ashley said, replacing her lab coat with a normal winter coat. The two of them walked out into the winter cold, departing on a short walk to the nearest bar. AJ's, a bar known for being the closest bar to a college, and for little else. They stormed into the nearly empty bar and sat down in their usual seats. They's become a bit of a fixture by this point, coming in nearly every weekday at around this time, usually complaining about something or sharing ideas. The bar tender Rebekah strolled around to them. "Let me guess, hurricane and a bloody marten?" She asked. "Something harder, i don't want to remember the last 37 hours." Jean said. The two of them sat their for the next half an hour, swamping stories, immature jokes, and more than a few complains about men. "I tell you" Jean said before hiccuping "I don't know what he expected. He wanted more commitment? Really? I wasn't hunting for side dick or anything! It was him or nothin! It didn't mater if he wasn't in the mood or something, i did my part!" She yelled swinging her empty glass around. "Fill her up again!" "I don't know, men are fucking... gay right?" Ashley said with a laugh. "They're, like, so confusing. Sometime i wish i was a lesbian, then i wouldn't have to deal with their bullshit!" "Yeah!" Jean said. "That'd be awesome! Except for the whole fucking chicks part, but everything else sounds great! "Yeah, how the fuck does that even work? Like do they just..." Ashley clapped her hands together and rubbed them up and down with a laugh. "Yeah. FUCK MEN! wait... DON'T FUCK MEN!" Jean yelled Rebekah gestured at the two of them. "I'm cutting both of you off now, go home." "Fuck you, cunt!" Jean yelled. "I decide when i've had enough! And i haven't had enough yet! More Boooooze!" Jean yelled. Ashley grabbed her shoulder. "Nah, nah, we should go Jean. it's late and i'm sleepy." "Fine, but i'm gonna get... Twice as drunker tomorrow!" Jean said as she stumbled outside. The two of them stumbled their way down the street towards their respective homes as Jean felt a nagging feeling between her legs. Jean stopped and set her hand on a tree before making sure the streets were empty and turning away from the road. "Hold on, i need to piss." Jean pulled the front of her skirt up, revealing a tight fitting pair of panties with a slit in the front that was buttoned closed. She undid the button with her free hand while her other hand supported her weight against the tree. She moved her fingers into a V shape in front of her slit and spread her legs before sighing and releasing a clear stream onto the tree. "Ahhhhh..." She looked over her shoulder to see that Ashley was doing the same thing on the side of a nearby building. Her head hurt for a second, causing Ashley to appear in threes again, one that was squating, and another that looked almost like she was wearing a- Her focus was broken, causing her hand to move, splashing her dying stream on her panties and her left stocking. "Fuck!" she shouted, abruptly stopping her stream. Her vision returned to normal. "Did you just piss yourself!" Ashley said with a laugh. "Shut up cunt!" Jean said as she walked towards her apartment. A short journey plagued by minor headaches lead her back to her apartment. She road the elvator up to her apartment, rushing through the door hoping that no one would see her. Jean pealed all of her clothes off and jumped into bed. She pulled her laptop into bed and turned it on, opening a incognito window. "I still don't know why i bother with these, it's not like anyone will check my search history." She surfed through video's for a few minutes, slowly massaging herself underneath her blanket. As she landed on a video of a man in a nurse uniform being pinned down by a woman playing the role of a escaped mental patient, her head started to throb again. "Uggg, i feel tired all of a sudden..." Prologue III... coming sometime later this week. And yes, the fact that they both get clam jammed is a joke about prologues not having a climax.

Hello everyone! Here´s a little omo themed story. The first two parts feature desperation and masturbation. There will be a third part which will also include wetting. I´ll post it as soon as it´s finished. Feedback is much appreciated. Have fun reading! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A naughty little Friday habit She closed the door behind her in a hurry, put her purse down and quickly slipped out of her shoes. Then she darted into the bathroom, yanked her pantyhose and panties down and dropped on the toilet. A powerful stream started immediately and wouldn´t stop for the next minute. Vicky signed in release. And what a release that was. Vicky had been playing again. She has been a fan of desperation and holding for the longest time but ever since she moved and got her job at the marketing company three months ago, she was actively experimenting with her kink more often than in any other phase of her life before. Vicky was 24 and her flat was her first own place without any room mates, siblings or whatever. And as much as she liked partying and company when going out, she embraced her privacy at home. It had become her naughty little Friday habit to not go to the bathroom at work after the lunch break and then continuously drink and get more and more desperate over the rest of her working hours. It gave Vicky a particular rush to be in situations where she had to hide her need. Today, it had been a real struggle at the end of the ~30 min train ride from the city center where her workplace was to her station. The following 2 km bike distance she had from there to her home had been completed in record speed. She recalled how her legs were slightly shaking when she had entered the house both desperation-induced and from her Tour-de-France bike riding effort. Luckily, the multi-story building had an elevator which quickly bought her to the fourth floor where her flat was. "That was a close call", Vicky said while the last dribbles escaped from her tingling labia. She cleaned herself and got up. A look in the mirror revealed to Vicky that her cheeks were a little red from arousal. "Yeah, that´s what a Friday afternoon of omo-fun can do to you", she playfully whispered to herself. "You naughty girl." Vicky giggled. There were no plans to meet up with friends this evening, so she had all the time in the world for some intimacy. And, even more importantly, she was sooo in the mood. So only minutes later Vicky found herself lying in bed, cozy under her blanked in only her panties. Her fantasy was running wild and so were her fingers… Imagine… Three weeks later… Vicky has had a tremendously good week. She had been at her parents´ house to celebrate the graduation of her younger sister Erica the previous weekend. Seeing her family and some old friends from home had given her a real boost. Work was going with a click of her fingers. She had felt welcomed at her job from the start but during the past weeks she felt even more like a part of the group and honest friendships with two of her female colleagues had started to form. Today was Friday. Vicky was hectically clicking through a spreadsheet to collect some numbers she needed for a power-point-presentation she was eager to complete before the weekend. It was 14:40 and she was almost about 1.5 Liters in since her lunch break. The week before she couldn´t engage in her tradition because of her trip to her family. Needless to say that she would this Friday. And Vicky was feeling ambitious and confident today. Maybe even a bit overconfident due to her overly positive last few weeks. Definitely overconfident. It was now 15:35. Vicky was sitting at her desk nice and composed. But she knew that was only for now. There was no way she would be able to hold her pee for the rest of her workday plus her way back home. That would be almost two hours from now! Although she had stopped drinking more about half an hour ago, the pressure in her bladder was continuously building. So, Vicky came to the realization that she ether had to end her hold or… or she could try to make up an excuse and leave work early. She had completed all necessary tasks for today. She didn´t really have time to make up her mind as her boss peeked through the open door and knocked on the door frame. Vicky quivered imperceptibly caught in her lewd thoughts. "Hey Vicky, I just wanted you to know A): Awesome work this week, the thing with Banks & Carlsen was great, great job there. And B): There will be software updates getting installed starting in about five minutes. Sorry for the short notice, I kind of messed up the communication with that IT guy. Yeah, and that will probably take a while, about two hours or so. So just finish and save what ever you are doing and then you can call it a day. OK?" "OK, thank you. Have a good weekend then!" "Yes, you too." Vicky couldn´t believe her luck. There was no giving up now. She shut down her office computer, tidied up her desk a bit and drank the last gulps of her water bottle emptying it completely. Then she got going. She only realized how badly she really had to pee when walking down the stairs at the main train station. Even though her workday was cut short the train ride kind of made Vicky nervous. "I think I might have overdone it this time. Why do I keep putting myself through this again?", she thought to herself. But she of course knew it all too well. "Yeah, because it´s freaking hot, that´s why", she admitted. The departure was not delayed but it didn´t line up as usual when she leaves work at 17:00 so there was a 15-minute-wait. Sitting in the train struggling to keep a straight face was usually the time when Vicky´s desperation would mix with horniness. And today was no different. When she finally got of the train and hopped on her bike Vicky could tell that her panties were slightly creamed. Racing home was like a little déjà vu. "Hold it, hold it, close call, close call. So close. Almost there." She parked and locked her bike at her usual spot outside. When she entered the building where she lived to rush to the elevator, her heart skipped a beat. Mike was standing in the elevator and put a foot in the door when he saw Vicky. "Oh nooo. Why now? That can´t be true…", Vicky screamed internally. She wasn´t very keen on sharing an elevator when being at a solid 9/10. Especially not with Mike. Vicky and Mike were not exactly strangers. Mike was a super handsome guy, 27 years old from what Vicky remembered, and lived in the same building. He moved in about two weeks after Vicky and had a flat on the fifth floor directly over her flat. Same size, same cut, same everything. She knew this because about two months back there had been a BBQ-party where all the people from this house, about 30, had met for beer and chit-chat. And BBQ of course. Vicky and Mike, being the new ones, kind of had connected and after some talking and some beers had ended up making out at his place afterwards. Neither of the two had made a move for the following weeks so to say and so there was not much conversation going on besides the occasional "hey" in the hallway. Right now, Mike seemed to be getting some furniture up to his flat. There was a big armchair and a floor lamp standing close to and a heavy looking wooden commode standing on a platform dolly already in the elevator. He waved her. Vicky couldn´t just ignore him and take the stairs. That would have been too rude. And he was such a likeable guy. So, she focused and pulled herself together. "You can do it", she told herself and squeezed in. "Hey, how are you?", Mike asked. "Haven´t seen you in a bit." Mike pressed "4" for her. Vicky tried her best to smile. "Good. You?" "Oh, I´m fine. Thanks for asking. I just bought all this stuff for 15 $. Can you imagine?", Mike replied. At this moment the elevator started moving upwards. Vicky´s semi smile was blown away. She really had to concentrate to not double over and press her hands into her crotch. She couldn´t recall a moment when she had been as acutely aware of her bladder before. She couldn´t answer his question. He went on after a few seconds of silence: "Great, eh?" Vicky wasn´t even looking at Mike. Instead she stood tensely and stared at a spot on the elevator door. "Are you mad at me or something? Listen… I know I should have… you know… but I wasn´t sure if you…" The elevator came to a halt at the fourth floor. The wave that hit her when the elevator started moving subsided. Vicky didn´t want Mike to feel bad but now was just not the time. "I, I…uhm. Sorry." As soon as the door opened, she darted out leaving a confused Mike behind. Vicky was feeling confused herself. There was a mixture of panic and embarrassment, even though nothing had happened, which both fueled her desperation-induced arousal even more. And she also felt guilty for freezing Mike off. "Well, that could´ve hardly went any more awkwardly." But for now, that was not the number one priority. The number one priority was staying dry on the last ten meters. And sometimes the last ten can be the hardest as Vicky´s bladder seemed to have developed a sixth sense for when a toilet is in reach. It needed all her effort to get the key in the lock, finally get into the safety of her flat and onto the toilet for a much awaited pee. Vicky proverbially exploded. "Oh gooosh. Pure bliss." While the hissing and gushing went on, she could feel her nipples getting hard. Her stream was still going strong but Vicky could not resist and started carefully touching herself. The feedback her vagina gave her was out of this world. Her fingers felt wet hotness between her legs and Vicky involuntarily moaned loudly. Breathing heavily she could smell her scent which turned her on even more. A shiver went through her entire body when a magic half a minute later the flood gates finally closed. Vicky could tell she was already close to a climax. Meeting Mike in the elevator really had added to her risky adventure. "Imagine not being able to stand still in front of him and dancing in obvious desperation. Oh god, so hot. Or imagine… loosing a spurt or two with him present, or even loosing complete control and having an accident with Mike noticing. Ohhh, you naughty thing." Just the thought of it mad Vicky blush and a few more intense strokes pushed her over the edge. With her climax approaching, just seconds away, she jumped from the toilet and fell onto her knees while still pleasuring herself with one hand. She was bent over resting on her knees and forearm, shoes still on, panties and pantyhose around her ankles, and looking at herself in the full size bathroom mirror when it finally rushed over her. It was an orgasm Vicky wouldn’t forget so soon.

So earlier this evening, Alice was desperate and relaxing on the bed. She was really desperate, but she just couldn't be bothered to get up to pee when as she was so comfy. Or maybe she just likes to tease me! She is so happy when she can just totally relax her bladder whenever she feels horny. At least self isolating is not too boring! 😍 Heres the link, hooe you all enjoy: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e87b55d062ed

(It's a long one people!) Mike pressed his legs together in the car as he drove. The traffic had been banking up for a while now, and he'd chosen today, of all days to challenge himself to a hold. He woken up that morning hornier than he'd been in a long time and ready for a bit of fun, and had set the intention to hold in his morning piss as long as he could. He hadn't expected work to get so busy. And he hadn't expected to be able to hold it all day. But with the amount of work he'd had on, he'd completely forgotten to drink anything substantial. He'd hadn't even had a coffee until the afternoon, when the temp had brought around a coffee order to the office. He'd been sitting on a full bladder all day, but it wasn't until he'd started on the coffee that he started to get truly uncomfortable. He'd spent the rest of the afternoon squirming as he sipped his coffee, and though he was fairly desperate by the end of his shift, he wasn't ready to end his fun. The drive home was another hour, and he could definitely hold that long. In fact, he could hold longer if he needed. That wouldn't do. He wanted to be truly and utterly dying by the time he got back to his house. He hated holding when he had the option to pee in a toilet. It was much more exciting for him if he had to hold it. And driving was the perfect excuse. For the first time in months, he had the house to himself, and he planned to have as much fun as he could. So just as he left the office, Mike grabbed himself a large bottle of water. If his timing was right, he could drink it over the hour's drive home and be close to exploding as he drove into his driveway. His bladder gave a sharp twinge as he looked at the water. Soon, all of that would be inside of him, making its way to his already stretched bladder. He gave it a poke as he passed by the toilets on the way out, and had to stop to give himself a squeeze through his pocket. His bladder was round, and protruding, but there was still a little give in it. Perfect. The drive home was going to be just what he needed after months of constant company. Finally, he could indulge himself. During the first half of his drive, Mike steadily drank the liter bottle of water until it was finished, eager to begin the real test. As he downed the last of the bottle he threw the empty in the back so he wouldn't be tempted to use it later, and it was then that his bladder gave its first sharp spasm. Mike gasped, and grabbed himself through his pants. His belly was distended enough now that the waistband of his trousers was uncomfortable. He gave his belly a cautious prod, and felt the tautness just underneath his skin. He was close to capacity now. By the time he got home in half an hour, he'd be absolutely frantic. Mike frowned. There was a chance he might not make it. After holding all day, his bladder was getting fairly tired. But underneath his worry was excitement. He squirmed a bit in his seat and felt the shock waves reverberate around his bladder. He was going to be so desperate by the time he got home. He would have to hold it in until then, though. It was a company car, so he definitely couldn't allow himself to piss his pants. It was going to be a close one, but he had no other choice. He hadn't accounted for the traffic. Five minutes after he finished the water, the traffic on the freeway slowed to a crawl. Mike swore and painfully put his foot on the brake. The movement put more pressure on his bladder. At least he had an automatic, or he'd really be in trouble. The cars were backed up over the rise of the hill, and until he crested it, there was no way of telling how far it went on. His bladder throbbed dully, and he shifted in his seat to contain it. Hopefully it wasn't a long delay. He would be pushing it to get home, even if the way was clear. If he had to wait any longer, he would be in serious, serious trouble. He might even have to abandon his trip and pull in to a public toilet. At the thought of releasing early, his bladder cramped. Mike groaned loudly, twisting his thighs together and bending over the steering wheel to keep control. He could feel the litre of water he'd drank slowly trickling into his system. The slosh of water in his stomach promised much more to come. He didn't know if he had room for any more. The cars started to creep forward, and Mike whined under his breath as he accelerated at an alarmingly slow rate. The crest of the hill was just ahead. The cars stopped again, and Mike fidgeted in his seat. He was close to an 8 out of 10, he thought. Maybe a bit over. But whatever happened, he couldn't wet in the car. It would soak right through the material seats and he'd never get the smell out in time to hand it back over to the boss tomorrow. Another trickle of the water forced its way into his tight bladder, and it had Mike thrusting in his seat to try and relieve the discomfort. He was really getting desperate now. The cars crept forward again, and Mike crested the hill. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed like it was his own personal mantra. There looked to be a crash about a kilometre ahead, forcing the traffic down from four lanes to two. It had taken him about 5, torturous minutes to move less than 100 metres. It was going to take him an extra thirty minutes at least to get through the traffic, let alone all the way home. Mike was already jiggling in his seat. He'd never make it that far. He'd just have to try and hold on until the next exit and find a McDonald's or something. It was his only chance. He turned on the radio for some distraction. It gave him a beat to squirm to at least. But every tree on the nature strip was already calling out to him, and the sloshing of water in his belly was lessening as it made its way though him. His bladder clamped down again, hard. Mike grabbed his dick and squeezed, tensing his muscles against the onslaught. The cars moved forward another 50 meters, and he held himself until they stopped again. His pants were making creases in his belly now, his bladder protruding grossly from underneath his skin. It looked like he had swallowed a football. It felt like he had swallowed a cannon ball. He barely pressed his fingers to his abdomen and could not make a dent without doubling over as the urine forced its way into his urethra. His bladder was so tight it had no give. Mike undid his trousers, to ease the pressure. It didn't help. Even his, normally loose-fitting underwear was unbearable against his skin. They moved forward another 100 meters. The music wasn't helping any more. He needed to piss. Now. He'd never needed to piss so badly before - not when he hadn't been free to wet himself. But he couldn't piss here. He absolutely couldn't. Mike fanned his thighs so vigorously they could have started a fire. Urine pushed at the opening of his urethra as he squeezed his cock in a death grip. “Don't piss, don't piss, don't piss,” he chanted, as if it would help. Another squirt of the water entered his bladder, and the pressure at the base of his cock became unbearable. He moaned in one, long, broken sound as he fought back against the waves of urgency. The wave passed, and he went back to fanning his legs frantically. The cars moved forward another 100 meters. Mike was letting out little hums of utter desperation with each out breath. It was impossible. He couldn't last much longer. But somehow, he had to. Just until he could reach an exit. Just another 700m and he'd be free of the traffic. His bladder cramped again, and he tensed every muscle until he was shaking. He could feel himself start to sweat under the strain. Piss was forcing its way to the tip of his penis, making him half hard with desperation. Mark groaned as he made it past the cramp dry. He didn't know how much more he could endure. It was only a matter of time now. The cars moved forward another 50 meters and stopped. Mark couldn't stop moving in his seat. If he stopped, he would absolutely piss himself. But he couldn't allow it. He couldn't piss in the company car. He absolutely couldn't. Even though every nerve was screaming at him to let go, and every drop of water that moved from his stomach to his bladder threatened to make him explode, he had to hold it. He had no other choice. His bladder cramped down long and hard again, trying its best to empty itself. Mark bent double against the agony, and squeezed himself so hard he was afraid he'd do permanent damage. The part of him that was excited for the hold was now terrified of not making it as he panted and shook with the strain. Despite his best efforts, he felt a trickle spurt past his grip to wet his underwear. Every part of his body begged him to let it continue. All he had to do was accept his defeat and he could be emptying himself torrents upon torrents of pee. But Mike growled and grunted, and tightened his defenses further, cutting off the trickle with herculean effort. He could hold it. He had to hold it. The next wave came within seconds of the last one, and in that moment, Mark knew was wrong. He couldn't hold it. Fuck. His bladder was already rock solid, and trying to fit more in every minute. Every movement sent ripples of exquisite pain through his bladder, which was now looking more like a basketball from above. The piss was pressing at his opening with the force of a tidal wave, and all that was stopping it was his hand, his pretzeled legs, and his quivering muscles. He needed to piss. Now. The cars moved forward another 50 meters, and another spurt broke free of his control as he maneuvered the brake and the accelerator. For a second, he teetered on the brink of release, before he clawed it back. Beads of sweat coursed down his forehead, as he panted and whined with every breath. He looked around the car frantically. There had to be something he could use, anything. Then he spied the water bottle. It was in the far corner of the back seat. If he stretched, maybe he could reach it. He had to try. So he undid his seat-belt, and reclined his seat. Every movement he made caused his bladder to scream. He couldn't release his dick. He couldn't hold it in without his hand any more. Slowly, Mike stretched backwards towards the water bottle. His bladder, already past capacity, had no room to stretch. His stomach muscles pressed down on it as he reached, and Mike could start to feel himself losing it. “No, no, no, no,” he chanted and sat up, clamping down on his penis with both hands as his opening fluttered. A thin dribble spurted out. Tears flowed freely down his face as he fought tooth and nail to hold on. An extra push, and he was able to stop the stream. He let out a sob at the effort. A wet patch the side of a saucer had appeared on the front of his trousers. The cars moved forward another 100 meters. He somehow managed to drive forward while keeping both hands buried in his crotch. When he stopped, he noticed the coffee cup in his center console. It was half full. His bladder cramped down hard again as he spied relief. But what was in the cup didn't leave much for him to release. If he started, he wouldn't be able to stop again that soon. He knew it. There was only one other option. If he poured it out the window, everyone would know what he was doing. He'd have to drink it first. Mike didn't even think twice. Even as his tired bladder clamped down in agony around the oceans of piss he was holding in, he grabbed the cup and started to swallow. Every mouthful felt like it was going directly into his bladder. He could feel his muscles start to give way. Suddenly he felt strangely tingly and numb, and he knew. This was it. He couldn't hold it back any more. As the last mouthful passed his lips, Mike fumbled the cup down to his fly, glad that he'd already undid his pants. He could feel the pee starting to burst out from beneath his clenched fingers as he fought to free his cock. He could hear himself letting out little hmm's of distress as he tried to hold it back just a second longer. The moment he angled the tip of his penis into the cup, a torrent of piss exploded from him. He moaned in ecstasy as he finally relaxed his control. Piss frothed and splattered in the bottom of coffee cup as he panted in orgasmic relief. But it wasn't to last. The coffee cup was filling fast, and he wasn't ready. He still needed to piss so badly, and his bladder had now had a taste of relief. It didn't want to stop. But he had to. Slowly, and painfully, he clamped down his trembling muscles and regained control of his bladder. His stream started to thin as it got to the top, and finally came to a stop. Urgency pulsed through him, begging him to let go again. He couldn't help the sob that escaped him. But he held the urine back. His muscles were tired, but his bladder had regained a bit of its elasticity. He was still fidgeting, but he didn't need to hold himself. He might even make it all the way home now. The cars ahead started to move, and Mike stowed his cup in the cup holder and inched forward. It took him another 20 minutes to clear the traffic jam, and the water he'd drunk had steadily been joining the rest of the liquid in his bladder. He was nearing capacity again, but the open road had given him new hope. It was only another 25 minutes until he got home. He could wait that long. Especially now he was moving at a steady pace. 10 minutes later, and he needed to hold himself again. Just 15 minutes left to go. He could probably make that. As he saw the exit marker on the freeway, 7 kilometers, he felt the first leak dribble out. Fuck. Mike jiggled in his seat as a new wave of urgency hit him. He needed a new plan. His cock was stiff with desperation, half visible through the wet material of his underwear. It gave him an idea. Mike started to squeeze and stroke himself, trying to get hard. It might buy him a few more minutes. His bladder was constricting inside him, trying its best to empty itself, but he squeezed harder, then kept on stroking. The pleasure of stimulation warred with the agony of desperation as he drove. Every minute was a countdown to getting home. 5 minutes now. He turned off the freeway and stopped at the traffic lights. He fisted himself as covertly as he could, knowing that if he stopped, even for a second, he would lose it. His bladder, had gone from throbbing to one continuous cramp. His muscles were tiring rapidly. His erection, though as close to orgasm as he could allow, was struggling to maintain itself. A quarter of his being wanted urgently to give in to his impending orgasm, but the rest of him desperately needed to release the torrent of piss boiling inside his over-stretched bladder. Right now. Mike stroked himself slower and slower as he teetered on the edge. He was barely hard any more, but if he grabbed himself any tighter and forced it, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming. Every bump and brake made his bladder scream, and push at its confines. But he was so close. He was just two streets away. Mike started counting the minutes home. Just one more minute. You can wait one more minute. He was barely touching himself with more than a finger now, holding back his orgasm as fiercely as he was denying his bladder. Just 30 more seconds. He could see his driveway now. His bladder shuddered as the cold coffee he'd drunk forced its way in. It felt fit to burst. His muscles were overwrought with the need to cum, and the need to hold it back. Mike pulled into his driveway, whimpering and rocking back and forth as he waited for the garage door to open. Being so close to relief seemed to increase his urgency ten fold. He needed to piss. Now! He gripped the tip of his cock and stroked once, just enough to stave it off, and almost came instead. As the garage door opened, his heart dropped. His room mate's car was still parked inside. Both Jade and Dean should have left this morning for the festival. He'd seen them go. Here he was, seconds away from exploding, and he had company. Somehow, he drove the car into the garage next to his room mate's car and pressed the button to close the door. Before the garage door had even closed, Mike jumped out of the car. He immediately bent double, and squeezed his legs together. He was barely two steps from the car when he felt his muscles start to give way. “No, no, no,” he whispered, and grabbed his cock in a death grip. The grinding of his hand in his crotch brought his impending orgasm to the fore. He couldn't hold it back much longer. “Mikey, is that you home?” he heard Jade call from the garden. He locked up every muscle he knew he had and choked back a pained cry. He couldn't piss in the garden where she could see. And he couldn't wet himself now. Not in front of them. He embarrassed himself enough in front of his hot room mate without wetting himself like a baby in front of her. He prayed to whatever gods he knew that he could get through to the toilet without her stopping him, or he'd have no chance. A trickle of piss sprang forth from his cock as he gripped it tight, his bladder finally demanding payment. With as much speed as he could muster, he made for the back door, holding himself painfully tight inside his pocket. Piss pushed at the tip of his cock with an urgency that made him shudder. His muscles started to go numb, and he could feel himself losing the fight again. Without looking back, he bolted for the door and ripped it open, not stopping for the call of his room mate in the garden behind him. He could make it. He had to make it. The toilet door loomed in front of him, and he could feel spurts of piss bulge out from beneath his white-knuckled grip. Just a step further. He twisted the knob. It was locked. “Sorry, I'm in here,” came Dean's voice. “Won't be a minute.” Mike barely contained a cry as he bobbed on the spot. He didn't have a minute. He didn't even have another second. He was going to wet himself. Scratch that, he was wetting himself. Right now. Right here. Mike ran for the back door, a constant dribble now escaping his tortured body. His only hope was to make it to the garden. He had to make it outside. Mike ripped open the door for the second time as his bladder clamped downed with unforgiving finality. Jade stood on the step, her hand still reaching for the door handle. He couldn't get past her. He suppressed his need with everything he had left, shaking and sweating as he tried to buy time. “Oh, Mike. I thought that was you,” she said, her brow immediately creasing in worry. “What's wrong?” But before the door had even closed behind him, he was lost. The grip he had on his cock moved a hair's breadth, and his orgasm tore through his body with force, and he felt his knees almost buckle. At the same time, his very prominent bladder clamped down like a vise. Ejaculate forcefully cut off the flow of urine for a few seconds as he fought back the urge to thrust, spiking a mixture of pain and ecstasy through his body. It was the most intense thing he'd ever experienced. And then his bladder, broke through his defenses. The piss started in a thin trickle at first as it tried to work its way around the echoes of his climax, and then it started to gush. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as the torrent finally burst forth. He couldn't stop it any more. He didn't even want to try. “Oh,” he heard Jade gasp and step back. “Oh wow.” Urine hissed out and soaked his trousers, puddling around his feet on the front step. Wave, after wave of euphoria crashed down on him as he felt his bladder finally start to deflate. It took almost a full minute for him to regain any semblance of control. Jade had left the garden, presumably out of disgust. He almost didn't care. He felt relieved for the first time all day, even though he hadn't emptied himself completely. His bladder still wanted to expel the rest, but he'd embarrassed himself quite enough today. He couldn't even speak, he was so relieved. His trousers clung to him alarmingly, and if he'd been alone, he would have used them to good effect. But it wasn't to be. A second later, Jade came around the corner again, this time with towels. She stepped right into the puddle and handed them to him with a chagrined look. “Sorry I got in your way, Mikey. You must have been bursting.” Mike gave a half smile, his cheeks reddening. “Not any more,” he joked, though it was very nearly a lie. He still needed to empty himself at the earliest opportunity. “There was a big traffic jam on the freeway,” he gave by way of excuse. She didn't really need to know any more details than that. He definitely wasn't about to tell her he'd made himself desperate on purpose. Jade's flip flops slapped in the puddle as she stepped back. It was like she didn't even care that she was standing in his piss. “Well, it happens,” she waved it off, and looked down at the puddle. Mike grasped the towel in awkwardly in his hands, waiting for the laughter. But she surprised him again. “That's a hell of a lot of pee. You must really have been dying for the loo,” she said, and he thought he caught a faint note of wonder in her voice. He definitely didn't miss the blush that dusted her cheeks and the back of her neck. Wait. Did she...like this? Mike decided to test the theory. “Yeah. I was. I forgot to go this morning, and then I just got distracted at work,” he said, letting the towel hang over his arm, exposing his sodden trousers. Her delicate eyebrows shot up. “You've been holding on since this morning? Wow!” OK. She was definitely impressed, and not shy about it at all. “That traffic jam must have been torture, then.” Mike felt his breath catch in his throat as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I've never been so desperate to pee in my life. I thought I was going to ruin the company car.” Jade was definitely blushing now, and she stepped back into his puddle, letting her flip flops splash in the liquid. “I'd have liked to see that,” she grinned, and bit her lip. “Maybe next time,” he grinned back, his heart beating fiercely in his chest. He could hardly believe this was happening. “Definitely next time,” she corrected him, and casually drawing circles in the puddle with her toe. “I'll be counting on it.” Mike swallowed, a sudden spike of lust echoing through his veins. “What are you doing tonight?” Jade grinned. “We read the festival times wrong. Dean's going tonight, but I was tossing up between tonight, or tomorrow morning. What did you have in mind?” she asked coyly. “It's just that,” Mike shifted a bit. “I did drink a lot of water on the way home.” Jade's eyes sparkled with mischief. “Did you?” she said impishly. “I did,” he replied. His tired bladder twinged as he felt the water and the coffee continue to filter down to join the pee he'd been able to hold back once he'd regained control. “I kind of have to pee again already,” he confessed. "Quite a bit." Jade licked her lips, and slowly and deliberately stepped forward until she had her hands on his hipbones. Her thumbs pressed inwards onto his tired bladder, and he flinched at the mixture of pleasure and pain that they wrought. “I think you should hold it,” she whispered in his ear. “I think you should hold it for me.” A shudder of pure lust wracked his body as he turned to look into her dark eyes. “How long until Dean leaves again?” “Half an hour,” she replied. His exhausted bladder panged around the water that continued to trickle in. “I'm not sure I can last that long,” he confessed. Jade leaned in a just barely dragged her lips across his. He could almost taste her lip gloss on the heat of her breath. “You can,” she smiled. “You will hold it for as long as I tell you to hold it.” Mike watched her as she took the towel and pressed it gently to his soaked legs. There was only one thing to say to something like that. “Yes. I will.”

Hi guys.. this is a story I wrote on another site years ago... when I first started to explore my fetish.. hope you like... ********************* As I stumbled up the stairs of my flat I could still feel his hot lips pressed against mine, his hand firmly rubbing my clit through my trousers…The wine in the club had gone straight to my head, dancing held up close to Danny made me so hot. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pubic bone. I could feel the crotch of my thong getting wet with my own juice as he licked my neck.I so wanted to go back to his place and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, sucking him deep and hard. Bending over and grasping my ankles as he thrust deeply into my waiting pussy. My cum covering his balls as they banged into my ass. If only I didn’t have to work in the morning. I finally got to the door of my flat, thinking about fingering my pussy and making myself cum. I could hear music coming from inside my flat, meaning that my flatmate was home and awake. Damn that meant that I would have to be quiet.I decided to have a quick shower then go to bed and play. The thought of the shower made me realise that I also needed to pee real bad. Being horny often had that effect on me – especially when combined with drinks.I walked towards the bathroom door and found it was locked; from inside the bathroom I could hear the giggles of two people. I realised that my flatmate was enjoying a bath with her boyfriend. Not only was I jealous that she was getting to play but also I realised that I would have to wait to use the toilet.I went to my room and lay on the bed, my clit was still hard and engorged from being played with. I stood up and started to remove my clothes, trying to keep my mind off my full bladder. Concentrating on my hard nipples as they were exposed to the cool air. They looked so full and dark coloured against my pale skin; I bent my head and took one in my mouth, sucking it firmly. This made my pussy get even wetter. I thought about Danny and what he would be doing in his bedroom now, he whispered to me as I left the taxi that he was going to have to wank as soon as he got through the door, thinking of my hard nipples and wet pussy. I could imagine him grasping his hard shaft, mmmm.I began to finger my clit, but the urge to pee was getting stronger. I crossed my legs and hoped my flatmate would finish soon. As I squeezed my legs together I could feel my clit beginning to throb more. The pressure of my muscled thighs was exciting my clit, making it beg to be touched. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, preparing itself for the finger fucking that it expected. The feel of my own juices meant that I had to squeeze my legs even tighter so I didn’t pee. My bladder was aching to release. The more I crossed my legs the wetter I got. I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to pee now. I looked around my room for anything I could use to pee into. I had recently had a clear out so no cups or tubs remained. It was getting really urgent now; I could feel a small drop of urine mix with my pussy juices.I saw my towel from my morning shower on the floor; I folded this up and put it under my body so it would catch my pee. My legs were crossed so tightly now I could feel my hips straining with the pressure. I was still so horny. The thought of having to wet myself felt so wrong but also so wild. I began to move my hips so my pressure rubbed my clit even more. I could feel my orgasm approaching, I was so hot. I knew that one stroke of my g spot would make me cum, but I also knew the moment I uncrossed my legs I would begin to pee.Not being able to resist no longer I opened my legs and thrust my fingers into my waiting pussy, I thrust them in and as I did I felt my bladder begin to relieve itself, I lay on my bed, finger fucking my own pussy as hot pee streamed down my thighs, over my puckered asshole and on to the waiting towel. Suddenly I felt the wave of orgasm hit me. Cum was shooting out of my contracting pussy and mingled with the urine. I had to stop rubbing myself, as the orgasm was so strong.As my throbbing subsided I lay on my bed, feeling utterly relieved in everyway. It was my first experience of golden showers and my strongest orgasm ever. I thought to myself that it certainly would make the bathroom queue more exciting in the future.

Hey all! One of my favorite things about this fetish is the holding part, in all honesty I am holding in 2 orange cream sodas right now as I write this! This got me thinking, what are yalls opinions on none total wetting omo activities? these can include, bladder edging, leaking but not totally wetting, desperate anal, desperate masturbation Ect. Don't get me wrong, I love total lose of control wetting as much as the next guy but due to many factors, I see myself doing more bladder edging masturbation activates, my favorite being desperate masturbation on the cusp of wetting. Anyways I am just wondering, what are your opinions on non wetting omo activities? Do you like them or are you more of a wetting person? If you like them what are some of your favorite activates?