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View File Peeing in her sexy lil black dress Lady pees in her lil black dress in tub, leaving a wet spot Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 06/02/2023 Category Female  

From midnight to noon, there was nothing about this particular Monday to suggest that it would be different from any other. I woke up to the sound of my alarm drilling into my skull, slipped out of bed in my birthday suit and crossed the room to empty the tank in the en suite. My breakfast was the usual bowl of cereal and my shower was the usual lukewarm disappointment. Then, having paradoxically dried off with a damp towel, I slipped into jeans and a polo shirt and made the short walk from my flat to the University library. As always at this time on a Monday, the reading room was empty save for one other. I didn’t know much about her except her name: April. She was one of the few students I’d never seen out at a party or event, but I always found her here in the early hours of each week. If I had to guess, she was probably there most other days too. April wasn’t the type to concern herself with a social life; her expression always looked like she had something else on the brain. Bushy, golden-brown hair was tied up at the back of her head, presumably to keep it out of her eyes, which were magnified behind thick glasses. We saw each other so often that we’d exchanged hello’s before, but those two words were as long as a conversation between us normally got. She barely acknowledged me when I came in that morning, which was fine by me. I took my seat at a desk and logged into one of the campus computers. In truth, I rarely got as much work done as I wanted to on these, but I was determined that things would be better today. It was the first day of the second half-term of my final year, and I would need to tighten things up if I wanted to pass my course with first-class honours. That meant I’d need to spend the hours before my first class recapping everything I should have been doing during the reading week. I flicked through the subjects, taking note of things that needed further attention. That was a lot; Biology was a wide and complicated world. The only saving grace was that I was a fast typer- as nonsensical as maths looked through my eyes, words came easily, and that had been the way all my life. Time snuck up on me and soon I was rushing to get to class. My lecture hall was far too big for the forty or so students who still attended. The presentation itself was almost exactly what I had expected- I’d heard that the University of Plymouth often liked to use the first day after half-term to help students prepare for their dissertations, and that was what I got. I sat and listened patiently while my lecturer talked about length, references, things to avoid and things to achieve. She finished speaking about twenty minutes early and promptly dismissed the class. Everything I had heard made sense to me. The only problem was that I still had no idea what I was going to write about. Forced to hope that a good idea popped into my head at some point before Christmas, I resigned myself to take a break from brainstorming and walk to one of the on-campus cafeterias. I grabbed lunch, carried my tray to the usual table and sat down on my own. Once I’d eaten, I hammered out a quick email to my lecturer. Sandra, I’m struggling to think of a good subject for my dissertation. What’s the best direction to go in? Thanks, Jake When I looked up from my phone, someone had joined me at the table. April was looking at me with a great deal of interest. I’d never seen her so close up before, but she didn’t seem notice anything odd about sneaking onto the bench opposite a guy she’d barely had a conversation with. “You take Biology, right?” For a moment I was too surprised to respond, but I soon found my voice. “Yeah. You?” “Psychology. They almost go hand in hand, don’t you think?” I did think. A person’s mental and physical health could often weave together in unexpected ways, as I’d learned through personal experience. Then again, they could just as often exist on two completely different levels, but I didn’t think it would be helpful to point that fact out now. “What are you thinking of doing for your dissertation?” April’s accent was barely detectable. From the sounds of it, she came from somewhere near London- Received Pronunciation, they called it, a newsreader’s accent. I didn’t want to tell her that I had nothing, but suddenly my brain had lost its ability to come up with a suitable lie on the spot. “I don’t know yet,” I confessed eventually, “I’m sort of waiting for a good idea”. “Good. Me too,” April said with a nod. There was a long pause. In the silence I saw that her eyes were a pale blue, like mine. Then she spoke. “I have a proposal for you. You can say no,” she added quickly. I frowned a little. “Go on…” “We should team up. I’ll help you with your research, you help me with mine. We can write separate dissertations on separate topics using the same data. Make sense?” Now I frowned even more. “It does, but that’s against the rules. You can get disqualified for cheating”. “Only if you get caught”. She tilted her head to one side like a dog- no, a cat, I decided. A dog would have far more earnest behind those glasses. “Why do you want to team up?” April hesitated. “Because I can’t write. Research, numbers, that all makes sense to me. I just can’t do the writing part. And I know you can, because I’ve seen how fast you type. So, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours, yeah?” I had to admit, the offer was tempting. I’d been worried about how my awful maths would hinder me, and here was someone who could solve that problem for me. Not to mention, an extra pair of eyes would only be a good thing for my work. Teaming up was technically illegal, but April had been dead to rights when she said that it only mattered if you got caught. I didn’t want to appear too eager, regardless. “What kind of topic do you have in mind?” April was a fast talker, but I could tell from the way she spoke now that she had already thought things through a great deal. “We need something that combines our two degrees, Biology and Psychology,” she offered up. “what aspects of the human body combine those two things most effectively?” I knew April had probably already researched every possible answer to that question. I answered anyway. “Well,” I began, “you’d be looking at nerves, hormones, mostly… bodily functions, that kind of thing”. Right away, April latched onto my third answer. “What was that last one?” For some bizarre reason, I felt myself blush. “You know. Going to the toilet, stuff like that. Your organs are in charge but your brain plays a big part”. April nodded like she’d just heard a fascinating riddle. “I think we could work with that. Are you in?” All at once I felt less sure about the arrangement. It didn’t seem likely to me that we could get two top-quality essays out of the act of going to the toilet. Besides, it wasn’t the kind of thing I’d feel comfortable discussing with a girl I barely knew. Before I could voice those concerns, though, April stood up from her seat and shook my hand. “Think about it. Let me know whatever you decide. Add me on Facebook”. She left again, leaving me alone to wonder what on earth had just happened. That evening, I got a reply from my lecturer. Hi Jake, Dissertations are tough to get right, but if you pick a good topic then you’re off to a great start. We mark a lot of essays, so try and pick something unique that nobody else will choose. It’s also a good idea to write about something that’s relevant to everyone, so you can demonstrate that your research has value. Good luck! Sandra. I read the email a few times over, taking in phrases like “something unique” and “relevant to everyone”. April’s proposal had sounded potentially awkward, but I wanted that first class degree enough to overpower my misgivings. Knowing what I had to do, I picked up the phone and started typing her name in on Facebook.

"Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).

View File EE-697 Desperate women wetting themselves Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/18/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File CESD-736 CESD-736 I Feel Too Much And I'M Sorry ... Namiki Toko CESD-736-01 - A woman desperate to pee on her way home gets trapped in conversation for a little bit. After saying goodbye to the man the woman now bursting races home but ends up not being able to hold it any more and wets herself. CESD-736-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she wets herself/squirts/pisses multiple times. CESD-736-03 - A man uses multiple different vibrators to make the actress squirt/piss multiple times. CESD-736-04 - The actress wearing something sexy pees on the floor. CESD-736-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before removing her panties and peeing on top of the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-736 Uncut contains everything above plus sex. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/15/2023 Category JAV Collections