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A/N: For those not familiar with my work, know that feedback and your honest comments are more than appreciated! For fans of my current project, this doesn’t mean that its over, I’m just taking a short break. When you’re done reading, I’ll have a few questions at the end for you that may help me as a writer. Would love your thoughts! Oh, and the tags relate to upcoming chapters if they’re not in this first chapter. Kind of like a sneak peak! Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future. Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?” “It’s August, Mom.” “But they get, you know, snow up there.” “Not in the summer.” “I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?” “Not in August.” Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again “I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?” “It’ll be fine.” “Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?” “A lot of people like sports.” “But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?” “Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.” “Are they good?” “Mostly. Patriots are really good.” “So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!” “I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.” “Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me” “Do you even know what team we root for?” “The…Bengals?” “Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands. “Are we any good?” “No. Wake me when we get there.” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again. The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter. “Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.” “Mmmph. Wh-what?” “Coffee. What do you want?” Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again “What do you want?” “Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?” Michelle stared at her daughter blankly “You know, why don’t you order Ash?” “Fine.” The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern “Can we like…go inside?” “Why?” “I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact “We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.” “Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?” “Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.” Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting “Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!” Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying. The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look. The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted “Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.” “I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.” “We’re not stopping for a while.” “I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!” Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water. I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked “Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?” “Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.” “…kinda.” Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions “You’re such a boomer.” “Am not! You know when I was born.” “1977 is boomer age.” “Whatever. Just read the directions.” Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console. “10 Miles. How long is that?” Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.” Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long. Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon. The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first “Why are we stopping?” “How should I know?” “This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder. Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it. “Mom…a mile and a half.” Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder “MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated. Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself. Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter “Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.” Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide. “What?” Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane. The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it. Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police. “Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation “What do we do? How do we-?” “Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window “H-hi-hi officer.” “You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.” “Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem “W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch “Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued “Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.” “Hurry!” She begged “What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined “The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.” “Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!” “Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.” “No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!” “You don’t have to watch me.” “But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?” While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter. “Find us a place. Now!” Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter “I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.” The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer “Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.” “Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.” As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage. Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her. “There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned. The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles. Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road. Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car. Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. “Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!” Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news “I-I stopped. I…I stopped.” It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. “C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it. Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them “Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs “Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern. “Oh, darlin’! Come with me.” She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice. “Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.” Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit. Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away. A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening “Ohh…i-its happening…” Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock “Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!” Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident. Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles. “Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom. Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom. Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap. It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act. “Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. “Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?” “I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!” “At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do “Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment. To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize. “Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“ “D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter. “Here. Dry yourself and-“ Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch. “Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle. “Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door. Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully. “We, uh…we didn’t make it…” The hostess sighed, observing the damage. “Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” “T-thank you Ma’am.” “Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again. As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years “Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.” “Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out “I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.” Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start. A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough?

Hi, Just wondered if any guys in London or Cambridge UK fancied meeting up to wet and piss together? Maybe some wet games, challenges or forfeits too.... any takers?

Disclaimer: Noel will not be covered in this section because he's not into or involved with anything to do with pee, unlike the other characters in the story. Now that Intermission 2 is up, let's talk about The Heartwarming Flood's cast's bathroom habits, what each person does when they wet themselves, their clothes under their pants, and knacks they have. ------------------------------------- Tracy Where She Pees: she'll pee anywhere and on anything. Tracy doesn't care whether it's in the trash, underwater, or on vegetation. As long as she can hear it splashing, see it clearly, and/or smell the ammonia it leaves, Tracy will gladly relieve herself. It's even better for her if someone else is watching... When She Wets Herself...: she's relieved nonetheless. "It's not like it's all bad, you know? Just smelly... and warm." What She Commonly Wears Down There: Tracy doesn't wear anything under her pants. Common Knacks: keeps wet clothes off her body, even in front of others; never shakes hands (prefers to kiss instead: "A kiss is healthier, if more crass!"); often does naughty things in public. She's not that ticklish, but others peeing on her REALLY gets her in a giggly mood. -------------------------------- George Where He Pees: almost exclusively in the nearest toilet or substitute for it. On rare occasions, he'll spring a leak on Tracy when ageplaying. When He Wets Himself...: he cries like a baby. What He Commonly Wears Down There: boxer briefs. "If only I could wear a diaper..." Common Knacks: tries his hardest to hide his ABDL personality in front of strangers; often acts like a baby when with Tracy. Sometimes, he'll say things like "goo goo gaga" when he wants to be alone with her and trusted friends. ----------------------------- Riley Where She Pees: prefers to pee in a bathroom. However, Riley's also willing to pee in less ideal places like in a sink or on a wall. She never pees in large bodies of water. When She Wets Herself...: she shrugs and yawns, "Oh well. At least it's out now." What She Commonly Wears Down There: panties Common Knacks: almost always sleepwalks to her destination, except for at night or when she's at home on the weekends; does most things in her bed, including naughty activities. She enjoys masturbating anywhere she can. ---------------------------------- Hailey Where She Pees: she has a shy bladder except for when Riley pees with her. Most of the time, it's seemingly linked with Riley's bladder, meaning where Riley pees, Hailey pees, and vice versa. Unlike Riley, she's okay with peeing in large bodies of water if she's done swimming in them. When She Wets Herself...: she yanks down her pants, quickly squats, and lets the rest of the pee flow out of her. If she's in a pool when it happens, she pulls her swimsuit to the side as she leaks the rest of it out. What She Commonly Wears Down There: panties or a swimsuit Common Knacks: Hailey talks with Riley during their pee breaks. They even converse when bathing or taking a shower together! Very rarely does Hailey masturbate or do other naughty things. ------------------------------------- Allister/Alice Where They Pee: the place that'd make the least noise When They Wet Themselves...: it's mostly out of desperation, but sometimes they wet out of fear. Alice likes the warmth either way. What They Commonly Wear Down There: a diaper or pull-up Common Knacks: Alice is always super attentive to sounds and very easily startled. In a lonely place (which they call a "dungeon"), they easily get paranoid from what "monsters" might be waiting for them at every corner. They try to stay as quiet as possible and hope nothing "ambushes" them.

Disclaimer: this comment is to anchor my progress. More content to come here. Also... Warning: this is an ABDL story. Fetishes are bound to be visualized. If you don't like any of the fetishes shown here, please click off the story. The romance story "The Heartwarming Flood" is not known for its vanilla sex scenes, after all!

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View File DVDMS-765 DVDMS-765-01 - A man pays a cute girl to pee in a jug and then proceeds to drink it infront of her. He then pays her even more money to let him use his tongue to make her squirt/piss. DVDMS-765-02 - The cute girl returns the next day and sits on the toilet while the man makes her squirt/piss herself. DVDMS-765-03 - The girl now naked stands over the man and pisses on him. DVDmS-765-04 - A man pays another cute girl to pee in a jug and then proceeds to drink it infront of her. He then pays her even more money to let him use his tongue to make her squirt/piss. DVDMS-765-05 - The cute girl returns the next day and pees a little on the floor and then fills up a cup and gives it to the man to drink. She then sits on the couch while the man makes her squirt/piss herself. DVDMS-765-06 - The girl now naked stands over the man and pisses on him. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut files have everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/23/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File E0706 E0706 Pissing Part - A woman bound in Saran plastic wrap has a vibrator pressed to her crotch and is left there until she pisses herself. E0706 Uncut - Contains the scene above as well as the woman getting stripped naked, getting wrapped in plastic, and a blowjob. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/23/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File GRGR-036 GRGR-036 - GRGR-036: Mothers Who Were Caught Pissing In Public While Jogging By Their Sons’ Classmate And Given The Molester Gang Bang Treatment. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/23/2022 Category JAV Collections  

(This is my first time writing a proper story on here, so do let me know if I make any mistakes or forget about certain details! Just make sure to write them out of character: *Like this*) Hello researchers! Today is the big day, administration will finally let you tackle a biologically enhanced subject for your next assignment! I know this may come off as a surprise for you, so I'll give you a briefing: You will be put in charge of Test Chamber 15 in the Golden Hills Research Facility. (Let's refer to these as 'TC-15' and 'GoldenHillsRF' respectively, for easier communication.) TC-15 is a chamber that makes use of metallic panels and robotic arms to shift according to the needs of your research, this feature is present in the ceiling, floor and all but one of it's walls, the last wall is all glass so that your test subject is always in view. You may use these features at your discretion, but administration recommends you try and use them to acommodate your test subject to avoid emotional stress. This means giving them furniture, entertainment, changing the lighting of the room, deploying foods and drinks, and in the event your subject craves human interaction you may need to turn on the lights in your work area so that they may see you behind the glass. Finally, I must know what you're willing to work with, each one of you may give your preferences on what kind of subject you wanna test, this means: - Age (We cannot go below 18) - Appearance (Hair color, body type, etc.) - Needs (This will dictate what kind of enhancements have been done to your subject, their bladder, bowel capacity and sensitivity wether those will even be relevant, wether they are more or less susceptible to a mental break, etc.) - Name (This isn't exactly necessary according to administration, but I reckon it would help make this assignment a lot less disturbing to both you and the subject if we could address them by a nickname rather than a number.) The objectives of your assignment will be different depending on the choices you make. If you're confused about anything regarding this announcement, do feel free to ask right here on the terminal you're viewing this on. ~ Your supervisor, Tenta. *Remember, I'll add tags to this work according to the Needs we decide on!*

Just a silly little short film where I wet my camo shorts in the woods. In the "bonus" section at the end, you can see a little bit of as I pee into a jar. Other than that, clothes stay on. tips.mp4 As you can see in one of the scenes, everything was shot on my phone. In the future I might get an actual camera, and make videos refined and intricate enough to sell for actual money. In the meantime, let me know what important adventuring tips I missed.

Beginning Note: As I previously mentioned, I was interested in making Panam and Judy stories (mainly due to them being top tier waifus), however I was having trouble because I was just getting into Cyberpunk. Before I write my real Cyberpunk 2077 saga, which will be even more ambitious and erotic than my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy Saga, I wanted to create a little prologue to set it up so here goes. Warning: Lesbian subtext, real lesbian sex, and manipulaive sadomasochism. Last tag might be triggering so be cautious for anyone who’s had a sexually controlling/manipulative ex. Panam Palmer: Desperation, Humiliation, Urination Panam Palmer was currently getting hammered. Why? She had just gotten off an argument with Rogue, the older woman was a conniving and clever sly bitch the nomad begrudgingly admitted. Still, Panam prided herself on being a tough woman who almost never lost, and having just lost that argument resulted in that pride being shattered. Good rum and a drunken stupor would fix all those problems so she set out to do just that. This rather rash act would ultimately have consequences that set off an entire chain of events, however the good definitely outweighed the bad so it was worth it in her eyes. Currently however, the nomad didn’t know all of that, just that she was trying to enjoy a good time and some bozo was walking up to her. “Hey there, Chica, having a good time?” the stranger questioned. He was large and muscular, with a good natured smile. Unfortunately he appeared to have intentions of hitting on her and it was getting rather tiring. She knew it was inevitable, considering she was quite beautiful. Her body was tan, slightly muscular, and had an hourglass figure, in addition she was tough as nails, making her quite desirable. However she wasn’t interested in any romantic relationships at the moment and while casual sex would have been an option for other people, Panam was a demisexual, meaning she was only romantically and sexually attracted to friends she was close with, something that the regulars knew quite well since she publicly announced it. “Yeah until you ruined it.” Panam bluntly told him, hoping it would drive him off. It didn’t matter though because someone else came to save the day. “Move Jackie, you’re annoying her.” a raspy voice ordered as a slimmer and younger man entered, pushing him aside. Just like her, he stood out because he was almost kind of basic. Handsome and well dressed? Sure, but lacking any of the crazy fashion eccentricities that decorated the citizens of Night City. “You got it boss.” Jackie grinned and winked as he left the two. “Friend of yours?” Panam questioned in exasperation as she gestured for him to sit next to her. She admired his clean cut appearance, complete with black leather jacket and ripped jeans, which complimented her own. However, her jacket had the symbol of her nomad clan embroidered on the back while his was plain. “Yeah, but he’s a good guy, I swear. Annoying as all hell, sure. Don’t worry, he wasn’t going to hit on you.” “Really.” Panam dryly noted. “He’s been out of a serious relationship. Anything he would have tried, he’d shut it down himself rather quickly. He’s trying to get over it, but I don’t think he can.” the man continued. “Well, I’m still annoyed but he has my sympathies. My friend downstairs is going through something similar.” “Judie?” Panam whipped her head up. She inwardly winced, her head started to shake from the sudden movement and even worse, all the rum was settling in her bladder and threatening to spill out. “You know her?” “Well, my friend does.” “He hit on her too?” “Oh, you got it twisted. Jackie didn’t. Actually Evelyn told us to go hang out by ourselves while Valerie and Judy take care of business themselves.” Panam liked the gentleman so far and wanted to continue their conversation, however she needed to wrap it up or she’d wet herself in front of the entire bar, a nightmare she refused to live through. “Right, so Jackie’s your guy friend, Valerie’s your gal pal, and your name is?” “Ah shit, I didn’t even introduce myself, sorry.” For a cool looking guy, her conversation partner seemed to get startled easily. Made sense considering he looked like he was in his early twenties. “I’m Vincent, or V.” “Ah, the Street Kid, huh? Pretty impressive career for a young one. Still, isn’t it past your curfew?” she teased. “Nice one.” V dryly complimented. She stood up and almost tripped, however he caught her like a gentleman. “Thanks.” she breathlessly expressed as she tried to contain herself. “Uh oh, I gotta get going. Jackie’s calling over for me.” ‘Thank God!’ Panam thanked internally, grateful she had a chance to break away. “Alright then, here’s my number.” she explained as she wrote it down and handed it to him. The two bid farewell and she stiffly walked, trying her best not to panic. Unfortunately for her, the line to the bathroom was long and just thinking about it made her bladder ache even more. She quickly texted Judy for help. While waiting she impatiently tapped her foot, growing more desperate by the minute as her desire to release the pent up liquid increased tenfold. “Sup Choomba, you needed me for something?” a familiar and beautiful Spanish accent greeted. “Fuck!” Panam yelled and jumped at the interruption. To her mortification, the announcement had caused her to spurt some urine. The crotch of her jeans felt damp and had spread to her inner thighs, but thankfully stopped there. “Uh Panam, you alright? I thought you needed me for-oh…” Judy trailed off as she took notice of the baseball sized wet patch that had gathered at Panam’s crotch, which she covered with her hands while grimacing at the feeling of clutching her urine soaked jeans. “I’m so sorry Panam, I’ll get you cleaned up.” “Thanks but that's just the beginning, there’s still more!” “Really? Shit, how much more?” “Niagara Falls.” “Just my night.” Judy groaned. “Alright, follow me and stay close behind so no-one else can see.” Thanks. Can we move slower though? If I move too fast I’m gonna piss myself.” “Haven't you already?” Judy replied with a teasing grin as the two carefully trekked to her Brain Dance basement. “Just help me out here dammit!” “I am, I am! I promise.” They eventually arrived, with the flight down the stairs having made Panam leak even more although Judy had the good grace not to say anything. They weren’t alone however, Evelyn and some other woman were there as well conversing about something. “Evelyn, Valerie, get out. We gotta take care of something.” ‘Valerie? Is that V’s other friend? Two Vs, why does that sound familiar?’ Panam didn’t have time to think about it as her bladder and genitals ached to release the rest of her pent up liquid. Valerie left without complaint while Evelyn winked at the two as she strode out. “I’m gonna get my basin, you just hold it in and take your stuff off?” Panam shrugged her jacket off and carefully placed it on the ground while Judy hurriedly grabbed a large plastic basin which already had a considerable amount of liquid in it. Panam wanted to comment on it, however it was the last thing on her mind compared to her desperation. “What the hell, you’re still dressed!” “I can't move anymore, it’s gotten that bad. You’re just gonna have to do it.” the nomad explained with tears in her eyes, both at the delicious pain and at the humiliation of not already having wet her pants but also about to do the same again at a much greater extreme if her friend didn’t help her. “But I’m-” “Judy I don’t care that you’re a lesbian and you’ll enjoy undressing me, I’m giving you permission so just help me out!” Judy nodded in understanding as she carefully unzipped the nomad’s jeans and tugged them down. Panam lifted her leg so Judy could remove her boot and pant leg, then did the same for her other leg. Now Panam’s pants and boots were off, but she still had on her green jumpsuit and underwear. “You still wear panties underneath your jumpsuit? Now you can’t pull them to the side.” Judy admonished as she pulled the straps off Panam’s shoulder so she could pull them down as well, revealing the tan woman’s black bra and hard abs. Unfortunately when Panam lifted her leg again it caused her bladder to stretch to a painful extent squeezing more urine out of her tired bladder. “Fuck it, get back Judy!” “Panam wait!” her friend protested. Oh, but she had and she was tired of waiting. The nomad instead gave in to the desire and moaned as she voided her bladder. Judy wanted to look away, however she was overcome with desire and stared as Panam sighed while rivers of urine soaked her panties and poured down her legs. Eventually she finished and sheepishly looked at her tattooed friend. “Sorry you had to see that. Bet your attraction to me must be fried.” Judie blushed and looked down. “That’s what I was trying to warn you about, Choomba. I loved what I just saw, your wet jeans already turned me on but seeing you piss yourself in your underwear was too much. If only you had been naked.” “Wait, seriously? You liked it?” Judy glared. “I know it sounds weird as fuck but don’t judge. Urination is sexy to me, both the feeling and watching someone else do it.” “No, I-I understand a little.” Panam quickly explained. “I always wondered why I liked testing the limits of my iron bladder and learning different positions, now I know. Still, during sex? Seems kinda messy.” “It is.” Judy bluntly answered. “How did you even discover it? I have to piss standing up all the time and hold it in since I do a lot of road travel in the desert, but you don’t have to worry about it at all.” the nomad questioned in disbelief. “If you can believe it, Maiko was responsible for that discovery.” “Shit Judy, I didn’t mean to-” “Don’t worry about it, choomba. Take your panties off and clean yourself up as best you can while I empty the bin and get you clean clothes. Your unitard and jeans also got soaked as well. I’ll clean them up and you can pick them up tomorrow.” “That’s sweet Judie, but don’t let me trouble you. I should clean up my own accident.” “Maybe, but what I saw was hot as fuck, I’m going to masturbate to that for ages.” Panam chuckled as she peeled off her wet panties, exposing her thick bush. “Only if you can tell me a similar story so I get my own fantasy.” Judy grinned. “Deal. You’re gonna love this one.” she agreed as she left to take care of business while Panam wiped her thick black bush and brown fat cunt lips free of any excess urine. Eventually Judy returned with a black thong, skinny jeans and a white crop top which Panam accepted gratefully, enjoying the relief of wearing clean clothes. Judy Alvarez x Maiko: Wet Ink, Wet Genitals Judy Alvarez was a beautiful Hispanic woman. She may not have been the most sought after due to lacking Panam’s curvaceous and muscular body, as well as having unconventional physical features such as her numerous tattoos or green and pink hair cut in a bob with the left side shaved. However only a fool would deny arousal at Judy’s slim yet athletic build, with petite breasts, lean muscles, faintly hard abs, and an admittedly curvy ass. Even better, her face was adorable, with round doe eyes and pouty lips. Make no mistake, despite appearing soft Judy was tough as rusted nails and could be just as sharp if her temper was tested. Many men found out the hard way when she politely turned them down, only for them to keep trying. What part of she was a lesbian was hard to understand? Even then, women could be just as frustrating with their own complaints. Only one proved to be a worthy lover, and she was currently proving it. “You like this?” Maiko Maeda questioned sensually, she was a Japanese woman with sharp eyes, full lips coated in cobalt, and a similarly slim yet hard body. Both were naked and in bed, engaged in rigorous sex. Judy had originally meant to just talk to her, which was stupid because who visited a doll for anything other than sex? However it was still an important topic, however it needed to be put on hold. Maiko had serviced a customer who had been completely unsatisfactory and needed to release her frustrations out, which Judy had been all too happy to oblige. However, Maiko was being even more rough than usual, pressing her hand down against her chest to the point of discomfort, and now they were tribbing at a pace too fast to be comfortable. Still, Judy loved Maiko too much to resist, and just wanted to service her to the best of her abilities. “Fuck, it’s too much!” Judy cried. “Slow down baby.” “Can’t…” Maiko replied restlessly, even speeding up her thrusts as she rode her lover. The Mox cringed as her labia and clit grew sore from the overstimulation, however she couldn’t deny the painful pleasure. With a wicked grin Maiko roughly ground her knee into Judy’s crotch, causing the tech girl to scream in pleasure.. Maiko gently kissed her full lips to restore some energy to the tattooed girl as they lay together in bed. “You did so well. You were such a good girl.” Maiko complimented as she tenderly stroked Judy’s thigh, her thin fingers lingering near her sweet spot. Unfortunately, the Mox was none too pleased. “Maiko, you can’t do that.” “Do what? Fuck you into orgasmic bliss? Don’t act like you didn’t like it, especially after all the more…experimental activities we engaged in.” the doll slyly replied as she pinched Judy’s clit, causing her to hiss. “See, even after totally being spent you still want more. Well I’ll be more than happy to oblige since you were such a splendid lover, my dear Judy.” Judy tried to pull her hand away but Maiko slipped one inside her snatch and curled it with a smirk. “Maiko stop it, I came for something important, remember?” the techie tried to dissuade, however the quivering of her voice made it clear she was already giving in. “Oh, right. Still, we can multitask. After all, it’s not fair I got to have all the fun.” “What do you mean, I loved it, despite you not listening.” Judy protested as she squirmed, having trouble deciding if she was trying to get Maiko to remove her fingers or responding to her movements. After a particularly pleasurable curl she decided to go for the latter, lifting her hips up and clamping her lower lips harder around the doll’s digits. “See, I knew you needed to be satisfied. I knew because you didn’t squirt. You're a wet lover, your cunt produces waterfalls when properly pleased.” “Thanks Maiko, that makes me sound like a slut.” the techie replied sarcastically. “Not at all, I love seeing your cunt in action. Female ejaculation is a sign of true pleasure, something only women seem to really know how to achieve.” Maiko explained, still annoyed at how pathetic all the male customers were. Still, her girlfriend made up for all those chumps. “Anyway, tell me your problem.” “Al-alright. Well, I wanted to get some more tattoos.” “That’s it?” Maiko buntly questioned, unimpressed and even annoyed, thinking her lover was making extra drama over something so trivial. “On my more private parts…” Judy confirmed, her voice quivering as Maiko continued to pump and curl her digits. “Ah, I see. Keep going.” the doll replied with a wolfish grin. “Well, I can’t trust a random to do it, I don’t want some idiots to mess up the ink cuz they’re too busy drooling over my body. I was thinking of Evelyn or Panam since they’re my best friends and I trust them, however that would be-ah-awkward.” the techie continued as she had fully given in to her desires. “Do you think-oh fuck yes…you know anyone here?” “Oh Judy, don’t be coy. You want me to do it?” Maiko accused seductively as she flipped over to lay on her stomach, her hot breath tickling her lover’s genitals. “You know how to ink?” “Yes, quite enough. I’ll be happy to tattoo your naked body. Give me the details.” “Alright, um, two seahorses on my back.” Judy began to list off, feeling Maiko grasp her thin shoulders. “Here?” “No, lower back, there. And, underneath my right breast I want ‘I refuse to submit’ in cursive, and a red spider web on my left breast.” “You mean these fine tits?” her girlfriend questioned as she grasped said mounds, delicately tracing the petite curves and pinching the puckered pink nipple and areolas. “Yeah, that’s it.” Judy confirmed. “On the left side of my abdomen I want a shark with a turret, and underneath it the quote ‘We all come from the sea’.” she continued, Maiko feeling that area as well. “Then on my outer right thigh I want an owl clutching a pistol and above it the quote ‘Selfmade’. Then on my left thigh tattoo a wedding garter all around-fuck me!” Judy whimpered as her lover lay delicate kisses on her inner thigh. “You want me to tattoo that last bit?” Maiko chuckled. “Fuck you…” Judy whimpered unconvincingly. “You already did. Well actually, I fucked you but you were marvelous as always, dear. Is that all?” “No, one last place. On my…pubic mound I want a little kitty skull and two paw prints.” “I wouldn’t really call it a pubic mound, more like a Brazilian mound, not that I’m complaining. You sure you don’t want the pussy tat on your actual pussy?” Maiko questioned with a grin as she continued to rub Judy’s genitals, only to receive a glare in return. “You’re so cute Judy. Alright, I’ll do it.” “Really?! What’s the catch?” “None, I got time off for tomorrow.” Judy was extremely excited, yet also suspicious. Maiko didn’t seem like the person who would be willing to do such a complex task for a long amount of time, even with nudity involved. The seductive glint in her eyes bordered on sadism, which only heightened the techie’s doubts. Still, she was also too excited and intrigued to care, and her suspicions were completely forgotten when Maiko bit at her clit. “SHIT!” “No catch dear. Just be ready and do what I say tomorrow.” “YES! THANK YOU!” Judy shrieked at the pleasure and grinded her crotch into Maiko’s face as she feasted on her labia. Soon she reached nirvana and cried as she squirted, Maiko greedily slurping the sweet liquid and it poured down her throat. Afterwards she sat up and went to the bathroom to grab some tissues, using one to dab at her lover’s tears and then wipe up any excess fluid. Noticing Judy was beginning to doze off, Maiko snapped her fingers repeatedly until the techie lazily blinked. “More? C’mon Maiko, I just want to sleep.” “Then go take a piss, unless you want to wet the bed again.” “Jesus Christ Maiko, why the hell would you bring that up?!” Judy snapped, blushing at the memory and pulling the covers up over her body. “I’ll stop mentioning how often you piss yourself when you actually earn it. Until then you’ll continue to be the Prissy Pissy Princess.” “Don’t call me that.” Judy whispered, insulted. “But you are, how many times have I had to wipe you down after you wet your panties in public? How many times have I had to do laundry in the middle of the night because our bed sheets were soaked with your urine?” she listed off, enjoying her girlfriend’s growing shame. Maiko had relentlessly teased her in a similar manner a couple months ago when the Mox had indeed wet the bed after they both passed out from a night of successful lovemaking. She had expected to be yelled at and maybe even dumped for such ungraceful behavior, however Maiko was uncharacteristically comforting, wiping her genitals just like when they had sex and even cleaning up her mess. That wasn’t the only accident, due to Judy’s small bladder, constant work schedule, disgust of public restrooms, and a desire to test her holding limits, she constantly wet herself in public and private. Thankfully, Maiko caught on pretty quick and would bring wet wipes and spare underwear whenever they went out together, along with being able to hide her lover’s condition from any wandering eyes. In addition, she memorized her girlfriend’s signs of desperation and taught her girlfriend how to do kegels and urinate standing up to reduce the number of public accidents. While Maiko had been pretty understanding in all cases, lately she would bring up Judy’s accidents in a manner that seemed like teasing, but seemed to hide other intentions. Thankfully it wasn’t contempt or bullying judging by how she never ceased to be comforting or affectionate, however it was something major Judy couldn’t pick up on. Case in point, Maiko yanked the covers off her lover and wrestled for dominance, trying to pick her up and haul Judy out of bed, while Judy struggled to get away from grasping hands. In the end, Maiko won by mounting her and tickling her lover’s abdomen. Judy’s eyes bulged in horror as she felt hands press on her bladder and she cringed when some urine trickled out. It wasn’t a whole lot, however if Maiko saw or felt it then she surely would have figured it out. Sure enough, she saw her lover’s eyes widen and she gently patted the techie’s genitals. Judy cringed in shame at the feeling of her lover recognizing she just urinated, and could only pray the awkwardness would die down soon enough and they could put it behind them. “What’s this, Judy dear?” Maiko questioned as she waved and displayed her fingers dripping with urine. “It can’t be your arousal fluid, it’s not nearly sticky or viscous enough, not to mention the damp spot beneath your crotch is too big, even for your slutty ass. It can’t be your squirt either, I drank every last drop of it. I wonder if this tastes the same though…” she trailed off as she licked her fingers seductively. Judy stared in awe, forgetting what they were doing was taboo and just fascinated that Maiko was either very brave, very curious, or very aroused. “It’s certainly similar, at least you drink a lot of water. Still, I wonder what this mystery liquid could be.” “I have no idea, but on an unrelated note I think I’ll hit the can.” Judy distactedly replied as she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door. Maiko pouted that she couldn't see the show, yet still satisfied at hearing the resonating sound of a continuous splash that could only be her lover’s urine stream hitting the toilet water. ‘Judy dear, I had no idea. We really do go hand in hand. All this time I thought you were just accident prone, when in reality you’re a practitioner of omorashi. There’s only one thing left I need in order to confirm it, tomorrow’s going to be even more arousing than I thought. Good luck Judy, you’re going to love what I have in store.’ Soon a flush was heard, along with the faucet. Eventually her girlfriend re-emerged and the two joined each other in the covers, sleeping away the exhaustion of another night well spent. The next day Judy and Maiko arrived in the braindance basement. Maiko was wearing her usual dress, however Judy was clad in a blue and white checkered dress shirt and blue sport shorts (or as Maiko so appropriately nicknamed: Judy Booty shorts). Maiko had told her Mox girlfriend that she needed loose clothing to avoid rubbing on the tattoo ink which seemed appropriate enough, however Judy could tell Maiko also just loved seeing her scandalously clad, ignoring the fact that the braindance techie wore a crop top on the daily, not to mention the rigorous sex they engaged in. To her further confusion, Maiko had insisted that Judy had drunk a lot of water and coffee, saying it would keep her simulated for the tattooing process. She didn’t even understand the logic behind that one, but nonetheless followed through, patting her bladder to soothe the dull yet present urge to urinate. Maiko turned around with a grin. “Alright dear, let’s begin. I’ll get the tattoo gun ready, you undress and lie down on the chair belly first so we can get your back started. I have the designs right here.” “Thank you.” Judy murmured as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and shrugged off her shorts. Now she was completely nude, as she had forgone underwear to avoid having them rub off her wet tattoos. She lay down and sighed as her breasts squished against the table, thankful she was petite. Panam’s heaving set would undoubtedly be uncomfortably mashed were she in the same position. The mox whimpered as her lover brushed cold alcohol wipes against her lean back muscles. “Sorry dear, I know.” Maiko replied as she kissed the other girl’s cheek. Soon after that was the familiar whir of the tattoo gun and the accompanying sting burning into her back muscles, causing Judy to grit her teeth. Still, it wasn’t too painful and only took a couple of minutes. ‘Two seahorses stretched across my back done in two minutes? This won’t be so bad after all.’ Suddenly she cried at the sudden entry of Maiko’s fingers entering her labia lips. “Fuck, seriously Maiko?!” “Sorry Judy! It’s just so tempting, seeing your tush on display. Speaking of…” her lover trailed off as she squeezed Judy’s ass cheeks. “I’ll never get tired of doing this.” “I-I appreciate how good you’re making me but this isn’t the time for this.” “We need to wait for your back tats to dry so you can lie down comfortably. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time.” “Fine, but nothing more.” “Of course.” Maiko replied. Judy was facing the other way in her position so she couldn’t see the devilish smirk on her lover’s face. After some time had passed Maiko instructed Judy to lie on her back and spread her legs while she set up the chair into gynecological position. She did so, yet was shocked as she felt her wrists and ankles get bound to the chair’s armrests and stirrups. “Maiko what the fuck?!” “Judy, you’re going to be tattooed in very sensitive places, this is for the best. Can’t have you jumping out and ruin inking your body.” “Something tells me this isn’t protocol.” the mox snarked. “Maybe, but this is certainly more fun.” “Fine, just continue.” Maiko obliged, first drawing ink patterns on wet paper and applying them to Judy’s parts and winking whenever her partner uddered a shudder of delight at the contact. Once done, she removed them and snapped a photo of the bound and naked Mox decorated with purple ink on her sensitive areas. Once done, Maiko went to work, first etching burning ink onto Judy’s left breast. She hissed as the tattoo gun made its mark and stung a cobweb design onto her breast, expanding across the entirety of her mound. The left one felt similar punishment as “I refuse to submit” was tattooed on the underside. Maiko lovingly blew air to cool her lover off and felt pleased as she noticed both of Judy’s nipples harden in arousal. Next she etched the shark design, her sadistic pleasure growing as Judy cried at the feeling of a large mass of ink etch itself on the left side of her abdomen. Once again, Maiko waited for the Mox to recover, satisfied that this most recent tattoo tested her bladder. She then moved on to Judy’s legs, first applying the owl design to the right thigh. That one wasn’t too difficult, however the real challenge (well, challenge for Judy, for Maiko it was a treat) was applying the wedding garter all around Judy’s left thigh. To her credit, the techie pushed through like a trooper, mewling in pain and pleasure the whole time. Maiko smiled and lovingly kissed Judy to revive her. “This is it, love. You’ve been such a good girl. Think you can handle the finishing touch?” “Yeah, but…fuck…I have to piss so bad.” “It’s going to be alright Judy, just trust me on this one.” Under different circumstances Judy would’ve felt a shiver of fear at the sadism in Maiko’s eyes and immediately requested to be let go, however due to her impatience to finish her tattoos and void her bladder she nodded and braced herself. Maiko took deep breaths to prepare herself. This would finally help awaken Judy’s desires and unlock a whole new world for her. Then with hardened determination, she immediately tattooed the kitty skull and paws on Judy’s bare crotch. “MAIKO!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!!!” Judy shrieked with pain and pleasure, the sting caused her labia to pulse and she involuntary let out one final primal scream of agony and desire as she released, a large wet geyser sprayed out of her pussy and she gripped the hand rests while gyrating with torturous delight, causing her jet of piss to spray around even more. Maiko gladly drank what she could, however the sheer volume soaked her, the bed pan, and the floor. Soon it died down to spurts and dribbles, accompanied by Judy gasping at the unknown feeling of a masochistic uphoria washing over her entire body. ‘That…that bitch! I trusted her and she used me to get her sick kicks! Fuck…she made me orgasm through pain and pissing, how is that even possible?’ she internally wondered. After some time passed, Maiko got a towel to wash both of them up, lovingly attending Judy’s wet genitals and thighs. “There you go babe, hope you enjoyed it. This was all for you.” Maiko cooed. Judy patiently waited as Maiko continued to wipe her, then apply the tattoo paper to cover her tats. She even let herself get helped out of chair and wobbly avoided the puddle that had leaked onto the floor. Then she stormed off to collect her clothes. “Hey, wait up. Not even a thank you? Come on Judy, I gave you free tats and rocked your world! I introduced you to omorashi, since you couldn’t bring yourself to.” Without a second thought, Judy forgot all about getting dressed and marched right up to Maiko, deeply kissing her. “Woah, now that’s more like-FUUCK!” she shrieked right back as Judy slammed her knee right up Maiko’s genitals. “You see?! That’s what that felt like! That’s what it feels like everytime we have sex and you use my body beyond its limits, even when I beg you to slow down!” Judy yelled, pouring all the hurt as she yanked her shirt and shorts back on. “Judy, wait…” Maiko gasped. “You’re cleaning that mess up yourself. Then get the fuck out of my home.” the techie bluntly demanded as she stormed off. With luck, she could find Evelyn or Panam to comfort her, otherwise she’d have no choice but to either drink herself into a stupor or go back to Maiko. Thankfully she met Evelyn and tearfully admitted the bare minimum, thankful that Evelyn offered nothing but love, support and comfort. She was a true choomba, through and through. “So that’s what happened…Judy I’m so sorry.” Panam replied with sadness. “When I get my hands on that cunt-” “Don’t. Panam, you have no idea how happy those words make me, but I’ve moved on. Hurting Maiko would only bring back more damage and drama, not to mention it’d hurt me too. I still love her, even if she was a crazy bitch. Not to mention, in her own twisted way, she was trying to and did help me. “Judy…” “Panam listen. I’m not forgiving her or pretending what she didn’t do was borderline predatory, because it was. Still, I already got payback and moved on, and like I said there’s always going to be some residual feelings. I’m happy with where I’m at now, and as a true choomba you’ll accept that. Please?” “Alright, I will.” “Thanks, for that and just listening to me. I suppose I owe you an apology, since I had already moved on and viewed the experience in a more pleasurable light I forgot it might disturb you.” “No Judy, I should be thanking you for even opening up.” “It’s alright. Let’s just hope amor will be more forgiving in the future.” Both women giggled, not knowing how right they would be as they would soon be joined by two legends who went by the name V. Ending Note: So, good news: I made the first Ada Wong, Indigo Prophecy, and Cyberpunk 2077 stories on this site (at least that I’m aware of), I’m on a roll! Bad news, you know how long it took for this to come out? Imagine the wait time for a whole story with multiple chapters, because that’s probably going to be how long it’ll take for it to be released. On the bright side, I have other projects which will be released in between to make up for it. Anyways really hope you enjoyed this one, I sure did despite the dark ending. Don’t worry, in the proper story Vincent and Valerie will be nothing but loyal lovers to both of this story’s heroines.

I apologize for interrupting the flow (no pun intended), but this comment is just to save my progress on my post. I'll post the first act as a comment later. Also, this chapter of The Heartwarming Flood contains lesbian/yuri content and sexually explicit scenes. Viewers are advised to click off if they don't like what the tags say.

Episode "Kill Team Kill" in the new Season 3 of Love Death + Robots starts with an explicit scene of a man peeing. I'm aware that some episodes are sexually explicit, but I wasn't expecting an explicit peeing scene. I'm not into male peeing, but I thought some of you might enjoy knowing about an a peeing scene in a pretty mainstream series. I'm not posting a clip for copyright reasons, but here is a screenshot.

A/N: Some of these tags relate to part 2. This is my first story or this site so any feedback you might have on story improvements is not only welcome, but encouraged. Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Today was the biggest day of her young carrier, and she’d be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark she stood up, mainly guided by instinct, as she shuffled towards the wall and felt around for the light switch. 4:30 felt like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it. She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation. As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives. Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled. She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back. Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle. When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker. She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes. “Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”. Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. “Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. “Just been standing a while.” Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle “Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper. “I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. “I can wait a moment if you need to run- “ “No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers “H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna. “Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. “Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started “Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence “I can make that...mmhf…call today” Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs. Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought Do we seriously both need to piss right now? Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up “Your thoughts?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?” Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it. “I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.” “I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it. She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her… No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind. I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There’s no way she needs to piss…right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half. Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna. “Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!” She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug. “You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?” “Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.” “Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.” In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client. “Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently “She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.” “Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” “Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan. “Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?” “She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?” “It’s really more important that I speak to her.” While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. “Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection “Yes?” “We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again “What do you mean you think?” “Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for. “…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?” Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun. She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer. “oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take. In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly. “Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered. “I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster “Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager: “Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone. She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them. In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line “Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?” “Sure thing” “Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?” “Uh, why?” “I need to know what my schedule looks like today” “Five” That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them. Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands. Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could. As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read: Darzi, Sarah Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit. “Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.” “Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.” “I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?” Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again. “Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.” “Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.” Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line. “Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.” Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah? Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants. Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes. It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom. Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water. Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again. Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction. Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why. “Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?” “What?” “The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime” “Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.” “Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.” Mary-Ann’s heart sank. “What time?” “I can only be here for a little while” “Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?” “Sorry, it’s out of my hands” “..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.” The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up. Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color. She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office. Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door. Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk. Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together. “Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?”

Lucoa, otherwise known as Quetzalcoatl, was the goddess of fashion until she was banished from Godhood. Ironically, even though she still performs her duties of spreading fashion and culture, Lucoa prefers to be completely nude more often than not. This draws the ire of her companion, the mage Shouta Magatsuchi, who constantly tells her to cover up. Because of this, she rarely ever gets the opportunity to lounge around the house au-naturale. But today, Lucoa was going on a little trip to a nudist beach on the southern coast of Japan. "Goodbye Shouta. I'll be back soon." "Have fun, Lucoa!" Shouta waved back. The goddess used her perception blocking to turn herself invisible, and flew towards the coast. She arrived after an hour of flight, making sure to conceal her powers by uncloaking in the woods near a desolate trail. Lucoa walked down it to the beach area, where she saw tons of people, both clothed and naked, walking around. There were people changing in various stalls, and putting their clothes in lockers. She found an empty stall and stripped down, letting her generously sized breasts hang free in the air, before putting her clothes in a locker and taking her blanket and cooler down to the beach. Lucoa placed her blanket down and put a cooler of drinks next to began applying sunscreen on her body, making sure to cover every inch so she doesn't get sunburned. "Hmm... I could use some help with my back." She looked around and shouted "Yoohoo! Can someone help me?" A man, who looked to be in his late 20s, walked up to her and replied "What do you need help with, miss?" "I was wondering if you would be willing to put this sunscreen on my back," she asked, to which he responded "Sure thing." Lucoa laid down on her stomach, allowing the kind stranger to rub sunscreen onto her back. "Thank you," Lucoa said as he finished applying the sunscreen to her back. "By the way, you're very pretty, miss." She smiled, "Thanks, you're not too bad looking yourself, handsome." He blushed, "Aw, thanks-" "HEY, TAMAKO, ARE YOU COMING BACK OVER? WE NEED ONE MORE PLAYER FOR VOLLEYBALL!" One of his friends called out. "Coming! Well, bye miss... uhh..." "Lucoa. Goodbye, Tamako! And thanks." She relaxed for a while, sunbathing and taking dips of her sodas and water bottle. After she waited for the sunscreen to sink in, she decided to go for a swim in the ocean. Tons of people at the beach were swimming in their birthday suits, cooling off from the hot summer sun. She swam around for a while, enjoying the waves and splashing around, until she started getting cold again and climbed back out to sunbathe again. A few hours later, she felt an urge to pee, the soda and water taking their toll. Of course, she didn't want to bother with it at the moment. "I can wait. I want to keep sunbathing for a while," she thought. She kept taking a sip from her water bottle, which was half empty. She was enjoying the sun, and she did not want to waste a single second of it. The sun was beginning to set, and by this point, Lucoa was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Okay, maybe it's time for a visit to the restroom," she said as she got up and headed towards the public toilets, holding her crotch as she did. To her horror, as soon as she reached the building"Are you kidding me? This line is ridiculous! I can't wait through this!" She considered trying the men's room, since they usually had shorter lines. She had no qualms about using the men's room if the women's was overflowing with people. She walked around to the other side to see the door was locked, with a sign that said OUT OF ORDER: CLOSED FOR CLEANING. She saw that most of the men and even some women were running off into the woods to pee. Lucoa decided to try that, being no stranger to peeing outdoors. She headed into the woods and searched for somewhere she could squat. She found a bush that would sufficiently conceal her, and got into a low squatting position. She closed her eyes and relaxed her bladder, letting loose a torrent of piss on the dirt and grass below her. "Ahhhhh..... Nothing like peeing in the woods. I can't imagine why Shouta baby is so embarrassed about it." She just kept peeing and peeing, for five full minutes. "Oh boy, this is gonna take a while." She thought. After another minute and a half, she finished peeing, and wiped herself dry with a leaf. She went back to her towel and watched the sunset before she would get dressed and head home. Lucoa got home just in time for dinner. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Shouta. "Welcome home, Lucoa!" he said, "How was your day?" She answered "It was good, Shouta. Say, what's that smell? It smells delicious." Shouta's mother came from the kitchen and said "I made some Takoyaki for dinner. You two should come and eat." They sat at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, especially Lucoa, after a long day at the beach. She hoped to visit that beach again someday.

Due to the personal nature of this, I'll keep things as anonymous as possible. I was having sex with a really submissive guy who mostly enjoys bottoming for me. He doesn't have a pee kink or anything. We were doing it doggystyle and he kept asking me to be rougher and rougher. I'm not that kind of guy unless someone really enthusiastically asks me to be, but I could tell he was really getting into it. I'm not exceptionally big by any means, so I didn't feel like I'd hurt him if I did what he requested. After a while of that, he finished hands-free, which he said he's never done before. I was really surprised, because I've never seen anyone do that. When we were done, he looked down and shyly said we'll definitely need to wash the blanket. I noticed we'd been a bit too enthusiastic and completely missed the towel I'd laid out earlier. I cleaned up the mess while he was in the shower so he could just rest after that. There was a huge spot on the bed right where his cum was, and it was very liquidy and way too much to be anything else. I've occasionally known guys to accidentally pee a little when bottoming before, myself included. But I never expect it. I was pretty excited that he enjoyed it so much he lost control like that.

Recap: After the first hour of a session that an acquaintance of mine had set up so he could watch me give his girlfriend Jane a massage, she asked if we could take a break. I assumed it was because she needed to go to the bathroom - and I did too. But I thought it could lead to an interesting situation if I tried to prolong things for a bit,. So: “Let me relax you a bit more first” I suggested. “I think you’ll enjoy what I’m thinking of doing next if you can wait a few more minutes before we take a break.” Her eyes widened but she was obviously intrigued because she nodded mutely, pressing her thighs tightly together as did so. She let go of her restraining hand on mine and I continued my gentle massage, working my fingers up her inner thighs as she relaxed and slightly parted her legs, revealing the v at their apex clearly outlined against the taut fabric that was pressing against that part of her anatomy. I noticed a darker damp-looking spot at the centre of the pure whiteness and suspected that her juices had started to flow as soon as she felt the touch off my hands on her body. “I think it’s time to take these off” I whispered and, as if she’d been waiting for my cue, she raised her bottom off the bed to allow me to slide her underwear smoothly down her legs, revealing a tight smooth hairless slit that was glistening in the soft light that bathed the room. As if of their own accord, my hands crept closer to that inviting spot, taking their time and gently stroking her soft inner thighs with my fingers. Jane was obviously longing for my touch on the most sensitive part of my body and I could see her juices flowing more freely. Good thing I’d put those towels there! She raised her hips in the air as my fingers crept ever closer as if wiling them to touch her where she most wanted. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted as she tried to bring herself closer to my tantalising fingers. Teasingly, I took my hands away and she opened her eyes and looked at me pleadingly as I heard Rod’s voice saying “I want to see you licking her.” I saw from Jane's expression that this was more than ok by her - in fact, it seemed it was exactly what she’d been hoping for as she allowed her thighs to fall apart to let me lower my head between them. And really, I didn’t need much encouragement to do as Rod had suggested. He started to stroke his penis, obviously very turned on as he watched me flicking my tongue over his girlfriend’s clit while my index finger slid gently inside her soft wetness, curving it upwards. She sighed with obvious pleasure when the tip of my finger discovered her most stimulating inward spot, starting to move her hips up and down with increasing urgency, breathing heavily and moaning softly. I realised she was getting very close to having an orgasm. The sight of her mounting pleasure suddenly grew too much for Rod and, throwing off his dressing gown and standing beside the bed with his thick penis fully erect he said “I’ve just got to fuck her now”. So we changed positions, with me sitting on the chair he’s just vacated and Rod wasting no time in sliding his dick into her soft warm slickness where my tongue and finger had just been, affording me the wonderful sight of a young couple in their prime having unrestrained sex right in front of me. There was no way I could resist stroking my own engorged penis as they get closer and closer to what seemed like being an almost overwhelming climax.Besides, they were so involved in what they were doing that they were probably hardly aware that I was masturbating while I watched them - though I think they were both turned on by the fact that they had an audience for their most intimate moments. I was almost at the point of no return and about to cum in my briefs when Jane’s whole body tensed and they both stopped moving. She pushed Rod off her, sat up and said “I really must take a break now. I need to go to the bathroom. Won’t be long.” Rod rolled away reluctantly as Jane started to get up. I was feeling really daring by this point so I reached over and put one hand on Jane's leg as I asked “Can you hold on for a few more minutes? It will help to ease the tension in some of the muscles I couldn’t get to before if you do. Besides, I know that some women discover that doing so increases their pleasure during sex. Maybe you will too. I’ve a way that may help you hold it in a bit longer. I think you’ll enjoy it but you can tell me at any point if you’d rather we didn’t go on. Want to give it a try?” To be continued

View File GUN-873 GUN-873-01 - The actress introduces herself and talks to the cameraman for a bit. She then strips naked and plays with herself until she starts pissing/squirting. GUN-873-02 - While studying her tutor leaves the room for a minute. As he leaves the room she pulls out a manga and reads that instead of doing her studies. When the tutor returns he catches her in the act and as a form of punishment he takes her to the roof and handcuffs her to the stairs and leaves her there. As time goes by she grows more and more desperate to pee until she can no longer hold it and wets herself. GUN-873-03 - The actress flirts with a man who asks her to spit in his facemask. After spitting in his mask she flashes her panties at him a few times before leading him to her apartment. Once there she plays with herself on the stairs for a bit before wetting her panties. She then puts her wet panties on the mans head and tells him she still needs to pee and for him to go get her a bowl to pee in. GUN-873-04 - As Two men pick the actress up and start kissing/licking her she starts wetting herself. Screenshots are in order of the files GUN-873 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/17/2022 Category JAV Collections