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Maybe you've heard of this game before! Maybe not! It just released recently, and it's quickly become one of my favorite omo games. I wrote a review of it on DLsite, but here it is for convenience: Anyway, I'm working on a translation of it, sort of inspired by when trashgomi decided to (with some help) translate all of Mojique. I might use this thread to ask about translation preferences ("Do you think A or B sounds more natural?"), or just as an update progress thing. I've mostly been focusing on menus. Progress so far: Buy the game here! The developer (りてぃー) worked hard on it and quite honestly deserves the money. DLSite: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/announce/=/product_id/RJ01061811.html (1210 JPY ~= 8.40 USD) Booth: https://giridun.booth.pm/items/4849466 (990 JPY ~= 6.88 USD, cheaper because Booth takes a smaller cut)

Today I went to the beach on a full bladder, and the bathroom was somehow locked. Instead of finding somewhere else to go though, I decided to hold it for the rest of the day. I subtly walked around dancing and fidgeting periodically, as well as going back up to the bathroom to pretend to be trying to open the door so I could "go" (as if this weren't intentional <_<), holding myself in my bikini, enjoying the awesome feeling of needing to pee. I held on even through a therapy appointment and ended up holding for about 8 hours. Honestly I could have done longer, but it was getting dark and my sphincters were starting to weaken. So when I was about ready to throw in the towel, I went to a private place and climaxed on my full bladder, and then went back to the locked bathroom door where I made sure no one was around before finally releasing an entire work-day's length of liquid. Easily one of the best holds I've had. I'm still so turned on by thinking about how long I put myself through that for and I long to experience it again! Hopefully it will be warm again soon and my sphincters can heal as fast as possible! With love, Kelsie xoxo ❤️

WARNING: This is an omorashi fic with BDSM and smut. It gets quite explicit after Amity wakes up. This story takes place post-S3 timeskip, all characters are aged 18+. "Amity, I have to pee" Luz whined. "Can you hold it until we get home?" Amity asked. "No." Luz stated. She grabbed her crotch for emphasis. "There's a bathroom over there, but it looks like there's a long line" Amity replied. Flashback "Alright Luz, ready to play?" Amity asked "Yes!" Luz exclaimed excitedly. "Alright, remind me what our safe word is again?" Amity asked. Luz rolled her eyes and replied, "It's Hooty". "Yes, that's right. And remember Luz, our safe word is there to ensure that both of us feel safe and comfortable and don't take things too far. I don't want you getting hurt while we're doing this." Amity stated. "I know, I know. I'm just a little impatient." Luz said. "Alright, you don't have to wait any longer then cause I just bought you 48 oz of soda that I expect you to drink throughout our movie." Amity said. Luz smiled gleefully and happily took the soda and began gulping it down as they sat down on their apartment couch and started watching The Good Witch Azura 2: The Betrayaling. During the movie, Amity wrote the following GilderSnake script: # random_timer_length.gs from random import uniform, seed if __name__ == '__main__': seed("Lumity") lower_bound = 15 upper_bound = 20 x = uniform(lower_bound, upper_bound) time = "{:.1f}".format(x) print(f'The bathroom line will require you to wait for {time} minutes!') And hit run: The bathroom line will require you to wait for 15.6 minutes! Amity frowned a bit, knowing that the output was near the lower bound. But 15.6 min was still a long time to wait if your bladder was full. Plus, part of the fun is that Luz won't know exactly how much time she'll need to wait. She then continued to watch the movie with Luz. Only 30 minutes into the movie, Amity noticed that Luz was starting to squirm around. She smirked as she knew the movie still had 90 minutes to go. Some time later, Luz couldn't stop moving. At first, she was rocking back and forth in her seat. Then she was crossing and uncrossing her legs. Amity decided that now was a good time for some teasing. She swirled around Luz's soda and determined that there was about half of it left. "Hey Batata, remember to stay hydrated. This movie is quite long after all" Amity teased. Luz stared at Amity momentarily with hesitation. She knew what she had to do, but she didn't know if she could handle it. She grabbed her soda and began drinking it. The liquid entering her throat caused her bladder to spasm and she had to stick a hand in her crotch. "Uh uh uhh" Amity said. "No using your hand to help you hold it until after the movie's over sweetie. Normally I'd punish you. But I'll give you a pass this time." Luz groaned and gave her a pouty face. But she obliged. She just crossed her legs tightly until the spasm stopped. She continued to drink her soda as Amity requested. "Good girl" Amity praised. Luz gave her a weak smile and then continued to concentrate on the movie. It helps her forget her urge to pee after all. Some more time passed and Luz's hands were gripping her thighs. She desperately wanted to grab her crotch, but she knew Amity would forbid her. Then, she felt Amity's head in her shoulder. Oh no, Luz thought. Head on shoulder means she's taking a nap, which means no disturbing her. If Luz moves or makes too much noise, she'll be punished. Luz squeezed her legs together with all her might. She began to feel her sphincter weakening. Oh, how she wished she could squirm or cross her legs or rock back and forth, or even... grab her crotch... But no, it was clear to her that Amity was forbidding her from doing any of that. She shut her eyes hoping it would give her strength. But each second that passed she felt her bladder pulse with more and more urgency and her blood vessels were still expanding and contracting around that area, giving her bladder that pounding, throbbing sensation of desperation. Luz let out a quiet whimper. Luz felt another big wave of desperation. But this time she couldn't do anything to help her sphincter. So she just let herself leak. For one second. No it was two. Ok maybe it was three. But it's not very noticeable... Hopefully... She felt her sphincter scream in agony as she closed her valve. The liquid still trying to force it's way out of her. The important part was that it didn't disturb Amity's nap. The dampness in her panties wasn't helping. Oh no, the wetness made it worse, a constant reminder to her bladder that there's a lot more of that where it came from, and it wanted to come out. She looked down and was horrified when she saw the damp patch on her pants. Oh no, Amity's definitely gonna notice that, Luz thought. She'll just have to keep Amity asleep for as long as possible. She kept trying to focus on the movie, despite the constant throbbing in her bladder. She so desperately wanted to cross her legs, or squirm around, or do anything to help herself hold. But the longer she kept Amity asleep, the longer she could delay her punishment. Eventually, the agonizing ache of her bladder was too much for her. She had to cross her legs and squirm. The stirring woke up Amity who then rubbed her eyes before looking at Luz. She immediately saw the dark patch on the crotch of her pants. A mischievous grin formed on Amity's face. "Did someone leak and wet their pants?" Amity teased. Luz nodded with a frown, dreading what was coming next. "Oh Luz, I'm sure you already know that this means you'll have to be punished." Amity stated. Luz squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, "Just get it over with already". "My pleasure" Amity replied. Amity proceeded to softly place her hand on Luz's bulging bladder. That was enough to force another whimper out of Luz's mouth. She softly grazed the palm of her hand around her round bulge, the way she would on her breasts. Oh Titan it was so teasingly soft. But Luz knew what was coming, and despite that, she wasn't ready. Suddenly, Amity squeezed her bladder, in a way that would feel really nice if this was her boobs. But it wasn't, the pressure it exerted on Luz's bladder was overwhelming. She immediately doubled over and clamped her legs together. She felt another spurt of pee escape her urethra, with another throb in the same location threatening to spill more out. It took all of her willpower to close her sphincter and more so to keep it closed. Thankfully, Amity released her hand soon after and it gave her just the slightest bit of relief. "Well, it looks like your body is losing fluids, so it's important to rehydrate. Drink up!" Amity stated. Luz obliged and reluctantly sucked in her soda again. She felt a shiver down her spine as the cold liquid entered her throat. She kept her legs tight together for the rest of the movie. Despite the agonizing pain in her bladder, Luz was extremely turned on right now. This was the most dominating she's ever seen Amity and she was loving every moment of it. After all, not all the dampness in her panties was from urine at the moment. Soon after, the credits of the movie started playing. Luz immediately started to stand up. But was pulled back down by Amity. "Nuh uh uh Batata, what if there's a post credit scene?" Amity stated. Luz sat back down with a pout and let out a small moan. She needed a bathroom right now, otherwise her pants would be soaked soon. The credits went on for a few minutes. The throbbing of Luz's bladder just got more and more intense. She continued to rock back and forth and squirm around. After the credits were over, it turned out there weren't any scenes afterwards. Luz shot Amity a dirty look, suspecting that she already knew that. Amity gave her a smile and held her hand. Luz's expression immediately softened. Holding Amity's hand was always a nice feeling, even if her bladder was screaming at her for being oh so overly stretched. They walked out of the "movie theatre", well, Luz hobbled out, but as soon as they were outside, Luz said "Amity, I have to pee" with a whine. "Can you hold it until we get home?" Amity asked. "Nooooo" Luz moaned. She grabbed her crotch for emphasis. "There's a bathroom over there, but it looks like there's a long line" Amity replied. "It doesn't look that long, plus, I reeeeeally don't think I can hold it till we get home" Luz replied. She was doubled over and swaying back and forth as she said this. "Alright, we can wait." Amity said. She pulled out her scroll and set a timer for 15:36. Luz was doing a full on potty dance now. She was stepping side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, and her hand was firmly grabbing her crotch. She was so glad she could do the last one now that they were out of the theatre. She periodically let out moans of desperation, which was music to Amity's ears. She was just standing there and enjoying the show that Luz was putting on for her. Amity periodically checked her scroll for the time. 12:03 12:02 12:01 "You're being such a good girl Luz" Amity stated. "I think I have something that can help you hold it while you're in line" "Yes, anything!" Luz exclaimed. Amity walked up behind Luz, then slipped a hand down her pants and panties. It felt so damp, sticky, and warm down there. Amity smiled. "You can let go of your crotch now Luz" Amity said. Luz let go with a whimper, but luckily, a split second later, Amity's hand was in it's place. She used her middle finger to plug up her peehole and gave it a slight massage. Luz let out a moan. With her pointer finger, Amity started rubbing her clitoris. Luz let out a louder moan of pleasure. A lot of stimuli was coursing through Luz's genitals right now and it was almost overwhelming for her. This went on for a few minutes until Amity felt a warm spurt hit her middle finger. She took her hand away from Luz and said, "I see your don't appreciate my help, I guess you can hold it yourself for the rest of the line then." In reality, Amity enjoyed the warm feeling of Luz's pee gushing out on her fingers. But she needed an excuse to continue her role as the dom in this situation. Pee started gushing out of Luz after Amity's hand disappeared, her pants now had a fist sized damp spot. She immediately jammed her own hand to her crotch to stem the flow. Her sphincter was aching so much with all this opening and closing. "Nooooo, I did enjoy it, I just need to pee sooooo badly." Luz whined. "Well, I assume you know how to hold your own pee better than I do, so I'll leave you to it then," Amity replied with a smirk. Amity felt a bit bad that she was being this cruel, but Luz's smile shortly after her statement reassured her that Luz was enjoying this too. Truth be told, her own panties were also getting damp and sticky. She looked at her scroll for the time. 7:56 7:55 7:54 "Ugh, is the line even moving?" Luz asked, while squirming. "Oh yeah, we moved a few places up since we stood in line. It's just a pretty long line cause everyone else needs to use the washroom after the movie too." Amity replied. Luz could feel her control slipping. She had no idea how long she'd have to wait in this stupid line. The agonizing pressure of her overstretched bladder was begging her to just release it all. Her aching sphincter was imploring her to just let it relax. And her wet panties weren't helping her situation. But she's seeing just how much Amity is enjoying this. She doesn't even have to try that hard to put on a show for her, her body is just instinctively squirming around, rocking back and forth, her hands and legs in a pretzel position. Amity's been giving her bedroom eyes for the past hour. This was making them both really horny so it was all worth it. 6:41 6:40 6:39 Luz felt her body spasm as a huge wave of desperation washed over her. "Amity," Luz said, "I need your help, I can't hold it much longer!" Her hands were glued to her crotch while she doubled over. "I thought my help wasn't very helpful" Amity stated. "It was helpful!" Luz countered. "I'm just... so full right now. Please, I need you!" Luz begged. A gasp escaped from Luz's mouth and Amity saw the dark patch on her pants get bigger. "Please, you can do anything to me to help me hold!" Luz begged further. Amity raised an eyebrow "Anything?" she asked. "Yes, anything!" Luz responded. Amity smiled. "Alright, I have one other method. You'll need to pull down your pants and panties though." Amity started to kneel down. Luz quickly obliged and removed her pants and panties. The cold air hitting her pussy, as well as her lack of hand there caused her to leak even more pee. Thankfully, shortly afterwards, Amity's tongue came to the rescue and plugged up her peehole for her. It took a bit of effort, but Luz managed to slow down her leak, into spurts, and then completely stopped the flow. Amity's tongue helped out, acting as a plug, but also giving Luz some pleasure. Amity started licking around Luz's pussy. After the pee stopped coming out, she focused her tongue on Luz's clit. A euphoric feeling washed over Luz as she enjoyed all the pleasurable feelings coming from her pussy. As Amity started licking her clit in a circular pattern, Luz let out a loud pleasurable moan. Amity was glad that she had this effect on Luz. She still had to work on not suppressing her own moans whenever they were in the bedroom or doing spicy stuff like this. Her mom never told her that she was against masturbation. But she didn't take any chances as a teen. She remembers the first time she masturbated, it was after their Grudgby game with Boscha. After she returned home that day, she just couldn't stop thinking about Luz being drenched in sweat. She was so close to Luz when she was being carried to the nurses office that she could smell her musky odor. She kept her mouth shut and was careful not to make any noises with her mouth as she was rubbing her crotch. It was very exploratory, at first, she didn't know where to rub to maximize her pleasure. It wasn't until she discovered the small nub at the top of her crotch that she finally struck gold and orgasmed for the first time. The pleasurable feeling of Amity's tongue helped distract Luz from her aching bladder. Her moans continued to be a mix of pleasure and desperation. Amity's crotch started tingling with excitement, just like the first time she masturbated. She let out a moan that resulted in her mouth vibrating on Luz's pussy and that elicited a louder moan from Luz. Shortly afterwards, Luz orgasmed and Amity drank up her juices and licked her pussy clean. This helped numb the aching feeling from Luz's bladder for a while so she pulled up her pants and panties and continued to wait in line. 2:35 2:34 2:33 "Ugh, how long is the line now? My bladder is absolutely bursting" Luz said. Amity checked her phone. "Looks like there's just a few more people in front of us" Amity replied. "Mmmmmmm, could this line go any faster? I don't know how much longer I can hold it!" Luz exclaimed with a moan. "We're almost there, you're doing great Batata" Amity assured. Luz could feel her pee at the edge of her urethra, threatening to spill out at any moment. Her bladder was throbbing with more urgency than she's ever felt before. She really needed to pee now. And everytime she squeezed her crotch, she could feel the warmth and dampness of her panties. She didn't even know if grabbing her crotch was even helping anymore. 0:56 0:55 0:54 "Ooooooo, ohhhhhh" Luz moaned. "Amity, I gotta pee sooooo bad" "We're next in line! Almost there Luz, you can do it!" Amity encouraged. 0:32 0:31 0:30 "Eeeeep" Luz squeaked. "Amity, it's coming out, I can't stop it!" Amity saw dark streaks going down her crossed leggings. 0:19 0:18 0:17 Amity proceeded to use her finger to help Luz plug up her urethra again. "Come on Luz, just a little bit longer, don't let it all out yet" Amity said. 0:10 0:09 Amity felt the warm liquid gushing into her fingers. It was slowing down somewhat now that she was helping her plug it in. 0:08 0:07 0:06 The grimace on Luz's face and her moans of desperation were priceless. Amity was enjoying every second of this. 0:05 0:04 Amity gave Luz a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear "I hear the toilet flushing, so it's almost your turn. But I won't let you use it before I do unless you stop your stream before the timer is up." Amity crossed her legs and grabbed her own crotch for emphasis. She also didn't pee since before the movie started. 0:03 Luz shut her eyes and concentrated all her willpower on getting her sphincter to close. Oh Titan, it already felt exhausted. But she needed to if she wanted to save what was left of her dignity and so that Amity would allow her to use the toilet first. 0:02 "Ooh, ooooo, ah" Luz continued to make deep moaning sounds as she slowly closed her valve once again. 0:01 Amity felt the stream slow, and then stop right before her scroll rang with the Azura theme song to indicate that time was up. ***AZURA THEME SONG PLAYS*** Amity turned the alarm off and let Luz into the bathroom. Luz immediately walked in, yanked down her soaked pants and panties and then began peeing out a torrent of a stream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" Luz moaned in relief. Amity smiled watching Luz relieve herself in full view of her. Luz even opened up her legs so that she got a clear view of her pussy and the jet of pee coming out of it. She felt her own bladder spasm a bit at the sight, but she was able to hold it in. She kissed Luz on the mouth so that she could enjoy the vibrations of her pleasurable moaning from being able to void her bladder. The sound of pee hitting the toilet water at high pressure reverberated in the bathroom causing Amity to grab her crotch. Eventually, the stream started to slow, and then it stopped. Amity was so horny at this moment, she wanted to continue what they were doing, but she also had to pee. So as soon as Luz's stream stopped, Amity proceeded to pull down her own pants. "Nuh uh uh" Luz said. "I'm afraid the bathroom is now closed for cleaning and maintenance" "But Luz, I haven't peed for the past 3 hours!" Amity complained. Luz proceeded to close the toilet lid and flushed it, causing Amity to cross her legs at the sound. "Well that's a shame, the janitor is kicking us out of the bathroom, and the line outside looks longer than when we entered, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait till we get home. It's a good thing home is only an hour away" Luz said. Amity's eyes bulged out "An hour?! Why did we pick a theatre so far from home?" Amity asked. "Only the best theatre, one with IMAX 3D DBOX seating is worthy of premiering the Azura movies for us Batata" Luz replied. "Now let's get going, it's a long drive home after all." Luz proceeded to grab Amity's hand and walked her out of the bathroom. Amity whimpered as she got so close to peeing, but was denied it at the last second. FIN

Chapter 1: The Curse Tyria drew her sword and pointed it at an old witch. Tyria was 23 years old, slightly dark skinned, and had freckles along her cheeks. Her subtle red hair was tied into a ponytail and came down to just below her ears. Her fierce blue eyes cut daggers into the witch. She wore a dark green shirt with blue pants and black bear fur boots. Her armor was small and polygonal and was colored cream with yellow highlights on the edges. “Now leave this village and never come back! You mischievous hexs have no place in this town!” The witch had grey, wrinkled skin. Warts plastered her face and her pupils were as black as night. Her limbs were boney and she seemed to be only wearing a sack on her torso. Her hair was patchy and gray. A true bottom dweller. “You have no proof that those were even my hexs! It could’ve been any other witch!” the witch said, flailing her arms about, making the sound of popping joints. “That’s not what the townspeople think!” said Tyria, “The shopkeep saw you wandering around where the totem was found, no one else is talented in the magic arts as much as you are, and no one else would make that hex do the thing that it did unless it appealed to a specific taste! One that the townspeople say that you specifically have!” “I’m a resident of this town too, you know! You can’t kick me out! I’ll sue!” Tyria then closed in fast and held the sword at the witch’s neck. “You can’t sue if you’re dead.” “So you admit what you’re doing is wrong!” Tyria pushed her word deeper against the witches neck. “Don’t push it.” she said in a threatening voice. The witch growled. “Augh! Fine! You win! I’ll leave!” “Good.” Tyria said with a smile. She then sheathed her sword and swung around on her hell, walking back into town. “Find some other town to prey on!” The witch grunted and hobbled down the path. She walked until she was about a mile out of town. “Me, place hexs around town. Psssh! Lucky guess, bitch. Stupid adventurers. Ever since the dark lord has been slain, my hobby gets harder to sustain since there are so many new novices to take on the small fry.” The witch grunted again. She swung behind a tree, popped a cork off a glass bottle and took a swing. “Ah yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She placed the bottle down on the ground and began to levitate in a meditation pose. Her eyes flashed open with yellow light shining out of them. “Let’s get a quick fix in before I move on to the next town.” In her mind, an overhead view of the town appeared. As her eyes moved, so did her vision of the town. Specific people were highlighted in yellow, to which she eagerly approached and observed. But her enthusiasm quickly waned as she scanned them. “Tch, 46%.” She moved on to the next person. “37%” Then the next. “Ohh, 56%. Maybe I can watch this one for a bit and-” Suddenly, her vision faded between reality and her potion vision. “No! Come on! I just need a little more time!” She quickly picked up her potion and drank what little remained. She then tossed it aside after realizing it was empty. “Damn it! It’s been so hard to make more of these potions. That was all I had left!” She took a deep breath. “No, I must use this time wisely. The tavern should work, I’m always able to find subjects there.” The witch focused her vision on the tavern, where she saw a promising sight. “Yes! A line! I might finally be able to get some good action here!” She moved in close to observe the people. All of which were waiting patiently outside of a bathroom. The witch’s enthusiasm faded again. “The highest here is 64% full! And she’s at the front of the line! Are there no more risk takers in this town.” Suddenly, the witch felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She sensed a significantly powerful need. “Oh, and who might that be?” She turned around to see who had just entered the tavern. “Oh, you…” The witch said in great disappointment. It was Tyria. Tyria walked over to the barkeep to talk business. As she did so, the witch watched in earnest. “To think you were 87% full in front of me. Impressive of you to keep a front like that. Less impressive that I wasn’t able to see through it. God, I must be losing it at my age.” “Yo, barkeep!” shouted Tyria. A small girl over the counter turned her head. “Coming!” She lifted her dress and ran over to Tyria. “So, any news?” “I managed to find the hex, destroy it, and kick its creator out of the town. All in a day no less.” said Tyria, nonchalantly picking at her fingernails with her thumb. “Whoa! That must be why business has been running so smoothly lately!” said the barkeep. “So the hex is affecting the townspeople now?” The barkeep shook her head. “Nope. At least, I don’t think so. No accidents today! When that hex was active, I’d be cleaning up the floor at least 10 times a day! Some of them were even… my messes.” “Well, glad to see everyone making it on time.” “Yeah. It will take another couple days before we know for sure. But everyone’s been extra cautious the past few hours. Everyone’s sick of being publicly humiliated so I assume they go at the first sign of need.” The witch groaned at this statement. Tyria subtly crossed her legs. “Speaking of need.” The barkeep clapped her hands together. “Oh yes, you need your reward, I’ll go fetch it for you!” She ran off behind the employee door. “That’s not what I-” Tyria sighed. She waited patiently on the bar, leaning her body against it and she subtly bounced in place, feeling her need to pee catch up with her. “We’ve reached 90%!” said the witch, still looking through her potion vision. “Come on! I need you to lose it so I can get my revenge!” Then, the barkeep came back out the door. She dropped a small sack of coins on the table right in front of Tyria. “Here ya go! 1000 Lyobies, as promised!” Tyria leaned in for a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. But there was another thing.” “Oh?” “I’ve been running around town all day and I kinda need to pee. And the line there is looking pretty long. Do you think-” The barkeep held her hand out. “Sorry ma’am! But employee bathrooms are for employees only. Company policy.” “Well, does company policy prevent you from letting me have next in line?” The barkeep thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall a rule like that.” “Then maybe-” “But I’m sorry! Even if I could, it would reflect poorly on me and the business to have favorites.” “Oh, but what if I-” Tyria put a Lyobie coin on the table, “did this?” The barkeep quickly snatched the coin and inspected it. “Shame on you, Tyria. Exploiting my greatest weakness.” “Will you make a show of it?” “That will cost extra.” Tyria sighed as she pulled another coin out of the bag. The barkeep caught it and giggled. She jumped on top of the bar while pocketing the coins and shouted, “Attention ladies, gents, and everything else in between!” The whole tavern looked at her and fell silent. “As you know, our town has been plagued by a hex that has afflicted everyone with a curse. Everybody became prone to a particular need and were publicly humiliated for not respecting said need more than they reasonably had too. This did not stand with us! We came together and called upon our resident adventurer to dispel this hex and to oust the individual responsible.” The barkeep gestured to Tyria. “Our very own Tyria Yanah has rid us of such mischievous behavior!” The whole bar cheered. “Booooooo!” sad the witch to herself. “As a special thanks, she will be given priority to the services of the tavern. Be nice now everyone!” finished the barkeep, winking and making an OK sign with her hand. The tavern rejoiced in agreement and continued on with their days. “Thanks for the show.” said Tyria, exhaling somewhat worriedly. “Now the bathroom.” “Yes yes, I know. You’re really an attention hog, you know that?” said The Barkeep, getting down from the table. “Follow me.” The two went down the hall towards the bathroom. “Special privileges?!” said the witch. “Right when I was so close to seeing something good! I swear that, Tyria. You won’t get away with this!” But then a thought came to her mind. “Wait a minute. I won’t let her get away with this! Yes! I have a plan!” She exited her potion vision and ran back over to the empty bottle she tossed, spit in it, swirled it around, then drained it. “Yes! You don’t get to take away my pleasure without suffering the consequences! I’m coming for you, Tyria Yanah!” The witch pulled out two more potions. One was black and the other blue with yellow swirls. She drank the blue one and focused. Tyria Yanah. She had been holding it for quite some time, but her poker face was formidable. The witch imagined the need she must’ve been in. The swollen bladder, the focus she must exert, the feeling of slight relief with every subtle cross of the leg. The witch exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Darkness. “Oops, I didn’t make a teleportation potion to the void again did I? What is it labeled as? Augh! I can’t see, maybe if I just-” Suddenly, the witch stumbled into something. She seethed in pain, jolting back only to hit another thing. Then, the sound of crashing glass and metal sounded out as she got buried by all manner of dark objects. Outside, Tyria and The Barkeep were walking down the hall when they heard crashing coming from a nearby broom closet. “What was that?” said the Barkeep, moving to investigate. “It’s probably just rats or something.” said Tyria, “Could we please just hurry?” The barkeep put her fists on her hips. “Hmph! How dare you insinuate that I don’t keep proper pest control in my establishment!” “So you made the company policy?” “Uh, w-we don’t gotta talk about that!” The Barkeep moved swiftly to push Tyria along. “Plus, you’re getting a free ticket to the front of the line, aren’t you? Best hurry!” As they left, the broom closet door opened. A floating black potion, seemingly being drunk by nothing, was completely emptied in the air. “Let’s hope this invisibility lasts. It’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this.” She followed Tyria down the hall, making as little noise as possible, throwing the empty potion back in the closet. As Tyria and the Barkeep entered the bathroom, they found a familiar face. She had very bright skin, long and straight blonde hair, and a beauty mark just under her left eye. Her green eyes were bored and her full expression even more so. She wore a blue, frilly, mage dress with white aprons over it, the sleeves coming straight and true to her wrists. The dress only came down to just halfway down her thigh, leaving enough of her thigh exposed to house a little rod of some kind on a belt strap. Lastly, she wore snakeskin boots along with some black knee high stockings. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay looked at them. “Hey, I hope you don’t plan on cutting!” “Well… yeah, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” “Then, no!” said Meliay, crossly. “Sorry, Meliay. But Tyria has received special privileges for ridding the town of the hex. And all she asked was that she be allowed first in line for the next bathroom stall.” said The Barkeep. “Ugh, how much did she pay you? I’ll double it.” The Barkeep bounced excitedly. “You’ll pay me 400 Lyobies?” “What?! Augh, I don’t care that much.” Meliay then shoved Tyria to the front of the line. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” “And why would I ever want to disappoint you?” asked Tyria, giving her a smug face. Meliay groaned in annoyance. Then almost on cue, a toilet flushed and a girl came out. “See ya.” said Tyria, moving to occupy the stall. She quickly moved inside then closed and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and took a huge sigh of relief. She held down on her crotch tightly. “Oh, thank god I didn’t have to use my hands that entire time.” she said silently to herself, “This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go. Being right next to that hex must’ve amplified its effects.” Tyria quickly undid her belt and pulled down pants and her white and pink trimmed lace panties. Sitting on the toilet she felt her bladder quickly empty into the bowl. The relief sent shivers down her spine. “Wow, that felt way better than I expected.” From nearby, the witch waited for Tyria to finish. But then she noticed another stall opened up. The flush of the toilet reminded her that getting the resource she needed wasn’t going to be so easy. “Blast.” she said to herself. She exited the bathroom and went into the Tavern’s main area. There she saw a huge man carrying a large mug of beer, looking pretty sloshed already. “That should work.” She moved in close and gave the man a shove, knocking him into a table full of customers and spilling his drink on a couple of them. “Hey!” One of them stood up and shoved the man back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumbass!” The man in his drunken state listened to no reason and swung at the customer without warning, punching him in the face. The other customers stood up and tried to stop him, but the commotion triggered a chain reaction, causing the whole place to erupt into a bar fight. “Oh no!” said The Barkeep. She quickly left her post and ran back to the bathrooms. “Now’s my chance!” said the witch, following close behind. Tyria had just strapped her belt back to her waist and moved to flush the toilet when The Barkeep barged in and slammed on her stall door. “Tyria! The bar erupted into a fight! Please help!” “Oh okay! I’ll be right out!” Tyria adjusted the sword at her hip and hurried out. “Meliay, your help would be greatly appreciated too!” “I'm in the middle of something, I’ll join you two in a bit!” With the stall door still open, the witch moved in and quickly scooped up a sample of the toilet water and moved back out before the next person in line took the stall. “Ugh, gross. She didn’t even flush.” The witch heard her say as she left. She began to silently cackle, excited at what the future holds. The power of Tyria’s pee, in the palm of her hand. 10 minutes later Tyria and Meliay tossed two more customers out of the Tavern doors. The streets were getting dark from the coming sunset. “If you wanna fight! Take it outside!” said Tyria. “Stop disturbing the peace.” said Meliay. The two went back inside, now with half as many people. It was so silent that it was almost eerie. “Hey you two.” said The Barkeep, resting her head on her hand on the bar table. “Thanks for kicking out half my business.” “You’re the one that asked.” said Meliay. “It’s a joke.” said Tyria. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know as you don’t really tell many of those.” Meliay gave her a stare. “By the way,” The Barkeep poured a shot and gave it to Tyria, “That nice man over there would like to give his compliments.” The three looked over and saw a man just as he quickly looked away. He took a swig of beer, trying in the most suspicious way to look less suspicious. While they looked, the witch closed in and put a yellow tablet inside the drink. It quickly dissolved into nothing. She cackled silently some more before making her exit out of the tavern. “Boys, am I right?” asked Meliay. “Yep.” Tyria drank the shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table. “Let’s go deal with it.” The two walked over and sat down at the table. The man continued to drink with his head turned away. He was a slightly lighter skin than Tyria. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side and his yellow eyes occasionally darted back and forth between the girls. His armor was a full body leather armor, with some yellow stitching to give it more flair, the same as his eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath and black pants. His shoes were fancy, black leather polished boots. Ones usually reserved for the upper-class. “Lance?” she asked. The man turned away slightly further. “Laaaaaance?” Tyria asked again in a sing-songy voice. The man turned even farther. Tyria then slammed the table hard. “LANCE!” The man coughed on his drink and finally turned to them. “Tyria, Meliay? I didn’t see you guys there.” “Uh-huh…” said Meliay, unamused. “So, any news?” asked Tyria. Lance leaned in close. “The best news. I managed to see the guild master aaaand-” “Annnnnd?” asked Tyria. Lanced slammed a document on the table. “Our first big mission out of town! We’re finally gonna get out of here! All three of us!” Meliay picked up the paper and looked at it, impressed. “Wow, you actually did it! For someone like you, that’s real impressive.” “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal.” said Lance, picking his nails with his thumb. “So, does that mean I’ll finally get a smile out of the steel-faced lady?” Meliay then shoved the paper in his face. “Don’t push it.” The paper fell back down on the table, Lance’s expression not changing one bit. “Classy.” he said. Tyria then picked up the paper. “30,000 Lyobie! That’s a lot for people like us! What’s the job?” she asked. “Royal escort.” said Lance. “Princess is going to visit a neighboring city and they want us to scout ahead for bandits. Should be simple enough.” “Yes, real simple.” said Meliay. “Yaaaaay!” cried Tyria. “We got our first real mission! I wonder what the outside world looks like!” “Hopefully not more forests.” said Lance. “It’s nice and all, but it gets boring to look at after a while.” “What do you expect out of a little town like ours?” asked Meliay. “Something else, anything else.” said Lance. Tyria slammed the paper on the table. “When?” “6 am tomorrow.” said Lance. He then pointed at the two of them. “Don’t be late! You know how pissy the royal guard gets with late adventurers.” Tyria snickered. “Heh, you said piss.” “I mean it! And stop being so childish!” “Like you’re one to talk.” said Meliay. Lance zipped his lips at Meliay. “Zip it steel-face! I want this more than probably the two of you combined. This is my chance to finally rise up and become a hero of the people.” Meliay crossed her arms. “The dark lord is dead already, not exactly something you can be anymore.” “Well, I should be able to be a hero for someone. Being someone’s personal hero seems cool in its own way, dontcha think?” Tyria stood up. “I’m gonna head off to bed then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lanced raised his hand at her. “W-Wait! Do you think that maybe after the mission, we could you know… catch a jousting competition together? Maybe drink some tea?” Tyria pondered for a moment “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll consider it depending how well the mission goes.” “O-Oh, the mission will go great! For sure, 100%. Nothing bad will happen now till the end of the mission! Yep! Mm-hm!” “Uuuuh, cool!” said Tyria. She gave Lance one last smile before walking off. The two at the table sat silent for a moment. “Smooth dude.” said Meliay. “Shut up, steel-face.” said Lance in a defeated tone, resting his head on his arms. As Tyria passed the bar, she tossed The Barkeep a 100 Lyobie coin. “I’m taking room 11.” The Barkeep saluted her. “K-O!” Tyria walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she opened the door, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hm, Lance, you dork.” She thought that had become a cute guy compared to when they knew each other as kids. She flicked the land on the nightstand, illuminating the firefly bulb and filling the room and a subtle golden light. She took off her armor and hung it on the wall, then changed into the room provided pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she thought about the mission. “We have a big day tomorrow. I’m so excited!” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a while, out from the darkness of her subconscious, she found herself in a tattered shack. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked herself. “Ah, how nice of you to join me, Tyria Yanah.” said a creepy voice. Tyria rubbed her eyes and saw that the witch she banished from the village, looming over a bubbling cauldron full of boiling water. “You!” Tyria reached for her sword, but found nothing except the pocket of her pajamas. “What?! Where’s my sword?!” “You will not be needing that today. I was never one for violence anyway, as you can tell by today's events.” “What are you planning? Are you gonna hex the town again?!” “Why would I pursue a plan that hasn’t worked with you there. No, what I’m gonna do here is much more personal.” “But why me?” “It didn’t have to be you. But call it a hunch when I believe that you will be able to bring me everything I desire.” “What?! I’d never help you do anything!” “And that is where you will have little choice, girl.” The witch pulled out an ingredient. “Plyast Wheat, to represent the time spent on our very own Earth.” The witch dropped powdered wheat into her cauldron, turning the water into a magical blue color. “Stop!” Tyria tried to grab the witch, but her arms phased right through her. “Syndenell seeds, representative of the ears of humanity!” The witch dropped 10 seeds into the cauldron, causing green spots to appear in the mixture. Tyria looked for a way out. She found a door and bashed through it, only to find that she had entered the exact same room. “How do I get out of here?!” “Crow’s Skull, for the inescapable reminder of death!” The witch dropped the skull into the water, having the blue water combine with black swirls. “Are you planning to poison me?!” shouted Tyria. “No, something much better.” said the witch, paying little attention to her. “Then lastly, the most important part.” The witch pulled out a yellow bottle. “The release of the subject, Tyria Yanah!” “The release…? Wait! Did you manage to get some of my pee?! I know you had some weird hobbies but that’s just gross!” said Tyria with a disgusted expression. “So says you. But to me, it is beautiful.” said the witch. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured it delicately into the cauldron, turning all the colors gold. “Now finally, the brain of a dream eater, to represent transfer within the world of falsehoods and memories.” She pulled out a brain and plopped it into the cauldron, letting gold color swirl with pink streaks. “Just what are you planning! I swear if you hurt anybody, I will strike you down for good!” said Tyria. “Relax, I said I was not one for violence. This gift is entirely for you.” “What?!” The witch began to chant. “From this day forward, let it be known that after the 10th release, may death come to dear sweet Tyria Yanah. And after each release, may she be reminded of the consequences of ignoring this affliction. All hail Pissect Holdarahma, and thank you for granting this gift. Amen!” “Just what are you-?” Suddenly, the fumes from the cauldron sprouted out like tentacles and grabbed Tyria by the limbs. The curled around tightly against her body, disheveling her shirt and pants, revealing a lot of skin. She blushed in embarrassment and tried her best to escape, but to no avail. “Try to keep still,” said the witch, “This will all be over soon.” Tyria’s eyes widened and the tentacles tightened their grips. The witch began to laugh maniacally as she watched. They curled around her chest, having her breasts extra accentuated against her tight shirt. The even went inside her clothes, curling around bare legs and inch closer to her crotch under her panties. Tyria was red like a beet. “This… is… so… sick!” The tentacle curled tighter, finally squeezing the breath out of her. The witch then suddenly stopped laughing and slammed the side of her cauldron. “Hey!” All the tentacles looked at her as if they had heads. Tyria peeked through one eye while gritting her teeth. “This is amusing and everything, but I ain’t got all day!” the witch said, waving her hand around what was going on. “Hurry up and do what I made you for. I want to be ready for tomorrow.” The tentacles all hung down sadly. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?” asked Tyria. The tentacles looked at her, then each other. The witch laughed maniacally once more as all the tentacle rushed to her face, forcing the gas into her mouth, nose, and eyes. The laughing got louder and louder and the world became black. Tyria then woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her bed. Looking around, the room was filled with the morning light. She calmed down as best she could, taking one shallow breath at a time. But once she calmed down, her focus was switched to something else dire. She needed to pee, badly! Much worse than yesterday. “Oh my god!” Tyria said while grasping her crotch as she felt the pee heading down her urethra. She quickly stood up and danced around. Bending over, twisting her legs, clasping both hands on her crotch as hard as she could. Finally, the wave began to fade, but she was still very much desperate. But at least she was able to walk now. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” she said to herself. She quickly shuffled to her door with one hand between her legs. She opened it and looked both ways down the hall. No one out. Good, that meant she could walk with both hands on her crotch without getting weird looks. She closed her door and went down the hall, making every step carefully. The pressure was strong, nothing like has ever felt before. It was almost like someone pressing down the rubber stopper of a syringe. Tyria entered the main area. The place was still closed, meaning that she could walk through with her hand on her crotch. She hurried as fast as she could, but halfway through, she felt another wave. “No no no no!” She had to stop and clench herself tightly. She felt the pee traveling down her urethra, forcing apart her muscles. She danced even harder, hoping to force it back a little longer. After a bit, the pee traveled back into her overfilled bladder, feeling like filling a balloon close to bursting. She took a few quick breaths before making the rest of her way to the bathroom. Upon entering, she gave a tiny yelp as she quickly moved her hands away from her crotch. There stood one girl, who had clearly just woken up, standing in front of the sinks. Tyria in her desperate frenzied mind thought it would be appropriate to start small talk. “H-Hey.” she said. The girl turned to her with a bored expression and said, “hi…” before turning back to the stalls. The two waited for what felt like a couple minutes, with Tyria shuffling ever so slightly to conceal her desperation. Suddenly, another wave came, much stronger than the last two. It immediately reached near the end of her pee hole, making her start screaming internally. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, making them shiver with strain, but it was to no avail. The wave was too strong to handle with just her legs alone. She needed her hand, but she didn’t want to pee dance in front of this girl. The pee was coming closer and closer, until… a toilet flushed. After a bit, another lady left the stall and began washing her hands. The girl in line took the stall. Then just as the lady washing her hands left the room, Tyria went into full panic mode. Crossing legs, hands pressed on crotch tightly, her entire body doubling over to keep every ounce of pee inside her body. “Come on! Stop, stop, stooooop!” she quietly squealed. Despite her best efforts, a tiny drop managed to snake its way out of her pee hole, dampening her panties slightly. Luckily, the wave stopped pushing, but she couldn’t force the pee back into her bladder anymore. She had to hold and dance full time to have any chance of making it. Why did she need to pee this badly? She only had one shot of beer before going to bed. It couldn’t have caused this. Was it something else? Maybe the hex was still active. But no, then it wouldn’t just be her. And what was that dream of the witch? Sure, dreams didn’t make sense all the time, but this one felt real. What did she mean by the 10 releases? And why would she die if she fulfilled each one? What was this affliction she was given? All these questions made Tyria lose focus. The pee petered out and leaked all over her panties. Tyria gasped and held on for dear life. She didn’t make any sudden movements as she stood still, holding her crotch, crossing her legs, shivering with strain. Then, the toilet flushed. The relief being so close made Tyria leak again. It felt so close to dampening her pajamas, and out of everything, she didn’t want to pay the laundering fee. The girl from before popped out from the stall unexpectedly, startling Tyria. She tried her best to act cool with her hands at her side and legs only moderately crossed. The girl looked at her weird and exited the stall. Tyria moved to take the stall, but as she took a step forward, another leak got out. So forcefully that she could hear it stream into her panties. She hoped beyond hope that the girl didn’t hear it also as she entered the stall, closing and locking the door quickly. She quickly pulled out every trick she knew to hold in her pee. Her legs twisted around each other twice, she arched her back to give her hands as much pressure as possible, and she clenched her teeth, feeling as if clenching every muscle would help hold it in. It was of no use. A single drop came out, making Tyria curl up a bit. Then another drip, making Tyria curl up some more. Then there was a spurt. Enough pee escaped to have a wet spot appear on the pajamas. No matter how much she danced, she could feel the rest on its way. “No! Stop!” she squealed. The big one was coming. She could feel her urethra expanding to let it all out. She then looked at the toilet. It was all or nothing now. She ripped her pajamas and panties down, spurting a bit more pee on the floor before finally planting herself down on the porcelain throne. As the pee rushed out of her, she felt the fatigue and stress wash away from her body. She sighed and breathed heavily. This relief was nothing like she ever experienced. It was kind of… exciting? No, that didn’t sound right. She couldn’t quite think of the word for it. But one thing was for sure, it felt good. Tyria peed for what felt like a 1 minute and 20 seconds. As the stream petered out and the last few drops hit the water below her, a strange shrill began ringing in her ears. Her vision became fuzzy and her head started spinning. All of the sudden, her body collapsed on the toilet. Fully limp, she felt as her heart stopped beating and the world around her started to warp. A vision came to her head. The south of town, the mountains, a city, strange woods, waterfalls, then a strange whirlpool glowing with blue magical energy. “The mystic waters will relieve any and all.” said a chorus of mysterious voices. Tyria was whipped back to her body and she gave a huge gasp. She curled over and started coughing into her fist. She felt her heartbeat revving back up and she felt like she was about to throw up. She quickly flushed her toilet, put her pajamas back on, then burst out and looked at herself in the mirror. She was as pale as a ghost and sweating a stream from her head. She continued to breath hard as she tried to fully grasp the situation. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water, then splashed some down on her pants for good measure, maybe it would look like she spilled a drink or something. After a bit, she had to get out of there. She walked quickly out of the bathroom and made her way through the main area of the Tavern. There she ran into The Barkeep, groggily making her way across the room. She stretched. “Hmmm-Mmm! Hiya, Tyria. How are you today?” “I-I’m fine!” she said sporadically before heading back upstairs. “You sure? You kinda look like hammered shit.” “Uh… bad stomach. Should be good now.” “Okay, if you say so. See you later, I guess.” “Mm-hm.” Tyria made her way down the hall and back inside her room. She went over to her armor and ripped open her travel pack, pulled out a map, and placed it on the table. She took out her pencil and marked her hometown, Kinida. This is where she is now. Then she drew a line to the nearest mountains south of Kinida, The Dragon Back Mountains. Then drew a line to the nearest south city of the mountains, Garmberland City. Then she looked everywhere for waterfalls. “Waterfalls, waterfalls. Come on!” Her pencil wandered the map until she came across something interesting. “Mushroom falls.” she said. It was a tourist destination that she always dreamed of going to. A huge rock pillar sprouting up to the sky in which a large volcanic underwater body sprouts directly from the center of it. It’s full of hot sediment, so as the geyser spews, the larger the rock formation gets over the years resembling a mushroom as the water rolls off the side. Tyria hastily marked it with her pencil, labeling it as her destination. Next was to put into words what happened. “I went pee, and… I think I died for a little bit.” she said to herself. The phrase still shocked her a bit. “That curse must’ve been true. Curse that witch!” She drew ten circles at the corner of the map and crossed off one of them. Then she wrote while saying, “If I pee 9 more times, I will die for real.” She looked at her map, somewhat shocked. The situation didn’t feel real. It was frightening her to her core, yet it also felt really stupid. “I’ll die if I pee 9 more times?! That’s just ridiculous! Just what is this stupid witch into?!” Tyria looked once more at the mushroom falls and wrote next to it, “Cure???”. She may know the history of the mushroom falls, but a magical blue whirlpool? She’s never heard of that before. But based on the vision she had when she died, that was her only chance. “No more drinks, no more water. I’ll need all the time I can get.” She quickly stripped off her pajamas, put on new panties, and put on her armor. She quickly made her way out of the Tavern. Just as she barged through the front doors, a voice called out to her. “So you made it, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Much earlier than I expected too. Shall we head off. Tyria hesitated. She couldn’t tell Meliay that she was cursed by such a ridiculous spell. Oh yeah, if I pee too much, I’ll die! Sounds so stupid even just thinking about it. She had to get out of this. “S-Sorry, Meliay. I can’t. Um… something came up and I’ll have to head south.” she tried to explain. “Huh? What came up?” “Something… real bad. I have to head south immediately. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Meliay got serious. “Tyria, I know something is up. You can tell me, I’m your friend.” “It’s just… something very personal. N-Not even I know the details that much.” “Stop avoiding the truth!” said Meliay, shaking Tyria by the shoulders. “I’m not an idiot, you can tell me!” “S-Stop!” shouted Tyria, shoving Meliay. She then backed away quickly. “L-Look just… split the Lyobie 15,000 to 15,000. I can’t make it.” “What?! Tyria!” “DON’T follow me!” Tyria turned around and walked away quickly. She felt herself on the verge of tears. Of course she would love to Meliay to help her on her journey. But with how ridiculous the curse was, there was no way Meliay would believe her. Plus her pride also somewhat got in the way for the curse’s same ridiculousness. Meliay would hold this over her head for the rest of her life. Tyria came back to reality, hearing footsteps beside her. She looked to see Meliay walking at her side. She jumped away and pointed at her. “Hey! I said don’t follow me!” “Well, I don’t listen to people who are clearly distressed and need help.” said Meliay, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your help!” said Tyria, quickly walking away. Meliay was quite taken aback. “Wow, okay…uuum.” She ran to catch up with Tyria. “I told you to stop following me!” shouted Tyria. “I will as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” “Nothing is going on!” “Then why are you leaving?!” “Nothing!” Tyria went into a slight jog. Meliay quickly caught back up with her, also in a slight jog. “Tyria, seriously? You and I both know I’m the better runner.” “Shut up!” Tyria went into a run. Meliay ran up to her side, not even panting. “Come on Tyria, tell me what’s up.” “You know Lance is gonna take all the Lyobie all for himself.” “He can have it, friends come first.” Tyria growled and broke into a full sprint. “Just stop following me, okay!” Meliay caught up with her in no time. “I’ve read too many novels to know you’re hiding something. Just tell me what it is and we can approach this problem together.” “I’ll call the guards! I’ll have ‘em take you in for stalking!” “The town's too small, so all the guards know us at least somewhat personally. Good luck trying to get that to stick.” Tyria closed her eyes and held the side of her head. “Augh! Just leave me alone!” “Never!” shouted back Meliay. Tyria started to yell as she ran, heading straight towards the south gate, off to adventure!

Ok, so this is another one written for an ex as an explainer of what I like, shared with her permission. Contains quite a lot of sex-stuff, although no actual sex, mostly receiving hand/blowjobs... Briefly references the other story I have posted. *** It’s the middle of the night when we both stir slightly awake. Our sleep is fitful, probably because of the Dark and Stormies we were drinking right up until we went to bed. I’m spooning you, and you feel so cosy and safe with about as much skin contact as is possible. Nonetheless: “I have to pee,” you say, and start to shuffle out of my arms. “Mmh, no you don’t” I answer sleepily, “just cuddle me instead”. You know I’d have let you go, but you’re so comfortable and you don’t have to go that bad. You decide a few more minutes cuddling is actually a much better idea. I squeeze you tight. You fall asleep again quickly. You sleep heavily now. Always the way once the alcohol is out of your system. You dream of that time you wet yourself in Amsterdam, and of how much you had enjoyed telling me what had happened afterwards. It’s somewhere between a sex dream and a wake-up-you-need-a-wee dream. Suddenly you do wake up. It’s morning now and lazy cloudy light is drifting through cracks in my curtains. You had been peeing uncontrollably in your dream. You instinctively shove a hand between your legs and, since it’s happened once or twice before, are genuinely surprised that your underwear is dry. Despite this, you’re aware that your pussy is not. I stir next to you, vaguely aware of your sudden movement. Our eyes meet, me relaxed, you not so relaxed. “Ahh, I fell asleep and didn’t pee,” you say, and quickly roll out of bed and hurry to the door. My eyes are barely open but I appreciate your arse in your light blue pants; you’re otherwise completely naked. I also appreciate the urgency in your movements, you can’t stand still as you open the door and go through to the hall. You’re back in a couple of seconds, “Someone’s in the bathroom,” you say, and sure enough the shower sputters to life through the wall, “and I really need to piss.” As if to emphasise your point you squeeze your thighs together and look at me pleadingly, as if there’s something I could do about your situation. “They won’t be long, it looks like they’re late for work anyway” I say glancing at the time on my phone, “just come back to bed until then.” You’re resigned to that being the only solution, and lying down next to me actually makes it feel slightly better. You lie facing me and smirk; you know your situation is turning me on. Sure enough, you feel my dick getting hard against your leg. I kiss you gently. “You’re so mean!” you say teasingly, “enjoying my very uncomfortable situation. I have to pee so badly, I literally thought I was going to wet my pants when I woke up.” You choose your words carefully, as you know what your words do to me, loving teasing me. We kiss again. My hands slide down your back to your cotton-covered butt. Yours do the same to mine, naked and slightly shiny with sweat. You can’t resist teasing me some more and your right hand glides across my hip and a finger strokes my cock. As you run your finger up my shaft, eyes staring nothing but sex at me, you can feel me get harder with each heartbeat. The shower stops. Knowing you can go soon actually makes your need worse and you shuffle around in your position. You feel my hand echo the movement of yours and a finger strokes over your underwear towards your vagina. “Mmmh, no, no, no!” you say, and push my hand away. “I think I’ll actually pee in your bed if you do that, we can fuck all morning after I can gooo!” Right on queue the bathroom door opens. You smile at me. You can’t wait to come back and ride me. You roll over to stand up, but I’m holding your wrist. You love the control my climber’s fingers have as I grip. But you really don’t have time for my antics. “[[My Name]] let me go!” You squirm in semi-mock desperation. “You can go,” I say, “as soon as you’ve made me come.” My words send a twinge between your legs. More wetness that you’re confident isn’t pee this time. You know how horny I am when I’m hungover, and how much I love you getting me off, and how turned on I’d be by your situation. You’re quietly confident that you can actually win this little game. You roll back over and straddle me, sitting back and grabbing my dick. You look me in the eyes and your hand starts to move. I gasp and my back arches straight away. Now distracted by my pleasure; this is going to be easy, you think. To make it even easier, you play up to what I like. You bite your lip and shift your hips with desperation. Your hand moving quickly is making your boobs jiggle. You catch me looking at them. At your body. At your pants. You’re everything I want and you know it. You feel so sexy. You kiss me briefly, then move onto my neck, biting me hard, loving how I tense up. You get carried away and push my dick against your crotch through your panties. You regret it instantly, and tense your body to keep control. “Fuck, I have to peeee!” you purr in my ear. You kiss my chest and run your fingers through my body hair. You kiss my stomach and grip my hips. When you reach my dick you’re not gentle, or subtle, but put me straight in your mouth and suck. I moan, the wetness of your mouth feels sublime on me. I look down to see a mess of brown hair, and now you’re lying on your front, on your knees on my bed, I can just about see your arse, still slowly wiggling with your discomfort. I put a hand to the back of your head and push myself deeper. You can feel me getting harder in your throat. You’re loving it, knowing that I’m close already. The thought of me coming in your mouth distracts you. The increased pressure on your head as I gently grab your hair catches you off-guard. You whimper, and know instantly that you pissed. Just a bit. But you can feel your panties are wet. For a second you think you’ll try to hide it from me, although I had my suspicions when I noticed a change in the way you were moving, but instead you decide to use it to help you win. You stop sucking, gently and smoothly replacing your mouth with a slowly stroking hand, and look straight at me, biting your lip. “[[My Name]], I think I just peed…” You keep touching me as you turn around, on top of me in 69-position. The sight of the tiny dark patch on your blue underwear is almost too much. I nearly come, but steel myself. You’re sucking me again, and I know I won’t last long. Unfortunately (for you) you’re thinking the same. Starting to wet yourself has made your need so much worse. You can’t keep still, and your arse is circling over my face. I’m so turned on, and really close, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer, what you’re doing to me is everything I want. You push me deep into your throat, urging me to come. You can barely concentrate, and can’t even push your legs together due to your position. Another spurt of piss escapes, again getting you by surprise. You really didn’t want to pee in this position. “Fuck, I’m sorry…” you start, as I see the wet patch get bigger as you stop circling and stay still, squeezing all your muscles, barely managing to stem the flow. Piss runs down your thighs. A few drops fall onto my chest. You hurry to stand up and I’m lying there, hard, naked, close, and covered in sweat. Your piss is on my chest, on my bed, and I love it. You look embarrassed for a second, until you realise that I obviously loved that. I look at you standing there, a combination of lust and panic in your eyes, your pants now quite wet, legs crossed. You don’t say anything and pull me to my feet, squat down and put the head of my dick in your mouth, with one hand around the base. The other hand feels the dampness between your legs. You squeeze, the pressure there helps, (is this really a thing? It’s talked about a lot in porn, but I’ve only seen one person do it once ever) but you know you can’t wait long. You look up at me, your hand moving fast, “fuck, [[My Name]], I’m about to wet myself!” you say between short breaths. Your words are all I need. I guide my dick into your mouth and push the back of your head so hard you can’t breathe. I’m pulsing in your throat, about to explode. But you can’t wait any longer. Hot piss begins to flow through your fingers. You whimper as I hear it hit the floor. Splashes on my feet. I hold your head so hard as you keep sucking, feeling my come hit your throat, fill your mouth. My knees almost collapse, I steady myself with a hand against the ceiling, moaning with pleasure. You don’t even try to stop peeing anymore, and as my spasms begin to ebb you’re still pissing on my bedroom floor through your pants. You stand up. You look amazing. You wipe come from the corner of your mouth. There’s some on one of your boobs. There’s hardly any light blue left on your underwear, and there’s still a trickle running down one of your soaking wet legs, joining the puddle on the floor. “Oops…” You smirk at me through shuddering breaths. “Okay… shall we call it a draw?”

In our college’s production of Romeo and Juliet, our Juliet is pretty drop dead gorgeous. She’s around 5’6”, slim, wavy red hair, and soft brown eyes. This happened earlier today and I’m still reeling over it. So we’ve been going in rehearsal for hours now, and I as Lady Capulet am onstage with our Juliet. We’re in the middle of tech week so it’s not a lot of acting. More start and stop. In a moment in between figuring out lighting cues I look over at Juliet in her light gray sweatpants and notice her legs pressed together, biting her lip and looking nervous. I pretty much knew what was going on, but still asked her why she looked tense. “Oh my God I have to pee so bad” was the reply that made my little omo heart skip a beat. Now normally this wouldn’t be terrible, lots of actors have the ability to pop into the bathroom between scenes. However, this is a stretch of the show where Juliet is in almost every scene with only short periods in between. If she were to miss her cue, she’d never hear the end of it from our director who is already in bad terms with her. It’s a five act show, and we’re only in act three scene four. I tried to not show my excitement and told her I was sure she could do it. I wasn’t really too confident in Juliet’s holding ability. A guy she had dated in the cast had told me about the time last summer she nearly peed herself on a road trip from one large soda. I know she has a small bladder, and our Juliet now had an iced coffee and at least one bottle of water rushing to her bladder. Needless to say, I kept a close eye on Juliet throughout our tech run which proceeded to go on another hour. Juliet valiantly tried to hold it in, but she kept messing up lines everywhere which caused her to have to go back and repeat herself. I saw her trying with all her might to hold it in and not squirm in the final scene when she was supposed to be dead. Finally, we end. We were supposed to go to the house(audience) for notes, but I saw Juliet take off and I decided to follow her to see how this played out. She’s grabbing onto herself now, holding for dear life as she goes as fact as she can to the womens dressing room to pee. She looked triumphant as she reached for the door when, miracle of all miracles, it was locked. Me, who had already been incredibly turned on watching Juliet’s poorly-hidden pee dance all rehearsal, thanked the omo gods for the sight in front of me. ”Maybe the mens is unlocked” I told her, not wanting to be suspiciously unhelpful. Juliet looked close to tears as she shifted from foot to foot with her hands in her crotch. She was totally bent over, and it looked like she was totally close to tears as she tried to hold it. “I’m not going to make it” she said, panicked. Still, she tried taking one step. “I can’t hold it” ”No no no no no” was all I heard followed by small whimpers from Juliet. I looked at her sweatpants and the dark wet spot that was spreading across the gray fabric. A beautiful woman was actually wetting herself in front of me. My clit ached to be touched as watching her pee turned me on more. Juliet turned slightly away from me to try and hide herself, but the shockingly large wet patch was visible from every angle. To not be a terrible friend, I grabbed the keys to the dressing room from a stage manager and gave her a change of my own clothes. Jesus, watching her peel off her wet pants was incredible. I got yelled at for missing notes, but it was totally worth it.

Have you ever peed outside because your home bathroom was occupied and you couldn’t hold it anymore? I did this a lot because I grew up with 10 people in my house and we only had one bathroom. Combined with the fact that I have a very weak bladder, it’s made for some very desperate/catastrophic situations at home, so I often resorted to just peeing outside if the bathroom was occupied.

I remember watching some time ago a video where three girls were desperate and raced for the bathroom. Only the first one who got there made it, and the other two ended up wetting themselves in front of her. I think it was in this forum but I'm unable to find it, anyone has any idea where to find it?

I'm at an event in Sydney 11:56 p.m. local time. After a role-playing game, a few of us colleagues have stayed to take a few drinks. The only problem is that we've been warned that the boys' room is clogged and only the pissoir works. Since I'm wearing a full body cosplay and the belt is fake my only option if I need relief is to get naked in front of everyone to use the pissoir (the outside door has no latch) or maybe I can ask the girls for permission 😉 Either way it seems like a great time to start a hold and test my stagnant limits...

View File MeganMarxxx - Peeing In My Jeans Megan in Peeing In My Jeans she tries her best but ended up wetting herself leaving a beautiful wet patch in her jeans Submitter Hio Submitted 09/08/2023 Category Female  

Lissie belle - Lissie has an accident View File Lissie belle in lisse has an accident She tries to hold it but failed in the end Submitter Hio Submitted 09/05/2023 Category Female  

im looking for a video in which there are 2 girls in a bathroom and one is on the toilet and the other is in the shower and theyre also both shirtless i remember having it at some point but it was too big so i deleted it