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  1. It was just a usual day in the Jelly Forest, such an awesome place where everything goes good. It was almost nighttime, the sun going down, and Gabby decided to mess around and go there. She then saw Niko in a magical void, no one was around in that void, and she was wearing a diaper instead of her usual blue panties that were the same color as her gloves. Gabby didn't wanna alarm her, so she quietly said "Hello..?". Niko saw Gabby and wasn't scared at all. "Gabby? What are you doing here this late at night?" "Oh, I don't know, I just wanted to hang out before I went to bed..." They both looked at each other, Gabby, having a crush on her, was starting to see pink out of her brown oval-shaped eyes. "Hey uh...is it ok if I come in?~" She then said, a light pink blush forming on her face. Niko was hesitant at first before of what she had on, but agreed to let Gabby stay, giggling cutely and at the same time, nervously. Gabby then went in and sat down next to her. Niko then thought to herself silently "Hah... these diapers feel so good...and they're kinda making me tingly...b-but as soon as Gabby finds out, it's gonna be so awkward..." Niko quietly started giggling, making Gabby confused. "Niko, what's up? She then said, her giggles making herself feel warm. "Oh, it's nothing~" Niko said as she layed down, not knowing her diaper was slightly visible. Gabby then saw it, and her face turnt bright red. "Oh my!~" She can only say as she kept staring. Niko got confused at what Gabby was looking at until she looked at herself. She also turnt a bright red as she realized her diaper was visible towards Gabby. "It's ok I won't tell anyone...~" Gabby said warmly as she nervously chuckled a bit. "Well...uh...ok~" Niko can only respond. She was right, the moment did feel really awkward to them. "Um...Niko?" Gabby responded after a minute of thinking. "Yeah?" Niko responded back, kinda feeling more calm after Gabby found out. "Um...I hope this isn't too much for you, but...c-can I maybe...uh...t-touch...it?~~" Gabby said, hesitantly. Niko got really embarrassed after she said that, but agreed to it. Gabby then responded with an "Ok..." and got her and Niko into a comfortable position. Gabby's hand then slid under her dress, and she started touching, making herself and at the same time, Niko, feel aroused. Niko slightly moaned a little as Gabby started rubbing it a little. The ears on Gabby's onesie went back a little as she did it, and she was silent for a bit. "G-Gabbyyyy..." Niko can only say as she felt more good than she already was while starting to embrace Gabby. Gabby still said nothing and just kept going, making her moan a little louder. "G-Gabby, j-just go faster!" Niko said, her breathing getting more shaky. Gabby then went faster, still not saying anything. Niko's body started tensing a little and she felt like she was about to cum. Gabby kept going at the same pace, and at this point, Niko was moaning almost really loudly. She then met her limit, but didn't cum. Instead, she peed herself as she was moaning and didn't realize it. "O-Oh!~" Gabby only said astonishingly as she'd realized what she just did. "D-Did I..." Niko said as she looked down at herself and saw that she did indeed make her diaper feel soaked from all the pleasure Gabby has put on her. "Oh yes you did, and it's making me turnt on~" Gabby said, getting really aroused by all this. Niko didn't say anything about it, and the only thing she thought about is that this wasn't gonna get out to anyone else other than her and Gabby. Gabby still wanted to mess around with Niko more, so without asking, she felt the warmness of her diaper and started to squeeze it, making Niko more aroused and at the same time really embarrassed. "Haha...Y-You don't mind if I go farther, would ya?~" She confidently asked, not even caring because she was so horny. "Um...What are you gonna do?" Niko said, not knowing where this was going. Gabby then went in and decided to hug against her diaper and sniff it at the same time, really liking the minty smell of the diaper and the sweet smell of her pee at the same time. Niko's face got really hot as she did this, basically not expecting Gabby to do that. "Mmmmm..." Gabby said as she started to finger herself over this. They both moaned a little as Gabby wanted more and more of this. "Hah...mmmh...N-Niko...Y-You mind if I...?" Gabby said as she kept fingering herself. "H-Huh?~" Niko said, sensing what was gonna happen. Gabby then took her diaper off partially and started licking her pussy, going really deep and kinda fast because she was too pent up to care. "GABBYYYyyyy!!~~" Niko said, not expecting that at all but pretty much wanted it. Gabby fingered herself faster as she licked, already nearing. Niko wasn't quite there yet, but she loudly moaned in both embarrassment and pleasure as she did it. Gabby proceeded to lick more faster and at this point, was almost there. Niko held her head down at this point and was shaking really hard as she moaned really loudly. Gabby's pace gradually went up and at this point, she was trying not to cum yet until Niko did. "G-GABBY...HHAHH...I-I'M...I'M CUMMING!" Niko said before letting out a huge gush of her sweet tasting cum in her mouth. As she did this, Gabby greedily swallowed all of it and moaned as well as she also decided to cum on her fingers. She then pulled them out and licked them off while Niko breathed heavily. "Th-that's it, right...because I'm tired..." Niko said as she was gonna fall asleep. "Yes babe, that's it...~" she said quietly as she was about to fall asleep too, the ears on her onesie vibrating a little as their way of stretching. "Wait..." Niko said as she gazed into her eyes. "C-Can you maybe...ch-change me real quick?~" "Oh, uh...sure~" Gabby said, agreeing to this. Niko then pulled a diaper out of her Pochette and gave it to her. "Alright..." Gabby said as she wrapped up her diaper that withheld plenty of fun and snapped, making it disappear. She then kissed her pussy and put the new diaper on, feeling really nice about what happened. "O-Oh yeah can I maybe have one too?~" Gabby said after she diapered Niko with as much love as she could. Niko replied with a yes and got another diaper out of her Pochette, giving it to Gabby. "Thank you~" Gabby said, taking off the pink panties she was wearing and carefully putting the diaper on herself. She then got met with the minty feeling of the diaper and felt really good. "Hah, you're right, these diapers feel really good~" They both giggled and hugged each other, even kissed a little as they got ready to fall asleep in the magical Jelly Forest. They then laid down and kept hugging more. "I love you~" Gabby said cutely to her, feeling very warm about their embracing of each other. "I-I love you too~" Niko said back as her and Gabby closed their eyes and fell asleep.
  2. I'll go first. I'm a 26 year old straight male for context. I'll start by telling you what my favorite flavor of omo is: genuine uncontrollable accidents brought on by a truly bursting bladder and no chance of using any facilities to relieve it! General naughtiness and power pissing work very well for me as a sort of foreplay, but if you make it the main event, I don't think you're into the same flavor of omo as I am. I'd plan so many things to do! Obviously the climax would be sex while bursting, but we've gotta do plenty of stuff before that! I'd start by announcing on the app that I'm using that I'm into pee desperation and bladder torture so the poor girl knows what she's getting herself into. Of course, we'd be strangers who met online and are curious about our pee fetish. I'd like for our first meeting to be late morning so we can have lunch and take full advantage of the unlimited refills offered by whatever restaurant we visit. After lunch, we'd probably go to a park or something where we can be outdoors but still be able to slip away into rather thin privacy for when the moment arrives! I'd just love to go bird spotting, dog petting, and just general outdoor socializing while our bladders fill to dangerous capacities! Since I've got a bladder of steel, I'm sure she'd burst before me, and we could make this into a power pissing show! When she truly can't wait anymore, we'll diverge from the trail we're on and hide behind some shrubs or whatever while she demonstrates just how far she can send her stream into the air! Then we'd head back to a cheap hotel room with two beds where we can do as much damage as we want to the bed and all we'd have to worry about is a cleaning fee. A pool is a must, since we'd bring sports drinks and hit the pool all afternoon! Lots of flirting, feeling each other up, but no nudity or sex yet for obvious reasons. For an evening dinner, I'm thinking an outdoor restaurant with the wooden overhangs and lanterns all over! We'd once again take full advantage of the unlimited refills and drink as much as we safely can! Once done with dinner, we'd drive back to the hotel with our rapidly filling bladders! I'm aware I'd likely have to drink at least a large bottle of water ahead of time to get my bladder truly full before my partner bursts all over the floor... One of the cons of a steel bladder that holds almost 2L... Arriving back at the hotel, we'd watch TV and engage in massages, followed by teasing and a lengthy foreplay session as we reach max capacity! Once we truly can't wait another second, I'd coat my dick in aphrodisiac lube and send my throbbing dick the whole way in! Neither of us are allowed to pee until we both orgasm together, resulting in the ultimate synchronous peegasm that I've only ever managed to experience once... Although I get peegasms rather regularly, it's a matter of compatibility to get a woman to peegasm with you. I've gotten lucky with this once when casual dating about a year ago... Just because we've peegasm'd doesn't mean we're done! We're gonna keep having sex until our bladders are empty! Given the fact that I'd just peed inside this girl, I'd have a vaginal cleaner ready to go. Don't want her getting an infection from any urine left up in there... Then we'd shower and take the other bed for a good night's sleep. What happens next is up to us. If she wants to stay together, that's AWESOME! If not, oh well, it was technically a casual service. Thank you for reading. I'd love to hear about your current fantasies! No need to match my flavor of omo, just be yourselves in your responses! Daredare205's best!
  3. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  4. (Self-indulgent self insert warning) "Shhhhhhh...Now, darling." I whisper, "I want you to be my submissive little pet for the day," I caress his face, "Purr for me like a good kitty, now," I instruct, scratching underneath his chin. He chuckles through his gag and proceeds to let out a gurgled groan, "Oh, how cute you sound making noises like that...Purring just for me~" I can't contain my laughter as I massage along his jawline, my heart racing with excitement. I sit on top of him just below the chest and he grunts, almost struggling to breathe under my weight, "tell me..." I begin tying his wrists to the bed posts, "How much tea did you drink earlier? If I remember correctly...You served yourself two cups..." I tighten the rope until he moans, "After that...I gave you five more..." I tighten the other rope, "Seven cups? Wow...your pretty little body can hold a lot~" I slide my body down to put my weight over his visibly overextended bladder and he nearly sobs, a tear trickling down his face, "Oh, poor baby~ You really need to go, huh?" I can feel him squirming beneath me and tugging against the ropes with lust in his eyes. He's enjoying this as much as I am. I lick the tear from his face and start bouncing myself over his bladder rhythmically. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but gives in when I increase the pressure, whining and squeaking with need and pleasure equally, "Can you hold it, darling?" he stares deeply into my eyes. By the look he's giving me, I can tell he can barely hold it. I grin and lift myself off of him and he pants heavily, writhing in needy bliss, "Hey...it's alright...you can let it out now. I know you need to...We wouldn't want it to start hurting." I kiss his neck, "Darling kitten~ Will you purr for me again when you relieve yourself?" I begin rubbing his bladder in gentle circles, causing him to leak in his pants. I watch the urine dribble down and form a small puddle below him. He purrs and moans before fully letting go. A strong rush of fluid bursts from the fabric of his pants. He gasps and lets out a particularly erotic moan as the relief takes over his body. It seems that at that same moment, he'd reached orgasm, as the urine was mixed with thick white in the rapidly growing puddle. I push into his bladder to make sure he fully empties it before giving him a moment to calm his rapid breathing, "So cute...you're shaking...Feel better?" He looks at me, sighs, and snuggles up to me before closing his eyes. I hold him and stroke his hair until he's fast asleep. I'll get him washed up when he wakes.
  5. Last week I woke up and I had to pee, but I went back to sleep, because I knew it was just out of habit to go to the bathroom in the morning. So later after I got up out of the bed and went to drink my water for my medicine, I leaked a little in my pj's. After that I tried to hold, but more leaks came out. So I went ahead and hurried to the shower to let it all go. Mmmm. My morning urgent pee felt so good running down my legs, soaking my pants and dripping down onto my feet. For a while I stayed in my pissy wet pants and made me some breakfast. After a few more little dribbles just to keep warm and sexy, I took a quick shower. After that I went to do my laundry. When I got back home I kept thinking about how nice my wet pants felt, and put on some cotton boxer briefs and got just a little wet, every once in a while warm and wet. But it wasn't enough... Soon I was downing drinks. About five 24 ounce water bottles filled with Kool aid, tea and water. Sitting there slowly filling my bladder, getting more and more tingly, shaky. Moaning and whining. Trying to focus on the show I was watching. God I've not been that full and desperate in a long time! Leaking shaking almost bursting, touching myself, rubbing the wet spot. Soon the bladder muscle contractions began feeling orgasmic, and I Had To Let Go... But first, I laid down in the bathtub and fingered myself, edging, pissing in little spurts in my boxers, nearly cumming. Then I stopped and released all, hot flowing piss gushing out, running down my smooth shaved pussy lips, down to my ass. Then when I was almost empty, I finished fingering myself and came hard as I pissed more. Well the hours I spent torturing my muscles meant I would have to be careful. And I had to go to the store. I knew that I had a lot more pee just waiting to gush out, so I put on a depends and black leggings, I also had a long shirt that I hoped would cover my ass, but I don't think it covered much. At first I thought I would be able to hold it when the next urge hit. Boy was I wrong. Standing in the cold section squeezing so hard, casually "stopping to think" with my legs crossed kinda loosely. Fuck! I wanted to let go, wishing so much that I was wearing a big fluffy diaper, knowing if I relaxed any fraction more than the bare minimum it would be a monsoon, flooding the poor pull-up and leaking into the floor. There was an obvious look of panic, frown lines crimping my forehead so fiercely. Mmmm hot spurts crept up behind and into my ass crack. Felt good but oh so scary. I just barely got it under control. Those five panicky seconds felt like a lifetime. Then less than three minutes, still in the cold aisle, squeezing my muscles for dear life, more uncontrollable spurts, another "stop to decide" pause. Five seconds of hot piss drenching me again, panic again. I knew those few spurts wouldn't make me overflow, but again, any relaxing and I would soak my little pull-up so quickly. A third time, this time the gushing was less than five seconds. By now I was worried for another reason. My bottom was puffy because I had my legs crossed and it all flowed towards the back. My shirt wasn't long enough. But at least my leggings were dry. I hoped it would stay that way. By the time I got to the checkout I felt like I could control my piss. Still not relaxing except the bare minimum, I let tiny streamlets out. This time I stood with my legs uncrossed and made the front of my pull-up wet. One second, two more seconds. Stop a minute. Then more tiny streamlets. Mmmm peeing while at the checkout. Finally I felt like I could take my mind off of my bladder, at least for a while. The car ride only lasted less than ten minutes, but sitting down pressed my bladder and gave me more tingles. The car ride home gave me time to realize that as soon as the front door opened, there would be no stopping. Wouldn't even matter how hard I tried. I wanted to at least make it to the shower, but nope. Two steps in and that was it, piss gushing, hot and soaking and dripping out the sides, down both my legs, drips plinking into the floor. Total relaxation, finally. My body practically shuddered at the end. Me almost in tears of relief, nearly laughing, sighing a huge sigh of relief that I didn't wet my pants this way in the store, relishing the rush it all gave me. The whole thing felt a little scary and a lot naughty. Never been that close to panic about public pants wetting before. It just felt amazing!
  6. Beginning Note: This is the sequel to my previous story. It’ll be pretty different since there’s no zombie action or danger whatsoever aside from some flashbacks, but it’ll follow the same narrative/timeline if you will. This fic also breaks minor canonity with Ghost’s and Rebecca’s cameos, and severe canonity with Carla Radames’ role so I apologize if that upsets anyone. It had been months since the tragic Raccoon City infestation and destruction. The handful of survivors were quite downtrodden, if not traumatized by the horrid incident. A couple of them managed to pull through, one of them being the spy Ada Wong. Of course she didn’t escape unscathed, quite the opposite really. A puncture wound on her thigh and a gunshot wound to her shoulder, coupled with falling down a story was really quite the hassle. However, most people would have died, Ada merely shrugged these annoyances off, sealed them with first aid spray and some bandages, then continued to make her escape before Raccoon City had been wiped off the face of America. In addition she hadn’t even failed her mission. She was dangerously close to, when fortune smiled upon her. A USS agent was seen holding an undamaged vial of the G virus in one hand, MP5 in the other. Was it HUNK? No, HUNK would have noticed her by now and possibly have snapped her neck. That man was the stuff of legends. Unfortunately, his teammates weren’t anywhere near as skilled or lucky, although this lone agent seemed to be the exception. This was her opportunity. “Alright handsome, hand it over.” Ada demanded in a sultry voice and teasing smirk as she held her Mauser HSc to the back of the agent’s helmet clad head. He turned around, the mask having very visible claw marks and a missing eye lens. “Ada Wong, huh? Shit fucking luck.” the agent cursed to himself. “Made it through this shithole only to be stopped by the likes of you.” “HUNK will be disappointed, but he won’t punish you. If I disappoint Wesker though, well I don’t even want to get into those details.” she sighed. Truthfully Ada knew she was too valuable to Wesker for him to kill her simply for failing one extraction, but there would be other consequences that she’d rather avoid if at all possible. “Fine, I was planning on early retirement anyway. Umbrella couldn’t pay me to ever go through this again. I can help provide for my family some other way.” the USS agent grumbled as he begrudgingly handed her the vial. “Thank you so much.” she teased as she blew him a kiss. The agent let out a genuine laugh as they parted ways. The seductive spy had killed many before him and was willing to do so again, but she preferred avoiding it when possible, especially for inexperienced rookies like him. “Almost reminds me of a certain someone.” she said to herself with a smile as her ride out of the forsaken town entered her view. After that, she took a long shower and changed into clean clothes. Albert Wesker was pleased with her success so she was rewarded with quite the paycheck, a vacation, and the two engaged in a rigorous session of sex to pass the night away. For an egomaniac bioterrorist with a god complex, he sure was an excellent fuck buddy. Unfortunately Ada did not try her new kink, knowing fully well wetting Wesker’s bed or attempting any form of urination whatsoever was a sure fire way to piss him off (terrible pun I’m sorry), and even she wasn’t brave enough to explore that possibility. However with her newly earned time there were plenty of other opportunities, mainly with her new medical exam. Instead she excused herself to his bathroom for a lengthy piss like she did for the other affairs. “Carla Radames speaking, how may I help you?” the doctor politely inquired over the phone. “Hey Radames, Ada here. I’d like to schedule an appointment, I discovered something.” “What, are you infected?” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? No, I have no problem, however I need a medical perspective on a new habit.” “New habit huh? This should be good. How would Wesker feel about this?” “I wouldn’t know, because he’s not going to find out.” “Same passive aggressive bitch as usual, although I suppose that’s your charm. That, and your huge rack, beautiful ass, and delicious-” “We can continue this conversation tomorrow, good night.” Ada curtly hung up. The threats were quite the annoyance, although they were worth the medical exams, which were really just an excuse to get off. While Ada had certainly been skilled in both the giving and receiving ends regarding lesbian sex, she usually preferred men. Carla Radames however, being both an experienced medical doctor and someone who got off on making others squirm in delight, knew exactly how to push each and every one of her buttons. Not one of their appointments had ended without Ada grasping the medical chair and releasing pornographic moans of orgasmic pleasure. The next morning Ada made sure to drink copious amounts of tea, knowing full well it would speed up the desperation process and result in much clearer urination. Soon she arrived at the office, signed her name, and sat down, grabbing a magazine to pass the time. However it was somewhat hard to concentrate, the tabloid wasn’t very interesting whereas the anticipation of pissing and receiving a medical exam was enough excitement to keep herself occupied. “Ada Wong, Radames’ ready to see you.” the secretary called. Ada nodded in thanks and briskly walked to the room, then knocked on the door. Carla opened the door, Ada could see the smug look adorning the blonde doctor’s face. “Well hello there sexy, glad to see you’re just as excited as I am. Look at you bouncing around, you weren’t so open about this before!” “This is a bit different, just start the normal procedure and then I’ll explain afterwards.” “Suit yourself, beautiful. You know the drill, take off your clothes but leave the panties on. And do it slowly, last time was hardly worthy of a strip tease.” Ada grimaced in annoyance but did as told, slowly lifting her dress and peeling it off, then proceeded to unbuckle her bra and hung both on a clothes rack. She turned to face Carla, noticing how the doctor was eagerly eyeing her. “Good enough for you?” “Yes, very well done. Now, let’s start with these amazing tits.” Carla grasped Ada’s left breast, feeling around for any lumps or other anomalies. Satisfied that there were none, she proceeded to rub and pinch the brown nipple, which quickly hardened in response. She blew air on it, causing Ada to gasp. Pleased, she repeated this procedure on the right breast, only this time instead of blowing air she twisted the nipple and areola. Ada yelped and almost jumped off the examination bed, but Carla eased her back down. “Little early for that, don’t you think?” “Maybe, but you always liked that part so I decided to speed up the process. Now, lie down.” Ada complied, and Carla continued her examination, taking note of her temperature and heartbeat. “Little faster and hotter than average, but I believe we both know that’s perfectly acceptable given the circumstances. Lower your underwear.” “Actually that’s what I wanted to FUCK!!” Ada suddenly yelled in shock as Carla pressed in her abdominal region. “Jesus Ada, I know you’re ticklish but you’ve never reacted that way before? What’s gotten into you today?” “I need to urinate.” Ada admitted with a blush as she looked to the side. “I’m aware that’s coming up soon but that was never an issue before. Did you drink more than usual…?” Carla began to trail off, suddenly sporting a wide grin. “What? Yes I did but why are you looking like that?” “Now I know why you called for this appointment, wanted to switch things up a notch, yes? I was wondering when we would try this out.” “I’m confused, what?” “I’ve done a lot of things to that voluptuous body of yours, from massaging, fingering, douching, and you go especially wild from the speculum. It seemed strange to me that you held back from engaging in urine play considering you were fine with the other activities. I certainly don’t judge and no-one else is going to know.” “You knew?! How the fuck did you know, I didn’t even know!” Carla’s grin slowly dropped off her face, it was the first time Ada had ever seen her completely dumbstruck. “You’re kidding right? You’re not kidding, alright. So, I’m assuming this is the new habit we were discussing over the phone?” “Yes, very new. I only discovered it because I pissed myself back in the Raccoon City incident.” “Well I have to hear this, tell me everything!” “Okay, well I was trekking the sewers looking for Annette when my bladder began to twinge. I couldn’t pee normally because if I removed my panties and squatted the T virus zombies could easily surround and kill me. I wanted to hold it in but knew wetting myself was the most likely solution. I was able to handle business like usual for the most part, but towards the end the anxiety and stress was catching up to me, causing me to feel extra sweaty and frustrated.” “Kind of like now I can see.” Carla responded as she wrote notes on a clipboard. “Uh huh.” Ada shot back as she started rubbing her thighs together from the diuretic tea taking effect on her body. “Well a small spurt escaped and I was shocked, not only because I was mortified, but because I realized it felt pretty good. Not just that small release, but everything else too. Holding it in gave me pleasurable aches in my bladder and groin, it was almost as arousing as fucking Wesker or being tested on by you.” “This is definitely what I needed to hear. Keep going.” Carla encouraged. “Well we’re pretty much at the end. I saw a Licker and ended up having to kill it. It certainly sped up the process.” “So you pissed yourself in fear, huh? Straight out of a horror movie! Never pictured the great Ada Wong in such a vulnerable position, cowering in her own puddle of urine.” “Normally I would be offended at your petty belittling, but honestly I’m so proud of discovering this new kink, not to mention your description is just super fucking hot.” Ada admitted. “Now to why we’re here. First I want you to tell me how the hell you knew before I did, and if there’s any risk or danger.” “So this is a real doctor’s exam. Well that’s a bummer.” “You can poke, prod and do whatever the hell you want with me, just please tell me what I need to know and then you can make me cum hard!” Carla was taken back by how straightforward Ada was, usually her favorite patient had a surly attitude, probably annoyed that for once she was someone’s plaything, not the other way around. Clearly she was very concerned for her health and wellbeing, not to mention desperate for release in more ways than one. “Fair enough. How did I know? Well to put it simply I’m a doctor. Of course my main area of expertise is being a scientist, but as you’ve experienced time and time again I know the human body well enough to absolutely make any patient or sexual partner begging for mercy as I manipulate their anatomy. Whenever it was time for a urine sample you seemed extra excited, even more so then whenever I inserted a speculum inside that tight cunt.” “That was different, back then I was just relieved to get rid of the excess urine.” “Maybe, but there was more to it than that, even if you didn’t know it yet. Your breathing would increase more rapidly and your nipples would get hard. I don’t care how desperate you were to take a piss, no-one’s body reacts that way unless they’re aroused by it. You could have simply been fantasizing about something else but every single time? It’s just not possible.” “I guess that makes sense. Even if you’re the doctor though, I still don’t get why I was so late to my own party.” “Well it’s a very rare fetish. If know one ever talks about something, and it seems taboo, it will never subconsciously enter your mind, even if the answer is right in front of you.” “I suppose that makes sense. Now to the most important part, can holding in my urine and wetting myself cause any serious danger or health concerns?” “Honestly? The short answer is yes, there certainly are. However, there’s no need to worry. Take the necessary precautions and you’ll be just fine. Urine is sterile, however when the urea is exposed to the air, it turns into ammonia and starts attracting bacteria. Wearing damp clothes saturated with urine can cause rashes.” “That’s not an issue, I prefer pissing naked anyway, and even if I am wearing clothes or doing it in the bed I immediately take a shower and put everything in the laundry.” “Clever girl.” Carla complimented as she pinched Ada’s cheek. “As for holding it in, if you’re healthy bladder rupture and kidney failure are nonexistent. If you ever feel sick or in pain though, immediately stop and seek medical help. It can be from me or any other professional you trust, just make sure you take care of yourself.” “That makes sense, continue.” “Drinking does help, but make sure to stay properly hydrated. Don’t over or under do it. Urinary tract infections are the most dangerous risks. If you’re dehydrated and have yellow urine, do not try to hold it in. Drink properly and let go.” “Alright, thanks. I know that peeing after sex or orgasm is also helpful in avoiding a UTI.” “Very good Ada! You sure did your homework.” Carla gushed as she playfully patted her patient’s bladder. Ada slapped her hand away. “Not quite yet, there’s still more.” “You like fruit, right? Especially berries?” “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” “Well, blueberries and cranberries are excellent against warding off UTIs, and cranberry juice is the perfect diuretic for you.” “Oh, that’s actually very nice to hear.” “I knew you’d like it, hot stuff. I have extra notes for anything else you need to know. Now, remove those panties, sit in that chair, and get ready for an extra special examination. You’re gonna cum and piss so hard it’ll bring tears to your eyes, so I made sure to bring extra wipes!” Carla declared, a sadistic gleam shone in her eyes. Ada was very familiar with that look. Carla never caused any pain whatsoever unless it was specifically asked for, but she loved toying with her playmates to the point of humiliation. “Speaking of wipes though, I have to ask.” “Yes?” Ada questioned as she settled into the stirrups, her pubes and genitals on full display with legs spread wide open. “You know you love urine play. Have you by chance tested out if you love defecation as well?” “Ew, what the fuck?! That’s disgusting! I’ve been looking forward to this for days, don’t ruin it.” “Ada, that’s rather rude, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Carla snapped. Ada felt some pangs in her bladder and crotch from both the doctor’s tone and facial expression and she gulped nervously. “Your fetish is almost as unheard of and looked down upon, not to mention downright similar. What gives you the right to judge and shame others for theirs?” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that! I’m just not into it, okay? Don’t…” “Don’t what? Hurt you? Even though I should spank the daylights out of you for being so disrespectful, you know I have rules that I abide by.” “I meant don’t leave me. I was wrong to be rude, I was just caught off guard.” “Alright, I believe you. You’re lucky you're such an adorable and sexy young lady. Truth be told, I’m pretty put off by it as well, and I don’t want any imperfections regarding an ass as fine as yours. Before you question why I got mad if I feel the same way, I still felt you were being ruder than acceptable.” “I’m sorry, really I am.” “I know you are. Now, it’s playtime. Or maybe I should combine recess with divine punishment for being so bad, don’t you agree?” Carla playfully suggested as she pressed hard on Ada’s abdominal region. The spy moaned out loud, much to the doctor’s approval. She put pressure on other areas to warm her patient up, then decided to take things up a notch and began rubbing the clit, causing it to harden and come out of its hood, along with viscous liquid to moisten the pouty genital lips. “Becoming so wet already, you’re such a fucking slut Ada! Despite all the mean glares and sarcastic comments I know you love being my sex toy, it absolutely turns you on, being humiliated by someone who knows all your dirty secrets. Domination, embarrassment, medical exams, and now pissing yourself? Such a dirty, naughty girl!” Carla exclaimed with glee as she began to pump two of her fingers into Ada’s cunt, the younger woman moaning her head off in absolute ecstasy from both the simulation and the words, playing with her own nipples. “Do you trust me?” Carla suddenly whispered.“What?” “Do you trust me?” “Yes?” Ada answered, unsure what exactly the doctor had planned. “Good, you’re gonna love this.” Carla responded as she suddenly pulled out leather straps, restraining Ada’s wrists to the arm rests and her ankles to the stirrups. Ada had been restrained before during other exams so this wasn’t anything new. “Okay, you better be right about this.” “Does this answer your concerns?” Carla retaliated as she began tickling Ada’s bare feet. “Ack!! Stop it!” “No can do, I know you’re enjoying it.” She began trying other areas, such as palms, arms, and abdomen. Ada was crying in laughter from the tortuous joy that had been inflicted, it was so painfully unbearable but was also such a high that she wanted more, when suddenly the doctor backed away. “Wait, why’d you stop?” “You were going to start leaking, which is way too soon. Besides, the tickling was just a warm up, now here comes the fun part.” “Which is?” “I’m timing you. You’re going to hold it for fifteen minutes.” “What?! That’s ridiculous! I’ve been holding it for so long.” Ada moaned. “A five minute drive, ten minute waiting period, and another ten minutes during our exam? I’ve seen pregnant mothers with stronger bladders than you. Besides, this is for your own good.” “How is this for my own good, you just want to torture me!!” “While that is certainly true, you came here because you thought I knew what was best, and now I’m giving it to you. While I’m sure your first wetting was amazing, this will be so much more divine.” “Yeah, well what if I go right now?” “Ada, I promise you if I see you try to break free of your restraints or a drop of urine leaving those pussy lips and entering the bedpan, I will never touch you again. You can forget ever making a doctor’s appointment with me, unless it’s for a prescription.” While they both knew that was a bluff, Ada still didn’t want to risk it. “I suppose if you want, maybe you can find another doctor. But will they attend to each and every one of your needs like I do? Knowing how hard it was to find a patient like you, you won’t find a doctor or nurse fetishist like me. Or maybe you can hire some prostitute with all that money you have, dress her up in a doctor’s coat. She won’t be able to protest since you’re the one keeping her from being in the homeless shelter, but she’ll also think you’re a twisted pervert. She wouldn’t be wrong either.” Carla admonished softly. “Bitch go fuck yourself!!” Ada screamed at her doctor, angry tears threatening to leak. “Oh but I do. Honestly you’re such a greedy little slut Ada. Our playtime? It’s all take and no give. Every exam I touch you until you cum hard, trying out every fetish you’re curious about. The only orgasms I’ve ever received from you were from when I masturbate to the recordings of each session after I’m done editing them into videos and screenshots. You could touch me back, we could be fucking. But we’re not. Why? Because I’m a professional, I don’t fuck patients. Now repeat it yourself.” “You don’t fuck patients.” Ada grumbled, looking like she was going to lose control by the second. “Exactly. As I said earlier, we could take this outside the doctor’s office but you refuse. You wanted to remain doctor and patient so that’s what we are. Now you’re gonna sit there and find some way to keep yourself occupied, you understand me? If you come up with any activity make sure to ask me for permission first.” “Yes.” “Good girl.” Carla teased as she sat back down, watching Ada intently. Her patient had nothing to focus on other than her dire need to urinate and the harsh lecture she just recieved. These two combined were sure to have her crying her pretty little head off. Sure enough, Ada began to let a couple of tears and sniffles loose, then began sobbing out loud. Carla was more than satisfied with this reaction, eagerly eyeing her patient as she continued to cry hard. She had seen tears before but full on sobbing was such a new and beautiful treat. The doctor loved breaking her patient with humiliation and emotional abuse, which she was getting a front row seat of. Ada shivered a few times and sniffled some more before finally settling down. The lecture and crying session had so far been around five minutes, ten more to go. “Carla?” “Yes, Ada, what do you need? Besides pissing yourself into oblivion?” the doctor responded with a sadistic grin. “Is it okay if I move around, just sitting still is going to make me burst, I need some sort of distraction, anything!” “Alright I’ll permit it. However, if you feel like it’s going to make you piss, stop. If I tell you to stop, stop. Got it?” “Yes.” “Alright then, go right ahead.” Ada nodded in understanding and wiggled her shapely ass around the seat, creating a lovely sight. Soon the wiggling became some sort of gyration motion. Carla stared in amazement and interest as Ada continued to gyrate her hips, thrusting herself in the air in a slow tempo, up and down, up and down. Her breathing became heavier followed by some moans which were added to the mix, and a fine sheen of sweat was coating her body. The doctor took special interest in her patient’s brown pussy lips. They seemed to be gaping, opening and closing almost like they were trying to grasp something. That’s when the realization hit her. ‘Ada isn’t just moving wildly because she needs to urinate, she’s fantasizing about a man fucking her! Not just casual sex either, it’s like they’re making love. I can almost see the mystery man sticking his cock in her cunt, going in and out, it’s driving her wild. Who is it though? Certainly not Wesker. It’s no secret she loves being railed by that madman, but they’re just fuck buddies. Whoever she’s thinking about, it’s much deeper than that.’ Suddenly, Ada stopped moving. “Ah, the show’s over? I was really enjoying seeing you dance.” “I had to, I almost let the floodgates flow.” “Such a good patient. You’ve only got three minutes left, think you can hold on?” “It hurts so much, I just want to pee.” “I know baby, just hold on a little longer.” Ada squirmed every now and then but otherwise obliged. Her bladder and genitals were begging to release all the pent up liquid and frustration but she managed to hold it in. “Time’s up. I suppose you’ve been a good girl, it’s time to take that urine sample. Let go.” Carla announced as she stood up. Ada tried, but nothing came out. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know, it’s not working! What’s happening?” she questioned in panic. Carla burst out laughing. “You’re getting pee shy, that’s adorable!” “Bitch, quit laughing and help me!” “How am I supposed to help? You’re the one in control of your own bladder.” “I don't know, start talking dirty about me pissing or something. It’s worked before.” Carla obliged. “You’re a big girl, Ada. Go ahead and pee, urinate into the bedpan. I want to see that waterfall of pale yellow piss.” Carla encouraged her patient. Ada began to convulse as she moaned, her crotch begging for release, which was followed by a scream of delight and a torrent of hot piss that hit the bedpan loudly. Eventually it became a steady trickle, followed by a couple of spurts, then a couple of drops. As with every other orgasm, Carla had it recorded to the minute detail, catching the whole erotic display on video, which she would also later edit into screenshots. “Probably your best performance yet! I’ll masturbate to this for years to come. And I take back what I said about pale yellow, it's so clear!” Carla exclaimed in delight as she reached for wipes. First she took care of Ada’s pussy, taking great care to remove stubborn drops of urine clinging to her lips and bush. Next, she dried Ada’s tears, feeling quite pleased with herself. “I’m so tired, I just want to…” Ada couldn’t finish her sentence as she let out a yawn. Carla undid the straps and carried her naked patient to the examination bed, gently laying her down. “It’s okay, rest up. We can talk later. Mind if I take a couple of pictures while you sleep?” “You’re such a weird slut.” Ada insulted as she closed her eyes. “You’re one to talk.” Carla shot back as she snapped multiple photos from different angles. Around twenty minutes later, Ada stirred from her sleep. Carla noticed with amusement that the first thing Ada did when she woke up was check her genitals and pat the examination bed. “You didn’t wet the bed if that’s what you’re wondering. I did have a patient with that problem though.” Ada flushed, but raised an eyebrow at the latter topic. “Seriously?” “Yeah, she’s this adorable petite Chinese college girl who had PTSD. She survived unscathed but the trauma was enough to inflict her with night terrors and chronic bedwetting. She had to sleep on towels which were changed continuously. Normally she was a very happy and upbeat individual but during our first appointment she was a sobbing mess.” “I know you must have enjoyed that.” “My duties as a legitimate doctor come first so I made sure to help her fully recover. She’s just a normal patient now. That actually brings me to my next point.” “Which is?” “I’m sorry for guilt tripping you earlier.” “That’s a damn lie, you love seeing me in tears.” “Oh, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Yes I absolutely adore your shame, seeing you sob like that made me so wet I’ll need to wash my panties.” Ada looked at her doctor with a disturbed expression. This wasn’t anything new in the slightest but hearing her admit it so blatantly was still something she was not used to. “However I overdid it. Embarrassing you and being on the brink of pissing yourself were enough to make you tear up, I manipulated you into thinking something that wasn’t true. Yes, you’re always on the receiving end but I don’t despise or resent you for that. In all actuality you’re my favorite sexual partner.” “What? How the fuck is that possible? You even said I’m the only one who doesn’t reciprocate.” “I understand it’s complicated but hear me out. First off, you’re the sexiest and naughtiest pervert I have ever had the honor of pleasuring. More importantly though, you’re the only one of my sexual partners who truly understands medical fetishism.” “Yeah right, don’t you play doctor with your other fuck buddies and patients?” “No, they don’t get it like you do. The men I’ve met don’t give a shit about medical procedures, they just want to see me in an unbuttoned labcoat with my boobs on display. My female patients don’t find any of this erotic at all, it’s just an uncomfortable procedure that they want to quickly be over with as soon as possible.” “It’s not their fault, this is kind of strange.” “Oh, I totally understand. Still Ada, don’t you get it? We go through so many different medical fetishes with each appointment, you always bring something different to the table. Sometimes you’re such a stubborn and disrespectful bitch, and others you’re so vulnerable, tearing up and begging me to help you orgasm despite knowing fully well just how much your humiliation gets me off. I’ve seen so many different sides of you, and each and every one of them was erotically beautiful. Just like earlier, seeing you urinate like a spraying garden hose with pure bliss on your face. By the way, the urine sample came back completely healthy, keep at it.” “Gee, thanks. I don’t get it though, why are you telling me all this?” “This is your last examination with me, is it not? If it is I’m glad this is the one, it was such a beautiful finale. Although, I am disappointed you just now discovered your peeing fetish, I had a couple more experiments I want to try out.” “Well we certainly can, because this wasn’t my last appointment. What the hell even gave you that idea?” “I’m sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend?” “No I don’t have a boyfriend, where is this coming from?” “Earlier when you were gyrating your hips in the air, thrusting your ass in the air, you were fantasizing about making sweet love with him, weren’t you?” “You could tell just from that?” Ada was starting to seriously blush. “Sweetheart, I know you’re an excellent spy and all but I’m an expert on all things sexual, especially regarding you. I was able to recognize most of your kinks before you did. And this wasn’t just some fling either, from the way you were moving I could tell it was romantically intimate.” “Yes, I was thinking about a guy, but we’re not dating or romantically involved. Hell, I probably won’t see him for another couple of years and when we cross paths again it won’t be so friendly.” “I need to know everything, give me the juicy details.” “Well the guy-” “C’mon, at least give me a first name!” Carla protested. Ada just glared, almost looking protective. “Aw, you’re actually worried for someone’s safety instead of yourself. He really must be special. Look, I’m no longer loyal to Umbrella, okay? You and your man have nothing to worry about.” “Fine. His name is Leon, he’s a pretty boy with silver hair styled after Leonardo DiCaprio, and he was a rookie cop. I saved him from a zombified doberman and posed as an FBI agent.” “And he just bought that?” “It was his first day on the job, and I flashed a badge. Anyway we kept bumping into each other and eventually we decided to team up.” “What made you so into him?” “His pureness and resolve. At first I thought he was just stupidly naive, especially when I came across a father and his infected daughter. I was going to put her down, but Leon assured me the father would do the right thing. Sure enough, he did. As if that wasn’t enough, he was angry at me for hiding the truth from the father, and angry at Umbrella for causing the outbreak. What really sealed the deal though, was he admitted helping families like them was the reason he joined the force. That statement made me realize what a good man he was, how head over heels I was for him, and how it was an impossible dream. Or so I thought…” “There’s still hope?” “Some. Later he was so worried about me since I was injured and I had to land a kiss to shut him up. However, unlike all the others, that one was real. Unfortunately things weren’t so simple, he finally got his hands on the G virus. However, Annette had told him everything. He tested me, and despite wanting to believe in me so badly, he knew I was a bioterrorist. I couldn’t kill him, but I still drew my gun to see if I could get him back down and surrender. He saw through my bluff though, and challenged me to shoot him. I couldn’t though. That’s when things really went to shit, Annette shot me and the building collapsed.” “So that’s what that scar is. Good thing she missed, she almost destroyed your right titty!” “More importantly Carla, I’m still alive. Poor Leon thinks otherwise though, he tried to pull me up but ended up dropping me. I knew I’d probably survive the fall but he had no such assurances. I hope he’s not beating himself over it.” “Ada, in all honesty he probably is, and will continue to torture himself over the guilt of thinking about you. But that’s only temporary. Wait for however long you need to, then find him and engage in the best makeup sex of all time. Also send me a video if possible.” Carla finished with a perverted grin. “That’s it, I’m out of here. Thanks for the examination.” Ada sharply announced. “That’s the other thing I love about you, Ada. This entire conversation, you were naked without ever considering getting dressed. I wish my other patients were so thoughtful.” Ada blushed immensely, proceeded to get dressed in record speed without a word, then grabbed the clipboard of notes regarding urine health concerns. “So you remembered, good for you! Well, do come again sweetie. I’m really looking forward to seeing you piss yourself again.” With that the spy was gone. So many thoughts were going through her head, from the examination, Carla’s seductively taunting words, and reading the list. All of this was distracting Ada to such an extent that she accidentally bowled right into a younger girl, sending them both tumbling. They both yelped in surprise and pain. Papers from the clipboard had detached and scattered everywhere. “Oh I’m so sorry, I’ll help you with that!” the sweet voice replied. Ada noticed that the person she had run into was a petite, Chinese girl with beautiful green eyes and a pixie haircut. This must have been the bedwetter Carla had been referring to earlier. More importantly, the spy could tell that she was Rebecca Chambers, former STARS medic and one of the few survivors of the Spencer Mansion Incident. She looked a little older than her file photo, although that made sense since time had passed. The medic was currently twenty two. “Oh it’s fine, no need to worry, just carry on.” Ada assured, not wanting the former police medic to discover her new kink. Unfortunately for her, Rebecca was already bending down, unintentionally giving the whole room a view of her small but curvy ass which was being hugged by jean shorts. Thankfully Ada seemed to be the only one paying attention, as the other few patients in the waiting room were occupied with their own issues. Rebecca handed Ada back her clipboard and she was about to thank the younger girl when she noticed something. The notes had been perfectly arranged in their original order. That, coupled with the fact that Rebecca was sporting a blush and sheepish grin, meant she had read every word. She probably understood the context as well due to her medical degree. Ada was fuming in anger and embarrassment. “You...you read my EXAMINATION NOTES?!” “I’m sorry don’t hurt me!!” To be continued… Ending Note: Well I bet you’re all wondering, just what the hell was that?! Honestly I’m just as bewildered as you are. To provide context, this story was always going to be a medical examination story, there was no question about that. However, the first issue was who would be Ada’s gynecologist/examiner? I was originally going to have it be a regular and realistic exam with some random dude or woman but figured while I love reading realistic gyno literotica, my writing isn’t anywhere near talented or polished enough to pull it off. I needed it to be more personal, and sexier too. That meant the doctor had to be an established character. It wasn’t going to be Albert, I previously established while they hook up from time to time, even Ada wasn’t going to risk angering an extremely dangerous guy she wasn’t even romantically interested in. Annette Birkin certainly wasn’t going to be the doctor either, she’s dead and even if I wanted her alive the two can’t even be in the same room together without things getting violent, much less sexually involved. Rebecca didn’t even occur to me until I wrote her in the ending, although I’m kind of glad about that which I’ll explain later. I think one of the Outbreak characters might have been a doctor but I clearly don’t know any of them well enough to attempt working them in this fic. I don’t know Carla Radames well either, but for starters I know her name, along with a couple other details about her. In addition, an Ada x Carla fanfiction gave me the inspiration for her base, flirty personality. As for the humiliation fetish she had, well that’s when things started spiraling. Originally it was just going to be a simple joke played for laughs; something along the lines of Carla saying something like “I bet it must be frustrating that I can make you beg for that sweet release” and Ada replying with “Whatever just give it to me” or something like that. The context was basically implying Ada is a normally dominant woman who is forced to be submissive because Carla is the only one who knows and can give her what she wants, which is something she gloats about. However, my mind just went on autopilot and created this out of pocket fantasy where Ada and Carla share an emotionally sadomasochistic tryst. Also here is the full of list Omorashi health concerns: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/48231-omorashi-safety-tips/
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    Ok so I've figured out how to crop videos using VLC, wow...amazing!... but I'm stiff very amateur. So this is cut from a longer film which was full of yucky sex and things. The first many minutes are an old guy feeling up this young teacher in the kitchen while the man's son (presumably) is working. The young woman is a 'teacher.' This feeling up bit is a bit long, I'm sorry I did my best job at cropping but the built in VLC cropper sucks. Anyhow the old guy puts a vibrator in her panties and sends her back out to tutor the student. There is a very long 'desperation' scene and she finally wets her skirt and floor. The desperation part is nice. I say desperation depite the fact that is supposed to be an 'orgasm' but come on we all know that its now, vibrate down there un-consensually long enough and I think a woman is more likely to wet herself than orgasm. Anyhow I'm sorry the feeling up bit is so long but the 'desperation scene is great due to the sweat and the actress has great facial expressions. Enjoy and thanks for everyone (you know who you are) who helped me learn how to crop even to this amateur level. I hope its ok that there's such a long feeling up lead in, its not the naughty hard core sex which is there in the original video. Rach
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  8. You really should have peed before you got on the elevator and now you are deeply regretting it. The elevator had ground to a halt, short of its ground floor destination, a half hour ago. You had worked late and just wanted to get out of the office and go home. You could have peed in the restroom on the way to the elevator, but did not. Within minutes of your predicament, you picked up the emergency phone and dialed zero, but it just kept ringing. It is not supposed to do that! Someone is supposed to answer?! You turned to the only other occupant in the elevator, an unknown man, who had already been on the elevator when you entered. You hope he had answers to your WTF moment. You did not verbalize your question as your look said it all to him. His response was equally non-verbal. He just shrugged with a bit of a smirk and offered no words, no solutions, and no help. What a typical man. You eyed him, as in your rush, you had previously not taken much notice of him. He was an older man dressed, impecably, in a nice suit. He had stylish shoes, a short haircut of graying hair, clean cut, blue eyes, and was physically fit in a way that you could notice such a thing under his suit. Having thus taken a physical inventory of this stranger, your thoughts immediately reverted to your predicament. It was 7 PM on a Friday. Your thoughts began to enter the zone of panic. What if everyone in the building had already gone for the day? What it they were gone for the entire weekend?!!! Your bladder took immediate notice and sent pangs of protest. Your need to find a toilet seems to increase exponentially. Why, oh why, did not you not visit the toilet! You picked up the phone and dialed again, expecting a different result. Still no answer. You hung up and tried again, and again, and again. You would have kept up with these fruitless actions, but you were snapped out of this drill by the vocal interruption of the stranger. You were instantly annoyed by the interruption and then amused by the fact that he had a voice and was suddenly interested and engaged in the predicament. It was about fucking time! Unfortunately, his interruption was a disappointment. He merely said, "it is pointless, they are apparently not answering." You thought to yourself, " no shit, Shirlock!, do you have a better idea?!" But, again, you did not vocalize that thought. Your look said it all. You both became silent. He "heard" you and disengaged. He understood you were in a different place and that you did not wish to be bothered as you problem solved, without his useless interruptions. You appreciated that he understood your non-verbal communication. You looked at the ceiling and then you looked around the elevator, taking it all in and taking an inventory of the situation. Nothing suggests any solution. You, with your back up against the side of the elevator, slid down the wall into a seated position, in full surrender to the situation. You did, however, do so in a dignified manner, as you were wearing a skirt, a rather short one. You were mindful of not flashing anything inappropriate to this stranger. You decided to fully sit and not squat, so as best to protect any view that may have shot up between your legs. You crossed your legs, both to double insure the dignity preservation, and... to help manage the growing pressure on your bladder. In fact, it was not so much that your slide to the floor was a slide of resignation to the situation in so much that it was a bladder preservation move. It was harder to hold while standing, or so you thought at the moment. The rest of that half hour was spent in silence. You were deep in thought. You had pulled out your cell phone. Your panic increased when you could not get a signal. You were briefly annoyed that the gentleman, who was still standing, had not reached for his own phone and tried to make a call. You almost asked him to do so, but immediately seized up the futility and remained silent. Your thoughts were now interrupted as he spoke. You were again both annoyed and amused by both his interruption of your thought process and his sudden interest in the predicament. It was about time! You flashed all of those thoughts into rapidly displayed facial expressions, landing on one that projected a plea for help. It was, up until now, a rare showing of vulnerability. It must have softened him up. You then exchanged small talk. Introductions were made. You found he owned the company that was the tenant on the floor above you. It was a law firm and it was rare you saw anyone from that office. It was unlike your office, where there were a number of people present every day. His office was the third floor, you were the second, and then there was a bank on the ground floor as well as a public lobby. It was a relatively small office with just three floors, just enough to have this damned elevator, and a set of stairs. Why, you wondered, did you not just take the stairs! He related several things over the next 30 minutes. You took it all in, despite the fact that your increasing urgency did make it hard for you to pay attention. He did most of the talking, while you mostly listened and concentrated on bladder control. In fact, as time wore on your answers became shorter and a bit clipped. You wondered if he noticed. You became flushed with that thought and then you worried that he might notice that you were flushed. He seemed oblivious to any signs of your emergency. You were grateful for that. You were mortified that he might become aware. You were grateful for what increasingly became a monologue. You appreciated the distraction. You learned that he lived in Flordia and rarely came north to go the office. His partner, who lived local, mostly used the office, as well as another couple of associates and some support staff. However, they took were largely not in the office. They had something to do with international trade. Frankly, it is at that point were you started to tune out to the content he was instantly uttering. Your mind was in fact was drifting to two different places. First was your need to pee. Second, was arousal. You found the second to be surprising, a bit embarrassing, and a bit naughty. You found yourself getting turned on by the stranger, by his looks, his self assurance, the smell of his cologne, and his sexy body. Your thoughts became increasingly naughty as you imagined what sex might be like with this attractive stranger. Although he was quite self absorbed, your thoughts were taking the upper hand on him. You began to mentally rape him as he went on and on about his business abroad, the places he had been, etc., etc. He suddenly stopped talking when you moaned. Your moan was of piss desperation, but maybe more. You were so lost in your thoughts that you had completely lost track of what he was saying. He had a quisical look on his face. You instantly panicked. Did he now know of your dirty thoughts , your urgent need of a bathroom, or both?! No, thank goodness. He immediately repeated his question, revealing both that he remained clueless and self absorbed. He asked if you to have ever been to Hong Kong. Your face, however, registered annoyance over his cluelessness and self absorption. Your thoughts professed rapidly. How could he not know of my urgency?! He must not know of my urgency! He is so self absorbed that he does not know of my desire. He would think I am a slut. I would be so ashamed. He must not know.... He took notice. He asked if you were ok. How could he not know. He does not know! Your relief was fleeting as your need to pee snapped you back to addressing the needs of your bladder. You leaned forward to help your hold. Your answer betrayed your plight, not in words but in delivery. Almost through gritted teeth you said you were fine. He did not look convinced. You immediately wished you had delivered that message in a better fashion, but your bodily needs were taking over. He asked again if something was wrong. You were in better control of your next answer and the answer after that, as he was not letting his inquiry alone. He know something was up, damn him. You both lapsed into quite. You regretted that new interaction development. It removed the distraction of his monologue. It also now subjected you to a level of attention he previously was not giving you. It made you more apprehensive. That is not what you needed. You a stared up at the ceiling and prayed he would find another distraction, or at least launch back into his monologue. Instead, you knew he was not staring at you. His stare made any physical movement to contain your bladder impossible. You began to feel hotter and you were even starting to break out in a sweat. You removed your jacket and you know became the one to launch into a monologue. It was a monologue of largely nonsensical subject matter. It was all a rouse to divert attention, of both of you as to your predicament. Also, gone, at least for the moment, were your lustful thoughts. You were so preoccupied in dredging up topics, any topics, to continue the attention diversion rouse, that left you no mental capacity for lust. The lustful thoughts had helped with your urgency, you noticed. They did not keep your panties dry as the wetness was not of pee, up until now, at least so you hoped. Your hope was suddenly dashed as a short spurt of pee escaped. You immediately stopped talking, to utter a moan. You twisted your torso. You resisted the urge to grab yourself, but your right arm did flail a bit. Most importantly, you kept it to a moan. This of course led to another string of questions and denials. You kicked off your high heels. It was a move to break the silence that developed and to distract. It also allowed you to rearrange yourself. You sat on your heal, by bending one of your legs underneath you. The other leg remained extended. You tried to remain dignified. That meant not placing your heal where it was needed the most, applying direct pressure to your panty covered pussy. No, instead it remained outside and underneath of the skirt that still discreetly covered your now moist panties. You cursed the fact that you were not now wearing pants, where rhe pressure could be applied better, while still not surrendering your dignity. You silently cursed your predicament, the sudden silence, and the emerging judgments by the stranger. Your urgency was through the roof. Sitting on your foot was not enough. You started to move rhythmically. Your body was taking over. It was revealing your need. You had to fess up. His next question finally elicited the truth. You confessed that you urgently needed to pee. He looked at you with compassion. He slumped to the floor, himself. He did so in complete solidarity with your predicament. His empathy, and more important, lack of adverse judgment, were immediately appreciated. He offered verbal coaching. He was mansplaining a bit, which normally would have been annoying. He seemed to know quite a bit about how the blader works and how it could be controlled. He coached you on breathing. He urged you to rub your thighs as that was a known and effective manner of bladder control. You submitted to his instructions and it actually helped, at least for a bit. However, time was not on your side. You appreciated his help. He did move closer, in a helpful, non-threatening way. Most of all you gained a the freedom of relating all that was happening. It was not much longer until all of the preventive actions were for naught. Another spurt of pee escaped. This time, having arrived at both a level of confidence with the stranger, as well as an increased sense of desperation, you reached up under your skirt and crabbed your crotch. You again succeeded in stemming the flow. Your panties were definitely wet. Having thus surrendered your dignity, you then decided to save your skirt. You then hiked up your skirt, so as to prevent any pee from getting on it. You began to unconsciously rub your panty clad pussy. He spoke and it suddenly snapped you back into reality. What were you doing?!! It did feel good. You had to pee so bad. He was looking at you. Did you detect lust, or was it your imagination? You glanced at his crotch and immediately confirmed that it was lust. How could he get turned on by your urgency?!!! You were both shocked and aroused by the thought. Or, was he just turned on because there you were massaging your exposed, sexy, cotton panties. His next words answered your questions. It was now time for him to make a confession. He was the one now embarrassed as he relarded, with several apologies, just how sexually aroused it made him to know she need to pee that bad. He seemed rather disgusted withheld as he related this confession. You should have been made over the insensitivity and the exploitive reaction to your predicament. Instead, you both felt sorry for him and aroused that he was aroused. You said as such, to his immediate relief. The lustful look returned to his face. He then, somewhat hesitantly, suggested further "assistance," which would be more effective. You chuckled over the now revealed, self serving place from where such advice emanated. He shared that arousal was the best defense and that you should mastrubate. You did as instructed. You resumed rubbing your pussy and it did help. He, meanwhile addressed his own urgencies. He unzipped his pants and released his penise. He began stroking it in unison with your rubbing. You were surprised with how rapidly you were moving to climax. You did not want to do that! You knew that edging the orgasm was helping hold your pee. If you orgasmed, you would certainly pee all over the place! So you slowed down. Slowing down was not good either. Another spurt welled up and escaped. This time it was more significant. It was much harder to gain control. But control you did. The stranger the suggested such an audacious next step, that it took your breath away. Before you could think too deeply, he began to execute on the plan, by laying himself on his back, on the floor of the elevator. You found yourself following his instructions, a bit blindly. He instructed you to stand and to take off your panries, to save what was left of them. It was difficult for your to stand and another spurt escaped in the process and pee now teickeled down the inside of your thigh. Your panties were drenched and were no longer an effective barrier. You slid your panties down and allowed them to drop to the floor. You stepped out of them. You immediately groped your pussy to hide it and hold it. You then grasped and protested the next set of instructions. He told you to straddle his face. He instructed you to grind your pussy into his face. He offered that he would stimulate your pussy with his tongue and that would thwart your urgency. You protested that it would only serve to cause you to drench his face in pee. Your protests were only half hearted. Your urgency and a fair bit of lust were now in charge and any hope of dignity preservation were long cast aside, just like the soaked pantiss that were now waded up on the floor. He urged you to proceed. He convinced you not to worry about peeing in his face. He said he would swallow any that came out. You did not need much convincing. You immediately mounted his face. You did not wish to smother him, so you, basically, squated over his face. You wanted to mash down on his face, as much as you wished to mass down on your heal earlier, all to stem the tide. However, you did not mash down on his face and you were soon rewarded with the free movement of his amazing tongue. His tongue immediately went about its work. His tongue was amazing. He kissed, he nibbled, he stroked your pussy lips with his tongue. Omg, you just wanted to cum. He was just toying with you. Omg. Despite your initial reluctance you did start grinding his face. You could not resist. However he regained control with his strong arms grabbing you and controlling you. He controlled how much pressure you could exert. It felt so good, so fucking good. It was not too long. You could not fight it anymore. Your body was wracked with a mind blowing orgasm. He he managed to lap up all the eminared out of your vagina. You then were both thrown out of ecstasy as the elevator lurched. Someone must of heard your screams of ecstasy. Why did you not think of yelling earlier. Lol. Both of you immediately got in presentable form as the elevator traveled down. As the door began to open, you noticed in horror, your soaked panties on the floor. You immediately scooped them up. The elevator door open and you dashed to the bathroom, as, amazingly, there was much pee still inside you. You released your load into the toilet and had another mind blowing orgasm. You sat there awhile, enjoying the after glow. When you emerged, he was gone.
  9. I have often been fascinated with the idea of giving a woman oral, while she is desperate to pee. Over the years, my experience with several partners has been rather mixed. For the one who truly was game, she thoroughly enjoyed it and had mind blowing orgasms. Many, sadly, declined or avoided the experince. Fear of losing control was the overriding reason and no amount of assurances on my part could overcome that core fear. For some sex would often be interrupted by a visit to the toilet. For others, a visit to the toilet would occur before sex. Finally, some would just be too up tight to relax and allow things to happen, even with assurances made and towels placed. However, for those who could overcome the fear of peeing in their partner's face, what a thrill was in store. I loved the journey of taking her to new levels of bliss. So the few pointers I have noticed are. Too full is painful for her. A full bladder is good, but not too full. She needs to be relaxed and comfortable and trust you. She needs to be able to fully release herself to the experince. Being well hydrated makes any leakage less smelly, and it is better for urinary health (avoidance of UTI is always key). I would love to hear any one else's experinces.
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