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  1. It was a hot summer day. Kira was a girl who lived with her mom in a private house with a large area. There was also a large garden where vegetables and fruits were grown. Despite the fact that it was so hot that day, Kira's mom got ready to work in the garden and called Kira to help her. Kira agreed. While going outside, she thought it was a good idea to go to the toilet first, since she had drunk a lot of water due to the heat. But she no longer wanted to return to the house. Kira was sure that she will return if her need becomes desperate. The mom locked the house, because at that moment no one except her and Kira was home. Safety always comes first. It took a few minutes to walk from the house to the garden, the area was so large. In the end, mom and Kira came to the right garden bed and got to work. After some time of work, Kira felt that her bladder had become noticeably full. She ignored it at first, busy working as the pressure grew stronger by the minute. Kira didn’t want to get up and be distracted from work, but soon, squatting in the garden bed, she caught herself starting to squeeze her thighs. Her need was already becoming painful. She holded it until the last, but mom was not going to finish the work. Feeling that her urethra began to leak the first drops, Kira gave up. She stood up, shook her hands off the ground and, telling her mom that she needed to go to the toilet, walked towards the house. Kira wanted to start running to get relief as quickly as possible, but she didn’t want her mom to see her despair. While she was walking towards the house, Kira noticed how much her lower belly was swollen and protruding. She was wearing light pink shorts and a black crop top, her belly was exposed, so her swollen bladder was clearly visible. Her bladder turned out to be much fuller than she thought it would be while she was sitting. Kira so wanted to quickly get rid of the pressure inside, which was becoming acute, that she covered the last ten meters to the house almost at a run. Finally, she ran onto the porch and excitedly pulled the door handle, anticipating the soon desired relief. At that moment, Kira realized that she forgot to take the house keys from her mom, and her mom also forgot about them. The door was locked. As luck would have it, at that moment she felt the first strong spasm in her bladder. Cursing herself for her own stupidity, Kira bent in half, waiting out when the spasm will be over. Having no other choice, as soon as the spasm passed, she turned around and ran back to the garden. Running with a full bladder was quite hard. Several times along the way she had to stop, bend in half and squeeze her legs with force, waiting out when the next spasm will be over. Unfortunately, she did leak a few drops into her pink shorts, but it was unnoticeable. Damn, Kira regretted not going to the toilet earlier. She didn't expect her bladder to fill up so quickly. The mom looked in surprise at the despair on her daughter’s face. Kira told her about the keys. "Oh, wait a second, honey." Kira's mom began to rummage through her pockets. "I completely forgot where I put them." Kira didn’t want to show her despair, she was ashamed, but she couldn’t help but dance on the spot. Otherwise, she would have leaked more drops into her shorts. Her mother, as luck would have it, could not find the keys for a long time (as it seemed to Kira). In the end, when Kira had already clenched her teeth, she took out those damn keys and handed them to her. "You should have gone to the bathroom before we came here, Kira." Her mother said, but Kira did not listen. No longer caring about shame, she snatched the keys from her mom at that very second and immediately rushed towards the house. Along the way, Kira prayed to hold it. Her belly was completely overfull and she could hear the liquid gurgling in her bladder as she ran. Finally, overjoyed, Kira ran onto the porch, shuddering with spasms. She couldn't get the keys into the keyhole the first time because her hands were shaking. It took time. Kira swore out loud. She kept her legs clenched constantly and had to take breaks, bending in half. In the end, she managed to insert the keys into the hole, and she almost screamed with joy. Kira impatiently tried to turn the keys, but they did not move. They didn't turn around. She didn’t want to believe in her own bad luck, but after a few minutes of trying she realized that the lock was stuck. Their house was old, and this problem happened quite often with the lock. Kira didn't have enough strength to turn the keys. For a few seconds Kira wanted to cry. She realized that she had no choice but to go back to ask her mom come and help her open the fucking door. Her bladder needed to be emptied right then and there, and Kira doubted it could handle another walk to the garden and back. The distance was too much for her overflowing bladder. But, unfortunately, she had no choice. She didn't want to get her shorts wet and embarrass herself in front of her mom. She wasn't a baby girl, she couldn't wet herself. It would be wild. Kira even thought about taking off her shorts and squatting right in front of the house, but, as luck would have it, there was no ground or grass near the house, only an asphalt area. She didn’t want her mom to see the puddle when she would go to the house. Kira would die from shame. Having no other choice, Kira ran into the garden, holding her swollen belly with her hand and stopping every ten meters to cross her legs. About halfway through, the spasm turned out to be too strong, and a small stream escaped from her urethra for a second. Shocked, Kira was able to stop it, but she discovered a small but noticeable stain on the crotch of her shorts. A small dark spot on the pink fabric. Tears came in Kira’s eyes from shame. She couldn't believe it. She wet her shorts, even though it was a bit. She was very ashamed to show herself in front of her mom. But new and new urges in the bladder forced her to run further. Having reached her mom, Kira, having already forgotten about shame, squeezed her crotch with her hand to prevent a new stream from escaping. Seeing her daughter’s hand at her crotch, an almost invisible stain on her shorts, her red face and tears in her eyes, the mom immediately understood everything, of course. Kira's mom was shocked, but she did not look at her daughter with condemnation or disgust, only with pity. "The lock... stuck again." Kira moaned in despair before her mom could say anything. Her mom's eyes showed understanding of the situation. "Oh, honey." She nodded with pity. "I should have guessed. Why didn’t you tell me that your need was that bad?" Kira's mom did not take her eyes off her daughter's hand holding her crotch. Kira danced on the spot, realizing that she could not hold it for another minute. She was close to wetting herself. Almost crying, Kira realized that she would not be able to hold this to the house. It was already too late. The spasms in the bladder were too strong, and a new stream was coming. Hopeless, she was in despair, when suddenly... "If you had told me earlier, I would have let you pee here in the garden." Her mother said. "You can do it right now. There’s nothing shameful in it. I see that you can’t make it to the house, Kira." Kira thought she had heard wrong. Did her mom suggest she just... pee here? In the garden? "Just... here?" Not believing, she asked again, looking around the garden, squeezing her legs and feeling new drops bursting out. "But it's... not right." Kira felt ashamed when she thought about it. What if one of the neighbors sees her squatting and peeing in the garden? However, the fence around their garden was high enough not to worry about this, fortunately. Kira thought that she would die from shame if she sat down and peed here, in front of her mother, so she doubted it. The next second, a new spasm made Kira realize that she had no choice. Her mom was right. Kira thought that she would either sit down and pee or wet her shorts in front of her mom. The situation was hopeless. "Come on, my dear." Her mom said kindly. "I see that you’re about to wet yourself. Believe me, I sometimes allow myself to pee in the garden when I’m working here, if i don't want to go far into the house. It's natural and you have nothing to be ashamed of." Kira couldn’t believe that her mother allowed herself to pee in the garden sometimes, but she had no time to think about it. She couldn't hold it any longer. Her bladder was about to explode. "You can go there, honey." Mom nodded toward the thick raspberry bushes behind her. "I won’t see you, be sure." Kira didn't have time to doubt. Feeling like she was about to explode, she rushed towards those bushes, holding her hand between her legs. During this time, she again let a stream into her shorts, but it was less than a second. Kira ran into a small clearing overgrown with grass, which was among raspberry bushes. The mom turned her back to the bushes, busy with her work in the ground. Standing in a clearing behind the bushes, Kira removed her hand from her crotch and realized that a stream was coming out of her. She barely had time to pull off her shorts and panties while squatting down. The first seconds of the stream still got into her shorts, but she didn’t care at all. Spreading her legs wide and almost missing her bare ass on the grass, Kira released the stream at full power, pouring her golden liquid on the raspberry bushes. Her stream hit far and powerfully on the bushes, and she sighed loudly. The stream burst onto the grass with white foam, and the hissing was so loud that her mom could not help but hear it, being five meters from her daughter. But Kira didn’t care about that anymore. All she could care about at that moment was the overwhelming feeling of relief. The golden liquid continued to splash out of her with great pressure and foam onto the green young grass, forming a puddle on it. The ground did not manage to absorb it so quickly. Kira’s bladder took a very long time to empty, and every second brought her unreal pleasure. Finally, it was empty. Kira didn't have any tissues to wipe herself off with, so she rested her hands on the grass and shook her bare bottom, shaking the last drops from her crotch before standing up. Rising to her feet and pulling up her clothes, she looked down. The grass was covered in liquid, from the place where Kira was squatting to the bushes themselves. The puddle, already drying under the scorching sun, was huge. Kira's sandals were completely wet from her urine, but she wasn't upset at all, she was too happy about the relief. Feeling much better, Kira came out from behind the bushes with a smile on her face. Mom smiled too, turning around and looking at her daughter. "Are you feeling better now, my dear?" She asked as Kira crouched down next to her, going back to working in the ground. "Much better!" Kira answered, laughing. "I think peeing in the garden is a lot of fun, mom, what about you?" "I think so too, honey." Her mom said, continuing to work as if nothing had happened. Kira thought that next time she wouldn't have to go into the house just to pee. She would pee there, walking just a few steps away. It was a wonderful idea. P.S. Kira's shorts dried in the sun so quickly that she forgot they were wet 🙂
  2. The second chapter of 'When the Rain Falls.' Since I'm not sure how many people saw it (I don't know how this site works yet), I updated and finished the first chapter in its post. Check it out if you haven't. All further chapters will be released in whole. Now we get to see what our main character looks like. For those of you that didn't bother with the second part to chapter one, her name is Willow. Character Subject- Willow (POV), Emma Point of View- 1st Person (Female) Contents- Desperation, Peeing Genre- Fiction Chapter 2: Clear Skies I'm sitting in front of my black vanity station covered in bats and spiders, putting on my corpse paint with black eye liner, eye shadow and lip stick using the mirror. I'm wearing a long sleeved, black button up blouse with pink cuffs and undertones, and a layered, black, knee length skirt with some pink lace around the hem and ruffles. After finishing my makeup, I tie my pitch black hair into high pig tails using pink bands and wrap my black leather choker with a bat in the front center around my neck. I make sure not to forget to insert my fangs. They aren't your plastic, cheap knock offs. They're real dentures that are fitted for my dental profile. I can talk with them in my mouth without that stupid vampire lisp, and they're comfortable to wear. Well, more comfortable. They weren't cheap, but my reflected smile and sparkling light blue eyes shows how worth it the cost felt to me. I move over to my dresser to take out a pair of knee high socks, one a solid black, the other a solid pink, to cover the pale skin of my legs. Finally, I slip on my black leather Mary Janes with a pair of bat wings near the heel. I stand in front of my vanity mirror, posing with my arms over my waist, fingers clenched halfway like I'm aiming claws while bearing my 'fangs'. This creature of the night is ready to go out! I giggle to myself. If I was a real vampire, I wouldn't be able to see myself in the mirror like this. ...How do vampires get ready if they can't see their own reflection? I guess I'll leave that one to the scholars. I wander into the living room to see my wonderful wife sitting at the table, enjoying another glass of tea. Probably milk tea. That's her favorite. “Are you ready to go, love?” Emma asked as she seen me. “I am. You wanna finish your tea first?” “If you don't mind. Since your up, would you please grab me some biscuits? I'd like to enjoy them with my tea.” Emma said. “Sure.” I opened the cabinet and looked at the packages of cookies and biscuits within. My hand approached the biscuits, but recoiled as it neared them. Hold on... “When you say 'biscuits', you mean 'cookies', right?” “Mmm. You don't know? You think you would by now, given how long we've been together.” Emma sipped her tea. I glared over my shoulder at her. I know a way that I can't get this wrong. Picking up both the cookies and the biscuits, I chucked both of them at her. There! Emma didn't miss a beat, ducking and then resuming her posture in a flow of grace. “Would you mind not throwing things at me when I'm holding hot tea, love?” Emma opened the package of cookies and put a few on a plate. “Sure thing. As soon as you stop being so British.” I said, as I collected the packages to put back in the cabinet. “Hmm. I think I'd find such a task rather hard indeed.” Emma said. “...You limey bitch.” I sat down next to my wife, wrapping an arm around her. She giggled at my choice of words, leaning against me. “Don't use that word around other British people, love.” She whispered. “I know. But I doubt that I'll ever met anyone else that's British. So. Where are we headed today?” “There was this lovely garden that I was looking into as of late.” Emma said. Garden? I would LOVE to go to a garden! Even if they don't have any of the more morbid plants that I'd prefer, they're bound to have plenty of pretty flowers, neatly trimmed vines, and nice hedge work that might even be works of art themselves! But... I tense up a bit and look towards the floor. “...How about we go to an aquarium instead?” I said. “Oh? That sounds lovely. Though I know you'd prefer...” Emma began. “I insist. Let's go to an aquarium. The real big one. That has a food court and other stuff in it too.” I interrupted her. Emma smiled at me. That nice, soft smile... I can't help but smile back at her. Even if my mine is much worse. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then stood up. “Ok, love.” Emma placed her dishes in the sink. She turned to face me, holding an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. I linked my fingers with hers, feeling her warmth, and a little bit giddy. I know it's a bit silly, but I still really enjoy the small things like this. “Shall we head out?” I nodded. We exited our house, hand in hand, and made our way towards our car. And yet, an ambush lie in wait, in our own driveway. A scraggy, pale man waved at us, wearing baggy jeans and a tee-shirt. Despite the holey and patched look of his clothes, I'm glad that he doesn't have a stench. In fact, his skin and clothes look clean, so I guess he washes. His messy, matted, brown hair concealed his eyes, but not the thick bags beneath them. But not his hair though. Is he one of those guys that thinks rinsing it is enough? He stood hunched over, the flip flops he wore not hiding the untrimmed nails on his feet. Apparently, he has the foresight to cut his finger nails. Honestly! Who's this wishy-washy when it comes to personal hygiene? It would make more sense if he was a complete pigsty... even if that would be more unpleasant. “Hey, neighbors.” He lips curled into a wide, toothless smile. I wish he wouldn't do that... Also, I've never seen this... man... before. He must be more of a hermit then me. And that's saying something! I only ever go out with Emma. “Hello, Henry. How are you doing today?” Emma said. She knows him? “Yes.” Henry said, as if that was a normal reply. And Emma did not even flinch, acting like he responded with 'Fine, how are you?” “I'm doing quite well myself. We're on our way to an aquarium.” Emma said. “Why?” Henry tilted his head, confused. “I very much enjoy seeing all of the sea life. And Willow here is joining me today.” Emma said. Henry jumped back as if I appeared out of thin air. He scanned my body up and down. My skin crawled as I curled the fingers of my free hand and looked away. “Must be a friend.” Henry said. Yes, we're... friends. “I was wondering, where's your husband? I've never seen him.” ...Dude, we're literally holding hands! Did you not see that just now? “I don't have one, I'm afraid.” Emma said. Emma told me herself. Dicks feel nice inside of her, but girls are hotter. She may have only dated guys before me, but I know she only has eyes for me now. “I was worried about that. You see, I'm concerned about the fact that you don't have a man in your life.” Henry said. I tense up. Oh no... “Don't worry about me, Henry. I'll manage.” Emma said. “Are you sure? Without a stable income, you'll never be able to afford keeping up that nice house.” Henry said. “...I'm a botanist. And Emma's a marine biologist.” I said. “Exactly. With jobs like that, how could either of you afford that house? Even if you pooled your income.” Henry said. “We get by just fine, Henry.” Emma said. Our house WAS pretty expensive. But Emma found the money for it. It's even all paid off, so I don't know what he's getting at. “Still. You need a stable income from a real job. From a job that only men can have.” Henry said. My skin's starting to feel pretty warm right about now. “We're scientists.” I spat out, having some restraint. I don't know why though... “What good has science ever done for us?” Henry said. ...I could list so much. All of the tech he takes for granted, his phone, the internet, mass production of widely available food, water and shelter... stuff he wouldn't consider at all to be created by science. But let's hit harder then that. “The scientific team that I'm part of is currently cross breeding strains of rice. We're trying to make it more water resistant. That way, it can survive monsoon heavy areas in Asia, so they don't get wiped out and make people go hungry. And Emma here is part of a team working to save the coral reefs.” I said, a little bit smugly. But Henry only waved his arm. “Science is a fad that's on it's way out. Sure it's done some good for us.” Henry said. ...Some? “But I think that people are starting to catch on to how ridicules science really is. Look at medical science. People still die all the time, despite all of the supposed advances. These so called doctors know less then nothing.” I feel Emma squeeze my hand. Yeah, I get it. Arguing with this man is pointless. Even if I have the urge to... it's not like he'd listen. The air hangs still for a moment. Henry took this as a sign to move on. Probably thinks that since we didn't argue back, he must of won, so he's satisfied now. “I've told you how much you need a man in your life countless times, Emma. But you don't seem to listen. It's ok. I'll keep on it until you do. It's a thankless job, I know.” AHHHHH! And that damned, cursed, creepy ass smile again! “Is that all, Henry? We really need to get going.” Emma said. Of course. Polite to the bitter end, even in the face of this. It's kind of her curse. “Alright. Go on now. But give what I've said today some thought! I'd hook you up, but all the guys I know are neckbeards.” Henry waved an arm. Peas in a pod, huh? Emma pulled at my arm. I'm sure she's as uncomfortable with this as I am. We made it to our car, got in, and drove off. It's too bad we couldn't run that asshole over. “Henry sure is interesting, isn't he?” Emma said, wheel in hands. “Interesting? Sure, he's pretty interesting all right. About as interesting as a stomach cramp.” “That is a way to put it.” Emma said. “Is he always like that?” “I'm afraid that he is. But don't worry about that now, love. Let's focus on our visit to the aquarium now.” Emma said. “Your right. I can be bad at that.” “I know, love. I know.” Emma said. We arrived at the aquarium at a reasonable pace, instead of yesterday. I've heard about it before, but seeing it in person shocked me. Several large buildings and a garden. One could mistake it for a mall. Maybe it IS a mall, in part. We entered the lobby and I felt the cool, crisp AC. I notice the dense crowds of people immediately. Ha... really? I... never thought that so many people would be at an aquarium. I look at my feet, glancing up to check if anybodies nearby occasionally, really hoping nobody would notice me. Or at least, if they did, that they'd just leave me alone. It's easier at the movies... my clothes blend in with the dark room. But here? Out in the open in the light? I stick out like black dot on a white canvas. Please nobody see me... I feel Emma squeeze my hand. Trying to reassure me, I know. Just looking at her soft smile puts me at ease. At least a little bit. “I need to use the loo before we get started, love.” Emma said. Damn! She learned from her past mistake! I nod at her. We head to the ladies, and both use the a toilet, even though I don't really have to go now. Of course, I sit in the stall next to Emma and listen to her stream. A glorious hiss and echoing of the sound of liquid hitting liquid, for a good half a minute, at least. Nice. It could only be better if I could watch. God, would I love to watch her pee... I wonder how far her watersports fetish extends? I know she likes holding it, and she seemed to really like wetting herself, but we haven't discussed what else we like or any boundaries yet. We ought to get to that soon. I wonder if she's listening to me pee too? I look down at myself. I finished before her, even though I started after, my stream more of a trickle for a couple of seconds. I checked the panties around my knees. A cute little pair of white panties with black lace and bats flying around them. Yes, goth even to my underwear. Why not? After finishing, we both wipe, exit, and then wash our hands and leave, where we resume holding hands. And now we explore the aquarium. Tanks and pools filled with water. Lots and lots of fish. Crabs and mollusks. Ooo, and some underwater plants too! Seeing the happiness on Emma's face, the genuine smile that she can't suppress, felt more then good enough a reason to come here today. Sometimes, she'd see something she finds interesting and nerd out over it. It's super cute, even if I have no idea what she's talking about most of the time. Unless she starts talking about the underwater plants! That, I might now more then her about! A few hours of this fun passes. We make sure to keep hydrated, but don't drink a whole lot. “It's been fun, love. But why don't we go grab a bite to eat?” Emma suggested. “There's a food court here.” “Oh? There is?” Emma said, unable to hide her excitement. “Yeah.” I smile at her. She must have noticed, because she blanked her face again. “At least, it said so online.” “Shall we pay them a visit then?” Emma said. I nod. We located the food court with ease and found a table for us to sit down at. She ordered haddock with some fries and a bottle of water. For me, a fish salad with a soda. It's almost ironic that the aquarium's menu mostly consists of fish. “Of course you'd get the fish and chips.” I said as I ate. “I can't help what I like, love. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember you saying you liked fish and chips as well.” Emma said. “It's not a stereotype for me to like them. I'd have to eat burgers or something.” “Oh, I see. That fizzy drink must not mean anything then.” Emma said. I paused to think of an appropriate comeback. Having the best possible retort in mind, I respond. By sticking my tongue out at her. Emma giggled at me. “Are we hungry now, love?” Emma took one of her fries and aimed it at my head. “Open up, Willow.” I blush a bit, then open my mouth wide. Emma inserted the fry into my mouth so I could eat it. Disarmed, I drop my snarky comments and focus on eating. After finishing, we collect our trash and toss it in a bin. “Love, do you have any ideas on where to go next?” Emma said. I can feel my bladder filling slightly. Easily ignorable, and I probably would at home. Not even out of pleasure, but because I'd rather not stop what I'm doing. In public, I can be a bit paranoid though. I wanted to suggest we hit the ladies room before continuing. But, Emma had other ideas. “I have one. Let's go!” Emma turned around swiftly, showing me her back, and ran off ahead. I stood stunned for a moment. She giggled, looking over her shoulder at me. “Follow me, love!” A proper lady with bursts of seemingly uncharacteristic playfulness. That's my Emma for you. I fast walk to follow her, mostly because I plain hate running, or anything that gets me all grody and sweaty. Emma leads me out of the food court and the building entirely, remaining far away, but careful to stay within my sight. I step onto some trimmed grass, noticing the fountain in the center with stone fish facing and spitting streams of fluid towards each and back into the pool, surrounded by a circle of hedge work. Emma peeked her head around the corner of a large stone arc, the entrance to some much taller hedges. She smiled at me, giggling, and as I approached, she fled deeper into the garden. I was getting kinda tired of moving so quickly, not physically, but mentally, but I appreciate her playful spirit. As I ventured deeper, I can't help but get distracted by some of the hedge work. Beautiful and pristine, not a twig out of place. Marvelous. Satisfied to how far she drew me in, Emma stood with her arms behind her back, waiting for me to catch up with a mischievous smile. “You coulda just asked me to follow you.” I said as I neared her. “What's the fun in that, love?” Emma showed me her soft smile. She offered her hand again, and we locked fingers to explore the garden. “Besides. If I suggested it, you would have turned it down.” “I would have?” I asked. “Don't worry about that, love.” Emma said. I felt a tad confused, but dropped it. We explored the garden, and I admired the hedges. No special designs or anything, but I still really liked them. Part of me wondered why this aquarium even had a garden, but whatever. My urge to pee started to feel more real, but I pushed it down. I didn't see any other people for a while and felt much more at ease here. Alone with Emma in a garden. Hehe... the things we could get away with here... My thoughts starting turning more and more dirty with time. That's... not good. Is my bladder more full then it feels? It still feels pliable, full enough to tell me pee's in there, but not firm enough to tell me that I really gotta go. Maybe I'm more horny then normal because of Emma. Who knows. I go back to enjoying the hedges. I'm not seeing any flowers or designs. Weird garden. ...Garden? What kind of garden has hedges form corridors and walls... this isn't a garden. It's a maze. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?” “Yeah.” I nod. “I'm no good with mazes. I hope your paying attention, love.” Emma said. She knew, huh? “Mazes are easy. Let's see if they have any hidden things.” I said. “Oh? Do they tend to hide things in these mazes often?” “Only the good one's!” I said. I have to pee, but whatever. I can leave whenever I want. We transverse the maze some more, finding nothing of interest. The maze does incorporate loops and three and four way passages though, that's rare. I'm feeling real tension in my bladder now. I'm at the point where I'd stop whatever I'm doing in public to find a toilet. I really gotta go, but if Emma's having fun... and my bladder's still soft enough to have some room left in it. “What is it that your looking for in here, love?” Emma said. “Funny statues, hedge designs, trees... sometimes they hide goodies. I've even heard of these mazes hiding cash prizes. That's rare though. I don't think this maze has any of that.” “What a shame.” Emma said. I hope that she suggests we leave soon. I know that I can hold it, but the tension is only going to raise. And raise it did. My bladder started feeling stiff, standing straight up applied more pressure to it. I pressed my legs together when I could, sometimes shifting a bit in place. I... I have to pee so bad now... I should... I should ask to leave... but... that would mean... I would have to stop Emma's fun... “Are you quite all right, love? Your fidgeting.” “...I really gotta pee.” I blush and look away. As much as I made fun of her for upholding her proper lady routine when she had to go real bad, I understand. It's embarrassing if anyone knows... “Oh? Is that so. Let's find the exit then.” “...But! I don't wanna go if you don't wanna.” I said. “Love, I brought you here because I know how much you like gardens. This wasn't for me.” Emma said. ...What? I stood, slack jawed and stunned. “Besides. I... I need to wee as well. Though, I don't think I need to as badly as you do.” “Ok. Let's find our way out of here.” I said. “Lead the way, love.” Emma said. I did lead the way... but maybe I should not have. I... I had no idea what I was doing! No matter what, we only saw more and more hedge. I SWEAR we seen that particular swirl seven times by now! And what's with are of these looping intersections? AHHHHH! My bladder hurts... it's so full, it's throbbing. I'm hunched over a little, clenching my crotch at waves of pressure. I'm still dry, but I don't know for how long... anytime I stop to think, I'm swaying my hips back and forth and crossing my legs. I know that I can hold it for a little while longer, but... Worry replaced any amount of pleasure that I felt earlier. Glancing over at Emma, I don't see her in the same boat. She said she had to go... we drank about the same amount and we have comparable bladders... I think... it's not like we checked. ...We should check sometime. I shake my head. Focus, you stupid bitch! This should be easy! What's wrong with you? “Love, what's wrong? Are you delaying our exit on purpose? Hmm?” Emma giggled at me. One glance at my sour face told her what she needed to know, and she shifted to expressions of concern. “I wish... I have to pee so bad that I can't think straight. And... this is a pretty difficult maze to begin with! ...Weirdly for where it is.” “It's ok, Willow. Let's calm down and think for a moment. We can do this.” Emma said. Her words are always so soothing. She's right. Ok... let me relax and think... I felt a drip form in my panties and tensed up, clutching halfway down my skirt over my legs in my hands. “Are you alright, love?” “...I... I don't think I can concentrate right now.” I looked away. “...That's not good.” Emma said. Yeah, she's terrible with mazes... Oh God, she's terrible with mazes! “Let's keep trying. I'll... I'll get us out of here.” Yeah... about that... We kept going, still very lost. I need to keep my crotch tense to stop any further leakage. Still, a few more drops escaped to join the other. I'm pretty much always swaying if we're not moving, switching my crossed legs so much it looks like I'm hoping. My bladder feels like it's one solid object now, with barely any more room to squeeze even more pee into... but it has to! It... has to... for a little while longer, please... Looking at Emma, I can't see any signs of her having to go. Sure, she's pretty much unflinching, but... she lets go a little bit around me. “...Hey, you... how are you holding up?” I force out a mangled sentence while dancing on the spot. “I'm the one that should be asking you that, love. I need a loo, but I can wait.” Emma said. How? How is it that my bladder is so much fuller then hers? The only difference in what we drank was the soda... it was the soda! Caffeine, excess sugar, and salt make you pee. And guess what soda has all three off? “...Your enjoying this, aren't you?” I said. “I was. At first. But now, I'm worried about you.” “...I was the same way when it was you are the movies.” I said. “...Willow... I know you won't want to... but...” Emma eyes darted aside. “What is it?” I said, wincing while I battled a particularly fierce wave. “Why don't you wee out here?” Emma said. “You mean in this hedge maze? Right here?” My face burned bright red from the mere suggestion. I have never done anything like that before... what if somebody shows up? I know we've seen nobody since we got here... but... what if! It'd be JUST my luck too! “...I'd rather not if I can help it.” “Keep it in mind.” Emma said. It's almost weird for her to suggest it. But, I know she's willing to suggest other people do things that she'd never. The waves are getting stronger and stronger, and the gaps between them shorter and shorter. Another fierce one drives me to bend forwards, my knees weak. It lasts for so long, feeling like my bladder's crunching in on itself like a used bag. I clench as hard as I can, but still, a spurt escapes, turning my little wet drops into a big ol' patch. I cross my legs and clutch my crotch with both hands to prevent more damage. God, I don't want to wet these panties, they're so creepy cute and brand new... I'm stumbling forward with shaky steps, not noticing my breathing turning shallow. My bladder's taught like pulled rope, strands straining to pull a heavy weight. A few of those strands are tearing... My knees knock, and I lunge up and down repetitively while leaning and holding myself. It'd be embarrassing if somebody say me like this. SO embarrassing! Oh, I have to pee so bad... If I got out of this maze, would I even be able to make it to a toilet? My face burns at the thought. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and look up at a very concerned Emma. “Love, please...” Emma said. She's shifting a bit in place now. My inability to get us out of here is hurting her too now. I really hope this doesn't end up bad for her. I'm so stupid! I could have prevented this! This is all my fault... “I'm trying... I...” I said. Maybe I should let it happen... It'd hate it... it'd be humiliating. I'd cry. I'd cry a lot... But... then I could concentrate. For her. I can't... I'm sorry, Emma... I'm too selfish... We keep going. Not that I can make it far, doubled over, both hands wedged between my legs, and stepping forward one foot length at a time. It hurts so much... my stomach's cramping... I can't clench hard enough... some keeps trickling on out... drips... drops... spurts... It's full... it's full. It's so fucking full now! I stay glued in place, concentrating so hard just to stay dry, but a few more drops and a few more spurts escape. I'm not going to make it. It's useless to keep trying. Even if I made it out of this maze, I could never reach a toilet before my bladder decided it's had enough. “Willow.” Emma said sternly. “Your weeing here. Now.” I looked at her with more shock then anything. “I know you don't want to. But you have to. And I'll be here for you. I... I'll do it with you.” ...She will? I'm pretty sure that goes against everything a proper lady would do, but... I'm in no state to argue. I have... a couple more minutes left. Maybe ten, if I pushed it. But no more then that. I nod. Then, I realize something. “I-I've never...” It's hard to choke words out when your every breathe crushes your bladder. “It's ok. Follow my lead.” Emma said. ...Since when does she know how to do this? “Spread your legs about a foot apart.” I did, but boy did it feel like I was gonna lose it. Somehow, I didn't. “Pull your knickers down to your knees.” I looked up at her, sheepish, meeting a concerned, loving face. Ok, I can... Another spurt. No, more like, a stream trickling down the inside of one of my legs. Damn, I'm wearing knee high socks, that's gonna suck later... But for now, I pull my panties to my knees, returning my hands to my now bare crotch as quickly as I can, trying my hardest not to lose it all before it's safe. “Lift up your skirt, keeping the back held up, squat and let go.” I held up my skirt with one hand, but my bladder wasn't going to wait. It cramped, and another stream gushed out. I threw myself down, with Emma's help, and squatted. It would be hard to start, if my bladder wasn't trying to force itself empty already. A rushing stream of golden fluid sprayed out of my crotch as I sighed in relief, head pointed down, face burning red. The cascading liquid flowed forth, and it flowed, and it flowed, and... hurry up already! I don't think I'm even half done yet! And somebody could show up at any moment... But my urine gushed even more, forming waterfalls that never seemed to end, soaking the soil to saturation and leaving a small puddle atop. I know I was about to wet myself, but... Soon, I noticed Emma hiking her skirt up to reach under it. ...Was she serious about that? I can't even imagine her... But she did squat down, following her own advice to a T, facing right in front of me, our bent knees almost touching. She smiled nervous, a slight red tinge evident on her pale face. My eyes darted to her crotch, watching waves of her own urine usher forth with a sharp hiss, splashing an inch or so ahead then mine. I felt her fingers lock with my free hand. Without thinking, I leaned my head forward, and she copied me. And now, somehow, we ended up in this hedge maze, squatting, peeing, holding hands, and watching each other do it. It was... romantic, sexy, embarrassing, and nerve wracking. All at the same time! Normally, this is where Emma would tease me over staring, but, she's consumed by the moment too. Emma finished before me, even though I started after, still lasting about forty-five seconds. She let go of my hand to rummage in her purse as my stream died down to a trickle, and then the last few drops dripped out. I sighed again. God, that's so much better... My face feels so warm and red. “...Love?” Emma said, holding her hand at me with a wet wipe. You were prepared for this? Why? ...Ok, it's not hard to imagine her carrying those for other reasons... And she tends to have more forethought then me. “Thanks.” I whispered as I took the damp cloth and used it to wipe my crotch dry. Emma did the same to her own, with her own. She grabbed a Ziploc from her purse, took my wet wipe, and put both hers and mine in the bag to return to her purse sealed. My dirty mind went to the worst conclusion, but my rational mind knew she just didn't want to liter. We both stood up and redressed, glancing at each other with a mixture of embarrassment and naughty glee. “Is that better?” Emma flushed whatever she felt off of her face, returning to her gaze of stone in mere moments. She's... too good at that. “Yeah... and thanks...” I look at my feet. “...for making me do that... I woulda pissed myself otherwise.” “I'm not quite comfortable with that myself. I think that we both needed a little bit of encouragement.” “Yeah.” I smile. Emma held an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. With locked fingers, we made are way out of the maze in about ten minutes. I knew I could do it easily if I wasn't distracted! She discarded that Ziploc at the nearest trash can and faced me with a smirk. “Looooove? What's wrong? Would you like to go home now? You were staring back there. Are we a bit riled up now?” Emma said. “Yes please!” “Mmm. I'd quite like to play with a fish myself, love. Shall we head off?” Emma said. I nod. She leaned in to whisper. “And if your a good little girl, I might let your fish squirt.” And we headed back home, for yet more fun off the back of our newly shared fetish.
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    A new game by maestro Arabes. (description from https://seesaawiki.jp/shikkingames/d/Shikkin128DE) What is Shikkin128DE? The hero gets into the city that will be the venue on the day of a fireworks display. The only purpose is to take a picture of a girl who is so incontinent. That's why anyone who likes Shikkin will dream at least once at the fireworks display. The purpose of this game is to capture the incontinence scene with a photo. How to get started After downloading and unzipping, run Shikkin128DE.exe in the 128DE folder to start the game. How to play The purpose of this game is to control the main character and shoot the girls' wilderness, incontinence, and peeing held at the fireworks display. Game flow and growth factors When the game starts, time will flow from 18:00 to 22:00. Take a photo of the girl who sought to urinate in the toilets in and around the fireworks display in the northern part of the area. At 22:00, the title screen will return, so let's play again and again. There is no growth factor in this work, and all scenes can be shot from the beginning. Also, there is no ending. Operation explanation You can use a WASD + mouse or gamepad. Moving WASD L stick Viewpoint change Mouse R stick Menu TAB X / □ Shooting / decision SPACE B / 〇 Camera switching SHIFT L1 Zoom right Click R1 Fast forward CTRL R2 Targets and number of scenes Ria-chan 0 1 1 Moe-chan 1 1 1 Hikari-chan 2 0 2 Shiori-chan 1 0 1 Yuna-chan 1 1 1 Minori-chan 1 1 2 Others The save will be done automatically. The window size is variable, but the UI is created on the assumption that it is 4: 3, so if the screen display is corrupted, make it a size close to 4: 3. When you open the settings from the menu, you can set graphic settings such as how far to draw, inversion of input, sound volume, etc. Save data will be created as save data in the same folder as the game. The photos you take are saved in the savedata \ capture folder.
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  4. My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.
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    female Two ways to go

    From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    When there is no bathroom, you have only two choices
  6. Hi guys! This is my first post and I'm so excited. There's no desperation or wetting here, I just want to share with you a cute and beautiful piss in my garden. It was a good experience for me and I'd like to tell about it on this site. So, today I was holding at home, just because I wanted to have fun. I wasn't desperate, and I could have held it longer, but I was tired, and my bladder was already full, so I decided to relieve myself. I live in a private house, so I decided to go outside. It was about 10-15 degrees Celsius outside and I liked feeling this cold. We have a big garden and I like to pee there in the summer, just for fun. But this is my first experience of peeing outside when it's cold. So, I was excited. It was evening, and I saw a very beautiful sunset over the trees. The fallen yellow leaves on the ground were also beautiful. Despite the cold, I decided to take a walk, enjoying the view of the sunset and fall. It was so aesthetic and I liked it. While I was walking and looking at the beautiful sunset, my desperation became harder. In just a few minutes, I felt my bladder fill to its limit and I was forced to dance in place. It really became hard to hold it, and despite the fact that I still wanted to watch the sunset, and despite the cold, I had to find a place to urgently relieve myself. There was a slight problem with it. In the summer it didn't disturb me, because we have a lot of plants and bushes in the garden, behind the leaves of which none of the neighbors would be able to see me. But now, in late autumn, not a single leaf remains, and our entire garden is completely visible to our neighbors. I'm not worried about the neighbors seeing me, that's my secret fantasy. But while I live with my parents, unfortunately, I can’t afford it to myself. So, I couldn’t just sit down in the middle of the garden, I had to find a secluded corner between the greenhouse and the barn. It was narrow, but protected on both sides, and no one could see me. By that time, I needed to relieve myself so bad, I was jumping on the spot with impatience and felt that my cute pajama pants were about to get wet. So, I stood in the corner where I was going to do it and pulled off my soft, fluffy pink pajama pants with cotton black panties (which were already wet from drops that I couldn't hold back by that time). I felt the skin on my bare ass begin to prickle from the cold, and this only excited me more. I immediately squatted down over the pile of dry, blackened leaves on which I was standing and relieved myself, unable to hold it for a second longer. As soon as i squatted down, I heard my full urine flow hissing directly into the dry leaves, causing the sound to be muffled. I liked this sound so much. Because of the coat, I couldn't bend over to see my urine flow, although i usually like to look at it. But I enjoyed the sound and the feeling of relief that came immediately. I just hoped that I didn't get grandma's old shoes wet. I sighed loudly, feeling how pleasant and empty it became in my bladder, while I peed in the leaves with a powerful stream, lowering my pajama pants. I was happy to release a strong stream of urine after holding it in for a long time. It was especially pleasant to feel the contrast of the hot stream of urine against the cold air that touched my naked skin. The puddle of my piss quickly wetted a pile of leaves and flowed beyond them, flowing like a stream along the ground in front of me. But the best part was that I continued to look at the beautiful sunset before my eyes while i relieved myself. I squatted, pissed in the leaves and sighed with relief, without taking my eyes off the sky. A beautiful sunset sky, a fall garden aesthetic, cold air, and me, squatted and desperately peeing. That was perfect. I felt so good. Then I got up, joyful and with a feeling of great relief, and pulled up my pajama pants. I was looking at the sunset for a while, smiling, enjoying the moment, and then went into the house, leaving behind a pile of dry leaves wet from my hot urine on a cold night air. I hope I described everything accurately enough so that you can imagine this picture and enjoy it with me 🙂 It was too beautiful, I had to share this here. PS: forgive me for mistakes, English isn't my first language. PSS: I almost turned on while I was writing this 🙂 I attached a photo of the sunset I was looking at while I was peeing.
  7. Just a heads up, sorry this is a long read. If you still want to read, enjoy the story! Okay. So it's been quite a while since I've pushed my bladder to its limit, and really wanted to tonight. The only issue I had was that I couldn't wet myself tonight, and would have to use the toilet normally. So, I started holding at 23:00, grabbed a 500ml bottle of water, and made 1l of green & peppermint tea in a pot. Last time I drank it, it went straight through me and I had to pee myself on a walk because of it. I drank about 300ml of the tea every 25 mins so I wouldn't feel too full, and half of the water some time in between. By the time midnight rolled around, I'd drank about 850ml and was at about a 4/10. At 00:30, I was at about a 6/10 and decided to refill the teapot with another litre of water. By the time it was 01:00, I was at an 8/10 and had drank 1800ml, and could see my bladder bulging quite a bit. I then had an idea. Just because I can't wet myself, doesn't mean I have to use the toilet. What if I went into my garden, took all my clothes off (besides my oversized t-shirt), went onto my knees, and peed like that on the grass? When 01:20 came, I was at a 9/10. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold much longer, my bladder started throbbing, and that's only happened maybe 4 times in my life. To give me and my bladder some hope, I said to myself I'd hold until 01:45. I still drank the same rate I had been drinking, and after what felt like an eternity, 01:35 rolled around. I finished the last of the tea I was meant to, and had drank 2200ml. I decided to head outside now. I couldn't stop squeezing my legs together and using my hand to hold myself, but I had to make sure I was silent leaving my room and going outside. By some miracle, I made it to the garden door, quietly unlocked it, and headed outside. It was now 01:40. I still had to hold another 5 mins, but I was in the final stretch. I could hold in anyway that helped, pace around to ease the pressure, anything. I just had to last 5 more mins. 01:41, I sat down and leaned forward to try ease the pressure. It helped quite a bit. 01:42, I had to jam my hand into my groin to stop myself from leaking. 01:43, I start pacing frantically with my hand still in place. Come on, I'm almost there! 01:44, this one minute felt like a lifetime. I was pacing on the spot, pee dancing, my fingers were starting to hurt from how hard I was holding myself, but I had to make it. 01:45. I immediately pulled my pyjamas and underwear down, but still had to slowly walk over to a clear spot on the grass. Finally... sweet relief. I let the floodgates open. I made it. I was still standing because in my panic I forgot I was supposed to kneel, so I just let my legs give way while I was peeing. It hurt a bit and accidentally peed a lil bit on my legs, but the relief I felt was more than worth it for me to ignore the pain. I was sitting there, my t-shirt barely covering myself, letting all of that tea I drank earlier out of me into the grass. I've never felt relief like that before... After I realised I stopped peeing, I got up, wiped any grass (and pee) off my knees with a dirty towel, put my clothes back on, and laid in bed. It's been 45 mins since then, and I can say with confidence that's one of the best holds I've done in a long while. I don't know if it felt so good because I was so desperate, I was barely covered, or because I was outside instead of by the toilet, maybe it was all of those thing, but I'm absolutely gonna hold and end it like that again.
  8. Hi all! Today I want to share my experience of publicly peeing while on vacation this summer. 1. Beach. Peeing in public on a beach crowded with people has long been my fantasy. I love desperate peeing outside, especially if there is a possibility that someone will see you. It seems to me that the beach is the most ideal place possible for a person with a fetish like mine. But for a long time I didn't dare to try it. And so, this summer it happened. I didn’t prepare for this and didn’t think that I would do it on that beautiful sunny day. I was just on the beach and realized that I needed to relieve myself. I was too lazy to go to the toilet. The beach wasn't crowded, but there were still people nearby. However, I decided to do it. In fact, I could bring myself to desperate holding and only then desperately relieve myself, but at that moment I simply didn't want to hold it. I was too lazy and relaxed for this, and decided to pee, although the need wasn't urgent. I looked around and a great idea came to my mind. The descent to the beach had wooden steps with quite large gaps between them. There were a lot of people on the beach, but there was no one near these steps. I decided that I could pretend that I was just sitting on the steps and release my golden stream into the sand below them. I started executing my plan. I sat down on one of the lower steps and looked around. People around me saw me, but I was sure that the distance was enough so that they couldn't see what I was doing. It was safe for me. Next, I simply moved my trunks a little to the side with one hand, without pulling them down. Of course, it would have been more fun to get them wet, but it was cool that day and I didn't swim. So I decided to stay dry. As soon as I pulled the bottom of my swimsuit aside, and made sure to position my butt in the gap between the steps, using the steps as a toilet, my stream of urine immediately burst out. Even though my need wasn't severe, I felt relief immediately. I looked down between the steps and saw that my strong stream, falling into a hill of golden sand between the steps, formed a puddle. It was so good. But I liked not so much the feeling of relief as the fact that I looked at the unsuspecting people around me while my stream continued to wet the sand. It was my first experience of something so public and it was very exciting. The fact that any of them could come... But I especially remember one guy. It looks like he was a security guard on the beach. He stood closest to the steps, and seemed to be looking at me. I don't think he saw anything, but I remember him. I don't know, maybe I like the idea that he could see something quite... Perhaps he even smiled at me, or maybe I had already fantasized about it. When my flow finally dried up and I stood up from the steps with a sigh of relief, I discovered that the sand under the steps had become completely wet. The puddle I made was really big and it felt so good. But surprisingly, I discovered that the steps where I was sitting were completely dry, as was my swimsuit. My pressure was precise. 😉 Feeling a pleasant lightness in my empty bladder and the joy that I managed to empty it without going into cold water, on a beach crowded with people, and remain unnoticed, I walked back, smiling at that one guy. One of the best and most exciting experiences for me. I really regret not filming this on my phone. 2. Sauna. It was on the same vacation as the beach. My hotel had a good SPA with baths and saunas. Just like with the beach, I didn’t think it through in advance. I just realized I needed to relieve myself as I lay and relaxed in the hamam (Turkish sauna). Just like with the beach, the need wasn't urgent, I was just too lazy to leave the sauna to walk one minute to the toilet. And I didn't want my bladder to keep me from completely relaxing. In just a few seconds I realized that I didn't need the toilet because I could go right there in the sauna. It was a public place, but at that moment I was alone there. But at any second someone could come in, it was quite exciting. This time, unlike the beach, my swimsuit was completely wet, so I decided not to take it off. I decided to do it standing. I got up from the bench I was lying on and walked over to one of the holes in the floor where the water was flowing. I stood next to it and just... let my flow come out. Straight into my wet swimsuit. A stream of urine rushed down my legs, dripping onto the floor and immediately disappearing into the drain along with the other water on the floor. If there were security cameras in the sauna or someone walked in at that moment, they might not even realize what I was doing, since it could be mistaken for water dripping from my wet swimsuit. And yet it wasn't water 😁 I spread my legs wider, peeing while standing on the sauna floor and feeling the hot urine hitting the soaking wet fabric and then pouring out onto my legs. It was so good and it brought so much pleasure. Enjoying the feeling of an empty bladder, I took the shower head that people use to wash themselves in the sauna and washed myself with it (along with my swimsuit). I felt the pleasure that I relieved myself and could continue to relax, and for this I didn't even have to leave the sauna. It was good. What kind of stupid people interrupt their relax to pee? 😉 And the fact that it was a public place only added to the feelings. Afterwards, a wonderful thought came to me that I could not even get up from that bench, but just pee while lying on it, and then wash it with the same shower head. But, unfortunately, I was no longer there 😪 ...As you might have guessed, this was my best vacation (the first such experience). But I really hope that I will return to that place at least once more. I have a lot of plans for what to do there.😀 I hope you enjoyed this vacation with me.😉
  9. More blue archive characters. This time, due to the bathroom being unavailable, she has to pee outside.
  10. This is anju shiratori (blue hair), and nana hoshiaira (red hair) from the anime kiratto Pri-chan (Idol anime). Nana criticizes Anju about not being able to hold it even though she also succumbed to her bladder as well.
  11. Character from Blue archive dinks a lot due to the heat, and has to make a quick pit stop to pee as a result. Unfortunately, I don't remember where I found this photo as I've had it saved for a while now. Don't know who the artist is.
  12. The girl from Pokémon black and white (Hilda) needs to pee. A pesky purrloin almost makes her wet herself but she manages to get her shorts down and time. (touya is the japanese name of the male trainer hilbert)
  13. The girl from Pokémon black and white (Hilda) needs to pee. A pesky purrloin almost makes her wet herself but she manages to get her shorts down and time. (touya is the japanese name of the male trainer hilbert)
  14. It's hard being an adventurer as sometimes the nearest town with a bathroom is far away. You gotta do what you gotta do. Just posting this here so more people will see this. I love this image.
  15. View File Hotty pees in pink sexy panties Hotty pees herself Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 05/26/2023 Category Female  
  16. A tomboy is desperate to pee. but the teacher doesn't believe she's a girl. Since she can't use the girls toilet. she had to pee outside. Translated by me
  17. A tomboy is desperate to pee. but the teacher doesn't believe she's a girl. Since she can't use the girls toilet. she had to pee outside. Translated by me
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    female Bathroom break

    From the album: Monsters girls need to go

    Being a Centaur sucks sometimes, especially since you have to pee outside
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