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This is the 2nd Octo Expansion story i've made. The 1st can be found here: Pearl and Marina were sitting on a bench in the Deep Sea Metro waiting for the Metro to arrive. Pearl was looking back and forth at the clock on her phone and the rails of the Metro. "Ugh...How long to we have to wait till that arrives?!" Pearl whined. Marina took her eyes off her phone and looked around. The Duo of idols were currently inside the Deep Sea Metro. They were there to look for someone named "Agent 3". They've been looking around for an hour,But with no results. And right now,They've spend 15 minutes waiting for the Metro to arrive so that they can head to the next station. Luckily,They didn't have to wait much longer. As Marina could hear the sound of the Metro echoing. "Finally...." Pearl said as she got up from the bench. Upon getting up however,she felt a slight pain in her body. She pressed her thighs together and let out a small whine. Due to how hot it was outside of the Deep Sea Metro,Pearl had drank some soda from the Crust Bucket prior to entering the metro. Now she was starting to regret it,As her bladder was quickly filled in all the time she spent looking for Agent 3. "Pearlie,C'mon!" Pearl snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Marina motioning her to enter the train. Pearl took a deep breath and entered the metro with her Octo friend. The Metro started to move. Having some time to kill,Marina decided to pull out her laptop. Pearl placed a hand between her thighs and started shaking her legs while she was sitting. She looked everywhere while they were outside the Metro,But there didn't seem to be any bathrooms around. "So Pearl,In wich station do you think we should look for next?" Pearl looked aside and saw Marina showing her the laptop screen. "Ehh...This station." Pearl pointed at the station she was referring to. She scooted away from Marina and sighed. With no bathrooms in sight,her only option was to relieve herself outside in one of the stations. A few minutes passed and the idol duo final arrived at the station. Pearl got up and felt an even greater pain in her bladder than before. This caused her to quickly place her hands between her legs while Marina wasn't looking. Marina turned around,Causing Pearl to remove her hands while still pressing her thighs together. Marina looked at the small squid with a concerned expression as they exited the Metro. "What's up?" Pearl asked with a nervous smile. "Pearlie? Is everything okay?" Marina then took a few steps towards her friend. "You look a bit nervous." "Of course i'm okay!" Pearl winked and gave Marina a thumbs up. Marina had her doubts,but she decided to shrug it off. The two started walking around the station looking for any signs of agent 3. With each step Pearl took,She could feel all the soda she drank sloshing inside her. Pearl placed her hands between her legs and looked around. It seemed hiding spots were pretty scarce in this station. And she couldn't just Pee right here in the open. The duo continued to look around the station,But they still couldn't find Agent 3. "It doesn't like they're here either." Marina said as she looked left and right. "Well carp...." Pearl said as she fidgeted. A lot of minutes have passed while they were looking for the agent and pearl was very close to her limit. "Pearlie?" Pearl looked at Marina and saw her staring at her. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Marina asked as she seemed to notice Pearl's discomfort. "What? No way! I'm fine!" Pearl said as she placed her hands on her hips. "Pearlie...." All of the sudden,A loud Ring tone was heard. Pearl yelped and quickly placed a hand between her legs. She then stood upright and pulled out a Walkie-Talkie. "What's up? You're speaking to M.C. Princess! AKA the Baroness of Bars! AKA Foreign Poli-" Pearl stopped her sentence when she heard a loud cough coming from the walkie talkie. "Oh. Sup,Captain?" Pearl answered as she continued to fidget. "Any luck with finding Agent 3?" The old voice from the Walkie Talkie asked. "Nope." A loud sigh could be heard from the Walkie Talkie. "How are the tests going?" Pearl asked. "Everything is going well. Agent 8 has already managed to collect one of the Thangs." The old voice said. "Awesome. Well uhh,We'll let you know when we find agent 3 cap. Peace!" Pearl then let go off the Walkie Talkie button. She then put the Walkie Talkie away only to see Marina standing there tapping her feet. "What?" Pearl asked nervously. "Pearlie,You don't have to lie to me...Do you have to go to the bathroom?" Marina asked as she crossed her arms. "Well...Yes...But i can hold it till we get out of here!" Pearl said with a confident smile. Marina shook her head. "*Sigh* A'ight! Fine! I'm need to go very badly! I don't think i can hold it anymore!" Pearl blurted out and started doing a potty dance. Marina was surprised by the sudden outburst,But nodded. "Uhh...." Marina started looking around for a spot. "Oh! That seems like a good spot!" Pearl looked at where Marina was pointing and saw a car. "Isn't that one of those cars from the "Ride with me" station?" Marina nodded. "Yup. I don't think it's a problem if you go behind it." Pearl looked around and hesitated for a bit. She then ran towards the car and looked around one last time. "Go ahead,There's no one around." Marina said with a smile. Pearl lifted her hoodie and pulled down her shorts and panties. She then squatted down and exhaled. She then let out a small moan when a stream of Pink urine came out of her. "Ohhh......Ahhh...." Pearl said as she could feel the relief overwhelming her. She closed her eyes and relaxed as all the soda she's been holding escaped from her body. As she continued peeing,She could hear Marina taking some steps towards her. "Huh? Marina? What are you-" Marina then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties. She then squatted next to Pearl as a green stream jetted out of her. Marina let out a sigh. "Sorry...I didn't realize how badly I needed to go until just now....ahh..." Marina closed her eyes and let out another sigh. Pearl smiled and looked down as she could feel her stream weaken. A couple of drops then escape from Pearl. She then got up and pulled her shorts back up. "Remind me to never drink so much Soda before we go on a big search." Marina giggled as her stream weakened. She pulled up her pants and zipped them back up. "So then....Wich station should we look for next?" Pearl asked with a smile. The duo started walking while Marina pulled out her laptop to look for another station. Pearl was finally able to walk around with a confident smile now that she emptied her Ink Tank.

A couple nights ago, I messaged this girl I sometimes talk to online. I asked her what was up, and she informed me she was taking a bath. She immediately added the she was in the bath for a while now and needed to pee. This got my interest, which I'm sure was her point. I playfully told her to hold it, since she was in the bath. We kept talking for a bit until she got out of the bath. I made sure she didn't go after getting out. She went to her room and I told her to drink some water. She was obedient and messaged me a minute later with a picture of a full bottle of water. I teased her a bit, asking how bad she needed to go. She told me it was pretty bad but she could hold it a while. She then sent another picture, it was an empty bottle. We talked for a bit longer, about nothing in particular, with her occasionally mentioning she needed to go and how it was getting worse. To my surprise, she told me she drank more water even without me asking. She knew what I wanted though. She told me it was getting near desperate and if I'd let her go. I told her not yet. I requested she turn on her cam, and she did with no hesitation. I was able to watch her squirm a bit, her hand never leaving her crotch. She was bent over just slightly, not enough to draw attention if she was in public, but enough for me to see how bad it was. She asked me again if she could go, I said no. She then mentioned melting some snow outside, and I couldn't really say no to that. She put on some shoes and walked outside, still holding herself rather tightly. It was dark out but she had a porch light on. I told her to go, and with a bit of finagling she pulled down her sweatpants and leaned against a post. She pointed her phone right on her crotch and I waited. She had some trouble getting started, which was surprising given all the dancing and crotch holding, but when the first bit came out it was a nice steady stream of clear fluid, so clear it didn't leave any yellow snow behind. She sighed as she melted the snow beneath her. I asked her how it felt and she told me that it felt really go to finally go. Her breathing was a bit heavy. She went for a long time, 45 seconds at least, creating a large hole in the snow. After she was done she leaned against the post, sighing in relief. We talked a little bit about what just happened, and she surprised me by letting out another good 10 seconds of pee all a sudden. She pulled up just her underwear and pressed against her crotch, soaking up the remaining drops of pee. She mentioned wanting to masturbate outside, but we decided it would be better inside. She pull up her sweats and went back to her bedroom. I won't go too into too much detail on the next part, but let's say clothes came off again and she was very aroused. She masurbated for me, slowly as we talked. She finished, and a minute later complained about needing to pee again. I wasn't going to say no to watching her pee again, so I told her to go outside and make a bigger hole in the snow. She quickly got dressed and went outside. She pulled down her sweatpants, leaned against the post, and quickly started peeing again. The stream was thicker and made quite the sound as it came out. She had filled back up quite a bit, a good 25 seconds of pee coming out. After that she wiped herself with her panties again, pulled up her sweatpants, and went back inside. We talked a bit more and that's it. Abrupt ending but hey. ---- First off, wanna say that I'll be sharing your comments with her. She really would love to read them. It might motivate her to want to do this more often, which means more things we can share with you guys. Then again, we're going to do more omo play regardless. If you have suggestions, we're open to them. She loves doing what others enjoy. Of course if I use a suggestion I'll be sure to share it here. Hope you all enjoy!

View File Girl Gets Locked Out of the House and Pees ***NUDITY*** Description from C4S: Michele accidentally got locked out of her house, and the timing could not be any worse. She has to pee so bad. She bangs on the door and yells hoping someone is home to let her in. How could this happen? What is she suppose to do? After some deliberation and wetting her panties trying to hold it, she realizes there is only one thing she can do. She squats down and in front of the door. Now that she has relieved her self she can relax and wait for someone to let her in. File is in 4k, so it's pretty large. Submitter Lastomo Submitted 09/03/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies

Totally out the blue today I was driving and saw a guy peeing! it’s been a cold autumn day here with frost this morning. I had to drive somewhere and was on my return journey through small villages surrounded by countryside when it happened. It was around midday and I was in a single lane queue of traffic due to some temporary roadworks. As I was stationary I looked out my side window and saw a roadside worker with his luminous clothing including yellow waterproof trousers and jacket heading for a nearby tree. still not moving I watched as he attempted to ‘hide’ behind the tree despite the sides of his bright uniform clearly on show. his legs were slightly apart and although hidden it was obvious he was pissing. As the traffic eventually moved I watched him in my rear mirror as he came back walking towards were the roadworks were. for the rest of my day I have been wondering how long he wanted to go, how full he was to resort to that and how many other times he’s done it before.whatwould he do if working in more urban areas? I imagine peeing like he did must really have been a last resort but the cold weather must have made holding so much harder. very few road works that I know of have any access to bathrooms so I wonder how common it is for workers to find them self in this predicament?

Hey everyone, it's been a while since I've been active, so I thought I'd share an experience from a couple years ago. My writing has gone downhill over the past little while, but bear with me and maybe you'll still enjoy the story. So, I'm a dude, I was 28ish when this happened. I'm short, and at the time, I was pretty overweight unfortunately. I've recently lost a lot of weight, but that's a different story. So, I still live at home with my parents due to poor decisions right out of high school. No college for me, I helped put my ex through college, poor spending habits, then I finally went to college, and my parents are far too nice to let me stay home for so long. I'm really lucky, but I kind of hate living at home for so long all at the same time. Anyway, I still do what I can to help out around the house and pay for bills like electricity and stuff so that I'm not just a total freeloader. One day, my dad hacked down a tree that was right up against our house. It was causing some foundation issues and it was killing our siding, so we decided it had to go. My dad got the chainsaw and cut the tree into manageable pieces and just left the pile of wood right in the yard by the house. For days, this mutilated tree sat there, and my dad seemed to refuse to do anything about it. I kind of hate seeing the yard looking unkempt, so while my mom and dad were both at work, I decided to surprise them with a bit of yard work. I donned a pair of gym shorts, sandals, a T-shirt, and a hoodie, and then got to work. Right around the time that I did this, my heart had given me some issues, so I was trying to get healthier. I was chugging water like crazy all day and then all the while I was outside cleaning my dad's mess. I started right as the sun was setting (it was Autumn, so it was getting darker earlier), and wound up working well into the dark. I was almost done when I realized I had a pretty strong urge to pee. Earlier in the night, I felt like I could've relieved myself, but I was far too intent on moving this tree to a nearby brush pile. I probably hadn't noticed my increasingly desperate situation because I was lugging giant pieces of a tree onto a brush pile about fifty feet away, and I was really moving. I was pulling the last (and biggest branch) down through the yard when I felt a leak. As a dude, we don't really leak a lot (at least I don't), but for me, I just kind of hit a point where I start to go. Like, if I'm holding it for a long time, and I hit a certain point where my muscles just don't feel like holding on, I stop holding and I start peeing effortlessly. Well, that's what happened. I didn't want to completely soak my shorts, in fact, I hadn't even planned to wet myself in the first place. I was just so set on cleaning this damn tree, that peeing became a lot less important. By the time I dragged the last branch to the wood pile, I had leaked one more time. I dropped the tree and hunched over holding my dick in a handful of wet shorts and boxer briefs. I was ready to toss this branch to the top of the pile the best I could. Remembering some hammer-throwing and shotput stuff from high school track, I squatted down, grabbed onto the tree, and tried lifting with my legs to get it up into the air. Right at that moment, a nice stream of pee shot into my shorts and down my leg. I could tell my face was red, and I was pretty turned on by the idea of legitimately "accidentally" peeing myself. By this point, it was dark outside, so none of my neighbors could see me, so I just kept working with a huge wet spot on my shorts. After swinging part of the branch onto the pile, I stood for a second, caught my breath from throwing that giant hunk of wood, and relaxed my bladder a bit more. This time, I let a nice ten second stream of pee flow down my legs. The hiss of the stream hitting my shorts was hot, and the pee was nice and warm on this cool Fall night. I stopped the flow, and walked to my garage to put my tools away and feed our pet cat. The whole walk up to the garage was nothing but short streams of pee shooting into my shorts. By now, my boxer briefs and shorts were both dripping with pee, and my job was done. I went in to feed my cat, and I was still letting out spurts into my shorts. Finally, after I was all done with my job and feeding my cat, I got to the back porch, took off my shoes, socks, and shorts, and took them inside to throw them into the washer, and I got a shower, emptying the rest of my bladder in the bathtub. This was by far one of my favorite wetting experiences, even though it was fairly tame. There was no way anyone could see, and I was home alone, but it was still a lot of fun! I hope you enjoyed the story, I'll try to remember more and post them as soon as I can!

(I've seen some omo splatoon fanfics. But i've yet to see one involving the Octo Expansion. Wich is why I decided to make this.) The Deep Sea Metro....A subway system operated by Kamabo Co. Inside this train,Agent 8 was sitting down next to an old man. Agent 8,Along with everyone else who was inside the metro,Were trapped in this subway and need to pass some tests in order to reach the "promised land" as the conductor of the subway called it. Agent 8 was currently waiting for the metro to stop at their next text. While she was sitting down,Her was shaking one of her legs. She and the old man next to her were walking around for 15 minutes before they found the metro. And she just completed her first test wich took her about 2 minutes. During all that time,She hasn't had the chance to use the bathroom. She already asked the conductor of the train if there was a bathroom,But unfortunately for her the answer was no. "Is everything okay,Agent 8?" Agent 8 turned to the old man and created a fake smile. "I'm fine,Captain. I'm just feeling a bit nervous for my next test,that's all." Agent 8 then looked out of the window and saw the black void they were traveling through. "Test Subject 10.008?" Agent 8 turned around and saw the conductor of the train,C.Q. Cumber. "We'll be arriving at station A06 soon." Agent 8 sighed and got off the seat. She prayed there was some way she could relieve herself during the next text. She made her way to the Metro exit and waited for the Metro to stop. Once the Metro stopped,She stepped out and grabbed a blaster. She headed towards the entrance and payed the test fee. She then shot some ink in front of her and transformed into an Octopus to swim in it. As she was swimming in her ink whoever,she felt her bladder hurt even more. Agent 8 jumped out of the water and placed a hand on her crotch. She took a deep breath before she continued walking forward. To her horror however,There were a bunch of bounce pads in front of her. And no solid ground. Agent 8 needed to bounce on those pads to get to the other side,wich she was sure would make it difficult to hold it in. Seeing as she had to no the choice,She Jumped off the ramp and started bouncing on the pads. While she was bouncing forward and holding onto her crotch,she saw an Ink Piston. She bounced over the piston and landed on another bounce pad,wich she used to reach some solid ground. Once 8 landed on the solid ground,She quickly grabbed her crotch with both hands. She started fidgeting a bit until she felt the pain in her bladder disappear slightly. She shoot some ink forward with her blaster and transformed into her Octopus form. Whoever,she quickly transformed back into her humanoid form and placed her hands between her legs. being in her Octopus form made it more difficult for her to hold it. "Agent 8? Agent 8,Come in!" 8 yelped and felt a small spurt escape from her body. She grabbed her crotch again and answered her device. "W-What is it,Cap?" "How is the test going?" "It's going pretty well,Captain." 8 said as she fidgeted in place. "Good. Keep at it and we'll reach the promised land in no time!" Agent 8 laughed before ending the call and continuing the test. For the remainder off the test,Agent 8 had to bounce on multiple bounce pads and speed up by using dash tracks. Both of wich made it more difficult for Agent 8 to keep control of her bladder. She's been making her way through the station for a couple of minutes and her bladder got fuller and fuller each second. Another minute later,Agent 8 saw a launch pad in front of her. Agent 8 whined and transformed into an Octopus. She then launched herself towards the next section of the station. Upon landing however,Agent 8 crossed her legs and tightened her grip between her legs. She stood still for a few seconds while looking around. She saw the goal up ahead,But she once again saw multiple bounce pads. She whined as she was hopping in place. "(I'm reaching my limit! If I bounce one more time,I'm going to lose it!)" Agent 8 though to herself as she looked around. She then saw a bunch of crates close to a fence near the ledge of the platform she was standing on. "(Should i?)" 8 looked around to make sure nobody was watching. "(It's either there,Or my panties)" Agent 8 slowly made her way towards the crates and hid behind them. She was about to unzip her skirt when all of the sudden,a green ball of Ink struck her. She sudden attack made her lose control of her bladder for a split second,Allowing another spurt to escape. She crossed her legs and kept her hands between them while she was hopping in place. She looked up and saw two Octotroopers preparing to shoot at her. She grabbed her blaster and fired at them. Once of them got hit by a shot and exploded while the other fired another ball at 8. 8 transformed into an Octopus and swam out of the way. Just a second later however,she transported back into her humanoid form. She started bouncing on the spot with one hand on her crotch. She used the other hand to shoot at the Octotrooper. The Octotrooper was hit by the shoot and it exploded. 8 sighed and looked at the box she wanted to hide behind. The box was destroyed because of the Octotroopers. 8 groaned while she bounced on the spot. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching her. She let out a sigh and walked back to the spot where she was planning to pee. She took one more good look at her surroundings before unzipping her skirt and pulling down. As she was pulling it down,A couple of pink drops landed on her panties. 8 quickly squatted and looked around one last time before relaxing. After a few seconds of hesitating,she let out a stream of pink urine. She let out a relieved sigh as she saw looked at the slightly pink puddle that was being created below her. She kept relaxing and letting out what she's been holding. After a few seconds,Her stream weakened and disappeared. "(Ugh....There's nothing to wipe with...)" Agent 8 looked at her panties,wich had a wet,pink spot on them. She pulled them back up and shivered a bit before stepping away from the spot. She looked right in front of her and saw the platform with the goal on it. She then looked at the bounce pads and smiled. Now that she no longer had to deal with a full bladder,She jumped on the bounce pads until she reached the goal.

Kaithy,along with 3 other friends,were on a boat on their way to the Spawning Grounds for their Salmon Run Shift. While her friends were preparing their weapons,Kaithy was trying her hardest not to look at the ocean that surrounded her. Kaithy had a couple of soda cups from the Crust Bucket before working this shift. All that soda was slowly building up inside her bladder. "Yo,Kaith! We've arrived!" Kaithy got up from the seat and looked at the island in the distance. Kaithy placed a hand on her stomach and sighed. She then transformed into her squid form along with everyone else. All 4 squids then super jumped towards the Spawning grounds. The impact of the landing caused Kaithy to feel a bit of pain. She transformed back into her humanoid form and looked at the weapon she was holding,wich was a Splattershot Jr. There were 10 seconds before the first wave of salmonids came in,so she used that time to prepare herself. Her bladder wasn't that full right now,But she could still feel some pressure. She then heard a hoard and a bunch of splashes. "Kaith! Here they come!" Kaith looked at the water and saw a bunch of salmonids coming out of the water. She and her squad created a puddle of orange ink and started swimming towards the salmonids Unfortunately,being in squid form made it Kaithy feel more pressure in her bladder. She returned to her humanoid form and started shootings at salmonids. "Kaithy,There's a steelhead over there!" Kaithy turned around and saw a steelhead standing behind her. The Steelhead prepared to throw a bomb at Kaithy. She pulled out a Sting Ray and fied at the bomb,destroying both it and the Steelhead in the process. 3 Golden Eggs then appeared out of the Ink. "Nice Job!" The rest of Kaithy's squad swam up to the eggs and grabbed them. Kaithy followed her squad while keeping one hand on her groin. She could feel the pressure growing and all the ink and water around did not help her take her mind off of it. While she looked down and kept a hand on her bladder,a circle appeared around her. She yelped and jumped out of the way and a few seconds later,A Maw came out of the Ink. Kaithy landed and tried to regain control of her bladder. She then saw the Maw diving in it's ink and heading towards her. Once the circle was around her again,she dropped a Splat Bomb and swam away. The Maw swallowed the Splat Bomb and exploded,dropping 3 more golden Eggs. Kaithy grabbed one of the eggs while two members of her squad came in and grabbed the other two. After collecting a few more eggs,The timer reached 0 and the squad met the quota of golden eggs. Everyone except Kaithy Super Jumped back to the starting point. Kaithy took a deep breath and transformed into a squid. She then Super Jumped back to the Starting Point. She landed at the Point and felt a twinge in her bladder. She then reached for her new weapon,wich was a set of Splat dualies. "Looks like the tide will be high for the next wave." One of her Squad Members said. Kaithy looked at the water and saw it rising. While nobody was looking,She placed two hands between her legs and whinned. Her bladder was pretty full and the Rising water only reminded her of the fact that it would be even more full if she didn't relieve herself. The wave started and the rest of the squad swam away. Kaithy looked at her Dualies and sighed. "(if i roll too much...I might lose control...)" Kaithy started following her teammates but then saw a reticle appear below her. She looked above her and saw a bunch of missiles heading straight towards her. She rolled out of the way and dodged the missiles,But she had to stand still and regain control of her bladder afterwards. She looked away from her legs saw a Flyfish hovering in front of her. With an angry look on her face,She pulled out her 2nd and final stingray. She then fired at the flyfish cockpit and destroyed it,Causing it to drop some golden eggs. She grabbed one of the golden eggs and started running back and forth at the Egg Basket until she placed all of the Egg in it. She started running in place to lower the pressure of her bladder. All of the sudden,someone hit her and knocked her back a bit. The impact caused her to leak a little. She stopped anymore from coming out and looked behind here. She saw a bunch of Smallfry swimming towards her. She quickly shot the all of the Smallfry with her dualies. After 2 minutes of gathering Eggs and meeting the quota,Everyone Super Jumped back at the Starting Point. Upon landing,Kaithy let out another spurt. She quickly reverted back to her human form and placed her hands between her legs while wiggling in place. She then looked down and saw that the next weapon she had to use was a Charger. "(This is the Final Wave. But i'm at my limit! I need to go now!)" Kaithy's thoughs were interrupted when her vision became a bit blurry. She looked away from her legs and saw that the entire area was covered in fog. Once the wave started,Her team swam forward while she was slowly lagging behind with her hands between her legs. Knowing she had no choice but to relieve herself now,She started looking around for a hidden spot. She then saw a corner and headed towards it. She then looked around and panicked. "(With all this fog....Nobody will be able to see me..Right?)" She hesitated for a bit before reaching for the buttons of her overalls. She stopped when she heard someone swimming towards her. The squid jumped out of the puddle and reverted to his humanoid form. "Kaithy? What's going on? Did you find a Golden Egg around here?" Kaithy whinned and started fidgeting even more. "Are you okay?" Her friend asked. "N-No! I have to pee! I have to pee so badly!" Her friend stepped back and looked around. "Can't you wait for the wave to end?" "No! I'm at my limit!" Kaithy said while hopping. The boy looked around and blushed. "Do you want me to uhh...Keep an eye out for salmonids?" Kaithy blushed for a bit and slowly nodded. Her friend then prepared his weapon while Kaithy started unbuttoning her overalls. She then squatted and a second latter,a stream of orange urine jetted out of her. Kaithy moaned a bit,Causing her friend to blush a little. He then looked in front of him and saw some Salmonids approaching him. He started shooting at them while Kaithy continued to relieve herself. After what seemed like 20 seconds,Her stream weakened. "(*Sigh* There's nothing to wipe with...)" Kaith stood straight up and pulled up Her overalls to button it up. She then heard a splash next to her. She turned around and saw 3 golden eggs there. She grabbed one while her friend reached out for another. "H-Hey...." Her friend looked at her. "Please don't tell anybody about this...." Her friend nodded and swam away. Kaithy looked at where peed and her puddle was barely visible due to the fog and all the ink around it. She sighed and transformed into a squid. Now being able to swim without feeling any pressure.

ABOUT THIS BLOG Hi guys, I'm really searching high and low to find videos of slightly chubby redheads peeing outside, so I figured I would put the question out there to see which of you lovely people could help with the quest

Okay I know this isn't omo as such but I wanted to share it anyway. So I got home from work and there was a thunderstorm. It was almost pitch black outside and rain was thundering down. I hadn't gone to the bathroom all day at work and had been drinking tea. I waited until my family was away then decided I'd do it in the garden for a bit of fun. I figured I'd get away with it as it was already raining. My neighbours have a view of my garden so I had to be discreet. I started by taking my underwear off and sitting on the back step (I wear a skirt). I then peed a little onto the path. I then stood up, stood with my legs apart a little and peed onto the grass. It felt so good! I then went over to some dirt and squatted down near to my cat, pretending to pet her (in case the neighbours looked!) And peed into the dirt. I let out most of my pee there. I really wanted to do a standing pee on the fence or a distance pee (I can pee standing) but the neighbours might've seen me. I stood up and let out the rest of my pee, standing on the grass. I really want to try standing and peeing outside properly, though. I can aim and piss standing into a toilet. I'd love to try it on a wall or a tree sometime like a real dude ;).

I am glad to have time this Saturday to play with my OMO fetish. I got super hydrated this AM and decided a hold and video was on my agenda. At start of video, I am seen with pee dance and just a minute or less before I give in to the urge. Wearing a white thong that become mostly see through as pee starts - so caution to anyone who dislikes male anatomy showing (partly). Hope someone enjoys this. I accidentally hit wrong phone button so the video cuts off, but I flipped video back on rapidly for finishing to completion - will post if enough positive response. Also, I definitely couldn't empty bladder and have intent to do more fun in hour or so. IMG_3870.m4v

View File Swimsuit Wetting Outside at Pool Having fun by the pool but when you gotta go, you gotta go. From our post, we had a request for swimsuits and we want to deliver the scenes you want to see. Any more requests, just let us know! Submitter YukiTana Submitted 06/26/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing

There's not a lot to see, it's a brief shot but it's there for those interested at 26min 10 seconds also, earlier in the episode, a male guard pisses himself off camera whilst only wearing underwear.

View File Fireworks festival behind the bathroom I've been searching for these JAV for about a year now. A major annual fireworks festival, where one lovely young lady after another waits desperately in line for the bathrooms before deciding she can't hold it and lifts her colorful yukata to relieve herself on the ground instead. Mediocre quality since I found them on a streaming site and so blatantly staged that it's occasionally a bit difficult to ignore, but the premise is nice. Submitter EnragedFilia Submitted 05/05/2017 Category Female Wetting

The chime of a phone alarm woke Isabelle Wilkins painfully early one August morning. She startled awake, retreated into the covers for a minute, but perked up as soon as she remembered why she was up so early. Today was launch day. Within ten minutes she browned a bagel in the toaster and then headed into the bathroom, where she showered and used the toilet. She dressed in light clothes and then stepped out of the small apartment onto brown grass. It stretched in every direction, occasionally interrupted by dead trees and oil wells. The apartment and its surroundings weren’t amazing, but Isabelle didn’t care, because it was temporary housing for the employees of Total Orbit, one of the newest startups fighting for a slice of the commercial space pie. The company could have made her sleep in a tumbleweed patch and she wouldn’t have cared. She loved her job, and to be just four years out of college and hold the title of propulsion engineer at an aerospace company on the verge of striking it big was a major bit of good luck for her. The door of the next apartment over opened and a woman about Isabelle’s age stepped out. “Good morning, Izzy,” she said. “Morning, Gloria,” Isabelle replied. Gloria Ortiz had been hired by Total Orbit at the same time as Isabelle; she was an electrical engineer responsible for the rocket’s guidance system and avionics. They’d been fast friends since their first day on the job, and on weekends they often drove out to Roswell or El Paso together to escape the crushing boredom of the Permian Basin oil country. Now they were carpooling to the Total Orbit launch site, tucked in between oil fields near the border with New Mexico. “The social media rocket nerds are already awake,” Gloria reported. “They’re saying that this is our chance to prove ourselves as a legitimate rocket company. They’re also saying that if this launch goes wrong we’ll probably go bankrupt.” “Does that bother you?” “Only because they’re right,” Gloria admitted. “They’ve also mentioned one record we’re likely to set: We won’t be the first company to launch a rocket, land a rocket stage, or put a payload in orbit.” “Damn SpaceX,” Isabelle muttered. “But we will be the first one to launch an orbital rocket from an inland spaceport,” Gloria pointed out. That made sense: Every other commercial rocket so far had launched from either Vandenberg Space Force Base in California or Cape Canaveral in Florida, with their trajectories taking them out over ocean during the flight. However, neither the state government or the FAA apparently cared about range safety anymore, so they’d approved Total Orbit’s license to build a spaceport in the middle of the prairie. Most of the engineers were worried about whether such a decision was safe, and with good reason: Rockets launching towards the southeast would thread the needle between Corpus Christi and San Antonio, and even ignoring the larger cities there were still a hundred different oil towns and farming communities that would be devastated if a rocket fell on them, literally out of the blue. It was for good reason that rockets didn’t normally fly over populated areas. With so much at stake for this launch, Gloria and Isabelle couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. … As Isabelle stepped onto the launch tower, she took a moment to savor the experience. Beside her, Gloria was doing the same. Even at this early hour, with the first traces of sunlight barely visible on the horizon, dozens of workers wearing coveralls and work boots were already rushing back and forth with checklists and tools, tending to the rocket. Here on the first level of the tower, a few thick hoses were suspended overhead. They ran to an access arm accessible by a catwalk to supply the rocket with kerosene and liquid oxygen. Vapor leaked from the liquid oxygen line at its interface with the rocket, and the mist swirling around the five engines at the bottom of the vehicle created a tantalizing sight that stirred something deep within Isabelle’s soul that lusted after the technological marvel of the science fiction scene before her. Her stupor was interrupted by heavy footsteps behind her, followed by a hard slap on the back. “Howdy, Izzy!” a deep voice called. “You ready to light this candle?” Isabelle turned around. Ruben Connor, Total Orbit’s 30-year-old launchpad safety officer, was 6’2” of Texan swagger and bravado and a commanding force on the launch tower. He’d added his own belt buckle to his coveralls, and Isabelle imagined that he’d also wear a ten-gallon cowboy hat if he could – but Ruben took his job seriously, and if he found anybody without their protective equipment on launch day he’d kick their ass back to El Paso. “Glad you’re in a good mood, Ruben,” she replied. “How’s the rocket?” “She’s a beauty, all right! One little hitch – we’ve got an electrical issue in the second-stage avionics module. Can you mosey up there and take a look at it, Gloria?” “Roger,” Gloria said. “Take it easy, you two.” As Gloria turned towards the stairs, Isabelle and Ruben headed towards the rocket. They joined the rest of the propulsion engineers checking the fuel lines and turbopumps; their job was one of the most dangerous launch day tasks, so Reuben was there to look over their shoulder for the entire morning. As they worked, Ruben reminded the crew to take frequent water breaks. Isabelle welcomed the interruptions, and by the time the engine inspection was finished she’d worked her way through most of her water supply. I should really pace myself, she thought – as a safety measure, the launchpad water was turned off early on launch day (except for the fire suppression systems, of course), and with the mounting heat she couldn’t trust the water jugs that had been placed on each level of the tower to last very long either. There might not be any refills. The other consequences of drinking so much water didn’t even cross her mind as she started up the stairs with the rest of her team to inspect the second stage engines. … Four levels up, Gloria stared at the laptop with narrowed eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” “Problem?” a technician asked. “Sustainer inertial guidance cannot initiate ground reference frame,” she hissed, reading the error on her screen. “English, please?” “The rocket needs to know where it is during flight,” Gloria explained, exasperated. “The avionics starts off with an exact definition of its position and attitude at launch, and then it updates its position based on accelerometer data – but it can’t get the initial position lock from our ground station!” “What should I do?” “Call a maintenance crew and tell them to start examining the entire length of the DS-12 data transmission cable, which goes from here to four antenna arrays a mile away from the launchpad. A break somewhere in that line is the most likely cause of the issue I’m seeing. Go!” The technician scurried off as Ruben and the propulsion team arrived at the upper level of the tower. “How’s it going, Gloria?” Isabelle asked. “Real fucking bad. The guidance system isn’t working and we need to send a crew out to examine a remote transmission station.” “How long will it take to lick this?” Ruben asked. “I don’t know. Maybe ten minutes, maybe four hours. If it takes too long I’m worried we’ll need to scrub.” “We’re launching a dummy payload so we don’t have any kind of launch window to hit,” Ruben said. “I’ll give the FAA a holler and see if we can’t extend our no-fly-zone through this afternoon. Until then, you can get your team working on the propulsion inspection, Izzy.” “Actually,” Izzy said, “second-stage engine checks require guidance data to run, since we need to make sure the thrust vectoring will respond to changes in upper-atmosphere winds. I can’t finish that until Gloria works out the avionics issue.” Ruben thought for a minute. “In that case, I’ll tell everybody who’s finished their jobs to get off the launch tower; avionics and propulsion will need to wait until we can get that cable working. I’ll try and get the FAA on the horn in the meantime.” … With Ruben gone and no work to do, Gloria and Isabelle both had their first real moments of rest since waking up early that morning. They sat in the shade and gazed out at the plains; from their vantage point they could see thousands of oil wells and the dirt road marking the border between Texas and New Mexico. With nothing else to occupy their time, they talked idly and let their minds wander, trying not to think about the massive tanks of high-pressure kerosene and oxygen barely ten feet away from them. One thing that Isabelle realized, without any work to focus on, is that she had to pee surprisingly badly. That was no surprise; it had been over four hours since her last bathroom break, and she’d had a lot to drink since then. She’d sweated a lot of water out in the daytime heat – but since they’d been working since morning, it hadn’t been warm enough to prevent a large amount of fluid from travelling down to her bladder. Isabelle stood up. “Where are you going?” Gloria asked. “Bathroom.” “You know the launchpad water’s already been turned off, right? It’s probably not a pretty sight in there.” “Well, I have to go,” Isabelle said, and went off – and then returned a minute later, a pained expression on her face. “You’re right. It’s awful.” “I have to go, too,” Gloria said. “What are we going to do?” “Suck it up and use the bathroom?” “Do you really want to do that?” Isabelle sat back down on the floor next to Gloria and pulled her knees to her chest. “No.” “Well, then we wait.” The walkie-talkie on Gloria’s belt crackled and she answered. Isabelle listened to a few minutes of her one-sided conversation, shifting her legs into a new position every few seconds. By the time Gloria got off the radio, it was clear that waiting wasn’t going to be an option. “Who was that?” Isabelle asked. “The cable maintenance team. They’ve located the break and they should have it fixed in an hour.” “An hour? That’s too long? I mean, after they fix it, you and I still need to run our inspections.” “I know,” Gloria said, and fell silent. Two technicians walked by them then, talking in Texas drawl. Gloria identified them as local labor, hired off the oil rigs in the Permian basin to work on simple launch support activities where physical endurance was more important than engineering know-how. The two men walked over to the edge of the launch tower, stood at the railing, and unzipped the trousers of their coveralls. Isabelle gaped. “Are they-” Her question was answered when she saw two golden, shimmering streams fall between their legs and descend to the unseen ground below. “Fucking rig workers,” Gloria grumbled. “These are the kinds of workers you get when you hire cheap from the energy companies.” Over at the railing, the workers were laughing a bit. One of them turned slightly, his stream intersecting that of the man next to him. A brief swordfight resulted, along with more laughing and shouting. Isabelle watched, equal parts curious and disgusted, as the workers shook themselves off and zipped their coveralls back up before walking away. “Screw this,” Gloria said, and stood up. “Come on, Izzy, we’re finding someplace to piss.” “You mean… we’re going to pee off the tower?” “Are you kidding? That’s just asking for trouble and wet socks. I mean let’s find somewhere secluded around here where we can look out for each other and take turns.” Gloria looked at Isabelle’s shocked expression. “Oh, come on. We can’t hold it forever. Unless you want to go into that awful bathroom, this is our best bet.” “But- the launch tower- the equipment-” “Is designed to withstand rainfall,” Gloria said. “If you leave a puddle, nobody will leave the difference. Besides, the water bottle I brought has a wide neck, and I’m hoping I can just go in that.” “My bottle… doesn’t,” Isabelle said. “Well, you’ll just have to rough it, then.” … Gloria crept into the narrow gap between a storage locker and the launch tower’s elevator shaft. “I’ll go first since I don’t want to have to stand in your puddle,” she told Isabelle, who nodded reluctantly while bouncing on her toes slightly. “Hand me my water bottle.” Isabelle did as instructed and turned around, embarrassment creeping into her expression. Behind her, Gloria started unfastening her coveralls, and she heard Velcro straps being opened and zippers being lowered. After a few moments of effort, the coveralls were off, and she handed them to Isabelle, who took them with a worried look. Gloria was still fully clothed in light athletic wear, but in the context of launchpad operations, she was practically naked. “Relax,” Gloria said, seeing the look on Isabelle’s face. “Full protective gear is only necessary during fuel loading and inspections.” “Hurry up, then,” Isabelle said, and turned back around. Gloria unscrewed the top of the bottle and set it next to her. Then she gripped the waistband of her shorts and took a quick glance around, reminding herself that the launch tower was nearly abandoned, and that they hadn’t seen anybody walk by for over ten minutes. With a quick flourish, the shorts and underwear were down, and Gloria was left in the unusual position of being half-naked right next to a multimillion-dollar rocket. She spread her legs, held the bottle against herself, and waited. And waited. She had to go quite badly, but she couldn’t relax. Gloria closed her eyes and focused. Waterfalls, garden sprinklers, thunderstorms, fire hoses- A brief spurt shot into the bottle. Gloria felt herself relaxing, and felt that within a few seconds she’d be peeing full force. “Hurry up!” Isabelle whined, and Gloria tensed up again. “I can’t do it standing,” she said. “It feels too weird.” Gloria crouched down and placed her back against the wall, waddling forward a bit so that her weight was supported by her shoulder blades and there was a few inches of clearance between the wall and her ass. Then she picked up the bottle and let go. Isabelle heard a powerful stream strike the plastic bottle, as well as a loud hiss and a sigh from Gloria. “This feels way better,” she said. “Just like I’m pissing in the dirt outside.” After a few seconds, the noise changed from a stream spattering against plastic to a stream hitting liquid, which Isabelle didn’t appreciate one bit. She tried not to squirm or reveal how desperate she felt, but she wholeheartedly wished that Gloria would hurry up and let her have her turn. Instead, the better part of a minute passed before Isabelle heard the stream start to taper off. She turned around to trade places with Gloria – a bit too eagerly, since her friend still had her underwear around her knees and a bottle filled nearly to the brim pressed against a sensitive area. “Oh my God!” Isabelle gasped. Gloria scoffed. “It’s fine. Here, hold this while I get my clothes back on.” She handed the bottle to Isabelle, who was too stunned to say anything. The bottle was warm, but to Isabelle’s relief the outside wasn’t wet; apparently Gloria had good aim. “Okay, your turn.” Gloria had stepped out of the alcove and was zipping her coveralls back up. Isabelle eagerly stepped past her and started tearing at her garments, disrobing with a haste that was spurred by the pressure she felt in her bladder. The last time she’d had to go this badly was during a thermodynamics exam during her college years. She’d sustained an uninterrupted night of cramming before the exam with a steady supply of caffeine-loaded drinks, some of which still hadn’t left her system when she sat down in the lecture hall. By the time she’d answered the last question, her legs were twisted into a pretzel and she had a hand buried in her crotch. The bathroom outside the lecture hall was full, so with stiff legs she’d speed-walked into a service alley behind the building and dampened the concrete with a clear stream that lasted close to a minute. That exam was the last time Isabelle had peed outside of a bathroom, but by now the overwhelming desire for relief had quashed her qualms over popping a squat on the launch tower. Moving quickly, Isabelle her pants down and set herself into a low squat with her knees close to her chest. She set her left hand down behind her to support her weight as she leaned back slightly and pulled her clothes out of the splash zone with the right hand. Then she released. The stream shot out remarkably far, splashing against the steel floor just beyond Isabelle’s ankles. It was a pale shade of yellow, and she briefly felt proud that she’d managed to keep herself well-hydrated on such a warm day. Then she spread her legs slightly, because the puddle was growing fast. As her stream went on, the sound of urine striking metal became louder and louder, and Isabelle started to worry that she’d be discovered in her compromised position by a curious engineer. But Gloria was still there to stand guard, and the knowledge let Isabelle focus on keeping the last few drops clear of her feet as the stream diminished. Within a minute she was finished, and she pulled her pants up as she rose from the squat. Gloria turned and looked down at Isabelle’s puddle. “You really had to go, huh?” Isabelle blushed and didn’t say anything. “Bet that felt real good,” Gloria said, and then handed Isabelle her jumpsuit. Just as she finished putting it back on, she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. “It’s Ruben!” she gasped, keeping her voice down. “Hurry!” She and Gloria darted away from the puddle, grabbed a random checklist from a workbench, and made a show of reading it intently as Ruben rounded the corner from the stairwell. “I’m tellin’ you guys,” he bellowed, “those FAA sons-of-bitches take their sweet time answering the phone! We’ve got our launch clearance extended, so let’s hope those fellers we’ve got checking out the cable can get their hogs together and get us a launch soon, because I’m dying for a piss.” Isabelle nervously eyed the corner where she’d relieved herself, but Gloria responded calmly. “We can turn around it you want to go over to the railing,” she said. Ruben grinned and started walking towards the railing. “All right – no peeking, you two!” Gloria and Isabelle turned around as he unzipped his coveralls. The way they’d been designed, it would be much easier for him to relieve himself than it had been for the two women waiting with their backs politely turned. All he had to do was lower the crotch zipper and pull out his manhood. The stream took over a second to reach the ground from Ruben’s position near the top of the launch tower. He leaned back slightly and tried going for distance; he couldn’t see exactly where his impact point was on the ground far below, but he’d definitely set a personal record. With his bladder still feeling quite full, he then tried to trace the outline of Texas in the dirt. Unfortunately, the stream split into a spray of droplets as it fell, which was no good for drawing anything. Ruben’s stream trailed off around twenty seconds later, and he shook himself off and zipped up before turning back to face the rocket. “Whoo-ee! That feels good!” he shouted to Isabelle and Gloria. “Either of you need to take a leak?” Isabelle and Gloria looked at each other and held the gaze for a moment. Isabelle raised her eyebrows, and Gloria rolled her eyes slightly. “No,” Gloria said carefully. “We don’t need to go now.” Epilogue “T-minus thirty seconds.” Fifty pairs of eyes watched the displays in the Total Orbit launch control room. Twenty engineers sat at workstations down on the floor, and thirty more stood in the observation room overlooking the control center. There were three screens at the front of the room; one showed tracking and guidance data, another had altitude and velocity readouts, and the third – the one that most of the spectators were looking at – showed a live picture of the rocket. Neither Gloria nor Isabelle had been selected for a flight controller role today, so they stood side by side in the observation room, eyes glued to the screen as the announcer began the countdown. “T-minus ten, nine, eight…” Isabelle bit her lip. There were a million ways that the engines on the first stage could malfunction and destroy the entire vehicle. The launch was the moment of truth, when she’d finally find out if her work would send the rocket to orbit or careening into the West Texas dirt. “Seven, six, five, four…” As the main engines ignited and steam started billowing from the rocket, Isabelle gasped. She grabbed onto Gloria’s arm with both hands, her nerves having got the best of her. “Three, two, one, liftoff!” The hold-down bolts released and the rocket sprang up from the launchpad, accelerating at over 3 g’s. It soared into a cloudless sky, leaving behind only the white vapor trail of the four main engines as it started rolling over and picking up downrange velocity. “Vehicle is supersonic.” Some of the engineers in the control room, the ones who’d worked on the rocket’s aerodynamic simulations, relaxed. With the rocket supersonic, it had passed the point in the flight where it was exposed to maximum aerodynamic loading, and the airframe would be able to stand up to the rest of the flight with ease. “Passing Mach 5. All systems nominal.” By now the rocket was just a faint point of light traveling south in the sky. Even the best ground-based cameras could only make out the blurry vapor trail of the main engines as it climbed out of the lower atmosphere. “Passing Mach 8. Contingency abort modes now available.” Contingency abort was a euphemism for explosion. The rocket had picked up enough velocity that, in the event of a major malfunction, the debris would keep travelling downrange and fall harmlessly into the Gulf of Mexico. Isabelle let out a sigh of relief; her greatest worry so far during the flight was that some catastrophe would happen as the rocket passed over San Antonio. “Booster cutoff in three, two, one, mark. Cutoff and separation.” The first stage, high in the upper atmosphere, separated from the rest of the vehicle and began a slow pirouette under the power of reaction-control jets. It would turn around and burn off the last of its fuel to land near Corpus Christi, using technology that SpaceX had developed and that every rocketry startup had used since. “Sustainer ignition.” The second stage engine lit up. Isabelle finally relaxed a bit; now that the engine was running, it was unlikely to fail during its five-minute orbital insertion burn. The rocket was also staying true along its planned velocity vector, so it looked like Gloria’s work held up too. The view from the onboard camera showed the Gulf Coast and a few strings of clouds slowly rolling by beneath the rocket. Looking at the video, it was hard to tell that the rocket was moving twenty times faster than the speed of sound. The only thing that was clear from the transmission was that the rocket had long ago left the atmosphere behind and was steadily accelerating towards orbital velocity. “Sustainer shutdown in three, two, one… shutdown. Residuals nominal.” The control room erupted in cheering. They’d made orbit! Gloria grinned wildly and gripped Isabelle by the shoulders as both of them started laughing joyously. Their exhalation at their accomplishment was only matched by the relief of having a successful launch behind them, with no more need to fret about engines that wouldn’t ignite or tracking systems that would send the rocket spinning out of control. “Kiss me, Izzy,” Gloria said. Isabelle thought that sounded like a good idea, so she did. She was right. It was a good idea.

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The other day, I drove to pick some folks up from an airport. It was a short drive. Nonetheless, it was long enough. I had to pee 40 minutes into my campaign but thought I would survive the trip to my destination. Now, at the airport, I go to the short-term parking lots. It was super far away. There is no world where I can find a parking space and book it into the airport washroom. No way I can make it. I park. I'm on the 5th floor in a parking garage and feel myself trickle a little. Never have I leaked in my life. It was too much. I did a pacing dance, thinking about getting to the washroom in time. Not possible. I found a corner in the lot. It was beside a stairwell; beyond that, you could see the spiral where vehicles drove up. Some cars did drive past. So what I did, looking out over the balcony-like walls at all the people entering and leaving the airport, stealthy whipped out my dong and pissed in the corner. All was good again after growing a chub from pee shivers and relief.

View File Daddys Lg(105) 14 clips to start daddy Lg folder Submitter robster67 Submitted 10/28/2023 Category Female  

A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?

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