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  1. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  2. Hello everyone, I usually don't post much on the forum (too shy) so I am bit nervous 😄 but I have to share this story with you because it was absolutely amazing and I still can't believe it actually happened. So as the title says I had my very first genuine accident last week and it's my absolutely favourite wetting experience so far. So far I held my pee on multiple occasions over the years, most of the time as long as I could which in my case was usually for hours but it always ended up the same way. My bladder would really hurt from being so full for so long and I would end up leaking a bit then a bit more and so on, without ever really loosing control. I am also unable to completely empty my bladder in once if I hold it for long time ( I am a bit envious of those who can 😄)so I would just pee some then stop then a few minutes later I would pee again and so on (it can be really frustrating sometimes). BUT everything changed last week! I must admit it happened in very specific conditions but it was still amazing and I enjoyed it so much. On the day before my accident I had some wet fun, I held my pee for a few hours after work while drinking a lot of water. Everything went as usual I held it until I started leaking and then eventually wet my jeans (I made a few short videos I might post on here). Later on I drank some more and I ended up needing to pee again but I went to sleep and held it until morning (something I rarely do) so by then my bladder felt pretty weak with so much holding and it was hurting a bit everytime I needed to pee during the day. But that day I knew I would have some alone time after work again so I kept drinking a lot during the day. Initially I was planning on drinking a whole bottle of water about an hour before I leave work so I would get desperate while walking home (something I really enjoy lately) but as you can tell it didnt go exactly as expected 😄. I usually leave work at 5pm so around 4pm I started drinking as planned but around 4:50 I was already so desperate I couldnt sit still and concentrate on my work so I decided to go pee. Then I finished my bottle of water and left at 5:05. It normally takes me 25 minutes to get home so I wasnt really worried (yet) even if I realised that all that water must have gone directly to my bladder because about 10 minutes later I was desperate again and those 15 minutes left to get home suddenly looked like an eternity. The closer I was to my apartment the more desperate I was. A few times I thought I would totaly piss myself in the middle of the street or at least leak. I had to stop at least twice to hold my crotch (something I have never done in public) but most of the time I was desperately trying to look as normal as I possibly could because there were a lot of people around. By some miracle I manage to get to my apartment complex (dry) but this was only a beggining. My appartment is on the first floor so it's really not very far but I leaked for the first time right when I opened the main door to the building. Then twice more on the stairs and finally when I got to the first floor I was desperately holding my crotch while walking as fast as possible to my door. 😄 The moment I closed the door I was totally pissing myself, I only had enought time to take my shoes off. The feeling was absolutelly incredible, so satisfying and relieving at the same time. It was so far the most amazing solo pee experience that ever happened to me and I still can't believe my luck.😍 I am sorry if it's a bit too long and also for my spelling mistakes but I still hope you enjoyed reading it. I made some pictures to remeber this special experience. PS: I thought black jeans were safe to wet but I was so wrong 😄
  3. Alright. Due to how things went in the previous thread, I made a new one with some rules this time to make sure everything go well: -i allow people to post suggestions, but I do not consider them to be requests. Just ideas I can use when I don't have anything in mind. -No talking about drama or any controversial stuffs, I really hate it, and I'm only here to post art -No arguments Here's all the art I already made (the fnf art can be found in another thread): Those two didn't load properly for some reason
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    We got our cutie really desperately searching for a place to relieve herself . Finally she takes off her pants and the floodgates open she lets out a strong stream . Still aware of the surroundings she looks around and midstream she catches the cameraman she quickly stands up but she's still pissing . Leaking and spraying her liquid everywhere she attempts to run away still peeing and leaking and she gets all flustered up she literally keeps going as she runs away . ps: uploaded a better version
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  5. Hey everyone! Sure this one of mine has got lost in the site somewhere, was going to share it from a post I read, but couldn't find it! So, I shall upload it here for you all! I went to sleep with a full bladder, and just ended up leaking which woke me up... then... just couldn't be bothered moving and enjoyed the ride! I hope you all enjoy! And also appreciate the pee puddle left on the bed 😛 TheSpookyOne_SelfBedWetting.mp4
  6. Here's the next HoloMess story! Even though Mel is no longer officially a part of Hololive, I think it was important to include her as she was an important member with lasting impact. I hope everyone enjoys this! The next story will involve finish Gen 1, so I hope you look forward to it! Yozora Mel leaned into her microphone and blew a few kisses into it. “Kon-kapu~” the vampire greeted before blowing some more soft kisses into it. “Today we’re celebrating one million subscribers,” she whispered. “On today’s ASMR, I’ll be doing tasks that everyone voted for. Thousands of votes came in and today I’ll do the top three. I’m really looking forward to it… but, I wonder how many of you voted for something naughty,” Mel mused, ending her sentence with a sultry tone. Her chat was through the moon with excitement. [It’s a secret…] [Mel may be a bit naughty herself lol] [Hehe, she doesn’t know what’s in store] Mel gently scratched her nails against her ASMR microphone, much to the delight of her viewers. “Well, I better not keep you waiting,” she taunted before revealing the third most popular task. “Pee your pants” Mel put a hand over her mouth in shock before pouting at her chat. “You guys really are perverts after all…,” she chided. Yet despite this, the busty blonde stood up from her chair with a grin on her face. She grabbed the mic and put it up to her mouth, allowing her breathing to tickle her viewers’ ears as she prepared herself to follow through with the first task of the stream. “A-ah…,” her voice leaked out as she felt herself loosening the control on her bladder. “It’s… it’s coming out…” The vampire’s breathing picked up as she felt a warm wetness spread around the crotch of her black and yellow shorts. Multiple trickles of urine ran down her legs and between them onto the wood floor. Mel purred as she felt her pee pool in her boots and soak her feet. The chat was thoroughly pleased with the mixed sounds of their oshi’s breathing and her urine spattering against the floor, as well as the growing dark spot between her thighs. “Ahh, I… I think I’m done…,” Mel whimpered, having completely saturated her lower half in her own piss. The aroused streamer let her lapse of judgement get the better of her, allowing her horny brain to take control. She was going to have a good time with her chat, YouTube TOS be damned. Wasting no time, she revealed the second most voted option to herself and the stream. “Heartbeat ASMR” Mel gave the stream a devious smirk. Although it wasn’t required to complete the task, the erotic vampire wasted no time flinging her top off, giving the world a clear view of her beautiful, perky breasts. As her arousal increased, so did her watchers’. [Wowwowowowowow] [The BANpire strikes again] [Best tits in Hololive!] “Hehe… you perverts! I’m glad you like them…,” Mel blushed through her scolding. She cupped her boobs in her hands, giving them a lengthy massage in front of the webcam. Her stream watched eagerly as she squeezed and manipulated her breasts, even giving her nipples a couple of flicks for good measure. With her heartrate elevated, she raised her left breast with one hand while pressing her microphone under it with the other. A loud, rhythmic thumping could be heard as the sound of her heart mixed with her increasingly loud breathing. Mel watched as the chatroom scrolled up at breakneck speed, feeling proud of her ability to please her followers. However, a different wetness was growing between the blonde’s legs as her mind and body craved even more attention. Returning the mic back to her desk, Mel revealed the top-voted task. “Poop your pants” Mel stared into her screen, her mind scrambling to process those three words. “P-poop my pants? I thought wetting myself was risqué enough!” She thought to herself as she began to have feelings of doubt for the first time of the stream. “Wait? Why’s this even the most voted? People’d rather watch me poo myself than masturbate? What have I been doing? What is my manager thinking right now?” As she grappled with her emotions, she looked at her chat for their thoughts. [C’mon Mel! Just do it!] [This stream’s probably getting nuked so who cares] [What? You’re seriously chickening out now?] Mel bit her lip as she glazed over the different messages either encouraging or provoking her, having the effect of raising her libido just again. “It’d be so naughty,” she argued to herself as the dampness in her crotch grew again. “Screw it, let’s do this…,” she said aloud to the cheers of her fans. Mel turned around and propped herself on the arms of her chair, sticking her butt out to face right into the webcam and the ASMR mic. With her face obscured from view, Mel began grunting and straining her bowels. Although her body initially met her with resistance, her willpower overrode her sphincter’s functions as solid mush forced its way against the back of the vampire black panties and began tenting her shorts outwards. Feelings of worry dissipated in Mel’s mind as the call of nature took over, the expanding warm mass in her pants titillating her even further. The half-naked streamer’s grunts transformed into moans as she lost control of bowels, helpless to do anything but watch as her body finished the job for her. The whole time, the sounds of crackling and moaning enveloped the ears of her audience as they watched the bulge in her shorts grow, captivating them as well into Mel’s horny spiral. Lost in her own lust, Mel finally turned her head to the camera, a deep crimson blush across her face and drool running down her chin. Her eyes were met with universal praise from her viewers. [She really did it… incredible…] [Such a good girl] [Damn I’m so hard rn] “I’m such a dirty girl.” The worship from her fans drove Mel over the edge as she threw out the last of her inhibitions. The crazed vampire rested her chest against her chair as she placed one hand between her legs and the other on the bulge in her shorts. At once, Mel forcefully pressed both hands into herself through her soaked and soiled clothes, performing the messiest masturbation session she’s ever done live in front of thousands of fans. Moans turned into screams that frequently peaked the ASMR mic. At this point, however, everyone was enjoying the show as Mel gave in to her most disgusting and depraved desires. “Ah! Ahhhh! AHHHHHHH!” Within mere minutes, the unconscionably horny girl had reached a level of orgasm she’d never thought possible. As she reached her peak, her knees gave out as she fell into the seat of her chair and her butt hit the floor with an audible smacking sound. As she lay there, her mind in shambles, a wave of weariness washed over her. As her eyes closed, she watched all the chatters showering her in praise and let out a weak smile. The next morning, Mel slowly regained consciousness, her bare chest and face slightly stuck to the leather seat from her sweat and drool. All at once, the memories of the prior night hit her like a truck. Panicked, she quickly rose and regretted it just as quickly, as the pee and poop from the night before had become cold and uncomfortable. Mel could feel an irritating itching between her legs and butt cheeks, probably a rash. However, none of that mattered as the vampire took one look at her YouTube page and braced for the worst. “Video removed: Terms of Use violation” “Thank god…,” Mel fell back on her butt with another splat. Somehow, likely through the efforts of her manager, only the video was gone and her channel was saved from termination. No doubt she would hear an earful from everyone later, but for the time being she could be at peace. Reassessing her situation, Mel bit her lip, a blush forming as she released her bladder into her soiled shorts. She cooed as the urine warmed her in more ways than one and gently rocked herself back and forth against the floor. “My viewers really are a bunch of perverts…”
  7. From the album: Kartiuz's WS Furry Art

    some rumors say the feeling of losing control of a full bladder along with an orgasm can be an extremely pleasurable as well as messy combination With this i present my new OC Lishna, and whit it some variety of species in addition to canines.

    © Kartiuz

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  9. https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/z1tdyf5ssuju933m4kzjz/JapanseBladderTorture.mp4?rlkey=w3d4jk08e4firlkiqpue7y272&dl=0 link to see the video. free for all users ^^^^^^ (for some reason, no matter how much i downgraded the video below 75MB, it would never work. i hope this alternative is still ok by omo guidelines)
  10. This is my first story in English and on this side! Normally I only write on Wattpad and in German so please be nice and enjoy! ___________________________________ Chapter 1 Hannah is on vacation with her family. She didn't want to go because she turned 18 half a year ago and wanted to stay at home to chill with her friends. But her parents insisted that she have to come with them and her younger brother. Her little brother was the other reason why she didn't want to come. He's a pain in the ass and whenever he gets on her nerves, she's in the end the one who gets punished for nothing. The same situation occurred yet again. They're on the highway for quite a bit and Hannah drank a lot because of the enormous heat of the summer sun. She noticed her bladder already an hour ago but it wasn't that bad at the moment. But now she regretted her decision as she noticed that her bladder had already started to bulge. It was always easy to see if her bladder filled up, because of her slim body. It still wasn't that bad but she could feel her desperation grow more and more. After another half an hour she had to cross her legs tightly as her desperation raised. Her brother saw her desperate state as well and shouted “I think Hannah needs to pee!”. Hannah was annoyed but a little bit relieved that she didn't have to ask for herself. Her mother immediately turned around, nodded and told Hannah's dad to navigate to the nearest rest stop. Hannah's bladder was already the size of a Tennis Ball and more than visible to everyone, especially her little brother who started to poke Hannah's already screaming bladder. Hannah flinched immediately and almost leaked. The pain in her bladder was enormous. She had to press her thighs as hard as possible together and even needed a hand to hold the flood back. Hannah was angry at her brother and pushed him away. Instantly her brother started to cry and yelled that she hurt him and that she's mean. At this moment her father turned into a rest stop and parked the car at the nearest toilet. Hannah was about to sprint out of the car and get to the saving toilet but her mother stopped her. “Why are you always so mean to your brother?” She asked her angrily. "B-but…He pushed on my bladder and-” she wasn't able to end her sentence. Her mother interrupted her and said that, as a punishment, she's not allowed to use the restroom until everyone else used it and took their time to stretch a little bit. Hannah was in complete shock. What kind of cruel punishment is that? And how is she supposed to hold it that long? She was already getting dangerously near to her limits. Hannah's eyes teared up as she nervously undone her seatbelt which was pressing on her big bulging bladder. But as she was unlocking it, her mother called out to her that the seat belt is going to stay on as long as everyone is using the toilet and that she has to stay in the car until everyone returns. Hannah was in absolute pain, her mind went crazy and all she could think about was her need to relieve this hot pee inside of her body. She pressed both hands between her legs and pushed with all her strength against her throbbing pee hole. Her bladder felt heavy and was rock hard. She really struggled to not let any leak escape her. Everyone who was passing her parents car could see her bladder, the pain in her face and the nonchalant hands between her legs, while she was restless rocking back and forth in her seat. It really felt like an eternity had passed when her family finally got back to the car. Without a second left to waist, she unlocked her seatbelt and got out of the car but only to be held back again by her mom. Hannah was crying at this point and bagged her parents to finally let her pee. She didn't care anymore about everyone else. She just wanted to pee so bad because she knew that she could hold it another 10 minutes! But her mother was strict and would never let her go without fulfilling the punishment. Hannah felt everyone staring at her bladder which popped out so much out of her leggings that it looked like she was pregnant. And to make this situation even worse she felt her muscles slowly giving in to that enormous pressure. But even if only a few hot drops managed to escape her bladder, the warmth feeling in her pants makes it even worse to hold it. Because of her mother still grabbing her arm, Hannah wasn't able to use both hands to hold the next few drops back. She cried in pain and desperation and that she hates her mother. Even trying to get away from her mother made everything worse and more drops started to escape her tired bladder. Until Hannah reached the point of no return. Her mother pulled her closer to make her shut up but because of that sudden movement, Hannah's bladder had finally had enough and all of her hot pee, she was holding for so long gushed with full force out of her and with a clear hissing sound into her leggings and down her legs. You could hear every drop splashing on the ground. Not even Hannah's crying and sobbing was loud enough to overtone the sound. You could slowly see her abdomen getting flatter again as her bladder getting more and more empty. Finally when the last drop find it's way out of her body Hannah suddenly collapsed and fell on her knees in her own puddle. Everyone who was watching the scene were sad for her and angry against her mother. Some kids were laughing and Hannah? Hannah was relieved but extremely embarrassed at the same time. As soon as she realized that everyone was still staring, she finally managed to free herself and sprint to the restroom. When she finally entered the stall it was obviously already too late. Nothing more was left in her bladder. Hannah was drenched in her own warm pee that slowly got cold between her still shaking legs. The strong scent of pee fills the bathroom stall and a few tears roll over her red burning cheeks. She wipes them away and examines the damage. Hannah slowly pushed down her leggings and pants as she noticed something odd. She was extremely wet between her legs and not only because of the accident!
  11. It's was a sunny day, as Italy and Germany were on their home, Germany was squirmy and uncomfy because Japan made him drink a lot of water. "I hate you, Japan..." Germany muttered. He was holding it for a while, as his aching bladder was begging him ro release it. "You okay?" Italy asked his best friend, worried. "Y-Yeah... i-i am." Germany said, a bit squirmy. Italy went to get a glass of water, so his friend would drink it, thing that maybe or maybe not make things go worse... As Germany, drank the glass, he started jumping because he was about to get wet. "I-ITALY, I CAN'T TAKE THIS, MY BLADDER IS GOING TO EXPLODE!" Germany yelled to Italy. "Ah yeah? I hope you enjoy it." Italy says. Germany started leaking, as he started sobbing because he felt a very sharp pain on his bladder. "N-No!!" Germany shouted loudly, as he felt wetness. He ended wetting himself as he started crying. "Japan... i hate you..." He said in sobs. The end. 😄
  12. Sitting quietly in the stands, with a cruel look on her otherwise pretty face, Jennifer was staring intensely at the new girl as she walked about the gym floor, unaware that she was being watched. As cheerleading captain, Jennifer was always accompanied by her two loyal subject Stephanie and Madison, who blindly shared Jennifer’s opinion about this new girl being a total bitch. That problem was that the new girls happened to share several classes with Jennifer’s boyfriend, who seemed to fancy the new girl quite a bit and would flirt quite obvious whenever they were together. Jennifer had even caught him flirting with her over messenger, but instead of calling her boyfriend out, Jennifer would blame the new girl instead. Having transferred from another school, Lilly was the new girl in class and was still trying to find her place among the other students. She was pretty but shy and a bit nerdy. She would always carry a reusable water bottle and made an effort to stay properly hydrated throughout the day. Of cause, drinking large amounts of water will have an effect on your bladder and Jennifer had noticed that Lilly would visit the ladies’ room whenever she got the chance. Sharing a few classes, Madison had also noticed to double lessons would almost always put Lilly’s bladder to the test as she would spend the last 20-30 minutes, tapping her foot on the floor, fidgeting in her chair and sometimes even holding her crotch as she desperately waiting to the class to be over. With this information, Jennifer knew exactly how she would get her revenge. Having gathered the entire cheerleading squad, Jennifer informed her loyal soldiers about her devious plan and the following day the plan was put into action. As the first period began, Lilly seemed calm and collected, paying attention to the lecture and occasionally sipping water but as the bell rang, Lilly got up and headed straight to the ladies’ room only to find all stall being occupied and a few cheerleaders waiting in line. Surprised and a slightly annoyed, Lilly had no other choice but to queue up behind the other girls and wait her turn, but as the bell rang again, the line hadn’t moved and Lilly was forced to go to class without relieving herself. About 45 minutes into the second period, Lilly could feel the pressure building on her bladder, however being a double period it would be awhile before she would get a chance to pee. As time passed the pressure kept building and Lilly began tapping her foot impatiently as the tried to ignore the urge and focus on her class. The girls knew that sign, Lilly was getting desperate to pee and when the bell finally rang, she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards for the ladies’ room only to find all stalls to be occupied… Again! Once again she was forced to wait in line and once again the bell rang without her getting to use the toilet. Frustrated and desperate she was tempted to keep waiting but she knew at coming to class late would get her trouble and she reluctantly went back to class. Although this was a single period, her urge to pee was already unbearable. Crossing her legs anxiously and shifting around in her seat, the other girls giggled at her misery, well knowing that she was about to burst. As her desperation grew, the shy girl gathered the courage to raise her hand and ask the teacher if she could use the restroom. But her request was swiftly and firmly denied, much to the cheerleaders’ amusement. At this point Lilly couldn’t sit still. With one had she firmly held her crotch while she wrote with the other. Crossing her legs, tapping her foot and holding her crotch, Lilly wasn’t sure she was going to make it but after an eternity of waiting the bell finally rang. Like a rocket taking off, Lilly leapt from her chair and rushed towards the ladies’ room, stilling holding her crotch as she desperately tried not to pee her pants. Rushing down the hall, her patch was suddenly blocked by Jennifer and a handful of cheerleaders. Shocked and desperate she tried to push through, but the girls pushed back… “Hi Lilly... You look a bit… Desperate?” She tried to push through again, this time with force, but the cheerleaders pushed her back. “Please let me through… I really have to pee!” Her bladder ached feeling like it was about to burst. Holding her crotch with both hands, Lilly looked at her with begging eyes. “Please… I really… Fuck!” Lilly’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Losing control for a second, a large squirt of pee escaped her overburdened bladder and leaked out into her panties. Struck by panic, Lilly tried to push her way past the obstructing cheerleaders but once again she was pushed back. She felt another squirt of pee escape her bladder but this time she was unable to regain control. Clenching her entire body, Lilly held her breath as she desperately tried to regain control but a small stream of pee was continuously leaking from her exhausted bladder… “No, no, no, no, no!..” With tears in her eyes, Lilly realized that she was fighting a lost battle and after a few seconds of panic she was forced go give up trying as a strong steam of pee began flooding her panties. A warm and wet sensation quickly spread around her crotch and down the inside of her thighs as the warm urine soaked through her tight blue jeans. Realizing that Lilly was finally pissing herself, the cheerleaders all burst out in laughter. Defeated and humiliated, Lilly fell to her knees, covering her face in shames as tears started running down her face, as she heard the sounds of everyone around her laughing, cheering and taking pictures. As the laughter wore off, Lilly was finally done peeing. Her panties and jeans were completely drenched in pee and a huge yellow puddle had formed around her knees.
  13. This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
  14. From the album: Munio 2024

    (a study piece using symmetry) "I'm going to pee just like I do when I'm alone, so watch me..."

    © Munio 2024

  15. I have had a lot of artwork done for me and wanted to keep them all in one place. (I got permission form the artist before I shared) Leon S. Kennedy from RE wetting while fighting a zombie. Artist: @pogbernard (I have more drawings but I’m waiting on the artist permission before I post them)
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    Kendra Spade just had sex with her boyfriend and is going home. She gets a call from her friend Gia wondering why her stepdad called her and warns Kendra. She tells her friend that she really has to pee right now and it’s pretty bad desperation. As she gets to the door Kendra tries sneaking in the house but her stepdad is right in front of the door. She didn’t tell her stepdad Derrick Pierce where or who she was out with. Lying to him Kendra tippy toes clutching her bladder muscles trying to hold in her piss as her father lectures her. Looking at her facial expressions you can really tell she has to go or else she will piss herself. Kendra drops her coffee cup on the floor and starts pissing her jeans in humility and shock. As her father and her realize what happened Kendra starts apologizing but Derrick tries to apologize as well. They both don’t know what to do but Derrick starts to have parenting nature and acts quickly. He tells Kendra not to worry as both try cleaning up the two wet spills. Derrick grabs a bunch of towels but Kendra wants to change lol 😂. Derrick tells Kendra that she shouldn’t move because it might go on the expensive carpet. Derrick explains that she’s going to have to strip off her jeans as they need to go in the washing machine. Kendra becomes so embarrassed because she’s going to strip in front of her step daddy. Derrick explains that it will be fine because he is her stepdad not her real one. Kendra gives in and reveals her cute blue thong which are totally drenched with piss. Derrick dries her pussy but soon realized that he could have fun with his stepdaughter. Rubbing his hand under her hairy pussy Derrick enjoys the wet feeling and Kendra starts enjoying it… Derrick lifts his stepdaughter’s shirt and it is a matching bra top underneath. Kendra’s sexy boobs are exposed. I didn’t get to post the entire video because of error that Omorashiorg is having
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  17. Woof... What a difference a year makes. It's almost one year to the day since Novel A.I. launched their image generator, and it was practically the only image gen out of just a few that allowed NSFW content at the time. (along with private image generation) One year later and there are more sites than I can count. So since I've seen some decent work here with Sea Art, and it's clear they have decent pissing, wetting and diaper Lora's available, I thought it was time to give it another shot. (I had pretty much exhausted Novel A.I.'s capabilities, which were far more limited and time consuming) What I've discovered in this first day of using it is a mixed bag, but mostly a HUGE improvement over Novel A.I. On the positive side, the wetting and diaper Lora's work better than any prompts you could ever feed Novel A.I. The quality in general is far higher, and you don't end up with cronenberg monsters half the time (or pretty much ever) compared to Novel A.I. Also, the varied styles are much better and more consistent, and everything doesn't veer towards looking like full on anime all the time, since it isn't solely trained on danboru. On the negative side, much of the interface is poorly explained, and some lora's do not mix with certain styles. (couldn't get classic Disney 2D or Pixar 3D styles to mix at all) But the worst was the image generation queues, with some hanging for 5 minutes before starting, and some generations hanging in at 100% complete forever, until you cancelled and tried again. But overall I'd say it's definitely more useful than Novel A.I. in just about every way, and if anyone's looking to break into A.I., this one is ten times easier with much better results. I've only used it for a day and it was immediately generating images Novel A.I. never could. So here's the first batch of tests using Sea Art, with a classic mix of fantasy/sci-fi fare. It took a handful of renderings to figure out how to use the "face repair", so the first dozen or so images have a few derpy faces, and there's no consistent Lora mixing since I was still learning and experimenting the whole time. So some have piss, some have wetting, some have both etc, and only a few have diapers since that one takes longer to learn. (it kept making everything wet) But as far as first run tests go, this was a pretty decent showing for Sea Art. (If it makes it easier to navigate, everything will be posted to my galleries as well. LINK-->) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery
  18. Anyone who has this complete video, since the one presented in this link is not. I would really appreciate it if you published it here. https://thisvid.com/videos/realy-long-pee-in-shorts/
  19. View File SL-623 SL-623 - Urination during oil massage Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/06/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  20. OK i finally finish this english version ...hhhh but ithink some Chinese sentence cannot be translate well ( ) anyway i finished it and omg i love Ratio he is so hot to holding and peeing (DR U R HUUUUUGE ! ok you can enjoy it now !!!!!!! The Baptism of Pure Thought The afternoon sun is just right, the flowers and leaves are fragrant. Though he had taken care to be clean at all times, his thoughts were inevitably dusty with stagnation. "Healing the mind is just as important as staying healthy." The clamor of the fools went away with his fatigue, and he sank into the water, letting his thoughts float, his mind clarifying in a sequential manner. "Truth shuns impurity; only purity can approach." This was the daily habit of Professor Ratio. At the end of a period of work, a bath, physical and even spiritual, was an essential ritual. He called it "the baptism of pure thought". Indeed, in a bathroom with only one person, a bathtub full of water cuts him off from the noise of the outside world and clarifies his thinking. No need for a plaster head to keep him out, just let the vapor cover every inch of his skin, the exhaustion washed away, and his thoughts could be as logical and appropriate as the water dripping from the ends of his hair. That's right, he has a fetish for cleanliness. This was the only bathroom that could be considered "clean" in his eyes. Indeed, it was a place for him to bathe, to study, to rest. He couldn't live without books and a bathtub, of course. On this day, after Prof. Ratio had finished an assignment at his company, he received an email from the University of Truth - an academic lecture to be held at the university in the near future needed to be rescheduled urgently for some reason, and he asked the speaker, Prof. Ratio , when it would be convenient for him to do so. Ratio quickly went over his recent schedule in his head, since there was nothing to do later and he had already prepared this lecture, why not finish it right away? He quickly replied to the school and ordered the company to deliver it to its destination. Upon arriving at the school, Ratio organized the materials for the lecture in his office and headed to the classroom. His strong sense of timing makes him unflappable and always on time, which he considers one of the "scholarly virtues". The large lecture hall was by now full of students, and Prof. Ratio approached the podium and began his lecture. Indeed, as a seasoned scholar and teacher, this academic lecture is just one of the insignificant classes in his teaching career. Today, however, the handsome face beneath the plaster head was clouded in unseen shadows with a hesitation that he himself found puzzling. He felt himself, like the lower part of an hourglass, being filled, little by little, with a tiny, almost invisible, but distinctly felt stream of sand, with some part of his body. Intelligent as he was, he of course quickly realized where this abnormality came from. It was just that it was really hard to admit, after all, he hadn't had this kind of experience before. A person with an extremely strong sense of time, even if he did not deliberately arrange it, he could still arrange a perfect schedule by acting along the way. But today's lecture was clearly outside the situation. Extremely low chance, but all chance was inevitable. Ratio 's mind quickly acknowledged the fact that he was holding his pee. Five hours had passed since his last toilet break, before his morning shower. The water intake during the period of completing the company's tasks had not been much, but with the passage of time had also long since completed their water cycle and were squeezing into the bladder little by little. This sensation, if noticed in a vague way, is impossible to get rid of and becomes more and more intense. The silence under the head of the plaster paused imperceptibly, but resumed its unperturbed normalcy. There was still an hour and a half to go. That's more than enough time for the lecture if you reduce your movement. Prof. Ratio thought so. The powerful mobility of the professor's mind was clearly not helping him suppress this sense of abnormality at the moment. Everything was shifted by time and place... Indeed, five hours was enough time to form everything, and the open classroom location was serious... The sensation of being infused little by little pressed on more and more neuron cells in a physical sense, and more and more receptors transmitted nerve impulses to the nerve center. He knew, of course, that this center was not in the spinal cord but in the cerebral cortex, thus at the moment he was able to keep the effectors from having an effect and blocking the completion of this reflex process. Gee, is it really good to be distracted at a time like this? Professor Ratio was still speaking as usual, and his analysis of the problem was still clear. But he inevitably and smoothly slightly clenched his standing legs and slightly leaned against the edge of the podium. With his head in plaster, no one could see his expression. With the podium obscured, no one would notice the occasional friction between his legs either. It was only that he stopped his demonstration of the slate and tried to keep his whole body as still as possible. Indeed, once one notices the urge to urinate, it can no longer be ignored or even becomes progressively more obvious. Unlike those annoying idiots, who could be avoided by "isolating their senses", the physical urgency of the moment irritated his nerves little by little. He was a little anxious. He himself had never bothered about this since he knew better; he had always gone whenever he needed to, and had never been in a hurry even if the timing was not just right. Today's fresh feeling so that he suddenly recalled his childhood class a classmate, because of the urgent need to urinate and constantly shaking feet, the desk under the twisted body, trembling legs and hot water gushing out of the moment of sudden stillness. The almost instantaneous empathy for the consequences of that kind of stupidity only for stupid people... he was a little distracted. The fabric of the clothes layered around his waist was rubbing against the small of his back, and the professor lifted one foot slightly, toes pointing to the ground and squeezing his lower body a few times harder at the base of his thighs. These movements were purely instinctive, the urgency pouring in at the moment, stopping the forward drip but creating a swaying inertia backward. Heavy breathing had long since stuffed the plaster headgear, and his eyes dimmed as he tried to assume a share of the weight of his breath on every word, every syllable he uttered. Fingers...it was tempting to go down and help, but, apparently, could not, and could not, make such a move. In some moment of pause, perhaps because the leap of thought had not yet reached another plank on the other side, a warmth just rushed out without warning. His pupils dilated violently, and he immediately stopped the spurting disaster. The kind of patter that dripped at the end of the effort to stop it was the desire to drop drop droplets, itching at his lower body to be absorbed by the fabric. Radiator could no longer think about it, his mind worked quickly, using his whole body to stave off the flooding of his lower body while continuing to keep his words short and concise making the words run as fast as they could to the end of the lecture. Yes, it ended in a blur. He, of course, stopped leaving time for questions and simply walked out the door with the lecture materials. To outsiders it might just seem like a strange, steady-stepping, sometimes suddenly accelerating in a sea of uniform motion, plaster-headed man. To the students it might just seem like he had some other task coming up that needed to be done right away. It would be best if everyone didn't think much of it then. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and even with all his strength he couldn't stop the inertia of his urine leakage while maintaining his normal walking posture. That's right, the moment he stepped out of the classroom door, pattering, the inside of his thighs began to be moistened a little bit by a thin stream, and the hourglass sand that seemed to have been filled with it turned into the most tangible, warm liquid, dripping like medicine that had been squeezed out of a syringe a little bit. The shaking cape, the pace of two long legs overlapping, the black and white diamond-shaped tiles, the plaster head that never looks away. The well-orderedness of it all masks shadowed wet marks, perhaps evaporating immediately after a short while from a long trail of water droplets left on the tiles. It was better that no one noticed, and indeed no one did. But Professor Ratio, in his ordered chaos, had made the mistake of arriving by inertia at the school's teachers' bathhouse. No longer able to think, he pulled open a single room and went in. Defecating in a bathtub, or even an entire bathroom, had always been considered a sacrilege by him, but he had no choice at the moment. Professor Ratio's hand shook vigorously as he gripped the door handle, the warmth driven by this unoccupied environment finally ceasing to patter and gushing out in great streams, accompanied by the zippy sound of squirting urine, much like screaming shiitake mushrooms on a barbecue grill. The dark blue pants were a hot, wet mess, and the soles of the feet slipped badly against the tops of the shoes. Those streams of yellow urine that reached the floor kept spreading away, spreading to the bottom of the door. If there was anyone outside at the moment, the scene must have been clear in everyone's mind. Ratio obviously thought of that, and he dropped straight down into the tub, the rest of the urine spreading around and underneath him, yellow trails more effervescent than effervescent spilling out wherever they were visible. The cooled urine on the tiles outside the tub stood still longer than time, reflecting back roughly the clock that Daley had softened. An eternity of memories. Effervescent tablets fully effervescent. Screaming mushrooms ponder the proposition that sashimi is dead. The afternoon sun is just right, the flowers and leaves are fragrant. Though he had taken care to be clean at all times, his thoughts were inevitably dusty with stagnation. "Healing the mind is just as important as staying healthy."
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    ZOZO-184 - Shame On You! Pretty Girl Totally Horny Female Big Bang Rotor Voltage 85 Times! Insert The Bomb Rotor That Relentlessly Causes Outdoor Incontinence With Strong Vibrations That Are Super Strong In The Electric Massager, And Squirting Sex Date! ~Anna Hanayagi ZOZO-184-01 - While on their way to a restaurant a couple stops in the parking lot where the man pulls out a vibrator and has the girl stick it down her panties. The man then turns it on and off until the girl loses control and wets herself multiple times. ZOZO-184-02 - After a blowjob (that I edited around but you can still watch it in the Uncut file) the man turns the vibrator back on and has the girl crawl back to there table. Along the way she wets herself 2 more times. ZOZO-184 Uncut - Contains everything above plus sex Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  22. View File (A.I. Animation) 11th-13th Animation Tests + Highlights 4 + Optical Smoothing I took a break from the "Amazons" A.I. movie to test some new Models/Loras. I'd suggest starting with Highlights 4 optical smoothing, and if you're still interested check out the rest. Test 11 is a mix of different Model/Lora experiments. Test 12 is trying the Noosphere Model and Golden Nectar Lora. Test 13 is Noosphere/Golden with diaper Loras. Stills/templates are posted in the galleries as well as the SeaArt megathread, link below. Given that all this can be done in a day, it's almost a vacation from the bigger project which has been going on since mid-January, so think of this as an appetizer to hold y'all over 'till then 😉 Submitter DuffMan Submitted 05/03/2024 Category Female  
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