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  1. I saw a similar thread, but it seems dead lol. So let's do this again. Where are you from? I'm a 20 year old guy from Puerto Rico, USA. I have never met anyone in PR that knows the term Omorashi or anyone that has a pee fetish
  2. cant seem to purchase anything from mdh, im wondering if someone here has this video from the lovely Lara Cumkitten. it's similar to one posted here before but a different video. https://www.mydirtyhobby.com/profil/5160121-Lara-CumKitten/videos/5126892-PUBLIC-JEANS-PISS-EXTREME-to-grab-close-to-the-street
  3. Hello. I haven't posted any art here yet, but I enjoy making it. I have been art making for maybe 2ish years and have not been happy with the quality or speed in which I produce art. To counteract this, recently I decided to just say "fuck it" and just draw anything in an attempt to improve my body proportions and general output of art. Here I have compiled some sketches I made over the last few days. Most of these are quickies I made with references of real women needing to pee. You can tell where I need to work on the most, haha. Hope it's not too offensive to the eyeballs. Warning! Some nudity! And here's a more polished image as a bonus. Kinda shows my style a bit more. I'd be happy to hear any thoughts on my art. I know I'm not perfect, but I hope that by continuing to just make anything I will get better.
  4. Brittanybunny

    Diapered week in new onesie

    Got a week to myself so i got myself diapered up in my elephant diapers, and my new abdl onesie i was a bad little girl, i went potty in my diaper
  5. Munio

    2019101601 - The Basic

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

  6. Wet19

    Peeing sex robots

    It seems sex robots will inevitably be available sometime in the future. I'm curious what everyone's thoughts are on sex robots that can simulate peeing and how your fetish may or may not come into play. For the sake of this discussion lets say the the designers put a little effort into making it somewhat realistic, e.g. the robot warms the liquid, it "pees" with varying pressure, the hole changes shape slightly so it's not just a monotonous solid stream. For me, a large part of the eroticism is the girl enjoying wetting herself. This is something I don't think a robot could genuinely simulate and thus I don't think a peeing sex robot could be satisfactory to me. What do you think?
  7. Apologies for the repost; I wanted to update the story but realized I had tagged my previous post incorrectly. While this chapter and the one I'm about to publish don't have messing, I plan on including it in future chapters; as such, wanted to give people the heads up. Below is a repost of Chapter I, Chapter II will be close behind. Hi all, I've been kicking around a few ideas centered on the TV show Riverdale. If you haven't seen it, it's basically Archie Comics meets Twin Peaks -- a complete mess of a product, but entertaining nonetheless. All the actors are well over 18, and my descriptions hopefully indicate that, so pretend as though this world is staffed entirely of 18+ high schoolers. By the standards of the original Riverdale, that's actually pretty normal. This first chapter is based on the pilot episode. I stripped out a lot of the original plot elements (Jason Blossom's death, etc) but may bring them back in later installments. This chapter has a lot of background in it and it somewhat light on the wetting description, so I apologize -- going forward, should be a lot more efficient. Chapter I: The Riverdale Mermaids “Oh my God, Archie Andrews got hot!” Since they first became friends in the second grade, Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller had spent countless hours in the Coopers’ idyllic suburban house. Cross-legged on the bed in Betty’s 2nd floor room, they grew up eating snacks, swapping gossip, and fretting about classes. However, the night before their sophomore year, they had abandoned their normal post to press up eagerly against Betty’s window – which looked directly into the Andrews’ house next door. Kevin insisted they augment their routine gossip session by peering into Archie’s room, and despite Betty’s protests, their spying seemed to have paid off. “Kevin!” Betty exclaimed, admonishing him for his tactless comment, but not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. Archie, her best friend and next-door neighbor, was strutting shirtless around his room. Betty had long harbored a crush on Archie, and she felt her face grow warm as she gazed at his abs and torso. A summer of construction at his father’s firm had added muscle to his skinny frame, complementing his strong jaw and shock of bright red hair. Betty was suddenly glad that Kevin was too busy ogling Archie to see her own reaction. “What! It’s true!” exclaimed Kevin. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to school and show off your goods. You’ll have that ginger Adonis eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.” Kevin had faithfully served the role of gay best friend since 13, when he first came out to Betty. Of the two, he was far more brazen in commenting on all the cute guys in their class. But Betty had eyes for only Archie, and Kevin had long known about this crush. “Kevin, I don’t think Archie will ever pay attention to me. Especially not now that he looks like that,” Betty replied dejectedly. Kevin turned to look at his friend. While Archie may have put on muscle over the summer, Betty had undergone her own transformation. He remembered the stick-thin girl who sported braces all throughout middle school. Now, Betty sported a blonde ponytail pulled over a pink sweater, her alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes creating a wholesome, pretty girl-next-door image. “Betty, don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous, and your goods are gorgeous, and you just have to flaunt them!” Betty blushed, as she did every time Kevin mentioned her body. Determined, Kevin pushed on. “You know what you should do if you’re so worried about getting him to notice you? Try out for the Riverdale Vixens!” “I don’t know Kevin, you remember what happened last year -- it didn't exactly go very well.” Not well was quite the understatement – Betty had been told directly by Cheryl, the fiery redhead in charge of the cheerleading squad, that she was too fat to join the team. Objectively, the comment was ridiculous – Betty’s slim figure fit nicely into the rotating wardrobe of tight sweaters she wore for Archie’s benefit – but the memory of humiliation still lingered. “Yeah, but Cheryl was just being a jerk! You need to stick up for yourself Betty – you’d be a positively fantastic Vixen, and you shouldn’t let her stand in your way.” Before Betty could respond, her mom walked through the door. Though well into middle-age, Alice Cooper cut a striking figure, and her domineering personality sucked the air out of any room she entered. As far as Betty could remember, her mother had been a strict disciplinarian. Now that Betty’s sister, Polly, had been mysteriously sent away, her helicopter parenting had reached critical levels. “Hello Mrs. Cooper!” Kevin cheerfully addressed Betty’s mom. “Hello Kevin. Betty, it’s a school night – I need you in bed pronto. Say goodbye to your friend.” Betty walked Kevin to the front door, chattering all the while about how excited they were to come back to school the following day. Promising to talk to him soon, she closed the door and came back inside. She was greeted by Alice, who was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to Betty’s room with her arms crossed. “Betty, dear, remember to use the toilet before bed. We don’t want any mishaps before your first day.” “Mom!” Betty meekly protested. For the past few years, Betty had been struggling with anxiety. Whenever she was pressured, Betty would dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood. Kevin, Archie, and the rest of her friends could see it but were kind enough not to say anything. A far more embarrassing and thankfully discreet symptom was her bedwetting. While this had been a nightly occurrence for some time, it had mostly stopped by middle school. Still, there were isolated incidents, particularly under stress. The night her sister Polly had been sent to a long stay at the hospital, Betty dreamed that she was floating underwater. Beside her, Polly and Polly’s ex-boyfriend Jason Blossom drifted lifelessly with their faces in the water. In her dream, she tried to call out to Polly, but the limp corpse didn’t respond. Instead, Jason’s body opened its eyes and lunged at her, causing her to wake up with a scream. Alice, startled by the noise, came up the stairs to find her teenage daughter sitting in a puddle radiating out from between her legs. Since then, Alice insisted that Betty use the toilet promptly before going to bed, saying she was tired of scrubbing yellow stains out of Betty’s pretty pink blankets. While Betty was embarrassed by her mom reminding her, she knew she was right – she was pretty nervous for her first day back. After taking care of her bathroom needs, brushing her teeth, and changing in to her light pink nightgown, Betty crawled underneath her covers. As she closed her eyes, she thought wistfully of what it would be like to be a Vixen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty heard the clamor of her classmates as she walked down Riverdale’s main hall for her first day of sophomore year. In keeping with her mother’s strict insistence on conservative garb, Betty had donned a tight argyle sweater and a knee-length red skirt that morning. Complete with a pink bow fixed in her hair, Betty felt eerily like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Looking around her school corroborated that picture – she saw Reggie and the football team harassing Dillon Doyle about which classes he could do their homework for, and passed by cheerleaders gossiping about their summer flings. “Are you Betty Cooper?” Betty turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful Latina girl. Silky, jet-black hair fell straight down onto her smooth caramel skin. While this girl had a short and lithe frame, her femininity was accentuated by a very short black skirt and a top showing a generous amount of cleavage. In the presence of this gorgeous, provocatively dressed newcomer, Betty felt acutely aware of her chaste outfit. It took her a moment before she was able to find her words. “Yes, I’m Betty. Are you Veronica Lodge?” As Betty spoke, she remembered that she had promised Principal Weatherbee to chaperone a last-minute new student for the day. She hadn’t expected anything like this girl though, with her ostentatious outfit adorned by a pearl necklace and expensive looking jewelry. “The one and only. I believe you’ve been saddled with introducing me to the various players of Fast Times at Riverdale High, yes?” Betty struggled again to find her words as she tried to remember what she had heard about Veronica through the Riverdale rumor mill. Allegedly, Veronica was a bit of spoiled brat who had lived in NYC before coming to Riverdale. Her expensive outfit and haughty look of disdain as she surveyed the lockers definitely confirmed that. According to Kevin, Veronica had been living the high-life at her expensive prep school before her father was arrested for white collar crime. To keep expenses down, the family was forced to move to Riverdale, where Veronica’s mother and father had grown up. This was not a girl to cross, Betty thought, as she finally spoke. “I’m more than happy to give you the tour of campus. Ready to get started?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As they walked, Betty found herself warming up to Veronica. Her initial impression had been melted away as Veronica asked about her life at Riverdale, what her friends were like, and complimented Betty’s outfit. With Kevin following in tow, Veronica and Betty chatted away, with the latter pointing out all the important landmarks. “These are the school bathrooms. They’re usually pretty gross though” Betty gestured to a door labeled “Ladies” with peeling white paint, sandwiched between two lockers. Veronica turned and looked where Betty was pointing with disgust. “Oh God. I don’t plan on letting my precious derrière touch that diseased porcelain while I’m here. Do you even have bidets in that abomination?” Betty laughed. “Oh, there are certainly no bidets. In fact, I’d say that there’s about a 50% chance of any given stall even having toilet paper.” Betty was normally far too timid to talk about bathroom matters, but found that Veronica’s brazen attitude was starting to rub off on her. “Gross!” Veronica shrieked. “I imagine that’s why it looks like Pippi Longstocking over there has such a tight ass, her cheeks must be stuck together.” Betty turned to look where Veronica’s gaze was fixed, and saw Cheryl communing with a few of her underlings on the cheerleading team. Betty laughed again at Veronica’s crass joke, but felt her heart fall ash she looked at her tormentor from last year. “I can’t let her get to me,” Betty thought, digging her fingernails into her hand. Her reaction was strong enough to draw Veronica’s notice. “Betty, dear, are you all right? Is it that positively rank smell from the bathrooms that’s affecting you?” “No Veronica,” Betty replied, unclenching her hands. “Let’s just keep moving.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty invited Veronica to come eat lunch with her and her friends. Kevin, of course, tagged along, complimenting Veronica’s outfit and witty remarks the whole way. They were joined by Jughead, a skinny, sardonic individual who seemed skeptical of Veronica’s attitude, and Archie. Betty felt her heart beat a little faster has he sat down with his guitar. Over lunch, the friends caught up. Archie filled them in on his burgeoning music career and desire to become a professional singer. Betty noticed with a small pang of jealousy the way that Veronica was eyeing Archie, but tried her best to shrug it off. Everything was progressing as normal until Cheryl haughtily approached their lunch bench. “What have we here? Is Ugly Betty stuffing her face with her usual grace?” Though Cheryl’s cutting remark hurt deeply, Betty couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Cheryl’s “brand” was red – her red hair, red lipstick, and red clothes framed her buxom figure. With an incredible ass and rotten heart, it was no wonder that Cheryl was the captain of the cheerleading team, Betty thought to herself. “Why don’t you back off, Cheryl. Betty needs your negativity less than you need that horribly gaudy outfit.” Veronica sneered back. Betty was shocked. Nobody ever spoke to Cheryl this way. She looked around for reactions. Jughead looked amused, Archie looked worried, and Cheryl’s underlings looked flabbergasted. But Cheryl herself looked more impressed than taken aback. “You know, I kind of like your style new girl. I guess having a jailbird Daddy makes you a little tougher. I’d like you to try out for the Vixens this afternoon.” “I’ll only go if Betty comes with me,” Veronica fired back. Betty was now even more shocked than she was a moment ago. She didn’t expect to be dragged into this. But before she had had a chance to respond, Cheryl had burst into laughter. “Fine! Bring that bloated cow,” Cheryl spat, “and let’s see if you both have what it takes to be elite.” With that, Cheryl stormed off, lackeys in tow. “Veronica, I can’t do this!” Betty said, her heart racing to her throat. “Cheryl hates me, she calls me fat, she..” “Don’t worry about it B”, Veronica said. “We’re going to make the team no matter what Cheryl thinks. That’s a Lodge guarantee.” “I think it’s a great idea!” Kevin piped up. “I do too,” said Archie, and all of a sudden Betty felt she had no choice in the matter. “Fine, I’ll do it,” Betty said to a beaming Veronica. Despite herself, she felt hopeful. Maybe Veronica would help even the odds a bit this time around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Betty was finishing up her lunch, she felt a customary pressure in her lower abdomen. She had long lived her life under the thumb of her authoritarian mother, adhering to strict study schedules and regimented extracurricular activities. As a result, her bathroom use followed an equally predictable pattern. After getting rid of a night’s worth of pent-up urine each morning, Betty would wait until the end of lunch period to make her next bathroom trip at roughly 12:30 each day. She would empty her bladder, wash her hands, and have time to make her 12:35 class. Her next bathroom break would take place at 3:00pm, right after the final school bell rang. This way, she would never miss any class time, and could show up to her after-school activities unfettered by her anatomical needs. “Excuse me everyone, I’m going to go freshen up before class.” Betty delivered her customary line before standing up from the bench to go perform her daily ritual. “Wait up, Betty, I’ll come with you too!” Veronica said, getting up hurriedly with her Louis Vutton purse draped across her shoulder. Betty’s heart fell. Growing up, she had always been closer with guys than girls, and didn’t have much experience with bathroom buddies. What’s more, Betty had always felt awkward “going” in front of people, particularly given some of her prior experiences in the school bathrooms. Without trying to, Betty recalled a horrifying moment toward the end of last year. Like clockwork, she had come in after lunch to use the ladies room. That day, Cheryl and her cronies had been fixing their makeup at the mirrors, paying her no mind as she went into the stall to do her business. Her pee was standard, gushing forth from between her legs in a powerful stream that hissed as it touched the front of the porcelain and dribbled down into the water. As she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, she unintentionally relaxed a bit too much. The greasy burger she had eaten at Pop’s the day before made itself known with a rumbling in her lower gut, and before she could stop it… “BRAPPPP” A thunderous fart echoed off the bowl, serving as a coda to the urination which had tapered down into a weak stream. Betty felt her heart pound and her face turned a deep vermillion, praying that nobody outside would react. She wasn’t that lucky – Cheryl’s cronies cackled while the Queen Bee screamed in disgust that it smelled like a squirrel had died. As the stink of overripe meat engulfed Betty’s nostrils, she heard the door slam – cronies still laughing, Cheryl still screaming about calling an exterminator. She’d been too afraid to use the school bathrooms for weeks after that, and the memory was etched into her brain. But she couldn’t think of a reason to ask Veronica to stay back without sounding crazy, so she said nothing as her new friend followed her to the toilets. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty swung open the ladies’ room door with some trepidation, Veronica in tow. As she walked toward the stall furthest away from the door, she noticed that Veronica wasn’t following her. Instead, the buxom new girl had paused at the mirrors, leaning against the sink. Betty paused for a moment. “Oh, go ahead,” Veronica said. “I’d sooner die than eliminate waste on these Bates motel-esque toilets. I’m just here for the company.” “So you’re not going to use the school bathrooms at all?” Betty ventured. “No. We Lodge women have a great deal of bodily control, particularly over our more unsavory needs. Daddy made me sit through a dinner with the Ambassador to Belgium for 8 hours once without a single bathroom break and perform a dance after – I didn’t spring a single leak. I think I can wait long enough to use my private commode.” “Okay,” Betty said uncertainly, pushing open her stall door. Betty pulled down her red skirt and white panties. Though she would never speak to Veronica about it, Betty didn’t like sitting on the school toilets either. Instead, she hovered over the seat to avoid the urine spray from previous visitors. Nobody else was in the bathroom. Betty tried to relax. But, despite her consistency, Betty found that she couldn’t go. She was far too self-conscious knowing that Veronica would hear every movement and sound in this bathroom. Her face burned with shame as she remembered her Cheryl encounter. Even if Veronica was nice to her now, she was still a prissy girl at heart – she would be disgusted if she heard Betty going to bathroom in front of her. As Betty strained to expel her bladder, she found that she just could not get her stream started. After pushing on her pelvic muscles a bit more to no avail, Betty began to feel very aware of how long it was taking. As long as Veronica was there, she decided, she couldn’t relieve herself, and she was far too shy to ask Veronica to wait outside so she could pee in peace. Instead, she flushed the still clear toilet in defeat, unlocked the stall, and went out to wash her hands. Veronica was waiting at the mirror, inspecting her makeup as Betty duly applied soap and water. “I guess I’ll just have to come back later,” Betty thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time the bell rang at 3pm, Betty was dying for the bathroom. She didn’t want to ask to leave and miss risking any of her classes. But, she thought ruefully, it hardly made a difference. She hadn’t been able to concentrate in Biology, tapped her leg all the way through World History, and was discreetly grabbing her womanhood in Spanish. “I really underestimated the importance of routine,” Betty thought to herself. When the Spanish teacher finally said “Hasta luego”, Betty felt like kissing him. She had remained dry so far, but at this level of desperation, she knew her panties wouldn’t be pristine much longer. As she scurried to the bathroom, pressing her legs together, she ran into Cheryl and Veronica talking in the hallway. Betty tried to sidestep the conversation, but Cheryl noticed her. “Where are you off to Betty? Cheerleading tryouts started 10 minutes ago. You and your criminal floozy here are going to have to run to get changed.” “What are you talking about Cheryl,” Betty replied with alarm. “Class just ended!” “Yes, but I had penciled you in for 2:50.” Cheryl replied with glee. “Now come along, no dilly-dallying. Let’s see if you’ll make history as the first cheerleading whale today.” “Come on B,” Veronica said, clearly annoyed with Cheryl’s antics. “Let’s just play by her rules for now. I promise we’re going to smash these tryouts, and then that hipster Prince Harry will be all over you.” “Okay,” Betty said unsure. She was still aching to release her overfull bladder, but couldn’t admit that to Veronica, and especially not to Cheryl. Pushing her legs together a little tighter, she followed Veronica and Cheryl to the girls’ locker room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Dammit,” Veronica thought, “I could really use the little ladies’ room pronto.” Despite her earlier bluster about her bladder capacity to Betty, Veronica was still feeling the effects of not urinating for an entire school day. At her old school, the bathrooms had been immaculate. Veronica still saved her more “serious” business for home, of course, but she never had trouble peeing freely while talking with her friends about which boys they were dating and which clubs they would go to that weekend. But she had seen the Riverdale toilets, and the staff here simply weren’t keeping the toilets clean at a satisfactory level. “No,” she thought to herself, “I can hold it. I’ve held it for longer. I’m a Lodge woman, and I won’t let my body control me.” Veronica looked over at Betty. The girls were changing in to their loaner Vixen outfits for the tryouts, and Betty was taking quite a while. Come to think of it, Betty had been awfully fidgety since they got to the locker room, and Veronica noticed her casting longing glances over by the toilets. Veronica wondered if Betty was facing the same struggles that she was. “Well, she went at lunchtime, so I’m sure she’s probably doing far better than I am,” Veronica thought ruefully. Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew she couldn’t use the toilets now. Cheryl was standing in front of them, arms folded, as Veronica and Betty were changing. Thanks to Cheryl’s little stunt, Veronica and Betty were being forced to tryout well before any of the other girls. “That ginger Mean Girls wannabe has another thing coming,” Veronica thought. “Still, since we’re going so early, we should probably be fine. I’ll just perform, shine, and then make a beeline for it!” Just then Veronica heard a yelp. She and Cheryl turned her attention to Betty, who was doubled over and the source of the sudden sound. “Everything okay B?” “Yep! Just stubbed my toe. Almost ready!” Betty had finally gotten the skimpy cheerleader outfit on. Cheryl’s influence meant that the uniforms were far skimpier than the clothes Betty was wearing before, Veronica noticed. With a skirt that ended well above the knees, Betty looked far more in the mold of the typical Riverdale Vixen. Veronica was excited to show her new friend how to stand up to girls like Cheryl. She just hoped she was okay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty was not okay. After shuffling into the girls’ locker room like a water balloon filled to the brim, she had to change in front of Veronica and Cheryl. Worst of all, she couldn’t pop into the toilets without risking Cheryl’s wrath. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to go, she thought ruefully, as the last thing she needed was Cheryl hearing her use the toilets again. But putting on the uniform with an overfull bladder was an arduous task. Betty felt herself sweating despite the frigid gym locker air. Worse yet, she could have sworn that the moisture between her legs was greater than the moisture on the rest of her body. “I really hope I’m not leaking,” Betty thought to herself. As she bent over to tie her shoe, a sudden jolt stabbed in her urethra. She shrieked as she felt a spot of warm wetness trickle past her lips and land with a spot on her underwear. “Ah!” She told Veronica a lie about stubbing her toe when the latter asked about the noise, but Betty’s mind was elsewhere. She felt a dime-sized patch against her underwear, which were luckily hidden underneath the cheerleader skirt stopper. Yet, both her underwear and the skirt were white. “I hope it doesn’t show!” she thought nervously. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty and Veronica stood on the hardwood floor facing Cheryl. Veronica was staring daggers at the redheaded bombshell, while Betty tried her hardest to stand up straight without grabbing herself. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as Cheryl belted out instructions. “Betty, you’re up first. Please try not to embarrass yourself like last year.” “Gee, thanks Cheryl,” Betty thought to herself, but nodded back at the other girl. Betty limped over to where Cheryl was gesturing, willing the contents of her bladder to stay inside. She could still feel the wet spot against her genitals from the accidental emission earlier, cooling against her white panties. “Okay, Betty, here’s the deal. You’re going to have to perform a five-minute routine to a song of my choice. Soon, the rest of the girls will be here, and you and your extra friend will have to mingle and do some group exercises. Peachy keen, but knowing how brain-dead you are, I assume you’ll flunk this in the first minute.” Normally, Cheryl’s barbs would bother Betty more, but all she could do in response at this point was nod again. Her bladder felt as though it were on fire, and her cute white panties felt like they were sticking to her body. She had no idea how she was going to get through this exercise, but she would rather be caught dead than admit to Cheryl she needed a potty break. Cheryl would never let her live it down, and worse still, it would be embarrassing to show such weakness in front of her new friend. “Okay, go!” Betty tried to put all thoughts of her bladder away as the loopy electronic music came on. Just as she had practiced the year before, Betty pranced around the hardwood floor. Despite her very pressing need, she smoothly executed a series of kicks and jumps without too much trouble. “This is going pretty well!” Betty thought to herself, as she lunged into her next move. “The music is winding down, and I’ll be able to pop off to the bathroom soon.” “Now split!” Cheryl screamed, as the music came to a halt. Betty wasn’t expecting that; while she had practiced the standard cheerleading fare, she had only executed a split a handful of times. Even worse, she knew that the move would tax her ready to burst bladder. Still she had no choice, and grimaced as she jumped up and spread her legs. “Ta-da!” Veronica shouted in support as Betty’s legs hit the floor. But Betty could barely hear her. As her legs hit the floor, her bladder decided it had enough for now. With a jolt, Betty realized that the floodgates were loosened by the impact and decided to open. Her ass felt warm as a small puddle of urine flowed out of her tired urethra, pooling inside her underwear. Using all the self-control she could muster, she cut the flow off with a burning sensation lingering in her thighs. “It’s only a little bit,” Betty thought. “Nobody will notice.” Betty cautiously got up, and saw that she was right – there was only a tiny wet spot on the floor. At this point, though, she felt that she would definitely need to change her panties. “Luckily I can finally get in to the bathroom now!” Her heart sank as she saw all the other girls filing in from the locker room into the gym. Cheryl grinned. “Well, it looks as though Riverdale’s resident livestock has finally learned how to shake her flat ass. Betty dearest, one final thing for your tryout. Stand on the top of a pyramid so my girls and I can practice by holding up a blimp.” “I thought I was done Cheryl. Can I take a break?” “Absolutely not,” Cheryl said, “unless you want to forfeit here and now. The door is over there.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica watched as her friend nervously eyed the girls in charge of hoisting her up – Cheryl and one of her cronies. At this point, her own desperation had started to make itself more known. She was surreptiously grabbing at her vagina cloaked beneath her Victoria’s Secret thong, and prayed that the tryouts wouldn’t take much longer. Her bladder pulsated against the front of her uniform, and she felt far more bloated than was acceptable. “Are you ready, Betty dearest?” Cheryl intoned with mock sincerity. Betty gritted her teeth, tears starting to well in her eyes. Her legs were shaking of their own volition, her face felt hot, and her panties felt very damp. She was sure that the wet spot from earlier had tripled in size. But, seeing no choice in front of her, Betty made a noise of assent. “One, two, three!” Cheryl and the other girl lifted Betty up into the air. From this vantage point, Betty could see around ten other girls looking directly at her, including a rather shifty Veronica. Before Betty could process this, though, she felt her body drop slightly and squealed in surprise. “Oopsie!” Cheryl called out below, “you’re just so heavy, it’s hard to keep you up.” Betty disliked being on top of the pyramid due to a minor fear of heights. Cheryl’s sudden dip worried her, but she swallowed and steeled her nerves. Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Betty looked into the distance to keep balance. Cheryl, however had other plans in mind.” “Gosh, Betty, I think there must be a weight limit for cheering,” Cheryl exclaimed, playfully dragging Betty’s leg down before hoisting it back up again. For Betty, though, this was too much. Her overtaxed bladder, filled with eight hours of hydration, began issuing a stream from under her stained panties. It spilled forth in a clear arc, running down her leg and shooting out into space. Betty felt hot tears fall down her face as her urine ran down her leg at the top of the pyramid. Cheryl felt warm liquid running on to her head. She looked up to see if a sprinkler had broken, only to feel hot, light-yellow urine splash on to her red hair and drip into her eyes. “Ahhh!” she yelled, involuntarily dropping Betty out of surprise. The girl to her left, finding herself holding one leg and urinated on as well, dropped her too. The three girls crashed on the hardwood floor. Betty’s pee hadn’t stopped, with golden jets still squirting out into a puddle. Cheryl’s pristine red hair was now flat against her head, matted with Betty’s excretion. For her part, Betty silently sobbed, wondering how she would ever live out this embarrassment. The rest of the girls looked on in shock, until a sudden noise burst through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica had never seen anything so funny in her life. While she felt bad for Betty, the image of her pee dropping on to an unsuspecting Cheryl sent her into fits of hysteria. While the rest of the gym stayed silent, Veronica screamed out in laughter at the precise moment that Cheryl screamed out in frustration, and found that she couldn’t stop laughing. She gasped for air as the scene replayed in her mind – the Queen Bee of Riverdale getting pissed on during tryouts. Unfortunately, the scene was too funny. Veronica felt her knees grow week as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. Her muscles loosened involuntarily, and with sudden alarm, she realized that her own bladder was weakening. A single stream of urine ran down her leg. Unlike Betty, who had been hydrating all day, Veronica hadn’t had much to drink to avoid using the facilities. Now, bright yellow urine rained down into her white tennis shoes, staining them the color of daises, and a strong ammonia stink filled the air around her. “Oh my God, the new bitch is pissing herself too!” one of the other girls shrieked. It was true, Veronica’s pee had begun to puddle beneath her feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. The smelly amber liquid left an opaque puddle on the hardwood floor, and several girls stepped away from the kneeled over Veronica to avoid get their own feet wet. As Veronica felt her bladder void, her laughter turned to sobs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “So, I guess I have to transfer out of Riverdale now.” Betty and Veronica sat on the benches in the main Riverdale hallway, still in their messy clothes. Cheryl’s wrath had been too much to risk lingering in the gym for. “Well, I’m right there with you B. This might be the worst first possible impression a girl could make.” “Hey, at least we made the team.” Surprisingly, after screaming at them for ten minutes in front of the other girls, Cheryl’s anger cooled slightly. In a menacing tone, she told them that both of them were now Riverdale Vixens. “Yeah, but she said we only got on so that it would be easier to punish us.” Veronica laughed. “I told you we could get on. A Lodge always holds up her promises.” Despite herself, Betty began to laugh. With Veronica around and a spot on the River Vixens, this year was shaping up to be the craziest one yet.
  8. A while ago, I found this little Watersports-themed animation about the menstrual cycle. I hope you enjoy it!
  9. Wet Brianna

    Wet myself at the store

    I literally couldn’t hold it after buying some smokes EA617AA9-7E0C-486C-BE2A-03EB9D6540DA.MOV
  10. I found that video some days ago, but I can't find it in my browser's history ...it could be from "lucas raunch" or "titan men" (or others), but it was showing a scene of two men, maybe about the age of 30, a close-up scene showed one of them peeing, I think he got a hard-on. then the other guy seem to be ready to cum, letting the other guy know, that he should open his mouth (I was watching his video muted, so I only visually saw these scenes without any audio in addition) but he started peeing. their pee-streams were clear not yellow/ish and scenes were inlcuding jerking and drinking pee. I'm not sure if penetration was included, but I think fisting wasn't being shown there. spitting pee in each other's mouth could be included, but I'm not completely sure and the video was recorded inside of a room, but I don't know how it looks like. that mentioned scene of "cumming" was visible in about the later half of the video. the video was below 15 minutes, but longer than 3 minutes ...maybe also only 5 minutes in its length? also the peeing guy wasn't the first who started peeing and when he began to "cum", the other guy looked somehow surprised that his dick was actually releasing pee instead. I'm not sure what clothes they're wearing, but I think underwear only, at least no shirt? about their skin-tone: lighter, but no redhead, chinese, asian. their hair-color was dark, maybe also dark-blonde? piercings and tattoos ...I'm not sure, but I think tattoos could be shown, piercings were not that visible? I think both guys were on the floor, not on a couch or bed, etc. during that video. maybe it was a re-upload or a video by a sponsor instead. I just remember that pee / cum - scene and tried to mention some other details next to it. I'm not asking for a direct-link, just where to find this video, like the actor's names (and it seems like professionals, the video was in a good graphic too), or a page's name but without a direct-link to the page or the video itself. I hope that description can let me find this video again?
  11. Wet Brianna

    Couldn’t hold it anymore!

    I had been holding my pee for hours!!!
  12. (Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.) Footsteps could be heard inside a cave. This cave was being explored by the princess of Hyrule....Zelda. Zelda was sitting on the back of a giant ox with a torch in one of her hands. In front of her was her appointed knight,Link. He was walking on foot and he was also holding a torch. Right now,The two hylians we're making their way through a cave. With the only sources of light being their torches and the crystals on the wall. Zelda looked at the floor and saw some magenta smoke on the ground. This smoke was known as "Malice" and the source of it was located inside this cave. A lot of malice has been appearing from the ground lately. So Zelda and Link decided to explore the cave in order to find the source. Zelda had an uncomfortable look on her face. The cave was a bit ominous,but that's not what made her uncomfortable. She neglected to use a ladies room before leaving and she was now starting to regret it. She couldn't really cross her legs to ease the pressure and she had both of her hands full right now. "Ah...." She heard a voice up ahead. Zelda stared at Link,who was looking around. His eyes seemed to be locked on the small green aura that was floating around. The Aura seemed the spell something out,But Zelda couldn't make out what. "I think we might be close..." Zelda said as she kept staring at the aura. Until her bladder urged her to keep moving. "Come on,Let's continue...." Zelda said. The ox started moving again while Link nodded. Zelda looked around the cave and saw all the glowing crystals that were stuck on the walls. It was a pretty sight,But not enough to keep Zelda completely distracted from her need to pee. After a while,The Princess and her knight reached a bridge. By this point,Zelda was shaking her legs. If it weren't for the fact that she was on the back of an ox,she would be crossing her legs right now. Zelda looked at the walls while the ox slowly crossed the bridge. The glowing ore on the wall was a very pretty sight,But Zelda could hear the sound of a waterfall while looking at them. Zelda looked below the bridge and saw a flowing river. The sight of this river caused Zelda to feel a stronger pressure in her bladder. The two hylians made it across the bridge and continued to follow the path ahead of them. Zelda was still shaking her legs,but now she was doing it a bit faster. Despite the fact that she needed to pee pretty badly right now,she couldn't bring herself to ask link for a quick break. Just the thought of her doing so was felt embarrassing to her. Because she was distracted by her thoughts,she didn't notice Link stopping in front of a wall. Link turned around and cleared his throat. Immediately,Zelda snapped out of her thoughts and stopped shaking her legs. "Y-Yes,Link?" Zelda asked. Link pointed at the wall he was staring at and brought his torch closer to it. Zelda decided to get off the ox in order to take a closer look. But upon landing,a wave of pressure went through Zelda's body. She quickly grabbed herself with her free hand and tried to keep her bladder from leaking. "Hmm?" The noise link made immediately made her stand upright. "Y-Yeah,I'm fine." Zelda said with a fake smile. Link stared at the princess for a few agonizing seconds and then looked back at the wall. Zelda slowly approached the wall. While doing so,she had one hand between her legs. She let go once she was in Link's sight. She moved the torch closer to the wall so that she could see the drawings more clearly. She had some trouble focusing on the drawings due to her bladder pressuring her. After a few seconds,She managed to make out what was on the wall. "It seems to be a drawing of Ganon." Zelda told Link. She then walked back to her Ox. She stood still for a few seconds with her legs crossed. She turned around and quickly uncrossed them when she saw Link staring at her. "D-Don't worry. Everything is fine. Let's continue. We're getting close!" Zelda said while trying to hide her desperation. Link held her torch for her while she got back on the Ox's back. The two continued following the path up ahead. There weren't any clues or obstacles for the remainder of the walk. Despite this,Zelda was looking around with concern. Her bladder was very full right now and she was beginning to doubt she could hold it in until they reached their destination. The ox stopped moving,snapping Zelda out of her thoughts. Zelda looked around and the first think that appeared in her line of sight was a flowing river. Zelda looked away from the river. As it was only causing her bladder to pressure her more. She instead locked her eyes on Link,who was standing there with one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Link?" Zelda asked. She got off the Ox again and tried to ignore the powerful twinge she felt upon landing. "Link,What's the matter?" Zelda asked as she approached Link. It didn't take long for Zelda to figure out why the stopped. She saw a bunch of Malice flowing towards her and Link. A pair of Cursed Bokoblins emerged out of the Malice and floated towards Link. Zelda let out a gasp,While Link struck one of the Bokoblins with his torch. The torch broke and the Bokoblin exploded into a puff of purple smoke. Link then unsheathed his sword and attacked the other Bokoblin. More cursed Bokoblins emerged from the Malice. Zelda backed away from Link and hid behind her Ox. Two Bokoblins floated towards Link and tried to strike him. Link backflipped away from them and then struck both of them down with a Spin attack. Link stopped spinning and started at another incoming Bokoblin. Link leaped towards the Bokoblin and destroyed it with a downward swing of his sword. Zelda watched in awe as Link fought against the Cursed Bokoblins that continued to emerge from the Malice. Her attention was quickly pulled away from Link however,as she felt another surge going through her bladder. She looked around while shifting her weight from foot to another. She was very close to her limit now and the river that was next to her only made it more difficult for her to hold it in. Zelda frantically looked around until a Cursed Bokoblin appeared right in her face. Zelda let out a scream and took a few steps back. The scare caused a spurt of urine to escape from her bladder. Zelda quickly used her free hand to prevent anymore spurts. She then looked at the The Bokoblin and saw more of them floating behind it. Zelda closed her eyes and braced herself for the attack. But then she heard the sound of an impact. She opened one of her eyes and saw Link slashing the Bokoblins that were right in front of her. One of the Bokoblins dived towards him,But link ducked under it and finished off all the Bokoblins by performing a spin attack. Zelda opened both of her eyes and looked around. There weren't any more cursed Bokoblins in sight and the Malice that they emerged from them also disappeared. Zelda looked back at Link with a smile. "Link....i-" She stopped mid-sentence when she felt another spurt escaped from her bladder. "Ahh!" Zelda crossed her legs and hunched over. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red when she realized she did that in front of Link. Link took a few steps towards Zelda with a concerned look on his face. "I...I'm...." Zelda looked around with a distressed look on her face. She couldn't hide it anymore. "P-please hold this..." Zelda said as she handed her torch over to Link. Link stared at the torch in confusion and then back at Zelda,who was running towards a boulder. "Please stay right there!" Zelda said as she kept running. She hid behind the boulder and frantically looked around. The fact that she was doing this embarrassed her,but she didn't have a choice. It was either here,or in her pants. Zelda pulled down her pants and panties,Exposing her butt for everyone to see. Luckily,there were no monster there to see her,at least she hoped so. She squatted down and looked around while breathing heavily. After a few seconds,a stream of pee jetted out of her womanhood. Zelda let out a loud moan while her stream splattered against the ground and darkened it. Zelda let out a relaxed sigh as the stream continued and created a puddle on the darkened ground. Meanwhile,Link was staring at the boulder she hid behind. He couldn't hear the stream,but he could hear the noises that Zelda was making while peeing. He blushed and turned around,Waiting for Zelda to be done with her business. Zelda steadied her breathing as her stream continued. Zelda then looked at the boulder while her cheeks slowly turned red. Link may not be able to see her,but she was sure he could hear the embarrassing noises she just made. Zelda just covered her face and waited for her bladder to be completely emptied. After what felt like a full minute,her stream stopped. She got up and pulled her pants and panties back up. She winced as she could feel her wet panties against her womanhood. She walked away from the building and slowly approached Link,who was facing away from her. "Link....I'm sorry..." Link turned around and saw Zelda standing there. Her face was red and she wasn't staring at him directly. "I....should've used the ladies room before we left." Zelda said. Link slowly approached the princess and placed a hand on her shoulder. Zelda looked him in the eyes. He smiled at her and gave her an understanding not. Zelda stared back at him with a surprised look on her face. Surprised that he wasn't ashamed of her. "You're....Not disgusted?" Zelda asked. Link shook his head and let go of Zelda. The surprised look was still on Zelda's face,but it slowly turned into a smile. The two stared at each other for a few seconds until they noticed the green aura floating around them. Zelda turned around and saw more of that aura flowing towards her and link. It was the same aura as before,but now there was more. "I think we're very close. Let's continue." Zelda said. Link nodded and started walking. Zelda walked up to her Ox and got on it's back. The ox then started moving and following Link again. Zelda stared at Link with a smile on her face as they got closer and closer to the source of all that aura.
  13. I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.
  14. PersonGuy

    peerivertext

    From the album: PersonGuy's PersonGallery Gallery

    Just two girls letting out their streams down stream. Look at that technique!
  15. Munio

    2019100201 - The Piano Teacher

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

  16. Hey fellow pee lovers, I've been having some fun with the Milovana holding challenges recently, and after trying a bunch I figured I'd make one of my own. I took a lot of inspiration from jjpeewet and kyrieelleison14, and I tried to incorporate as much different stuff as I could! You'll get holding, challenges, spurting, wetting, and even a little nudity and masturbation at the end (but you can avoid that by clicking "No" when the challenge asks if your horny at the end). Here it is: The Rapid Desperation Pee Challenge This is a pee holding challenge, so you should already be drinking before you start this challenge. I designed it around the Rapid Desperation method, so do your drinking a few hours before the challenge, and then when you start your hold (where you'd normally be drinking every 15 minutes), start this challenge instead. It'll have drinking instructions for you. But beware: you very well may lose control before the challenge is over! It's designed with that in mind. (But the more desperate you tell it you are, the more it'll skip to the later challenges) Two tips: Use a laptop, since you may be walking around the house a bit, and make the window a bit smaller than the default. Most of the images are not super high res so they will look better if you don't maximize the window. Enjoy, and let me know what you think! And how well you do ^_^ Click the Show button below for some "spoilers", including how long the challenge will last and how to game the system a little bit... Explicit Content This challenge is designed to last about an hour for the main hold. The full challenge lasts longer, since there is some extra peeing and masturbation after the hold if you want to take part. However, it is up to you how long you really want to hold. Do not hold until it's painful! I prefer to let go when I get to a 7, rather than hold it all the way to 10--I don't want to damage my bladder or kidneys so I like to be conservative. So this challenge will often ask you how badly you need to go, and the challenge will be longer or shorter based on your answers. And at any point, you can tell the challenge that you've lost control, and it'll skip to the end. You won't miss out on anything too exciting by skipping! Be safe everyone.
  17. Hello everyone, as you may have noticed from the title I have this theory that maybe I have a mother who is into desperation and/or peeing. Now, I'm of course not sure if she really is, but I've had some ineresting moments with her where I started to think that there might be a little love for the act in her: Since I was a kid she always came home frome work or an appointment really desperate to pee (crossed legs, hands in her crotch, etc.) and this went on until this day, so far nothing suspicious really, but over the last few years there have been moments where she came home apparently bursting when the bathroom was occupied by one of us. In moments like these she started moaning and telling everyone how much she needed to pee and that she's about to wet herself, but everytime she waited patiently for the bathroom to be free without problems or any sign of desperation at all (with some exceptions), sometimes she even "forgot" to use it after some of us got out. It is moments like these where I started to think that the need to pee of my mom isn't really as urgent as she makes it out to be and that her desperation sometimes is fake (or just exagerated). Maybe she's just acting because she likes the feeling of needing to pee and holding her crotch and maaaybe we share the same passion without knowing it. So before jumping to conclusions I thought to ask you guys what you think about this? Has some of you experienced something similar with your mom or a family member? I would love to hear from you! ?
  18. Munio

    2019092501 - Dejection Impending

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  19. Jackson_notta

    Doing a hold during school

    Hi this is my first story ive ever written so I dont know how it will be but this is a challenge I decided to do today . I decided to do a hold today during school and this is how it went. (btw i have block scheduling so i only have 4 classes) I didnt go to the bathroom at all the night before and on the bus ride i drank one bottle of water(16oz). On a scale of 1-10 I would say im about a 5 now. The bus ride was not the best actually, it was really bumpy and long. By the end of the bus ride i was at about a 6-7 and I didnt drink any more because i didnt want to have an accident in school (even though that would be the best). I went to first period and I tried to make it unoticable and i dont think anyone noticed, I had biology so we did a project. After that i went to second period which was lifting and it was by far the hardest, I felt the pressure on my bladder every time i went to pick up a weight or even do anything. I Somtimes had to give my bladder a couple seconds to rest before i could begin. Next up was flex (free period), which was surprisingly the easiest, little urges here and there but nothing too strong. After that was trigonomatry which was pretty boring so all i could think about was that fact i needed to pee. religion was next and was pretty bad by the time class ended It felt so good to go to the bathroom finally. Maybe next time I will try to be around an 8 and even hold it when i get home
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  21. Munio

    2019092301 - Urine Therapy

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  22. BabyJordan

    Water Bed

    Jenny and Tom were having a lovely evening having a little dinner date. It was by no means fancy, but not a McDonalds either. They spent their time lovingly chatting about their lives. Jenny deeply loved Tom, and had been dating him for a few months now. She decided tonight would be the night she would give her virginity to him. Jenny had a lot to drink that night, some of it being alcohol to calm her nerves. She wanted tonight to be perfect, as did Tom. Tom was prepared with his favorite ultra thin Trojan condoms both flavored and not, ones with ridges to better pleasure Jenny. Jenny was a busty blonde with G cup breasts, standing at 5’4’’ She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, in contrast to Tom’s jet black hair and dark green hair. And against the stereotype, Jenny was actually a very smart girl. She had done a lot of personal research into sex and pleasure which was not simply just masturbating, but actual research. And in that research she had found that the pleasure of sex could be intensified by having a full bladder during the act. Strange, she thought but she had practiced while masturbating a few times and found it to be true. It was much more pleasurable with a full bladder so she practiced holding while being pleasured to make sure she wouldn’t pee on her partner. Fast forward back to present day, the two wasted no time in getting close and hands-y. They kissed gently at first, but it grew more passionate as time when on. Jenny tried to keep her squirming subtle, not wanting Tom to notice it. Which thankfully seemed to work as Tom unsnapped Jenny’s bra with one hand behind her back and pulled it out from under her shirt to feel her breasts. “So soft and big, all for me babe? You shouldn’t have” he said in a sexy gruff voice as he also in one swift motion pulled Jenny’s light pink shirt over her head and cast it aside for the night. He started by feeling up her chest, making sure to give it lots of attention, especially her erect nipples. He smiled as he felt them, then slowly, as if to build suspense, took one nipple in his mouth and licked it for Jenny to see. Jenny whimpered in pleasure at Tom’s actions and it was music to his ears. As he let go of the nipple in his mouth with a small pop, Jenny started tugging at Tom’s formal white shirt. Tom chuckled and took it off. “Did you like that baby, Want more of daddy?” He asked as her eyes and hands roamed over his tanned washboard abs. He let this go on until she laid her hands down and whimpered needily again. “Don’t feel like using your words tonight do you? Fine then, you are no longer allowed. If you say a word it had better be your safeword. But your moans are like a symphony, so I expect plenty of those” He said in a harsh, dominant voice. Jenny nodded, she knew her safeword by heart, but she didn’t plan on using it tonight unless she might pee on Tom. She hoped that wouldn’t happen, because she did sometimes pee once she came still. Tom put a gag on Jenny to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally disobey, he had come prepared. He didn’t want to punish Jenny during their first play together after all. After playing with her breast for a few more minutes before getting up off the bed completely, causing Jenny to look at him questioningly. He went over to his dresser drawer and pulled out some handcuffs and a spreader bar. He turned Jenny on her stomach (much to her bladder’s displeasure and her excitement) and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She could tap the cuffs three times to safeword, which she knew. And the spreader bar kept her legs spread and imobile. Though Jenny could see nothing but the pillow she lay on, she could clearly hear the distinct, purposeful sound of Tom undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper and the small thud of his pants hitting the floor. After a final sound, what can only be Tom ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth and putting it on, then, silence. Several seconds passed of nothing, no movements or sound. And right when Jenny had thought that Tom was never to penetrate her, she felt him on top of her. His 6 inch, fully hard dick brushed up against the lips of her pussy ever so gently and he gently started to go inside of them and her inner lips, the tip of his penis, brushing up against her hole. He leaned down carefully “Are you ready for daddy, baby? I’m gonna go in now” He said as he slowly penetrated her, not wanting to hurt her. He slowly inched his way halfway before he paused and spoke again “So tight for daddy, baby. I barely fit, you’re such a good girl, saving yourself for daddy. I’m gonna go in more now” He breathed huskily as he inched himself the rest of the way. He waited for her to adjust to his size before slowly beginning to thrust inside of his lover and hear her little noises of pleasure behind the gag and feeling her try to squirm under him. It was a slow build, but soon enough he was thrusting inside of her roughly. Jenny was in heaven, her insides were tingly and alive with pleasure. She didn’t know how long she could last. A query which Tom picked up on. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum nice and hard with daddy’s hard cock in your amazing pussy?” And that threw Jenny over the edge as she came with a shrill scream around the gag. Tom kept thrusting through her orgasm and came soon after in the condom as well. After a few minutes of recovery, Tom kissed Jenny’s cheek, got up and got her out of the gag and all of her bindings “How was it babe?” He asked as he got out her favorite cuddle blanket to snuggle in. Jenny ran to the bathroom without answering, causing Tom to laugh. “That good huh?” he asked. Jenny came back with a blush, but decided not to explain “It was magical, just as I knew it would be. We must do that again sometime. I love you Tom.” She sighed dreamily, knowing she would have to do holds a lot more often to make sure she would be desperate if Tom sprung on her, but for now she just wanted to rest, she felt worn after that experience. She had enjoyed it, but it was tiring. Tom wrapped her up in the blanket after changing into his pajamas and climbed into the bed. “I am so glad babe, I love you too.” he said and turned on a movie before giving one final kiss to the top of her head and they both drifted off to sleep together with the movie in the background so they could wake up in the morning to go about their adult lives again. But in their minds and hearts, both knew that they would be doing this again, very very soon if they could help it. It was like a dream. A dream they both wanted to have again. Maybe Jenny would have to tell Tom her secret. Maybe. End And this was another paid commission. If you want to commission me for your own story, just dm me and we can talk about the possibility.
  23. cleverpun

    Riverdale

    Hi all, I've been kicking around a few ideas centered on the TV show Riverdale. If you haven't seen it, it's basically Archie Comics meets Twin Peaks -- a complete mess of a product, but entertaining nonetheless. All the actors are well over 18, and my descriptions hopefully indicate that, so pretend as though this world is staffed entirely of 18+ high schoolers. By the standards of the original Riverdale, that's actually pretty normal. This first chapter is based on the pilot episode. I stripped out a lot of the original plot elements (Jason Blossom's death, etc) but may bring them back in later installments. This chapter has a lot of background in it and it somewhat light on the wetting description, so I apologize -- going forward, should be a lot more efficient. Chapter I: The Riverdale Mermaids “Oh my God, Archie Andrews got hot!” Since they first became friends in the second grade, Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller had spent countless hours in the Coopers’ idyllic suburban house. Cross-legged on the bed in Betty’s 2nd floor room, they grew up eating snacks, swapping gossip, and fretting about classes. However, the night before their sophomore year, they had abandoned their normal post to press up eagerly against Betty’s window – which looked directly into the Andrews’ house next door. Kevin insisted they augment their routine gossip session by peering into Archie’s room, and despite Betty’s protests, their spying seemed to have paid off. “Kevin!” Betty exclaimed, admonishing him for his tactless comment, but not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. Archie, her best friend and next-door neighbor, was strutting shirtless around his room. Betty had long harbored a crush on Archie, and she felt her face grow warm as she gazed at his abs and torso. A summer of construction at his father’s firm had added muscle to his skinny frame, complementing his strong jaw and shock of bright red hair. Betty was suddenly glad that Kevin was too busy ogling Archie to see her own reaction. “What! It’s true!” exclaimed Kevin. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to school and show off your goods. You’ll have that ginger Adonis eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.” Kevin had faithfully served the role of gay best friend since 13, when he first came out to Betty. Of the two, he was far more brazen in commenting on all the cute guys in their class. But Betty had eyes for only Archie, and Kevin had long known about this crush. “Kevin, I don’t think Archie will ever pay attention to me. Especially not now that he looks like that,” Betty replied dejectedly. Kevin turned to look at his friend. While Archie may have put on muscle over the summer, Betty had undergone her own transformation. He remembered the stick-thin girl who sported braces all throughout middle school. Now, Betty sported a blonde ponytail pulled over a pink sweater, her alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes creating a wholesome, pretty girl-next-door image. “Betty, don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous, and your goods are gorgeous, and you just have to flaunt them!” Betty blushed, as she did every time Kevin mentioned her body. Determined, Kevin pushed on. “You know what you should do if you’re so worried about getting him to notice you? Try out for the Riverdale Vixens!” “I don’t know Kevin, you remember what happened last year -- it didn't exactly go very well.” Not well was quite the understatement – Betty had been told directly by Cheryl, the fiery redhead in charge of the cheerleading squad, that she was too fat to join the team. Objectively, the comment was ridiculous – Betty’s slim figure fit nicely into the rotating wardrobe of tight sweaters she wore for Archie’s benefit – but the memory of humiliation still lingered. “Yeah, but Cheryl was just being a jerk! You need to stick up for yourself Betty – you’d be a positively fantastic Vixen, and you shouldn’t let her stand in your way.” Before Betty could respond, her mom walked through the door. Though well into middle-age, Alice Cooper cut a striking figure, and her domineering personality sucked the air out of any room she entered. As far as Betty could remember, her mother had been a strict disciplinarian. Now that Betty’s sister, Polly, had been mysteriously sent away, her helicopter parenting had reached critical levels. “Hello Mrs. Cooper!” Kevin cheerfully addressed Betty’s mom. “Hello Kevin. Betty, it’s a school night – I need you in bed pronto. Say goodbye to your friend.” Betty walked Kevin to the front door, chattering all the while about how excited they were to come back to school the following day. Promising to talk to him soon, she closed the door and came back inside. She was greeted by Alice, who was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to Betty’s room with her arms crossed. “Betty, dear, remember to use the toilet before bed. We don’t want any mishaps before your first day.” “Mom!” Betty meekly protested. For the past few years, Betty had been struggling with anxiety. Whenever she was pressured, Betty would dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood. Kevin, Archie, and the rest of her friends could see it but were kind enough not to say anything. A far more embarrassing and thankfully discreet symptom was her bedwetting. While this had been a nightly occurrence for some time, it had mostly stopped by middle school. Still, there were isolated incidents, particularly under stress. The night her sister Polly had been sent to a long stay at the hospital, Betty dreamed that she was floating underwater. Beside her, Polly and Polly’s ex-boyfriend Jason Blossom drifted lifelessly with their faces in the water. In her dream, she tried to call out to Polly, but the limp corpse didn’t respond. Instead, Jason’s body opened its eyes and lunged at her, causing her to wake up with a scream. Alice, startled by the noise, came up the stairs to find her teenage daughter sitting in a puddle radiating out from between her legs. Since then, Alice insisted that Betty use the toilet promptly before going to bed, saying she was tired of scrubbing yellow stains out of Betty’s pretty pink blankets. While Betty was embarrassed by her mom reminding her, she knew she was right – she was pretty nervous for her first day back. After taking care of her bathroom needs, brushing her teeth, and changing in to her light pink nightgown, Betty crawled underneath her covers. As she closed her eyes, she thought wistfully of what it would be like to be a Vixen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty heard the clamor of her classmates as she walked down Riverdale’s main hall for her first day of sophomore year. In keeping with her mother’s strict insistence on conservative garb, Betty had donned a tight argyle sweater and a knee-length red skirt that morning. Complete with a pink bow fixed in her hair, Betty felt eerily like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Looking around her school corroborated that picture – she saw Reggie and the football team harassing Dillon Doyle about which classes he could do their homework for, and passed by cheerleaders gossiping about their summer flings. “Are you Betty Cooper?” Betty turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful Latina girl. Silky, jet-black hair fell straight down onto her smooth caramel skin. While this girl had a short and lithe frame, her femininity was accentuated by a very short black skirt and a top showing a generous amount of cleavage. In the presence of this gorgeous, provocatively dressed newcomer, Betty felt acutely aware of her chaste outfit. It took her a moment before she was able to find her words. “Yes, I’m Betty. Are you Veronica Lodge?” As Betty spoke, she remembered that she had promised Principal Weatherbee to chaperone a last-minute new student for the day. She hadn’t expected anything like this girl though, with her ostentatious outfit adorned by a pearl necklace and expensive looking jewelry. “The one and only. I believe you’ve been saddled with introducing me to the various players of Fast Times at Riverdale High, yes?” Betty struggled again to find her words as she tried to remember what she had heard about Veronica through the Riverdale rumor mill. Allegedly, Veronica was a bit of spoiled brat who had lived in NYC before coming to Riverdale. Her expensive outfit and haughty look of disdain as she surveyed the lockers definitely confirmed that. According to Kevin, Veronica had been living the high-life at her expensive prep school before her father was arrested for white collar crime. To keep expenses down, the family was forced to move to Riverdale, where Veronica’s mother and father had grown up. This was not a girl to cross, Betty thought, as she finally spoke. “I’m more than happy to give you the tour of campus. Ready to get started?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As they walked, Betty found herself warming up to Veronica. Her initial impression had been melted away as Veronica asked about her life at Riverdale, what her friends were like, and complimented Betty’s outfit. With Kevin following in tow, Veronica and Betty chatted away, with the latter pointing out all the important landmarks. “These are the school bathrooms. They’re usually pretty gross though” Betty gestured to a door labeled “Ladies” with peeling white paint, sandwiched between two lockers. Veronica turned and looked where Betty was pointing with disgust. “Oh God. I don’t plan on letting my precious derrière touch that diseased porcelain while I’m here. Do you even have bidets in that abomination?” Betty laughed. “Oh, there are certainly no bidets. In fact, I’d say that there’s about a 50% chance of any given stall even having toilet paper.” Betty was normally far too timid to talk about bathroom matters, but found that Veronica’s brazen attitude was starting to rub off on her. “Gross!” Veronica shrieked. “I imagine that’s why it looks like Pippi Longstocking over there has such a tight ass, her cheeks must be stuck together.” Betty turned to look where Veronica’s gaze was fixed, and saw Cheryl communing with a few of her underlings on the cheerleading team. Betty laughed again at Veronica’s crass joke, but felt her heart fall ash she looked at her tormentor from last year. “I can’t let her get to me,” Betty thought, digging her fingernails into her hand. Her reaction was strong enough to draw Veronica’s notice. “Betty, dear, are you all right? Is it that positively rank smell from the bathrooms that’s affecting you?” “No Veronica,” Betty replied, unclenching her hands. “Let’s just keep moving.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty invited Veronica to come eat lunch with her and her friends. Kevin, of course, tagged along, complimenting Veronica’s outfit and witty remarks the whole way. They were joined by Jughead, a skinny, sardonic individual who seemed skeptical of Veronica’s attitude, and Archie. Betty felt her heart beat a little faster has he sat down with his guitar. Over lunch, the friends caught up. Archie filled them in on his burgeoning music career and desire to become a professional singer. Betty noticed with a small pang of jealousy the way that Veronica was eyeing Archie, but tried her best to shrug it off. Everything was progressing as normal until Cheryl haughtily approached their lunch bench. “What have we here? Is Ugly Betty stuffing her face with her usual grace?” Though Cheryl’s cutting remark hurt deeply, Betty couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Cheryl’s “brand” was red – her red hair, red lipstick, and red clothes framed her buxom figure. With an incredible ass and rotten heart, it was no wonder that Cheryl was the captain of the cheerleading team, Betty thought to herself. “Why don’t you back off, Cheryl. Betty needs your negativity less than you need that horribly gaudy outfit.” Veronica sneered back. Betty was shocked. Nobody ever spoke to Cheryl this way. She looked around for reactions. Jughead looked amused, Archie looked worried, and Cheryl’s underlings looked flabbergasted. But Cheryl herself looked more impressed than taken aback. “You know, I kind of like your style new girl. I guess having a jailbird Daddy makes you a little tougher. I’d like you to try out for the Vixens this afternoon.” “I’ll only go if Betty comes with me,” Veronica fired back. Betty was now even more shocked than she was a moment ago. She didn’t expect to be dragged into this. But before she had had a chance to respond, Cheryl had burst into laughter. “Fine! Bring that bloated cow,” Cheryl spat, “and let’s see if you both have what it takes to be elite.” With that, Cheryl stormed off, lackeys in tow. “Veronica, I can’t do this!” Betty said, her heart racing to her throat. “Cheryl hates me, she calls me fat, she..” “Don’t worry about it B”, Veronica said. “We’re going to make the team no matter what Cheryl thinks. That’s a Lodge guarantee.” “I think it’s a great idea!” Kevin piped up. “I do too,” said Archie, and all of a sudden Betty felt she had no choice in the matter. “Fine, I’ll do it,” Betty said to a beaming Veronica. Despite herself, she felt hopeful. Maybe Veronica would help even the odds a bit this time around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Betty was finishing up her lunch, she felt a customary pressure in her lower abdomen. She had long lived her life under the thumb of her authoritarian mother, adhering to strict study schedules and regimented extracurricular activities. As a result, her bathroom use followed an equally predictable pattern. After getting rid of a night’s worth of pent-up urine each morning, Betty would wait until the end of lunch period to make her next bathroom trip at roughly 12:30 each day. She would empty her bladder, wash her hands, and have time to make her 12:35 class. Her next bathroom break would take place at 3:00pm, right after the final school bell rang. This way, she would never miss any class time, and could show up to her after-school activities unfettered by her anatomical needs. “Excuse me everyone, I’m going to go freshen up before class.” Betty delivered her customary line before standing up from the bench to go perform her daily ritual. “Wait up, Betty, I’ll come with you too!” Veronica said, getting up hurriedly with her Louis Vutton purse draped across her shoulder. Betty’s heart fell. Growing up, she had always been closer with guys than girls, and didn’t have much experience with bathroom buddies. What’s more, Betty had always felt awkward “going” in front of people, particularly given some of her prior experiences in the school bathrooms. Without trying to, Betty recalled a horrifying moment toward the end of last year. Like clockwork, she had come in after lunch to use the ladies room. That day, Cheryl and her cronies had been fixing their makeup at the mirrors, paying her no mind as she went into the stall to do her business. Her pee was standard, gushing forth from between her legs in a powerful stream that hissed as it touched the front of the porcelain and dribbled down into the water. As she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, she unintentionally relaxed a bit too much. The greasy burger she had eaten at Pop’s the day before made itself known with a rumbling in her lower gut, and before she could stop it… “BRAPPPP” A thunderous fart echoed off the bowl, serving as a coda to the urination which had tapered down into a weak stream. Betty felt her heart pound and her face turned a deep vermillion, praying that nobody outside would react. She wasn’t that lucky – Cheryl’s cronies cackled while the Queen Bee screamed in disgust that it smelled like a squirrel had died. As the stink of overripe meat engulfed Betty’s nostrils, she heard the door slam – cronies still laughing, Cheryl still screaming about calling an exterminator. She’d been too afraid to use the school bathrooms for weeks after that, and the memory was etched into her brain. But she couldn’t think of a reason to ask Veronica to stay back without sounding crazy, so she said nothing as her new friend followed her to the toilets. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty swung open the ladies’ room door with some trepidation, Veronica in tow. As she walked toward the stall furthest away from the door, she noticed that Veronica wasn’t following her. Instead, the buxom new girl had paused at the mirrors, leaning against the sink. Betty paused for a moment. “Oh, go ahead,” Veronica said. “I’d sooner die than eliminate waste on these Bates motel-esque toilets. I’m just here for the company.” “So you’re not going to use the school bathrooms at all?” Betty ventured. “No. We Lodge women have a great deal of bodily control, particularly over our more unsavory needs. Daddy made me sit through a dinner with the Ambassador to Belgium for 8 hours once without a single bathroom break and perform a dance after – I didn’t spring a single leak. I think I can wait long enough to use my private commode.” “Okay,” Betty said uncertainly, pushing open her stall door. Betty pulled down her red skirt and white panties. Though she would never speak to Veronica about it, Betty didn’t like sitting on the school toilets either. Instead, she hovered over the seat to avoid the urine spray from previous visitors. Nobody else was in the bathroom. Betty tried to relax. But, despite her consistency, Betty found that she couldn’t go. She was far too self-conscious knowing that Veronica would hear every movement and sound in this bathroom. Her face burned with shame as she remembered her Cheryl encounter. Even if Veronica was nice to her now, she was still a prissy girl at heart – she would be disgusted if she heard Betty going to bathroom in front of her. As Betty strained to expel her bladder, she found that she just could not get her stream started. After pushing on her pelvic muscles a bit more to no avail, Betty began to feel very aware of how long it was taking. As long as Veronica was there, she decided, she couldn’t relieve herself, and she was far too shy to ask Veronica to wait outside so she could pee in peace. Instead, she flushed the still clear toilet in defeat, unlocked the stall, and went out to wash her hands. Veronica was waiting at the mirror, inspecting her makeup as Betty duly applied soap and water. “I guess I’ll just have to come back later,” Betty thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time the bell rang at 3pm, Betty was dying for the bathroom. She didn’t want to ask to leave and miss risking any of her classes. But, she thought ruefully, it hardly made a difference. She hadn’t been able to concentrate in Biology, tapped her leg all the way through World History, and was discreetly grabbing her womanhood in Spanish. “I really underestimated the importance of routine,” Betty thought to herself. When the Spanish teacher finally said “Hasta luego”, Betty felt like kissing him. She had remained dry so far, but at this level of desperation, she knew her panties wouldn’t be pristine much longer. As she scurried to the bathroom, pressing her legs together, she ran into Cheryl and Veronica talking in the hallway. Betty tried to sidestep the conversation, but Cheryl noticed her. “Where are you off to Betty? Cheerleading tryouts started 10 minutes ago. You and your criminal floozy here are going to have to run to get changed.” “What are you talking about Cheryl,” Betty replied with alarm. “Class just ended!” “Yes, but I had penciled you in for 2:50.” Cheryl replied with glee. “Now come along, no dilly-dallying. Let’s see if you’ll make history as the first cheerleading whale today.” “Come on B,” Veronica said, clearly annoyed with Cheryl’s antics. “Let’s just play by her rules for now. I promise we’re going to smash these tryouts, and then that hipster Prince Harry will be all over you.” “Okay,” Betty said unsure. She was still aching to release her overfull bladder, but couldn’t admit that to Veronica, and especially not to Cheryl. Pushing her legs together a little tighter, she followed Veronica and Cheryl to the girls’ locker room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Dammit,” Veronica thought, “I could really use the little ladies’ room pronto.” Despite her earlier bluster about her bladder capacity to Betty, Veronica was still feeling the effects of not urinating for an entire school day. At her old school, the bathrooms had been immaculate. Veronica still saved her more “serious” business for home, of course, but she never had trouble peeing freely while talking with her friends about which boys they were dating and which clubs they would go to that weekend. But she had seen the Riverdale toilets, and the staff here simply weren’t keeping the toilets clean at a satisfactory level. “No,” she thought to herself, “I can hold it. I’ve held it for longer. I’m a Lodge woman, and I won’t let my body control me.” Veronica looked over at Betty. The girls were changing in to their loaner Vixen outfits for the tryouts, and Betty was taking quite a while. Come to think of it, Betty had been awfully fidgety since they got to the locker room, and Veronica noticed her casting longing glances over by the toilets. Veronica wondered if Betty was facing the same struggles that she was. “Well, she went at lunchtime, so I’m sure she’s probably doing far better than I am,” Veronica thought ruefully. Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew she couldn’t use the toilets now. Cheryl was standing in front of them, arms folded, as Veronica and Betty were changing. Thanks to Cheryl’s little stunt, Veronica and Betty were being forced to tryout well before any of the other girls. “That ginger Mean Girls wannabe has another thing coming,” Veronica thought. “Still, since we’re going so early, we should probably be fine. I’ll just perform, shine, and then make a beeline for it!” Just then Veronica heard a yelp. She and Cheryl turned her attention to Betty, who was doubled over and the source of the sudden sound. “Everything okay B?” “Yep! Just stubbed my toe. Almost ready!” Betty had finally gotten the skimpy cheerleader outfit on. Cheryl’s influence meant that the uniforms were far skimpier than the clothes Betty was wearing before, Veronica noticed. With a skirt that ended well above the knees, Betty looked far more in the mold of the typical Riverdale Vixen. Veronica was excited to show her new friend how to stand up to girls like Cheryl. She just hoped she was okay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty was not okay. After shuffling into the girls’ locker room like a water balloon filled to the brim, she had to change in front of Veronica and Cheryl. Worst of all, she couldn’t pop into the toilets without risking Cheryl’s wrath. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to go, she thought ruefully, as the last thing she needed was Cheryl hearing her use the toilets again. But putting on the uniform with an overfull bladder was an arduous task. Betty felt herself sweating despite the frigid gym locker air. Worse yet, she could have sworn that the moisture between her legs was greater than the moisture on the rest of her body. “I really hope I’m not leaking,” Betty thought to herself. As she bent over to tie her shoe, a sudden jolt stabbed in her urethra. She shrieked as she felt a spot of warm wetness trickle past her lips and land with a spot on her underwear. “Ah!” She told Veronica a lie about stubbing her toe when the latter asked about the noise, but Betty’s mind was elsewhere. She felt a dime-sized patch against her underwear, which were luckily hidden underneath the cheerleader skirt stopper. Yet, both her underwear and the skirt were white. “I hope it doesn’t show!” she thought nervously. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty and Veronica stood on the hardwood floor facing Cheryl. Veronica was staring daggers at the redheaded bombshell, while Betty tried her hardest to stand up straight without grabbing herself. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as Cheryl belted out instructions. “Betty, you’re up first. Please try not to embarrass yourself like last year.” “Gee, thanks Cheryl,” Betty thought to herself, but nodded back at the other girl. Betty limped over to where Cheryl was gesturing, willing the contents of her bladder to stay inside. She could still feel the wet spot against her genitals from the accidental emission earlier, cooling against her white panties. “Okay, Betty, here’s the deal. You’re going to have to perform a five-minute routine to a song of my choice. Soon, the rest of the girls will be here, and you and your extra friend will have to mingle and do some group exercises. Peachy keen, but knowing how brain-dead you are, I assume you’ll flunk this in the first minute.” Normally, Cheryl’s barbs would bother Betty more, but all she could do in response at this point was nod again. Her bladder felt as though it were on fire, and her cute white panties felt like they were sticking to her body. She had no idea how she was going to get through this exercise, but she would rather be caught dead than admit to Cheryl she needed a potty break. Cheryl would never let her live it down, and worse still, it would be embarrassing to show such weakness in front of her new friend. “Okay, go!” Betty tried to put all thoughts of her bladder away as the loopy electronic music came on. Just as she had practiced the year before, Betty pranced around the hardwood floor. Despite her very pressing need, she smoothly executed a series of kicks and jumps without too much trouble. “This is going pretty well!” Betty thought to herself, as she lunged into her next move. “The music is winding down, and I’ll be able to pop off to the bathroom soon.” “Now split!” Cheryl screamed, as the music came to a halt. Betty wasn’t expecting that; while she had practiced the standard cheerleading fare, she had only executed a split a handful of times. Even worse, she knew that the move would tax her ready to burst bladder. Still she had no choice, and grimaced as she jumped up and spread her legs. “Ta-da!” Veronica shouted in support as Betty’s legs hit the floor. But Betty could barely hear her. As her legs hit the floor, her bladder decided it had enough for now. With a jolt, Betty realized that the floodgates were loosened by the impact and decided to open. Her ass felt warm as a small puddle of urine flowed out of her tired urethra, pooling inside her underwear. Using all the self-control she could muster, she cut the flow off with a burning sensation lingering in her thighs. “It’s only a little bit,” Betty thought. “Nobody will notice.” Betty cautiously got up, and saw that she was right – there was only a tiny wet spot on the floor. At this point, though, she felt that she would definitely need to change her panties. “Luckily I can finally get in to the bathroom now!” Her heart sank as she saw all the other girls filing in from the locker room into the gym. Cheryl grinned. “Well, it looks as though Riverdale’s resident livestock has finally learned how to shake her flat ass. Betty dearest, one final thing for your tryout. Stand on the top of a pyramid so my girls and I can practice by holding up a blimp.” “I thought I was done Cheryl. Can I take a break?” “Absolutely not,” Cheryl said, “unless you want to forfeit here and now. The door is over there.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica watched as her friend nervously eyed the girls in charge of hoisting her up – Cheryl and one of her cronies. At this point, her own desperation had started to make itself more known. She was surreptiously grabbing at her vagina cloaked beneath her Victoria’s Secret thong, and prayed that the tryouts wouldn’t take much longer. Her bladder pulsated against the front of her uniform, and she felt far more bloated than was acceptable. “Are you ready, Betty dearest?” Cheryl intoned with mock sincerity. Betty gritted her teeth, tears starting to well in her eyes. Her legs were shaking of their own volition, her face felt hot, and her panties felt very damp. She was sure that the wet spot from earlier had tripled in size. But, seeing no choice in front of her, Betty made a noise of assent. “One, two, three!” Cheryl and the other girl lifted Betty up into the air. From this vantage point, Betty could see around ten other girls looking directly at her, including a rather shifty Veronica. Before Betty could process this, though, she felt her body drop slightly and squealed in surprise. “Oopsie!” Cheryl called out below, “you’re just so heavy, it’s hard to keep you up.” Betty disliked being on top of the pyramid due to a minor fear of heights. Cheryl’s sudden dip worried her, but she swallowed and steeled her nerves. Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Betty looked into the distance to keep balance. Cheryl, however had other plans in mind.” “Gosh, Betty, I think there must be a weight limit for cheering,” Cheryl exclaimed, playfully dragging Betty’s leg down before hoisting it back up again. For Betty, though, this was too much. Her overtaxed bladder, filled with eight hours of hydration, began issuing a stream from under her stained panties. It spilled forth in a clear arc, running down her leg and shooting out into space. Betty felt hot tears fall down her face as her urine ran down her leg at the top of the pyramid. Cheryl felt warm liquid running on to her head. She looked up to see if a sprinkler had broken, only to feel hot, light-yellow urine splash on to her red hair and drip into her eyes. “Ahhh!” she yelled, involuntarily dropping Betty out of surprise. The girl to her left, finding herself holding one leg and urinated on as well, dropped her too. The three girls crashed on the hardwood floor. Betty’s pee hadn’t stopped, with golden jets still squirting out into a puddle. Cheryl’s pristine red hair was now flat against her head, matted with Betty’s excretion. For her part, Betty silently sobbed, wondering how she would ever live out this embarrassment. The rest of the girls looked on in shock, until a sudden noise burst through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica had never seen anything so funny in her life. While she felt bad for Betty, the image of her pee dropping on to an unsuspecting Cheryl sent her into fits of hysteria. While the rest of the gym stayed silent, Veronica screamed out in laughter at the precise moment that Cheryl screamed out in frustration, and found that she couldn’t stop laughing. She gasped for air as the scene replayed in her mind – the Queen Bee of Riverdale getting pissed on during tryouts. Unfortunately, the scene was too funny. Veronica felt her knees grow week as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. Her muscles loosened involuntarily, and with sudden alarm, she realized that her own bladder was weakening. A single stream of urine ran down her leg. Unlike Betty, who had been hydrating all day, Veronica hadn’t had much to drink to avoid using the facilities. Now, bright yellow urine rained down into her white tennis shoes, staining them the color of daises, and a strong ammonia stink filled the air around her. “Oh my God, the new bitch is pissing herself too!” one of the other girls shrieked. It was true, Veronica’s pee had begun to puddle beneath her feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. The smelly amber liquid left an opaque puddle on the hardwood floor, and several girls stepped away from the kneeled over Veronica to avoid get their own feet wet. As Veronica felt her bladder void, her laughter turned to sobs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “So, I guess I have to transfer out of Riverdale now.” Betty and Veronica sat on the benches in the main Riverdale hallway, still in their messy clothes. Cheryl’s wrath had been too much to risk lingering in the gym for. “Well, I’m right there with you B. This might be the worst first possible impression a girl could make.” “Hey, at least we made the team.” Surprisingly, after screaming at them for ten minutes in front of the other girls, Cheryl’s anger cooled slightly. In a menacing tone, she told them that both of them were now Riverdale Vixens. “Yeah, but she said we only got on so that it would be easier to punish us.” Veronica laughed. “I told you we could get on. A Lodge always holds up her promises.” Despite herself, Betty began to laugh. With Veronica around and a spot on the River Vixens, this year was shaping up to be the craziest one yet.