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  1. This happened to me last week. I went to the hairdresser. It was a long walk, but I decided to save on the bus and walked. It was a very hot sunny day, and I was wearing a yellow skirt, a top and cute white thong. On the way, I was very thirsty, so I bought myself a can of cold, sweet soda. It was really hot outside. I drank the whole can by the time I got to the hairdresser. The soda was really tasty. While I was sitting at the hairdresser, I began to feel that my bladder was filling up with what I had drunk. Sitting in the chair while the stylist worked on my hair, I felt a slight pressure that made me squirm in my place. I was very pleased with the haircut I received. After thanking the hairdresser, I left, already feeling that my bladder was significantly full, but tolerable. I didn't go to the toilet at the hairdresser because I didn't want to. I felt that I could hold it a little longer. I could have taken the bus home quickly, but I wanted to walk around with a full bladder. I liked this idea. I live in a private neighborhood and I had to walk through the streets of private houses to get to my house. There are almost no people on the streets at this time, and there are a lot of bushes and trees. So, I knew that if I really had to go, I could go there. It's a lot of fun for me. I got halfway through fine, but the pressure in my bladder was becoming uncomfortable. By the time I reached my neighborhood, I really needed to go, and I had a hard time resisting the urge to turn into the nearest bushes. My stomach was bloated from the amount of soda I drank. My bladder was full. I felt uncomfortable going. I felt that I could walk home, but with difficulty. I had about 20 minutes to go. My bladder was begging for mercy. Perhaps I would have held it until home, but I was just too lazy for it. I doubted whether I should go or not, but when I turned onto a deserted street and realized that there was not a soul around, the temptation to go became too great and I could not fight it. I didn't want to put in the effort to hold it when I could go here and now. Why suffer for another 15 minutes when you can relieve yourself and have fun at the same time? I didn't have much time to decide, I had to act while no one was around. My bladder was full and made the decision for me. There were no bushes or anything on this street for me to hide, but I felt like I wanted to go right in that place. I can't explain why, but I had feeling that it was right. After making sure that no one was around, I simply stood at the side of the asphalt road. I could have chosen a spot with grass, but for some reason I wanted to go there, on the asphalt. I stood up, spread my legs wide, lifted my skirt and moved my white thong to the side. I couldn't hold it any longer. I drank too much soda. A violent stream of my urine rushed out with pressure, and I sighed with relief. I couldn't stop it. I stood in the middle of the road, undisguised, with my skirt up and my legs spread wide while my hot golden stream rumbled on the heated asphalt. I can't describe how good I felt. I wasn't afraid that someone would see me, because if I heard footsteps or a car, I would adjust my skirt and leave, and no one would suspect anything. It was so convenient. The street remained deserted when I finished. I was so glad that I relieved myself and wouldn't have to hold it in for the rest of the way home. I adjusted my thong and skirt and moved on, leaving the hot desert asphalt moistened with a large puddle of my urine 🙂 I took a pic of the puddle, but it was so hot that in the pic it had already begun to dry out. By the way, I got my skirt wet quite a bit from the stream, but since my skirt was a dark yellow color, the stain was almost invisible, and by the time I got home, it was almost dry. To sum it up: I got a nice new haircut, a delicious soda, and lots and lots of fun on the way home. It was one of the best days in a long time. I love summer because I can walk around my neighborhood and pee outside wherever I want. It's a lot of fun and brings me a lot of pleasure 🙂 I get excited just thinking about how much fun I'm going to have this summer. Can't wait to share it with you! Love everyone♥︎
  2. My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.
  3. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    This is a small scene from a doujinshi, but I can't remember where I found it. After this, the teacher blackmails her into having sex, so You're not missing anything important.
  4. From the album: [English] Random translated comics/images part 2

    She's bad with alcohol, but when you offered to escort her she decides to drink a little more than normal. She gets drunk and pees outside thinking it's the bathroom.
  5. It was a hot summer day. Kira was a girl who lived with her mom in a private house with a large area. There was also a large garden where vegetables and fruits were grown. Despite the fact that it was so hot that day, Kira's mom got ready to work in the garden and called Kira to help her. Kira agreed. While going outside, she thought it was a good idea to go to the toilet first, since she had drunk a lot of water due to the heat. But she no longer wanted to return to the house. Kira was sure that she will return if her need becomes desperate. The mom locked the house, because at that moment no one except her and Kira was home. Safety always comes first. It took a few minutes to walk from the house to the garden, the area was so large. In the end, mom and Kira came to the right garden bed and got to work. After some time of work, Kira felt that her bladder had become noticeably full. She ignored it at first, busy working as the pressure grew stronger by the minute. Kira didn’t want to get up and be distracted from work, but soon, squatting in the garden bed, she caught herself starting to squeeze her thighs. Her need was already becoming painful. She holded it until the last, but mom was not going to finish the work. Feeling that her urethra began to leak the first drops, Kira gave up. She stood up, shook her hands off the ground and, telling her mom that she needed to go to the toilet, walked towards the house. Kira wanted to start running to get relief as quickly as possible, but she didn’t want her mom to see her despair. While she was walking towards the house, Kira noticed how much her lower belly was swollen and protruding. She was wearing light pink shorts and a black crop top, her belly was exposed, so her swollen bladder was clearly visible. Her bladder turned out to be much fuller than she thought it would be while she was sitting. Kira so wanted to quickly get rid of the pressure inside, which was becoming acute, that she covered the last ten meters to the house almost at a run. Finally, she ran onto the porch and excitedly pulled the door handle, anticipating the soon desired relief. At that moment, Kira realized that she forgot to take the house keys from her mom, and her mom also forgot about them. The door was locked. As luck would have it, at that moment she felt the first strong spasm in her bladder. Cursing herself for her own stupidity, Kira bent in half, waiting out when the spasm will be over. Having no other choice, as soon as the spasm passed, she turned around and ran back to the garden. Running with a full bladder was quite hard. Several times along the way she had to stop, bend in half and squeeze her legs with force, waiting out when the next spasm will be over. Unfortunately, she did leak a few drops into her pink shorts, but it was unnoticeable. Damn, Kira regretted not going to the toilet earlier. She didn't expect her bladder to fill up so quickly. The mom looked in surprise at the despair on her daughter’s face. Kira told her about the keys. "Oh, wait a second, honey." Kira's mom began to rummage through her pockets. "I completely forgot where I put them." Kira didn’t want to show her despair, she was ashamed, but she couldn’t help but dance on the spot. Otherwise, she would have leaked more drops into her shorts. Her mother, as luck would have it, could not find the keys for a long time (as it seemed to Kira). In the end, when Kira had already clenched her teeth, she took out those damn keys and handed them to her. "You should have gone to the bathroom before we came here, Kira." Her mother said, but Kira did not listen. No longer caring about shame, she snatched the keys from her mom at that very second and immediately rushed towards the house. Along the way, Kira prayed to hold it. Her belly was completely overfull and she could hear the liquid gurgling in her bladder as she ran. Finally, overjoyed, Kira ran onto the porch, shuddering with spasms. She couldn't get the keys into the keyhole the first time because her hands were shaking. It took time. Kira swore out loud. She kept her legs clenched constantly and had to take breaks, bending in half. In the end, she managed to insert the keys into the hole, and she almost screamed with joy. Kira impatiently tried to turn the keys, but they did not move. They didn't turn around. She didn’t want to believe in her own bad luck, but after a few minutes of trying she realized that the lock was stuck. Their house was old, and this problem happened quite often with the lock. Kira didn't have enough strength to turn the keys. For a few seconds Kira wanted to cry. She realized that she had no choice but to go back to ask her mom come and help her open the fucking door. Her bladder needed to be emptied right then and there, and Kira doubted it could handle another walk to the garden and back. The distance was too much for her overflowing bladder. But, unfortunately, she had no choice. She didn't want to get her shorts wet and embarrass herself in front of her mom. She wasn't a baby girl, she couldn't wet herself. It would be wild. Kira even thought about taking off her shorts and squatting right in front of the house, but, as luck would have it, there was no ground or grass near the house, only an asphalt area. She didn’t want her mom to see the puddle when she would go to the house. Kira would die from shame. Having no other choice, Kira ran into the garden, holding her swollen belly with her hand and stopping every ten meters to cross her legs. About halfway through, the spasm turned out to be too strong, and a small stream escaped from her urethra for a second. Shocked, Kira was able to stop it, but she discovered a small but noticeable stain on the crotch of her shorts. A small dark spot on the pink fabric. Tears came in Kira’s eyes from shame. She couldn't believe it. She wet her shorts, even though it was a bit. She was very ashamed to show herself in front of her mom. But new and new urges in the bladder forced her to run further. Having reached her mom, Kira, having already forgotten about shame, squeezed her crotch with her hand to prevent a new stream from escaping. Seeing her daughter’s hand at her crotch, an almost invisible stain on her shorts, her red face and tears in her eyes, the mom immediately understood everything, of course. Kira's mom was shocked, but she did not look at her daughter with condemnation or disgust, only with pity. "The lock... stuck again." Kira moaned in despair before her mom could say anything. Her mom's eyes showed understanding of the situation. "Oh, honey." She nodded with pity. "I should have guessed. Why didn’t you tell me that your need was that bad?" Kira's mom did not take her eyes off her daughter's hand holding her crotch. Kira danced on the spot, realizing that she could not hold it for another minute. She was close to wetting herself. Almost crying, Kira realized that she would not be able to hold this to the house. It was already too late. The spasms in the bladder were too strong, and a new stream was coming. Hopeless, she was in despair, when suddenly... "If you had told me earlier, I would have let you pee here in the garden." Her mother said. "You can do it right now. There’s nothing shameful in it. I see that you can’t make it to the house, Kira." Kira thought she had heard wrong. Did her mom suggest she just... pee here? In the garden? "Just... here?" Not believing, she asked again, looking around the garden, squeezing her legs and feeling new drops bursting out. "But it's... not right." Kira felt ashamed when she thought about it. What if one of the neighbors sees her squatting and peeing in the garden? However, the fence around their garden was high enough not to worry about this, fortunately. Kira thought that she would die from shame if she sat down and peed here, in front of her mother, so she doubted it. The next second, a new spasm made Kira realize that she had no choice. Her mom was right. Kira thought that she would either sit down and pee or wet her shorts in front of her mom. The situation was hopeless. "Come on, my dear." Her mom said kindly. "I see that you’re about to wet yourself. Believe me, I sometimes allow myself to pee in the garden when I’m working here, if i don't want to go far into the house. It's natural and you have nothing to be ashamed of." Kira couldn’t believe that her mother allowed herself to pee in the garden sometimes, but she had no time to think about it. She couldn't hold it any longer. Her bladder was about to explode. "You can go there, honey." Mom nodded toward the thick raspberry bushes behind her. "I won’t see you, be sure." Kira didn't have time to doubt. Feeling like she was about to explode, she rushed towards those bushes, holding her hand between her legs. During this time, she again let a stream into her shorts, but it was less than a second. Kira ran into a small clearing overgrown with grass, which was among raspberry bushes. The mom turned her back to the bushes, busy with her work in the ground. Standing in a clearing behind the bushes, Kira removed her hand from her crotch and realized that a stream was coming out of her. She barely had time to pull off her shorts and panties while squatting down. The first seconds of the stream still got into her shorts, but she didn’t care at all. Spreading her legs wide and almost missing her bare ass on the grass, Kira released the stream at full power, pouring her golden liquid on the raspberry bushes. Her stream hit far and powerfully on the bushes, and she sighed loudly. The stream burst onto the grass with white foam, and the hissing was so loud that her mom could not help but hear it, being five meters from her daughter. But Kira didn’t care about that anymore. All she could care about at that moment was the overwhelming feeling of relief. The golden liquid continued to splash out of her with great pressure and foam onto the green young grass, forming a puddle on it. The ground did not manage to absorb it so quickly. Kira’s bladder took a very long time to empty, and every second brought her unreal pleasure. Finally, it was empty. Kira didn't have any tissues to wipe herself off with, so she rested her hands on the grass and shook her bare bottom, shaking the last drops from her crotch before standing up. Rising to her feet and pulling up her clothes, she looked down. The grass was covered in liquid, from the place where Kira was squatting to the bushes themselves. The puddle, already drying under the scorching sun, was huge. Kira's sandals were completely wet from her urine, but she wasn't upset at all, she was too happy about the relief. Feeling much better, Kira came out from behind the bushes with a smile on her face. Mom smiled too, turning around and looking at her daughter. "Are you feeling better now, my dear?" She asked as Kira crouched down next to her, going back to working in the ground. "Much better!" Kira answered, laughing. "I think peeing in the garden is a lot of fun, mom, what about you?" "I think so too, honey." Her mom said, continuing to work as if nothing had happened. Kira thought that next time she wouldn't have to go into the house just to pee. She would pee there, walking just a few steps away. It was a wonderful idea. P.S. Kira's shorts dried in the sun so quickly that she forgot they were wet 🙂
  6. Yuudachi being too embarrassed to pee alone asks oi to pee with her. Good thing too since yuudachi was desperate.
  7. From the album: [English] The Complete cocomachi/ここまち collection

    I was a little bummed out that there was no text for this comic, as I love this scenario. When I was thinking of what she could be saying this dialogue popped into my head, so I decided to just edit it in. Maybe you like, or maybe not. Just something I did on a whim.
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