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  1. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  2. I have a thing for duct taping myself up, and when I was playing with my duct tape a week or so ago, I had to pee VERY badly, so I decided to record the result of holding for a couple hours whilst taped up. LINK: http://motherless.com/0E88497
  3. A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future. === My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened? Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead. And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here? I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance. What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail? “Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!” I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts. “Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes. “You lost?” “Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it. “Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?” I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am? “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.” The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?” “I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.” I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now. “You want me to call the cops?” “N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!” She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?” “Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.” “Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!” She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.” “That sounds quite nice, thank you.” We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable. The odor of pee. “Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!” “It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.” She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself. “So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?” “Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.” “You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink. “I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.” “Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.” “That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?” “Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!” I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink. “I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.” “Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.” “Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?” “Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.” “Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?” I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me. “I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.” “I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. “What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me. “Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question. “Are… you… peeing?” “Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice. “In your pants?” “Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction. I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing. “What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?” “W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!” “You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.” “I… I…” “Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.” “Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation. “Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.” “So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?” “Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?” I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept? “Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look. “I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.” “You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm. I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.” “Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.” With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go. “So… you believe me?” I ask. Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?” I shake my head. “Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.” I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is… “If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“ “They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence. Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.” I nod slowly. “And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.” I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all. “It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.” “So I just wet myself right there?” She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.” I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor? Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.” I nod as if it’s obvious. “Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.” Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness. “You have to go right now?” I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”. “Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.” “N-No!” I protest. “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!” In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself. “So… just… go anywhere?” I ask. “Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.” Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react. “Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.” I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time. I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing. I am peeing on the floor. Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.” I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them. “You… all right?” Kendra asks. “I will be.” I say. “Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.” “Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs. Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.” She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles. Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough. I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met. After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on. “So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask. “Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!” “All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?” “Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.” “I see.” “Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.” I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here. “Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!” === It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house. “So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.” I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty. “You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again. “Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?” Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.” “At least that’s the same…” I mumble. “Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!” We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here. Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet… Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches. “So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?” “Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her. She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.” “And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.” “It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly. The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers? “You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world. Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that. “So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me. “Um, not really. What would you suggest?” “Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?” “The name sounds familiar.” “It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!” She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird. As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward. She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below. Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go. Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell? “All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long? Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.” “It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?” I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on. My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes. It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own. Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up. “Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.” I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them. “Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh. I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it.
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  5. I was just curious if anyone has any stories of being desperate or peeing at the doctor. Is anyone else excited by knowing you might have to give a sample? Or does anyone have a medical fetish that ties in with this? ?
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  8. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  9. Natasha Romanoff was in the kitchen drinking water and she saw her new friend Scarlet Witch passing by. So she went over to talk with her, Nat asked her how’s it being part of the Avengers? Wanda looked scared or worried about something, but she replied with “Yes it’s been very good and I like you a lot.” Nat was amazed because she actually liked her, she replied with “Thank you.” Just then Wanda was about to say something, but then she kept fidgeting. Wanda stopped and then she started wetting her leather pants, this was so embarrassing for her as Black Widow looked at her blankly, but in her mind enjoyed watching her wet herself. Wanda stopped and she was so scared that she could soil herself any minute now. She was to embarrassed that she didn’t say anything not even sorry, Nat loved this so much that she wanted Wanda to wet herself again for her entertainment rather than real desperation. Romanoff just then felt the urge to pee, she was happy Nat doesn’t have a fetish for wetting herself, she accidentally wet herself In the battle of New York by her lack of ability to hold her floodgates in. Nat realised that her desperation doubled and now she had to make her move. She didn’t quite feel like at good wetting, so she decided To use the bathroom like any other person. She went to the main bathroom, locked Bruce was in there, lucky there is more. She went downstairs with the lift and Hawkeye was in there, “Oh shit!” Natasha said, she then remembered the toilet near Iron Man’s working area. She made her way there but Tony was inside, she just remembered that there was also one just near the laundry hopefully Thor wasn’t in there. She made her way up the lift but when she was going up she lost a bit of control as she started to slightly pee her red panties, that was her first drop. She regained control and whispered to herself “Your a spy you shouldn’t have this problem when you need to pee.” When she became a spy they taught her how to hold her pee in for hours without any leakages and it seems like that her training is fading, her ability to hold so much and no accidents is running away. She even barely made it through the battle of Sokovia, she peed herself during the battle which to her she liked but still never gave her a fetish. When she got to the first floor where this next bathroom is and it was true exactly like what she predicted to happen came true, Thor was in it. She just remembered that her bedroom has a bathroom there, so she went back down using the lift. When inside she couldn’t help it but she dampened her panties a bit with her second squirt of pee which was thicker and more powerful to dampen her whole panties. She did regain control as the lift reached floor 2 (the bedrooms), she ran out but felt a small drop escape her clutches, so she slowed down. Nat opened her room and ran to the bathroom, she shut the door and start taking off her suit. Her built came off but her zip was stuck “Oh fuck!” She cried while moaning after “I’m, I’m, I’m going to wet myself!” She now was moaning non stop trying again and again with her stuck zipper. Just immediately after she moaned once more her body let go and her floodgates opened. She started peeing, hot piss running down her already damp panties through to her legs and down her black boots. She stood there enjoying her relief as this felt more warmer than any of the times she had an accident in mid battle. Once Ms Romanoff’s floodgates closed she opened her eyes and then loved wetting herself, she finally got a kink for it. Now she just wanted to keep it a secret, she even wounded if she told Scarlet Witch about this. Is thought she had a peeing fetish because she always acted weird and just had the right personality for it or maybe Nat was wrong and she didn’t have this fetish or any fetish more any matter. “Maybe she even discovered it when she peed in front of me earlier” Nat said, that could be right or it was just her imagination. Natasha Romanoff, who was once a Russian spy now an Avenger and pee lover too. To Be Continued...
  10. I was wondering, since it's the labia that break up the stream and make female urination messy.
  11. 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.
  12. Hey everyone. Just trying to get as many people as possible to say the funnest ways they like to pee/wet them selves :P hopefully the posts will give people fun ideas that maybe they hadnt thought of :) Mine is going on a long walk leaving the house bursting to pee wearing black leggings converse on my cute little bare feet and a nice top then just walking and walking until i burst soaking my self from crotch to toe :P hehe. Whats you're fave ways of peeing or wetting?
  13. I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4
  14. View File JAV – NHDTA- 389 - Dentist Diuretic Wetting Sex This is a 2 hour long JAV which features Japanese women in school uniforms going to the dentist. The crafty dental hygienist gives the girls a diuretic and they have to run to the washroom mid-checkup/cleaning. Several of them don’t make it and wet their uniform and panties right there in the dentist’s chair. There is often cleanup and in a number of the scenes the girls have sex with the dentist (or give oral… pun intended ;) The final girl, still under the effects of the powerful diuretic leaves the office and the camera follows her out into the street. She pops a squat but is being followed by a man, who leads her back to a room where they have sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/28/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
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    A Japanese video I found, and cut down to just the peeing parts. The plot seems to be something along the lines of a schoolgirl decides to strip and run through her school, but then gets caught by a guy. In the midst of being startled/embarrassed/aroused(?), she pees in front of the stranger. There are 4 girls total. Nudity warning, obviously.
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  16. The following story contains mostly male desperation. Lauren's Game ============ Lauren and Troy had only just arrived at the store, and already they were behind schedule. They had precisely 35 minutes to pick out a birthday present for their close friend Kate, check out at the register, and get back to the bus stop if they were to make it to the post office before closing. Even postmarked today, it might arrive a day late if the stars weren’t quite in alignment. “We don’t have a lot of time,” Lauren remarked as they proceeded into the store. She started at a clip toward the back corner of the store, housewares, which she thought would be the best place to start. Troy tried to keep pace. Before they’d even gotten ten steps past the entrance, the couple passed a door labeled “Women.” A moment later, “Men.” Troy attempted to seize the opportunity. “Let me just offload that soda I drank before we get into this,” he told Lauren, starting toward this latter door. Lauren checked her watch mischievously, feigning a small amount of annoyance. “Babe, we really have to find them a present and get to the post office. Can you just wait until we find something, and then you can pee while I’m paying for it?” Lauren was, perhaps, not being entirely honest in her motivation to delay him. The truth was she got a little bit of a rush, sometimes, trying to delay Troy’s bladder just a bit. She’d never told him, of course; and she was careful not to get carried away. But there was something exciting about knowing that her boyfriend was approaching a full tank. Besides, it really would be more efficient if he waited. Troy looked slightly annoyed at the suggestion---it’ll take sixty seconds, one could almost hear him thinking. And you were the one who encouraged me to get the large soda at lunch, he might add. But he didn’t protest. “Alright, where do we start?,” he asked, getting down to business. Lauren led her boyfriend to housewares, where they began perusing the options. Some scented candles? Lauren could scarcely concentrate on the options, what with all the excitement happening in her boyfriend’s pants. And her own pants. She could do with a visit to the little girl’s room herself. But if she’d done that, there would’ve been no way of stopping Troy from doing the same. And then the game would’ve been over before it even started. “Which of these candles do you like best?,” Lauren asked, indicating three that she’d pulled from the shelves. “They all look fine to me,” Troy told her, glancing at his watch, “Why don’t you just pick one while I pop off? I trust your judgment.” “Don’t you care about getting Kate a nice gift?,” Lauren teased him. “I want your input. And they’re scented---you have to actually smell them to make a decision. Here, this one’s called ‘Lemon Waterfall.’” She handed him a yellow candle. Troy reluctantly held it up to his nose. Lauren studied him for any reaction. She couldn’t pass up the chance to tease him just a little bit. That was part of the fun of the game---trying to appear innocent while being not quite. “That’s nice and summery, isn’t it? Like a great big pitcher of lemonade, sloshing around as it gets passed from person to person at an outdoor picnic.” “Yes, it’s nice,” was all Troy said in reply. He seemed less than fully enthusiastic. There was some ensuing discussion of the other scents, not all of which was contrived as part of Lauren’s game---it really was hard to settle on just the right item. “Ooh! Kitchen things,” Lauren shot off across the aisle, beckoning Troy to follow. Yet another set of discussions ensued. Troy remained unenthusiastic maintained a mostly patient demeanor as they considered a wine rack and various kitchen appliances, before ultimately circling back to a pair of scented candles. With the gift picked out and the two of them in line at the register to pay for, Troy indicated that he would pop off now to relieve himself. “Let me make sure I have my credit card before you disappear,” Lauren said, unable to resist delaying him just a little longer. As she dug through every compartment of her purse except the correct one, she wondered silently just how badly he needed to go. Probably not all that terribly badly. She herself was merely approaching the high end of uncomfortable; and past experience would suggest that she filled up faster than he did. Eventually, she relented and pulled out the card. They didn’t have a lot of time to get to the bus stop. With any luck, Troy would make it back in time to take over in line so she could empty her own bladder while he checked out. As much fun as she was having with her little game, she did not want to put their rest stop in jeopardy. The post office did not have a customer restroom; and, while she could probably hold it until they got home if she absolutely had to, it would not be a pleasant experience. Lauren studied Troy’s motion as he walked off in the direction of his relief, hoping for some clue as to just how much fluid was built up between his legs. She couldn’t help but imagine him carrying just as much as her own body did at that moment. He probably didn’t---probably wouldn’t have let her draw it out that long if it were that bad. But it was a tantalizing idea, every step reminding him just how full he was, the stream that would pour from his penis when he finally got to let it out. If only they weren’t under such tight scheduling constraints, she’d have been secretly hoping for a little bit of a line to delay him longer still. She pictured him shifting a little as penis after penis from the line in front of him lazily dribbled far less urgent loads into the urinals---loads that got addressed first because she hadn’t let him join the line when he’d first wanted to. But even if she had the power to somehow magically conjure such a line, this wasn’t the time for it. They had places to be. And she had her own stream that really needed to pour out. As if in answer to that thought, Troy rejoined her in the checkout line remarkably quickly. “All better?,” she asked him with a smile. “Closed for cleaning,” he muttered. “Oh, um...” Lauren blushed a little. Part of her felt a bit guilty. Troy could’ve peed when they first arrived if she hadn’t been playing games with him. But a larger part of her was rather enjoying the predicament---Troy had to keep resisting that pressure on his sphincter, that nagging tingle at the base of his penis that could only be held at bay for so long before it came out of its own accord. Her heart pounded in excitement at this image of Troy---such a big, strong man in such an uncharacteristically vulnerable state... Clutching his manhood, unable to control his own body. But what of her body? Lauren checked her watch. Less than ten minutes until the bus would leave, and there were still a couple people ahead of them in the checkout line. They didn’t have time for this. If she was going to pee, it was now or never. And she really did need it to be now. “Is the ladies room open?,” she tried to ask as gently as she could. “Yeah, it is,” he replied tersely. Lauren got a rush at the idea of wetting while Troy couldn’t. And it must have shown on her face, because Troy suddenly looked a bit cross. Maybe a little more sympathy over the men’s room had been in order before dismissing his need in favor of hers. Her bladder twitched as she weighed her options. Would it be wrong for her to go? The fact that she’d pressured him into this situation didn’t exactly earn her any karma points. But for her to go pee did seem like the logical course of action---at least to the extent she could think logically while delirious with the power of this fantasy playing out before her eyes. Based on historical data, she rationalized, he probably didn’t have to go as badly as she did. He could probably hold it for the rest of their excursion in a lesser state of agony than she would face if she were forced to wait---She wasn’t entirely sure she’d have made it home at all. She was in control for the moment; but an hour is a long time when your bladder is full. “Do you mind if I…,” her voice trailed off, partly embarrassed by her actions but mostly overwhelmed by the rush of the situation. She was asking for permission to pee. Permission she desperately needed. Permission that the universe refused to grant him. What if misery wanted company? Can you just wait, she imagined him throwing her own words back at her. But then she had the trump card in all this. She had access to the ladies room. “Yeah, go ahead, I’ll take care of this.” Troy gestured toward the register. “I’ll meet you out front.” Lauren walked quickly to the bathroom, only seven minutes left until the bus. In hindsight, she probably shouldn’t have dragged out the game so long. Sure enough, the men’s room had a sign propped in front of it. “Closed for cleaning.” The ladies’ room, however, was freely welcoming those endowed with the appropriate genitalia. There were other women in there; but---thank god---a free stall. 5 minutes to the bus. She shot inside of it and tore down her pants and underwear. Her bare butt hovering over the toilet, she peed as fast as she could. It was quite a stream, as was a common side effect of her keep-away game with Troy’s restroom access. But that too was part of the fun---both people holding. She shuddered in an almost sadistic pleasure at the thought of Troy’s own penis wanting to unleash a stream just like her own, wanting to feel that same sensation of it coursing down the line and out the exit. Lauren wiped as quickly as she could, indulged in only the most cursory of hand-washing, and shot toward the store-front bus stop still drying her hands with the paper towel. She threw it in a nearby trash bin just as the bus was pulling up. In continuation of the fates’ apparent cooperation with her fantasy, all of the bus seats were taken. They would have to stand, hanging on to the rail as they got jostled around. She really was starting to feel a little bit sorry for Troy. It was only supposed to be a little game. Still, her guilt notwithstanding, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this. Having had a much-needed pee mere minutes ago, her bladder seemed to remember exactly how it felt to be full, exactly what Troy must be feeling right now. But just how badly did he need to go? That sense of mystery made the whole thing even more exciting, as her good and mischievous sides each hoped for different answers to that question. It was enough, though, that he’d wanted to interrupt their shopping more than half an hour ago to address it. That didn’t sound trivial. As Lauren and Troy stood waiting on the bus, Troy reflected on the chain of events that had led to the present moment. Lauren was generally a very patient person; but unnecessary restroom breaks had long seemed to be the one exception to the rule. Today, they’d been under schedule constraints, so it was no surprise she’d been a little testy about any possibility of delay; but even during otherwise carefree days, a request for a rest stop seemed to garner the question “Can’t you wait?” even when he was fairly certain she must have to go too. (At least she was equitable in her impatience, Troy thought.) And so, as general rule, Troy tried not to request a break when it was only of the would-be-nice variety. If that was Lauren’s one major peeve, then he would try to accommodate it. When they’d first passed the store’s restrooms, it had not been urgent, but perhaps of the would-be-very-nice variety. He probably wouldn’t have asked if they hadn’t been walking right past them; but if she were really so concerned about minimizing interruption then surely that had been a reasonably efficient opportunity to address his filling bladder. And, clearly, she’d needed a break as well. But if it would make her happy, he’d reasoned, there was no great harm in holding it until checkout. Or so he’d thought. That closed-for-cleaning sign had come at a most inopportune moment. Part of him wished it had been the ladies’ room that was closed, just to give her a taste of her own medicine. But to be fair, she couldn’t have been expected to foresee that monkey wrench. Fair or not, though, Troy couldn’t help but envy Lauren’s freshly empty state as the contents of his bladder sloshed inside him with every bump and turn of the bus. It was going to be rough if he had to hold this all the way home. He tried to think through his options. The public front-end of the post office was quite small. He was fairly certain there was no customer restroom there. Maybe if he asked nicely they’d help him out? Or was it some kind of federal offense to let strangers back/ where the mail is? What about the surrounding areas? It was mostly residential, immediately around the post office. He could maybe try to find a secluded spot among some trees if he really had to. The other side of the street maybe had somewhere he could go; but it was a busy street and there weren’t any crosswalks in the immediate area. The most quickly-accessible semi-public bathroom was probably several blocks north. Can’t you wait?, he could almost hear Lauren objecting. But she’d had a chance to pee. She couldn’t very well object now. The bus came to a stop outside the post office, the change in motion very much registered by Troy’s bladder. He tucked his penis gently between his legs, squeezing his thighs together slightly to counter the sudden impulse to let it fly. After the two had disembarked and the bus pulled away, Troy resolved again to address the matter. “Hey, Lauren, I need to find a bathroom. What do you say we split up? You mail the package; and I’m just going to head down that way until I find something.” “I’d rather not---I can never remember Kate’s address,” Lauren began to object. “I can text it to you while I walk,” Troy countered. “Can you please just tough it out a little longer, babe? Then we’ll find you somewhere to go, I promise.” Troy was not thrilled with her resistance. He really did need to go. But it probably wouldn’t take long to mail the package. And call it idiotic male ego, but he didn’t much care for the idea of admitting things were getting urgent. He liked to project an image of being strong and in control. And for some inexplicable reason, she looked like she really, genuinely didn’t want to split up. How could he say no to those big, brown eyes looking up at him hopefully? Of course he’d hold it for her if that would make her happy. So he tensed his sphincter further still; and the two of them walked inside the post office. There was a short line, which they joined. Troy maneuvered himself behind Lauren’s back, giving his penis a brief squeeze. Lauren seemed very interested in engaging with him, though, and quickly maneuvered back into a side-by-side stance, putting her arm around his back. When they finally got to the front of the line, Lauren asked for a shipping box as Troy leaned against the counter, discreetly giving himself another squeeze. “You wouldn’t happen to have a public bathroom here, would you?” he tried to ask as casually as he could. “No, sorry,” the clerk replied, handing Lauren the box and a mailing label to fill out. Troy grimaced a little. His lower abdomen was getting quite swollen. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to tough it out. Lauren filled in the return address and the recipients name, and then slid it over to Troy to fill in the details. “What was it? Oak street?,” she asked him. “Pine street,” Troy replied, reluctantly pulling his hand away from crotch in order to accept the pen she was handing him. “Right, Pine street...” She put her arm around him again. He could help but bounce a little as he filled in the address. His bladder felt so swollen. He hoped she’d mistake it for nervous energy. With their mission finally accomplished, the two emerged from the post office a mere ten minutes before closing---just in time. “I’m just going to pee in the woods,” he told Lauren, trying still to make it sound like a matter of convenience rather than absolute necessity. Internally, however, he was getting quite frantic. “You sure you don’t want to just hold it until we get home?,” Lauren couldn’t resist asking, “The bus will be here any minute.” Troy curtseyed a little. A small spurt escaped from his penis. His hand shot back down to his crotch, squeezing tightly to stem the flow. “No, I think I’d better not,” he told Lauren, blushing slightly, and went off toward the trees without waiting for a response. He was trying not to admit it to her, but he was out of time. “I’ll come stand guard,” she chased after him. His fly was unzipped the moment he reached the tree line. As he hobbled into the woods, he withdrew his penis, squeezing it tightly in his hand as he tried to make it a few steps further. A long spurt shot out of him uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. In another step, he’d given up entirely, letting it flow furiously, leaning against a tree for support as his whole body nearly buckled from the relief. The hissing sound was something incredible. Lauren circled around to get a view of the action. One would think he had a gallon inside of him from the way it kept pouring out of him. All because she asked him to hold it for her. Her heart pounded in her chest. After his stream slowed, first to a trickle and then to a sputtering stop, Troy put his penis away and rezipped his fly. A tiny wet patch remained as a reminder of his struggle. He tried to adjust his pants so it would be less obvious. “You looked like you really need that,” Lauren remarked, drawing excitedly closer. “Yeah, well…,” Troy tried to think of a way to brush it off. But Lauren didn’t want it brushed off. She put her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him passionately. Today’s game had gone far better than she’d expected.
  17. The following is a variation on a theme I previously employed in Mark and Stacey in the Big City. It contains both male and female desperation and peeing, as well as more graphic/explicit content than the Mark and Stacey story. (Nothing approaching intercourse of any kind, but certainly more of a sexual spin.) Will and Ashley's Shopping Trip ========================= Will and Ashley sat in the food court of the student union, grabbing something to eat before the night's shopping trip. Ashley had been looking forward to a special extended-hours, late-night sale that evening at Annabelle's, a high-end women's clothing shop that was normally rather outside of her budget. To Will, of course, going clothes shopping with his girlfriend was not the most exciting of all possible outings; but Ashley didn't want to miss the sale and preferred not to go out alone at night. So she'd talked him into joining her. She promised him she'd figure out all of the logistics, which really only amounted to a twenty-ish minute bus ride taking them a few towns over. All he had to do was show up. She'd even buy him dinner before they left. It was for that reason that the two were each now enjoying a burger and fries and a large cola. “Maybe you'll find something you'd like me to wear,” Ashley suggested playfully as she pulled out her phone to check the time. “Maybe,” Will replied with a grin. Sensing that his soda had begun to make its presence known in his bladder, Will shifted to more practical considerations. “I should hit the bathroom before we go,” he remarked, getting out of his chair to address the matter. Ashley interrupted his plan, though, with a sudden discovery. “Shit, is it 8 o'clock already? The bus leaves in one minute. We gotta go,” she told him urgently. And the two set off at a half jog to the bus stop out front, tossing their food wrappers in the trash can without so much as breaking stride. Sixty seconds later, Will and Ashley were sitting on the bus that would take them to Annabelle's. “That was close,” Ashley breathed a sigh of relief as the bus pulled back onto the street moments after they boarded. “This bus only runs every few hours,” she explained, “We'd have missed the whole sale if we didn't catch it now.” “Wouldn't that be a shame,” Will joked. “You won't say that if you find something sexy for me to wear,” she smiled back. She was primarily on the market for clothing of the variety she could wear in public; but if she should happen to encounter something particularly agreeable for the bedroom then she wouldn't necessarily pass it up. As the bus meandered down the street, Ashley's thoughts turned toward their missed restroom opportunity. She felt a bit responsible for cutting Will off before he could relieve himself. She really should have been watching the clock more closely. But they could both address that as soon as they got to their destination---Ashley's bladder was sending its own signals that a chance to empty itself would be most welcome. After the bus came to rest at their stop, Will and Ashley disembarked and headed toward the entrance to Annabelle's. It was an older building of modest size, separate but not far removed from the more modern-looking mall that formed the remainder of the surrounding shopping center. The mall itself was closed at this hour; but, true to its advertisement of tonight's sale, Annabelle's was still lit up in welcome of customers. The act of walking drew Will's attention back to the volume of fluid building between his legs. It wasn't urgent quite yet, but he was definitely approaching a full tank. “Do you think we could find a restroom before we start shopping?,” he asked. “Definitely,” Ashley agreed wholeheartedly. “I really have to pee too after all that soda---I'm sorry I didn't keep a better eye on the time before.” Some part of Will secretly enjoyed hearing Ashley say that her bladder was quite full. He had never admitted it to her, but in his mind there was something rather erotic about a beautiful woman who needed to go. Maybe it was the vulnerability. Maybe it was the dutiful submission, even when it wasn't easy, to societal rules about when and where it was permissible to go. Whatever it was, though, that small part of him secretly wished he could delay her just a little longer, make her hold it until she was done shopping. If only his bladder weren't so full too. But, then again, there was something kind of special about knowing she was feeling precisely the same thing. The fullness of the lower abdomen, the tingling of the genitals, the body's impulse to let it flow clashing against the mind's impulse to hold it until the appropriate time. There was something vaguely intimate and exciting about knowing those sensations were shared. As they made their way to the back of the store, Will and Ashley came across a customer service desk. Just next to it, a door labeled “Women's Restroom” beckoned Ashley with the promise of relief from those joint sensations. But she felt a responsibility to make sure Will was taken care of before she left him to attend to her own need. He'd come along on this trip as a favor to her; he'd been the first to declare that he needed to go; and it was her faulty timekeeping that was the reason he hadn't gotten to a bathroom already. She wasn't about to pop off selfishly now as though her bladder were more important than his. At the very least, she'd make sure he was pointed in the right direction first. Perhaps she'd even walk with him to wherever it was, to make up for the bus-timing hiccup. She didn't see a men's room here, though. Maybe it was at the opposite corner of the store. “Where's the men's restroom?,” Ashley asked the girl behind the counter. “Sorry, we don't have one,” the clerk replied. She started to open her mouth again as though to continue speaking, but hesitated. “We normally direct male customers to the restrooms in the main mall,” she explained after a moment's pause, “but I guess they wouldn't be open this late.” “How can you have a ladies' room but not a men's room?”, Ashley asked. “I didn't design the building,” the clerk told her, her hands trying to wave away any responsibility for the situation. “Well, can he just use the ladies' room then?,” Ashley asked, gesturing at Will, trying to think of some way around this absurd situation. The clerk shook her head, summoning a sympathetic look that Ashley was quite sure was completely fake. “I'm afraid that's against store policy.” This put rather a monkey wrench in Ashley's relief plan. The two walked away in a combination of annoyance and disbelief. They asked a couple other employees---surely this couldn't be right---but all gave the same answer: No men's room here. Nowhere for Will to let it out. But if Ashley would like to use the ladies' room then it would be no trouble at all. “Can you wait until we get back to my place?,” Ashley asked him, flabbergasted that such a situation could even exist. “The next bus will be here in less than two hours.” Two hours, she thought to herself, I say it as though it's a short time. “Um, maybe...” Will replied, unsure of himself. He was already getting pretty uncomfortable, that tingling feeling in the base of his penis pestering him for permission to let things flow. But it seemed he didn't have much choice---at least, not unless he wanted to pee outside in plain view of everybody. And that was not an option he was eager to embrace. “Well, do you want to go, at least?,” he asked Ashley, trying to maintain some measure of decorum. “When they won't let you go?,” she replied with the appropriate hint of outrage in her voice. “No, that wouldn't be very fair,” she told him, “I'll hold it in too.” Although, logically, Ashley's decision did nothing to resolve his situation, Will found her solidarity to be surprisingly heartening. They were in this together. Two bladders fighting side by side to hold back the flood. And even if needing to go himself wasn't quite the fantasy he'd had in mind earlier, the fact that Ashley's needed it too at least promised to make this a lot more entertaining than the dull shopping trip he'd originally expected. “Aww, thanks,” Will said, giving her a hug to thank her for the support. His hand wandered briefly to her firm buttocks as he undressed her in his mind. He pictured her legs, squeezed together just a bit more tightly than usual, her pubic region bulging just the tiniest bit, made firm by the contents of an expanding bladder that begged to unleash itself in a forceful stream from her vulva but was reluctantly kept at bay out of sympathy for his penis that wanted so much to do the same. He wondered how far that solidarity would go. Would she really hold it all the way home for him? Could she? He knew from experience that Ashley could hold an astonishing amount of pee. He'd never summoned the nerve to ask to be present for the unleashing of said volume; but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't wandered a bit closer to the bathroom door than was strictly necessary on a particular occasion when she'd offhandedly admitted to being somewhat desperate. And the memory of what he'd heard through that door was not helping to distract him from his situation. It had been a strong, steady flow that seemed to last for nearly a minute. Even so, though, two hours was an awfully long time to hold a full bladder, for either of them. Ashley tried to distract the both of them by wandering through the racks to see what was on sale, trying to keep a conversation going about what would and wouldn't look good on her. She went into the fitting rooms to try on some items that she would never buy, but were tight and/or revealing enough to at least give Will something to distract him from the increasing distress signals he was clearly receiving from his overfull bladder. Her own sensation of fullness was becoming equally distressing. It felt a little unnatural, holding all that liquid inside of her when there was a bathroom she could use not fifty feet away. And with every dressing and undressing motion, her bladder reminded her of that fact. She wanted so badly to just let it out. But she felt responsible for them not having had a chance to pee back at the union. And the unfairness to Will seemed almost unforgivable. He needed to go too; and the idea of leaving him behind as she waltzed into the ladies room tugged at her conscience. It wasn't as though she'd never envied Will's male advantage as she stood in line to pee while he sailed through the men's room. But the injustice here went beyond that. They outright didn't have a men's room, as though men were some kind of animal that didn't deserve to be treated as human beings, as though having a pair of tits made her a member of a privileged class that deserved to pee while he didn't. She didn't like the message that sent to Will. And she didn't like what using that ladies' room would say about herself. If the store didn't have a bathroom they could both use, then for all intents and purposes it just didn't have a bathroom at all. As she slipped out of a tight black dress that actually looked quite nice on her---she'd probably have seriously considered buying it if she weren't so angry at Annabelle's at this point---the pressure behind her urethra seemed to reach the tipping point. This was no longer merely unpleasant; she was running out of time quickly. Her body begged her to just stop fighting it. Her bladder spasmed in insistence that the time had come for release. And it took every ounce of her strength to keep it all from pouring out of her right then and there. She needed more than anything to run into that bathroom and piss. Will needed it too, no doubt, but what was she supposed to do? She imagined they were together in one of the bathroom stalls, their bodies naked and exposed to the cool air. She imagined Will squirming, shifting, squeezing his penis to fight the exact same losing battle that she was, to stem the flow that wanted nothing more than to just gush from their bodies. And she imagined making him watch while she hovered over that toilet taking the piss of her lifetime. She'd never thought of peeing as an erotic experience, but some part of her found this little fantasy surprisingly appealing. She pictured Will cringing at the start of her thick stream, desperately doubling over as the sight and sound of it triggered a me-too response in his tortured penis. Can't I go too?, Imaginary Will seemed to ask. Not allowed, Imaginary Ashley shook her head. I'll wait until you're done, Imagine-Will pleaded, his hand over his crotch as he hopped from one foot to the other like a small child; I'm trying to hold it like you said but I don't think I can wait much longer. Imagine-Ashley gave him a sympathetic look. I know it's hard but this toilet isn't for you, she told him; and she just kept peeing. The tiniest drop of urine escaped into Ashley's panties, pulling her back from this strange, masochistic fantasy her mind had built. Did she need to pee so badly that she was becoming delirious? She would never treat another person like that---and, of all people, certainly not Will. But as she hobbled out of the changing room to rejoin him, was the course of action she was contemplating really so different? He wouldn't be in the bathroom with her, granted. He wouldn't have to watch. But if she went in there then it still boiled down to I'm-going-to-pee-and-you-can't. It would be wrong.... Right? No matter how badly she had to go, it wasn't as though he didn't need it badly too. What if he didn't need to go anymore? What if she suggested he go piss outside while she used the bathroom? Would that be fair? Or at least as fair as she could make it? She pictured Will hobbling through the parking lot by himself, trying to find some semblance of privacy while she peed in the relative comfort of a proper restroom. No, that wouldn't do. It was her fault that he was even in this situation, her lousy timing with the transportation schedule. What if they both peed outside? That would be fair, wouldn't it? If she had to pull down her pants and expose her butt for the world to see and be just as vulnerable as he was---more so, in fact---then that would make it even, wouldn't it? A bathroom for both of us or none at all, she remembered her previous resolution. It had sounded better when the plan was to hold it until they got home. God, she'd give anything for just two minutes in that ladies' room. She bit her lip, casting a desperate look in its direction. Will sensed what Ashley was thinking. It wasn't hard to guess. He'd watched her go from uncomfortable to downright desperate during the course of the evening, all in the name of being fair to him. And as much as Will had secretly enjoyed watching her squirm, he cared too much about her to let the torture continue any longer. Yes, he urgently needed to pee. But so did she. And at this very moment, it seemed clear that she couldn't hold it anymore and he could---if only for a little while longer. And, as much as she'd tried to take a principled stand against it, the fact of the matter right now was that she had a chance to go and he didn't. They were both going to have to figure something out before they caught the bus, anyway---it wasn't as though either of them were going to make it home in this condition. Under the circumstances, they might as well start with her. “Go ahead, it's okay,” he told her. “You can pee; I'll wait here.” “But I promised we were in this together,” Ashley objected unsurely, curtseying slightly as a thousand ambivalent thoughts continued to race through her mind. “And you've made a more than reasonable effort to uphold it,” he assured her. “But there's no sense in both of us having an accident. Besides,” he tried to play it cooler than he actually felt, “I can hold it a little longer; we'll figure something out for me when you get back.” Ashley sensed that Will was nearer to his limit than he was letting on. It wasn't fair to leave him. It wasn't fair to take advantage of this gross injustice of opportunity. Still, she felt as though a torrent of piss were going to come shooting out of her at any moment. Surely solidarity had its limits, she told herself as she poised herself to abandon her desperate boyfriend. “Ohmygod, thank you,” she kissed him. She wanted to hold it for him, she really did. But, to the close observer, her pants already had a small wet patch. And there was no way she was going to make it home without that small patch turning into a very large one. “I'll be super quick,” she promised, grateful for his understanding. “And then the second I'm done we'll figure out somewhere you can pee”, she added emphatically, shooting off toward the bathroom before Will could even respond. Ashley entered the restroom to find its only stall occupied and three more women already waiting ahead of her. Fuck, she thought, this is not what either of us needed right now. She imagined Will, pacing around anxiously outside, not knowing the reason for the delay. She thought about popping back out to tell him; but another woman joined the line behind her. She couldn't afford to give up her spot now. “Any chance I could cut the line?,” she implored those ahead of her with a pained expression that carried the weight of both her need and Will's. Meanwhile, Will was trying his best not to resent her. The bathroom disparity wasn't her fault, he reminded himself. And she'd made a more than honest effort to stand by his side. The sentiment had been every bit as touching as the act had been exciting for him. Still, there was something surprisingly rattling about the power imbalance that started the moment she stepped into that bathroom. He couldn't help but picture what Ashley was doing in there---what she could do and he couldn't. He imagined her jiggling a bit with anticipation as she fashioned a seat cover out of toilet paper; pulling her pants and panties down in a single, fluid motion. For half a moment, the thought of her exposed hind end---one of her sexiest physical attributes, in his opinion---actually managed to distract him. As a carnal impulse flicked though his mind, he wished he could be in there with her. Then, as a spasm of his bladder pulled him back to reality, he remembered an altogether more pressing reason that he really wished he were in there with her right now. The Ashley of his imagination began to piss with a fervor that sent his hand down to his crotch, squeezing his penis to resist the impulse to do the same. He imagined the roaring stream that he'd once heard through a bathroom door, the even greater roar that must have been pouring out of her desperate body at that very moment---and with his blessing, no less. She really needed it, he tried to remind himself. I do too, his penis seemed to reply as a small drop of urine escaped. In the real world, Ashley's endeavor to empty her bulging bladder was going a bit less picture-perfectly than Will's imagination had painted it. The women in front of her were eager to return to the night's shopping and had been less than fully sympathetic to her pleas. What's more, the line hadn't budged an inch since she'd first joined it. Even if they had let her cut, she'd still just be waiting outside that stall. She tapped her foot anxiously. She was pretty good at holding it, but she'd never had to pee this badly in her life. And every second that she waited made her feel that much more guilty for having left Will alone out there. She got him into this situation; and now he was just waiting, patiently, while she basically taunted him by extricating only herself from the predicament---getting ready to piss a river out of her vulva while his poor cock wasn't allowed to do the same. “Do you have any idea where someone could find a men's restroom around here?,” she asked a younger women, a store employee, who stood behind her in the line. Will's imagination, meanwhile, painted her furious stream slowing only slightly as her face relaxed into an almost orgasmic expression of relief. He longed for the feeling of that stream passing through his own urethra. Why had he told her it was okay to go? It was one thing to be desperate together; but to be in this state alone? For her to stroll out of that bathroom in a state of utter relief, no longer able to truly sympathize with his need? No longer having any vested interest in finding somewhere he can take the most desperately needed piss of his life? Able to go back to her shopping, even, if she wanted to, and leave him to fend for himself? He imagined her stream finally slowing to a stop after a short eternity; imagined her gathering a portion of toilet paper to wipe herself; imagined her pulling her pants back up over that amazing ass, buttoning them in front of an abdomen that no longer ached to unleash the torturous load that he still carried. He imagined wistfully the feeling of a freshly-emptied bladder. There was nothing in the world quite like having a pee when you really, truly needed it. His resentment increased as he stood there, still waiting, imagining her to be washing her hands now. Then drying her hands, slowly. This is what she calls 'super quick'?, he thought with mounting irritation. He was running out of time. What's plan B?, he asked himself, surveying the area. The only option, of course, would be to go outside, to try to find a semi-secluded spot amongst what was otherwise a giant expanse of parking lot that offered rather little protection. God, how long does it take Ashley to pee?, Will wondered, oblivious to the line in which Ashley stood just as desperately as he paced outside. It would be nice to have her along as a lookout; but at this rate he was going to run out of time before she got back. He shuffled his feet, adjusted his pants. He needed to go. Will was running out of patience. He felt abandoned, angry, violated. His mind kept wandering back to the image of that deluge of pee gushing from between Ashley's legs, the same river that he was supposed to keep pent up just because she'd dragged him to the most idiotic store on the face of the planet. He couldn't help but imagine turning the tables on his leisurely-peeing partner. His mind painted the picture of a room that somehow contained nothing but a urinal---a very small urinal, a tiny cut-out in the wall, something no woman could ever hope to contort herself into such a shape as to utilize. Something that was just his. And he'd pee into that pathological urinal as she stood there, naked, watching, one leg crossed in front of the other to stem the flood that now he could release and she couldn't. Isn't there anywhere I can pee?, Imagine-Ashley gave him a pathetic look as she twirled around slowly in search, giving him a view of her now-bouncing butt as she tried desperately to hold it in. No, this is the only place, Imagine-Will replied. And he stepped back just a little bit further from the urinal so she could clearly see his stream arcing through the air. Just then, Ashley emerged from the ladies room that had so cruelly taunted Will while he waited. “Get lost in there, did you?,” Will couldn't help but remarking. It wasn't like him to be short with her---with anyone, really; but this particular combination of an extraordinary need to pee coupled with the knowledge that his own girlfriend had been doing exactly that in this no-men-allowed oasis of a room would be a trying situation for almost anyone. “I know, I'm sorry, follow me, I have a plan,” she spoke in rapid-fire, not breaking stride as she led him out an emergency-exit-only door (puzzlingly, and despite the sign's promise, an alarm did not sound). He followed her around the back of the building, an area surrounded by parked cars and people loading their purchases. This is her brilliant plan?, Will wondered; but Ashley was moving so quickly at this point that he couldn't voice his criticism and keep up with her at the same time. He had to pee so badly that even walking seemed to require an extraordinary level of concentration. They rounded yet another corner, and Will saw still more parked cars, more people, and a combination-locked gate---none of which exactly fill him with hope. But without hesitation, Ashley grabbed the lock, turned it to the number 12, flipped it sideways, and gave it a sharp smack against the gate. To Will's surprise, it popped right open. Ashley hurried him inside, pointing to a small storm drain in the cement. “There,” she said quickly, one hand pointing to the drain while the other closed the door and held it shut. “Pee there.” Will, grateful now and feeling just a little sorry for his crankiness a moment ago, didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out his penis and tried to pee, still huffing and puffing a bit from the walk to the blessed storm drain. He struggled for a moment, as though his system had been holding it for so long that it couldn't understand it was okay to go now. “It's okay, just relax and breathe slowly,” Ashley coached him, speaking more slowly now. Will tried to collect himself; and after an embarrassingly long pause (“It's okay, just breathe,” Ashley reiterated) a slow trickle and, eventually, a strong stream flowed from his member into the drain. Ashley bounced a bit from one foot to the other, as though anxious for something; but Will was far too distracted to take notice. Eventually, his stream died down. He stopped, paused a moment, started up again, stopped again. “All done?,” Ashley asked him in an anxious tone that Will was again too preoccupied to pick up on. He let out one last spurt, zipped up his fly, and declared “Yes, all done.” “Good, stand here, hold the door shut,” Ashley instructed him, slipping back into her rapid-fire rhythm. “Okay...?,” Will replied, holding the door shut in a fashion that more nearly resembled collapsing against it in relief than deliberately holding it shut per se. But it got the job done. Will returned his gaze to Ashley only to see her pull her pants and underwear down to her shoes in a single motion so quickly executed that it was scarcely more than a blur. In another blur, she was hanging onto a support rail, beginning to unleash a torrent of piss that put Will's to shame even before gravity had finished pulling her into position. “I thought you did that already?,” Will asked, confused and at the same time transfixed by the most amazing view he'd ever seen. That girl could pee like a champion. “The line was too long,” Ashley explained. “Besides,” she grinned, still peeing furiously, “I promised I'd hold it in until we could both go.”
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    I did one last adventure through my favorite Tumblr accounts and found these videos. These are the diaper and age play videos I managed to find. These are the last ones to make it onto the helicopter, the rest didn't make it. ***Contains Nudity*** Enjoy, Rach
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    Naoko Enjoji was raised in a home of wealth and luxury. Suddenly, she was uprooted by a condition for her schooling: "The mistress will experience life in my hometown." Naoko had to live like Charlotte, her lowly mansion servant, to learn humility and survival. This was her condition. Naoko was confused and uncooperative at first, but Charlotte was able to persuade her. So began Naoko's life of survival in the countryside. Train fare was 15800 yen. If Naoko wanted to go home, she had to scrape together the money. Until then, she and Charlotte were out here on their own... Explore the mountains, towns and village! Collect garbage, fish the rivers! * GAME * Play as protagonist Naoko Enjoji, a wealthy girl in an unfamiliar rural setting. Sell fish! Sell discarded items! Eat and drink and stay alive, and level up! Money is hard to come by! You're not a thief for salvaging cardboard and junk. But you are if you steal from homes! Decide what's important based on basic needs and urges: your stomach is growling with hunger; you need to pee and poop; you like to be naked but indecent exposure is a crime!; you want to have fun at night, but it's dangerous!!!H scenes help you adapt (raise your level) in certain skill areas. You can kill bugs and animals for experience, and you can efficiently level up by doing activities on the island. Adapt to improve "ecchi skill" and extend "underwater diving time". * RURAL LIFE * There are several gauges you'll want to keep in balance: stress, strength, fullness (stomach), hydration, and two wastes (poop, bladder). Depending on your situation, you may suffer various bad statues: inability to fight, criminalism, hunger, food poisoning, stomach pain, stress, dirtiness (mud), dirtiness (semen), soiling/incontinence. * No matter who else is in your party, if Naoko's strength reaches 0 in battle, it will be a game over after hte battle, so watch out!
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