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  1. 3,525 downloads

    A JAV featuring many clips of schoolgirls playing some kind of sports who find the bathroom stall locked and are forced to relieve themselves on the floor. Most pull down their panties and squat, a few go right through their panties, and some others let go standing up. More screenshots on the official site (English version).

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  2. Hermione Granger couldn’t sleep it was 1:00 AM and found out she had to pee in bed. She ignored her urge and went back to sleep, she wakes up ten minutes later she peed the bed. Ginny heard the sound of her pee wetting the sheets, she walks over to her bed and tells her something if she can’t fall asleep she masterbates in her bed waiting for her to piss the bed, she tells Hermione to take off her wet pyjamas. Hermione took off all her clothes she slid under her sheets with Ginny and she told her to play around with her pussy by squeezing it very tight, stroking it to make it uncomfortable and stretching it making her relief worse. The two naked girls keep doing this and finally wet the bed with their hot golden warm pee as the feel of these makes them sleep together naked in a very warm bed. That was 1:19 AM. It was the next day Hermione and Ginny were the only two girls up as they both walked naked to the common room bathroom, where they peed in the sink while brushing their hair. The two girls finished and cleaned off their wet hairy pussy as they both got dressed. They wore only on Mondays pantyhose as the girls and the other girls woke up and got dressed. They all sat down in the great hall and ate breakfast, a house full of boys and girls sitting on each table. Ginny had a big crush on Harry Potter but was too shy to tell him because she thought that he wouldn’t want a girlfriend or even wife who loves masterbating and wetting the bed. They finished by Dumbledor’s speech and let them go to all classes. Hermione drank so many orange juice is when she got to Professor Mcgonagall’s class she already had to pee. Hermione did not put her hand up and say please professor can I go and use the bathroom, she sat there quitet and used magic to make her bladder not open and peeing herself. The period was over and just one more to go her bladder was now fine just like before she sat on her spot in the classroom, next was charms. Today they learnt the spell Aguamenti (which is the water spell), these was very bad for her bladder especially when she could hear jets coming out of their wands and the sound of water could not help her hold her pee in for after the lesson, the period ended. Hermione caught up with Ginny and both have been holding the pee in from the two periods before now, they both walked to the only bathroom that no other girl uses and that is Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. Hermione and Ginny comes very day to wet themselves everyday peeing on the tiles wetting their panties, pantyhose and skirt. They wait until their pee comes out and wetting themselves, they both feel a squirt of pee come out and dampening her panties and pantyhose. They let another one come out from their hairy pussy as this one makes her panties more wetter and more streams of pee runs down their legs into their socks. They let it go and they freely let her bladder open and pee themselves as the girls feel the warmth of their pee wetting her skirt, panties and running down their legs wetting their pantyhose. Moaning Myrtle missed being alive and being able to touch her hairy pussy and masterbate. Hermione and Ginny leave and say goodbye to Myrtle and clean themselves that it doesn’t look like that they had an accident and processed to the great hall to eat lunch.
  3. Hey guys! I'm Scarlett! So - Rolo's got a major case of artist's block - and I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could give me something to do! This way we both get entertained! So - what should I do first?
  4. Version 1.0.0

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    So I cropped these from two much longer films (4hr+). The basic premise is Japanese girls in cute age play outfits head to a public washroom. They sit down to pee,and just as their flow stars, someone tries to break into the washroom. The immediately jump up and run over to the door to fight a losing battle with the man who is trying to get in. He also shoves a camera in their face and you get some split screen. Because the girls are interrupted mid-pee, several of them wet themselves while struggling at the door. Their panties and/or shorts are typically around their ankles at this point, so there is some panty wetting. The man then breaks in and molests the girls. I've cut these longer scenes as they are very long and terminate in a protracted simulated rape scene which is beyond the scope of this form (and kind of creeps me out to say the least). Some of the girls wet themselves later (mid-blowjob for example, or after the rape) and I've tried to capture these as well. The girls are dressed in age play outfits, from the cute shirts (with horribly structured 'Engligh' expressions on them) to their matching panties and training bras. And they are generally very kawaii and passive. Though one of the girls does kick her assailant in the balls and leaves (not included in the clips). Anyhow, I hope you enjoy these. Rach

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  5. 1,348 downloads

    This is the story of one schoolgirl who has a very bad incontinence problem. She wets herself and wets her panties whenever she is slightly nervous. She wets walking to school, she wets in the classroom so three girlfriends diaper her when she wets her panty.

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  6. I saw an older thread with a similar title to this, but to my dismay, it died a few years ago. It had a lot of good responses, and was very long, and I decided to bring it back since it seemed to be popular! Let's fill this one up even more! Also, if a book has already been posted on the other thread, please don't repost it here. Books in a series are totally okay. To start us off, here are a few of my most recent reads that I noticed: In Housewitch, the main character's seven-year-old son wets himself at a birthday party he is forced to attend, humiliating himself in front of everyone and fueling his mom's wraith towards her neighborhood. Pretty Girl-13 is about an abducted girl struggling to remember what happened to her for the past three years. The book opens with a second-person account of her abduction, which happened as she went out to go pee in the forest during a camping trip. In Bloody Jack, the first book of the same-name series, Mary/Jacky talks about disguising herself on the ship as a boy, and how at first she pretends to use the ship's urinals, then squat over them when nobody's looking, until finally she gets sick of that and installs a chamber pot in her room. In The Testing, there's a LOT of discussion about bathrooms in the post-apocalyptic United States, all done in first person. The first two-hundred pages have descriptions of what they look like and the character constantly using the bathrooms, usually about three/four times each chapter. Two notable scenes include when the main character is taking a long test(duh) and gets thirsty, but: "I didn't dare raise my hand, as I didn't want to use the toilet later and waste my time." The second notable scene is when her roommate hangs herself due to the pressure of the tests, and it's heavily implied that she's wet herself. Speaking of hanging, in the first book in the Mary Quinn(?) series, called The Spy in the House, opens with a scene of the main girl preparing for a hanging, and is describing a pool of urine where she's standing that was left by the girl who was hung before her. In the second book of that series, The Body in the Tower, Mary dresses up as a poor pageboy to investigate grisly murders that are plaguing the poor of Victorian London. The first scene is when she works with a boy around her age in construction, and they do a poor job and their boss chews them out in such an aggressive way that the boy wets himself in fright, and Mary quietly says she feels sorry for her. VERY detailed, with the sound, smell, and sight all explained. The second scene comes when Mary is sharing a room with another co-worker, and she wakes up extremely desperate to pee but unwilling to blow her cover, so she lies in bed thinking about the previous day's events and being tortured by both a person pumping water into a bucket and her co-worker waking up and taking a: 'long, hissing piss that made her own bladder scream in protest." The second he leaves, she goes before she wets herself. The desperation is nice, lasting for a few pages. That trilogy in particular has a lot of other scenes describing the lack of sanitation in Victorian London and the woes of the poor as a result, making me wonder if that author has some kinks.... .....And that's all I can think of currently. I sure hope this gets as filled-up as the last one!
  7. Version 1.0.0

    With the success of this last comic (thanks again everyone who's bought it so far!) I quickly made this one for another favorite story from there. This tale is about a girl who injures her ankle in a car accident and her bladder fills as she's transported on a stretcher. The style for this one is more minimalist with focus on Aimee, our main character, and her bladder until she eventually releases all her urine. There's a nudity warning with this one because spoiler, Aimee does have an accident but she pulls her panties aside when she realizes it's about to happen. So expect a few panels of her lower lips flapping as pee squirts out. Like "Twin Pees", the download has a hi-res set of original .PNG images, plus a folder with the smaller .JPEG versions for better reading. Each folder also includes a .GIF with an animated stream. There's 11 pages full of desperation and urination, artwork all illustrated by yours truly. So enjoy Aimee M. in "Hospital Burst". The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2514

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  8. The following is the third in the Lauren's Game series. Here are links to the first and second. Lauren's Game 3: Dialogue ====================== Everyone knew what it felt like to have the need. A sort of fullness in the lower abdomen. A tingling of the genitalia. The sort of feeling that usually sent one looking for a little room with a little receptacle into which one could release the fluid that was causing all those sensations. And, for most people, most of the time, it was a mundane enough occurrence. A nuisance, perhaps. An interruption to whatever they were doing. But it was a few minutes out of their lives that they’d scarcely give a second thought to once they were done with it. Every now and then, though, finding a little room in which to attend to that excess fluid proved a little less straightforward. Maybe the nearest such room was a significant detour. Maybe they were in an unfamiliar place and didn’t know where it was. Maybe they knew precisely where it was, and the door was locked, or there was a backlog of people trying to get in there. Or maybe there was a perfectly suitable room completely available and this unfortunate soul simply couldn’t get away from some other obligation to get just two or three much-needed minutes in it. Regardless of the exact cause of the predicament, it was a scenario that had long intrigued Lauren—that of a body trying its very best to resist this universal need. The body of her boyfriend, Troy, had played that particular role on more than one occasion, much to Lauren’s exhilaration. It was so exciting watching him fill up that she secretly made a bit of a game out of trying to subtly divert him away from a bathroom whenever she got the chance—secretly, that is, until a few weeks ago when she’d fallen several points short on the subtlety scale. You see, for all the tantalizing watching and wondering she would do while the game was afoot, and for all the other guys who had been pawns in her game before she’d met Troy, it was rare that she actually got to witness the final act—to see firsthand just how much liquid had been kept at bay as a result of her little manipulation of events. And, well, let’s just say that she’d manipulated events very well on that occasion. For as much as the game had honed her acting skills, she couldn’t so much as pretend to tease him for not waiting longer. That was a body that had held all that could be held. And Lauren defied any appreciator of human needs to be subtle after witnessing a display like that. And so Troy deduced her secret rather quickly. Not every nuance, of course. Not right away. But it was fairly clear that something about what she’d seen that night had interested her greatly. And so he started, at least, to connect the dots. Lauren had driven him halfway home in silence before he finally found the words to form a sentence about what he’d just learned. “So... you like to watch guys pee?” She’d hesitated a moment before replying, not breaking eye contact with the road ahead for even an instant. “If… if they need to do it a lot,” she’d told him sheepishly in the shortest true answer she could compose. You see, Lauren didn’t want to see a guy lazily dribbling some just-in-case pee into the toilet because he was about to leave the house to run some errands. She wanted to see that guy asking the clerk at a petrol station if he could please have the key to the restroom after a six hour road trip with a caffeinated beverage to keep him alert at the wheel. Maybe she’d missed her calling as a station attendant, Lauren mused, looking back on this conversation. Are you a customer?, she might ask the full-bladdered traveler suspiciously. Maintaining a bathroom wasn’t free, after all. You have to buy something first, she’d tell him. I’m going to pump some gas, he might explain, but couldn’t I just use the restroom first? he’d ask, trying to play it cool, trying to pretend his proposal was nothing more than the natural order of events since he happened to already be standing there. Men never liked to admit they were bursting. It was a sign of weakness. That was actually a large part of what made Lauren’s game work, that the male psychology didn’t want to show weakness. But then you can’t really beg for mercy if you’re not prepared to beg, can you? Pump first, then come back with a receipt, she’d tell him firmly. And then when he did come back, all the more eager to go, they’d just have to see if she “accidentally” handed him the wrong key. The ladies’ key looks so similar to the men’s key, she thought devilishly. It would be easy for an innocent girl to make an honest mistake... She smiled as she wondered how that would play out. Would he even think to try it on the women’s door? Would he actually use that room if he did? Men weren’t supposed to go in there, after all. That toilet wasn’t meant for penises. Surely the proper thing to do would be to trudge his full bladder back to the counter to correct the mix-up, to wait patiently for her to find the right key. I know it’s around here somewhere, she imagined herself saying as she feigned a search, giving him ample time to regret not having nipped into the ladies’ room whilst he had the chance. But back in the real world, any prospect of that little game had gone on hold for a while, even if the cat was finally out of the bag. Because for as much as Lauren was usually very interested in hearing about her boyfriend’s full bladder, her interest in it wasn’t something she’d ever discussed out loud. This wasn’t a matter of having snuck the last cookie from the jar. Not every guy would be amused to learn that the reason he’d been pushed to the verge of soaking himself was all a depraved conspiracy for her pleasure. She was really treading on dangerous ground with this one. So, after that brief little admission in the car—when, really, there had been little choice but to give him some kind answer—she’d been avoiding the topic of urination as best she could. Even when Troy raised the topic himself, announcing that he had to pee, it always felt like a test. Maybe even a trap. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. ‘Hold it in for me, baby, I love to watch you wait’? ‘Absolutely, go ahead, I just want you to be comfortable’? As if she even had the right to express an opinion in the first place as to whether he were entitled to pee. The game had been so much simpler when no one could judge her for playing it. Poor Troy, meanwhile, only grew more confused each time he went fishing for intel. At first, he’d wondered how he hadn’t seen it before. How many times had this otherwise patient girl asked him if he could just wait to use the toilet until after they’d finished with this or that? And yet, the more he probed, the more clueless he felt. One would have thought that having a girlfriend who was utterly fascinated by something he had to do a number of times a day anyway was living the dream—that while other men were fumbling to buy chocolates or flowers or write love poetry, all he had to do to get Lauren going was to be a living, functioning being. And yet he felt as uncertain as though he were at a flower shop, staring at rows upon rows of bouquets. He didn’t understand what it was that Lauren found so intriguing about this bodily function, and so he didn’t know which bouquet to bring her. All the flowers looked pretty much the same to him. That hadn’t stopped him from trying, of course. If he’d gotten it right once before, surely he could do it again. But he felt rather as though he kept showing up at her door with the wrong kind of bouquet in hand. At each opportunity he’d varied his approach, hoping to find his way back to a flower shop that he hadn’t been paying any attention to the last time he was there. He’d tried handing her a position of dominance by asking if it was okay if he went to the bathroom. He’d tried giving her an excuse to say no by deliberately waiting until a bathroom was a little bit inconvenient to get to before asking for a rest stop. He’d tried announcing that he had to pee and then making no effort to actually find relief for an hour or more thereafter. He’d done seemingly everything short of uncontrollably pissing in public again. And if that was what it took to get Lauren’s attention, Troy thought, then they seemed to be at a bit of an impasse. But in the end Lauren’s admiration for a not-so-patiently-waiting penis (much like the poor penis itself, in fact) could be kept at bay for only so long. And so it was perhaps inevitable that there eventually came an evening when Lauren let her passion for a need withheld overpower her fear of saying the wrong thing. It all started when, having arrived home after a particularly long day of work, she texted Troy, who was at that moment just getting home after a long bus ride from his parents’ house. Lauren: Making good time? While she waited for his response, she threw a slice of pizza in the microwave and poured herself a much-needed glass of wine to take the edge off. She had downed almost the entire glass in the time it took Troy to respond. Troy: Yes, almost home. How was your day? Lauren: Let’s just say that tonight is a two-glasses-of-wine night. And she poured herself a second glass of wine. Troy: Hard day? Lauren: You could say that. How about you? Did you have a comfortable journey back? Troy had just finished lugging his suitcase back into his apartment when that message arrived. He hesitated for a moment, considering whether he could spare the time to reply. He quickly abandoned the idea, however. Letting his suitcase topple behind him, he instead proceeded directly to the bathroom, which his body seemed to be anticipating all the more urgently now that it was finally within reach. He didn’t even bother shutting the door. There was no need. His roommate wasn’t home. And Troy was rather more concerned with extracting his eager member from his pants as quickly as possible. The resulting torrent struck the water hard. He shivered uncontrollably as a wave of relief seemed to pass through his entire body, causing the stream to momentarily miss its mark. He corrected hastily while continuing to pee at full force. When finally his full relief was seen to and the spillage wiped up, Troy took the opportunity to compose a reply. It was ironic that Lauren should have chosen to use the word comfortable when asking about his trip. Troy: It was mostly okay as bus rides go, but comfortable isn’t quite the word for it. I really had to pee for the last half hour. And maybe it was because the wine was relaxing her nerves. Maybe it was because text messages felt safer than talking about it out loud. Maybe the girl just needed a fix after not having witnessed a body hold back a pee in far too long. But whatever it was, on this night, a thousand questions swirled through her head, and Lauren just could not pretend another time that Troy hadn’t said what he’d said. Lauren: They didn’t have anywhere you could go? You couldn’t fault a girl for asking that much. He’d brought it up, after all. Troy: There’s a bathroom at the station. But there wasn’t a lot of time, and going in there with a big suitcase in tow is such a production that I figured I’d just wait. Lauren’s heart pounded at the idea of her boyfriend hefting around both a full suitcase and a full bladder. She wanted to ask him one more thing: How badly did he need to go? But even with the wine surging through her veins, she had to pause a moment to wonder just how far she was allowed to push this. Would he rather talk about something else? Would dwelling on the topic remind him that his girlfriend was a cruel, sadistic bitch who took pleasure in his discomfort? She used every ounce of her strength to deflect her enthusiasm into a statement rather than a question, hoping that this conversation could continue a while longer if she played her cards right. Lauren: Aw, too bad I wasn’t there with you. We could’ve taken turns watching the luggage while we each peed. That was a nice enough thing to say, right? That she would’ve helped him pee if she could have? That was what good girlfriends who weren’t playing the game did. If her secret weren’t out, though, this was honestly exactly the sort of scenario in which she might not have been such a good girlfriend. The sort of situation in which she might have suddenly been very concerned with getting to their next bus. But, then, she’d only claimed that they could have taken turns, not that she’d have actually cooperated. Troy: I don’t know if there would’ve been time for us both to go. There wasn’t a lot of time before the next bus left, and for some reason there are only women’s rooms on the platform. The men have to take a longer walk. Now Lauren’s heart was really pounding. Just enough time for one of them to go. That sounded even better than a game of road-tripper-and-the-station-attendant. Lauren: Oh no. I wonder how we’d decide who got to go. A short pause seemed to indicate Troy was thinking. Troy: That’s a tough one... We could flip a coin. Flip a coin? Troy clearly hadn’t spent as much time as Lauren pondering the ins and outs of whether a person gets to pee. There were so many nuances to a situation like that. What’s more, a lot of people might give one answer when philosophizing from their armchair and another one entirely when their own bladder was actually at stake. It’s easy to say that whoever needs it most should go until you’re the one who needs it second-most. She began typing energetically. Lauren: Aw, but that’s not always fair, is it? What if one of us needed to go more? Or one of us called dibs on it first? Or there could be practical considerations — a long line at the ladies’ room or uncertainty whether you could run all the way to the men’s room and back before our bus left. If we chose wrong - or if we spent too much time deliberating - then neither of us would get to go. And if you’re really feeling egalitarian, maybe that’s even for the best: if both of us can’t go, then maybe it’s not right for just one of us to. That was all a bit more complexity than Troy had ever associated with peeing. There was another pause while he tried to come up with something he could possibly say in response to that long message. Troy: If you have to pee badly enough to be that concerned about it, then you can go and I’ll watch the suitcase. And it was with a small twinge of guilt that Lauren knew we was telling the truth. He’d hold it in to make her life easier. He’d demonstrated that on enough occasions. And in truth she’d only been toying with him most of those times. Maybe all of them. And the craziest thing was that he had to know that by now. She’d deliberately driven him to the verge of pissing himself on multiple times, and here he was saying he’d hold it for her again just to save her from the same fate. Suddenly making him wait didn’t feel like such an innocent game anymore. Lauren: No, I think maybe after the beach thing it’s your turn to go first. I’ll watch the suitcase. And Lauren’s bladder, the wine starting to make itself known, felt much as it would have in that situation—like she could really do with a trip to the little girl’s room but had been sent instead to sit in the corner and think about what she’d done. Troy, of course, was as confused as ever. The fantasy was that he’d wait until it was really urgent, wasn’t it? Was he supposed to insist ladies first? Or perhaps invent some twist of events to keep him from finding relief? Or did saying he could go mean that she just wasn’t in the mood for a pee fantasy right now? There was a pause while neither of them sent a message for some time. Eventually, though, Lauren could no longer stand the silence. Lauren: So did you attend to your needs now that you’re home? She may have felt bad about the idea of forcing him to wait, but you couldn’t blame a girl for wanting the details of an incident that happened through not fault of her own, could you? Troy: Yeah, that was why it took me a couple minutes to respond when you asked whether the trip had been comfortable. Lauren: Aw, it was so bad that you couldn’t take thirty seconds to answer your wonderful girlfriend who just wanted to know how your day was? : P Troy: It was pretty bad. Lauren wished she could’ve been there to see that. She imagined him gingerly pulling his suitcase over the threshold into his apartment, his desperate package bulging through a tight, stretchy pair of shorts that probably hadn’t been his actual choice of attire for a long bus ride at this time of year. The kind of shorts that left little to the imagination. The kind that, conveniently for Troy, would at least make it easy to squeeze any parts of his anatomy that might happen to be in need of a little counter-pressure. She imagined him taking small quick steps to the bathroom, his hands plunging into his shorts, ready to extract his member the moment he was in position. How must it feel, Lauren wondered, to employ such bulky equipment for the cause of urination. Could Troy feel the liquid surging down that long tunnel, snaking its way to escape? What must that feel like, the instant when it's released but still inside you? Was there any way to stop it once it was in there? How different must it feel to lose control when there's a split second in which you could almost do something about it? If nothing else, it was an extra half-second to get your pants down. And then there was no 180-degree spin after lifting the toilet lid. No lowering his body to the seated position. A guy in the process of springing a leak really seemed to have a leg up on a girl in the same predicament when it came to staying dry. As long as Lauren wasn’t there playing one of her games with him, that is. Lauren: It’s too bad you went to your apartment instead of mine. Troy: Would I have had to tell you how my day was before I could go? Lauren smiled. Was it her imagination, or was Troy actually playing along with this little fantasy? Lauren: Well, I haven’t seen you in more than a week. It’d be nice if we could talk for a few seconds before you run off. I’d hate to think you’re only dating me so as to have a convenient restroom on this side of town. Troy: But then surely after a moment’s conversation you’d lend your facilities to a gentleman in distress? In Lauren's imagination, he was wearing those shorts again. Without any underwear this time. Just one thin sheet of fabric between his fire hose and the world. He might as well be naked, really, for all those shorts were doing to protect his modesty. A small dark patch at the tip of his penis betrayed a spurt that had escaped somewhere along the way to her door. Maybe it would’ve been less embarrassing to be naked. If he had been, the leak would have shot out from his body, landed with the tiniest of sounds, and then left him free to flee the scene rather than carry his patch of shame with him. Lauren would never have known he hadn’t been man enough keep it all in. Of course, having his package hanging out in the breeze probably wouldn't have done him any favors for the rest of the trip. Apart from probably drawing a fair amount of attention—naked guys weren't that common a sight, even on the streets of a college town—the cool night air might have been too much for him. Did having a breeze around his privates make it as hard for him to hold as it did for her, she wondered. She imagined him jogging, naked, toward her building, his package dribbling with the jolt of each foot on the ground. But she was going off on a tangent. The question was what if he showed up at her door like that. Lauren: That’s a good question... Troy: You think you'd enjoy that? If I had a few too many sodas before I came over? Lauren grinned evilly as she typed her response. Lauren: Maybe just one soda too many - so you'd have a fighting chance. She’d want him to be able to hold it long enough to be properly toyed with, after all. To Troy, it seemed that, for the first time in the weeks that he’d been trying to figure Lauren out, she was actually responding—and quite eagerly, too. For most of the rest of the evening, he fanned out his search, testing her with different variations on that scenario, trying to learn as much as he could while her lips—or, rather, her texting fingers—were still loosened by the wine. And Lauren, for her part, seemed to delight in each of them. What if it was a stranger begging to use her toilet instead of Troy? Or what if it was instead someone she vaguely recognized from her accounting class? What if he’d been drinking—would that earn the guy any sympathy? Alcohol makes a body need to do things, after all. And if she wouldn’t let him into her own private apartment, would she at least consider escorting this hypothetical nonresident into the building’s fitness center so he could use the facilities there? He might get a little antsy during the elevator ride—was it okay if he had to dance around a little or was he supposed to have some decorum? He might’ve been wandering the hallways for quite a while, after all, before she took pity on him. Each answer helped paint Troy a picture of just what Lauren was thinking when she saw a gentleman in need. She seemed in general to have great interest in following a fellow in such a predicament so as to see what happened, to have modest sympathy for the difficulty of his situation, to have limited (but, Troy noted, not nonexistent) interest in helping him locate somewhere he could go, to have a fairly firm conviction that he was supposed to keep it in until a proper such place was found, and to be very much interested in witnessing the final act. Troy took a moment to probe that last point. Troy: You don’t want to give him some privacy? At this point, Lauren was responding so uninhibitedly to the idea of torturing this poor hypothetical fellow that Troy was beginning to suspect she had moved on to a third glass of wine. Lauren: Well, he claimed he had to go so badly. How else is a girl supposed to know if he was telling the truth if she doesn’t see it come out? Troy: I didn’t think most girls were so interested in fact-checking that kind of thing. Lauren seemed to have started typing before Troy even got his message out. Lauren: Suppose I found him in the hallway again one day. I’m not going to keep bending the rules and letting him into the bathroom if he’s just the boy who cried pee. It’s supposed to be for residents only. Troy: Oh, so you’d tell him it didn’t seem like he went very much the last time and he should stop being overdramatic? Lauren: Exactly. There are people in this world who really have to go. I could use a visit to the little girl’s room myself after all this wine, but I can’t expect the world to drop everything just because I need to piss. It was the same conundrum that had rendered Troy speechless earlier in the night: What was the right response when she needed to go? Troy: So you’re not going to go? Lauren: Not right now. I’m having a lovely conversation with my wonderful boyfriend who gets first dibs on the next restroom because I got to go first at the beach. That was an unexpected twist. It hadn’t occurred to Troy that Lauren’s fantasies might encompass her own bladder being full to the brim too. He could probably ask just as many questions about that reversed situation. What if she were at a stranger’s door, begging to use his toilet? But he could only ask so many questions at a time. Troy: How much wine did you drink? Lauren: Three glasses. Troy: That’s a lot of wine. Lauren: You’re telling me : P Troy: So if we were at the bus station right now, you’d volunteer to sit right outside the ladies’ room and watch the suitcases while I walked clear across the building to find a men’s room? Lauren: Yep. Troy: And you’ll just watch all the other women stroll and out of the ladies’ room while you have to keep waiting? The mere thought was making Lauren squirm a little, but she couldn’t very well back down now, could she? Just like the guys she so enjoyed toying with – sometimes all that kept someone holding was having something to prove. Lauren: I promised you could go first. I’m honor-bound. And Lauren shoved her hand between her legs as she imagined herself right at the ladies’ room door, watching a stream of other women go in looking uncomfortable—some of them very uncomfortable—and then walk back out breathing a sigh of relief as Lauren watched in envy. But she was a big girl. She could hold it. For a while, at least. They talked about that scenario for a few moments. Would she sit or stand by the suitcases? Would she grow impatient if Troy took a while to return, perhaps having encountered a line at the one men’s room at a station that somehow had three ladies’ rooms? What did she reckon the station operators were even thinking in setting the place up that way? Would she consider leaving the bags unattended if she got really desperate? Or might she have been able to maneuver into a stall with both of their suitcases in tow? Lauren: I think I’d really just have to hope that you’d hurry. Troy: And when I got back, then you’d get to go? Lauren probably should’ve said yes to that. If she was going to hold to the end of this little fantasy, as seemed to be the new aim of the game, then she really needed it to end soon. But saying no opened up too good a scenario for her to pass up: That he was the reason she didn’t get to pee. It was as though the game really had been reversed. Lauren: If I weren’t standing in the door to the bus refusing to let them leave because somebody was being a slowpoke : P Troy: Oh no, you mean the bus is pulling out right this second? Lauren: Yes, and now I’m going to have to wait until we get home! She had to piss like a racehorse, and it was all Troy’s fault. Troy and his stupid penis that couldn’t just hold it like all the other penises on the platform. Lauren: You couldn’t have peed faster? Troy: I peed as fast as I could! The problem was the line of guys in front of me. Lauren: If the line was that long, maybe you should’ve just run back so I could go. Troy: I was explicitly told that I was supposed to pee first. Lauren was getting antsy in real life at this point, sitting on top of her heel as she rocked forward and backwards, her phone in her hands. She had to find a way to get Troy to give her permission to pee. That seemed to be the new name of the game for today—to get Troy to say it was okay for her to pee without her admitting to him that she was about to burst like a little schoolgirl. Lauren: You can take the bags once we’re off the bus. I’m going straight to the apartment. Give me your key. Troy: I have to carry both suitcases myself? Lauren: Please, babe? A small spurt escaped into her pants. This was probably the part where she was supposed to insist it was an emergency. But who wanted to admit they couldn’t hold a little pee-pee? Especially when she was the one who invented this whole game. Troy: And if the tables were turned, am I to believe you’d let me go right now? Lauren: Oh, that’s a tough one. Part of her didn’t care what the honest answer was to that question. Part of her just wanted to tell him she was bursting, to beg for permission to pee. But one last desperate idea to save face occurred to her before she resorted to that. Quid pro quo. Lauren: Maybe if you helped me out when I really needed it, I’d repay the favor the next time you were in trouble. Lauren’s chest pounded at the suggestion she was about to make. Lauren: If you skipped your end-of-workday pee the next time you came over, you might even have a chance to find out : P It took Troy a moment to respond, as though he weighing just exactly what he was getting himself into. Lauren, meanwhile, was silently screaming for him to type faster. Troy: I’d better let you go, then. The last thing I need is to leave you with a score to settle. Lauren breathed a sigh of relief as she made haste to her bathroom, pulling her pants down and taking a much-needed seat. But just as she was about to relax, she jammed her hand into her crotch to hold it back just a moment longer. He’d said he had better let her go, but that wasn’t quite the same as saying she could go. A good girl would make sure before she let it out. Operating her phone single-handed, she asked for confirmation. Lauren: So I can pee now? : D She clenched her thighs together while Troy typed his response. Troy: Yeah, I’ll meet you up there with the bags. And Lauren’s body relaxed without a moment’s delay.
  9. NaquanH

    Wetting Quest II

    Version 1.11

    828 downloads

    Here is an rpg game made by 仮名A. You are a male knight who is sent to keep the region safe from evil. You are accompanied by a very young magician named Amy. You wlll also be able to get others girls to travel with you if you met the requirements. The game runs with RPG maker VX ace Your computer need to be in japanese locale to play it. There is a changelog in the readme to see what's new, so check it out if you have a chance. I believe that the game is still in development. I'll keep the versions up-to-date. Enjoy the game!

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  10. Version 1.0.0

    582 downloads

    Well then, here is a strange and difficult to classify clip. It features a couple of pairs of Japanese school girls fooling around with pee. Most of the shorter vignettes feature one of the girls squatting and the other helping them hold their legs open so they can do a 'power pee.' I wasn't sure what to make of this and it wasn't my thing, but I thought someone might be interested. Warning - Uncensored Vagina's Peeing - Warning Enjoy Rachel

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  11. It took awhile, but yesterday was the first time that I explicitly wet myself in front of someone. It still feels surreal! I met a friend who I haven't seen for awhile yesterday for some food and drinks. We were supposed to meet at 7 PM but she ended up being a bit late. She was dragged into a going away party for a colleague, and she herself had a buzz. I was waiting for her outside the bar on this chilly night. I was adequately dressed, but the cold eventually started getting to me. I already used the restroom before I left from the large coffee and large coke I had earlier in the day, so my bladder was already accustomed to its weakened state. When she was about five minutes away, I went inside and got a table and ordered a beer. She met me after, and immediately told me that she needed to pee. I gave her a smile and off she went. When she came back, we ordered some food and just talked and catch up on things. During this time, she ordered a margarita which, she coerced me to drink half of it. She herself was already four drinks in before she even met me, and wanted me to play catchup. Knowing how light of a drunk I am, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I become all delirious. I was already feeling buzzed fromt he one beer I drank earlier! It was about 8:30 when we ordered our last drink--I ordered a Jack and coke, and she ordered a Jameson. Again, she insisted that I help her drink half of hers. At this point, we're both pretty buzzed. We're slurring our words and everything, but still had a good time. Because she still needed to work the next day, she said as soon as we were done with our drinks, we would go to the restroom, and then go. Knowing myself, I delayed it as much as I can. I love being buzzed and drunk, but not to the point where I start puking. I kept refusing, but she was insistent. I finally told her that if I drank hers, we should just head back without using the restroom. She said yes, and with that, I drank--only to find out that she lied and told me she was going to go to the restroom anway! In my drunken state, I couldn't even be mad at her. At this point, I had drank one and a half beers, a soup (from dinner), a Jack and coke, some water, and her margarita and Jameson. Perhaps it was the position I was sitting in, but I didn't have to go pee. As we exited the bar, I slowed down quite a bit, telling her that I was going to puke. She jestfully made fun of me, saying how weak I was in terms of drinking. I really did feel like puking, so I just stopped and tried to regain my composure. I guess I must've gotten up too quick from sitting. We very slowly started walking back to her place, as I parked my car near her house. She noticed that I was shaking and felt my hand. She asked why was I so cold. I knew I was shaking a little bit, but I didn't really feel cold. She stopped by a Walgreens to get me some electrolytes, while I was standing around like a zombie, propping myself next to a wall. About halfway back to her place, I peed a little bit--I felt a spurt of warmness splash onto my knee as we were walking. I didn't even realize it--it's like I had no control of it. Of course, I restrained myself from doing any more damage and even grabbed my crotch a few times as we were walking. If my friend noticed it, she didn't say anything. She was starting to sober up, but I was still buzzing. As she and I kept walking and talking, I started to lose control--I couldn't stop peeing in spurts. I stopped a few times and put my head down to regain my composure. It was dark, so my friend probably just thought I needed a short break--unknowingly to her I was trying to clench my bladder from continually leaking. It's about 10:20 PM as I'm about to reach my car. She's trying to locate my car for me as I walk past a restroom. I walk to it, but she tells me it's closed. She suggests for me to go in the bush and she'll turn around, but I told her that I wasn't risking it--public urination could net someone as a sexual offender in my state, as genitalia is exposed to public. By this time, my jeans were clearly wet. Even tho they were white, it was dark outside. By the time I found my truck, I opened the tailgate and sat down. She was telling me to drink more electrolytes and made sure I'm okay. I tell her to sit with me for a few seconds to make sure I'm good. In addition to still being buzzed, I'm a lot more tired now. I lay down on the flatbed while she's still talking to me. As I'm trying my best not to sleep, I start peeing--uncontrollably. As I feel the pee start soaking my butt, I'm thinking to myself "oh shit. I'm actually pissing myself. I don't know what her reaction is going to be. I hope she doesn't find out." All of a sudden, she touches my knee and asks, "Harry, why is your knee all wet?" Or at least, that's what I think she said. I'm still peeing and trying to make sense of what's going on. I'm still on my back, so I can only assume she looked around and noticed I was peeing myself. She starts laughing, all the while declaring that I peed my pants. As the last of my urine stop, I sat back up. I look at her dazed--she has her hand covering her mouth, laughing and giggling. I look down at my pants and ask her "Did I just pee my pants?" Still giggling, she acknowledges the fact. I stand up, look at my jeans, and then the tailgate of my truck. I asked her again if I peed my pants, and she said I did. She asks if any got in my shoe, and I said no. Once again in my drunk state, I keep repeating if I peed myself. She comes in closer and inspects my jeans with me--you can clearly see the difference shades of white in my jeans up close. She is still very joyful and can't believe that I pissed myself. Perhaps expelling the alcohol helped me sober up just a tiny bit. I told her to take a picture, it lasts longer. She does so, as she was taking pictures of me the whole night as I was getting wasted. As I put up my tailgate, all my piss hits the ground like a waterfall. She starts laughing hysterically again. I said don't laugh too hard, otherwise you might pee your pants too! She says she doesn't have to go because she went before we left the bar. Unfortunately, my second wave comes and I tell her I have to pee...again. She continues to laugh and is in disbelief, saying things like "Oh my god! You're peeing!" This time I tell her that my pee is going into my shoes. She just keeps laughing. I kept peeing for the next 30 seconds, telling her that for some reason, I'm still peeing. This just keeps her laughing. Once I'm finally done soaking my white jeans, she asks if I'm good. I say yeah, I'm just going to rest here and sober up. She says she wants to give me a hug before she goes, but asks if my top is clean. I say yes, and as she hugs me, I wrap her all around me and try to pick her up. She definitely screams jovially and breaks away from my grasp. She parts way with me as I just sat there, trying to sober up. We kept texting each other throughout the night, and she had to decontaminate herself, and did feel her pants were felt wet. I felt bad that I was horsing around with her that much, and I would've been okay with her not hugging me with my pee soaked jeans. I offered her to pay her if she decides to clean it professionally, but she declined. All in all, I was surprised my friend was so "receptive" in my predicament. She texted me today to make sure I was still good. I said yes and apologized to her that I hope she didn't feel too grossed out. She replied that it was funny I peed myself, but gross that I tried to contaminate her. She did mention that our friendship did go on a whole new level though. Can't say I disagree!
  12. 4,038 downloads

    Hi guys, This is another good video of desperate girls stuck in traffic jams. Previous video is here Due to the big filesize of the whole video, I have to upload them in 2 parts. This is the 1st part of 2.

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  13. 1,505 downloads

    An incontinent schoolgirl pees herself when she feels intimidated. She pees her panties in the hallway, inside the classroom and on the train. The school doctor gives her diapers and the next day the peeing continues in diapers.

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  14. PPP

    female Schoolgirl Group Relief

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  15. I just remembered another Como experience I had. I don't know how detailed or long this will be as it was quite some time ago. I believe I was about a sophomore in high school. I had just discovered that I was into pee about a year ago and I finally got the courage to start doing holds. I quickly learned that I was very good at them. I could hold for hours without a single leak. And naturally as I kept holding longer and longer I got more and more curious as to how much I could actually hold. I was at the point where I enjoyed holding and masturbating at the same time. I don't know what it was about it it just felt amazing. So I grabbed four bottles of ice mountain and went up to my room to begin. I got on my laptop and pulled up a few of my favorite videos and started drinking. After about two bottles I started to fill up. I could feel myself getting wet so I reached into my shorts and began touching myself. About an hour later I had finished all four bottles and I was filling very quickly. I was nowhere near finishing, but I was fine with that. I was in no rush. But something was different about the way that I was filling. I ws getting so full so fast. So I decided it might be time to let some out before I continued. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and pushed trying to squeeze a small stream out, but nothing came. I thought I was just nervous that I would let it all go if I let any out so I pushed a little harder, but to my dismay I couldn't pee. I ignored it and went back to my room. I would just hold a little longer, maybe if my need was greater it would come out. I went back to my room and lay in my bed cradling my agonizingly full bladder. It seemed that with every second that went by another ounce would filter into my bladder. I had to pee so bad I was sweating. But I was still enjoying it so I wasn't too worried. Soon I decided I wanted to let a little out. So I went back to the bathroom, but the same problem occurred. Nothing would come out. At this point I was beginning to panic a little. I didn't want to tell my mom I couldn't pee. I also didn't want to admit to what I had been doing. So I sat not the toilet for a while begging my muscles to release and let out the contents of my bladder. But they refused. At this point my bladder was beginning to ache. I needed to pee so badly and I couldn't. I was worried that I had actually hurt myself. I decided to pretend to take a shower. I turned on the water and paced my bathroom floor. I cradled my bladder, rubbing it i soothing circles with my free hand. I could feel my bladder spasm as it tried to release its contents, but nothing came out. I was so full that I could barely breathe. But still I couldn't pee. I had to bend over to get a full breathe in my lungs. I was in so much pain that every step sent jolts up my entire body. But I continued to pace. I needed to fix this. Finally after four hours of not being able to pee I turned off the shower and let the faucet run. I let the warm water surround my body and lay on my back in the tub. I relaxed my body and a small stream of pee leaked out of my urethra. I moaned as the pleasure washed over me. It felt amazing to finally release after holding against my will for so long. But my relief was short lived as my muscles contracted and the stream stop shooting a pain up my urethra. I groaned and curled in on myself. I needed to get this pee out. So I relaxed my body once again despite my pain and let my pee leak out of me once again. In very slow gently burst my bladder began to empty. My bladder had bulged out so far that I looked pregnant. I watched as my bladder began to shrink in my belly. With every drop that emptied I felt another wave of pleasure. After what felt like forever my stream finally ended and I lay in my tub completely drained and finally empty but also so turned on. My faucet was already running and I was already on my back. I'm sure you can do the math.
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    This animation is the second request I have managed to attend to, and was requested by Delomo. Delomo's request involved one of the RWBY characters Blake using the restroom with Yang busting in, clearly desperate to pee. Unable to hold it, she shares the toilet with Blake to relieve herself. So...I don't watch RWBY, but something that I have deep inside me called common sense told me this is a scenario that can literally work on our own twisted little world...so I decided to make it on a more light heartened entertaining level. I used alot of sound effects, and had some background hilarity in addition as well; so I'm sure everyone will get a laugh. Once the two are in the bathroom, it'll focus more on the usual scheme of things. I absolutely hated working with these models...I choose them since they had skirts. Since I can't model, I have to rely on the illusion that they have their pants down for this to look real. But the skirt physics were all over the place, as well as the hair. I had to record in clips instead of one overall big clip which is what I did for most of my stuff, because I had would have align them back up and then record again. It was so staggering since it made what should have taken only to 4:30 AM to finish last night to 7:20 AM. Still, I like the final result and Delomo had positive feedback for it so I accomplished what I intended for this. I wonder though...will people be able to figure out what Demoman was doing in this video though? Panties by amiamy111 Pee effect by E教授: Park stage by おやぶん Take on me meme motion by 1234ruru

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  17. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
  18. This story starts in Tostarena Town,Located in the Sand Kingdom. Princess Peach decided to continue her vacation in the Sand Kingdom. Right now,She was inside a restaurant located in the town. She was staring at the podium of the restaurant,Where Mario was performing along side some of the residents of tostarena. Peach was bouncing up and down,But not to the tune of her music. Rather,It was because her bladder was pretty full. The Sand Kingdom was known for being very hot. So she drank a lot of water prior to arriving to the restaurant. While she kept bouncing,She looked over and saw the restrooms. Peach decided to leave the spot she was standing on so that she could relieve herself. She entered the restroom with a smile and grabbed one of the door handles. "Occupied!" Peach's smile disappeared as she knocked on the next stall. "I'm sorry! I'm going to be here for a while!" Peach then had a frown on her face as she knocked on the last stall. "Sorry! It's occupied!" Peach sighed and left the restroom. If she had to guess,The tourists were the ones using the restroom. The residents of Tostarena themselves were a race of skeletons. So peach didn't really think they would need to use bathrooms. She went back to the spot and looked at the podium just as Mario finished performing. The audience started cheering while peach applauded. Mario got off the stage and went to the Princess. "You did great!" Peach clapped for Mario while he smiled. "C'mon! Let's see what else they have here in Tostarena." Peach said as she grabbed Mario's hand and walked out of the Restaurant with him. Peach lagged behind Mario slightly while she had one hand between her legs. Mario then saw an Ice Cream stand and pointed at it. "Hmm? Oh,Sure! You can go get some!" Mario raised and eyebrow and pointed at the princess. "Hmm? Oh,No. I don't need any. I'm good." Mario nodded and walked towards the stand. Peach looked around only to see a fountain in front of her. She whined as she placed her other hand between her legs. A tostarenan walked past. "Umm...Excuse me..." The tostarenan faced her. "Do you happen to have any...restrooms around here?" The tostarenan nodded and pointed at a portable toilet. Peach smiled and took a step towards it. "(Wait....What if Mario comes back and he thinks i'm missing...Maybe i should-)" Her thoughts were interrupted when she was shoved aside by a tourist. "Sorry! I'm about to burst!" Peach managed to stay on her feet while the tourist banged the door shut. Peach quickly tightened her grip between her legs and regained control of her bladder. She sighed... "(There goes my chance for relief)" She was then tapped on the shoulder by Mario. She turned around and saw him holding a cone of ice cream. "Oh! You're back! Sweet. Let's continue!" Peach said with excitement. Though,part of that was because she was hoping she could find somewhere to get relief soon. The two continued to walk until they stopped by a Jaxi. "Hello there...I'm what you call a Jaxi. For 30 coins,i will take you to the ruins of Tostarena." Mario looked at Peach and waited for an answer. Peach nodded and Mario payed the fee. The two then got on the Jaxi's back. "Hold on tight. Because i go really fast!" Jaxi said as he prepared to dash. He then started running towards,Rocking Mario and Peach up and down in the progress. Peach held onto Jaxi to avoid falling off. What she couldn't hold onto however was her bladder,as she could feel a spurt escaping. Peach wanted to place her hands back between her legs,But she was sure that holding onto Jaxi was more important. Thankfully,After what seemed like 2 minutes they stopped at the ruins. Mario and Peach hopped off Jaxi while peach tried to keep the urine in her bladder. "(I'm about to burst! I need to pee now!!!!)" Peach looked around and saw a bunch of pillars around,with the Tostarena ruins just up ahead. Whoever,There were a bunch of Goombas up ahead. Seeing the opportunity.... "Hey,Mario? Could you make that path safe for us?" Peach said as she pointed at the Goombas. Mario nodded and ran towards the Goombas. As soon as he was gone,Peach placed her hands between her legs and ran behind a pillar. She lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties,wich were a little wet. She then squatted down and a stream of urine immediately jetted out of her. She let out a relieved sigh while looking at the pee stream that darkened the sand below her. She then looked over and saw that Mario was still fighting the Goombas. She kept her eyes on him as she continued to empty her bladder. she let out a moan as her stream started to weaken. She let out some drops and then pulled up her panties. She then got away from the pillars and saw that Mario finished getting rid off the goombas. Mario came back and pointed at the cleared path. "Nice! Now then..Let's take a look at the ruins!" Mario nodded and started walking. Peach followed him while looking back at the spot where she peed. She was sweating because of how hot it was,but she'd rather have that than a full bladder.
  19. 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.
  20. 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.
  21. I'm sorry, I don't know how to post videos from the internet here, but this is the link: http://www.xtube.com...p?v=r00i7-S648- Even though I'm not really into female desperation, I still liked this one :)
  22. So I found this online. Apparently, it's from Hamster Jovial, a comic that ran in a French music magazine. I thought it was funny and figured I'd post it. The dialogue reads (according to Google Translate): What do you want now, with all this bullshit of gender equality, emancipation of women, M.L.F. and all the circus, there is no more room for us on Earth, what! Oh I swear... You said it... *Laughs in French* I also found this from the same strip:
  23. Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.
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    This is part 1 and 3 of another Jade video featuring ladies unable to hold their pee long enough to find a toilet. The ladies duck into an alley and have massive wetting accidents in their panties and pantyhose, resulting in embarrassing wet shorts and skirts along the way. There is also a "bonus" scene with a young lady dashing into the alley and wetting her shorts. Enjoy!

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