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  1. Version mp4

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    Over 60 videos of girls wetting themselves in different scenarios and in a wide variety of clothing! These are amateur videos and in my opinion are the best kind, hope you like them, oh and be sure to follow the file, because i may add to it later on!
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  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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.
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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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  6. 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.
  7. 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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    The story is set around schoolgirls peeing their pants. In the classroom a girl pees her panties in front of her classmates. Another girl in front of the class pees her pants. Three girls diaper change one classmate and all four girls piss their panties together.
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    A schoolgirl pees her panty in public on the path home. Peeing herself in the living room gets her a spanking from her mum. Her sister gets spanked too trying to calm her. The older sister introduces her younger sister to the world of diapers and eventually enemas.
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  13. From the album: DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Commissioned piece for one Mr. @Sake
  14. From the album: DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Molly peeing onto Neo's character, Akimi. She seems to be enjoying it.
  15. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
  16. Dimwitrolo

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    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Two minigirls peeing on your computer. Yes it is your one - you just haven't seen them doing it. But I have. So I drew it. Nude version available on request
  17. From the album: Munio 2016

    © http://www.omorashi-ladies.com/gallery2016.html

  18. Part 1: The Misunderstanding It was a little after eleven in the morning when U.A class 1-A arrived in a forest clearing. Final Exams had just ended, and summer break was just around the corner along with the school trip to a training camp in Beast’s Forest just a week away. With everything that had happened recently, the class decided to take a small camping trip in order to help them unwind. Mashirao Ojiro had suggested the idea of camping in a forest up in the mountains where he sometimes trained. While the girls had not been excited at first, they all decided to join the minute he told them that there were multiple natural hot springs hidden throughout the mountain. Of course, the chance of seeing the girls bathing in a hot spring was enough to convince any of the guys who were still on the fence about going. The entire class had agreed to set out early in the morning, although none of them save for Mashirao, knew just how tough the hike to the camping spot was going to be. “Let’s set up camp here everybody,” shouted Mashirao as he set his gear down. “Thank god,” whined Minoru Mineta as he fell backward on to the grass below. He had had the hardest time out of all of them due to his short legs and low stamina. The only thing that had kept him going was his desire to peek on the girls in the hot spring. As he turned his head, he saw that several other students had collapsed to the ground as well. In fact, the only students still standing besides Mashirao were Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, and Izuku Midoriya (aka Deku). “You’re all a bunch of whimps,” growled Katsuki as he looked at his exhausted classmates. “If a simple five hour hike up a mountain makes you this exhausted, how do you expect to become pro heroes? Honestly, you’re all pathetic.” “Kacchan, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” asked Deku in an attempt to diffuse the situation. Of course, this only made things worse. “What did you just say?!” screamed Katsuki as he turned his attention to Deku. Before Deku could react, Katsuki grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to his face, his other hand balled up in a fist and ready to strike. “You’re in no position to talk, Deku. You’re the worst of all of them. Maybe I should put you back in your place just like when we were kids.” Then much to Deku’s horror, Katsuki unfurled his fingers, revealing his palm which now had tiny sparks coming from it. Katsuki then began inching his palm towards Deku. His palm was less than a centimeter from Deku’s face when his hand suddenly stopped. “What the hell?” grunted Katsuki as he tried to extend his hand one more centimeter. Suddenly he felt a chill run along his arm. “That’s enough,” stated a calm yet firm voice behind him. “Release Midoriya now.” Katsuki turned his head and saw that Shoto was standing behind him, his right hand firmly grasping Katsuki’s arm. As he took a closer look, Katsuki could see that a thin layer of ice was beginning to form around his skin where Shoto was touching him. “Butt out of this you half-and-half bastard or I’ll blow you up too,” threatened Katsuki. “You know you keep saying that, but you haven’t succeeded yet,” replied Shoto. “What was that?” grunted Katsuki, a vein beginning to protrude from his forehead. “You’re a hot head who’s all talk and no brain. Now release Midoriya before I freeze your entire arm.” “GO TO HELL!” screamed Katsuki as he released Deku and took an explosive swing at Shoto. However, Shoto easily blocked it. Before Katsuki could launch another strike, fellow classmate Eijiro Kirishima grabbed him from behind and said, “Stop it Bakugo. We’re here to relax, not to fight.” Suddenly Katsuki activated his quirk, Explosion, engulfing them both in a fiery flash of light. As the smoke cleared, everyone noticed that Eijiro’s quirk, Hardening, had taken effect, allowing him to harden his body enough to take Katsuki’s attack while taking only minimal damage. “Let it go bro, it’s not worth it.” “LET ME GO!” shrieked Katsuki as he struggled against Eijiro’s Hardening quirk. “I’LL KILL HIM!!!” “Sorry guys,” smiled Eijiro as he began dragging Katsuki away. “You guys should probably start setting up camp. We’ll join you once Bakugo calms down.” “I’LL KILL YOU!!!” screamed Katsuki repeatedly towards Shoto and Deku as Eijiro dragged him off into the woods. Once Katsuki’s screams of rage were no longer audible, Shoto turned to Deku and asked, “Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” answered Deku, doing his best to stop trembling. “Well now that that’s over, let’s continuing unpacking,” stated Mashirao. “Hey Mashirao,” called Yuga Aoyama, “can I ask you a question?” “What is it?” “Where are the cabins?” “Cabins?” repeated a confused Mashirao. “You know the cabins where we’ll be sleeping,” clarified Yuga. “I’m sorry but there are no cabins. We’ll be sleeping in tents. That’s why I asked everyone to bring one.” “I thought the tents were just for some activity,” replied Yuga as he looked down at the tent he had brought. The only reason he had agreed to join the group was because he heard that the hot springs were supposed to be good for the skin. Had he known that he would have to be spending the next couple nights sleeping in a tent outside, he likely wouldn’t have come. Realizing that there was nothing he could do about it now, he asked, “Well, can you at least point me in the direction of the bathroom?” “It’s anywhere beyond this clearing that you would like it to be,” replied Mashirao. “That doesn’t make any sense,” said Yuga. “Where is the bathroom?” “There is no plumbing out here,” clarified Mashirao, now understanding Yuga’s confusion. “If you need to go, you’ll need to do it in the woods.” “Me, go in the woods?” scoffed Yuga. “Don’t be silly. I will not lower myself to that of some animal.” “For once I have to agree with the stuck up pretty boy,” added Kyoka Jiro. “While peeing outside might come easy for the guys, it’s not for us girls.” “I didn’t think about that,” said Mashirao bowing his head. “I apologize for my inconsideration.” “So, what are we supposed to do now?” asked the invisible girl, Toru Hagakure. “I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Ochaco Uraraka. “Why don’t we just have Yaoyorozu use her creation ability to make an outhouse or something.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Momo. “My abilities cannot handle something that big.” Suddenly a laugh burst out from above the group followed by a blast of wind. “Well it’s a good thing I’m here,” called a voice above them. Everyone looked up and saw that it was none other than Mei Hatsume from the Support class. She was wearing a jetpack similar to the one she had at the Cultural Festival. They watched in stunned silence as she landed. “What are you doing here?” fumed Tenya Iida. He was still angry at her for having used him as a guinea pig to show off her inventions during the Cultural Festival. “Simple,” smiled Mei. “I overheard the green haired boy talking about the trip and decided to follow you guys up here.” Mei set her large pack down and gave Tenya a puzzled look. “Are you sure we met before? I really don’t remember you.” “How can you not remember me!? You used our fight at the Cultural Festival as a damn infomercial!” “Nope, still don’t remember. Oh well, I don’t really care anyway.” Mei then turned her attention back to her pack. After rummaging through it for a few seconds, she removed a small cube. “I suggest everybody take a step back,” she said as she pressed down on a red button and threw the cube a few feet in front of her. There was a bright flash followed by a plume of smoke. As the smoke cleared, everyone saw what looked like an adult version of a toddler’s training toilet now sitting where the cube had landed seconds earlier. “I will now introduce you to the Emergency Toilet, patent pending and name subject to change. With this baby here, you never have to worry about having to pee outside again. What’s more, you never have to worry about dumping anything out as this device drills a small hole in ground beneath it for getting rid of waste. All you have to do press the red button on the lower left side and the waste is gone.” “That’s great and all,” replied Kyoka, “but what about the privacy issue?” “Oh, I’m still working on that,” answered Mei. “This is just a prototype.” “So it’s essentially useless,” scoffed Tenya. “What if we put a tent around it?” interjected Ochaco. “Wouldn’t that solve the privacy issue?” “And just who do you expect is going to give up their tent?” asked Denki Kaminari. “It sure isn’t going to be any of us guys.” “If it’s a tent we need, I can create at least that much,” declared Momo in an attempt to keep the peace. A few minutes later, she had not only finished using her quirk to create the tent components but had also built the tent around the toilet. “That should do it,” she said as she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow. “I call using it first,” shouted Yuga. However, Kyoka stopped him before he could reach the tent. “Sorry, but this is for the girls only. The guys can pee outside,” said Kyoka. “But that’s not fair!” cried Denki. “You girls can’t just hog that thing all to yourselves.” “Actually, its completely fair,” shouted Mina Ashido. "What’s unfair is expecting us girls to sit on a piss-soaked toilet seat.” “She has a point,” said Deku, trying to diffuse the situation. “We don’t always have perfect aim and making the girls suffer for it would be wrong. While it’s not ideal, I have no issue with going outside for the next couple days.” “Midoriya’s right,” agreed Tenya. All the other guys began looking around at each other before finally nodding in agreement. Well, all except for Yuga who still did not want to pee outside. “Come on,” begged Yuga, “I’ll do anything, just please let me use it.” He was now shifting from foot to foot, his desperation blatantly obvious to those around him. The poor guy had maybe minutes at best, seconds at worst. But even through all that, his signature smile never faded from his face. “No,” answered Kyoka rather coldly. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning her head a bit, she saw that it was Ochaco. “Jiro, just let him use it,” smiled Ochaco. “Yeah,” agreed Momo. “I kinda feel sorry for him. The poor guy looks like he’s about to wet himself.” “If Momo and Ochaco are okay with it, I guess I can be too,” added Mina. Although in truth, her sudden change of heart was due to the fact that she could empathize with Yuga’s desperation as she was starting to feel a little desperate herself. “Fine,” grunted Kyoka. “But he has to pee sitting down as does any guy who wants to use this toilet.” “Merci,” said Yuga as he nodded in agreement. Holding his crotch for dear life, he hobbled past Kyoka and into the tent. He zipped it up and then the clearing went silent except for some brief rustling inside the tent. Just then a loud hissing noise began emanating from the tent. Nobody had to think twice about what it was. The sound lasted for about a minute and a half. It was then accompanied by what sounded like a flushing noise. A few seconds later Yuga came out of the tent. As he looked around, he saw that everyone was staring at him. “What are you all staring at? Is it my impossibly good looks?” “No dude,” replied Denki. “We could hear everything that happened in there.” “I see,” said Yuga as nonchalantly as he could. “Well I’m going to go for a little walk then.” Without saying another word, he turned his back to the group and walked off into the forest. He would not be back for a while. “Well at least we know the toilet works,” stated Deku in an attempt to break the awkward silence. Of course, everyone ignored him as their thoughts were stuck on the fact that anybody who used the toilet would suffer the same embarrassing fate as Yuga. Making a better attempt at breaking the silence, Mashirao suggested, “Why don’t we take a break for lunch?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, none of them knowing what to say, especially the girls. As the group began unpacking their lunches, Mei walked over to Deku and whispered, “Hey green-haired kid…” “My name’s Izuku Midoriya…” “Yeah whatever,” interrupted Mei. “Just meet me in the forest in a couple minutes at that large tree stump we passed earlier. I have something I want to show you in private.” Before Deku could ask anything more, Mei walked off. Deku’s face began to turn a little red as he began to ponder what Mei wanted. He waited for everyone to start eating before attempting to quietly slip away into the forest. However, this did not go unnoticed by Ochaco who had become a little unsettled by Mei’s presence around Deku. “Hey Deku,” called Ochaco just as Deku was about to leave the clearing. “What is it?” stammered Deku, trying his best to remain calm. “I was just going to ask if you wanted to eat together,” she replied. She quickly noticed that Deku kept looking off into the direction that Mei had gone in a few minutes earlier. “Where are you going?” she asked. “Oh,” paused Deku as he tried to think of a lie, “I think I dropped something on the way up here and I was going to retrace my steps a little to see if I could find it.” “I’ll come with you.” “You can’t!” blurted Deku. It was obvious by the expression on Ochaco’s face that he had hurt her feelings. Trying to cover for his little outburst, he said, “I mean the item isn’t something of sentimental value or anything like that. You should go eat and relax with the others. After all, I’m sure your tired from the long hike.” “Are you sure?” asked Ochaco, not quite buying his explanation. “Yeah. I’ll be back in a little bit.” “Ok, I’ll wait to eat until you get back.” “You don’t have to do that,” blushed Deku. In all honesty, he really wanted to eat lunch with Ochaco, but he couldn’t just abandon Mei. Finally giving in, he said, “Ok, I’m make it quick then.” And with that, he took off into the forest. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A few minutes later, Deku was at the large stump, but Mei was nowhere in sight. Feeling a slight urge to pee, he walked over to a patch of nearby trees. He was just barely unzipping his pants when he rounded a large tree. Just then, he looked down and saw Mei was squatted down less than an arm’s length away from him. Her pants were around her knees and a golden geyser was spewing forth from between her legs, turning the dirt beneath her a dark brown. As she looked up, she said, “Care to join me? I really don’t mind.” “I’m good,” gasped an embarrassed Deku as he quickly turned his back, but before he could walk away, he felt something grab the back of his pant leg. “Midoriya, is it?” began Mei, “Can you come closer for a second? My legs aren’t used to squatting like this and I want to use you as support.” “Aren’t you embarrassed?” stuttered Deku. “About what?” “About you peeing in front of a guy,” replied Deku. “I don’t see what the big deal is?” answered Mei. “Urinating is a natural function. Why should I be ashamed?” Deku could think of several good reasons, but it was then he remembered that he had heard rumors about this girl being oblivious to social cues. His thoughts were interrupted when Mei yelled, “Are you going to help me or not? I feel like I’m about to fall over.” Unable to say no, Deku muttered, “Okay,” before backing up just enough that Mei could better grab his leg. His mind began to race as he tried to think about something other than the puddle growing underneath Mei. However, it wasn’t much use as the sound of her piss slapping the dirt and the faint smell of ammonia kept distracting him. He tried looking down at his shoes and as he did, he noticed that his fly was still unzipped and went to zip it up. “You know it’s okay if you want to whip it out and take a leak,” declared Mei as she heard the sound of Deku’s zipper. “I’m not going to do that in front of you,” blushed Deku. “Suit yourself,” said Mei. About half a minute later, her thick stream turned into a small trickle before dying off. Turning her head towards Deku, she asked, “Do you have any toilet paper or tissue or something to wipe with?” As embarrassing as the question was, Deku none the less began searching his pockets for something that Mei could use. In the end he found a small pack of tissues that his mother had forced him to take along. Now he was kind of glad that he had. He took out one of the tissues and handed it to Mei. Deku could hear her as she cleaned herself off, followed by the rustling noise of her pulling up her pants. Unable to take the awkwardness anymore, Deku finally asked, “What did you bring me out here for anyway?” “Oh, I almost forgot all about that,” laughed Mei as she walked past Deku and back to the stump. She then reached behind the stump and pulled out the small bag that she had taken out of her larger pack back at the campsite while everyone was distracted with the Emergency Toilet. “What’s in there?” questioned Deku as he walked over to the stump. “It’s my newest invention,” she exclaimed as she opened the bag and took out what looked to be metal soles for shoes and a weird looking belt with a large buckle. “What is it?” asked Deku as he looked at the strange looking items now lying on the stump. “They’re parts for jet-propelled shoes. You simply attach these babies to the bottoms of your shoes and press the button in the center of the belt. Essentially your shoes become a jet pack. I used some of the same principles for this invention as I did with the jet pack you used during the Cultural Festival.” “You mean the one that you based off of Air Jet’s gear?” “Yes, only way better.” “That’s so cool!” shouted Deku, his inner fanboy bursting to the surface. “Do you think I could try it out a little?” “Of course,” smiled Mei, “after all, you are my test subject.” Mei then ordered Deku to sit on the stump as she set about attaching the metal soles to his shoes. As she attached them, Deku noticed dozens of little boosters dotted all along the bottoms of the soles. Once the soles were attached, she had him put on the belt. Taking a few steps back, she told him, “Now stand up and press the button. It’ll take a couple seconds for the boosters to start, but once they do, you should be able to start hovering.” “Got it,” said Deku as he pressed the button. Suddenly a loud sizzling noise filled the air. As Deku looked down, he saw that a small plume of smoke was beginning to rise up from the center of the belt. “Uh Hatsume…what’s happening?” asked Deku, doing his best not to panic. “Crap,” she screamed as she ran over and pushed him down onto the stump. She then ripped open the belt’s control panel. “The wires are split. I’ll need to fix it,” she explained as she unzipped her jacket, revealing a bunch of small tools. “I’ll just take this off then,” offered Deku, but before he could do anything, Mei grabbed his legs and spread them open, her face just centimeters from his crotch. “What are you doing?” he stuttered. “I’m trying to fix it,” she said as she pulled out a small soldering tool. As she turned it on, she said, “I would highly suggest that you try not to move unless you want me to damage something important.” As Mei set to work fixing the wires, Deku could feel her warm breath near his thighs. It was taking everything he had to keep himself under control. As he tried to think about something else, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that at least it was only the two of them there. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the camp, it had been almost ten minutes since Deku and Mei had snuck off and Ochaco was starting to get a little jealous. While she had never had a problem with Deku associating with other girls before, Yuga’s question to her during their battle with Thirteen during the final exams about whether she liked Deku or not had sent her mind into total disarray. She couldn’t tell what her feeling for Deku were and because of that, even being alone with Deku had become difficult for her. “Hey Ochaco, aren’t you going to eat?” asked Mina, her words snapping Ochaco back to reality. “Are you on a diet or something?” “I’m not,” answered Ochaco as she stole another glance back at the trees. “I’m waiting for Deku to come back. He promised me we’d eat together.” “Where is Deku anyway?” “He said that he thought he lost something in the forest on the way up here and that he was going to go look for it. I offered to help, but he told me to wait here.” She paused for a moment before standing up. “I think I’ll go look for him.” “I’ll go with you,” declared Mina as she placed the lid on her bento box and set it on the ground. Mina had spent the last several minutes contemplating whether she wanted to risk embarrassment by using the so-called Emergency Toilet, or whether she’d take her chances and find a private place in the forest to pop a squat. She had carefully weighed her options and found that sneaking off to pee in the forest would offer more privacy. The only problem was a certain little grape-haired pervert who might try to follow her. Seeing this as her chance to have a lookout, she forced herself to her feet. A sharp pain reverberated throughout her bladder. Not wanting to alert anybody else as to what was going on, she decided to clench her teeth and smile through the pain. By this time, she had realized that if she sat back down, there was no way she would be able to get back up again and still be dry. It was now or never. “You don’t have to go out of your way or anything…” began Ochaco. “Look, I have my reasons,” interrupted Mina, her voice beginning to betray her desperation. “Like what?” Mina moved closer to Ochaco and whispered, “The truth is I really need to pee, but I don’t want to go into the forest by myself especially with that little pervert Mineta around. Would you come with me and watch my back?” “Why don’t you just use the Emergency Toilet?” “After seeing what happened to Aoyama, would you want to use that thing?” Mina answered back. “Good point,” replied Ochaco. “Let’s move before we’re noticed.” The two then quietly snuck off into the trees. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As they walked through the forest, Mina placed one hand on her crotch and the other on Ochaco’s shoulder. Mina was hunched over a little. The pain was getting worse by the second and she could feel her bladder muscles slowly beginning to give way. She had half a mind to drop trou and piss right then and there. However, they were not yet far enough away for her to feel comfortable relieving herself. Mina quickly realized that thinking about her desperation wasn’t doing her any good and neither was hunching over. Mina let go of Ochaco’s arm and allowed her to walk a little ahead of her to scout for a good place to pee. As she attempted to focus her thoughts on something else, her foot suddenly hit a small tree root protruding from the ground. The poor girl lost her balance and fell to her knees. The shock of the fall weakened her bladder to the point that she could just barely hold back the raging waters inside of her. “Mina, are you alright?” shouted Ochaco as she ran over to her. “I think I’ve reached my limit,” she whined. “I can’t go any farther. I’ll have to do it here.” “Are you sure?” asked Ochaco. The area around them was dotted with trees, but none of them were positioned in such a way as to provide complete cover from the direction they had just come from. “Yes,” she gasped. Another burst of pain reverberated through her bladder. The seal was breaking. “Please help me,” begged Mina. “I don’t think I can move on my own.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” declared Ochaco as she sprang into action. She quickly squatted down in front of Mina. Ochaco then had Mina throw her arms around her neck while Ochaco wrapped her arms around Mina’s midsection. As carefully as she could, Ochaco slowly pulled Mina off of her knees and into a squatting position. “Ochaco, I need to ask a big favor of you,” said Mina. Her face now contorted in pain and dripping with sweat. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me how I can help.” “I think my legs are about to give out,” she gasped as another burst of pain jolted her bladder. “If I let go of you I think I’ll fall backwards.” “Don’t worry, you can hang on to me for as long as you need to.” “That’s not the issue,” replied Mina. “If I’m holding onto you, I can’t pull my shorts down, which means I’m going to need you to do it for me.” “I can’t!” blushed Ochaco. The thought of pulling down another girl’s pants was way too embarrassing. “If you don’t, I’ll wet myself. Please do it,” she begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it,” relented Ochaco. Ochaco pulled Mina as close as she could. She then removed her hands from Mina’s midsection and moved them down towards Mina’s shorts. Moving as quickly as she could, she unbuttoned and unzipped Nina’s shorts. Then, as carefully as possible, she began to pull down Mina’s shorts and panties. It wasn’t an easy task given the way Mina was positioned, but Ochaco was able to do it none the less. “Are they down now?” whispered Mina, her face resting against Ochaco’s chest. She was panting from the pain. “You’re good to go.” “Hey Ochaco?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry about this.” And with that, a loud sloshing sound shattered the relative quiet of the forest. It was followed by the sound of moaning. As Ochaco looked down, she saw a clear stream erupting from Mina’s pink pussy. The stream smashed into the dirt, turning it into mud. Realizing how embarrassing the whole situation must have been for Mina, Ochaco tried to look elsewhere. Suddenly, the sloshing sound was overtaken by a bubbling sound. Unable to fight her curiosity, Ochaco looked down again and saw that the puddle forming underneath Mina was not only bubbling, but it looked like her piss was dissolving the ground below. Mina must have sensed what Ochaco was thinking as the next thing she said was, “It’s awful isn’t it?” “What are you talking about?” “My piss. It’s eating away at the ground.” “Why is it doing that?” asked Ochaco. “It’s a side-effect of my Acid quirk,” answered Mina, her voice starting to tremble a little. “I don’t have complete control of my quirk yet and because of that my urine sometimes ends up being so acidic that it can melt almost anything it touches.” “So then how do you use the toilet without breaking it?” “I had a special chemical made to neutralize the acid. I have to pour into the toilet before I use it. Pretty disgusting, huh?” Ochaco could tell that Mina was fighting back tears as she admitted these things. “I don’t think so,” smiled Ochaco. “I think it’s unique in a cool way of course.” “Promise you won’t tell anybody about this?” “I promise.” “Thank you Ochaco. You’re a good friend,” said Mina. About thirty seconds later, her stream finally ceased. With the pain gone, Mina was finally able to stand up on her own. Ochaco pulled a pack of tissues out of her pocket and handed it to Mina. Mina then went about wiping herself off. When she was done, she pulled up her panties and shorts. “Do you want to head back to the camp?” she asked as she buttoned and zipped her shorts. “No, I’m going to go look for Deku,” answered Ochaco. “You can go back to the camp if you want.” “I think I will,” stated Mina as she turned around and began walking towards camp. Before she left, she shouted, “You better hurry up and find him quickly, otherwise everyone will be done with lunch by the time you guys start.” And with that, she disappeared into the trees. “She’s right,” muttered Ochaco to herself as she turned towards the direction that she had seen Deku walk off in. “I better find him quickly.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Ochaco walked deeper into the forest, she began to wonder whether she would really be able to find Deku. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered whether by finding him, she might see something that she didn’t want to. Even still, she kept pushing onward. Two more minutes passed before she changed her mind and decided to head back. The forest was way too big and there was no guarantee that Deku hadn’t changed directions. For all she knew, he could already be back at camp waiting for her to return. She was just getting ready to turn around when she heard a high-pitched male scream a short distance away. It sounded like Deku. Fearing that he was in trouble, Ochaco ran off in the direction of the scream. Less than a minute later, she found the source. She quickly hid herself behind a tree and peeked her head around it. A few yards away from her was Deku. He was sitting on a large stump, but he was not alone. Mei was there with him and she had her head between his legs. As Ochaco looked at Deku’s face, she thought he looked aroused. Suddenly, Ochaco heard Deku say, “Hatsume, are you almost done? My thighs hurt, and this is starting to feel really weird.” “Hold still. You’re not getting up until I’m satisfied. I’m almost done. Just be a man and take it,” yelled Mei, sweat beginning to form above her upper lip. Ochaco didn’t know what was going on, but she knew that she had seen enough. As she stepped back, her foot landed on a twig, snapping it in two. The cracking of the twig was enough to draw Mei and Deku’s attention. “Uraraka!” shouted Deku. “Hey,” called Mei as she turned her head to Ochaco. Ocahaco watched as the girl wiped her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” stuttered Ochaco as she took a couple steps back. Her face was beet red and she was not able to look either of them in the eyes. It took Deku a couple seconds to realize what was going on. “Wait Uraraka,” he cried, “it’s not what it looks like.” But it was too late. Ochaco had already turned around and bolted for the campsite. As he watched her leave, he wondered how in the world he was going to clear up this understanding. Little did he know that things were about to get a bit more complicated for the two of them before the trip was over. To be Continued….
  19. 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!
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  21. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen Page 7 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her lovable huggable puppy bro, Fwo. ^~^ Ok, I think sissy has waited long enough. It's time to let the floodgates open X3 Fwo loves his "wet" big sister. But is this the end??? I don't see any "The End" sign tattooed on her squishy booty yet. >//v///<
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