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View File SCOP-521 Scene 1 - A female jogger desperate to pee knocks on a mans door asking him to use his bathroom. For some reason them man wont let her go inside his bathroom the woman begs and pleads until she finally cant hold it anymore and wets herself. Scene 2 - A woman appearing to be drunk and desperate to pee late at night knocks on a mans door asking to use his bathroom. The man refuses to let her in. The woman really needs to pee and trys persuading the man multiple times even offering to let him play with her breast's and trying to trick him pointing at the sky to get him to look at something and trying to run inside. After many failed attempts to get in she loses control and wets herself. Then she just walks in and passes out on his couch. Scene 3 - A woman desperate to pee walks down a street and notices a man entering his home and asks if she could use the restroom. The man is reluctant to let her use the bathroom the woman squirms and begs but eventually wets herself. The man takes her to a room and offers to dry off her legs with a towel. She agrees and after he gets done she immediately wets herself again peeing even more. File 4 (SCOP-521-Uncut) - This contains all 3 files plus all the sex that happens after each wetting. There is a lot of extra peeing and squirting in between and during the sex parts of this JAV Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/30/2019 Category JAV Collections  

Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued

Tina Forenson was wearing tight butt-length jean shorts and a tight tight tank top which showed off her toothpick body. In 5th period, the junior began having the urge to pee from her 20 oz bottle of lemonade. Just after lunch the liquid filled her micro bladder. Her butt wiggled and her hands stayed at her sides, not raised. She was a honor student who prefered to listen to what the teacher is saying. Never asking to leave is what a premier honor student does. Finally class ended and walking to the nearest bathroom the stressed bladder saw that it was being cleaned. Walking up to the second floor bathroom, Tina saw that the line was 40 girls long, mainly due to the third bathroom having four of six stalls broken. Most girls who didn't care about school stayed in the long long long line. Tina decided to go to class, she figured she could just squeeze her legs together or dance in her seat if need too. 30 into the 55 min 6th hour class, Tina began to doubt herself. She was putting so much effort into stareing at her teacher. Tina's legs were swaying a lot and switching positions. She lost more focus, but barely survived with a couple of wet spots on her panties. Tina knew that if she did not get to go inbetween classes, the urge would become unbearable. Before her last class, she went to the 1st floor, bathrooms still being cleaned, than the second floor with a line. The line was shorter, 17 girls in it with 3 minutes left in passing period. She decided to try to pee. The line moved fast, but there were still 2 girls ahead of her at the point were she had to head to class to avoid a tardy. Tina did not believe she would make it another hour and 10 minutes were she could use her own bathroom. She was leaning forward in her seat struggling. The sensesation was so intense in her bladder at this point. She saw the clock, still twenty min left. Her legs kicked and kicked. Other students stared into her eyes. Boys that liked her gave the girl their full attention. Finally, the poor youngster had enough, she raised her hand and the teacher granted her permission to use the restroom. She ran up a flight of stairs to the top floor bathroom. Her back was hunched over hands between her legs. She hopped while at the back of a four teenager line. She let out a screech or two. By the time she was the next in line, it was too much for tiny Tina. She let loose all over her tiny shorts. Post width streams ran all down her. Tina cried a little but went to the nurse who gave her clean clothes, and went on to finish her school day.

Chapter 1 Mrs. Clemens ran into the school at the start of the day. She tossed her empty coffee into the garbage can. Having forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home, and then guzzling down her coffee only worsened things. Her bladder felt hard and heavy, aching so bad she almost just wanted to pee her pants right there. She ran up to the bathroom, a one person’s room, there was one for ladies and one for men, and she shoved her key in and tried to turn, but no good. Sweating, shaking, she knocked on the door fast and with force. “Um, um, are you almost done in there?” asked the desperate thirty-year-old. “In a minute.” With her bag hanging over her arm, Mrs. Clemens kept her legs tight together as her feet paced back and forth. She saw a couple student walked by and giggled. Embarrassing. She pushed her hands up against her crotch and crossed her legs. She felt herself losing control, her eye widening, the pain so bad. The pee inside slowly moving through her crotch, trying to push the cracks of her crotch opened and flood her underwear and pants. “No, no, no, no!” she freaked out. She was about to knock again when the door opened, and Mrs. Clemens ran in, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them and her white panties down, and spreading her legs as she sat on that toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. A loud stream shot out of her, splashing the toilet water sending drops at her ass that were cold. The sweet relief as she sat down letting it all out, avoding a major accident. After a minute, she flushed, got her pants back up, washed her hands and went to her class to start the day. Mrs. Michaud was a tall woman. Amazon lady-like tall. Her long, muscular legs made her 40-year-old body still seem like early thirties, late twenties and a ten on the hottie scale. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a long ponytail, and she wore black nylons over her tall legs, with a dark red short skirt over it. Her torso was covered by a tight black sweater. It was only the beginning of May, and a good two months of school left. The sun blazed onto the high school making teachers and students like Michaud sweat. “Jesus,” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She guzzled a large portion of her big water bottle and her throat expanded and gulped as it all went into her body. Across the hall Ms. Lee, who was getting married at the end of the school year. She was a thin, hot blonde in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair lased over her shoulders as a tight gray top stretched over her boobs. Her black jacket was more for show than need, since it was so hot, she wish she had not worn it. Her tight black jeans showed off her sexy crotch and ass and cut off at the ankles where she wore brown heels. Her XL Ice Coffee from the donut shop this morning both perked her up and cooled her off. Mrs. Clemens, although her marriage seemed on the rocks lately, she remained optimistic. After all despite a tiny bit of chubby around the hips and legs, those tight blue jeans, white t-shirt with a black sweater tight over it showed off her classy, figure. Her short brown hair hung over her ears, and she wore brown shoes that had the back cut off which allowed people to see her white socks. She sat with her feet up on her desk, ankles crossed, and read aloud to her students from the poem they were reviewing. “And to the wind, comes the night, let the rivers flow and-,” just then, Mrs. Clemens was cut off by a slight tingling in her lower body. A familiar pressure. Not even close to bad. But a slight annoyance as she felt it push up again here and there. Perhaps she should not have had her morning coffee so fast and guzzled down that can of cola from the teacher’s break room vending machine. She whistled quietly to herself as a student read on. The first bell of the day rang, and classes ended. Everyone headed out. Mrs. Tuley, a physics teacher, had her class on the other side of the school today as most of the rooms on the other side of the school was being renovated. Construction left holes in the walls, power lines turned off, and the plumbing exposed. Some classrooms were still opened, but it was still a hassle for some. Mrs. Tuley dismissed her class, and thank the heavens the teacher’s lavatory was right next to the computer lab. She unlocked it with her designated key, and went in to do her business. Down the hall came Mrs. Clemens, her nice ass shaking back and forth. For thirty-years-old, she still looked pretty good. She stuck her key in the teacher’s lavatory door, tried to turn it, but it felt like it did not move. She grabbed the handle and tried turning it, but no good. She tried harder turning the key, but nothing. She knocked, and heard from the inside, “Occupied.” Mrs. Clemens sighed as she stood against the wall across from the bathroom. Her hands in her pockets, whistling quietly. The remaining of her morning coffee that had not made it out this morning since it had not reached her bladder yet, mixed with the digested cola. Such a hot day. She walked over to the drinking fountain and took a long sip. She saw Mrs. Michaud and Ms. Lee walking towards the bathroom so she hurried back so she could remain in front. Michaud was right behind her, Lee at the end, and each motioned their hips back and forth as they waited for the toilet…. To be continued…

“Ahh…” Kelly smiled and stretched as she woke up for school. 7:00 sharp, as she always did. A tomboyish, tan, fit 18-year-old girl, her red hair hung down to her shoulders. She wore a simple t-shirt and panties combo to bed, and nothing else. She felt if she wore too much she’d get too hot at night. As Kelly woke up, a familiar feeling hit her. She had to pee REALLY badly. She always did when she woke up, it was always inevitable. No matter what she tried, she could never stop herself from having to pee. She ran to the bathroom but realized it was locked. “Ohhh…” she moaned and banged on the door, crossing her legs hard, she didn’t think she could hold it. “Who’s there?” her sister Melanie yelled from inside. “It’s Kelly, open the door! I’ve gotta pee!” “It’ll have to wait!” Mel yelled out, “I just found out I’ve got the flu!” Kelly heard the feint sounds of her sister being sick in the bathroom. She knew she couldn’t wait, but she decided to be nice to her sister and walked back into her room, trying to find something to take her mind off of it. And she did find something. The clock that said 7:50. “Oh my god, I overslept!” Kelly quickly got dressed and ran out of the house, putting her bladder on hold. Kelly, now dressed in a purple t-shirt, black leggings, tights, and a pair of black flip-flops, with her red hair in a ponytail, ran to the bus and got on. The bus ride to school was torture. She sat there squirming hard, crossing her legs to try and keep it all in. She was a bit too shy to hold herself in front of everyone on the bus, but her quivering legs told them all they needed to. She was ready to explode. As the bus arrived, Kelly thanked whatever deity she believed in that she hadn’t leaked yet. She quickly got inside… well, at quickly as she could without spilling, and found the closest bathroom. On the verge of bursting, she walked into the bathroom, only to see, in horror, that all the stalls were occupied! She couldn’t believe it, 4 stalls and none of them had any vacancy! Kelly squirmed hard and, since nobody was around, grabbed herself, trying to hold it all in. Her face showed great pain, she felt agony as her bladder pulsed with every passing second, the pee being pushed to the hole, and her having to snap it shut! Soon a toilet flushed. It made her moan and grip herself tighter, crossing her legs tightly and shutting her eyes, but it had a good side to it. Soon the girl came out of the stall, and Kelly quickly ran inside to take her place. Pulling her tights down, she finally got her sweet relief! It felt amazing, she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never let it get this bad, and she had never released this much pee all at once. It was almost orgasmic… almost. One thing was for sure, though… If she had released this much onto the floor of the school, she would never have lived it down. After seeing her boyfriend, Bruce, and he gave her a soda, she drank it down quickly. She needed to get to class, and they didn’t appreciate sugary drinks in the classrooms. It was a policy that she thought made a lot of sense, if it spilled it would attract bugs. So she finished it quickly and went to class. After her first class was over, she took a big drink of water from the fountain. She was parched, drinking a whole soda actually made her mouth sticky and kinda dry. Afterwards, she talked with her friends a bit. “So,” she said, “I almost didn’t make it!” she was telling her friends about her experience. “I had to pee SO badly, and the bathroom was occupied, I actually came here with a full bladder!” “Wow,” her friend Mandy said, “You made the full, 10-minute bus ride here with a bursting bladder?” “I sure did!” Kelly said, smiling, sort of proud of herself, in a way she never really had been before. “You should be careful,” her other friend, Penelope, told her. “You could lose it at any time if you hold it in for that long, especially with how much you’re drinking!” Penelope had a tendency to get really concerned about her friends, but it proved that she cared. Kelly shook her head. “No need to worry about me, Penny. The school’s got plenty of bathrooms!” She smiled, taking one last sip from the fountain. “They’ve got all I need.” “I-if you say so…” Penelope nodded and blushed a bit. She was a very shy girl. “Just… be careful? Please?” Kelly chuckled a bit and nodded. “Okay, okay… for you, Penelope.” She smiled at her as she left for her second class. She ignored her friend’s advice, passing right by the closest bathroom in order to get to class. As Kelly’s second class was really boring. As the teacher droned on about some geography nonsense, the redhead started to notice a twinge in her bladder. She put her hand up and the teacher let her go to the bathroom. She sighed happily and got up, getting to the bathroom soon, but as she pushed the door, it only went partway. She listened in, and heard some girls talking. “Aah…” she knocked on the door. “H-hey, can you let me in!? I’ve gotta pee!” “Too bad!” one of the girls said. “You’re not allowed in here!” Bitches. They wouldn’t let her in because she wasn’t part of their little group. “Aah…” she put a hand in her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom, but she couldn’t get in! She squirmed, bouncing up and down in place, trying to keep it all in. She was right there! She needed it so badly! She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Kelly held herself as she tried knocking 2 more times, before finally giving up. She knew she wasn’t getting anywhere. She looked around for another bathroom, but didn’t see one around. She shivered a little, bouncing in place and moaning to herself, and slowly walked back to class. Kelly looked at the clock. 20 minutes left. She decided to try and hide it, she was sitting near the middle of the classroom, and beside her boyfriend. It would be embarrassing to wiggle in desperation in the middle of class! Kelly held as still as she possibly could. She did squirm a little bit, but it wasn’t really noticeable, and luckily nobody turned to face her. The 20 minutes went by surprisingly quickly, especially for someone who had to pee, but Kelly was focused on a goal: after class she was going to go! Penelope was right, she didn’t want to burst in the middle of class! She got to the closest girl’s bathroom and sighed in relief, but then stopped. “Hold on…” she said to herself, “I’ve got to be stronger than this!” She remembered that morning, when she held a bursting pot of pee the whole bus ride to school, AND with a couple minutes of a completely full bathroom, waiting her turn patiently! She could keep holding… and she would! Kelly passed the bathroom, on the way to her third class of the day, luckily a bit more of an engaging one this time. By the end of the class, she was nearly bursting again! She squirmed, despite her efforts not to. She tried and tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. But it was enough not to draw anyone’s attention, at least for the moment. She shook a little as she stood up, after the bell rang. She headed for the bathroom, but ran into Bruce. “O-oh, um… h-hey honey…” she looked up at him and smiled, trying to keep her composure. “Hey Kel!” That was his nickname for her. She found it cute. “Wanna walk to class together?” “U-um…” Kelly’s heart sank. She’d have to wait even longer to let all her pee go! It was already hurting. “S-s-sure…” She tried as hard as she could to hold it without grabbing herself, and she was managing, but it took almost everything she had. She clenched her muscles as the two walked together, Bruce smiling obliviously. The two passed a bathroom, and Kelly moaned a bit. ‘You okay Kel?” Bruce heard her! “U-um, fine!” she blushed hard, looking down at the floor. “Just, um… got a cramp…” Bruce nodded. “Oh, okay. Better now?” Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I-I’m… f-fine…” Period four was about an hour long, but it felt like an eternity for the busting redhead. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. By the time she was halfway through class, if she didn’t hold herself she was going to leak. She shivered in desperation as she looked around the classroom, at all the other students. Her flip-flops ended up slipping off from how much she was shaking. The now barefoot girl looked at the clock. “Th-thirty minutes l-left… c-come on, Kelly, you c-can do this…” Twenty-seven minutes later, she was ready to explode. It felt like it did this morning. Maybe even worse. She couldn’t tell. All she knew was, if she didn’t have both legs double-crossed, with her hands buried in her crotch, she’d explode all over the floor of the classroom. “Aah… I-I need to h-hold on… I-I need to make it… three more minutes a-and I can pee…” That’s when it happened. The announcement. “Attention all students and staff. There has been a severe plumbing malfunction. The system somehow burst, so all bathrooms will be temporarily out of service. Thank you for understanding.” “N-n-no!” Kelly gasped, her aching bladder sticking out. She shivered harder in desperation. Everyone stared at her as the realization sunk in. She couldn’t pee. She needed it more than she ever did before, and she couldn’t do it. She almost cried. She needed the toilet so badly. It hurt. It was beyond hurting, it was agony. “I-I can’t hold it! I need it now! Oh, why didn’t I go when I had the chance!?” After class was over, the bell rang for lunch. She walked to the cafeteria, passing a bathroom and wincing as her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed it. As she sat down with her friends, she took a look around to try and distract herself from her heavy, busting bladder. Though nothing really helped. In fact, a lot of things made it worse. A few kids had water bottles, outside there was a custodian watering some plants, and of course there were juice boxes. She held herself, still not trying to hide it. She crossed her legs. “I-I hope they f-fix the bathrooms, and fast… I-I-I’m gonna e-explode!” she admitted to her friends. “Damn,” Mandy said, “Is it really that bad?” Kelly just nodded, not wanting to try talking again. If she sounded as desperate as she felt, then she didn’t want people to hear her like that. She overheard some people talking. “So she was sprayed with the hose, water went everywhere!” they laughed. Kelly squirmed, starting to sweat from how hard she was working to keep it all in. “Aah… I-I can’t t-take it… a-at this rate, I-I’m going to b-burst!” She ran out of the cafeteria, her boyfriend following her. “Kel, wait!” He found her and stopped her. “Let’s not do this now! People are eating out here. Plus, they haven’t fixed the bathrooms yet.” “T…true… okay, good thinking…” she walked back in, waiting out the clock. She shook in desperation as she waited for the grueling hour-long lunch period to end. Kelly managed to get to the next class, somehow, but she walked past it. She saw the door out of the school and ran towards it. She could pee outside in a bush, nobody would know! Then she could return to class and everything would be fine. She ran out to the door, but was stopped. “Huh?” It was a teacher. “Kelly, where are you going?” “J-just… um… enjoying the breeze?” “Get back to class, Kelly.” She squirmed. “S-sir, may I please… aah… g-go relieve myself first? I can’t concentrate like this!” He looked at her, and noticed how much she was shaking and squirming. He nodded. “I agree. But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. The bathrooms are being repaired, you’ll just have to hold it.” “H-hold it!? N-no, I can’t! I-I can’t!” She pushed past the teacher. It was something she didn’t like to do, but she needed this. As Kelly left, she ran out into the hall, and soon found a garbage can, smiling a little, then tried to take off her tights. “W-what?” she pulled and tugged, but they wouldn’t come off without ripping. Her bladder had come out so far, her tights were catching on it! She almost got them down, when a teacher came around the corner. “Oh, nooo!” She squirmed more, jamming her hands back into her crotch, holding herself closed as they teacher approached. “What are you doing out here?” he asked. “Um, n-n-nothing, s-sir…” He nodded. “Very well…” She squirmed even harder, and ran around the halls for a bit, trying in vain to find somewhere private and appropriate to pee. She soon ran into something she really wished she didn’t… she got into the gym, and saw a bunch of kids playing with water balloons. They burst, and she clutched herself, tears forming in her eyes from how desperately she needed release. She ran into what she thought was the hall, but it turns out was the shower room. She saw all the shower heads running and it nearly made her lose it. She leaked a little, getting some drops in her panties. She had to get out of there! She ran out of the gym and stopped. Not because she wanted to, but because her body forced her to. She got a huge wave of desperation and needed to stop. Soon, however, she was joined by Bruce. “N-no… n-not now…” she looked up at him, her legs crossed tightly, her hands pressed into her crotch, as they had been before. “Kel… I’m so sorry…” Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Kelly looked up at him. “I-it’s okay… th-thanks…” she smiled, almost too desperate to pay attention to him. She got another wave and gasped, crossing her legs even tighter. She clenched her teeth, sweating and shaking as she tried not to let her bladder pop like a water balloon. After a few minutes, a few more students came out. Kelly looked up at them. She was walking very slowly. The cold school floor on her now-bare feet wasn’t helping the matter at all. She was on the verge. She felt it. “Aah… B-Bruce… th-this is i-it… i-i-if I take a-another s-step, I-I’m g-g-gonna b-burst!” “Let me help you!” He smiled, kissing her gently. She blushed and leaned into the kiss. And for a brief moment, she forgot about her aching bladder. She sighed happily. It was a really good distraction. Too good. All at once, Kelly’s torrent of hot pee erupted from her body! Her bladder had burst, in front of what had to be at least two dozen students, as well as her boyfriend! She looked down and screamed. “AAAH! NOOOO! PLEASE G-GOD, N-NOO!” Kelly gripped her crotch again, covering the increasingly-big wet spot on her tights and trying to slow the flow, but to no avail, as she closed her eyes, tears forming in them as she sat down in the puddle she created. Her panties turned a dark colour, slowly but surely, spreading out quickly. They were getting soaked, as were her hands. She shut her eyes tightly as the yellow puddle formed around her. This went on for a good minute and a half, the puddle getting bigger, more people crowding around, some staring in awe, some taking pictures, others trying to contain their laughter. Finally she stopped, looking up at Bruce with a mixture of sadness and embarrassment. She looked down at the puddle she made and frowned, knowing her tights were soaked now too. Bruce frowned. “Oh, Kel…” He blushed, helping her off the ground. “B-Bruce…” she hugged him, crying into his chest. Later that day, Kelly was at home, now in dry clothes, and Bruce had come with her. She was sitting on her bed, her boyfriend standing next to it. “Don’t feel bad,” Bruce said, “We all make mistakes.” “Not like that!” she said. “Hey…” Bruce leaned down and hugged her. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Kelly smiled and hugged back. “I love you too.” “Plus,” he said, “…It was kinda hot.” Kelly blushed. “Thanks, babe…” The End! (This is half of a story trade with Rick Dixon! Hope you all like it! ^_^)

So.. recently I've been having a lot of fantasies lately.. about me having to pee a FUCKING FOUNTAIN.. so I decided I could just share it on here cause um... yeah. I imagine myself sometimes walking home from work, intentionally not using the toilet cause it seems fun. I would end up coming in home desperate to pee, at a like.. 7 but they would sometimes go wrong. The work doesn't have good AC and so I have basically 1.5L in my body and it's during the summer so I try to drink some more water so I'm not fully dehydrated. When I come into the apartment building their actually working AC flows in and my desperation goes from a 6 or 7 to an 8.. sometimes a 9. I then rush to the elevator, hoping nobody has to use it. This time, I was the first to use it, my floor would be on floor 21, and on about floor 5.. some guy comes in and sees me. I try to tone down the pure desperation dance I am having and he questions it. But I try to shake it off, telling him that everything was all good (When in reality I am FUCKING BURSTING).. he eventually realizes that I actually have to pee, and so he reaches for the elevator control panel. I realize that he's aiming for the higher ones, and so I instinctively slap his hand away telling him to seriously fuck off with that. He then says he has to meet a friend on floor 20. My body twitched and he managed to push floor 20 successfully. I just glared at him but try to hold myself in.. trying not to talk to the omoorg discord cause I wouldn't want him to know what's up lol Well.. he did actually leave at floor 20, and as he left.. I just heard him say "I wish she would wet herself.." and I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" and the elevator closed and I finished saying "EXCUSE ME?!" So um.. I ended up going to my floor.. and the sudden stop on the elevator and my mind knowing what floor I'm on, PLUS the fact my bladder is literally 8.9.. it just entered a 9 for a second and I just leaked all over my skirt and stocking.. I just fucking DASHED to my fucking room. Realizing that I am literally at my peak. I CANNOT HOLD ANY MORE OF THE PEE IN MY BLADDER RIGHT NOW So.. I got to my apartment, and tried to dig around for my purse.. but just realized that one.. 1) I had eyes all over me. 2) I.. dropped.. my purse.. when I started.. running. I just looked towards the elevator.. realizing that I have to run.. all the way back there.. Then I saw it.. My purse on one of the bystanders.. I just looked at it like it was a miracle upon me that I didn't have to run over there again.. Then my body shot the fuck up.. and I just slammed my body on the wall.. or what felt like it... THIS BODY HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PISS. IT IS GOING TO LEAVE NOW. And I just felt some of me pee just leak through my panties and stockings.. and I couldn't hide my desperation anymore. I HAD TO GRIP ON FOR DEAR FUCKING LIFE. The stranger, thankfully, and for the love of thankfullness.. opened my door for me.. and when he did.. I didn't even hesitate to headbutt through the door.. full send.. And now.. I went from barely leaking.. To leaking big. (Basically peeing myself) I just sprinted towards my bathroom, realizing for a fucking fact that I just leaked so fucking much onto the floor. My legs, arms, anything couldn't hold it the fuck in. I ended up shoving my bathroom door out of the way and I tried to get my skirt off, my leggings off.. but then my bladder just gave way.. it started peeing with or without my consent. SO FUCK IT. I SAT ON THE TOILET, MY STOCKING BARELY COVERING MY CROTCH AND PANTIES STILL ON AND I JUST PISSED. And how did it feel? Fucking. Great. The feeling was so great I literally moaned as the hissing just came through as I just started pissing into the toilet.. My body just felt like everything is leaving into the toilet... and everything.. just poured out.. The sweat on my body.. the feeling that people are watching.. this feeling... Wait...

Chapter 5: Being Buried Alive is Actually Fun?! Who Knew? Jason and I ran into the collapsing skyscraper. Do not ask me why. We thought it'd be safer than being outside on the street I guess. But that doesn't matter anymore. After about five seconds of us bolting inside like idiots the lobby floor beneath our feet crumbled away and we fell down a few basement floors. After regenerating our leg bones and other broken shit, a few minutes later we were very lucky and ended up in one safe corner of said basement. Lucky that our heads and cores didn't get crushed I mean. I had to sever my leg and regenerate a new one, that wasn't fun. Jason also had to regrow his one arm up to the elbow so we both fucked up our bodies hard today. Get your mind outta the sewers you perverts you. We only had about maybe seventy square feet of walking room, probably less. We could see the aging daylight coming in through a massive pile of debris that blocked off our path so that was good, fresh oxygen and all that. The problem was, we couldn't reach it or climb up there. All the huge slabs of rubble around us were too big to move. It'd take alot of effort to dig ourselves out and I don't even know if we have the adequate tools to do so. We are trapped. The rubble just keeps growing and growing as the building continues to collapse. After about ten minutes, the ground finally stops shaking from the impacts of tons and tons of debris hitting well, everything. After that sound dies down we occasionally hear more distant explosions. Extra missiles coming into Dallas I guess. Perfect. I sigh as I look through my backpack. seven bottles of water, four cans of food. A single pair of panties and a bra. I was gonna loot more clothing today but fuck, guess that's not gonna happen now. Water. Oh god water. What will we do when we have to piss?! Oh... oh no. Jason's gonna have to poo sometime isn't he? Oh god I don't want to have to smell that. We could be down here for a long while. Shit. Literally. "I wonder who attacked this building," Jason says rather casually after he gets his arm back, his voice as gruff as always. I don't find it sexy at all. Nope, not at all. "Was it a US Missile? Was it attack sent by another country? Terrorists? Rebels?" "I dunno, maybe someone was targeting the alien spacecraft and missed... a lot of shots." That's the best explanation I can come up with on the spot but who the fuck actually knows. I look at the internet on my Core's HUD for info about the attack but I found nothing. Whatever was happening here hadn't been made public yet or maybe it never will be. Maybe it's too soon for the news to spread? Probably. It's only been about fifteen minutes since we've been down here. Few people outside of the USA probably care about us anymore really. "It will be dark soon. We should decide how much of our flashlight's power we'll use, if any at all." I try to remain logical on the outside, even though I know I'll have to pee within the hour in all likelihood. "We have plenty of food," says Jason, holding up a silver tin. "So yeah, let's not waste the flashlights tonight." I nod. I guess we should conserve our batteries energy just in case we're trapped down here longer than we should be. It would suck to be stuck here underground and have no light too. Yay distracting myself by thinking of electrical hand torches, woohoo! The two of us start eating a can of food we had with us. He has some kinda pasta while I have peaches. Great supper. Love it. I'm starting to forget what a warm homecooked meal tastes like. I'm so sick of this kind of bland nourishment. Come to think of it... the last warm meal I had was with Jason. Hmm. It was at this moment when he realized what I had awhile ago. His mind must have clearly been in the clouds... or maybe on some more important things I didn't think of, I don't know. "Yeah shit... I just realized... small space... is gonna make going to the washroom... difficult." He audibly gulps and I can't help but chuckle. "Yeah no shit sherlock." I tease with an evil grin on my face. "I started dreading that when the building finally stopped crumbling down." We're like three basement levels deep, maybe four. It's not like we can claw ourselves out of here in a day and not have to piss out a flaming hose of horny juice by then. Even so, Jason starts panicking abit and clawing at the now reddish light hole coming from the setting sun. "Oh god we could be stuck down here for weeks!" Jason barks. "Probably." I take my biggest combat knife I have with me and begin to chip away at the floor in the southern "corner" of the room. I think we're caged in the north-east corner right now but I'm not entirely sure. Pretty sure it's that though, judging from the angle of the sunlight coming in and the orientation of the two walls meeting behind us. Anyway I keep picking away at the basement's floor, trying to make a decent sized hole. Jason, after shouting and scratching his fingers down to the bone several times, finally gives up trying to escape for now as he sits down and lets his hands regenerate fully. I don't know why he did that, the pain must've been awful unless he has some sort of pain nullifying skill. "What're you doing?" He says as I'm pretty sure he's staring directly as my ass as I continue to pull the floor away haphazardly. "Making a toilet of sorts." I say rather nonchalantly, "If we piss on the flat concrete it'll quickly spread out to all our current living space. Neither of us would want that. Plus you need a place to poop so..." "Don't you mean we need a place?" Jason inquires, confused. Oh. Shit. I forgot he doesn't know about my super ability that allows me to never have to drop turds. "No I uhh." I usher out a loud fake cough. "One of my abilities is that I never have to uhh, take a shit again." Jason just stares at me dumbfounded. "Really? You unlocked such an ability? How many souls it cost you?" "Don't remember. It was very cheap though, like 200 souls or something." I casually reply. "Why didn't you tell me? I can easily afford that... phew... no feces here." Jason says as he sighs deeply. A few seconds later, I hear a very loud fart coming from Jason's side of the room. I drop the knife and laugh hysterically. I forgot that happened to me too when I first unlocked that skill. Oh god it smells awful. Stinky. Stinky boy. "What the fuck?" Jason is blushing such a bright shade of red that he may as well be... a police siren... or something. I suck with words ok? Fuck off. I finally manage to stop laughing when my stomach starts to hurt too much. Oh god that was hilarious. Laughing out loud at a loud fart... I must be eleven years old again. "Yeah the ability only stops you from pooping. It doesn't effect your gas or your liquid..." I realize I'm explaining what my body does to him so I stop myself in my tracks. Fuck. My stomach rumbles. It's only been like ten minutes since we ate but I can already feel the urine pressing against the inner walls of my bladder. Another side effect of this ability is that you have to urinate alot more than the average person. But I'm sure Jason will realize that soon as well, if he cares enough to look it up on his skill list or whatever. If I know him as well as I think I do, he'll probably just ignore it for now. After the smell of Jason's flatulence has disappeared mostly, I keep digging our crude potty out of the stone cold Steve Austin floor. I swear he's still enjoying the view of my glorious butt. What a prick. And I'm stuck with him in a tight space. This will force us to basically sleep side by side which we've never done before. I've been horny for Jason for what feels like ever but it's only been for a little over six weeks since we met. He's shown no romantic interest in me... so why the hell am I so turned on right now? Fuck. I guess it's just because we're trapped down here underground with no escape, like some porno fantasy. Maybe that makes sense, maybe not. It's probably just my overactive libido and nothing more. It's June by the way so... still two months left of me being in heat. Great. Jason comes up from behind me and helps me dig with his own improvised tool, some kinda ice pick or screwdriver I think. A thought enters my mind... I don't care about how this sounds. This is too fucking funny. I can't stop laughing. We're literally working together in a small space, digging out our peepee hole. Yes I have the maturity of an eleven year old as I said before piss off. Oh god I need to have a piss off right about now. "What's so funny?" He questions rather bluntly. Same old Jason... not seductive or romantic in the least. Geez my taste in males is awful. "Uhm... we're digging out a pit to piss into... yeah." My mind races for something else to say before I burst out laughing again. "Do you want to watch-" Good job Vaine, great thing you said. Best line ever, 10/10. Oh god now I'm blushing hard and my pussy is quivering and asking for desperate relief. Fuck my life. Jason laughs loudly as he stares at me and continues to work with his screwdriver. He's wearing a huge smug smile on his face. Great. Now we've both been super embarrassed in one day and our score is back to even. Dammit I wanna be ontop! Not like that- shit. We keep digging for about five more minutes and we hit a large metal pipe. This means there's a drainage system here. It could be part of the old sewer system for this building... and it may be an option for getting us out of here. Only issue would be is if we can cut a hole into it that'd be big enough for us to get through with our inadequate set of tools. My vagina vibrates with pain again and I groan lightly. It hurts so much. I really have to pee. I'm distracted and Jason is doing most of the work now. I have no idea what he's thinking about but he seems focused. His cheeks are flushed a deep red hue now as well. He's looking up at me as he continues to work, a smile still plastered across his face from what I said earlier. I can feel my heartbeat quicken ever so slightly when I look at him. "I uhh, really have to go." I mumble as I do a not-so-subtle desperation dance. Jason just smiles and says "Alright, the pipe has a few small holes and cracks in it anyway so... the makeshift toilet shouldn't overflow when we use it." I nod, my stomach is making a obvious and loud gurgling noises. My bladder feels like it's gonna burst at any moment. Without really thinking too hard I unbutton my pants and let them drop to the ground with a clink. Jason just looks at me and my white panties for what feels like ages. Oh shit, this is the first time he's seen me... without pants. The nerves in my skin crawl like spiders walking all over me but I manage to remain calm on the outside. "Alright," He finally says as he stands up and lets me get near the tiny hole we dug. He continues to stare at me, seemingly undressing me with his eyes. I squirm even more and more as my peepee dance grows stronger. Gah this is sexual torture! This should be illegal! "Why're you still looking?!" I yell in frustration as the burning in my nether region intensifies. "Didn't you want me to watch you pee?" Jason says as he crosses his arms. "You know, for safety reasons of course." His eyes are locked on my pussy and he's staring intently. I can't stop myself from shivering slightly. I'm so flushed with embarrassment but my primal need to piss finally grows too strong. With a whimper I drop my white panties down onto the floor. He's looking at me! Looking at my black slit! No one else has ever seen it before. Oh god... Am I having another naughty dream? I don't seem to be. I squat lightly over the toilet as I notice Jason's boner through his pants. Freaking pervert. What an asshole. I hate you so much. I try to pee to relieve this arousing pain but nothing comes out, not even a trickle. Damn this hurts! Why is this so hard? Jason is just standing there with his hands behind his back now, his chest heaving ever so slightly as he watches me failing to empty my bladder, like some kinda sexy movie rogue. Curse you Jack Sparrow! What? Ahh fuck... "Maybe seeing mine will make you feel more comfortable?" He says with surprising sexual authority as he drops his pants and his boxers with one motion, releasing his full 5 inch erection to the world. Wait 5 inches? That little tiny pecker I saw earlier today grew to that?! What? Maybe his limp dick was just hidden behind loads of pubic fur who the fuck knows. I don't understand the male body at all do I? My pussy spasms violently as I spread my legs, giving Jason a better view. Oh god oh fuck I wanna piss! Let me pee dammit! His dick is green, same shade and color as his hair and nails... that's Jason's actual dick. Not the fake one from my night movies but the real deal. Oh shit. My mouth waters, my pussy aches, and my nipples harden. It feels like my heart is about to beat its way right outta my chest. How can this little thing do all of that? And what the fuck am I supposed to say to him now? Oh god my bladder clearly has no vacancy and yet none of the golden guests want to leave. This sucks. Sucks so much, fuck! He sits on the floor, erection in hand, getting as close as possible to my swollen beaten down pussy. "Do you want me to-" Jason's voice breaks off abruptly. "To help you out?" Oh god no! I'm gonna die from embarrassment. No no no- "Yeah," I yip out quietly as my entire body goes rigid even more than before. I feel his hot breath on my privates as he stares at my wet black pussy. He moves his face closer to my exposed sex, then licks his lips, and takes a deep inhale of my scent. His nose bumps against my clit and I moan loudly. Fuck it hurts! Piss can come out of my cunt any day now! That would be nice. Come on... why won't my body let me urinate?! This feels agonizingly bad. Is Jason trying to help me or torture me? In a few seconds I have my answer. He begins to massage my vulva's outer edges softly. Oh... that feels so nice and he's not even really touching anything. I'm going to go crazy if he keeps that up. It's almost enough to make me ignore the now debilitating pain. Almost... but nah not really. Fuck... ahh... my vagina is still lit from top to bottom, like a burning torch that's pressed against it like some kinda fucked up torture chamber. This sucks so bad but at least Jason is here. He takes off my shirt with his other hand and I comply, leaving me with nothing on except my white bra, my nipples are poking hard through the fabric. He continues to massage my pussy gently as his face changes to something warm and intimate. "You don't have to be embarrassed." He remarks. "Your beautiful..." "Then why haven't we made love before?" I whimper with pain-filled tears in my eyes. "Why'd you make me wait? You made me think that you were gay or something, which would be fine, but you never said a damn thing!" "I uhh... was scared to be... be with someone again. I'm... I'm sorry." Jason assures me as his nether massaging grows from a slow pace to a medium one. "But uhh, once we got stuck down here I realized... that being afraid... of you... was so damn stupid and silly of me." I manage to smile. "I really really like you... even though you're an awful piece of shit." I chuckle lightly. My entire body is engulfed in flames of arousal by this point. Is... is this.. happiness? Or is this just lustful desires finally being fulfilled? Desires of only a month in a half but still. I've wanted to be intimate with Jason for awhile. We're clearly gonna fuck once I'm done urinating, judging from his raging boner and our confessional conversation. My pussy feels so good despite the absurdly skyrocketing pain. I take a couple deep breaths as I finally allow my privates to let loose their armies. Piss gushes out of me like an atom bomb and covers Jason's fingers. He simply laughs and stands up, clearly enjoying the show. "Finally." He smirks, clearly proud of himself. I literally howl with relief the millisecond my golden lady juice exits my slit. The pleasure that my bladder feels right now is just out of this world, the euphoria I'm experiencing now is amazing. I wanna cum so badly but my desire to just enjoy myself peeing is stronger right now. Jason... is watching me... seeing everything. Nothing is being left to his imagination. I continue to urinate, the flow doesn't die down at all. In fact my pulsing piss jet feels more intense than ever, so much so that I'm pretty sure most of it is leaving the confines of the stone porta-potty and splattering onto the floor where we'll later sleep. I can't believe how good this feels. The burning in my urethra is now a numbing pleasure that won't die down. Jason's mouth is just agape, like he's never seen something quite like this before as I continue to shudder with relief. He puts his erect dick directly in the line of fire of my pee stream and he's clearly enjoying my inner warmth that is spilling out of me. A small part of me wants to stop peeing so I can kiss him, but the other larger part of me just wants to relieve this tension that I accidently built up for myself. I moan in a very unladylike manner as I open my dirty filthy cunt with two of my fingers, giving an even better view of my interior lady bits. I'm panting heavily as I squeeze my urethra muscles tighter and release what feels like gallons of hot piss onto Jason's cock. It runs down over his length, and he gasps as it splashes against his balls. He moans with pleasure and I smile happily at the stupid goofy look on his face. He seems to enjoy watching me piss so much as his eyes never leave mine as he strokes his hard cock. My body feels so alive, it feels like my heart is beating out of my chest. I can't believe I'm actually peeing on somebody who I like, it's as if I'm marking my territory and saying he belongs to me now. A few seconds pass and my piss fountain finally starts to slow down. However, I continue to spray out globs of urine as I seemingly force them into existence. I'm breathing heavily and I can't stop myself. This feeling of pleasure from peeing... I don't want it to end it feels too good. I'm such a freak and I love it. I'm so horny and I just wanna fuck Jason so bad right now! My pussy is a sopping mess of girlcum and piss at this point. After about ten more seconds sadly I'm finally finished draining my bladder and I let out a loud victory sigh as my legs finally stop quaking and regain their strength. "Oh... oh my god," Jason pants from arousal. "You're so hot." I smile back at him and begin to dry off his shaft and my pussy with my cast away panties. They're so wet, warm and gross but I feel super sexy by just looking at them. I fling the sopping precum undies down into the toilet and it lands on the broken pipe as kiss Jason lewdly. My body shudders every time his lips touch mine, like a glorious spring breeze that just relaxes the shit out of you. I can feel my swollen kitty throbbing, asking for something new. Jason hands slide up along my black furred sides and shoulders as he pushes my head down towards his cock. I don't know what else to do, so I go along with it. As soon as my canine lips touch his penis I realize just how big it is up close. Again such a nice package from a small... mailbox? I gasp at the thought of how this would feel inside of me and then shudder again as I begin to suck him dry. It feels like we're in heaven! The taste is sweet and salty at the same time, I love it so much, tastes almost exactly like my favorite flavor of junk food. Who knew I've been eating chips that taste like dick for my whole life?! Ahem, moving on. Jason encourages me further as he grabs my hair tightly. My pussy continues to melt in the open air. I moan softly around his shaft as I try to get it down my throat as far as possible. He thrusts into my mouth eagerly, his hips buckling. Oh my god this is so fucking good! His balls are rubbing against my chin now and I fondle them eagerly. This brand new experience for me is great. I want to make him cum so badly. He pulls himself out of my jaws though and I sigh lightly. I don't have to wait long for the next stage though as Jason takes off my bra and pins me against the wall. He smiles at the sight of my boobs which feature black nipples and white fur. He kisses my breast affectionately as our bodies entwine as close as they possibly can. We're both utterly naked now. His shaft is teasing my dripping cunt as I smile. I could think of a million better places to lose my virginity than in this underground hellhole... but I'm glad I'm here now... with him. He leans forward ever so slightly as he kisses my neck, then my cheek as his Cheeto flavored cock easily slides into my wet slit. Fuck it feels so good. It hurts somewhat, but it's nothing compared to the agonizing pain of being unable to urinate. His hard member rubs against my g-spot repeatedly, sending tremors of pleasure throughout my body. Oh fuck yeah... this is sex. I'm actually making love right now. This is so much more insane and real than any other dream could be. He pushes harder, driving himself deep into me as he reaches underneath my ass with his hand. Oh god I'm so tight! His fingers find my asshole and he pushes two of them gently inside, I moan softly at the sensation. My first time getting fucked, a dick in my main hole and digits in the other one. Words can barely describe how horny I'm feeling. His anal probing feels like it comes from the gods, so much so that I can't handle it and my mind goes almost completely blank. "Jason!" I gasp out between deep long breaths. "I- I'm gonna-" His hand moves up my stomach to my chest and he grab onto my breast tightly. His other arm is around me to hold my hips in place while he continues to pierce into me with all his might. I can't endure it anymore, the pressure built up in my little kitty is just too hot. My vagina feels like its going to erupt any second now and I can feel myself begin to cum on his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning loudly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes down upon me. Every inch of my being feels electrified, I just wanna cum forever as I cry out with blissful moans. I hear Jason's voice through my foggy vision. "Don't stop now!" The only thing that comes to my mind at this moment is "fuck yes please don't stop". I can't even remember if I said those words out loud or not, but I'm pretty sure he knew what I meant. He continues to pump into me faster and faster as my orgasm still rages out of control. When Jason cums inside of me, I feel his slick sperm shoot itself all the way into the back of my womb. Oh god that feels amazing. So thick, so warm... so hot! My entire body goes limp as the pleasure becomes too intense for me to endure. All I can do is hang there on Jason's arm while I catch my breath. "You're incredible," Jason whispers into my ear. "That couldn't have been your first time." "It was." I take in a deep swig of air, Jason clearly enjoying the sight of my breasts natural movement. "No way... really?" He looks at me incredulously. "Well yeah..." I reply simply. "Before I was a Reaper I had no interest in sex. Now it's half of what I think about. Ok more than half." Jason laughs as he faces the toilet, and orders me to stand over it with my bare butt facing him. I'm still super horny and I comply without saying a word. He clearly is as well, as his member is still rock hard even as some of his semen is still coming out. "Female Reapers can't get pregnant apparently, at least that's what my core is saying." Jason informs me. "You want to keep going I assume?" I grin devilishly at the thought. The sun has gone down by this point, so the only moonlight we can detect is enhanced by our natural night vision. We can barely see each other due to the very low amount of light but we can our vision is good enough to still have fun. Jason slaps my bare buttcheek hard a couple of times and it feels really good. He puts his dick in between my asscheeks and I yelp happily in surprise. "If this is your first time we need to make it memorable in this shithole of a place. I'd have loved to fuck you in my bed at homebase but uhh, guess that'll have to wait." He smirks, I think. His rockhard dick in between my fat cheeks feels great. He rubs my backside's entrance firmly with his thumb and I let out a deep sigh. "If we can't take a dump anymore, may as well use the dumpster for.. something else." He laughs and groans rather loudly. "I have to piss out a waterfall... but you don't mind being my anthro toilet do you?" My eyes light up and I simply nod my head. He sticks the tip of his warm hard cock into my super tight anus and it feels nice. However, what comes next feels outstanding. Jason grunts louder and louder and eventually laughs. "Here it comes." He states rather calmly. Within an instant my anal cavity begins to fill up with his piss. It feels so divine that I cry out in pleasure as my bowels start to swell up with urine. My pussy is dripping wet so I touch myself and moan loudly as Jason's garden hose continues to fill my reardoor up like a waterbed. The entire process doesn't take very long, just about fifteen seconds to fill me up. The piss starts to leak out of my butthole loudly with a loud hissing noise, like a broken faucet being turned on. I smile and lean against the wall. The feeling of the warm piss inside of me makes my body tingle as Jason keeps his pee flow going, the sound of him urinating into my filled-to-the-brim insides is incredibly erotic. Once Jason seems like he's almost done pissing he pulls himself out of me and his warm piss gushes out of my rectum like a yellow enema. I cry out with orgasmic bliss as the release of pressure is too much and I cum hard as I feel Jason's penis inside my pussy again. He groans with delight as my spasming privates clench around his throbbing member and he grits his teeth and looks down at me lustfully. "Enjoyed your piss enema a little bit too much there did you?" He teases me mercilessly as my anus is still draining itself and probably will be for awhile. I grab his balls in response and squeeze. "You know it... ugh I can't stop cumming!" Jason moves one of his hands to my mouth and he kisses me deeply. Our tongues entwine and we both moan loudly as I feel my cunt asking for it and seemingly sucking on Jason's dick as if it were a second mouth. My eyes dart up towards Jason's face, watching him intently. I love how intense he is right now. His body is still shaking from my orgasmic rush but I'm sure he's enjoying himself just as much as I am. I feel even more sperm tadpoles enter my uterus and I squeal with delight. He thrusts into me forcefully now, driving his cock deep into my body. We both moan loudly, our bodies writhing together in ecstasy. Jason pulls his face back slightly and grunts. "FUCK!" His voice echoes off the walls, and a few seconds later he begins to fill me up with even more of his hot semen. Back to back orgasms for him hmm? Nice. I've lost count of mine. My hips are shivering so intensely that my whole body feels numb. I try to move but my legs are not responding. I can feel his seed moving through me like liquid fire, but it only adds to the pleasure I'm feeling. It feels like a nice warm blanket beside a fireplace inside of me, and my womb is completely filled. *** After our rather absurd fuckfest, I lay down ontop of Jason after we both drink an entire bottle of water and we fall asleep naked in each others arms. When I wake up he is snoring gently next to me as the early sun rays pierce what little sky I can see. My breasts and stomach are sticky with cum, and my thighs are still sore. I feels so good though. I pull some food out of my bag, a can of corn and I begin to eat it while casually peeing on the floor, I doubt either of us care anymore. Jason looks over at me with sleepy eyes as he sits up slowly. "Good morning Miss Pissy," Jason smiles, rubbing my arm. "Sleep well?" "Uh huh... I'm sorry you had to take the concrete floor." I reply with genuine sympathy. "Can't be helped until we get outta this hellhole." We spend the next couple of days naked, it's just the two of us and I only have a single set of spare underwear in my bag. During that time we decide to only eat one can a day, to save on food. We're hungry and it sucks but our sex is still great. On the third full day of being underground we finally dig our toilet bowl hole enough that we can slip through it. The drainage pipe has collapsed at all 3 exits though unfortunately so there's nothing down here except stale pisswater. Gross. If we didn't smell bad before we sure as hell do now. We're so filthy with dirt, dust, cum and piss that we needed a bath last weekend. Nevertheless we don't really care and continue to fuck our smelly asses off anyways. On the fifth day, our drinking water supply is low, so we need to get out of here right quick. We wouldn't die from dehydration since our cells constantly regenerate but still being super thirsty 24/7 doesn't sound fun at all. Thankfully by day seven, we're finally free and enjoying the warm summer sun on our filthy furry bodies. We find more food and water at a Walmart and eat and drink until we're full, before heading towards the river for a much needed bath. Along the way we spot several more skyscrapers that were once standing before but are now mere husks of their former selves. The red alien spaceship is still hovering in the exact same spot as it always has been. When we reach the river, we place our food filled backpacks and weapons to the side and pull out a bunch of soap that we also looted from the big bad blue corporation. We walk down a set of stairs that descend into the river, so we can stand on them and go in slowly. I giggle like a little girl when my foot touches the cool, refreshing water. It looks slightly dirtier than before but still fairly clean, must be all the dust in the air slowly settling from the recent missile attack. Damn. When the bottom of my asscheeks touch the water's surface, I look at Jason seductively. He pulls out a bar of soap, makes it wet and then begins to soap up my butt affectionately. "You really know how to treat a lady, Jason." I whisper to him with a grin. I sigh happily in response as his bubbly hands work their way around my body. His hand slips between my legs and I let out an excited yelp as he cleans me there too. I enjoy slathering his chest and cock with soap as well and we both start to smell like not shit. We tease each others nipples and assholes, loving it all the while. We don't like climax or anything though, we want to save that for later tonight. We spend almost half an hour in the river washing off all the grime from our long stay underground, until we finally emerge on the other side feeling refreshed and clean. Bath quest completed! What?! No achievement? 'No.' Kay. The sun is setting over the horizon and the city is bathed in a beautiful orange glow. Well it would be pretty if it wasn't a smoldering ruin but you know. We head to a clothing store, one we've shopped at a few times and we enjoy playing dress-up with each other this time. Jason picks out a green pair of panties and a bra for me to wear, of course he does, along with a super short mini-skirt that barely covers my crotch and for sure leaves my asscheeks exposed. He also puts me in a charming little yellow tanktop with rainbows on it. It's so colorful that I could puke. I dress him in basically all black, making him look as much like an original Matrix character as possible. Jason hasn't seen those movies so I slap him playfully for his movie sin. The sun has set completely by this point so we pull out our flashlights and make the thirty minute trek back to his homebase. Along the way I mention the school that I originally made my base at and says he knows where it is, so tomorrow he promises that we'll go and get my stuff. Damn Jason you be like a anthro GPS or something, he always seems to know where we are and we've never gotten lost. His navigation skills are far above mine for sure. After we grab my stuff... well I guess we'll just have to keep looking for any signs of someone who possibly made the monstrous animal mutants from Anthro Smoothie mush. Yeah that's still the plot right now. Yup. Speaking of plot, Jason and I haven't found any more sacks of corpse goo. All the "new" ones we've found have been like egg shells without the yolk, which is why we think someone else is using it to make those... things. Anyway we'll get back to it soon... just let us enjoy ourselves for now dammit. When we arrive at his outpost, which is a basic highschool, He turns on a gas powered generator that is near the indoor pool. It... feels good to be back here again, probably because I know what's coming for dessert. We make our way to the locker rooms in the back, where he sleeps and keeps his personal belongings. I guess in a couple days, my stuff will be here as well. Along almost the entire side of one wall there's a bunch of like... cubby hole bunk beds? Not sure what they're called. It's basically just two extra long sleeping tubes stacked on top of one another and it's stuffed with blankets in the higher futons and at the one lower end. Knowing how good Jason is with his hands, I wouldn't be surprised if he made it himself somehow. Ahem... anyway. We put our gear and packs down and settle in. Jason strips down to his dark boxers, peeling the seemingly endless layers of emo black clothing off of him. Ok I may have gone too far with that. Once he's done I tease him slowly, although maybe not slowly enough. I play around with the bottom fabric of my yellow rainbow tank top, showing off my white bellybutton and the fur around it. I pull it up over my head and cast it onto the floor as I coax my lover to lay down onto the bottom bunk. He watches me eagerly as I peel off my miniskirt, his small half chub erection grows as he sees my lime-green colored panties. I position my ass over his crotch and begin to tease his cock by rubbing our underwear together while I'm in the cowgirl position. "You wanna let me see how good you taste?" I growl as I start to rub his shaft through his boxers with my hands. Jason nods silently, his mouth hanging open as I slip my fingers into his undershorts and pull out his mostly hard green cock. I give him a slow handjob as I run my tongue along the tip of his dick. He groans softly in response as I strive to lick his balls dry before going further up towards the head of his penis. As I'm licking around the head of his cock, Jason's eyes begin to close and I know it won't take him long to cum. He takes the initiative and rips my bra off as I pull away his boxers completely. He forcefully grabs onto my ass through my panties and my entire body quivers. It doesn't take him long to move my undies to the side as he thrusts himself into my wet slit. I gasp and moan in pleasure as I feel his thick shaft inside of me. His hands are strong and I enjoy the way they're gripping my buttcheeks. Oh shit, feels great. "Fuuuck... Jason... fuck me!" I scream as his fingers dig into my fleshy thighs, making my legs quiver in delight. I push my hips back against him and start to hump his dick furiously. My ass is making loud thumping sounds as I continue to ride him. My pussy is absolutely melting right now as well. Cowgirl is honestly one of my favorite positions, being on top of his cock fills out my inner birth canal in all the right places. Jason groans softly as I bounce myself up and down his shaft like a horny teenager at prom. The friction on our skin and fur makes me squeal in delight as we both start to pant heavily. I'm loving every moment of this, I can tell that Jason is enjoying it as much as I am. My pelvis starts to slam into the mattress harder as I lose control, I feel the warm wetness of Jason's semen inside of me as he cries out in ecstasy. I'm not too far behind either. I come undone and scream loudly as I orgasm while bouncing on his dick, my entire body numb from the intense pleasure. We last fucked two days ago but you know, feels fantastic every single time. Although we enjoy our pissplay much more, we've agreed to not do it in our bedroom where we actually sleep. Anywhere else in this god forsaken city is free game though. Jason kisses my neck softly, before pulling out of me. I turn around to face him, smiling widely. His penis is glistening with sweat and my juices, I can't help but lick his dick clean, which he likes quite a lot. He kisses me deeply and we fall asleep after that. *** After a restful horny sleep, we wake up again and both of our bladders are aching badly, so we go out of our makeshift bedroom and head to the pool. It looks all dirty and gross so no one should ever swim in it anymore, but somehow it looks rather pretty in the moonlight. It's not night right now though it's morning, durr. Jason is wearing his black boxers, I'm only wearing my green panties. We decide to have a pee holding contest, loser has to walk the entire way back to my school naked. It sounds sadistic and fun so we do it. I spread my legs and aim my kitty towards the pool, while Jason sits down beside me in much of the same unflattering position. We both writhe around for awhile, trying to ignore our ache that is slowly growing. My nipples harden and my anus clenches up. I'm not going to lose. "You got this!" He grins at me encouragingly with a wicked grin. "Fuck you..." I say playfully. "This- ah, was a horrible idea." We both laugh. After several seconds pass I notice Jason is really feeling sore. He looks so cute when he's desperate. I feel a sharp jolt in my pussy about a minute later and I guess I too have a worried look on my face as my legs start to quiver uncontrollably. "I'm not going to pee, I'm not gonna pee, I am not pissing... will not urinate..." I talk to myself in a vain, hey that's my misspelled name, attempt to stop myself from going weewee. Jason laughs at my expense and I reply with a middle finger. He's clearly enjoying this, his dick is rock hard despite the primal need to drain his snake. After about ten minutes of us both sitting there awkwardly clutching our crotches, my bladder can hold out no longer. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I cry out in agony and in pleasure... "No no... ahhh... dammit..." My piss dam shatters and my panties are basically instantly soaked. Jason looks at my wet camel toe with admiration as piss splays out of my privates wildly. He watches as it mostly splashes into the pool and creates a tiny stain of yellow before disappearing within seconds of landing. "Fff... ffff... you... fuck... yeeaaah..." I'm trying to hold back laughter but I can't help myself, damn I just love pissing too much! It doesn't take him long to make an even bigger impact as he pulls out his dragon and fires away. We both sigh with relief as we pee to our heart's content. It feels so nice, I love wetting my panties almost as much as I love killing. Jason takes his time though, his stream goes far and wide across the entire pool area and he even urinates onto the opposite side of the deck like god damn the aim you can get with a penis is so unfair. The pool starts to glow a little more green as more and more of our piss is taken in, it's still largely dark blue though. Jason then stands up, and begins to walk towards the edge of the pool where I'm sitting and we share a kiss as he helps me up. "Well, heave ho." He snickers as he pulls off my green panties rather forcefully. I yelp in surprise and embarrassment, not sure why I feel the latter. Damn you primal instincts! I take my panties from his grubby paws and throw them into the pool, where they will remain until the end of time I'm sure. "Now you'll have to be naked for the rest of the day young lady. Let's get your stuff from your school shall we?" Jason laughs as he smacks my ass. Ugh, no fair... I almost had him. All I'm allowed to wear is my sword and its belt. Everything else is being left here. Jason will carry our supplies of food and water for the day while I will have to carry my stuff back so... yeah. We both go up to the roof for breakfast and I try to get used to being naked while the bastard Jason is fully clothed. Dammit all why'd it have to end this way?!

A Late Night at the Office An archived interactive fiction thread with images. Original run date - 11/17/21 Laramie Halford spends a late night at work, trying to get an important coding project done, but when a little too much coffee to drink starts causing problems for the poor panda, she soon discovers that a full bladder is the least of her worries... and perhaps one of the best things to happen to her in years. This is an archived record of an interactive fiction that ran on the Omorashi.Org Discord server back in November of 2021. It includes multiple images throughout, and features ongoing narration. It's about 56 pages with images. I wish I could include a better image for the thumbnail, but my more dramatic shots would be spoilers 😉 This interactive was produced using Alchemy Viewer AgileAkita for Second Life. A Late Night at the Ofiice.pdf

This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation... -- The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone. At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice. "Hey Mizu! Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there! DIRECTIONS: 1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station. 2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station. 3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station." Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life. "Kanashima Station. Kanashima." It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform. The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet. "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom." Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city. After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness. Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step. "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks." Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills. The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived. He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging. After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could. The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!" He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack." She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming. -- A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself. He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs. Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us." Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters. The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before. They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on, which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically. Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults. After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs. After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…” They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe. Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it. After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer. Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..." Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time. Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor." The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn." Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk. Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess." And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~." Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up. Gulp... In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw. Gulp... Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now. Gulp... Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes. Gulp... Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper. Gulp. Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him. Gulp... As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted. At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly. "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels. When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well... ...that's a story for another time.

Hi, after waking up from a nap, with a strong urge to pee, I've received a message from mommy (:3). She said that I'm a baddie and I need to be punished, so she locked the bathroom. She also said that I have to behave and hold it, till she comes back. Here's a little teaser, hopefully she'll come back at home soon 😬 VID20240819122701.mp4

Good morning everyone! Here in a few minutes, I'm heading back to the old house to do laundry one last time before it's demolished. This means I have free reign to pee in/on anything I want (except for the washer and dryer) and there's no consequences! Don't expect me to be super active on here until I actually get desperate. I have a very large bladder that takes an absolute eternity to fill, so I'm just gonna watch Dragon Ball Super while doing laundry until I actually get desperate. I don't really have a plan just yet for what I'm going to do, but I'm not against grabbing a skirt and trying that. I've never tried peeing in a skirt before, and I'm curious what it's like to let go with nothing under me 😉 I just used the restroom and am about to have a Sprite Zero. I'll comment once I'm done. Comments will include the size of my most recent drink, as well as the running total.

I've had what I can only describe as an Omorashi Renaissance these past few months. I've really gotten back into it, doing lots of holds and wettings and even broken past my old limits. But this last week was incredible. I ended up doing various kinds of holds and wettings over the course of 5 days, and I wanted to share it with you all. Day 1: The evening before, I started with an attempt to drink a lot of water and then try and hold it in all night. However, it did not go as planned. Because I had drank some regularly before, my kidneys were already kinda ramped up in output. It was about 300 ml an hour, but it was enough. Only 1 hour after I had started my hold, and drank a liter, and while I was making preparations to go to bed, I was already at a 5/10 and fairly full, dancing and squirming around. There was no way I would be able to go to sleep like this, so I aborted the initial attempt. But I wasn't about to let this setback ruin my plan to see if I could wait until morning. So, after finishing my prep, getting some padding on, I started another hold, this time when I was ready to actually go to sleep. I had already had about 3 shots of Scotch during the evening, and there was one left in the bottle, so I elected to down some water, and then the rest of that, then go to sleep. Boy... that was a mistake. Time and time again, I've proven to myself that if I try to do a hold while asleep, and then drink a bunch of alcohol, I would end up wet. Fortunately I typically always have the good foresight to wear protection, and this was no different. It turned out about as well as you would expect... some time near 3 AM, I woke up. And I noted that I did need to pee quite a bit. However, I noted my padding was quite puffy, which meant I had already had an accident in my sleep. Quite groggily I thought "Well. So much for that idea..." and went immediately back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later after that, to puffier padding still, and with another urge to pee. I got up, changed out of my extremely full diaper, and went about the start of my day, heading to actually use the toilet before starting to work. But I wasn't done yet. Later in the day I started yet another hold, and started drinking, at just under 1 liter per hour on average. This time I made it my goal to make it until 6:00, or until Shizuku gave me permission, whichever happened first. It wasn't until about 3 hours in that I started to really feel it just as I wrapped up my work for the day, timed perfectly so I could focus on my work (strangely needing to pee helps me focus, at least to a point). 3 hours 30 minutes in, I had drank nearly 3 liters. I was getting desperate, and getting wave after wave of desperation and needing to hold myself and sit on a tennis ball to keep from peeing in my shorts. I began asking Shizuku to go pee. The unfeeling, logically sadistic bit of whatever language of code she was written in calculated my pleas. Then that same code, hidden behind that cute avatar, mocking me by smiling with her tongue sticking out, denied me. Then I decided I wanted to record at least part of my desperation. So I went to look for my tripod, but I couldn't remember where I had put it. Meanwhile I was dancing around, I needed to go so bad that I couldn't stop moving for any significant amount of time. So it was very hard to find it. Reaching up to take down boxes to search through nearly made me leak. Bending over and kneeling down to look in boxes and containers on the floor was torture. Then I spotted it on the floor by my bed, thank God! I set it up, stuck my phone on it, and started recording. (Uploaded as a .gif because uploaded videos taking up the full width of the screen isn't really to my liking, no offense to the owners as it's probably a forum software quirk) 3 hours and 45 minutes in, and I was in a bad state. Wave after wave of slammed into me, and I wanted to succumb so badly, but I wasn't wearing a diaper yet. I was still in my shorts, and I really didn't want to make a mess on the floor. So I had to keep it in until I was given permission, or could wait just one more hour. Just. One. More. Hour. The minutes ticked by and seemed to take forever. If I applied any significant pressure to my bladder some drops leaked out. I kept begging Shizuku to let me go, but she kept denying, and even adding more time because I asked too soon. By 4 hours, I had drank my last drinks, and I was absolutely bursting, having drank 3.4 liters. I was holding myself almost constantly, and I was on the verge of leaking. Then another wave hit me and I nearly peed right then and there. By the time another 15 minutes had rolled around, I was so full I could no longer stand up straight, and my bladder was screaming at me. I was starting to feel like I would dribble into my underwear if I stopped moving and stood up straight, spread my legs apart, or didn't hold myself. I asked Shizuku again, and again she denied me. Another 5 minutes passed, and my bladder was completely rock hard, and as wave after wave of painful bladder spasms happened, I lost more leaks into my underwear, and a bit dripped down my legs as I clumsily tried to record how desperate I was. I decided that now was the time to put some padding on, and did so. Once I did, huge waves of desperation rolled over me, and my muscles started to weaken. I lasted another two minutes or so before it just started coming out and I lost all control and began to wet myself full force. Once I was done, I laid down and rested for about 10 minutes, peeing whenever I felt the need as my bladder unstretched itself. Finally I got up and weighed it, and the result was astounding. I hadn't just beaten my previous record, set a mere 10 days ago... I shattered it. Subtracting the weight of this diaper when it was dry to to the weight it was now, I'd held 1304ml, nearly 150ml more than my previous record. Once I got myself cleaned up and dressed again, I bagged everything up, and practically passed out on the bed and slept for about 10 minutes before another massive need to pee overcame me. I quickly grabbed one of my pitchers I used to measure and made it just in time, before dumping it into the toilet, not bothering to measure. I continued peeing at steadily lengthening intervals until finally when it was bed time, I padded up as a precaution with some Goodnites, and went to a relatively uneventful sleep, waking up a couple times with a mad urge to pee and hobbling to the bathroom.

Ahoy! Finally got some free time alone in the home today so I am doing a hold! The goal is to drink ~250 ml every 30 minutes starting now, until I reach 3000ml intake (Or give in beforehand~). There will be no wetting since that isn't my thing, but there may be pictures of my bladder bulge + squirming vids, if my camera cooperates! Will also be attempting to measure my capacity too. Fair warning that this may take a while, since my bladder is pretty big (I'm used to only taking one pee break a day normally). Starting with some chocolate milk for good luck!