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  1. Part 1: A Warm Place Author's foreword: This is the first part of a two part omorashi story. It is a worldbuilding prequel that describes the location that the main piece takes place in. Feel free to use your brower's "find in page" function, usually ctrl-F, to skip to the next part. Search for "Part 2: Moon Showers" if you would like to go straight into the action. This story takes place in the garden city of Singapore, specifically at Marina Bay near the Merlion Park. I have been an amateur writer for a long time but this is my first omorashi story. Please tell me what you think, whether you enjoyed it and how I can improve. Buckle up and start chugging water or iced tea. As one of the oldest insurance companies in Singapore, Lion City Insurance (LCI) has been a constant companion to the city of lions since 1969. LCI believes dignity and comfort are the right of all human beings. To demonstrate our conviction to this belief we are unveiling a state of the art, all-inclusive pilot shelter for the destitute and financially vulnerable in the lower levels of our local headquarters. This shelter will include a canteen, a hotdesking room for remote work and study, and comfortable sleeping quarters. More importantly, the shelter will boast clean and modern bathrooms with showers. This shelter will set a precedent and send a message to other major corporations and entities that the time to give back is now. Whether through similar shelters or other smaller means, LCI hopes to be the first spark in a movement. I'll be honest. I have a particular burning hatred for large entities with vast sums of money. Entities such as the LCI claim to exist to help the common worker, yet any amount of further digging will quickly unearth that this is just another bluff. Ever looked at the fine print and conditions of your LCI insurance policy? For a company that allegedly aims to be a safety net in your time of need, they sure do give back very little. Of course, this isn't news. Why would people flush with wealth and power have any reason to care about the disadvantaged and the sick? This is why I wasn't even fazed when LCI announced their new state of the art pilot shelter for the disadvantaged and the destitute. I blew it off as more corporate virtue signalling that would probably be a trainwreck of incompetence. The first time I visited this shelter, I was skating through Marina Bay when I saw an older man having mechanical issues with his bicycle. I stopped to help him. It was a quick fix, but we started a conversation. Jeremy. This man's name is Jeremy. He tells told me how thankful he is that I fixed his bicycle. It isn't much, but it is his prized possession. He uses it to get around and exercise. He offers to treat me with dinner. This surprises me, but it turns out that he isn't poor. In fact, he makes a decent wage each month and now that I look closely at him, he is wearing nicer clothes than me. I am reminded once more of the harsh reality of Singapore's housing situation. Here is a relatively well-off man who, despite his healthy finances, cannot afford or find a flat. We talk at length in a restaurant dinner about the experience of living destitute in Singapore. Jeremy shares more about his past, including the reason he does not have a home to return to, and his ongoing difficulties in finding housing. He then offers to show me where he lives which, to my surprise, is the LCI shelter. Me and Jeremy walk up to a large but rather unassuming door. Jeremy touches the biometric keypad. It unlocks for his thumbprint, the automatic door sliding open. Stepping inside, I am blown away by how spacious and cozy the place is. The floor is laminated wood, and everything is shades of beige. The lights are a dim and warm orange. Jeremy parks his bicycle at the bicycle rack next to the door. He does not use his bicycle lock. Jeremy offers to show me around the place, but tells me to be quiet. I leave my socks on, tiptoeing around to minimize noise. The shelter is laid out in a linear fashion, with a path connecting all of the rooms in sequence. The first room is a small hotdesking room. It is slightly elevated and protrudes out from the building. It is equipped with comfortable chairs and large tables, complete with socket strips. Jeremy tells me that the residents can choose to turn on warm ambient light when studying at night, and will turn them off when the room is unoccupied. However, the people working tonight have chosen to leave the lights off. This puts the room in pitch black, and allows moonlight to enter through three massive bay windows which take up the entirety of 3 protruding walls of the room. The windows provide a spectacular view of Marina Bay, and the moon which hangs above it. There are one or two people still up working. Like the rest of the shelter, all the chairs, tables and walls are presumably a soft shade of very light beige, almost white but not quite. In the pitch blackness of the room, it is impossible to tell. Jeremy tells me that even though it might not seem like much, this hotdesking room is used by people in the shelter for everything from studying to remote work. Many people depend on this room to keep their careers and studies afloat. The next room we enter also has a large window. However, the tables and chairs here are benches instead. There is one food store and one drink store which are open 24/7. Jeremy tells them that while the food here is good, those who are well-off like him will often visit restaurants to treat themselves. Next, we pass by series of several doors. Jeremy tells me that each of them is a separate joined toilet and shower. This, he tells me, allows the residents the basic human dignity of privacy. Having lockable doors and a room all to yourself to use is a key comfort that many destitute people rarely get to enjoy, and for this he is grateful. Just like the rest of the shelter, the inside of the toilets is warmly lit. Unlike the hotdesking room, these warm lights give off enough of a glow to see well in the bathrooms. They are all very clean. Each of these bathrooms even has a bidet and a hotel-style sink counter and mirror. The final series of rooms is a collection of separate quarters, again with lockable doors. Each of the shelter's residents gets a small but private sleeping quarters with a single bed, a chest of drawers, and a window with blinds. Jeremy shows me his quarters. Their opaque door allows for privacy, and a light switch allows him to sleep in complete darkness. This would not be possible in a dormitory, which still requires some light to enter the room so that anyone coming or leaving to use the bathroom at night can see where they are going. With that, Jeremy yawns and says that he is going to wind down for the day. He tells me that I can come and visit him around the same time each day, which is when he does a short ride around the city with his sparse free time in order to keep healthy. As I walk out of the shelter, a strange reality begins to sink in. The place is actually pleasant to live in. Even though its capacity is currently very small due to it being a pilot project, it is undeniable that the people who proposed the project actually cared about what they were doing... which was a strange thing to say about executives from a large corporate entity. Maybe absolute wealth doesn't corrupt absolutely. Part 2: Moon Showers Author's foreword: There are three climaxes to this story, one for each time the girl pees, with no relation to when she cums. The second is much more intense than the first, so hold out for that if you can. The third is a bonus for the afterglow. Also, there is a pure focus on the girl with no attention given to the guy despite it being written from his POV A couple of weeks ago, I went to my second anime convention ever with my friend. He told me that he was going to this convention specifically so that he could see this one cosplayer who he kept calling "mommy Rachel". I didn't quite understand what the fuss was about... until I saw her. Rachel, for lack of a better word, is thick as fuck. She is best described as an "ara ara machine". Despite being 27, she looks much younger than 25. Honestly, the first thing I noticed about her was her massive tits, and that's the way it stayed for a while. Whenever I thought of her, I thought of her tits. Rachel was tits. Of course, it's not just tits that Rachel has to offer. She is thick all over, with massive thighs joined to a huge but round ass with a noticeable line. You can imagine my surprise when she sent me a few DMs on Instagram. We started chatting, getting close over time. One day, she invited me out for dinner at Marina Bay. Rachel turns up wearing a long, heavy coat that goes all the way down to her feet. I find this odd, but I don't comment on it. Throughout the night, I am constantly aware of the fact that Rachel can't seem to ever get enough water. She drinks bottle after bottle of mineral water, including a few cups of iced tea. I ask her if she is feeling alright, but she says she is fine. I suggest that she should slow down, but she refuses. I can tell something is on her mind, so I suggest that we take a walk along the Bay to get some fresh air. Our walk takes us up to the Merlion. Even in the middle of a pandemic and in the middle of the night, Singapore's iconic lion-mermaid statue is still spewing a constant and noisy stream of water. I take a moment to appreciate the soothing sound of crashing water, and it is now that I notice a look of vague discomfort on Rachel's face. The sound seems to be troubling her, causing her to look almost panicked. As we walk back southbound she begins fidgeting, then bouncing. Just a few hundred meters in, she is already crossing and uncrossing her legs. I ask her point blank what is wrong, and she tells me that she has to pee. I panic. The nearest toilets that I know the location of for sure are the ones at the Merlion and the one in the Shoppes. Both of them are much too far from our location, and I know that Rachel will not make it. As I am thinking, a wave of pain hits Rachel's bladder. A pained expression flashes across her face, and I know that we do not have much time. I briefly consider if it would be illegal for her to walk up to the railing and urinate into the Bay. The answer is clearly yes. What if she relieved herself into one of the nearby planters? Surely that would be less illegal. Still, it's less than an ideal solution. Right on cue, I notice a guy riding on a very familiar bicycle. It's Jeremy, a friend of mine who lives in a fancy homeless shelter in the nearby LCI building. I yell to him, and he comes to a stop. I explain that I have a bit of a situation. The girl I'm with-- no Jeremy, she's not my girlfriend, but I wish she was-- really needs to use the bathroom. Jeremy does not even hesitate, and takes us hurriedly to the shelter. Even while we brisk walk, Rachel is already stripping off her long coat. She slides it off, revealing her naked shoulders. Her skin is light, smooth and flawless. Next to be exposed are her D-cup breasts, which jiggle violently with each step. I notice that she isn't wearing a bra. Instead, her top is held up by two bands attached to her upper arms. Around her neck there is a thick black choker with a metal heart outline dangling from it. Actually, what kind of a top is this? It reveals everything, and the part cupping her breasts is bordered by a frilly white. The rest of the top is pitch black. As the coat falls off entirely, I can now see that Rachel is wearing a one piece shaped after a swimsuit. One of her legs is bare except for a fishnet stocking, while the other has a torn pantyhose held up by a garter belt. The bottom of her one piece suit arcs aggressively, exposing the line where her torso meets her thigh. A large amount of skin is visible, and the exposed area encroaches on her belly. Her entire pubic area is visible, and there is barely enough fabric to cover her pussy. Perched on her large butt is a small cotton tail, like that of a rabbit. I note curiously that Rachel is chubby, but to just the right amount. Just as I expected, she is thick all over. Everything from her face to her breasts, her thighs to her butt is ample and full. Despite this, her skin is flawless. There are no creases or folds, and all of her is smooth and well defined. After removing the coat, Rachel lets out a strangely adorable squeaking noise before jamming her hands against her pussy. After Jeremy unlocks the door to the shelter, he tells us to go ahead first. Rachel does not hesitate, stomping loudly into the shelter with no care for anyone who might still be awake and working. Once we are out of sight of Jeremy, Rachel asks for her bag. She removes a gray haired wig and a set of bunny ears, putting them on. She also puts on a set of black fingerless leather gloves. Is she...putting on a cosplay? At a time like this? Something is off. I can hear her breathing become ragged. it is tortured, but also oddly... pleasured? A manic edge grows in her breathing, and I think I can hear her shudder a little. Somehow, for some reason I cannot explain, she is enjoying this. As she finishes wearing the outfit, I can see that she is dressed as a bunny girl version of some character I can't identify. Rachel jams her hand against her pussy once more, this time even harder. A wild look flashes across her face, and she begins rubbing herself. She hobbles with her hands between her legs over to the first toilet, sliding the door open violently. I struggle to close it behind us and lock it. I expect that she would head for the bowl immediately, but she doesn't. The shower, then? That would be interesting. Nope. Once she sees that the door is closed, Rachel hoists herself up onto the large, cold marble countertop. She then plops her entire body down unceremoniously, sending a shockwave that travels up her butt and through her massive tits. As she sits down, I notice that her bunny suit lacks an in-built corset, and it begins to crease at the belly. As I watch, fat rolls form. Her large butt flattens against the hard surface, and she hangs her legs over the edge facing me. The part of her thighs hanging over the edge begin to droop from gravity. Once again, she begins stroking her pussy through the fabric of the suit, pausing only to ask me in a slightly crazed tone "wanna see?" I manage to snap myself out of my trance long enough to stutter out "y..yes". Rachel spreads her legs, and pulls my head in close to her crotch. Her scent is overpowering. Some of it is her sweet perfume. But part of it is just... her. A deeply intoxicating scent emanates from her crotch. With a gloved hand, she pulls the fabric of her bunny suit aside to expose her pussy. To my surprise, there are no beef curtains. Instead, Rachel has a neat but somewhat loose innie pussy. She takes her hands off me to spread her pussy lips. Pink. I see a perfect sea of bright pink. Bright pink that is smooth and interrupted only with a small bump and two holes. As I look deep into Rachel, I don't notice her biting her lip. What I do notice is a loud hissing noise and, a split second later, a jet of clear liquid hitting my face. It is warm and smells intoxicatingly sweet and absurdly pleasant. It tastes mildly salty. Rachel, still with her fingers spreading her lips, thrusts her hips outward slightly. The next jet of urine flies low, landing onto my chest. As it soaks into my clothes and dribbles down slowly it causes a warm, fuzzy and very wet feeling. For some strange reason, I feel like I've just been given a warm hug, only much better. So large was the jet that as it soaks into my clothes, it begins to cover my entire body, leaving not a single cold spot. I feel like I'm a hot tub. No, a hot tub isn't quite right. I feel like I'm in a hot tub filled entirely with Rachel's pee, and I cannot explain why I love it. I'm busy enjoying my wonderful gift when Rachel lets out a sound that is halfway between a moan and a squeak. The hiss is back once more, and for a bit longer this time. Again, Rachel thrusts her hips forwards, this time more violently. A long jet of urine hits my face directly. It's still hot from her body heat, almost painfully so. My whole face is now soaked, and the pleasant scent of her urine now overwhelms my senses entirely. It's in every pore of my face, dripping down onto my neck and body. Her clear nectar is covering everything in a salty yet sweet layer. Once last time, Rachel moans and thrusts. A long jet of piss sprays high up, missing me and trashing the toilet. It's on the shower curtain, the shower head, the walls... some of it is now dripping from the ceiling like indoor rain. After letting out those intermittent jets of urine, Rachel closes her legs and clamps her hands over her peehole. This seems to send a wave of pain through her, and when she opens up her legs again I can see that her clitoris is completely red and engorged. Her pussy lips and the area around it are also a shade of red. Rachel grabs my hand and forces me to stroke her as euphoria flashes across her face. Faster and faster she moves my hand until I take over, leaving her hands free to pull her top down. She grabs at her own breasts, rubbing them. I can see that she is rapidly losing her mind. She then asks to switch. With trembling hands, she puts my hands on her breasts and I start to massage them while she strokes her pussy. Still, I can tell that Rachel needs more force to finish. She tries to rub my leg against her crotch, but the counter is in the way. A few awkward seconds go by as we try to find a way for her to rub against my leg, but the marble slab counter isn't helping things at all. Frustrated, Rachel hops off the counter, taking off the swimsuit portion of the bunny suit and discarding it in the shower. With her still wet hands, she unlocks the toilet door and slides it open. I try to stop her, but to my horror she grabs my hand and leads me along, stomping loudly through the shelter. I am painfully aware that her bare ass and pussy are exposed to the cold night air and anyone lucky enough to walk by. Thankfully by this time the people working at the hotdesking room have gone to sleep, leaving the room in pitch blackness. Rachel drags me all the way up to the bay window in that room. I now notice that there is a long couch there, giving the perfect view of the full moon over the Bay. The moon is bright tonight, and it bathes the room in an ethereal silver light. Rachel shoves me unceremoniously down onto the couch into a sitting position. She then climbs onto me, throwing her arms around my neck. Kicking off her shoes, she begins tribbing, rubbing her pussy lips against my thigh and torso. Soft and squishy. Everything is soft and squishy. Her bulbous butt wraps itself around my thigh, a sensation I can only describe as heavenly. Better still is her squishy pussy, which she begins thrusting against me over and over. Tighter and tighter she grips my back, now shoving her crotch onto mine with each thrust. I hold on to her too, thrusting to her rhythm, locked into her embrace. Her friction. Her softness. Rachel's warm breath comes out in gasps and soft moans that hit my neck, and the smell of her real hair under the gray wig seems to grow stronger over time. I close my eyes to savour the moment, allowing wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction to wash over me. I let my head go loose with pleasure. When I open my eyes with my head pointed away from Rachel, I find that my gaze has come to rest on what was in my blindspot a few seconds ago. A CCTV camera. Sure enough, as I focus harder on it, I can see that the lens is pointed in our direction. "R...Rachel...." I manage to stutter. I ask her if she wants to stop, in view of the fact that we are right under a camera. To my dismay she lets out a manic chuckle. Her moans get more and more pronounced, loud to an almost vulgar degree. What the fuck is this? Does she not care about waking up the residents? No... she enjoys this. She enjoys being watched. Rachel has lost all control. She is now thrusting her entire body frantically against mine, rubbing her somehow still engorging clit harder and harder. Her pussy lips and inner thighs are now bright red from the friction. I can feel small dribbles of urine leaking from her pussy, and as she thrashes they drip all over my body. Her loud and unrestrained moans mix in with pleasured laughter. She's having an amazing time riding me, like I'm a damn rollercoaster. Rachel is saying something. What is she saying? I can barely make it out. Everything coming out of her mouth sounds like a moan at this point. She's going to.... oh no, she's going to cum. I pull her into me with each thrust, and her tribbing becomes longer and harder with each stroke. Faster and faster, more and more. Her body slams against mine, sending waves of her sweet scent against me. Urine, sweat and pheromones mix together into a deadly cocktail. I can feel myself losing sanity, my grip on reality sliding away. I am brought back to my senses when Rachel lets out a long and drawn out moan. Her pelvis is now thrusting itself. I pull her against my belly, and I can feel the entirety of her pelvis pulsating powerfully and slowly. Everything from her pelvic floor to her vagina rises and falls in perfect rhythm. With a ragged breath, I can just barely make out Rachel asking me to turn her around to face the window, so I do. She goes soft with pleasure, melting in my arms as a now familiar loud hissing begins. Her dam has burst, and a great surge of pee shoots out from her now rapidly deflating bladder. The firehose stream flies up a couple of meters high, pelting the laminated wooden floor with enough liquid to ensure it is beyond repair. Rachel is pissing like a racehorse now, and her stream keeps getting stronger. It gains distance and hits the bay window, giving anyone still awake at Marina Bay a front row view of a watersports event of a lifetime, one which would make anyone wish they were in the splash zone. hiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss The urine hits the window with so much force that most of it is thrown directly back at us, showering us with a gentle drizzle. The urine which clings to the window fans out into a massive vertical puddle with enough violent ripples to render much of the window completely distorted. It flows down in a continuous waterfall directly on the floor, where the water level keeps rising. It's starting to look like our shopping district "ponding" during monsoon season. That's the government's euphemism for it's fucking flooding. The puddle on the floor keeps growing, rapidly and aggressively. The tidal wave of piss keeps on advancing. I'll need a boat to get out of here and I do not care. My arms, wrapped around Rachel's torso, can feel her bladder bulge get smaller and smaller as her breathing gets faster and faster. A wicked idea flashes across my mind, and I press down on her bladder. Rachel's stream immediately becomes much stronger, and for a second I'm afraid the walls of her urethra won't hold. As Rachel slouches backwards into a lying position on me the stream gains height, hitting the ceiling and raining down on the couch from above us. There's no hope for this shelter now. LCI really did put their all into this place, and they've improved the lives of so many people but it's all over now. We just had to come in and ruin it. Rachel just had to pee EVERYWHERE, and I just had to let her do it. Now that there is urine on virtually every surface of the hotdesking room, it will be hard for them not to cordon off this biohazard zone permanently. Still, in my selfish mind, I just cannot bring myself to care. The warm indoor rain of Rachel's urine feels too good, and her soft body in my arms is all the comfort I need. In this moment I am complete. Slowly and gradually, Rachel's stream dies down and I notice how heavy she is. My arms are tired, and my legs are completely numb. Maybe she is a lot thicker than I initially realised. Still smiling, she opens her eyes slowly and pulls me into a hug, pressing her piss-soaked body against my cum-soaked torso. I stroke her wig, but I feel like something isn't quite right. Gently, I take the bunny ears off Rachel's head and pull the wig off her scalp. Then, I gently remove her extended lashes, followed by her gloves. Finally, I take off her stocking and pantyhose. Now I get to see the real Rachel. Without all of the frills she looks older. She looks her actual age of 27. Without the lashes her eyes are small and aged. Without the stocking and pantyhose her thighs look fat instead of thick. Without the top her breasts are a bit saggy. But I don't care. I still think she's hot, or hell, even hotter. After all, I don't want a wild bunny girl. I just want Rachel. After all of that insane shit, I lead Rachel back into the shower and hose her down rapidly. We don't have much time, and once I see that the coast is clear I drag Rachel into a dash for the front door. I get Rachel to put on her long coat once more to cover herself up. As we try to act normal and walk towards Bayfront MRT, I notice a trail of droplets forming on the tiles behind Rachel. Small circles that very distinctly colour the grey tiles black. You've got to be kidding me. After all that, she's still not done? I tell her to release some of it into a nearby bush, so she pops a squat and does so. Just seconds later, however, I spot someone passing by. I tell Rachel, and she immediately gets up from her squatting position. We keep moving, but Rachel begins to leak again near to the Shoppes. I ask her if she can hold on for a while longer, but she tells me that her bladder is already filling up. She has to pee, now. I highly doubt that. Before I can stop her, however, Rachel is removing her coat once more. She dashes excitedly towards the railing over the water, grinning like she is about to do something very naughty. Still standing, she grabs the railing, pushing her hips forwards and allowing her bladder to relax. The loud hissing returns and a long, continuous stream of urine flies in a wide arc before splashing noisily into the Bay. On one hand, I wish I was a fish in the water that Rachel is peeing in. On the other hand, I'm in a state of panic wondering what the combined fine for indecency, environmental pollution and public urination would be. Still, I manage to bring myself back into the moment and appreciate what is happening in front of me. A painfully hot girl under the light of the full moon, standing with her hips thrust forward, a massive arc of urine flowing from her reddened pussy. It is then that I realise that this is everything I have ever wanted from life. It is then that I realise some things are worth the risk of being thrown in jail and bankrupted with fines. Dear Singapore, It is with great disappointment that Lion City Insurance is announcing our new shelter has been defaced. Last night, a young adult male and female appearing to be a couple entered the shelter through the goodwill of one of its residents, who will remain anonymous. CCTV footage shows that the female was fully nude when she began urinating in the open. Please know that the culprits have no connection to LCI whatsoever, and they are not residents of the shelter. We have stored the footage of the crime, and are working with the relevant authorities to track them down. LCI does not place any blame on the residents of the shelter, or the resident who let the culprits in. We are aware of the countless stereotypes that our society has formed against the destitute, and would like to remind the public to pass judgement based on actions and not status. To that end, the residents are clearly innocent. It bears repeating that this act is morally outrageous and directly damaging to the welfare of the shelter's residents. LCI urges would-be offenders of all kinds to think before they act. To consider the damage that they do to others, in particular the less fortunate.
  2. Ran a million errands on my lunch break and then had to race back home to finish working for the day. It was spectacular outside today. Low 60s blue skies sunshine. Windows down radio up wind in my hair singing at the top of my lungs. This always fills me with happiness. I don't know if it's because the weather was nice or because of holiday shopping or whatever but traffic was insane today. All day long not just at rush hours. On all the roads not just the major ones. I didn't plan for that. I made it to within about 10 minutes of my house and then had to pull off the highway into one of the many abandoned strip malls along the road. Instead of sprucing up pre-existing ones they keep just moving the stores into a brand new one that they build up the road and they leave these skeletons of strip malls behind. It's hideous and doesn't sound practical. Well, not practical for anyone...but me I decided not to leave the radio on so that you guys could hear me. I had to cut a lot of the suffering off the front to make the video sizeable. And I made my boyfriend run out for specifically milk and a dust pan so that I could beat him home and strip down without him seeing Some aftermath. I love those panties they're the softest cotton with lace and have tiny Little Chickadees on them. I'm all out of puppy pads so I had to sit on my denim jacket. I haven't even worn that jacket yet and it's soaked in piss now. Seems worth it though, right? InShot_20211217_160414774.mp4
  3. The moonshine outside shall not attract shame If it means letting the moisture drain To prevent a flood that would destroy public privacy And to make room to escort wet anxiety Out on an open space that would accept waste That started with a taste and ended with relief through the gates That's what shall happen if the exit is barricaded Take the emergency exit instead, and that's how I have made it
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    This poor girl wants you to stop taking pictures of her accident. Too bad!
  5. Barb loves to be nosey to her neighbors. But when they accidentally spy her doing her business outside, she's actually taking it lightly.
  6. Ooooops I... I hadn't really planned on this accident. I had a busy day at the office. I was in the ZONE and I was looking forward to getting home at a decent hour for once. My phone was blowing up with text messages and I was juggling bags and calls and I wasn't really paying attention as I ran out of the office. It's a beautiful evening and I was driving home with the radio on , singing my Lil heart out and I came to a long light and in that calmness, I realized- I need to pee and I need to pee NOW! Well don't you know it's my lucky day! There was a park just up ahead and I knew that it had a porta potty. However it's also where all the dudes play basketball and the porta potty is only for one person and it's often locked and I was taking a gamble. I told myself try for the bathroom and if all else fails I can have an accident and it'll cap a nice productive day. On top! And that's where my video takes over. I ended up driving the wrong way into oncoming traffic and then a coughing fit made me start to wet myself. Not a leak. A slow steady stream that no matter how hard I clench down I could feel escaping into my jeans and all over my pussy without panties on. (Side note: jeans with no panties while recovering from bronchitis makes for a really interesting time ). Pretty self-explanatory after that. Up until the moment when I get out of the car I thought that I was going to make it to the porta potty. But as I was closing the door an old man jogged over and got in and you can hear me curse. So I headed over to the side and tried to wait it out but that trickle had gravity on its side now and the deluge happened. I was trying really hard not to lose it but I knew it was coming and when I take off those shoes that was me giving into it. It was interesting how little I cared about the people there. Normally I'm really skittish but force myself to work through it. This time I kinda got over that. I got thrown a few curve balls in this one but I rolled with it and I still think it came out okay. Maybe tomorrow I'll post a video of what I did with my pussy after I came home in that state. Oh, and for all you "jeans" fans, you're welcome! ya lot of filthy pervs ya! Ps- I had to put this into two videos because somebody wanders by and their face is seen. So I had to cut 4 seconds out in the middle. InShot_20211014_211851358.mp4 InShot_20211102_125048271.mp4
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    Cute girl pulls her skirt aside, pisses her panties, pulls her skirt over her panties and walks away like nothing. I found this video years ago and posted it in a thread. I forgot about it until I found it yesterday. I forgot how sexy this video was and decided to post it here. Enjoy!
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  8. View File Cute Girl Public Panty Piss Cute girl pulls her skirt aside, pisses her panties, pulls her skirt over her panties and walks away like nothing. I found this video years ago and posted it in a thread. I forgot about it until I found it yesterday. I forgot how sexy this video was and decided to post it here. Enjoy! Submitter Super awesome Submitted 10/15/2021 Category Female  
  9. Shouldn't had drank too much tea. She doesn't want her kids to find out what she's doing behind the bushes. PS, follow the line that connects to each speech bubble to know the order of the dialogue.
  10. So this happened to me recently and I figured this would be a good place to share it. This is my first time sharing that I’ve done this or even enjoyed it so wish me luck… okay, so it was after work one day and I had been drinking some juice while waiting for the bus. Keep in mind I live in a very busy city so it would take a while for the bus to come and for me to get home. It was also fairly cold which tends to make me need to pee easily. So, I was waiting and suddenly felt the urge to pee. But of course I thought okay no problem I’ll just hold it til I get home. A few more minutes passed and honestly the urge already had gotten stronger. By that point the bus had pulled up and I was not trying to miss it at all, it would take forever for the next one, so I got on. Right away I was squirming in my seat and trying to hold my pee with out it being really obvious on this crowded bus. I tried listening to music to ignore the feeling but it was not working at all. The bus ride was going to be around an hour with the traffic and within 30 mins my legs were crossed because If I didn’t keep them crossed I would probably start to wet myself and there were so many people on the bus. My plan was to wait until I got to my stop and just completely wet my leggings once I got into my neighborhood as It was dark and I was sure no one would notice if I could just hold it for that long. I kept squirming and checking the time and traffic just kept dragging the ride on longer and longer and now I had to pee so badly that I was shaking. My squirming had also become really obvious I’m sure even though I tried to hide it, but my legs being crossed probably made it so obvious. I was 6 stops away and I felt a little trickle come out, I stopped it, then a little more trickled out and I stopped it again. It felt good but also really embarrassing and I needed to go do this somewhere more private. I looked down and sure enough there was a tiny wet spot on my leggings and at this point I was definitely accepting that I was going to have a complete accident The bus stopped somewhere random and I hopped up very quickly, still shaking and full of pee and quickly walked into the neighborhood. I stood next to an old mattress in the dark and was ready to do this. Unfortunately, a lady was taking her time walking past me and lighting her cigarette so I had to try and hold it until she passed. I couldn’t. I let a longer trickle out and down my leg thinking it would be enough until the woman had passed but no, I needed to go. I slowly started to pee myself. I would get shy and stop and I would move my underwear around to feel how wet it was (because I honestly liked it, a lot).The second the woman passed I let the full stream spurt out and I wasn’t stopping. Soon enough I was standing in a puddle , hoping no one could see me, and then I tied a jacket around my waist and walked home with wet leggings. Thanks for reading I know it was a bit long!
  11. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes things worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care.” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Anudi was peacefully sitting on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her pussy hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush, wetting it in the process. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took the metallic bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet from the cold water. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. (Usually Sri Lankan toilets doesn't have toilet paper)Soon the knicker was well placed covering her thick buttocks and the semi wet vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤ (Hi guys this is my first story ever written. Please ignore the mistakes and hope you enjoyed the story. p.s. I mistakenly posted the same story in interactive stories section. Sorry about that. Seems like I can't remove the topic.)
  12. Another one from tiktok, drunk girl squats for a pee on the way back from clubbing b52919cba1abacde95b75b4f69d62b59.mp4
  13. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
  14. FTV Girls Part 9 (Nudity & Masturbation Warning) View File I'm on vacay, so I might just finish uploading all of the FTV collection this week. A good number of these women don't pee very much in this batch (usually just needing to pee during or after using toys, and not going very much), but I'm uploading them anyway. Cecilia probably pees the most by volume of any of the women. Ellie ii and Blaire are my two personal favorites of this bunch. The way Ellie's pee stream kind of shoot up towards her clit (without the use of her hands) before going away from her body is very sexy to me. They labelled Coco as "squirting", but with the amount she squirts I think it's safe to say she's peeing while masturbating, so I threw it in. If you're into female on female action then check out the Eva and Violet scene. They make out with each other while one of them squats to pee in the grass in public. Nudity, masturbation, and female on female scene warnings Submitter electronical Submitted 06/08/2021 Category Female  
  15. Hey guys! This was a commission that I wrote, and I absolutely loved writing it. Hope you guys enjoy! - Jade really couldn’t remember the last time that her roommate had an emergency. Riley, said roommate, was sharing an apartment with her for college, and both just so happened to be in the engineering department. Both were friends since freshman year, and moved in together at the beginning of junior. A lot of people swore they were sisters: both had curly brown hair, a similar complexion, and hazel eyes, only difference was that Riley was taller. On the days that the two would have free time, which was rare, they would practically be attached to the hip, doing whatever they felt like. And she swore that her roommate was a fucking camel. Literally every single day, Jade would strain to listen to her roommate’s trickling stream hit the water in the bowl, as her room was next to the only bathroom they shared. Riley’s classes were scattered throughout the day, so she’d be up before eight in the morning while Jade could relax until ten before her classes began. Without fail, she almost never heard her take a bathroom break. She couldn’t think of a single time where she saw Riley even desperate, let alone scrambling to the toilet. The closest she’d ever come to that was loudly proclaiming how she hadn’t gone in over twelve hours, and the two had gone out for drinks that evening. Despite the length of time, she made no attempt to walk faster than a normal pace, and once was in the bathroom let out a minute-long gusher. Jade had peed three times at the bar, and would go another two times that night. Of course, Jade loved it. She loved knowing that her roommate hadn’t taken a piss in literal hours, and loved hearing that she’d definitely gone longer in the past without a bathroom break. “How...how do you hold for so long?” she once asked in the past, at the beginning of the reveal. “How the everloving fuck do you manage to not piss yourself?” “I’ve always been like this,” Riley admitted. “Even as a kid. My parents made sure to get me out of diapers before I was a year old, and out of pull-ups by eighteen months. I played a lot of sports as a kid and drank a lot of water, so I would be forced to hold it. I guess my body just adjusted to that.” Either way, it was hot. But Jade couldn’t tell her roommate. She secretly had a piss fetish, specifically watching others desperately squirm as they’re mere seconds from wetting themselves and watching full bladders bulge from the waistband. A few weeks ago, after a long day of classes and clubs, Riley came into the “office” (the pair shared a corner of their overly spacious living room blocked off with curtains to do homework and other necessary things) and the first thing Jade noticed was a significant bulge peeking out from her jeans, evident since she was wearing a crop top. Riley had noticed her staring and made a comment about taking a photo for longer admiration. “There’s no way you haven’t gone since this morning,” she had said. “You’re right, I haven’t gone since last night. Didn’t feel the need to. Although I could definitely use it right now.” Jade couldn’t help herself and placed her hand on the protruding organ, feeling how warm and solid it was. A few seconds had passed before she ripped her hand away, praying to some upper deity that she didn’t put two and two together. “That impressed that I’m full?” Riley had laughed. “Go on, touch it. I don’t mind.” With more hesitancy the second time, Jade felt again, arousal flooding her body. She’d only ever touched someone else’s bladder a handful of times, usually out of drunken stupidity and taking advantage of the situation. With this, it was clear that her roommate had consumed an unholy amount of fluids, and probably could’ve pissed three times before entering the apartment. She wouldn’t use the bathroom until well after Jade had gone to bed, where she heard very, very relaxed footsteps, saw the light flicker on, and moments later heard another hard stream hit the water. It went on for well over two minutes that time, and as much as Jade strained to hear, there were no sighs of relief or swears leaving her mouth. They discussed her large bladder a few times, each time Riley answering unabashedly. Every time they did, Jade took that information with her to bed that evening and used it as jerk off material, imagining her roommate bursting at the seams every single time. She was determined to witness it happen. So when the opportunity came, she jumped at it. The pair decided on taking a trip that summer overseas, both discussing since freshman year how they wanted to travel to Europe for a few weeks. After plenty of nights of working their asses off and saving every penny they could, they finally booked a trip for the two of them. “I’m so excited for this!” Riley cried as they finished packing that evening. “Finally, a bit of a break!” No kidding. Junior year was the beginning of the end for them, and that meant that they put many hours into projects and overall studying that could’ve been otherwise used for free time. Even Jade found herself literally forgetting to use the bathroom in lieu of stressful hours of studying, to the point that she ended up rushing to the bathroom once her body made it clear that she was seconds from involuntarily vacating her bladder all over her chair. Of course, Riley never moved. They were supposed to leave early that morning, getting up long before sunrise to get an Uber to the airport. Then they’d enjoy breakfast in their terminal, wait around a bit longer, and then board their plane. Seems pretty straightforward, right? Jade had a plan. She was finally going to see Riley lose control, no matter what it took. They were relaxing at their computers that evening, enjoying the last bit of peace before their vacation took hold of their lives. “Better not stop us with your many bathroom breaks,” she quipped. “We all know that you pee for literal minutes, and that could make us miss the flight!” She was half joking. Obviously, this wasn’t going to snag Riley into anything, but a look of competition sprang into her roommate’s eyes. “Oh yeah?” she growled. “You think I can’t hold it? What about the many times I didn’t go while you went over a dozen?” “And like I said, when you do go it’s for a long time,” Jade shot back. “We don’t need you flooding a stall and making us late.” Riley rolled her eyes. “I bet you I can hold it.” “I bet you can’t hold it until we get into Europe.” There was no hesitancy when Riley agreed, and a warm buzz came over Jade. Finally! They got up early that next morning, grabbing all of their things. One of the agreements was that Jade could go as often as she wanted, but every time she did she had to be in the stall with her. Easy enough, right? Riley was so certain that she’d make it to Europe. They had to be up at three in the morning to get to the airport at five, because it was an international flight and they didn’t want to miss anything at all. Then they’d board their flight at eight-thirty, and make their way to Newark, New Jersey, catch the connecting flight there, and then make the trek across the Atlantic. Essentially, she wouldn’t be having a bathroom break for almost a full twenty-four hours. But she swore up and down that she would be fine. Jade honestly believed her. The girls went to bed excited, hardly sleeping at all. Before either knew it, their alarms were going off, signaling that it was three in the morning and they had to get moving. Jade was the first one dressed and ready, and went to Riley’s room just as she was slipping on her shoes. “Ready to head out?” she asked. “You know it!” Riley exclaimed. “I’m so hype to get away from life, this trip will be a breath of fresh air.” Jade noticed an almost full cup of water next to Riley’s bedside, pointing at it. “No leaving until you drink that,” she commanded. Her roommate made a face at first, looking confused before her eyes widened with realization. Smirking, Riley took the cup and downed its contents in just a few short seconds. “Better?” she asked teasingly. “Much. Remember, no potty break until we get into Europe! And even then, you’ll have to ask me.” “Yes ma’am,” Riley joked. “Am I allowed to go before we leave?” “We’re gonna use a scale, with one being as if you just went two seconds ago and ten being that you’re two seconds from wetting yourself. Where are you right now?” She seemed to pause for a few moments in thought. “Honestly...about a two, maybe a three.” Jade grinned, shaking her head at the other girl. “Then you can definitely hold it! Let’s go!” The girls made their departure, hauling their luggage to Jade’s car to drive to the airport. They stopped briefly to grab coffee to help stay awake for the hour and a half stint. Both were happy getting large, and they were empty only halfway through the journey. Before long, Jade noticed her leg jiggling, and her hands gripping the steering wheel a bit harder than usual. “Looks like I already need a potty break,” she joked. She knew it was the eagerness of watching her extremely attractive and big-bladdered roommate possibly lose control, with the addition of caffeine already entering her body long before it normally would. Riley perked up. “Already? It’s only been an hour since we woke up!” “I know, I know. I have a tiny bladder, I can’t help it.” She truly didn’t think she’d comfortably make it until the airport, either; she already felt like she was at an eight. Punching in the nearest gas station in the GPS, she made a short detour just minutes later. Parking the car, Jade started to get out. “Come on,” she motioned to her roommate. Smirking, Riley followed after. They made their way to the bathroom, with the toilet in sight increasing Jade’s desperation. Bouncing a little, she quickly ushered her roommate inside. Right as the door closed, Jade yanked her pants and underwear down, unleashing her own gusher into the toilet. Basking in the relief from the sudden yet acute desperation, she managed to glance at Riley, who looked almost bored. Sleepy, probably. Of course, it was too soon for it to have any effect on her. Wrapping up, they left the station and entered back onto the highway. Just a half hour later, the airport was in sight. She had to admit, a small snag of guilt was gnawing at her. “If you want to back out of this, you can,” she almost whispered. Riley chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m fully aware of what I got myself into. I’m perfectly fine with this, rest assured that I can hold well until we get overseas.” That sounded almost too good to be true, and she planned on holding the poor girl to her promise. Minutes later, they entered the lot, parked, and were waiting for the shuttle to take them to the main airport. Seeing that they were the only two around, Jade decided to ask, “Scale now?” “Still about a two,” Riley admitted. “Definitely inching towards three.” Jade slowly reached her hand out, waiting for a nod of approval. Once approved, she felt her lower stomach, and was almost shocked to feel a bulge. She gave Riley a look. “You sure you don’t need a bathroom break right now?” “Positive,” the girl admitted. “Although it’s definitely over a three when you push on it like that.” Hearing that, Jade couldn’t help herself and pushed a bit harder, trying to look for something, anything, even the smallest sign of desperation. Other than feeling her body naturally tense, nothing happened, and Jade was determined even more than ever. The shuttle came, carted them through the parking lot, and dropped them off on the other side. The pair made the dreadful trek through getting checked in, their physical tickets, dropping off the luggage, and through the even more strict international security. All in all, roughly an hour passed before they appeared on the other side. Jade checked her watch and saw that it was a little past five in the morning, and a lot of the restaurants were beginning to open up. “Let’s go get food,” Jade proposed. Riley made no objection. They decided on a diner-esque establishment, taking their seats in a booth. They both ordered coffee and water, and also decided on pancakes. Jade watched observantly, taking note of the liquids Riley had consumed thus far: two cups of water now, a large iced coffee, and then finishing this coffee. She already felt another urge to pee, and her roommate looked fine as ever. They wrapped up their breakfast, with Jade having a second refill on her water, and Riley had four. She decided to take another bathroom break, pulling her roommate in with her. “Think you’ll be okay this time?” “I’m completely fine!” Riley grinned. Jade peed, and felt the other’s bladder yet again. It felt firmer than before, and she knew that if that bladder was hers she would’ve burst by that point. “Scale?” “When you’re touching it, cusping on a five. But normally a four.” Getting higher! They left the bathroom and took their place in their terminal, with an hour left before boarding started. Browsing their phones, Jade finally noticed the first signs: Riley had her legs crossed every so often, and her legs began bouncing. To anyone, it looked like restlessness, especially with the early morning they had. But she knew exactly what was going on. Over the course of the hour, Riley’s legs went from moving every so often to her having one permanently over the other. She looked completely calm still and showed no desire of tapping out anytime soon. “Would you normally go by now?” Jade asked. “Usually, yes. I’m at a five definitely, and if I had a test within the next twenty minutes or was heading to work I would go right now to avoid any issues.” Riley was at the point where Jade would listen to those minute-long streams, with no sigh of relief behind it. How long would it be when it burst out of her? God, she could hardly wait and she had literal hours ahead of her still. Finally, time to board! She made Riley promise her that she wouldn’t tap out on the flight, and that when she did, it would be on European soil. Her roommate promised, but for the first time, she looked...uncertain. It was barely there, but Jade noticed the hint of hesitancy in her eyes. Was...was she beginning to crack? Was this the beginning of the end for her? Nonetheless, a promise is a promise. Ater the usual people boarded first, the girls boarded about twenty minutes later. Grabbing their personal bags, they made their way through the massive line, with Jade keeping her eyes on Riley. The taller girl was definitely fidgeting, and was distracting herself with her phone. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and repositioned herself every minute or so. Again, it very much looked like she was restless as over half of the line was doing the same thing. It was almost eight when the pair took their seats, and Riley gasped. Jade gave her a funny look. “You okay?” Riley laughed, easing into her chair a bit more. “I guess I filled up a bit more between the terminal and now, and when I plopped down into my chair it kinda hit me. I’m at a six.” Hearing that made Jade’s heart soar. Riley had her legs pressed together, put her headphones in, and promptly fell asleep within five minutes, right after the rest of the passengers came onto the plane. Shortly after, the flight attendants did their usual spiel, the aircraft prepared to takeoff, and shortly after they were rapidly climbing higher and higher in the air. Their flight was supposed to land in Newark in three hours. Then they would have a two hour layover, and then another seven hour flight into Europe, specifically New Amsterdam. As excited as she was, Jade had to admit to herself that the idea of Riley breaking her promise was making her burst, ha, with joy. -Time Skip- The entire flight Riley slept peacefully, shifting around here and there. Towards the end though, she had once again crossed her legs, and her facial expressions seemed more tense. Jade thought to wake her before the bumpy landing...but where would the fun in that be? Like usual, the plane landed with a bit of a bounce, and Riley woke up with a start. Instantly, her face twisted into a grimace, and her hands flew into her lap. Jade had to hide her own look of elation, struggling to not beam happily. Riley stayed like that for a few moments, poised stiffly on the edge of her seat while holding herself. Her eyes read sheer panic, darting around the room. After some time, she sighed heavily and carefully removed her hands, relaxing. Her legs stayed crossed however. “Definitely almost wet myself there,” she admitted. “I thought I’d be awake before the landing, given all the coffee I had earlier. The bump literally shook me, and I was not expecting to be this full already.” Jade placed a hand over her bladder, and had to suppress a groan. Sure enough, Riley was a lot fuller than earlier, and it felt almost twice as big. “You really think you can make it to Europe like this?” Like earlier, there was a pause. Instead of fleeting, several seconds passed before she opened her mouth again. “Positive. I’ve held it a lot longer than this in the past.” “Good, because I’m definitely plying you with drinks before we board the next flight.” When it was their turn to leave, the pair grabbed their bags and made the trek into the second airport, heading to their connected flight’s terminal. Riley was walking a lot stiffer than before, and whenever they were still she was exceptionally bouncy, her hands balling into fists at her sides. There was a bathroom nearby, with a line. Jade decided to join it, and dragged Riley along. At first she was fine, maintaining a conversation. But as they got inside and the sounds of flushing toilets and running water hit her, she rapidly grew quiet. She protectively held her bladder, easing her hands lower ever so often. “Make sure you ask for that as well,” Jade whispered. Riley’s eyes widened before she nodded, once again putting them at her side. “Can I go?” “Is it a want, or a need?” “...Want.” Jade’s silence was her answer. Riley continued bouncing around, twisting her legs together as much as she could. Because of the tiny stall they had to squeeze in together, and the moment they were out of visible sight to the public the taller girl started to hold herself again. “You need to ask,” Jade reminded. “P-please?” Riley rasped. “I was fine until I got in here and saw the toilet, I really, really need-” “Want,” Jade corrected. “But yes, you can.” She lowered her pants and sat down, releasing alongside the dozens of other girls in the bathroom. Many streams, from trickling to full on gushing, were audible. Riley was squirming all over the place, holding onto the walls of the stall to keep herself upright. “Please hurry the fuck up,” she pleaded. “I’m about seconds from pissing myself, these noises and just watching you is quickly wearing me down.” Riley was too distracted to notice just how soaked Jade was from arousal. She felt that just two swipes at her clit, and she’d cum. Jade took her time, finally signaling to her roommate that they were leaving. Riley attempted to just run out of the bathroom, but Jade grabbed her shoulder. “Now, you know you can leave like that,” she scolded. “We’re still in public, you have to compose yourself.” Trembling, Riley slowly removed her hands from her crotch, straightened herself out, and swiftly left the stall with Jade right behind her. The girls walked briskly in the direction of their next destination, and it took for the smaller girl to stop her roommate for her to snap out of her trace. “Again, are you okay?” She nodded. “Sorry, I just needed to get as far away as quickly as possible. The sounds, I really thought I was gonna lose it.” “Don’t forget, we agreed you can go in Europe. We’re still in America, and won’t be overseas for another nine-ish hours.” “Don’t remind me,” Riley groaned. “I can make it.” She seemed to be telling herself that, rather than to Jade. Nonetheless, the girls went to a burger joint, deciding to grab lunch right by the terminal. Both ordered water with their meal, and this time Riley visibly struggled with even holding the chilled cup. Her hand shook slightly, and rather than gulp it down, she sipped at it instead. “All of it,” Jade pressed. Another four glasses of water later, Riley couldn’t keep still at all. Her hands kept busy, bunching together fistfuls of her shirt or fiddling with whatever she could get fingers on. She kept glancing over at a nearby bathroom, biting her lip. The girls paid and took their places in the terminal, sitting away from the few people that were already there. Like before, Riley gasped once she sat down, feeling her bladder shift considerably. Jade decided to feel again, and felt around. Sure enough, the poor girl was nursing a very visible distended bulge: she was already skinny to begin with, and even sitting it was obvious how stretched it was. “Don’t press down,” Riley hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m almost at an eight and I’m really feeling it right now.” Despite the warning, Jade pushed inwards, and Riley bit back a scream. Her hands started to go to her crotch, but stopped halfway when she remembered the agreement. Instead, she opted to grip the armrests, clamping her legs together as tight as physically possible. “N-nine,” she stammered. Jade desperately wanted to hear her mutter the highest number and pushed even harder. A soft squeal came from Riley as her hands traveled to her thighs, her eyes pleading for permission. The smaller girl nodded, and Riley held herself tightly, her body curling into a ball. “F-fuck, I’m gonna-I can’t...P-please…” she begged. Feeling just a tad merciful, Jade removed her hand. The second she did Riley broke out into the most animated potty dance that she’d ever seen, consisting of contorted limbs wrapping around each other and vigorous amounts of squirming. Small moans of pain came from her, and she looked to be in tears. Jade was honestly concerned that she’d wet herself right there at the airport. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Riley relaxed again. Her hands were on the armrests again, and she wasn’t quite as tense as before. “Okay, I lied earlier when I said I almost pissed myself then,” she laughed. “That was a close one. It was right there and it felt like I was almost physically pressing it back inside of me.” They still had an hour to spare before boarding began, so Jade brought the both of them large bottles of water for the flight, and a couple of snacks as well to tide them over. By the time it began, Jade had taken a second bathroom break (this time it was without Riley to save time), and had refilled Riley’s bottle fully. After calculating, her roommate had over a gallon of fluids in her system. And she still couldn’t pee for over eight hours. They got in line to board, and Riley couldn’t keep still at all. She squirmed in place, trying in vain to not be too obvious. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, from gripping her shirt, to her flinging them around, to grabbing her phone, to fiddling with her bag. Her legs were always together when not in motion, and she looked terrified. Eventually, they made their way into the plane and took their seats again, this time for their seven hour flight. “No getting up to use the bathroom,” Jade reminded. “I want you to hold it UNTIL we get to Europe. You can do that, right?” Riley looked scared. Petrified, even. After a while, she finally nodded. “I’m allowed to sleep, right?” “Of course.” -Time Skip- How the hell Riley managed to sleep through the majority of the ride, Jade would never know. However, there were multiple instances where she woke up in a cold sweat desperately fidgeting, and the last handful of times she asked to use her hands again. The last time she fell asleep, her hands were glued to her crotch. This time, Riley was awake for the landing. She was practically bouncing out of her seat, fanning her legs in and out. When people were getting up to leave, they had to remain seated until their row was called, which was in the middle. “You can hold it,” Jade said. “How full are you now?” “N-nine,” Riley panted. “Oh my g-god, I’m bursting.” Jade felt again, and the slightest touch sent the taller girl into a frenzy. She attempted to pull away from the touch, but Jade was relentless. She didn’t push like earlier though, genuinely afraid she’d have an accident. As hot as it would be, they still had to navigate the airport, catch a taxi to their hotel, check in, and then find the room. They got inside the terminal after quite some time waiting, and started making their way to their luggage pickup. They passed a bathroom, and Jade stopped. “I need to pee,” she said casually. Riley was openly holding herself at that point. “Can I?” she asked meekly. Jade only shook her head, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside. They went to the bigger stall, and once inside Riley even unbuttoned her jeans to give her bladder room to grow. “I need it,” she groaned. “Please!” “Need, or want?” “Need…” She lowered her head. “Want, damn it.” Jade chuckled and quickly went, and Riley couldn’t control herself anymore, literally hopping in place. “No hands,” Jade ordered. Riley whined and ripped them away, waving them around frantically. She danced around and tried her hardest to look elsewhere from where Jade was sitting. Then, out of nowhere, she opened the stall and left. Huh? Jade wrapped things up and rushed out, washing her hands and catching up to Riley. She found the taller girl in the main terminal, a dozen feet from the bathroom’s entrance. “I could not handle that, I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “I could feel it again, and I would’ve wet myself if I stayed in there listening to you.” They made their way to the luggage pickup, on the other side of the airport. There, they would take their taxi. It was almost four in the morning in the city they were in, and they still had to get to the hotel. It took another twenty minutes for their luggage to come off the plane, and they found a taxi quickly after. They climbed in the backseat, and took the ten-minute trip to the hotel. Jade took the opportunity to get another feel in, promising to not put any pressure. It truly felt like a bowling ball was nesting in her lower belly, warm and tight. “I’m pretty tired,” Jade yawned as they reached their destination. “What do you say? Let’s turn in for the night.” Riley bounced where she stood, eyeing the nearby bathrooms again. Words seemed to evade her for a moment. “I...I-I can’t…” They got their room keys and found their shared room, having only a single bed since they would only stay there for two nights before moving elsewhere. “H-hands, please,” Riley rasped. “Hands? What about them?” “Can I…” Riley gasped, straightening out while trembling. “Please, let me use them!” “I don’t think you need to,” Jade snickered. “What happened to having such an iron bladder?” “That was before I hadn't gone in over eighteen hours, and had so much to drink!” “Which reminds me.” Jade motioned to the mostly full bottle peeking out of her bag. “Finish it. Then I’ll consider.” Riley moaned, yanking the bottle from her bag. She twisted the cap off, threw it to the side, and inhaled the liquid inside. Her free hand kept wandering to her crotch, even squeezing there for a brief moment before staying at her side. “There, happy? Can I go now?” “Go to sleep, yes,” Jade said. “Come on. I know we’re both tired. You hardly slept on the second flight.” After a mental debate, Riley joined her in bed, shedding layers of clothing until both were down to just their shirts and underwear. “Ask me again when we’re awake,” Jade said. She had her back turned and heard Riley swearing to herself, twisting into a pretzel. The bed vibrated as she kept shifting, whispering nonsense into the darkness: “It’s so fucking full,” “I don’t think I can wait until morning,” and “I’m not gonna make it I’m not gonna make it I’m not-” Jade managed to fall asleep, and later woke up by hearing Riley pacing around the room. She looked at her roommate, who clearly was at her wits’ end. “Please!” she almost whispered. “I can’t hold it, I’m about to lose it!” “How bad is it now?” “A fucking ten,” Riley gasped. “I’ve been at a ten since we got to the fucking hotel!” Finally! It was music to Jade’s ears, and she took great delight in seeing just how full Riley was. Her bladder stretched her panties where they almost looked too small on her, and she looked almost pregnant. “Please,” she begged. “Follow me into the bathroom,” Jade said. Whining, Riley complied. The two girls entered, and Riley held herself, not even attempting to ask. “I have to,” was her response. “I’m literally about to piss myself.” Jade sat on the toilet, basking in her roommate’s desperation. She’d never seen Riley beg, squirm, or even have her bulge be that huge. And she’s sure she’d never held for this long either. “You need this that badly?” “Yes,” Riley gasped. “Too bad. We’re going out. Leave so I can use the bathroom, and you don’t wet yourself.” Riley did so without complaining, clearly not happy with the decision. Jade made sure to be obnoxious with her bathroom break, sighing happily and forcing her stream out just a bit faster. Then the girls got dressed, and decided to get breakfast somewhere nearby. Walking down the street in the slightly brisk air did no favors for Riley, who was hunched over as she walked. She held herself firmly, and was barely keeping up with Jade. “We’re almost there,” Jade cooed. “I’m sure you’d want another coffee, right? And some more water at that.” Riley couldn’t even speak, grunting as a form of answer. She was sweating vigorously, and mere feet away from the location they chose, she froze in place. “Riley?” “I-I c-c-can’t...I-I need…” “Want, or need?” Riley opened her mouth, and then a look of sheer horror spread quickly on her face. Looking around, she darted between two parked cars and ripped her pants and underwear down, not a moment too soon either. The second she cleared any fabric between her legs, a thick rope of piss left her body, slapping noisily against the pavement. She sighed in relief, tossing her head back as she moaned, almost wanton. It was like a jet, coming out of her with such force that it splashed up and over the curb she was pissing against. A puddle was quickly forming underneath her. “Wow, you really had to go, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled. Mentally, she was adding this to her memory for...later use. “I was about to say ‘want’ when you asked me, but the moment I started to it very, very quickly turned into a dire need,” Riley explained in between gasps of pleasure. “I had two options: either piss myself right where I stood, or this.” A minute passed, and her stream was still going strong. “Funny thing is, I still feel desperate,” Riley said. “My legs are shaking because I still feel achingly full.” Two minutes passed, and then three. By the four minute mark, her stream was finally dying down into “normal”. The puddle she stood in was well over ten feet in diameter, and was still rapidly spreading. Finally, after six minutes of peeing, it finally trickled and tapered off. “Oh my fucking god,” Riley laughed as she composed herself. “That felt better than an orgasm. Honestly.” “I’m impressed,” Jade spoke. “I thought you would’ve burst long before we got on the second plane.” “I had a few close calls, but what really got me was when we first got to the hotel. Having a bathroom right there literally all night as I squirmed and forced myself to sleep was absolute torture.” “I’m sure it was,” Jade chuckled. “So...Wanna see if you can hold it for two days now?” Riley's Desperation.pdf
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