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  2. Ao3 Summary: Luz and Amity decide to have their wedding on the beautiful Fishers Island. It's normally a 3 hour roadtrip from Gravesfield under ideal conditions. Willow and Hunter decide to go on a roadtrip together to attend the wedding. Things don't go according to plan. Disclaimer: I usually write female omorashi fics. This fic will mainly focus on male (Hunter) and a bit of female (Willow) omorashi. A/N: In this modern AU, Hunter and Willow are not dating. The reason why they're not is explained in the story. I usually write canon compliant stories, but this fic is full of divergent headcanons cause it's based off of real life events, so I needed to impose some divergent headcanons to make it work lol. Hopefully it's not too divergent and you're still able to follow along. I've seen other fanfic authors use similar headcanons, so if you're an avid reader of TOH fanfics, some of these headcanons might be familiar. Chapter 1: Traffic Ahead "Willow should be here any minute now," Hunter thought. "She said she'd pick me up at around 14:30. It is now 14:32." Hunter continued to pace his room. "What if something happened to her? No, stop worrying, she's probably just delayed by traffic." The house was quiet because Luz, Vee and Camila already left for Fishers Island earlier in the day to help setup for the wedding. The island was beautiful which is why Luz and Amity chose it as their wedding venue. They all knew that going from Gravesfield to Fishers Island would mean driving across Connecticut for a substantial amount of time. Which is why they all left early. Too early for Hunter's liking. Hunter was happy for Luz and Amity, he was excited to celebrate their wedding, but he wasn't an early bird, he wasn't going to wake up at 6:00 for them, and neither was Willow. Which is why they agreed to head over together later. The wedding doesn't start till tomorrow anyways. Hunter checked his phone again, despite the fact that he knew she wouldn't text him while driving. Willow was a safe driver, most of the time... "Still nothing," Hunter thought with a bit of anxiety. He took a sip of water to calm his nerves as he looked out the window again. Just as he was about to look away, he saw Willow's car. "She's here!" Hunter thought as he bolted to the front door. He opened the door and excitedly waved to Willow. She was looking as beautiful as ever. Willow spedwalked up to the front door and before Hunter could say "Hey Captain!", Willow started speaking urgently with, "Hey Hunter, can I use your bathroom real quick?" Willow rubbed her legs together towards the end of her question. "For sure Captain!" Hunter replied as he pointed her towards the direction of the ground floor bathroom. Willow quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. It was about 10 m away from the front door, which Hunter thought would've been out of earshot for him. But just seconds after he heard the door close, he heard her stream hitting the toilet bowl. "Wow, Willow really had to pee, huh?" Hunter thought. He felt his member stiffen a little and decided it was a good idea to also empty his bladder before their long road trip. "She must've had a lot of tea before she left. Unless she just didn't use the bathroom before she left." Hunter thought as he was using his ensuite to empty his own bladder. "She only lives an hour away, and she's usually able to hold it for longer without problem. After all, we watched the entire Barbie movie together and she didn't go until after we got back to my place." "Maybe she also drank a lot of water on the way here? After all, it's a hot day and her car's AC is probably still broken..." After Hunter finished his business, he washed his hands and drank another few gulps of water after being reminded that he would be in an oven for the next 2 hours. When Hunter walked back up to the ground floor, Willow was still in the bathroom, but he couldn't hear her stream anymore. Their bladders would both be pretty much empty soon. He wondered how quickly their bladders would fill up during their roadtrip. If they filled at the same rate, then he'd know roughly how badly Willow needed to pee based on his own bladder. That was unlikely though, Hunter knows that he usually drinks water at a faster rate than Willow does. Then again, being taller, his bladder would be naturally larger than hers. He stopped his train of thought as he saw Willow walk out of the bathroom. "Ready to leave?" Willow asked. "Yeah, I just need some help getting my stuff to your car," Hunter replied. Willow proceeded to carry most of Hunter's things to her car. Hunter stood there blushing for a few seconds admiring her muscular arms before taking his backpack and going into Willow's car himself. --- "It's roadtrippin' time!" Hunter excitedly exclaimed. Willow giggled. "Here's my phone, you can control the music as I drive." Willow stated. Hunter was happy to add his favourite classical and film soundtracks to the Spotify Now Playing queue. There weren't many friends in their generation that liked that genre of music. But he was glad that Willow liked the same types of music that he did too. Willow pulled out of the driveway and the roadtrip officially began. "I'm glad they're finally getting married. It's about time." Hunter stated. "Yeah, both of them keep coming to me about wedding advice, what they should wear, and how to best impress the other on the day. Like I know anything about that." Willow said with some sarcasm at the end. Hunter chuckled at her comment. He wished he was in a relationship as wholesome as what Luz and Amity have. He still remembers that day a year and a half ago when he confessed his feelings for Willow, only for her to tell him that she was aromantic. She's never felt any romantic attraction towards anyone before. But luckily, that didn't end their close friendship. Hunter felt lucky to have such a great friend like Willow and that their friendship didn't end on awkward terms that day. Still, he wished he didn't feel these feelings towards her anymore. He tried using dating apps to find other girls to get his mind off of her, but uni and exams kept him too busy to establish and pursue long term relationships. Plus, they just shared so many common interests and got along so well that it was difficult for him to imagine finding happiness in getting together with another girl. But, he'll get over her eventually... right? As Hunter got lost in his thoughts, they approached the highway. "Alright, gotta close the windows now. Sorry that my AC is still broken. There's some ice water in the cooler in the backseat to help you stay cool." Hunter nodded and closed his window. It was nice to feel the breeze in his hair, but now he'll have to suffer in this oven for the next 2 hours. Shortly after, he took two bottles from the cooler in the back and drank from one. He kept it close to his body to help himself cool down. "Do you also want a sip of water?" Hunter asked. Willow nodded. "Can you unscrew the lid and help pour some down my mouth? I gotta keep both hands on the wheel after all." Willow replied. Hunter uncapped the bottle and slowly poured some water into Willow's mouth. When she nodded that she had enough, Hunter screwed the lid back on and placed it in the cupholder. Hunter's thoughts went back to earlier when Willow was urgently asking to use his washroom. He fantasized telling her no, making her wait, and seeing her potty dance. He would've never done that in real life, he cared way too much about Willow to put her through that torture intentionally. But being someone who was turned on by omorashi, the fantasy kept him entertained in this otherwise monotonous car ride. Willow had to tap the brakes as they approached a stretch of highway with a bit of congestion. It wasn't a lot, but the additional g-forces that Hunter felt during this maneuver pressed on his bladder just enough that he felt a small urge to pee. "Oh wow, already?" Hunter thought. "This roadtrip just started, we literally just passed North Canaan and I already feel a slight urge to pee. We're still quite far from the New London Ferry. I wonder if Willow feels the same?" Hunter knew that Willow was super accommodating and would immediately seek and then pull into a rest stop if Hunter ever told her that he needed to pee. But Hunter didn't intend to ever ask her to stop. Cause secretly, he got a thrill at the idea that his own bladder was at Willow's mercy, even if she didn't know about it. He won't allow himself to pee unless Willow needs to pee too. And he typically drinks more water than Willow, so he knows he'll be testing his bladder's limits. The heat was making Hunter parched again, so he took another sip of water. "Could you give me a sip everytime you take a sip?" Willow asked. Hunter nodded and proceeded to give Willow another sip of water. "Now I have a way of controlling Willow's fluid intake... By syncing it up with mine... This is stupid," Hunter thought. "I really shouldn't be thinking about controlling my friend like this." So he decided not to abuse this power, he'd only take a drink if he was legitimately thirsty. Though he had a feeling that over a long enough period of time, both their bladders would be carrying roughly the same amount of pee in terms of proportion vs capacity. At around 15:00, the tiny bit of congestion they encountered turned into a traffic jam. Hunter could see the hairs of the driver in front of them and cars in every direction he looked out. "Aw man, there must be an accident ahead. This section of highway is usually really clear." Willow stated. They were moving at a snail's place. Hunter has noticed that Willow tends to be a bit aggressive in stop and go traffic. She likes to step on the gas harder than she needs to, and then slam the brakes just to advance a yard (A/N: As a Canadian writing about a roadtrip that takes place in Connecticut, I vomited while begrudgingly writing down an appropriate length in imperial units). That maneuver contributes a lot more g-forces than Hunter thought would be appropriate to cover such a small distance. "I thought Willow was a safe driver, but I guess she gets a bit antsy and wants some entertainment when she's frustratingly stuck in stop and go traffic," Hunter thought. During one of these "distance bursts", Willow stepped on the gas a little too hard, and so had to slam on the brakes even harder to prevent herself from crashing into the car just inches in front of her. This jostled Hunter's bladder and made him realize just how quickly it was filling up. "C-," Hunter tried to say. He took a sip of water and offered Willow the same. She happily took the sip. Clearly, she was just as thirsty as he was. "Can I open a window? It's so hot in here and we're not even moving that quickly." Hunter said. Willow nodded and proceeded to open all of the car's windows. Hunter felt immediate bliss as the cool breeze hit his skin. It was enough to make him shiver a bit and he felt it in his bladder, but he also enjoyed that feeling. He looked over at Willow to see if he could spot any sign of desperation. But she looked super focused, her eyes locked onto the road waiting for the next yard long gap between her car and the one in front. "She must take joy in doing that distance burst maneuver," Hunter thought. Hunter brought his legs together as his bladder continued to fill. It was now more comfortable to not manspread. He kept his head still, facing forward, but quickly moved his eyes to glance over at Willow's legs. He could've sworn he saw her shaking them. Or it could've just been his eyes moving too quickly. It was hard to tell, but Hunter didn't want to be caught staring at Willow's legs. At 16:00, the traffic finally began to clear. Willow was no longer doing her distance burst maneuvers cause it was no longer safe to do so. Hunter would argue it was never safe to do so, but he's not in the driver's seat so who was he to say anything about it. They still weren't in the clear though. Now, they were moving at a speed you'd expect to move at in a residential area. Far off from highway speed, but still better than the snail's pace they were in a few minutes ago. Hunter began to subtly rub his legs together. All that water he drank was catching up to him. They were now driving fast enough that it was best to close the windows again. The heat returning made Hunter drink several more sips. He offered water to Willow and she only drank a small sip this time. "Hmm, seems like she's starting to reduce her fluid intake." Hunter thought. A few minutes later, Hunter took a few more sips of water. "It's ok, I'm good for now." Willow said, before Hunter offered her some more water. Hunter shrugged and put the water away. Now Hunter was questioning whether he should continue to stay hydrated, or bare the dry mouth so that he could slow down the rate at which his bladder was filling. And it was filling fast. At this point, Hunter was paying attention to all the road signs, looking to see if any of them indicated an upcoming service plaza. He didn't like using gas station bathrooms, and judging by the fact that Willow just passed a sign that said "gas station", he's willing to bet Willow hates them too. He doesn't have any conclusive evidence that Willow needs to pee now. But he feels like after seeing her legs possibly figet around and her refusal to drink more water despite how hot it was, he could infer that she had to go, at least a little. It's been a while since they left home and they both stayed fairly hydrated the entire time. "She did have to go pretty badly in the hour it took her to get to my place, so maybe she had some caffeine this morning," Hunter thought. "She's gonna pull over to a service plaza any second now and I'll have a chance to pee." It was 16:30 and they still hadn't seen any service plaza signs yet. Hunter was starting to worry. "What if she doesn't even need to pee. What if she just skips over the next service plaza sign. Would I be able to hold it until the next one after that?" Every second that passed, it got more and more tempting to ask to pull over to the next gas station, like the one she had just passed. But Hunter was also a bit turned on that Willow was unintentionally denying him from peeing. At 16:45, Hunter spotted a "Service Plaza 10 mi" sign. He was secretly hoping that Willow would skip over it. He was good at holding his pee. He could probably hold it until the next one after that, right? "I'm gonna stop at the next rest stop for some gas, do you need anything?" Willow asked Hunter. "A bathroom would be nice. I kinda have to pee." Hunter replied. "Same, been holding it for a while now." Willow responded. "So she does need to pee!" Hunter thought. He glanced over at her to see if he could catch any signs of desperation. But Willow was good at staying composed. He couldn't find any signs that she needed to pee except for the fact that she just told him. Hunter squeezed his legs together in anticipation of the approaching rest stop. He's gonna be able to empty his bladder soon. Hunter was hoping that Willow would get some gas first, but to his surprise, she parked right outside the main plaza building instead of by the gas pumps. The two walked out of the car and went into the service plaza. They were both disappointed to find out that there was a line for both the men's and the women's bathrooms. The women's was a lot longer and almost stretched all the way outside the building. Hunter squeezed his legs at the sight. Though the men's line wasn't that long, he knew he'd be able to pee soon, he felt a bit sorry for Willow cause he knew she'd be waiting a while. "All these people must've been stuck in the same traffic jam that we were," Hunter stated. Willow nodded, but otherwise stayed quiet. "Do you want me to keep you company while you wait?" Hunter asked, not aware that he was slightly doubled over and squeezing his legs together. Willow noticed Hunter's desperation and replied. "No it's ok, no point in having both of us suffer. Go do your business and I'll meet you outside." Hunter nodded and proceeded to join the men's line. As he predicted, it was moving pretty quickly. That didn't stop him from doing the occasional leg crosses and bending over a bit. He was nearing his limit after all. He finally entered the bathroom, but waited for a stall to open instead of using the urinals. He wanted to enjoy the sensation of his full bladder just a tiny bit longer. The sound of all the pee streams wasn't helping. He doubled over and grabbed his crotch as a wave of desperation caught him off guard. A stall opened up and Hunter walked inside and locked the door. He pulled down his pants and boxers and just stood there with his penis pointed towards the toilet bowl. He stood up straight with his legs spread apart. This was the position that made it the most difficult to hold his pee. He fought his body's natural tendency to squeeze his legs together and to double over, or to simply relax his spincter. He liked the sensation of his pee being forced to leave his body despite his own willpower keeping his sphincter closed rather than choose the boring route and voluntarily opening his spincter. He felt tremendous pressure from his bladder pushing on his poor weakened spincter. It would give in any second now. He started rubbing his lower abdomen and felt a wave of desperation at the same time he touched his rock hard bladder bulge. He gently moved his hand around the contours of his bladder, causing even more tension for his poor, overworked spincter. Then came the pulses. His urethra started twitching as a bit of pee started to bypass his barely closed spincter. He started leaking a bit into the toilet. He imagined that Willow had to pee just as badly as he did right now, except she didn't have the luxury of standing right next to a toilet. He imagined her doing a potty dance in line fighting every sensation to pee that he was currently forcing his body to endure right now. He knew that Willow would never let her own desperation get to this point, but he just couldn't help but fantasize about that scenario at the moment. When his leaks turned into steady, uncontrollable spurts, Hunter decided he had enough. He didn't want his crotch to be too stained with dried urine, they still had a ways to go with their roadtrip after all. He released his stream and he felt blissful relief. He let his muscles relax as his urine continued to shoot out of him. He never got tired of this feeling. All good things come to an end though, and his stream eventually slowed down, then stopped. He shook three times, then used some toilet paper to clean up the areas around his crotch and legs where his uncontrolled spurts hit earlier. He washed his hands, then walked out of the bathroom. The women's line was still quite long by the time Hunter walked out. Hunter was only able to sneak a quick glance at Willow before she noticed him and composed herself. But the cute image of what he saw would replay in his mind for the next little while. He saw Willow doubled over with her legs crossed. Her hand was jammed to her crotch. And when she noticed Hunter, her face turned red as she composed herself, standing straight as if she wasn't holding back a massive flood right now. Willow looked slightly away from Hunter, as if embarrassed that he had to see her like this. "Imma grab a sandwich," Hunter said as he passed her. Willow nodded, her face had a slight grimace of discomfort. She continued to hold her pee in silence. Hunter went to the convenience store within the service plaza to grab himself a sandwich while he waited for Willow. As he waited for his sandwich, he glanced over at Willow and saw her shifting her weight back and forth. He did feel sorry for her. She clearly has to pee quite badly if she's already resorted to holding herself and doing a mild potty dance. Even if she's able to put up a front to save face when Hunter's around, he knew that Willow was probably nearing her limit. He hoped that his friend could make it to a toilet in time. As Hunter was munching on his sandwich, Willow was finally inside the women's room and out of sight. That was good, it meant Willow was close to the toilet now. Hunter checked the time. It was a bit before 17:00. After he finished his sandwich, Willow finally came out. "That was a close call, I almost didn't make it," she admitted to him. Hunter blushed slightly at Willow's comment. It replayed her cute potty dance in his mind. Hunter slapped himself mentally and brought himself back to the real world. "Well, I'm glad you made it. Let's grab some gas and hit the road now." Hunter replied. ===== End of chapter 1 ===== A/N: Thank you mourn365 for beta reading this fic! The relationship between Hunter and Willow I wrote here is partially based off of my own experience with my friend, and inspired by this short (non-omo) fanfic I read a year and a half ago: "Unrequited (But Not Unloved)" by newwwwusername [https://archiveofourown.org/works/39404319] I know it's not canonical, but that's the context I want my readers to be aware of going forward for this and my (possible) future Huntlow fics.
  3. Hoi I'm Ekko and this is my first post! starting up the habit and building courage to take pics and vids. Today I am going to the thrift store, hopefully my diaper isn't or doesn't become too noticable~ Wish me luck 😘
  4. So I was watching Oneyplays recently and saw them messing around with an Ai song generator where you can write your own lyrics. I got to playing around with it and ended writing a fun country song about omorashi! It’s about a woman coming back from a roadtrip with her mother-in-law and there’s a ton of traffic. Lol I’m sure you know how it ends. I attached the download, and the lyrics are below: [Verse 1] Long is the road When you’re trying to get home So I thought I’d write this ode While blinded by the chrome Of the traffic that I see And shucks I kind of have to pee [Chorus] I think I may Have had too much to drink And now I know There is no place like home I just I wish This traffic knew that too [Verse 2] Sometimes I wonder Why a southern girl like me Has to drink so much tea I have to ask “Ma, I hate to be crass are we stopping for gas?” Yes I’m compelled fixin’ to hold myself Mamma drive faster cuz’ in a minute I’ll be sittin’ in it! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Mamma don’t laugh At this squirmin’ Southern Belle ‘Cuz my shorts are in hell Wetter than a wishing well And I know your seats are stained I swear I’m trained! Who knew it’d be so warm? Who knew you could hear the hiss’n When I started piss’n In these cute little shorts [Chorus] [Bridge] Just please don’t tell your son Don’t tell my husband About what I just done! [Chorus] Mamma Drive Faster.mp3
  5. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  6. Hey wSsup guyz . . I'mma trying to show my art made by me with the help of PicsArt so I will upload when ever my work is done........so stay tuned 😚 1) A women who wetted her god damn jeans cause of bladder incontinence or issue and she is quite embarassed
  7. View File Sexy Shorts pee Gushing in shorts Submitter FetishGuy1 Submitted 07/13/2024 Category Female  
  8. Wore this pull up for a few hours and it handled plenty of leaks. Was about to shower and change for bed and decided to make sure the pull up was fully used and it was more than it could take.
  9. This was inspired by Furry Edits, who did videos of people (likely pretending to be) stuck in fursuits and adding text, a few of which involved omo, which, based on Twitter comments, they are really into as they made many comments about peeing fursuits, and I couldn't resist, given the general lack of fursuit wetting content. I do not know how easy it is to get stuck in fursuits in real life, or how hard it is to find a solution, you probably wouldn't actually get stuck inside one for as long as Daisy does here, but suspend your disbelief and enjoy the omo. Princess Daisy Trapped in a Fursuit One day, Princess Daisy went to a furry convention, putting her lion fursuit on over her sports outfit. It was relatively tight-fitting and outlined her nicely, making her butt look cute. She smelled a little because she had just run several laps and not washed this outfit in a few days, but it would be difficult to smell under her fursuit. After the convention, Daisy and Peach, who was wearing a pink cat fursuit, walked into their hotel room. Peach took her fursuit off. However, Daisy tried to unzip her fursuit, but her zipper was stuck in her fur. She pulled on her zipper but it wouldn't budge. "Um... Peach... A little help here?" Peach pulled on the zipper, but had no more luck unzipping than Daisy. As Peach pulled on the zipper, Daisy held herself with both hands because she really had to pee. But she had no way to as long as she was stuck in her fursuit. Then, the zipper broke off. "Oh no!" said Peach. "The zipper broke off." "Oh man! What are we gonna do?" Daisy asked, holding herself and fidgeting, in desperate need of a bathroom. "I'll call E. Gadd," said Peach. "He might know how to unzip broken fursuit zippers." Peach pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello, this is Princess Peach. Princess Daisy is in a bit of a bind. She's trapped in her fursuit. It got stuck and as we were trying to unzip her, the zipper broke off. Can you get her out of that fursuit?" Pause. "Can't you come sooner?" Pause. "I understand. Thank you for your time and I will see you then." She hung up. "Well?" Daisy asked, still fidgeting on the bed. "The good news is, he will be able to get you out of that fursuit." Daisy sighed of relief. "The bad news is, he won't be able to come for another two days." "Two days? But I have to go to the bathroom REAL BAD!" Daisy fidgeted more. "Do you think you can hold it for that long?" "Have you ever known anyone to hold it that long?" "Right. Well, you'll just have to pee in your fursuit." "What?" "I know it will ruin the fursuit, but it's already ruined. He has a special process of unzipping the zipper but it would take more effort to fix, and it'd be better to get a new one." "But I don't wanna wet myself!" "You have no choice but to pee in your fursuit. It's not that uncommon for fursuiters to get trapped in their fursuits if their zippers weren't designed right, and what do they do when they have to pee in this situation? They are forced to pee in their fursuits." "Are you sure?" Daisy fidgeted some more. She was feeling like there really wasn't any other option. "I'm sure," said Peach. "Just go ahead and pee. It's all right." Daisy fidgeted a bit more, and then she stopped, spread her legs, and a soft hissing noise was heard as Daisy peed in her fursuit. She sighed of immense relief as the warm wetness spread, soaking her shorts underneath and the inside of her fursuit, pooling around her rear end and flowing down her legs and into her lion paw boots. "I'm peeing," she said, blushing under her furry head as she wet herself. Peach smiled as Daisy relieved herself in her fursuit. When Daisy was done peeing, she patted her on the back. "Feel better?" she asked. "Much better," said Daisy. "But now I'm really wet." "Not much to do about that," said Peach. "It's still a bit hot in here, so I'm thirsty," said Daisy. Peach cut a small hole in the mouth of Daisy's lion head so that she could drink water and soda through a straw and stay hydrated. Eventually, Peach changed into her pajamas while Daisy was forced to stay in her wet fursuit. They climbed into their beds and fell asleep. ... "Rise and shine, my furry princess," said Peach the next morning. Daisy woke up. It took her a few seconds to remember her current situation. The inside of her fursuit still felt damp. "Good morning, Peach." "Tomorrow, E. Gadd will get you out of that fursuit," said Peach. "I can hardly wait," said Daisy. "In the meantime, want to have some furry fun today?" "Sure," said Daisy. After they drank their coffees, Daisy drinking through a straw that went through the hole in her fursuit head, Peach put her cat fursuit on and they played around, having a pillow fight and some friendly wrestling. Eventually, Peach threw Daisy, who landed in a position over the edge of a bed, with her top half hanging over the bed between it and the wall, and her behind in the air and her legs on the bed. "Nice booty," said Peach, patting Daisy's rear end. Daisy kicked her legs trying to get up. "Peach, help! I'm stuck, and I'm gonna pee!" She had not taken her morning pee yet and the coffee made her need to go even more. Peach giggled, enjoying the entertainment. "I'll get you up in a bit. Right now I'll have fun looking at your lion booty." Daisy struggled some more. "I'm stuck in this position, and I can't get up! I just peed my fursuit. I really had to go and I couldn't hold it." Peach giggled. "It's all right, Daisy," she said, patting Daisy's tush. "You would have wet yourself at least once today anyway." "Hehe, that's true," said Daisy. She farted loudly. "Oops... Excuse me." Peach patted Daisy's butt again and then pulled on her fursuit's tail to get her back on the bed in sitting position. ... The day went by and they had some fun watching some shows on TV. Peach would get smoothies for Daisy for her lunch. As they sat on the beds watching My Little Pony, Daisy had to pee again, and she had no choice but to do it in her fursuit. She sighed of relief as a hissing noise was heard. "Daisy? Are you peeing?" asked Peach. "Yep," said Daisy. "I really needed to go and I had no choice but to pee in my fursuit." "Good girl." Daisy giggled. ... Eventually, it was time for bed. Daisy drank a lot of water, and then climbed into bed. "Did you remember to pee before bed?" Peach asked. "Not yet," said Daisy. She walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Sssssssssssss... "Ahhhh," Daisy sighed. "OK, now I peed before bed." She climbed into bed in her freshly wet fursuit and fell asleep. ... Daisy woke up the next morning really needing to pee. She remember her current situation, so she took her morning pee in her fursuit, laying in bed. She sighed of relief. She couldn't deny that she was starting to enjoy this. Now that she was seeing it as "all right" to pee in her fursuit, and the embarrassment factor had worn off, it was actually pretty fun. The warm wetness felt nice, as did the naughty feeling of deliberately going to the bathroom on herself. "Good morning, Daisy," said Peach. "Morning, Peach," said Daisy cheerfully. "My plan for the morning: 1.) Wake up. 2.) Pee. 3.) Get out of bed." Daisy got out of bed, and Peach giggled. About an hour later, E. Gadd arrived and used a device to open up the zipper on Daisy's fursuit. "There, now you can take the fursuit off when you want." "Thanks," said Daisy. "You have no idea how many times I had to pee in this fursuit." "That does tend to happen when people get trapped in fursuits," said E. Gadd. "I imagine you will need a nice bath now." He walked away. Daisy peeled off her wet fursuit, revealing her soggy shorts underneath. And they stank, from sweating and peeing in them for two days and not washing. "Phew," said Peach, fanning the air. "Well, time to give you a bath." And so Daisy took a bath in her wet shorts, washing herself all over with soap. Peach helped wash her, spending several minutes washing her rear end. Soon, Daisy was sparkly clean and soaking wet. As unpleasant as the whole experience had been to start, she had found it rather enjoyable as well. She might have even developed a bit of an interest in wetting. Next time she really had to go while running, she'd probably just let it flow.
  10. Well, starting the day as I mean to go on. It's going to be a "No Toilet" day today so thought I'd kick off with my morning pee in the shower. Should I keep these on or change and wet from dry for my next pee? Wetting White In The Shower-1.mp4
  11. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  12. It's been a while since I've posted, so I decided to go to my favorite pissing spot after an overnight hold. It felt SO good I wound up splashing some on my phone, lol. Enjoy~❤ 20240701_071652(1).mp4
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    虽然标题是英语但内容完完全全是日文 。坏耶。 文件内有选择选项的答案。12221 第二个选2. 玩的开心:3 Only title translated LOL There`s answer of the only two decision in the game file. 1 2 2 2 1 and then the second one 2 enjoy:3 oh password,it`s shireyishunjian. Sorry I forgot that.
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  14. I again, I have been searching a lot of indian Pee holding content and trying to save and preserve it from getting disappeared from the whole internet. Before this happens I have been trying my best to search these hard finding videos and back it up at clouds.. If anyone have some pls help us to make a list like we are doing for movie scenes in our Discord server.
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  16. Hiiii. Last week, I decided I wanted to have an accident while I was off work for the 4th of July week. So I did rapid desperation through the day, and at night, I slipped on some tight denim shorts and took a long walk until the inevitable happened! I was taking some orders from another guy who definitely made it much harder haha. As you can see the inevitable did happen... Here are some pics and videos of me leaking and squirming lol More goodies 🙂 IMG_2494.mp4 And the final release. Hope you all enjoyed!!!!! IMG_2498.mp4 IMG_2499.mp4
  17. Hello! I’m going to try my hand at this again. I’ll learn more on what to do as this goes on and get better. Hopefully it goes well! First we need to chose a guy: Tommy- Tommy is your average male young adult. He is not shy but not vocal either. Tommy has long brown hair. Josh- Josh is a body builder with tons of muscles. He is known to be a tough and strong guy. He is always very vocal and has short black hair. Next we got to choose an outfit: Undies: A) Briefs B) Boxers Pants: A) Jeans B) Shorts C) Pajamas Let’s choose! (Ex: Josh, A, A)
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    My very first time holding it while wearing a diaper
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  19. A few weeks ago me and a friend got tickets to Taylor Swift. It was an amazing night. But my pants didn't stay dry the night. I'd seen the news article of people wearing adult diapers to make it through. I wasn't worried though as the venue I was going too had made all the bathrooms unisex. I met my friend Emily who was going with me and we decided to go to a pub for a few hours before. It was a warm day and we kept on ordering to keep hydrated. Just fizzy drinks for now. Alcohol makes me need a wee almost instantly. Before leaving the pub we both decided to pee. We walked to the ladies and found a queue of at least 30 swifties all planning the same. A few grabbing their crotch and sure enough a couple holding diapers ready for the night ahead. Looking back this was a mistake but we both decided we weren't desperate and skipped the line to head to the stadium. I was about a 3/10. Not major and not worried. We entered the stadium and headed to the bar. Emily had sorted the accomodation and drinks because I had got the tickets. I wasn't paying attention when she ordered me a Strongbow Cider. Cider is a drink I adore but nothing makes me need to wee more. We headed to our sets as we did I noticed the already enormous bathroom queues. We was right in the roof with an amazing view. As soon as Paramore came on my mind was distracted. I was drinking my drink, dancing and singing terribly. 45mins had passed and my pint was gone. Calm restored and the moment I took my seat again. Boom. 8/10 for needing a wee. I decided to head down and see what the bathroom situation was. It was awful. Queues at least 100 people deep. In the end I returned to my seat. As I'd been trying to pee Emily had been to the bar again and brought us four pints. It was like she was trying to torture me. I sat tapping my feet trying to pretend I didn't need to pee already. Then the main event Taylor came on stage. Straight away the urge to pee was masked by more of me dancing whilst singing like a cat. For nearly 90mins I didn't even think I needed a wee. Until the Folklore era...not a dancy era I sat down. 10/10 must pee now. This time I didn't even try the bathrooms I just tried to keep moving. Wiggling, tapping feet and talking to strangers to distract myself. I gave out all my friendship bracelets just because I was bursting for the toilet. It is an amazing concert and it finished in amazing style. But then the queue to leave hit. And my desperation kicked in 12/10. I'd drunk 5 pints in 3 hours. It was an emergency. I wiggled as the queue slowly left down the stairs. It got worse as we got outside the cold air making me realise my shorts had a warm patch. I'd clearly peed and not even realised. Leaving a stadium with 67,000 people isn't ideal for finding a place to wee. So I grabbed Emily and hurried towards our accomodation. I knew I wouldn't make it all the way but we was walking along a river with bushes. I had to walk a further 15mins to avoid the crowds then I told Emily I was going for a wee. She said she needed to as well. So we dove into the bushes thinking we was alone in this idea. As we entered we found two other swifties with light up bracelets emptying their bladder. There wasn't spare for all four of us so we had to stand with the gushing sound of piss bursting beyond belief. Those two girls left and we finally got to squat. I got my jeans off but my panties. They didn't make it. My pee gushed out of them without control. Poor Emily had it even worse she had completely soaked her leggings, she had got them off but I'd later learn she'd never pissed in a bush before. The Eras Tour is an amazing night for both music and desperation.
  20. Hii, just a couple of clips from my last hold with @Elliezzz, it was a lot of fun ☺️. Wanted to keep holding but the spurts just felt too good 😂 and had to let go. leaking.mov wetting.mov
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