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  1. Hi Omo lovers! This was a totally new type of commission given to me by one of my patrons - to write a story in 2nd POV. I had a blast writing it. Unlike my traditional style of extreme desperation this one is a realistic scenario of a 20 year old college girl. Check it out and please , please let me know your thoughts in the comments. Chapter 1: You hurry to the bathroom, thinking, "Why am I always bursting every morning?" You waddle towards the bathroom, feeling the pressure building up inside you. You quickly sit down on the toilet, feeling a huge relief as you finally release the pent-up pee. You breathe a sigh of relief as the ungodly pressure rapidly subsides in your belly. A strong 40-second pee later, you get ready for college. Being in a government college means typical old-school uniforms. However, you want to wear something new today. You smile to yourself as you put on a fresh shirt and a tight little thong and super short skirt. You feel excited and confident in your new outfit. You rush downstairs where your mother has made you some nice breakfast and a fruit smoothie, in a bowl similar to a fish tank. "Mom! That's too much to drink," you complain. "It's good for your health, sweetie," your mother gently nudges you to drink it. You reluctantly chug it down and rush to the nearby metro station, with your shoes half-tied. Right in front of your eyes, your daily metro disappears under the tunnel. You kick the air in annoyance. Thankfully, the next one arrives just five minutes later. Once you step inside, your bladder sends the first pangs. "Shit! I need to pee, already." You glance around to check if anyone is watching you. When you are sure, you sneakily adjust your miniskirt to get more comfortable. “Pheeeewww!” You sigh in relief. However, it is just the beginning. "Hey! Everything OK? I always see you in class at 8:00 am," Sophie, your-friend-cum-crush texts you. She knows that you like to start your day early and reach college on time. But today, things are going south-hill. Just 15 minutes into the ride, the metro comes to a screeching halt under the dark tunnel. There's an uproar in the coach. Your heart starts to beat faster and all of a sudden your bladder seems fuller. Within a second your desperation has reached new heights. You tightly cross your legs and knead your thighs to comfort yourself. Soon the driver makes an announcement, "There's a technical fault. Please do not panic. We will resume the journey in a few minutes." You nervously tap your foot while looking around. "Will be there soon. Stuck in metro," you reply to Sophie. As you wait, you notice the clock and curse yourself for sipping half of the water bottle earlier and the cursed smoothie. Another 20 minutes later, the metro lugs forward. You almost fall down. The metro crawls to the station. "C'mon. C'mon," you push through the crowd towards the exit. Beads of sweat form on your eyebrows. As soon as the door opens, you sprint towards the bathroom. "Girl, can't you see the notice?" the janitor yells at you. "It's being cleaned. Come back later." "It's kinda urgent. I'll just take two minutes," you plead, but the janitor shoos you away. Chapter 2: You hurriedly step out of the metro station and briskly walk towards the college. You can feel your bladder getting strained inside your underwear. After a 10-minute walk, you finally reach the college. 8:29 AM - the clock shows. You walk right past the door of the women's restroom, but you have no time. A minute later, and you'd be marked as 'Absent.' Thus, you take a deep breath and enter the assembly at 8:30 AM. As the usual affairs continue, Sophie comes and stands right behind you. "Hey, you okay?" she whispers lest the teachers catch you talking. "I'm not okay," you want to say but all you can do is nod back, turning your head slightly to the back. It would be mortifying if she comes to know about your situation. You subtly pull the hem of your skirt lower, trying to get comfortable. To the unversed, you're looking towards the dais, but your mind is battling the rising pressure. One after another, critical announcements happen since it's the first ever assembly of the new academic year, but you only pick up fragments of it. You cross your legs, trying to ease the discomfort. Every time you think that the announcement will be over, something new comes up. First, it's about schedules, then new teachers, then felicitations of the toppers and new infrastructure. It just keeps going. "Fuck! When is this going to end?" you curse under your breath. "You're acting like a school kid who has to pee. Just chill," Sophie teases you, noticing your fidgeting. After the half-hour assembly, you all get to the classroom. You've never been happier in your life to sit in the chair. You sigh, drooping your shoulders low. The long-fought strain finally subsides. As the lecture progresses, you grow slower. "I can't keep up with the teacher, she's so fast," anxiety creeps in your mind. You capture the notes but every time you change your position, your bladder makes its presence felt. That sharp stinging pressure right at the tip of your pee hole. Just then, you hear the sound of a slam. It's your friend, her mouth is full of water she just chugged from her bottle. She has to cover her mouth with her palm to avoid spilling it out. When she catches your eye, she winks at you. "What are you doing, Sophie?" you overhear Gracy say, whose eyes are glued to your friend. “Chill! I just want to see how long can I hold my pee!” Sophie giggled. “I so envy Sophie. I wish I had a bladder like hers.” Your mind races with thoughts just before another wave hits you hard. “Just one more hour for the lecture to end and then I will go. . .” Little do you know what’s in store for you. In the second lecture, your teacher takes the class to the science lab. It is a room full of weird-looking machines and walls covered with engineering drawings rather than wallpaper. "Today we are going to study Bernoulli’s principle," the teacher announced as she led them to the apparatus. You squirm in your place merely looking at the two large tanks of water, a maze of tubes connected to each other, and a pump humming like a demon. You shift anxiously as the teacher begins her explanation. The more she speaks about fluid dynamics, the more your own fluid dynamics become a pressing concern. You glance longingly at the door, calculating how quickly you can make your escape without drawing attention to yourself. To top it off, the teacher keeps using the words, "Flow", "Water", "Flood", and what not. Each word hits your bladder like a punch. Soon the teacher starts the experiment and presses a few buttons. The pump suddenly grows louder and the sound of rushing water through the tubes makes your bladder twinge. You cross your legs tightly, hoping to contain the impending disaster. But every splash and gurgle from the tanks keeps pushing the pee closer to your pee hole. Then comes the moment you've been dreading – the teacher calls for a volunteer to assist with the experiment. You pray silently for someone else to raise their hand, but the room remains eerily quiet. Sophie is now fully aware of your predicament. With a mischievous grin, she grabs your arm and raises it. "What the hell, Sophie?" you pull your arm down, but it's too late. The teacher, oblivious to your plight, beckons you forward. "Excellent! Come on up, you." You approach the apparatus with a forced smile, trying to ignore the frantic signals your bladder is sending. But as you reach out to adjust one of the valves, a sudden surge of water through the tubes causes you to jump back in alarm. "Careful there, you!" the teacher exclaims, giving you a puzzled look. You nod your head, your miniskirt fluttering slightly as you move. The entire class sees the veins on your forehead bulging out. "She will piss herself at this rate," Gracy whispers to Sophie, whose eyes are glued to the fidgety you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fight to maintain your composure. You push yourself to focus on the experiment. A strong dull ache makes you arch forward. You stand with stiff legs, your thighs pressed together, and your skirt riding up slightly. You lean forward, moving your body as little as you can. The waistband of your underwear is cutting into your skin, unknown to all. You can hear the water gushing and dropping through the tubes. Your concentration wanes, replaced by a single, all-consuming thought: you need to pee, and you need to pee now. From the corner of your eyes, you keep watching the clock. "What's wrong with the clock? I checked an hour ago and still only 10 minutes have passed!" you curse. As the experiment continues, your desperation reaches new heights. Your bladder starts spasming. Every few seconds, it sends a strong wave surging down your pelvis. You move behind the apparatus where nobody can see your hand and shove it between your legs, trying to apply pressure to alleviate the pressure. “Focus! Focus!” You keep talking to yourself to focus on the experiment. A strong dull ache makes you arch forward. You stand with stiff legs, your thighs pressed together, and your skirt riding up slightly. You lean forward, moving your body as little as you can. All your mind is echoing with a single, all-consuming thought: you need to pee, and you need to pee now. Half an hour later, the teacher wraps up the experiment. "Well done, girl" she exclaims, oblivious to the silent struggle taking place right in front of her. "Now, would you please summarize to the class what we learned today?" You mind is a blur as you stand there, shaking, and squirming under the tremendous pressure. "Um, we learned about Bernoulli's principle," you manage to stammer out, your voice strained with the effort of holding back the inevitable. The teacher nods approvingly, unaware of the battle raging within you. "That's right! And what is Bernoulli's principle?" she prompts, turning her attention to the rest of the class. You struggle to recall the lesson through the haze of discomfort. "It's, uh, it's about... the relationship between... fluid velocity and pressure," you gasp out, your words punctuated by a sharp twinge from your bladder. The teacher smiles, pleased with your response. "Exactly! Bernoulli's principle states that as the velocity of a fluid increases, the pressure exerted by that fluid decreases. Well done, class!" But you're not listening. You shift uncomfortably, your skirt riding up slightly as you squirm. Your shirt clings to your sweaty skin, making you feel even more anxious. With every passing second, you're losing your capacity to fight. Your bladder feels like a ticking time bomb. As the clock crawls by, you begin to writhe in agony. Your bladder screams in protest. It's a weird, uncomfortable feeling inside you, slowly building up pressure. The air in the classroom seems to thicken, heavy with the stench of stale air and stagnant sweat. Your eyes feel dry, and your skin clammy with the effort of holding it together. Your thighs, once a comfortable perch, now keep squeezing your legs. You glance desperately at the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster so you can make your escape. But the teacher keeps ranting. Your body is drenched in sweat now, and the pressure is making your toes curl. You shift from foot to foot, your entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the inevitable. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you interrupt the teacher mid-sentence. "Ma’am. . .uh, I need to go to the bathroom," you blurt out, your voice strained with desperation. The teacher blinks in surprise, finally registering your distress. "Just two more minutes. We are wrapping up the session," she says. "Just a little more... Just a little more... " You keep pushing yourself. Finally, the lecture comes to an end. Just like the other students, you waddle away from the apparatus and inch towards the door. "Hurry the fuck up!" You scream in your mind as the herd of students takes forever to get out. You crane your neck to see how many more students are in front of you. A couple of minutes later, as you are about to step out of the door, you hear someone call your name. Your stomach churns with fear. As you slowly turn around, you see Sophie waving to you. Chapter 3: I am sorry. It was just a prank. A fake pout is pasted on her plump lips. You gulp down your throat as you scan the silhouette of her top-heavy curvy figure. The feeling of butterflies replaces the feeling of the dull ache in your bladder. You squeeze your legs tighter and pull your skirt down, feeling a bit self-conscious about the short hemline. You're wearing a fitted shirt that accentuates your curves, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you take in Sophie's playful demeanour. "It's... It's fine, really." Though you are angry with her, you find yourself smiling as if nothing had happened. Despite the ache, you straighten yourself and walk back to her. You anxiously shift your weight from one foot to the other, nodding and smiling to Sophie's banter. From the corner of your eyes, you watch the clock leap the minutes. 10:30 turns to 10:45 to 10:55. You feel heat behind your ears. You are about to interrupt Sophie, when Gracy enters the classroom. "Sophie – what are you doing? You didn't GO?" Gracy asks. "You finished an entire litre." "NO MOM!" Sophie mocks her, "I am in control! I and she can hold it." She playfully nudges you. "Can't you?" You suck it up, "Yes, yes. It was just a sudden wave back then." You don't want to come across as a weakling in front of Sophie. For the remainder of the 5 minutes, you steel yourself to clench and squeeze. You try to distract yourself by fantasizing about her, but the pressure in your bladder is threatening to explode, and you are getting increasingly uncomfortable. "Why the hell did I do that!" You curse yourself as a drop leaks out of your underwear. Soon you are all back in the classroom. With mixed feelings of arousal and desperation, you take your seat next to Sophie. You can't stop staring at her milky thighs disappearing under her short skirt. Her casual demeanour is replaced with tightly crossed legs and slight bouncing. "Looks like I am not the only one who needs to pee," you console yourself. After a while, you hear your name being called out, "Hey you! Why don't you come on the dais and explain the concept of angular momentum to all of us instead of Sophie alone." A chill goes down your spine. The teacher spotted you being inattentive. "GO TO THE DAIS!", Sophie mouths to you, hiding her face. "I am so sorry Ma'am. I will pay attention now." You plead, only to be turned down again. You reluctantly go to the dais, clenching your muscles with all the power you can muster. The teacher asks you to hold a heavy steel rim and makes you sit on a rotating chair. All eyes are on you now. Sweat glistens on your forehead. Your throat dries up. Your cross your legs tightly fearing the few more drops of pee sitting at the tip. Holding the rim straight is taking too much energy away. "Don't cross your legs, Reader. Sit straight," the teacher instructs sternly. You uncross your legs, giving the entire class an eyeful of your white undies. You squeeze your thighs press together and starts rotating the steel rim. A minute later, she asks you to extend your arm and gently pushes the chair. The next moment, you find yourself rotating on the chair with varying speeds as the teacher keeps bombarding you with angles and instructions. You are shaking now. After half an hour of enduring the spinning torture, your sphincter can't bear it any longer. A warm jet of pee shoots into your tight underwear. Sensing the sudden warmth between your legs, you spring up and boom! You come crashing down from the chair and the heavy steel rim lands right on top of your bladder. You yelp in pain and hands immediately fly down to your crotch. The skirt does little to hide your goodies underneath. And your white underwear now bears a small pee stain. The entire class bursts into laughter, including Sophie. Your face is red as a tomato and bladder boiling like a lava. You walk down to your chair with your head hung low, pulling you skirt tightly to prevent anyone from taking a peek. As soon as you sit, you cross your legs as tightly as you can, trying to stem the flow. "Pssst! Hey, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Gracy whispers to you. "I am f-fine," you manage to squeak, not wanting to attract more ire from the teacher. As the clock crawls by, your body begins to writhe in agony. Your bladder screams in protest. It's a weird blob-like feeling inside your pelvis slowly inching towards the pee hole. The air in the classroom seems to thicken, heavy with the stench of stale air and stagnant sweat. Your eyes feel dry, and your skin is clammy with the effort of holding it together. Your thighs, once a comfortable perch, now keep squeezing your legs. Even the slightest twitch of your labia makes you shudder. The wetness of your underwear is getting colder by the minute, adding to your irritation. The clock's slow tick-tock seems to slow down every time you look at it. The teacher's words, grow louder. It is a harsh reminder that you are trapped, stuck in the vicious cycle of desperation. During the last 10 minutes, you just keep your head down on the table. Your grip on your thighs tightens, your fingers white-knuckled with tension. Your legs furiously bob up and down. Nothing else matters to you. After a long treacherous wait, the bell finally rings, and within a split-second, you spring up from your seat. Your eyes scan the room for the quickest path to the door, but to your utter dismay, the teacher stands firm, a stone-faced bitch, blocking your escape. "Sit down, Reader," the teacher growls, "You've caused enough disturbance today. I need to complete this section." "Can I please go to the bathroom?" you plead, eyes brimming with tears. "That would be a no!" the teacher shushes you. "Looks like you're gonna pop, Reader," Sophie teases. "I suppose you wouldn't want to hear the sound of..." She starts shaking her water bottle. You shut your eyes tight and turn your head the other way. "STOP IT, Sophie! Don't make fun of her," Gracy pulls Sophie's arm. "What! Can't I have a little fun?" Sophie rolls her eyes. "I've barely finished my bottle and I'm not even squirming." "Shut up, Sophie!" Gracy silences her. Chapter 4: Your bladder is burning from within. The entire recess is eaten away by the teacher, and now Evelyn, the middle-aged teacher who looks more like she's in her twenties, is already on the door. She commands absolute authority over the students. Had it been any other day, you would have feasted your eyes on her, but today you're battling the formidable force inside your bladder. As Evelyn comes in the class, you rise along with the others, but you can only curtsy in your place, your skirt crumpled between your legs. Another spurt escapes into your underwear, forming a tiny dot on your shirt. You swiftly adjust your skirt, trying to hide the stain. "Just ask her for a bathroom break! Don’t be scared!" Gracy tries to encourage you. However, you can't even open your mouth. Evelyn catches your tensed body language. From her position, it's easy to see every single detail - your jaws clenched, eyes bulging out, forearms shining due to sweat. Right next to you is Sophie, who too is fanning her legs. Though she looks much calmer than you. "Gosh! I have two people to play with. Is it my birthday today?" She bites her lips greedily. The fullness in her own bladder is adding to her arousal. She pulls out the remote of the Air conditioning and drops the temperature to 20° Celsius. The look on your face is priceless. Goosebumps appear all over your body, and you immediately start rocking back and forth. But the game has just begun. Evelyn comes up with another idea. She announces to the class that she'll take a surprise test. The whole class starts murmuring. The displeasure is clear, but she won't let this chance go. She quickly projects 50 mathematics questions on the board and gives you 30 minutes to solve. The class goes silent except you. Sweat drips from your forehead onto the paper. Your hands shove between your legs shamelessly. Your groans and restlessness drive Evelyn crazy. "Are you ok?" She asks, feigning concern. "Here, have some water. You look so flustered." She hands over a tall glass of water to you. "I – I need to p... " "I know you need to perform. So, drink this and focus." She almost shoves the glass to your lips. You can't even oppose for the fear of getting scolded or worse, lose your load. Evelyn lustfully watches you drink till the last drop of water is gone. You are shaking now. Your fists are tightly closed and on the table. You can distinctly feel the cool of the water making its way through your chest and then to your bladder. Another jet of piss erupts from your body. You gasp for air. You crumple the answer sheet between your fingers. Sophie and Gracy look at you fight with all your powers, impressed at your determination. Half an hour later, Evelyn rings the buzzer. You are in fits now, curled up in your seat. "Hey! Use my bathroom pass and run," Gracy throws your pass to you. You feebly raise your hand. "M-Ma'am, can I please go to the b-bathroom? It's . . .it's really urgent!" Tears roll down your cheeks. "You know the rules of the class, Reader. No bathroom breaks. You are an adult now." "P-please Ma'am. I can't." You are at the end of your tether. "You must hold it!" Evelyn slams the remote on her table. That is the moment. You. Are. Done. You cry out in despair as you grab your crotch for dear life. Your nails dig into your thighs, but nothing can stop the fury of your bladder. The coin-sized spot grows rapidly, and steaming drops turn into a full-fledged stream. Everyone can hear the hissing sound under your miniskirt. The light grey of your shirt turns dark, running down your legs. Your pent-up pee splatters on your chair and then onto the floor. The yellow steaming puddle grows rapidly under the chair, spreading in all directions. The class goes into an uproar. A few students seated behind giggle shamelessly. While the others who too need to pee sympathize with you. There are a few who even grab themselves to prevent meeting a fate like yours. Gracy snatches away the mobile phones of the bullies who try to record the scene. Some students cover their noses and the ones around you move away from their chairs as the puddle approaches their feet. Sophie's control is slipping rapidly. The sheer volume gurgling through your tightly grabbed legs makes her bladder scream for relief. For the first time since last night, her seal breaks. A warm jet of piss escapes in her thong. She knows an accident is imminent. Without wasting a second, she sprints out. No one notices that she too has started leaking. A trail of pee runs down her legs and on the floor as she makes her way towards the ladies' bathroom. Evelyn can't believe her eyes. She drools through her red lips. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears. Her undies get moist from inside. She fumbles on to her chair, hands gripping the edges of her table. She fights her inner demons to stop fondling herself in the middle of the class. Bringing herself out of her lustful trance, she yells aloud, "Class dismissed!" You are now seated in your puddled chair, sobbing. Rivulets of tears run down from your eyes. Your hair clings to your sweaty face. The only good thing about it is the feeling of an empty bladder. The dull ache in your bladder is gone. Your miniskirt feels more comfortable, ignoring the drench. "I – I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would... " Evelyn apologizes with a hesitated voice. "Please don't tell this to anyone. I, I might lose my job." Without saying a word, you stand up and leave the class. Your shoes squelch. The fabric of your miniskirt clings to your legs. Your groin and thighs feel cold. You hang your head low and simply walk towards the nurse's room. "God, please! Don't let anyone see me! Please... Please... Please..." Chapter 5: After a long, lonely walk across the corridors, you finally reach the secluded nurse's office. You slam the door behind you and burst into tears. You start hitting yourself on your face in despair. But then suddenly, your eyes fall on another girl, looking at you intently. "Don't do that. Don't hurt yourself." She gently smiles and comes to you. The ID card strapped to her shirt mentions her name as Stacy. She is in the first year of graduation. You scan her from head to toe. She blushes as she feels your gaze. Her skirt is absolutely drenched, and her socks are stained. The wet spot on her seat indicates that she arrived there just a few minutes ago. "I... I thought no one else would be here, Stacy," you break your silence, trying to hide your tears. "Neither did I expect a 2nd year student to wet herself," Stacy holds your hand and asks you to sit. "How did it happen to you?" You take a deep breath, trying to explain. "I am not supposed to wet like this! I wish I had woken up early. I started my day at 7 and for the first time, I tried that damned glass of fruit smoothie. I should have never taken it. Even before I got on to the train, I was feeling the need to pee. I thought I could go once I reached the college, but no! The train got stuck for half an hour and then the janitor had to clean the bathroom right when I reached the station. No one knows how I managed” I can feel you; Stacy began. “I skipped my morning pee, thinking I could get away with it. But, as I went for a run, my phone ran out of battery. I couldn’t check the time and got late for breakfast. I somehow finished my breakfast, squirming in my seat. I had my swimming classes today. So, to save the time of packing, I put on my swimsuit under my college uniform. By the mid-day break, I was bursting. I hurriedly went to the bathroom only to realize that the swimsuit isn't exactly practical. I mean, it is so tight that I couldn’t slide it to the side. My heart sank as I realized that I fucked up! I COULD NOT PEE! I took a deep breath and returned to the class hoping that somehow I will try to pee in the next break but well, my bladder had other plans. And here I am now, with you.” You continue to talk to Stacy and suddenly someone slams the door of the room open. It’s the nurse. She bolts towards the bathroom. Her bladder is bulging under her tight belt, and you can almost see the balloon-like protrusion. Once the door is locked, the room echoes with a loud moan, "Ohhhhhhh!" What follows is a loud hissing noise of water splattering in the WC. "Damn! She had to go!" Stacy whispers to you. The second hand of the clock makes one complete rotation, and the nurse keeps on peeing. Her stream is as ferocious and groans louder. After another minute, the gusher turns into a trickle and finally stops. Yet the nurse doesn't come out immediately. The wet duo outside can only hear the nurse panting inside the bathroom. "GOSH! I needed that" She talks to herself as she opens the faucet to wash her hands. As you wait, the nurse steps out. Her face, perfectly relaxed. Sweat wiped off. And the bulge on her uniform gone. "Whoa! A fresher and a second year together. You poor kids. You are at nurse Jenny's right now. So don't you worry." She jubilantly throws a towel to both of you and points towards the shower. Stacy goes inside without a second thought as the plump nurse watches. She strips down her shirt and miniskirt. The nurse's eyes widen as she ogles at her curves. Her breasts and hips bulge out of the seams of her swimsuit underneath. Her skin is indented and red with tightness. The fabric snaps to her skin several times as she tried to get rid of it. But before the nurse could really see more, she pulls the curtain, giving you a knowing look. "Do you want to join Stacy?" The nurse winks at you. You feel embarrassed as she caught you. "C'mon, what are you waiting for? Get some warm shower." The nurse urges you to strip. "No. This can't be right." You protest. "Well, I thought you enjoyed the little strip show of Stacy." The nurse comes closer to you. Your heart is throbbing as you stare right into her cleavage. Her heaving chest is just an inch away from your face. She, on the other hand, slowly unbuttons your shirt. By the time you realize, your shirt is dangling on your body. You hurriedly back off. "We are college students. We can't be coaxed to strip just like that.” You yell at her. "Damn straight. College students should not wet themselves either." Jenny commands. "IN THE SHOWER NOW!" You realize it's futile to argue with her and step into the shower. You feel Jenny's gaze dig into your neck. With a red face, you try to pull the curtain, but she stops you. “I need your clothes.” She points at your skirt. You need to give her the clothes to get them cleaned. You nod and slowly remove your clothes. The skirt especially clings to your legs like a second skin. As you pull the fabric, you leave a trace of pee on your legs. She salivates at the sight of your legs. “That must be pinching your butt.” Jenny comments on your tight undies. "What do you mean?" You grab the waistband tightly. “You know what I mean, babe!” Jenny steps into the shower. She pushes you to the wall and smells your neck. You are scared and turned on at the same time. You feel your body responding to her touch. She squeezes her thigh tightly against yours. An electrifying sensation runs down your body. “I. .” You try to say something, but the words won’t come out. “You are so much fun! Meet me after the college.” Jenny bites her lips and pulls the curtain. After a long hot shower, you and Stacy change into the spare school uniform provided by Jenny. She watches you lustfully as you pack your body into a new set of underwear. You seemed to be turned on as well, but you push aside your thoughts and get ready to go back. She spanks you as you step out of the room. With a raging arousal now, you reach the classroom. The huge puddle left by you is mopped away, but your earlier seat still has an imprint of your bottom – totally drenched. "How can a girl pee so much." You overhear one girl talk. The students turn to look at you and whisper among themselves. "This girl peed herself. She must have been high." "She just kept on going." A few girls click your photo and type furiously in their phones. "Gosh! I am so glad the lecture got dismissed. I would have peed myself." Sophie whispers to Gracy as you walk past her. You cautiously avoid looking at anyone and take a seat at the back. "I'm sorry about earlier, I hope you're feeling now." Sophie throws a chit to you. You look at her and gently smile. Soon the next lecture commences, and the day continues like normal... - - - The End - - -
  2. since I will be home all day, I figure I won’t have to be desperate out in public or even uncomfortable, I prefer holding at home because I want to get as desperate as possible! I emptied my bladder about 20 minutes ago or so. here’s my outfit! a choker, hoodie, a black skirt, snd some cute star patterned panties! I’ll show more of them later in my video that I’ll post of me bursting & wetting myself 🙂
  3. From the album: Kartiuz's WS Furry Art

    some rumors say the feeling of losing control of a full bladder along with an orgasm can be an extremely pleasurable as well as messy combination With this i present my new OC Lishna, and whit it some variety of species in addition to canines.

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    A waitress in a restaurant/cafe squirts all over the floor after being pushed to her limit with a remote controlled vibrator. She tries her best to be discrete in front of her co-workers and patrons until the vibe opens the floodgates. Screenshots are in order as they appear in the video.
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  5. ⚠️ This is a fiction. All characters are fictitious. Any matches between names and real ones are accidental. Four appointments I. The first one “Please have a sit. Here on this sofa. Make yourself comfortable. The next hour is at our complete disposal,” she began the conversation. She was sitting opposite, about five steps away from us, in a wide cushioned chair, and I began to stare at her. A strict but attractive young woman. A beautiful face, with modest makeup, attentive steel-gray eyes. Bleached hair is gathered into an elegant, business-like bob hairstyle. She was wearing a business suit with a short skirt. At first it seemed to me that she was wearing transparent tights, but no, after looking closer, I realized that these were her bare legs, just with such fringy smooth skin, covered with an even fake tan. This was our first appointment with a family psychologist. It turns out they're not just arrogant older men with glasses. They are different, including these. I would give her a little over 30. However, regarding this type of woman, I could be wrong by five years in both directions. “My name is Melanie,” she introduced herself, “How might I address you?” I looked at Stacy, my wife. "Stacy Kendall," she called herself. "I'm Tom. Tom Kendall," I introduced myself. "Tell me about yourself. You can start with why you decided to come. In addition, if you have your own understanding of the reasons for the situation, I will be glad to listen to it. Don’t be shy, everyone can have their own view of themselves from the outside. Reflection is fine". I nodded. In the sense that yes, this is fine. I agree with you, beautiful businesswoman. But I have no hopes for you, sorry. Stacy recalled her phrases that she had prepared in advance. She didn't remember them right away. The silence dragged on. “Our relationship is deteriorating,” Stacy finally began, “Or rather, I would say, it has completely deteriorated. It started, I think, about two years ago, since our youngest son changed schools. We discussed it, talked about what it was it’s important, they even seemed to agree, but something flashed between us, and we began to move away from each other.” She uttered a few more harmonious, intelligent phrases, then turned to me and fell silent, as if we were singing a duet, and now it was my turn to join. However, I continued to remain silent. Melanie looked at me and waited for me. I didn't want to make her angry right away, so I started talking. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a fan of the idea of coming to you. I want to support Stacy in this adventure of hers, but... I have nothing to add. Yes, I agree, our relationship is not ideal. But it seems to me that this is normal. In melodramas they show one thing, but something else happens in life. This is how it should be. Of course, this is just my home opinion.” “Stacy, tell me, what was the conflict when this started? You mentioned changing schools. Does anything have to do with this?” "Um, I guess not. It was just timing," Stacy muttered. “What do you think, Tom? Did you often argue then, and about what, if not a secret?” “We didn’t argue much,” I answered indifferently, glancing sideways at Stacy, “try arguing with her when it comes to school, for example. And in general about anything other than repairing our car.” “Please continue,” Melanie stared at me with very believable interest. “Yes, I thought that this was not necessary. I could have at least put it off. Taking him there and bringing him back - all this obviously fell on me. I had to get up one hour earlier, and in the evening my works was nowhere didn’t disappear, I barely had time to finish them, then hastily have a dinner, and now it was already midnight, or maybe an hour or even two in the morning, in short, my daily routine was broken.” “But Tom!”, Stacy was indignant, “You could have said how important this is for you! However, you didn’t say. I didn’t care. Remember, we discussed this.” “Stacy is right,” I replied, “But don’t think that I’m complaining about it in any way. On the contrary, I didn’t consider it a problem then, and I don’t think it’s a problem now. Yes, it has become a little more difficult for me to live. But in the end it’s and there is life, ordinary life. I knew that after two years Mark would go to school on his own, and my difficulties would not last forever.” In words, I seemed to agree with Stacy. But still, at that moment I turned to Melanie and looked only at her. And in her eyes I saw understanding. She listened to me carefully without being distracted. Suddenly she again shifted her folded knees from one side of the chair to the other, for the third time since the beginning of our conversation. One toe of her shoe would sometimes make sudden circular movements. She was obviously uncomfortable. This may be due to tight clothing. But why did she create inconvenience for herself? This probably hurts her business, I thought. However, maybe she dressed like that for a romantic evening. “I see that your habits have changed over the last two years, Tom,” Melanie summed up, “How are you, Stacy?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that anything has changed for me. Everything is the same at home and in business. But it doesn’t make me happy. Our relationship... listen, it’s still important to me. I hope for your help, that’s why we came to you.” “Yes, you did the right thing,” Melanie responded and shifted her legs again. This time her knees began to rub against each other, rarely, almost imperceptibly. If they weren't so beautiful, I wouldn't have noticed. She was still asking Stacy about various aspects, and then suddenly she asked me. At that moment I was following her knees with my eyes, the same time I was immersed in my own thoughts. And I didn’t hear the question the first time. “Tom!”, Melanie called out to me and repeated the question: “How many hours do you sleep?” “Seven. Or so,” I replied. "This is now, right? And two years ago? When your daily routine broke down, as you called it." “There were problems with this then. I don’t remember exactly how much I slept, but I didn’t get enough sleep at all. I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, and then the alarm clock always rang inopportunely.” “I see. Was your life in terms of intimate life also violated then? Or... what do you think?” Melanie asked carefully. I was silent, looking at Stacy. After all, she brought me here. She holds the cards to describe our so-called “intimate life.” She tried not to turn in my direction, but I still noticed how her eyes darted. “Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say our intimate life was broken,” Stacy said slowly, searching for words. “We make love regularly. Well, of course not like we did when we were younger,” she blushed even more and giggled. “Please continue,” Melanie stared at her mercilessly, her face calm and full of polite attention. I began to admire her look. She definitely understands what's what. “Would you like some water?” Melanie suggested, guessing that Stacy was worried. “Yes, thank you,” and Stacy took the large glass from her and drained it almost in one gulp. “Can I have another glass?” Melanie asked and filled it without waiting for an answer. Stacy nodded, took another sip, and placed the glass on the arm of the couch next to her. Melanie poured herself some water from the same bottle, drank half the glass, and then took a deep breath. “I would still like to know, Stacy,” Melanie said softly, “What do you see as the meaning of intimate life in your situation. I mean the situation for your couple, not just for you personally.” “Only my opinion matters?” Stacy turned to me, expecting me to support her. “No, of course, I wanted to ask each of you about this in more detail. By the way, I specialize in sexology, so you can rely on my competence...”, she smiled, “yes, it is, I tell you without false modesty.” “I would like to talk to everyone in private,” Melanie continued, “But if you, Stacy, need time to think, I will give you that time. You can wait in that room while I talk with Tom,” and she nodded towards the wooden door in the corner of the room. Stacy took her glass of water and disappeared behind that door. Melanie suddenly filled a new glass of water and handed it to me. I politely accepted it, took a couple of sips and placed it next to me. Suddenly she stretched and stood up from her chair, walking in front of me on the soft carpet, silently and gracefully. It seemed that she had been in need of a warm-up for a long time, but she did not dare to step out in full stride in front of Stacy. "Do you mind, Tom, if I ask you the same question? That's why I sent Stacy out the door. She can't hear what's going on here being in that room. Your comments shouldn't influence each other for me to understand your situation in detail." . “Yes, I guess. The question was about our intimate life, right?” “ Yes, about that. But now I would ask differently, each of you. Again about your personal intimate life. How has it changed over these two years?” Melanie walked over to her chair and carefully sat back down. At that moment it seemed to me that something was wrong with her. She looked a little tense. She began to stroke her beautiful bare knees more often, squeezed the armrests with her fingers and periodically leaned forward and then leaned back in the chair. I began my story by revealing to Melanie what Stacy was embarrassed to tell. Or maybe she didn't even mean to talk about it. In short, two years ago we completely satisfied each other, and there was no need to negotiate, it happened naturally and suddenly. Three times a week, sometimes more often, but... you never know in advance, and this had its own highlight. But when I stopped sleeping normally, my initiative in this happened less and less. And Stacy, after just two polite refusals on my part, closed herself off and became overly sensitive. This was a novelty for her; before that I had never refused her this. Very soon, sex began to happen only after her careful request, when I was already in bed, and my head was almost unable to think because it was overloaded with unfinished work. Then she began to agree “about this” much in advance, at dinner or even before. Believing that I needed to relax, she started buying wine for the evening, and soon sex without one bottle between two became unthinkable. And then she started getting fat. Literally before my eyes. I’m not sure if the reason was only infrequent sex or drinking wine. By the way, it was then that she became seriously interested in cooking. Maybe it's just a coincidence, and it would have happened to her anyway, a little earlier or later, it doesn't matter. But looking at her, I simply did not have any desires, especially sexual ones. At the same time, I did not refuse her invitations to have sex, so that she wouldn't worked up about this. She is got a lot in her mind already, if there is also this... You probably understand that it will become a problem for me just to be at home. However, agreeing to get close to her against my will, I could not even imagine that now I simply might not succeed. However, hey guys, it's started to happen. Only sometimes, not very often, but... after all, our attempts were not often as well. And then I noticed that sex with Stacy and pleasure for me were no longer connected at all. Damn, when I realized this, I couldn't even understand from what point it was so. It definitely didn't happen right away, but I was trying to figure out what the trigger was and couldn't come up with anything. And then she began to hint at intimacy even less often. To be honest, now I don’t even remember the date when we last had sex. Melanie took a deep breath and crossed her legs. She leaned forward, then leaned back. “Have you tried using toys? Or some kind of plots? I mean in your intimacy caresses,” Melanie clarified, and then added, “Ok, I understand, probably the question is in the wrong place. Then I’ll ask differently, did Stacy offer to you something like this?" “No,” I answered briefly. “And if she did, what would you answer?” “I would probably agree, as usual, to any of her requests.” “And what, it doesn’t even matter to you what exactly?” I shrugged. I really didn't care. “Okay. Thank you for your frankness,” she responded, “But still, what would you offer her? Think about it.” I wondered what to answer her so as not to be rude. “Maybe you didn’t hear me. Or I didn’t explain clearly. Something broke between us, and it’s not physiology, it’s something else. In order to offer Stacy something, I need to understand why. I don’t see a single reason yet.” She nodded to me. And she leaned forward again, then swayed back, then repeated it again. “Of course, you are right. Everything is logical, and there is common sense. But here you need to overcome your so-called common sense and take the first step. Toward each other.” “Offering stupid toys?” I asked irritably. "Why not? It doesn't have to be toys. Just something unusual." “It’s called a fetish,” I answered with annoyance in my voice, “Just be aware, I have no ideas about it.” “Not a problem,” Melanie replied, “Let me clarify, it’s not a problem that you’re not ready to share this with me.” I looked at her even less kindly. “I didn’t want to reproach you for insincerity, believe me, Tom,” she added softly, “I fully admit that you just don’t know about it yet. And by the way, it’s even more interesting.” " More interesting for whom?" “For you, for Stacy, for both of you. Yes, I won’t deny it, for me too,” she smiled for the first time, and her smile seemed truly charming to me. I also brightened up a little. “I would like to help you, and I have one method for you. We will touch the points of rapprochement between you and Stacy, and they will not necessarily be common.” I felt uncomfortable. Never, even before Stacy, did it occur to me to use non-standard tricks, much less fetishes. It was at this point that I felt that the glass of water I had drunk had complemented what I had drunk earlier before the visit and that I would do well to visit the toilet. I looked at my watch. Half an hour before the end of the appointment, this is not a problem, I thought and stopped thinking about it. At that moment, Melanie rocked her body back and forth again, her knees pressed together moving to the other side of the chair and then almost immediately back again. “Are you all right?” I asked irritably. I couldn't ignore her movements any longer. "What do you mean?" she asked. “Well... your condition now,” I tried to be as delicate as possible. "We could take a short break, say five minutes." “No, no,” she moved her hand from right to left and bit her lip in confusion. "A break is unacceptable now. Believe me, Tom, I know what I'm doing," she added in a quiet and mysterious voice. “Yes, I believe,” I responded, “And what exactly? What exactly are you doing now?” "I have limited my visits to the toilet. It helps me concentrate." I frowned skeptically. “Don’t doubt it, this helps, and does not hinder, as you might think.” Yes, nothing to say, funny woman, I thought. It would be better if Stacy got tickets to a stand-up show. And I suddenly felt cheerful because I wasn’t the one who ordered this visit, and I wasn’t even going to pay for it. Forgetting about delicacy, I just started having fun. “And how long did you limit yourself?” “Until the end of your visit,” Melanie turned to the wall clock, “Not long left.” “And how do you feel?” She smiled, just as softly as before. She masterfully hid her natural emotions. In her place, any woman would probably give me back something else, but not such a smile. “Well, Tom. My feelings will remain mine. Rest assured, I know what I’m doing,” she said without reproach or any resentment, just trying to explain to me. “It really helps to focus not on yourself, but on someone else. At the moment, on you. I recommend that you try it if possible.” “It sounds like a paradox,” I continued to grin, “I don’t see how this helps yet. Using your example.” “Nevertheless, it does,” she explained, “Except for the urge to go to the toilet, no other distracting thoughts, interests, plans and worries. Now only you and your situation are important to me.” “But... it annoys you,” I said in bewilderment, “You can’t even hide it.” “It just spurs me on, reminding me that time is passing. It’s like an hourglass, reminds me of myself, but doesn’t distract me. And also... now I’m not really trying to hide it in front of you.” "Is this kind of like frankness for frankness?" “Yeah, something like that,” and she gave me that charming smile again. "And I'll have to be more modest in front of Stacy. It will be more difficult, but I can do it." " Hmm , I'll have to ask her how you did." I thought I would hear something self-confident in response, but Melanie raised her index finger: “No, you don’t need to discuss this topic with her. Not a word about it. I’ll explain sometime later.” She handed me a new glass of water and said, “Now let’s get down to business.” I took a sip of water and placed the glass next to the previous one. “Tom, please,” she looked at me demandingly. Her fingers drummed on the leather armrests. I took the glass and drank half of it. She continued to move her fingers and glare at me until I emptied the glass to the bottom. "When I will talk to Stacy, I'll try to set her up for a romantic evening. It's up to you, Tom, to not screw it up and give her that romantic evening. Well, not just her, but both of you." I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. I'm required not to screw it up, for crying out loud! The last time I heard this from my superiors was at work, and that was quite a long time ago. “I’m listening to you very carefully,” I said with a grin, “Will there be any instructions?” "There will be no special instructions. Just act natural." “Naturally - this means as always. That is, no romance. I don’t think that’s what you meant.” “ Of course, I meant what is natural for a man and a woman. And you understood me correctly, didn’t you?”, she narrowed her eyes and froze, making a short pause. “Well, let's not be too delicate,” she continued, “Your task is to ride your wife tonight. So that she feels good. Don't think about your own pleasure. Throw away all your doubts, skepticism, fatigue and other nonsense. Let Stacy will be the center of the universe for you today." My high spirits disappeared. I felt like I was in some kind of trap. Refusing and politely telling Melanie to fuck off was too easy a decision. Yes, I will not refuse her task. Surely she knows about this. However, doing homework in a subject I didn’t like didn’t inspire me at all. “Okay, I'll try,” I grumbled. “And one more point: You will limit yourself to visiting the toilet today until you complete the entire program. As you can see from my example, this is quite achievable and not at all scary.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "I guess it was a joke? What's the toilet got to do with it?" “No, this is not a joke,” Melanie looked at me in such a way that I realized that this really was not a joke. "As abstruse as it may sound, the urge to pee can actually help you focus on Stacy more than yourself," she added. I looked at her like she was crazy, not believing that I was hearing this. Her eyes suddenly widened, just for a couple of seconds, and she shifted her clenched knees to the other side again. Pretending as if no one had noticed, Melanie continued: “And the second reason. There are different ways to receive a small reward for good deeds done. I will not deceive you, your relationship will not improve immediately after the first appointment. So, satisfying your little need will be your reward today. One of your rewards.” “Yes, it sounds tempting,” I answered with a grin, “Will there be other rewards?” “It depends only on both of you,” she smiled slyly. “Yes, and I have to warn you, don’t take this too seriously. No violence, okay? If you don’t succeed today, Tom, well, deal with it, then today is not the day.” “And in this case, I won’t be able to pee?”, I made a worried face, slightly kidding her . “Please, Tom!” Melanie wrinkled her forehead, swaying her whole body back and forth, “Your irony is out of place. Just be a real gentleman, after all.” She read my thoughts right through. I sighed and nodded in agreement. Melanie looked at her watch and stood up from her chair again. She walked several times from one end of the room to the other and back again, then finally opened the door where Stacy was waiting. “Please, Tom, come here. Now it’s your turn to wait.” Stacy returned to us and stood near the sofa, not daring to sit down. She obviously wanted to ask Melanie something, but she looked back at me. I hastened to close that door on myself. It was a smaller office, all lined with cabinets full of books. I put my ear to the door lock and began to listen. Usually I don’t have such a habit, but then the situation was not quite usual. The door was heavy and thick, and I couldn't hear what Stacy was saying at all. Only fragments of Melanie's words reached me. Something like: "Please no, don't go ..." “Is this so critical? Is it really so critical for you? ...” “Not so long, no, not so long ...” It seemed to me that Stacy was disappointed and wanted to cancel the appointment, I walked away from the door and began to look out the window. However, this did not happen. I stood and wondered how many hours I could go without using the toilet, whether I could complete the delicate task, and what other reward might await me for this. Half an hour passed unnoticed. Melanie opened the door suddenly and invited me to sit next to my wife on the sofa. "Thank you both for the frank conversation," she said. “Your case is interesting to me, and I would really like to help you. I see ways how this can be done.” I watched her every move. But she sat calmly and absolutely motionless, only the toe of her shoe slowly drew a semicircle in the air, first in one direction, then in the other. “I would like to hold the next two appointments separately with each of you,” she continued, “Exactly in a week, at the same time. Which of you will be first?” Stacy looked restless and fussy, as if she was late for something. She glanced at me and quickly replied, “Let it be me.” She then immediately stood up from the couch and headed towards the doors, "Well, we have to go. We really appreciate you, Melanie. See you in a week." I nodded goodbye to Melanie and followed my wife. to be continued ...
  6. View File NHDTB-911: Remote Vibe Squirt While Serving Patrons in the Cafe A waitress in a restaurant/cafe squirts all over the floor after being pushed to her limit with a remote controlled vibrator. She tries her best to be discrete in front of her co-workers and customers until the vibe opens the floodgates. Submitter Vibe684 Submitted 05/14/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  7. I've been looking for a story in the fiction page I saw here around a year ago but only once, and I've been unable to find it since. Any help trying to find it and I would appreciate it so much. The main thing I remember about this story is that the Female Mc gets kicked out of her home village because and has to find a way to survive in a medieval era world. She finds an omo friend on the road and they enjoy wetting and messing together before making it into town and selling peed panties to prospective buyers to make money. If anyone has any semblance of information I would love to hear about it, thank you in advance.
  8. Anyone who has this complete video, since the one presented in this link is not. I would really appreciate it if you published it here. https://thisvid.com/videos/realy-long-pee-in-shorts/
  9. I didn’t see any threads on this so I’m starting one. I have done a little research on ‘male squirting’ and it seems to be 95% pee so it seems fitting for this blog. Ive tried this a few times with no real success. Wondering if there are any tips (lol) or tricks that anyone can share.
  10. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
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  13. Here's some short stories I wrote for Raya's Magpie March daily art challenge! She's the best, check her out here: https://twitter.com/VenomRaya All stories are DDLG/ABDL, and here's a legend for the emojis that I use to denote other themes: 💛 = wetting 🤎 = messing 💞 = little to no sexual themes ❤️ = some sexual themes, but not exactly smut ❤️‍🔥 = heavy sexual themes 💓 = desperation 🖤 = punishment ⛓️ = bondage 🧷 = diaper change 😳 = humiliation 🐶 = pet play 🥴 = hypnosis / mind break If an emoji is larger than the others, that indicates that theme is a primary focus of the story. Hope you enjoy! If you do, check me out on Twitter where I'm much more active: https://twitter.com/ghostingsABDL Day 24 - Distracted 🤎💞🧷 She is sitting on the living room floor, playing a video game. One look at her posture, demeanor, and the state of her diaper would tell you that she is completely immersed and clearly has not moved for quite some time. Whenever her video game character makes a sudden action, like a combat roll, she moves with them, shifting her weight and causing the contents of her diaper to squish and smush around. Her long, brown hair is a total mess, and her oversized t-shirt has cheesy snack stains all over it, matching her lips. He enters the living room, carrying a hamper of laundry. He stops in the entryway briefly to watch her play, but before long, the smell of her heavily used diaper wafts toward him. "Princess?" he says, setting down the hamper. "Ya, Daddy?" she responds, her focus not shifting from the game. "Do you smell that?" "Nuh-uh, Daddy. Mus' be da gawbage," she says as she pops a cheesy snack into her mouth, chewing with her mouth open. "Uh-huh... I'm sure that's it..." He walks over quietly behind her, trying to not divert her attention. He lifts up the back of her shirt and pulls back the waistband of her diaper, greeted by a fudgy, stinky surprise. She blushes profusely, pretending to not notice. "Must be the garbage, huh?" he says sarcastically, letting go of her waistband, letting it smack her lower back. "Ahuh..." she replies, popping another snack into her mouth. Her Daddy's presence has her visibly distracted, but she snaps back to reality when she realizes she died in the game. "Uggghhhh!" She throws down the controller, crossing her arms and pouting. "Perfect timing. Time for a diapie change." "Noooo, Daddy, I'm jus' about ta beat da booosss!!" "Too bad, stinky. You can play after." "Oh yeah? Well... wha' if I..." She starts visibly straining and grunting, wrinkling her brow and squinting her eyes. "i-if I... hnnghh..." Suddenly, her mushy diaper starts to expand, accompanied by very sloppy, bubbly sounds, clearly not for the first time today. Her face immediately turns bright red from exertion, embarrassment, and arousal as more poop piles up inside her already messy diaper. She continues to fill her diaper for several more seconds, the volume increasing quickly and the stench filling the room. She's visibly out of breath when she finally relaxes and stops her straining, with a wide, dumb grin spreading across her face. Nothing feels as good to her as sitting in a pile of her own fresh mess. "Ahuh... And what was your plan there, exactly?" He chuckles. "W-w-well, I... uh... I tought dat... i-if I go poopy... den you can' change me while I poopy..." she mumbles, blushing profusely. "Oh, really? Did you consider what would happen after you finished pooping?" "W-well... uuh..." she stammers. "Ahuh," he says as he hoists his pouting, stinky girl into his arms, carrying her to the changing table. She rests her chin on his shoulder and crosses her arms with a disgruntled "hmph..." Day 25 - Sleepy 🤎💛❤️💓 Her eyes flutter open, flooded by the morning sun pouring in through the window. The first observation she makes is the railings that surround her. Then, she notices that the corner of her mouth is stained with drool and her shoulder-length, brown hair is a total mess. Finally, she rolls over, and the familiar feeling of a clean, puffy diaper hugging her waist brings back glimpses of the early morning before Daddy left for work. Very blurry memories of receiving a diaper change and being placed in her crib play in her head. After an over-the-head arm stretch accompanied by an impossibly adorable squeaky sound, she looks down and notices she's wearing her favorite onesie, black with sunflowers. Beside her pillow is a pacifier to match. She greedily pops the pacifier into her mouth and pulls off her blanket, revealing her poofy, white diaper poking out of her onesie. She falls backwards onto her pillow, closing her eyes and sighing blissfully. Nowhere does she feel more babied than within these rails, in the crib that her Daddy built for her with his own two hands. She can't articulate exactly why, but something about his strong, capable hands make her feel all tingly and warm. These feelings begin to snowball, until her hands are rubbing against her thick, padded crotch. She only snaps back to reality when a small, red light on the other side of the crib catches her eye. It's the light on the baby monitoring camera, indicating that Daddy is now watching her through his phone. Soon after, her phone buzzes next to her head, and she quickly grabs it. "Behave, princess," a text from Daddy reads. She doesn't know the meaning of the word. At least, she loves to act like she doesn't, and one quick frown from her, followed by a mischievous grin directly at the camera, reminds him of this. She reaches beneath her knees and pulls her legs up to her chest before beginning to rock her diapered bottom back and forth. The tight, buttoned strap of her onesie that connects the back to the front ensures that her diaper stays on, but it also has the added benefit of rubbing against her in just the right spot. She may not be able to say much with her paci in, but her lewd squeaks and reddening face are dead giveaways to her pleasure. Her phone buzzes again. "I won't warn you again. Behave." Her face immediately sinks into an unmistakably grumpy expression. In reality, she's obsessed with being controlled like this, but she also enjoys being fussy. Immediately, she starts thinking of ways to get back at Daddy for stunting her fun, and it doesn't take long. She closes her eyes as her face wrinkles, her heavy blushing deepening. This tells Daddy all he needs to know. There's no doubt after she begins squeaking and grunting, joined by the low, deep, sounds of her tensed stomach. A loud, bubbly fart slides out of her, easily picked up by the camera's microphone even after being heavily muffled by her thick padding. Not long after, a small lump forms beneath her diapered bottom, expanding as she strains. A thick, mushy, crackly mess pours out of her, quickly occupying the once pristine, white fabric. Her diaper bloats and stretches, occasionally halting briefly so she can catch her breath. Her bright red face pants heavily once her mess concludes. The brown-tinted fabric sags out of her onesie, the strap's buttons straining to contain it all. Her bladder releases itself all on its own as she collects herself. Her phone buzzes once again. "Good job, baby. Now you can sit in your mess while you behave." She wants to act annoyed, but the combination of the warm, soft poop crowding her diaper, her favorite onesie, the pacifier in her mouth, and the railings surrounding her completely pacify her. She collapses onto her pillow, feeling the warm mush in her diaper squish around inside. A wide, blissful smile spreads across her blushed face as she sucks on her paci and admires her Daddy's handiwork. As her chest begins gently rising and falling, the red light disappears. Day 26 - Tabletop 🤎💞🥴 Inspired by this Sketchmandl comic: https://twitter.com/sketchmandl/status/1760212696027324524 Her and her crew are wandering through a cave. She is trailing behind while the rest of her team are conversing over how to solve an important puzzle. They're required to make a cognition role. The entire party succeeds, except for her, who rolls a 1. The moment after her roll, something snaps within her brain. Instantly, she falls down to the floor with a thud onto her hands and knees and starts crawling. "Hey, uhh... Everything okay down there?" A crew member notices her sudden change in posture and demeanor. "A-buh boo bee gee~" She only mutters complete babyish gibberish. Her eyes glaze over, and drool starts to dribble down her chin. Suddenly, a small lump forms between her round butt cheeks, beneath her tight leather pants. FPRRTCHH! All at once, she expels a massive, steaming dump right into her pants, seemingly unaware of what she has just done. "Ew, gross! Did she really just poop herself??" Another one of her team members asks. "It sure looks that way..." "What should we do now?" "Well, she's the healer. I don't think we can do anything until we find a way to cure her..." "You mean we have to put up with her shitting herself?" "Unless we can figure out a way to cure her." "Damn... This is a tough puzzle..." "I hope she doesn't stink up the place too badly..." Her stomach starts to grumble as she feels pressure rising within her. She's powerless to hold it in, and an intense wave of pleasure shoots through her body as her bowels fully relax. "A-ahh~!" Ppbbfhhht~! "Oh god, there it is. She's really letting go now." "Geez... What happened to her...?" "A-a-bubbbb~" Her farts continue, making her ass jiggle and wobble. A noticeable bulge protrudes from the seat of her pants, growing by the moment. "Oh man, this is so embarrassing..." "Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look..." Her bowel movement continues unabated. She moans softly in pleasure as the smell begins to permeate through the space. Her pants are completely ruined, stretched tightly around the freshly deposited mound of hot dung. Her belt is hardly able to keep her thoroughly soiled pants from slipping off her hips. "Alright, that's enough. I'm gonna check her stats," one of her crew members says they access her profile page. They find that her class has changed to "Diaper Baby." Her intelligence stat has been lowered to zero, and she is afflicted with a list of unique ailments, including incontinence and baby talk. "This is bad. According to the wiki, there's only one cure for this, and it's the rarest drop item in the entire game." "What? Seriously? That'll be impossible!" "Let's just take her back to camp for now, and figure out what we're gonna do later." Day 27 - Late 💛💞 "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teases. Through her blurry eyes, she makes out his silhouette, sitting at the kitchen table and working on his laptop. "How did you sleep?" She stands in the middle of the kitchen with an expression that suggests not a single thought is rattling around in her little brain. Her eyes are barely open, the corner of her lip is stained with drool, and her long, brown hair is a complete mess. Suddenly, the crotch of her diaper that just barely peeks out from under her oversized hoodie starts to sag and turn yellow, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. A dumb, blissful grin spreads across her face as she closes her eyes and moans softly. Eventually, her stream trickles off, and her eyelids open again, one at a time. "All done?" He chuckles. She nods, looking at the floor and blushing profusely. Without making eye contact, she hears him pat his lap, causing her to waddle toward him and climb onto his lap. She wraps her arms around him and slumps into his warm chest. It's impossible for him to continue working like this, but this is exactly what he anticipated. "I should tucker her out during playtime more often," he thinks to himself. "She never sleeps in this late. I actually got some work done." He kisses her soft forehead, feeling her warm, soggy diaper on his lap. Day 28 - Puppy 🤎💛❤️🧷🐶 Daddy sits on the living room couch, watching his baby girl play on the floor, listening to her rhythmic, content nuks as she immerses herself in the world of her stuffies. She turns her head around to stare at him for a moment, and he smiles warmly at her in return. Suddenly, she bounces up from her playmat and jumps onto his lap. Her thick, patterned, multi-layered diaper cushions her impact. "Oomph!" He says, chuckling. She giggles as she clings onto him, placing her chin on his broad shoulder. Her spine tingles as his hand, much larger than her own, slides under her shirt to rub her back in gentle circles. "You'd make a perfect lapdog, baby," he says, brushing her brunette hair aside to kiss her neck. Despite his obvious joking tone, something about these words resonate with something deep within her, something she has never felt before. A million butterflies soar through her stomach all at once. Their chemistry is so deep that just from the few proceeding moments of silence and the slight raise in her body temperature, he knows something is amiss. "Everything okay, sweetie?" He says, pulling her away to check her expression. Her cheeks, now a deep crimson, add to his suspicion. Nevertheless, she simply nods and smiles, trying to conceal that mysterious moment she just experienced. He pulls her pink pacifier from her lips, a string of saliva joining it. "Jus' habby to be wif my Daddy!" She says gleefully. "Aww! Such a sweet little girl!" He responds, returning her paci where it belongs. "I think it's dinny time though, princess," he says as he places his hands under her arms and hoists her off his lap, setting her down next to him. Her brow furrows as she crosses her arms and grumbles. "Ahuh, so it's definitely dinny time," he chuckles, kissing her tenderly on the forehead as he gets up to walk to the kitchen. His words from before echo through her sweet little brain once more, making her heart flutter again. That moment replays in her head repeatedly and rapidly, drowning out the sound of a pot filling with water. As if her legs are acting independently, she slides off the couch and starts walking toward the kitchen. He feels something tugging on his shirt. "Yes, sweetie?" He says, focused on preparing their meal. "Daddy, I wan' a collar." He's taken aback initially, never having seen her be so forward, but the pieces fall into place quickly. "A collar?" "Ya... i-is dat bad...?" "No, not at all! How about we go shopping after dinny?" "Reawwy, Daddy??" She says, her eyes glimmering. "Absolutely, baby. Now, go sit in your chair. Dinny will be done soo-" She tackles him, bursting with excitement. "Tank you, Daddy!!" She says before running over to her high chair. A few days later, Daddy hoists his messy princess onto the changing table. They both enjoy hearing the squishy goosh of her full diaper as she sits. He lays her down gently and pops the tapes off her diaper, lifting her legs and revealing her stinky present. After some teasing and a lot of wiping, he reaches under the table. "A very special package arrived for you this morning, baby girl," he says, pulling out a fresh diaper with light blue paw prints all over it. She gasps, both in excitement and surprise. "B-bu' I didn' pick dat out!!" She says, like a child on Christmas. "I know, silly! I did!" He pulls out a matching pacifier and her brand new collar, with a heart-shaped tag that reads "Puppy Slut." "Ready to be Daddy's sweet little puppy?" He says, carressing her calf. She nods aggressively. After a thorough powdering, he tapes her new diaper around her waist and pops her new paci into her mouth. He lifts her up and carries her to their bed, sitting down and setting her on his lap. He carefully fastens the collar around her neck, brushing his hands against her chin unnecessarily just to excite her further. "I was right... You do make a perfect lapdog..." He says in a low, seductive voice, stroking her inner thigh. All of the excitement goes straight to her bladder. With a whimper and a fierce blush, the blue puppy paws on the front of her brand new diaper are washed out, turning a saturated yellow as she loses control. "Well, almost perfect. Let's work on your house-training..." He says, kissing her softly. Day 29 - Jumpshot 💞🖤🧷 Fresh powder dances in the light as the sounds of crinkling, taping, teasing, and giggling fill the room. Another one of her hefty, full diapers plops into the bin beside the changing table, wrapped and balled up. "Alright cutie, stay here while Daddy fills up your baba," he says, picking up her empty bottle and closing the door behind him. Directly in her line of sight once she sits up is a plastic basketball hoop hanging from the top of the door, which strikes her as very odd. She hasn't noticed it before, and her Daddy isn't much of a sports guy, so what's it doing here...? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots her most recent messy diaper at the top of the bin. Out of total impulse, she reaches over, picks up the diaper, and tosses it toward the hoop. It bounces off the cheap, plastic rim, landing on the carpet with a heavy plop. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Daddy nearly slips on balled-up diaper. "Baby!! What did I tell you about playing with your old diaps??" He says scoldingly. "D-dat it's yucky..." She mumbles, looking down at the floor in shame. "And??" "A-and...?" "And I'm the undefeated diaperball champion!!" She raises her head again. Smiling, but clearly confused. "Diapieball...?" "How do you think I entertain myself during all those naps you take?" He says, scooping up the diaper on the floor with one hand and sinking it perfectly into the net without breaking eye contact. "W-well dat's not fair!! You can' be da bes' if you'we da only one pwaying!!" "Champ by default is still champ!" He responds smugly. "Oh ya...? W-well... You'we on!!" She says, hopping off the table, her tone both excited and equally nervous. "Awww, little pampy packer thinks she can take me on, huh? Let's make this interesting... If you win, you can pick whatever you want for dinner. But if I win, no changes until this time tomorrow." He passes the diaper to her. "I'll even go easy on you: instead of H.O.R.S.E., we can play D.I.A.P.E.R. Deal?" "Deaw!!!" She says, all fired up. She jumps and shoots the diaper over his head, hitting the backboard and landing it in. The diaper hits him in the back on the way out of the net. "Oh, you are so on!" He says, tossing her bottle onto a Snorlax plushie, scooping up the diaper, and rushing toward her. A very similar picture is painted that time tomorrow. Powder in the air, crinkling and taping, but with a lot more teasing and a lot less giggling. Today's diaper makes a far louder plop than yesterday's as it lands in the bin. The once over-eager baby grumbles as her bright red, powdered bottom stings and her Daddy chuckles. Day 30 - Plushies 🤎💛❤️💓🧷😳 Shaking. "Hnnn..." High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Lots of bouncing. "Nnnnnh..." Blanket gone. Cold. High-pitched sounds. Bouncing. Bed creaking. "Daddy...! Wake ub...! Wake uub...!" Weight on crotch. Soggy. Crinkling. Bouncing. "Daddyyyyy! Wake uuubb!! It's carnibal dayyy!!" His eyes finally open. Through them, he is greeted with the blurry silhouette of his hyperactive, naked (save for the soaked diaper pressed against him) baby girl. "Ugh... Baby... What time is it...?" He speaks in his very deep, gravely morning voice, which makes her want to jump his bones. She knows that would be counterintuitive to her mission, though. "Why don'cha check?" She says, wiggling her hips on top of him. He probes around the nightstand surface, looking for his glasses. After a few blinks, however, his vision clears, and he finds them, dangling from the front of her diaper with one arm shoved inside. She giggles mischievously as he pulls them out and slides them on, followed by a swift spank to her padded rear. Vision restored, he reaches for his phone to check the time. "Baby, the carnival doesn't even open for another two hours!" "I knowww, but we can' be late!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie dis year, no matta what!" They only moved to this town a bit over a year ago. One of their first outings together after moving in was visiting the annual town fair. They had a lovely time, until she noticed a particular prize at a game booth. It was a shark plushie, sky blue and almost the size of her. He stood around for two hours straight, watching her whip softballs at unmoving bottles with all the might her tiny arms could muster. He only managed to pull her away once the copious amounts of lemonade and funnel cake in her system, combined with bubbling frustration, resulted in an embarrassing public accident. "Sweetie, don't you wanna see some of the other cool stuff they have there? I don't even think we saw everything last year, and I bet there's new stuff too," he replies, gently rubbing her thighs to try to make his suggestion more digestable to her. "NO!! I'm GONNA win dat plushie, Daddy!" "Okay, okay!" He says, only able to think about the ludicrous hoard of plushies already residing in her nursery. With that, all the pressing matters out of the way, except for one: something pressing against her wet, padded crotch and rising beneath his checkered boxers. "Well, we still have plenty of time until we have to leave..." He says in a low, seductive tone, caressing her diapered hips. "Noooo, Daddy, come onnnuhh!!" She replies, exhibiting extremely rare restraint which tells him all he needs to know about her determination. She bounces up and down impatiently on top of him, his eyes following her bare chest. "Alright, baby," he says, followed by a few moments of silence. "Weeelll?" "Well what? I'm waiting for you to get off me!" "Make me!" She says, her tone dripping with both cuteness and mischief. He quickly reaches out and pinches both of her nipples, making her squeal and straighten her spine. He grins sadistically, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her toward him. "I'll never understand you, will I?" He whispers, kissing her passionately. He sits up and places his hands under her soft thighs while she clings onto him, and they move together to the changing table as one warm, tight unit. He gently lowers her onto the table, loving the gooshing sound of her wet diaper spreading out on the mat. After some untaping, wiping, powdering, teasing, and taping, a fresh diaper is secured snugly around her cute, round butt. He reaches under the table again, unexpectedly to her, and pulls out another diaper. "Daddy, wha's dat for?" "For you, silly. Need I remind you what happened last year?" "B-bu' ebwyone's gonna see!!" "Relax, sweetie. No one's gonna notice 'em under your coveralls," he says, lying through his teeth. He lifts her up once again and fastens the second diaper over the first. She fidgets disapprovingly, but he grips her legs tightly, silently telling her to behave. "There. Now, let's get you dressed and then I'll do your hair." "Hmph..." She grumbles, crossing her arms while her cheeks turn pink. As soon as he parks the car, she unbuckles her seatbelt and flies out of the door. "Come on, come on, come on!!!" "Hold on, baby! Geez!" He steps out of the car and she immediately latches onto his arm, dragging him toward the festivities. Before long, she spots the same booth as last year, with the same grand prize. She lets go of his arm to sprint to the game. The attendee immediately recognizes the girl that soiled herself last year after losing for two hours, but silently accepts her caretaker's money with a knowing glance, met with an equally embarrassed expression in return. "One hour. Got it?" He waits for a response, but receives none as she's already fully locked in. He leaves to retrieve food with an exasperated sigh. One hour comes and goes. Her focus is unwavering, even when taking sips of lemonade and bites of greasy fried food out of Daddy's hands, or when her bladder dispels of said lemonade. The time limit becomes a cycle of begging on her end and relenting to a "few more attempts" on his end. At some point, he can tell her frustration is boiling up toward a full-blown tantrum. He also starts to hear some low, rumbling farts escape her big, puffy butt, in tandem with an all-too-familiar fidgeting dance. "UUGHH!!! I was SOOOO close that time!!" She whines and stomps her feet, causing a few fair-goers to look their way. "Alright sweetie, how about some funnel cake?" He says with a twinge of embarrassment in his voice, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the booth. "NOOOOOO!! I DON' WAN' FUNNEL CAKE!!" She screams back at him, planting her feet in the ground and attracting many more stares. He hoists her up over his shoulder, carrying her away while apologizing to the attendee. She thrashes and beats on his back, her face bright red. He sets her down on a secluded bench. "Stay." He says sternly before leaving, sending a wave of intimidation down her spine and shutting her up immediately. " 'tupid Daddy... Makin' me wear two diapies... Frowin' off my game..." She blubbers with crossed arms, tears forming in her eyes. Several minutes later, he returns. "I got something for you," he says, holding something behind his back. "I said I don' wan' funnel cake..." She says, sniffling, not looking up from the ground. "Guess again," he replies, revealing a huge, sky blue shark plushie. She looks up and gasps loudly, exploding from her seat to tackle him. "DADDY!!! TANK YOU, TANK YOU, TANK YOU!!!" She says bursting with joy, wiping her tears on his chest. "I can't bewieve it!! How did you win so fas'??" "Don't worry about it, cutie," he says, rubbing the top of her head. She clings onto him tighter, vibrating with excitement. "Alright baby, what should we see next?" His question is met with a fart, much louder and bubblier than before. "Uuhh... W-well akshully, Daddy, I reawly godda..." He turns around and squats down. "Hop on." He runs toward their car with his baby on his back, every other step causing more gas to slip out. He flings open the car door and sets her inside, handing her her plushie. Before he can even get in the driver's side, her accident has already begun. She grips onto her plushie tightly as the car seat, coveralls, and two thick diapers do nothing to conceal her hefty blorting. It doesn't take long for her second diaper to justify itself. He sits down beside her and rubs her thigh to soothe her through her intense mess. After two minutes of loudly emptying herself, she relaxes and sighs heavily, burying her deep crimson cheeks into her new plushie as her bladder releases itself. He grabs her chin and kisses her softly. Turning the key, he pulls out of the parking lot, his wallet twenty bucks lighter, and her diaper much, much heavier. Day 31 - Friends 🤎💛❤️‍🔥💓🖤⛓️😳 "Heeeyyy! Come in, come in!" Several people shuffle through the front door, carrying drinks, snacks, board games, and controllers. "Aww, why's the lil' one cribbed?" "Oh, she was a VERY bad girl yesterday," he says, looking toward the crib. "Wasn't she?" "Hmph..." She grumbles as she looks away, unable to dispute through the paci-gag in her mouth. "She packed her pamps so full that she was leaking all over, then ran away from me when I tried to change her, giggling and sticking her tongue out the whole time. Not much giggling after I pinned you down though, huh, baby?" She grumbles some more, rubbing her mittened hands against her stinging bottom. "So it's three diaps tonight and two for the rest of the month, and she gets to stay in her crib until you guys leave. She has a very special message for everyone, too. Baby, turn around so all your friends can see your diaper." "Mmmmph!" She whines in protest. "Now, baby." She begrudgingly gets on her hands and knees and turns around for the group, blushing profusely as she displays her diaper with the words "Don't Change Me, I'm A Brat" written across her huge, puffy butt. Her onesie is unbuttoned because the massive amount of padding between her legs makes it impossible to do so (very intentional), so she has to lift the strap so everyone can read. The whole crowd coos at the shameful little diaper girl's embarrassment. "Alright diapie butt, the adults are gonna go have fun. Behave, unless you want me to extend your punishment." She shakes her head silently, looking toward the floor. "Good girl. Keep that diapie clean, too. You wouldn't want all your friends to have to smell your stinky butt, would you?" "Hmmmphh..." She has half a mind to drop a big, messy dump in her pamps right now just to spite him, but out of fear of not knowing how much worse her punishment could get, she refrains. "Sorry, princess, but that's why you listen to your Daddy!" One of her close friends from college says to her, pinching her cheek and making her blush even harder. To think the same girl that cheated off her constantly in school was now treating her like a dumb, little, pants-pooping baby is a new height of humiliation for her. Though, no matter how much resistance she puts up, she can't ignore the warm tingling between her legs. Hours later, the group is engrossed in a game of Catan, and the crib crinkler is getting no attention. Occasionally when someone gets up to use the restroom or get a drink, they stop by the brat's crib to tease her, patting her head or telling her how cute she looks in all those diapers, but nothing more. Every time someone passes by her, Daddy loudly asks them how her diaper looks or if she smells. All these events pile up in her mind, fueling her humiliation little by little. As the game carries on, the diaper baby feels her tummy grow more and more restless. She tries to shut her legs to prolong the battle, but the excessive padding between her thighs prevents it. She tries to squeeze her butt closed with her mittened hands for the same reason, and is unable to for the same reason. With no more choices available to her, she's left bouncing and fidgeting in her crib, feeling her body temperature rise as her desperation grows. She's listening to her Daddy's words in her head on repeat, telling her to behave, but her focus is being devoured by ever-mounting feelings of humiliation and need. Sheer discomfort takes hold of her as she feverishly grips onto the railing of her crib and begins to whine desperately. "Sounds like the lil' one wants something!" "I'm sure she just wants out, but she's in there for a reason. It's your turn, by the way." Her pleading whines become desperate whimpers as she fidgets helplessly. She can feel the hot mush sinking down inside of her and pressing against her hole. She tries to close her eyes and hear Daddy's words, but the overwhelming humiliation and desperation instantly consume any thought she attempts to have. A steady stream of hot farts begins to pour out of her, hotboxing her triple-layered diaper. She starts to shake uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes. She fights till the very end, wanting more than anything to be a good girl for her Daddy, but it's no use. Hot, mushy poop explodes out of her, rapidly filling her first diaper and threatening to breach into the next after only a few seconds. The entire party turns their heads toward the crib while the sounds of the naughty brat's accident fill the room. Her mind is enveloped by a hot, bright, white light as the embarrassment and relief spiral and clash. The only feeling she can focus on is how badly she wants to tear off her onesie and cum her filthy little brains out. She continues to grip onto the railing for dear life as she continues to unload a seemingly impossible amount of mush for such a little girl. After what feels like an eternity, her bowels and butt finally make amends. Her hyperventilating slowly decelerates as sweat drips from her burning cheeks and her bladder empties itself. "Geez! Someone really had to go!" One of their friends says. The whole group chuckles. "Oh boy, so sorry about her. I thought her punishment would be enough to keep her on good behavior for tonight, but I guess not." "Oh, it's okay! We know she can't control herself, right, sweetie pie?" "Thanks, guys. My turn's over, anyway, so keep playing and I'll be right back." He gets up and walks towards his stinky baby's crib as she looks up at him, sweat and tears staining her blushing cheeks. He hoists her up out of her crib and carries her into their room. Once there, he sits down on the bed and sets her on his lap. She feels the hot, muddy contents of her giant diaper squish and smear around, sending a jolt of arousal up her spine. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you, brat?" He shoves his hand beneath her heavily padded crotch, trying to assess the damage. The moment his hand makes contact, she presses herself against it, grinding feverishly. She clings onto him, unable to suppress her lewd moans. "You're getting off to this? All your friends just saw you shit your pants and cry like a baby, and it made you want to cum? God, you're such a pathetic little stink slut." He degrades her, which only serves to fuel her burning arousal. She tries to grasp at the bottom of her onesie, but her mittens won't allow it. He feels her desperation and tears it off for her, allowing her soft, round tits to spill out. He takes the left one in his mouth, sucking and biting on it and causing her to squeal. His unoccupied hand reaches around and shoves against the steaming hot dump in her diaper, making her writhe and shiver. Being in complete control of her body at all times means he can sense, through her rhythmic tremors and rising temperature, that she's at her limit. "Cum." She throws her head back as she loses control, squirting violently into her thoroughly soiled diaper and moaning with all the air her little lungs can contain. Her thighs quake uncontrollably as she collapses against her caretaker. One moment, he's rubbing her bare back in gentle circles while she catches her breath. In the next, he's listening to her softly snore. He lifts her up from his lap and delicately places her under the covers, kissing her sweaty forehead. "Hey, where's baby?" A friend says to him as he closes the door behind him. "Oh, I put her to bed. She tuckered herself out. Is it my turn?"
  14. Hi! I'm new here, well, not 'new-new' I've been into omorashi since I was young, before I even knew it was a thing, but I'm a grown-ass adult now so I'm finally here freaking doing this! I wanted to start by asking... does anyone here like the 'just made it' scenarios? Although I guess I'll get more specific about what I'm into. I LOVE desperation, I mean the desperation is everything, the holding, the whines/whimpers/moans of pain and annoyance, the POTTY DANCING, and I love-love it when desperation borders into true desperation and the holder is clearly leaking (really badly no less) and/or about to leak and needs to find release SOMEHOW and proceed to find a sneaky place to pee at, or even do it in a receptacle or something else unconventional. For example, a male could something to pee in, like a bottle or even hide somewhere to whip it out or something like that. Same for a female, needing to find like a bucket or cup to pee in, or also having to sneak away to pee someplace, SOME way to pee so that way they don't lose it. I LOVE it when they lose it though, I am fond of that too, but just making it is probably my favorite, especially if there is still embarrassment and especially if a witness is there to see them make it in time in hilarious or mortifying ways. Who else likes the just make it scenarios? Feel free to share any specific just made it scenarios too by the way!
  15. I finally write this ,the favorite character in hsr ,DrRatio .But in Chinese version ....... sorry i still need some time to translate them (it s so difficult ....) and this is the full fiction 😊 《纯粹思维的洗礼/真理医生》 午后阳光恰好,花叶芬芳。 他虽已时时注意洁净,思维难免会因滞涩而生尘。 “疗愈思想与保持健康同样重要。” 愚人的喧嚣随疲意一同远去,他沉入水中,任思绪漂浮,心神循序澄明。 “真理会躲开不洁,唯有纯粹方可接近。” 这便是拉帝奥教授每日的习惯。在结束了一阶段的工作后,一次洗浴,身体乃至精神上的洗浴,正是他必不可少的仪式。他称之为“纯粹思维的洗礼”。的确,在只有一人的浴室里,盛满洗澡水的浴缸为他隔绝了外部的喧嚣,也使他思维逐渐澄澈。无需石膏头为他阻隔,任凭氤氲的水汽覆上他的每一寸肌肤,疲惫被洗去,思维便可如发梢滴落的水珠般顺理成章且恰到好处。 没错,他有洁癖。唯有此间浴室,在他眼中方能达到“洁净”的标准。的确,此处于他而言,既可洗浴,更可学习,休憩。他离不开书籍和浴缸,当然。 这日拉帝奥教授方结束完公司的一场任务,便收到真理大学发来的一封邮件——学校不久后将举行的一场学术讲座因故需紧急调整时间,来询问主讲人拉帝奥教授何时方便调整。拉帝奥在脑中迅速过了一遍近期的行程安排,既然待会无事且自己早已准备好这场讲座,何不马上就将其完成?他迅速回复了学校,便吩咐公司将其送往目的地。 到达学校后,拉帝奥在他的办公室中整理好讲座所需的资料,便前往教室。他极强的时间观念使他不慌不忙,又总是恰到好处,这也是他所认为的“学者美德”之一。偌大的阶梯教室里此时已坐满了前来听讲的学生,拉帝奥教授走向讲台,开始了他的演讲。 确实,作为一名经验老道的学者与教师,这场学术讲座不过是他大大小小的授课生涯中微不足道的一门课罢了。但今日,石膏头下的俊美脸庞却在不为人知的阴影中蒙上了一丝他本人都感到疑惑的迟滞。他感觉自己如同沙漏的下半部分一般,正在被细微得几乎不可见但又有明显感触的砂粒细流一点点地,填注着身体的某个部分。 聪慧如他,当然很快就觉察到这种异常来自哪里。只是,这实在难以承认,毕竟此前他并无这种经历。一种时间观念极强的人,就算是不刻意安排,顺势行动也可以安排出完美的日程。可是今日的讲座,明显处于状况之外。 极低的偶然性,但一切偶然都是必然。 拉帝奥的脑中很快就承认了他在憋尿这个事实。距离他上次如厕已过去了五个小时,在晨起洗浴前。在完成公司任务的期间的水分摄入不多,但随着时间过去也早已完成他们的水循环任务,正一点一点地挤进膀胱。这种感觉在隐隐约约之时若是注意到,便会无法摆脱且愈演愈烈。石膏头下的沉默微不可查地顿了顿,但又恢复了波澜不惊的正常中。 还有一个半小时。讲演的过程若是减少自身的移动,这时间绰绰有余。拉帝奥教授这么想着。教授思维强大的能动性此刻显然是无法帮助他抑制这种异常感的。一切以时间地点为转移…确实,五小时的时间足以形成一切,公开的教室地点也是严肃的…被一点点灌注的感觉在物理意义上压迫到了越来越多的神经元细胞,越来越多的感受器将神经冲动传输向神经中枢。他当然知道这个中枢并不在脊髓而是在大脑皮层,因而此刻他才得以不让效应器产生效应,阻隔了这个反射过程的完成。 啧,这种时候走神真的好吗?拉帝奥教授仍一如既往地讲着,问题分析也依旧思路清晰明确。但他不可避免地顺势稍稍夹紧了站立的双腿,并微靠在讲台边缘。他带着石膏头,无人能看清他的表情。讲台遮挡,也不会有人注意到他双腿间偶然的摩擦。只是他停止了板书的演示,尽量保持全身的静止。的确,一旦察觉了自己的尿意,便再也不能忽视甚至还逐渐明显。这和那些烦人的蠢材不同,那些尚可通过“隔绝五感”来避免,但此刻生理上的急迫却一点一点地刺激着他的神经。 他有些心焦了。 自己自懂事起便从没烦恼过这方面的问题,他总是一有需求便去,即使时机不恰好也从不急迫。今日的新鲜感受使他忽然回忆起儿时班上的某位同学,因尿急而不断地抖脚,课桌下扭转的身体,颤抖的双腿和热流涌出那刻的突然的静止。几乎是一瞬的感同身受,那种蠢材才有的愚蠢后果…他有些心焦了。 腰间层叠的衣服布料正摩挲着他的小腹,教授稍抬起一只脚,足尖点地,大腿根处用力挤了下身几下。这些动作完全是出于本能,急迫感在此刻倒灌,虽止住了向前的滴漏,但向后却产生了摇曳的惯性。沉重的呼吸早已塞满了石膏头套,他眼神昏暗,试图在说出的每个字,每个音节上承担一份呼吸的重量。手指…很想下去帮忙,但是,显然无法,也不能做出这样的动作。 在某个停顿的瞬间,或许是因为思维的跳跃还未到达另一块彼端的木板,就这样毫无征兆地冲出了一股暖流。瞳孔猛然放大,他马上止住了这股喷薄欲出的灾难。那种淅淅沥沥的滴落在用力止住的末梢是欲坠不坠水珠,在下体瘙痒着被布料吸收。拉帝奥已经顾不得多想,他的脑中快速运转了一番,一面用着全身的力气抵挡下体的泄洪,一面继续言简意赅地使话语尽快奔向讲座的末尾。 是的,在一片混乱中结束了。他当然是不再留出提问的时间,直接拿着讲课资料走出门外。外人看来这或许只是个奇怪的,步履稳健的,有时候忽然在一片匀速运动中加速的石膏头男人。学生看来或许只是他接下来又有其他任务需要马上完成。那最好是所有人都不要多想罢。以往从无此般经历的他纵使有千万分力量也无法使他一边维持正常走路姿势一边止住漏尿的惯性。没错,在他踏出教室门的那刻,淅淅沥沥地,大腿内侧开始一点点被细流濡湿,那些仿佛灌注着的沙漏沙子此刻也变成了最具实感的温热液体,如被一点点挤出针管的药液一样滴注。 摇动的披风,两条长腿交叠的步伐,黑白的菱形瓷砖,永远目不斜视的石膏头。井然有序的一切掩盖的是影影绰绰的湿痕,或许过不久瓷砖上留下的一长串水珠马上蒸发。最好是无人注意,也确实没人注意。但拉帝奥教授在他有序的混乱中却错误地凭着惯性来到了学校的教师澡堂。 已经顾不得多想,他拉开一间单间便进去了。在浴缸里,甚至是整个浴室里排泄,一向被他视为亵渎的存在,但他此刻别无选择。拉帝奥教授抓住门把的手大力颤抖,这无人的环境驱使下暖流终不再淅淅沥沥,而是大股大股地涌出,伴随着喷尿的滋滋声,很像烧烤架上尖叫的香菇。深蓝色的长裤一片湿热,脚底与鞋面打滑得厉害。那些流到地面的黄色尿液不断扩散开,扩散到门的底下。若此刻外头有人,这场面一定是人人心中明了。拉帝奥显然想到了这点,他直接顺势跌坐入浴缸中,余下的尿液在身下包围着扩散着,比泡腾片还泡腾片的黄痕在可见之处溢出。浴缸外瓷砖上冷却的尿液比时间还停滞,倒映的大抵是达利软掉的时钟。记忆的永恒。泡腾片完全泡发。尖叫的香菇思考“生鱼片是死鱼片”的命题。 午后阳光恰好,花叶芬芳。 他虽已时时注意洁净,思维难免会因滞涩而生尘。 “疗愈思想与保持健康同样重要。” 愚人的喧嚣随疲意一同远去,他沉入水中,任思绪漂浮,心神循序澄明。 “真理会躲开不洁,唯有纯粹方可接近。”
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    Tiffany Doll is a woman into making us pleased with herself, she’s wearing a blouse and just white panties alone so it will be easy to spot that patch. Tiffany grabs her sex toy I believe it’s called the Magic Wand it is a massager machine however she’s going to cum instead using it. Undoing her buttons from her blouse she gets turned on by the feeling of the vibration. Eventually doing a really intimate close up of her white panties she does the unthinkable 😍 or I suppose to us Omorashi fans what we expect her to do… Pissing her white panties till they become see through with pee. Relieved by the feeling of pee going through her panties letting you know how long she held it for through her breathing. Tiffany looks so incredibly into it as a gasping look on her face says it all. After she’s finished with her wet pissy mess she strips off the panties to show off her pee panties and wringing them out with her bare hands. Tiffany’s pussy if you’re wondering is not clean shaven which is okay with me I like that on her to be fair. Even taughting her dirty viewers to give her something to enjoy.
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  17. View File Tiffany Doll - Orgasm & Wetting My Panty With My Pee Tiffany Doll is a woman into making us pleased with herself, she’s wearing a blouse and just white panties alone so it will be easy to spot that patch. Tiffany grabs her sex toy I believe it’s called the Magic Wand it is a massager machine however she’s going to cum instead using it. Undoing her buttons from her blouse she gets turned on by the feeling of the vibration. Eventually doing a really intimate close up of her white panties she does the unthinkable 😍 or I suppose to us Omorashi fans what we expect her to do… Pissing her white panties till they become see through with pee. Relieved by the feeling of pee going through her panties letting you know how long she held it for through her breathing. Tiffany looks so incredibly into it as a gasping look on her face says it all. After she’s finished with her wet pissy mess she strips off the panties to show off her pee panties and wringing them out with her bare hands. Tiffany’s pussy if you’re wondering is not clean shaven which is okay with me I like that on her to be fair. Even taughting her dirty viewers to give her something to enjoy. Submitter P Pee Submitted 04/21/2024 Category Female  
  18. View File FF-405 Pissing Distance Competition Scene 2 (Complete w/ lost scene) As far as I could tell, every place that has this file has the initial release which apparently didn't include the first half somehow. The girl that goes third has a quick but very high pressure blast of piss and you can see her again in the finals in the scene 7 file of the movie. Very minor scat warning in this lost scene. Includes the previously available part of scene 2 (second half). Full movie post: Submitter somedudev Submitted 04/16/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  19. here's one from the vault while i edit this monster video i teased a few days ago (probably gonna be 30 mins at least lol). for all of those in my dms about more nudity... this one's for y'all 😊 if you like my content and would like to support me (i got mad rent now that i'm in a new place so anything helps 🙏) please consider purchasing the full video here rainbow shorts bed.mp4
  20. Leia woke up from the cold metallic floor aboard Tantive IV, she realised she have been stunned by a Stormtrooper in the hallway, "There will be no escape for me this time, hope R2-D2 can deliver the message to Obi-Wan and deliver the Death Star plan to the Rebel base, I must face--" Just about to push herself up to investigate the situation, her mind was filled by the swollen bladder. Though the situation is just at the level of "very uncomfortable", she won't piss herself immediately if she don't use the refresher now, but thinking of the interrogation and detention awaits, Leia prefer to use the refresher before visiting Vader. She stand up with difficulties from the floor with her hands clamped by binders, and walk toward the stormtrooper securing her. "Oh yOuR HiGhNess you finally woke up, you--" before the stormtrooper (Stormie) can finish, Leia interrupted with desperation in her voice, "Trooper, may I use the refresher first? It...it's quite urgent." Stormie denied, "You're not going anywhere rebel scum." The urge to pee grew stronger, Leia unintentionally crossed her legs to avoid leaking, "Perhaps Vader will be interested in listening to your explanation on the mess..." Leia half-threatens Stormie, implying that she's about to wet herself "Vader?! In this way you may go, bu...but Two troops of my squad is heading to report to Vader that we have found you, and they will be back down here in no time." Stormie answered in unwillingness. "Don't... don't bother I will do it at the corner." Leia said as the nearest refresher is located levels up ahead, though it's undignified but she have no choice so she rushed to the side of the dim hallway and hide herself in the semi-circular board, just about to have a much-needed relief, Leia found that it was impossible to remove her gown with her hands bounded by binders, and also impossible for Stormie to remove it due to Imperial protocol to "secure the captive", so the remaining option is obvious yet humiliating, to request assistance from a stormtrooper. "Stormtrooper can you help remove the gown and panties for me? The binders are troubling!" Leia speak loudly that she almost shouted as the fact that she's close to a relief teased her bladder, the situation is worse than she thought. Unable to resist the temptation to touch a beautiful princess after those days in a military service with almost zero chance to meet a women, Stormie was happy to help Leia. Stormie walk toward Leia, who jammed both of her hands at the crotch and squirm fidgetly. Stormie lean toward Leia at her back so his hands can unlock her belt, it drops on the floor with a clang*. Stormie then slowly lifted up Leia's skirt, the inexperience in removing female clothing cost a long time for Stormie to lift her skirt totally, and cost also Leia's panties, as the pressure is too strong and the urge is too great, her sphincter and mind were too weak to stop spurts of urine trickling down her legs through her panties. Leia desperately command Stormie, "Quickly trooper! I'm leaking!" Stormie quickly pulling her panties to clear a path at the crotch, realised it's dampened, once Leia know she's "cleared", she totally released her bladder, stream of hot piss splash at the corner of the hallway, forming a puddle in front of her. After Leia emptied her bladder, she asked Stormie to dump her panties as it's soaked with piss, hence her crotch was naked during the meeting with Vader and the interrogation on Death Star. (Photo for reference only, the story doesn't take place between the events in Leia: Princess of Alderaan)
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    Lexi Dona has on jogging or leggings pants she starts by teasing us about how she looks and feels rubbing her hands across her entire body. Undoing her swacket in the process of her showing her pink bra underneath. She goes on the ground in a back position with her arms and legs holding her body. Oops some pee escaped from her pussy and it’s leaking all over the place. Lexi is just enjoying the wet feeling trying to marinate herself in the pissy mess she created, soaking up her own pee with her bra and leggings. Lexi takes off her pants and reveals no panties underneath as she leaves her bare shaven pussy left out exposed and goes for another pee delight. She then soaks it up with her bra and naked body as we see. Lexi soaks up her pee with her socks 🧦 and then drains it on her butt. Lexi strips off her bra top leaving her whole nude body on display and grabs a dildo, she forces herself to get turned on shoving the dildo in her tight pussy. Unleashing a huge amount of squirt on the floor.
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  22. View File Lexi Dona - Fucking Session Lexi Dona has on jogging or leggings pants she starts by teasing us about how she looks and feels rubbing her hands across her entire body. Undoing her swacket in the process of her showing her pink bra underneath. She goes on the ground in a back position with her arms and legs holding her body. Oops some pee escaped from her pussy and it’s leaking all over the place. Lexi is just enjoying the wet feeling trying to marinate herself in the pissy mess she created, soaking up her own pee with her bra and leggings. Lexi takes off her pants and reveals no panties underneath as she leaves her bare shaven pussy left out exposed and goes for another pee delight. She then soaks it up with her bra and naked body as we see. Lexi soaks up her pee with her socks 🧦 and then drains it on her butt. Lexi strips off her bra top leaving her whole nude body on display and grabs a dildo, she forces herself to get turned on shoving the dildo in her tight pussy. Unleashing a huge amount of squirt on the floor. Submitter P Pee Submitted 04/18/2024 Category Female  
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