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Eazybreezytv. Amazing twitch channel. Cute vtuber, Breezy. She's in a bit of a situation though. What is it about seeing someone so cute be unable to hold it together? 💛- 1 comment
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In the scorching heat of the Mushroom Kingdom on the hottest day of the year, Princess Peach Toadstool found herself in an unfortunate predicament. As she entered a room in her castle, the door slammed shut behind her, trapping her inside. To her dismay, she realized that the room was unbearably hot, with no means of escape. She remembered getting up in the morning of the hottest day of the year, feeling so hot at a ridiculously early hour in the morning, she thought the AC was malfunctioning. She got up out of her bed, removed her sweat-soaked 1990 Milli Vanilli T-shirt and TriForce pajama pants, tossed them in her laundry basket, leaving behind a small trail of sweat on the hardwood she then had dried by rubbing her socks on them. Her room was an ugly mess, but it’s not like she had time to clean it herself with a Kingdom to rule and protect. She dressed herself neatly in her summer dress, which she would normally use for tennis and golf, and walked over to the thermostat. 71, it said. “Well, that’s not good enough.” She grumbled. “It feels 10 degrees hotter in here. Usually, she was very happy-go-lucky and a delight to be around, but in this heat, it’s hard for even the most saintly of people to keep from becoming even a slight jerk sometimes. She almost regretted holding the big weekly castle barbecue today of all days. Mario, Luigi, her girlfriend Daisy, and every one of the Toads who worked at the castle had been invited. The more people in this large building, the hotter it would get, she thought to herself. Hoping the air would feel a little cooler outdoors, she made her way through the castle corridors, greeting good morning to all the Toads she passed, and finally walked out of the large wooden door. There was a slight wind, but otherwise probably sweatier than before. Disappointed, she walked back into the castle foyer. Tables with trays stacked with food sat in front of the large upper staircases, then, there were empty long tables with foldable chairs for people to sit around and talk. In 3 hours, the event would start and everyone would being arriving, and she would have to take charge. She breathed deeply and went into the kitchen for some of her favorite peaches. After helping herself, she went into the fridge for the coldest bottle of water she could find and chugged it down like her life depended on it. Just to make sure she kept hydrated, she chugged down another. And then another. Finally, knowing she probably wouldn’t have time or space to eat during the event, she went into the foyer to prepare herself a cheeseburger. She grabbed a paper plate and a white bun, then used a metal tong to grab one of the brown meat Patties with yellow American cheese on it, and placed it neatly on the bottom bun before squirting a bottle of ketchup gently on it. Suddenly, she froze as she was struck by an idea. She was a little too stressed. A little too hungry. One burger wouldn’t do it, but she didn’t want to be caught carrying two burgers for herself, unless it was for someone else. That was too much to eat in one sitting and it would take too long for her to continue her duties, unless it was a double cheeseburger. “Of course!” She thought to herself. “I always have a double cheeseburger before a match during my tennis season. Gives me something to work off.” She turned her head cautiously, left and right, her heart pulsating, making sure nobody took notice. In a careful haste, but not too quick as to drop the patty on accident, she grabbed another bun, and then took another patty with her tong and placed it on top of the unoccupied bottom bun she just grabbed. Next, she removed the top bun to place the newly crafted burger on top, leaving behind one unused top bun. Then, she sprayed a bit of mustard on it. Embarrassed to eat in the center of the foyer with all the Toads working tirelessly, as well as her uncharacteristically large appetite on such a hot day, she went to find a more private room to eat in. Then, she remembered she had a fire-proof panic room ready in case Bowser were to break into the castle, to protect the Toads so they wouldn’t be harmed if she were to be taken hostage. She turned the knob and pushed the door open and walked into the room, carefully balancing her paper plate on one hand, the sole top bun slice barely staying on. There was a square table in the center with some chairs and board games to pass the time. She moved the board games aside, placed her plate on the table, and sat down comfortably. Then, she realized the door was still open. Desperate for a little privacy, she walked gently back over to the door and firmly closed it, taking no notice of the sound of a lock latching itself, then made her way back over and seated herself comfortably back in the chair. She breathed deeply through her nose and out through her mouth in a sigh of temporary relief. Alone in a quiet room with her thoughts, which was very rare for someone busy as her. She quickly shoved the unused top bun slice into her mouth and chewed until it was good enough to swallow, then gulped it down. Now that her appetizer-to-be was over and done with, she gently but firmly pressed down on her double cheeseburger so it could have a slightly better chance of fitting in her mouth, but gently so that none of the juices would squirt out. Finally, she grabbed the burger firmly with her small hands, twisting the bun ensuring the ketchup would stay on the bun and not fall out, and took the biggest bite she could. She sank her teeth hard into it, as the meat was a bit hard and crispy, but deliciously seasoned. The flavors dancing in her mouth as she chewed her food. She held her gnaw tight and carefully ripped the piece of her burger away with her teeth. She closed her eyes, savoring each bite, as the worries of ruling temporarily faded away. The burger was a simple pleasure, a reminder that even princesses deserved to indulge in the occasional guilty pleasure. As she continued to eat, a small smile played on her lips, and her heart felt light. Princess Peach's regal demeanor momentarily forgotten, she devoured the dual-layered burger with gusto, relishing every mouthful. Her uncharacteristic display of appetite echoing through her delightful moans. Then, some ketchup fell on her nice dress, and her heat-induced frustration returned, her joy once again being eclipsed by her stresses. She grunted, realizing, in her haste, she forgot to bring a napkin and maybe some more water to wash her early lunch down with. She got back up in a haste, hoping her stain wasn’t permanent, and pulled on the door. To her shock, the knob refused to twist, and the door remained tightly shut. Thinking it was merely stuck, she twisted the round golden knob harder opposite the crack and pulled with more strength. Nothing. She felt herself start to panic as the heat in the room started to increase, the room’s AC’s cooling settings failing to subdue the summer heat. As the temperature rose, Peach's frustration grew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trickling down her face. She wiped her face, breathing heavily, and approached the door once more, her anger fueling her determination to break free. With a forceful grip, she grabbed the doorknob and pulled with all her might, hoping to pry it open. But the door remained stubbornly locked, refusing to yield to her efforts. The perspiring princess’s frustration turned into anger, her face flushed with exertion and the heat of the room. She raised her right fist and pounded on the door with every ounce of her strength, hoping someone would hear. She’d call out for someone, but she was much too embarrassed at her situation to let them know who it was in this situation, and didn’t want to startle anyone with her heat-induced anger. She tugged at the door repeatedly, her muscles straining, her typically cute happy face reddening like a plum, her pearl white teeth gritting, sky blue eyes straining but it seemed as if it was mocking her, refusing to budge. As the heat intensified, Peach's pink clothes clung to her body, drenched in sweat. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and her breathing became heavy. Despite the discomfort, she refused to give up. She continued to pull on the door, her determination unwavering. With each unsuccessful attempt, Peach's anger grew, and bottling up her uncharacteristic negativity didn’t help matters. She shouted in frustration, her voice echoing through the room. The heat seemed to amplify her emotions, intensifying her resolve to escape. She refused to let the oppressive heat and locked door defeat her. As Princess Peach's frustration reached its peak, she took a step back, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Beads of sweat dripped from her brow, her face a mix of determination and frustration. She knew she had to find another way out, even if it meant enduring the sweltering heat a little longer, but this room didn’t have any windows, and there weren’t any vents big enough to hold her. Her phone was low on battery and there was no reception. She ran up and furiously began pulling and pushing against the door handle, hoping to maybe force it open. Maybe someone would finally hear and take notice. Perhaps a Toad who needed a bathroom break. Speaking of bathrooms, she thought to herself, she hadn’t gone all day, and she had a lot of water this morning. She grunted loudly with every failed budge, until finally, her full bladder, without warning, began relieving itself of all its retention. Her natural liquid waste gusted out in a hissing geyser, hitting the ground below it and creating an ocean of her urine, what became of all the water she drank to keep her cool in the hottest days of summer. Peach was embarrassed, but held close to the door, tugging and pulling hardest she could, the door quaking loudly in response, hoping, at least, that the urine would leak out and someone would finally take notice. Finally, all the urine drained, Peach gave three more heavy pulls before keeling over, panting heavily. Finally, she noticed a small screen with fingerprints. She remembered this panic room wouldn’t open without her or a guard Toad’s fingerprint. Embarrassed, and no longer hoping someone would notice her, she pushed her finger on said screen and the door creaked forward, almost magically. She walked out, almost running her way back to her room, threw off her soaked summer dress, and changed into one of her many duplicate summer dresses. It was her favorite of the season after all. She made her way back to the foyer, never speaking of what had happened in the panic room.
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From the album: Omonomiyaki's OC illustrations
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From the album: Omonomiyaki's OC illustrations
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One woman is cleaning but is locked out of the building, after knocking and trying to pull the door open, she finally pees in a trash bag. Another is locked out of the bathroom and is forced to pee in a bottle. If anyone knows which JAV this is from, please let me know in the comments. UPDATE: It's in Part 2 of SL-230. And the full JAV trilogy is everything I've hoped it would be.Free-
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View File Woman locked out pees in trash, another pees in bottle (SL-230) One woman is cleaning but is locked out of the building, after knocking and trying to pull the door open, she finally pees in a trash bag. Another is locked out of the bathroom and is forced to pee in a bottle. If anyone knows which JAV this is from, please let me know in the comments. Submitter Burgers Submitted 04/08/2023 Category JAV Collections
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His plate now empty and despite his very full bladder, James takes his empty plate and wanders behind the flip chair again towards the jug of water. The room is so stuffy and warm and the food has left his throat dry. Picking up a disposable cup he pours some water into it and takes a sip. ‘Oh God I wish you would do that!’ June mutters quietly to herself. In the otherwise silent room James can’t help but hear. ‘What?’ ‘The water!’ ‘Sorry. I didn’t realise it was crime to get a drink in here!’ June’s face reddens. ‘Sorry didn’t mean to be so snappy. I just....I just need some fresh air.’ James drinks the water in the cup, turning to look out the window as a strong urge hits from his bladder causing him to squirm and reach for his dick to squeeze it. June isn’t the only one wanting out of here! Anxious to keep her distracted from his squirming and fidgeting he goes to sit down as he pulls his chair into the table. ‘Maybe if we get on with the task it’ll help pass the time a bit quicker? Surely someone. will be here to unlock the door very soon?’ June, sweating and increasingly uncomfortable, pulls her chair closer to the table, sighs and reaches again for the iPad. ‘So reading this I think they are wanting us to use phycology to help sell better. You know, like reading between the lines of what customers don’t say to sell them things they don’t know they need sort of stuff. What do you think?’ June nods as she wriggles again on her seat. Out of nowhere another strong urge hits James making him bend forward and grab himself under the table. It’s no use, he can’t continue with the task at all as all he can think about is how bad he has to piss. Standing up he hurries to the door and jiggles about as he tries to open it. Embarrassed and flustered he can’t hide it any more. ‘Actually June. This is so embarrassing and unprofessional but I can’t do this any longer. The thing is I’m really desperate to piss! You don’t mind if I, you know, undo my trousers a bit? They are pressing on my bladder so much. See how swollen it is?’ James untucks his smart shirt showing off his bladder bulge. ‘Oh fuck I need a wee...’ Not waiting for a answer, but aware June is looking right at him, he undoes his belt, plus the top button of his suit trouser fly and his zipper, as he slides a hand over his boxers, fondling himself desperately. ‘You won’t tell anyone June will you? I’ve been bursting for absolutely AGES and I really think I might have an accident if we can’t get out of here soon!’ I know I shouldn’t do this in front of you but...oh Fuck I need to piss so badly!’ Fondling and squeezing himself with his trousers open and June looking right at his crotch he looks down to see she has turned her chair to face him more as he notices she’s now sitting tightly crossed legged and hugging her knees. ‘That’s why I need out so much too! I’ve been holding on forever! I thought those speakers would never end and then they started listing all those names and I was just longing to slip out and find the ladies and then when finally my name was called I thought at last I could get to go. Then we were brought in here and...well...oh I have to pee so much you wouldn’t believe! I can’t even think about that damn task until I can get to a toilet. This is terrible. What are we gonna do?’ ‘I think we’ll both just need to hold as best we can and pray they realise and unlock this door very soon! What other options do we have?’ Gripping himself and squirming obviously James knocks the door loudly. They can clearly hear other groups of people talking but no-one seems to hear their knocks. Bending over and giggling around he moans in frustration. ‘Come on! Someone let us out! This is an emergency! Can anyone hear us? We’re locked in!’ June uncrosses her legs and paces the room pressing her thighs tight together and pressing her hands into her pencil skirt. The tapping of her high heeled court shoes echo on the thin carpet. ‘Oh James! This is so unfair! I wish I could undo my skirt too. It’s digging into me so much it hurts. I don’t think I can hold this in much longer here. I can’t ever remember being this desperate to go ever. What are we gonna do?’ Standing with his back to the door bouncing around in urgent quick moves whilst squeezing and pressing against his dick over his boxers James feels so much for his work colleague. He tries to image how difficult it must be as a woman in a pencil skirt unable to even press your crotch to help hold. It does seem so unfair that she can’t even do what he’s doing at least... ‘Sorry if this sounds stupid. I’ve never wore a skirt but does it have a fastener or anything you could at least undo. I mean I’m not going to tell anyone if you don’t tell them what I’m doing? I mean maybe that might help a bit?’ Gripping the back of the chair she had previously been sitting on and tensing her whole body tightly June takes a second to concentrate before answering. ‘Yes there’s a zip at the back but...’ ‘I can help you unzip it if you think it would help?’ ‘Oh God yes please! Oh fuck I can’t believe I am still holding this James. I really can’t keep this back much longer. I honestly think I’m going to wet myself. But I can’t! I don’t have anything else to wear and we still have the full afternoon in this damn conference.’ Gripping his own member tightly and squirming for all he is worth James takes a few steps forward and lifts June’s silky cream blouse out of her skirt from the back as he finds and undoes the zip which comes a quarter of the way down the back of the skirt. Being this close, smelling her perfume, feeling her shiny deep black hair against the contrasting cream of the blouse, and hearing her moans in desperation all turn him on so badly he can feel his dick growing longer and harder in the tight grip of his hand. The thought that either of them might burst any second sending shivers through his body and makes his entire body surge with desire. He could so easily Fuck June right now. But he daren’t. As June turns her body around to face him and her eyes meet his a spark lights up between them that needs no words. ‘That any better?’ ‘A bit. Thank you. Sorry please don’t look’, June begs as she slides a hand inside the front of her skirt and grabs her crotch over her knickers. ‘I know this is so unprofessional but it’s just absolutely necessary. I just really need the ladies so much you know. Oh fuck I’m absolutely dying for a wee James! I really am.’ ‘Oh I know. I am too. You are not alone. You are definitely not alone!’