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  1. It was a hot summer day. Kira was a girl who lived with her mom in a private house with a large area. There was also a large garden where vegetables and fruits were grown. Despite the fact that it was so hot that day, Kira's mom got ready to work in the garden and called Kira to help her. Kira agreed. While going outside, she thought it was a good idea to go to the toilet first, since she had drunk a lot of water due to the heat. But she no longer wanted to return to the house. Kira was sure that she will return if her need becomes desperate. The mom locked the house, because at that moment no one except her and Kira was home. Safety always comes first. It took a few minutes to walk from the house to the garden, the area was so large. In the end, mom and Kira came to the right garden bed and got to work. After some time of work, Kira felt that her bladder had become noticeably full. She ignored it at first, busy working as the pressure grew stronger by the minute. Kira didn’t want to get up and be distracted from work, but soon, squatting in the garden bed, she caught herself starting to squeeze her thighs. Her need was already becoming painful. She holded it until the last, but mom was not going to finish the work. Feeling that her urethra began to leak the first drops, Kira gave up. She stood up, shook her hands off the ground and, telling her mom that she needed to go to the toilet, walked towards the house. Kira wanted to start running to get relief as quickly as possible, but she didn’t want her mom to see her despair. While she was walking towards the house, Kira noticed how much her lower belly was swollen and protruding. She was wearing light pink shorts and a black crop top, her belly was exposed, so her swollen bladder was clearly visible. Her bladder turned out to be much fuller than she thought it would be while she was sitting. Kira so wanted to quickly get rid of the pressure inside, which was becoming acute, that she covered the last ten meters to the house almost at a run. Finally, she ran onto the porch and excitedly pulled the door handle, anticipating the soon desired relief. At that moment, Kira realized that she forgot to take the house keys from her mom, and her mom also forgot about them. The door was locked. As luck would have it, at that moment she felt the first strong spasm in her bladder. Cursing herself for her own stupidity, Kira bent in half, waiting out when the spasm will be over. Having no other choice, as soon as the spasm passed, she turned around and ran back to the garden. Running with a full bladder was quite hard. Several times along the way she had to stop, bend in half and squeeze her legs with force, waiting out when the next spasm will be over. Unfortunately, she did leak a few drops into her pink shorts, but it was unnoticeable. Damn, Kira regretted not going to the toilet earlier. She didn't expect her bladder to fill up so quickly. The mom looked in surprise at the despair on her daughter’s face. Kira told her about the keys. "Oh, wait a second, honey." Kira's mom began to rummage through her pockets. "I completely forgot where I put them." Kira didn’t want to show her despair, she was ashamed, but she couldn’t help but dance on the spot. Otherwise, she would have leaked more drops into her shorts. Her mother, as luck would have it, could not find the keys for a long time (as it seemed to Kira). In the end, when Kira had already clenched her teeth, she took out those damn keys and handed them to her. "You should have gone to the bathroom before we came here, Kira." Her mother said, but Kira did not listen. No longer caring about shame, she snatched the keys from her mom at that very second and immediately rushed towards the house. Along the way, Kira prayed to hold it. Her belly was completely overfull and she could hear the liquid gurgling in her bladder as she ran. Finally, overjoyed, Kira ran onto the porch, shuddering with spasms. She couldn't get the keys into the keyhole the first time because her hands were shaking. It took time. Kira swore out loud. She kept her legs clenched constantly and had to take breaks, bending in half. In the end, she managed to insert the keys into the hole, and she almost screamed with joy. Kira impatiently tried to turn the keys, but they did not move. They didn't turn around. She didn’t want to believe in her own bad luck, but after a few minutes of trying she realized that the lock was stuck. Their house was old, and this problem happened quite often with the lock. Kira didn't have enough strength to turn the keys. For a few seconds Kira wanted to cry. She realized that she had no choice but to go back to ask her mom come and help her open the fucking door. Her bladder needed to be emptied right then and there, and Kira doubted it could handle another walk to the garden and back. The distance was too much for her overflowing bladder. But, unfortunately, she had no choice. She didn't want to get her shorts wet and embarrass herself in front of her mom. She wasn't a baby girl, she couldn't wet herself. It would be wild. Kira even thought about taking off her shorts and squatting right in front of the house, but, as luck would have it, there was no ground or grass near the house, only an asphalt area. She didn’t want her mom to see the puddle when she would go to the house. Kira would die from shame. Having no other choice, Kira ran into the garden, holding her swollen belly with her hand and stopping every ten meters to cross her legs. About halfway through, the spasm turned out to be too strong, and a small stream escaped from her urethra for a second. Shocked, Kira was able to stop it, but she discovered a small but noticeable stain on the crotch of her shorts. A small dark spot on the pink fabric. Tears came in Kira’s eyes from shame. She couldn't believe it. She wet her shorts, even though it was a bit. She was very ashamed to show herself in front of her mom. But new and new urges in the bladder forced her to run further. Having reached her mom, Kira, having already forgotten about shame, squeezed her crotch with her hand to prevent a new stream from escaping. Seeing her daughter’s hand at her crotch, an almost invisible stain on her shorts, her red face and tears in her eyes, the mom immediately understood everything, of course. Kira's mom was shocked, but she did not look at her daughter with condemnation or disgust, only with pity. "The lock... stuck again." Kira moaned in despair before her mom could say anything. Her mom's eyes showed understanding of the situation. "Oh, honey." She nodded with pity. "I should have guessed. Why didn’t you tell me that your need was that bad?" Kira's mom did not take her eyes off her daughter's hand holding her crotch. Kira danced on the spot, realizing that she could not hold it for another minute. She was close to wetting herself. Almost crying, Kira realized that she would not be able to hold this to the house. It was already too late. The spasms in the bladder were too strong, and a new stream was coming. Hopeless, she was in despair, when suddenly... "If you had told me earlier, I would have let you pee here in the garden." Her mother said. "You can do it right now. There’s nothing shameful in it. I see that you can’t make it to the house, Kira." Kira thought she had heard wrong. Did her mom suggest she just... pee here? In the garden? "Just... here?" Not believing, she asked again, looking around the garden, squeezing her legs and feeling new drops bursting out. "But it's... not right." Kira felt ashamed when she thought about it. What if one of the neighbors sees her squatting and peeing in the garden? However, the fence around their garden was high enough not to worry about this, fortunately. Kira thought that she would die from shame if she sat down and peed here, in front of her mother, so she doubted it. The next second, a new spasm made Kira realize that she had no choice. Her mom was right. Kira thought that she would either sit down and pee or wet her shorts in front of her mom. The situation was hopeless. "Come on, my dear." Her mom said kindly. "I see that you’re about to wet yourself. Believe me, I sometimes allow myself to pee in the garden when I’m working here, if i don't want to go far into the house. It's natural and you have nothing to be ashamed of." Kira couldn’t believe that her mother allowed herself to pee in the garden sometimes, but she had no time to think about it. She couldn't hold it any longer. Her bladder was about to explode. "You can go there, honey." Mom nodded toward the thick raspberry bushes behind her. "I won’t see you, be sure." Kira didn't have time to doubt. Feeling like she was about to explode, she rushed towards those bushes, holding her hand between her legs. During this time, she again let a stream into her shorts, but it was less than a second. Kira ran into a small clearing overgrown with grass, which was among raspberry bushes. The mom turned her back to the bushes, busy with her work in the ground. Standing in a clearing behind the bushes, Kira removed her hand from her crotch and realized that a stream was coming out of her. She barely had time to pull off her shorts and panties while squatting down. The first seconds of the stream still got into her shorts, but she didn’t care at all. Spreading her legs wide and almost missing her bare ass on the grass, Kira released the stream at full power, pouring her golden liquid on the raspberry bushes. Her stream hit far and powerfully on the bushes, and she sighed loudly. The stream burst onto the grass with white foam, and the hissing was so loud that her mom could not help but hear it, being five meters from her daughter. But Kira didn’t care about that anymore. All she could care about at that moment was the overwhelming feeling of relief. The golden liquid continued to splash out of her with great pressure and foam onto the green young grass, forming a puddle on it. The ground did not manage to absorb it so quickly. Kira’s bladder took a very long time to empty, and every second brought her unreal pleasure. Finally, it was empty. Kira didn't have any tissues to wipe herself off with, so she rested her hands on the grass and shook her bare bottom, shaking the last drops from her crotch before standing up. Rising to her feet and pulling up her clothes, she looked down. The grass was covered in liquid, from the place where Kira was squatting to the bushes themselves. The puddle, already drying under the scorching sun, was huge. Kira's sandals were completely wet from her urine, but she wasn't upset at all, she was too happy about the relief. Feeling much better, Kira came out from behind the bushes with a smile on her face. Mom smiled too, turning around and looking at her daughter. "Are you feeling better now, my dear?" She asked as Kira crouched down next to her, going back to working in the ground. "Much better!" Kira answered, laughing. "I think peeing in the garden is a lot of fun, mom, what about you?" "I think so too, honey." Her mom said, continuing to work as if nothing had happened. Kira thought that next time she wouldn't have to go into the house just to pee. She would pee there, walking just a few steps away. It was a wonderful idea. P.S. Kira's shorts dried in the sun so quickly that she forgot they were wet 🙂
  2. 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.
  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Who else has had the knot on their swimsuit become nearly impossible to untie once it's gotten wet? Because I swear, it's nearly every time for me! XD Unfortunately for Dakota, that's a lot bigger of a problem seeing as her lower half is sealed inside an artificial mermaid tail! That string around her abdomen certainly isn't helping matters, either, of course. 😄 As always for non-comic stuff, the nude version is available on my Patreon. Also, the time of more Off-Limits! is nigh at hand...
  4. Rvlis

    A Warm Night

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    After a long, warm day selling his wares, Kicks was more than ready for a good night's rest. Unfortunately the warm weather was not going to make it easy, but nothing some cold water, an open window, and a lack of pants can't solve. ...Though, maybe he had a bit too much cold water; Oh well, Kicks seems to be too tired to care, or even notice~ >u>
  5. “Look, I'm sorry for everything, okay? Please just put my phone back!” I pleaded her once more. “Very suspicious….” Vivi smiled once more. “Okay, I'll start by typing the letter 'P' into the search-bar.” I've never hated a letter so much in my life before. As expected, an adult website pops up first on the 'auto-complete' list. 'The Hub', as it was commonly referred to by the male population of the school. I really should stop using my phone for those kinds of things… “One strike.” Vivi said to herself. She then began scrolling through the auto-complete results, adding a 'strike' for every website she didn't approve of. Just by scrolling for a few moments, she'd already added 7 strikes to this list. She then typed in a few more 'expected' phrases for the websites she was looking for. When she came across one dedicated to G-sized boobies, she added on five strikes just for that one and even went as far as to slap me in the face! After five minutes of searching, but it felt like an eternity for me, I'd accumulated a grand total of 58 strikes. If this was baseball, nearly twenty people would be out. Abigail had came back during the searching and, in all her innocence, asked why Vivi was looking through my phone. Of course, she gave it away right away by flashing her some search results and both of them turned beet-red after accidentally clicking on a result. I was blamed for it, of course, and had another five strikes added to me, totaling at 63 now. “Please, tell me someone else used your phone for these.” Abigail pleaded. “You can't be that bad, can you?” “I'd like to say someone else did, but...” I answered. “You did.” Vivi finished for me. “I know you don't let anybody else touch your phone.” Abigail just refused to look at me or the phone then and went off on her own. And so, on that fateful July afternoon, my entire life was ruined by falling asleep at the beach. Abigail must have thought I was an unredeemable pervert and Vivi probably hated me as well. Eventually, the biggest problem occurred when Vivi typed in something else, hoping to find the 'pettanko' search-phrase which was listed in some of the earlier results. After typing in the first two letters, my deepest, darkest secret fixation was revealed, I could see it there, in black and white, the fateful term….and then everything went black for a moment as I felt a flip-flop get thrown into my face (despite being made of soft materials, they actually really, REALLY hurt when thrown) and heard Vivi scream as loudly as humanely possible. “PERRRRRRRRRRRVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!” The rest of the beach-goers turned in the direction of Vivi at this exclamation and I could feel tens of thousands of eyes burning into my very soul… When my vision returned, for the briefest moment before a bucket got put over my head, I saw what looked like a drip-trail on the sand where Vivi was previously crouching. At that moment in time, I put it down to water residue from the projectile flip-flop. She probably stood on the beach front a little while before using her shoe as a javelin. With not much else to do, and a pounding headache from an ultra-sonic scream and a flip-flop, I decided to sleep again. I probably only slept for around twenty minutes before light returned to my vision and I saw both Vivi and Abigail staring down at me. They'd kicked the bucket off my face, it seemed. “Dad's on his way now to take you back to the pound where you belong, perv.” Vivi coldly stated. “Any last words to your manhood before it gets cut off?” My future children, I've failed you…. “This must be a mistake, right? You don't really prefer girls with cat-ears and tails over normal girls, do you?” Abigail quietly asked me. Poor girl's in denial… “U-um, if you do...where can I...no, never mind!” “Please tell me this is a cruel joke, Vivi. He's not really going to come back, is he?” I begged her, pushing aside Abigail's partially finished question. “That was a joke...” Vivi replied. I'm safe! “Wish I could say the same about your perversion.” Vivi finished, her words like knives in my tingly body. I tried to sit up to increase the blood-flow to my brain to BS my way out of this mess and found that I could move again! I'm not buried any more! Sweet freedom. “Nice of you to bring me back to the world of the mobile.” I tired to change the subject. “No good saying that. I want an explanation!” Vivi answered. She wasn't buying the deterrence. “You've just corrupted our innocent minds with your perverted ways. What do you have to say for yourself?!” Despite the anger in her voice, Vivi looked more upset than angry, like I'd betrayed her. I guess what happened could be called 'Betrayal'. Abigail was mumbling some nonsensical things to herself which vaguely related to the things she'd seen on my phone. I've probably traumatised her… “Not really much I can say...” I stated. That's true. I was up the creek without a paddle. “...Sorry?” “Not going to cut it.” Vivi icily replied. “You need to repent and cease your perverted ways before even coming close to our forgiveness!” “If that's what it'll take to be able to sow my wild oats without them landing in barren soil, then I'll be willing to do anything!” I quickly answered. I could have chosen my reasoning better, I guess. However, Vivi didn't seem to take the first half of my answer as being valid. “Your rehabilitation begins now.” Vivi finished. “I want you to take your phone back and delete all the porno bookmarks you've got saved on there. I want to see you do it so I can validate this stage of your repentance.” This was going to be painful… I pushed myself to my feet and went over to Vivi to reclaim the cause of this hell. Now I was at my full height again, and the haze of sleep and the residual shoe-to-the-face pain had faded, I noticed something a little off about Vivi's behaviour. She was standing with her legs crossed. How could that possibly be comfortable in Flip-flops on sand? Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I ignored what my brain was telling me and took my phone back, opened up the internet and deleted all the bookmarks, leaving just the basics on there. Goodbye, three years of internet searching… “Good. Now, phase two starts.” Vivi informed me. “Just for reference, how many phases are there and how long will I have to do all of this 'redemption' stuff?” I asked her. “There are as many phases as I want there to be, and you'll be doing it until we both believe that you're no longer a giant perv-dog.” I had a feeling this summer break was going to drag on for eternity… Not wanting to bore you with pointless details, the 'redemption' Vivi was talking about took the best part of the rest of the time at the beach. Both Abigail and Vivi thought up tasks for me to do and punished me like I was a misbehaving dog when I went against their standards. The punishments ranged from flicks to the head all the way to a flip-flop javelin to the face when I eyed up a rather well endowed beach-goer. Basically, I could only look at them and I was their slave for the rest of the day at the beach. Abigail was possibly the best mistress a slave could ask for. She didn't order me to do anything too out of the ordinary and was also very lenient with the punishments. I wouldn't mind being her 'Butler', as she called me, for the rest of my life. Vivi, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She was using her flip-flop javelin quite a bit and, in truth, she was the only one physically punishing me. I didn't really mind, though, because it was her doing it to me. The No. 1 girl on 'the list'. Also, on a slightly related note, I may be classed as a softcore masochist, so it actually was quite enjoyable being punished by her. We stayed on the beach for around two hours more and it was now coming up to late afternoon-early evening. Strangely, Vivi was going nowhere near the sea and was also staying moving as much as she could. She wasn't standing still at all. Even when she was seated, she was still bouncing around a little, even more so than earlier, and took on a range on uncomfortable sitting positions. I knew it. She still has that 'problem'. I felt a little bad for not noticing until now. I knew it was strange that she hadn't left this section of the beach even once. Why didn't she tell me? We could have called it a day and she wouldn't have had to subject herself to this for as long as she had. I made sure that Abigail wasn't near us when I went over to Vivi to voice my concerns. Poor girl was practically dancing on her seat right now with her hands clamped on her lap. “Why didn't you tell me?” I asked her, genuine concern in my voice. “Tell you...what?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Don't try and hide it, you're a walking textbook of 'I'm hiding something rather badly'.” Vivi just sighed and looked at the floor, still squirming on her seat. “Because….” She answered. “I didn't want to ruin our day at the beach due to my own weakness.” It was useless trying to convince her with words. She's as stubborn as can be when she sets her mind on something. Time for action. “Sorry in advance.” I inform her. “What do you...HEY! Put me down!” Vivi tried to argue as I picked her up and held her in a princess carry. This was turning into a cliched romance moment. The love interest, sweeping the maiden off her feet and holding her like a princess! How over the top can you get? However, I doubt the love interest gets a few punches to the chest and a two-second dousing. I must have surprised her quite a bit. The punching soon stopped and Vivi's hands returned to their vice grip over her privates. “Stop struggling. You need to keep all your focus to prevent giving me a golden shower and embarrassing yourself even more.” I sighed to her as I headed towards the toilets. Vivi was silent. I guess it took all her concentration keeping an estimated six-hours of neglect in check. Why hadn't I remembered sooner? After a rather hasty march to the toilets, I was about to set Vivi down on the floor when she finally piped up. “No...please...” Vivi quietly begged. I was unsure whether she was referring to me putting her down or was warning me of an inevitable flooding. “Not in there….” “If you can't walk, I doubt I can carry you into the Guy's toilets without pulling a few strange looks.” I answered. “It's too embarrassing...” “So you still haven't got over it yet?” Vivi always had an aversion to using public toilets even since she was in elementary school. I don't know if there was any real traumatising reason behind it because, frankly, I never asked. All I put it down to was her own shyness. While she may seem like a rather outgoing, confident individual, that's only in her friendship groups. When she's with people she doesn't know, she's a completely different person. She's silent and keeps herself to herself and tries her best to not make eye contact with anyone. I could feel her trembling in my arms. Whether that was out of fear or exertion, I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was prevent her from embarrassing herself by not making it. “Where else can you go if you don't want to go in there?” I asked her as a last ditch effort of prevention. “...changing cubicle...” She answered, her voice no more than a whisper. While it was a little odd and, honestly, rather unsanitary, it was better than the only other alternative. Wasting no time, I hurried over to the changing cubicles, which were, in fact, small sheds. I had no idea why they made them so big. “Hurry...” Vivi pleaded as I felt something wet trickle down my right arm, which was supporting her lower half. Just great...Why was I such a pervert?! Tent pitching-active. If I didn't know her better, I would have assumed that she'd done all of this for my pleasure. Remember the search results earlier? The 'pe-' result which Vivi began searching showed up my 'darkest secret', which was the fact that I, strangely, get very turned on by cute girls in the predicament that Vivi's currently in. That's right. A pee fetish… I'm a whole 'nother level of pervert. Vivi was well within her rights to 'punish' me. However, despite what the mini-me was begging me to do, Vivi's health and happiness comes before my own. Getting my second wind (for more reasons than one), I spurred us along at rapid pace towards the nearest open changing cubicle and latched the door behind us before setting Vivi down on the floor and starting to head out. She'd leaked a good few more times when I rapidly increased pace so my right arm was now noticeably wet and the once red-and-white striped bikini bottoms Vivi had on now had a golf-ball sized yellow wet patch on them. “...don't go...” I heard Vivi request as I reached a hand towards the door. “But-” I tried to answer. “Come back….” Vivi cut me off. Slightly bemused, I headed over to the trembling, hunched-over Vivi. When I was no more than a few feet away, she quickly turned towards me and dived on me rather suddenly, knocking me to the floor. I was now awkwardly lying on the floor, with Vivi's wet womanhood over my, now diamond, Gungnir. Before my brain could process just what had happened, I felt a torrent of warm fluid gush over my rock-solid mini-me. Did she really just pee all over my tackle?! Before I could savour the moment, the hissing of Vivi's waterfall was accompanied by sobbing. All of the pleasure I was feeling was soon replaced by concern and, also, self-loathing. If only I'd noticed sooner….If I'd had just stopped being a perv and actually paid attention to those around me, this could have been prevented. I'm such an idiot… A perverted, oblivious, hormone driven, fucking IDIOT! Unsure of what to do, I pushed myself upright and hugged the distraught girl in front of me tightly, uncaring of what mess she was making of my shorts. Mini-me must have read the moment better as it went right down. Her body just felt so right in my arms, like it was made for the very purpose of being held by me. “I'm so sorry. If I'd have just...” I tried to apologise before Vivi cut in. “It's not your fault.” She answered between sobs. “But it is. If I'd have just been less of a pervert I would have noticed the signs sooner.” “I should have spoke up.” We could play the blame game all day and get nowhere. “Regardless, what's happened has happened. And there's nothing we can do to change that.” I finished as I held her even tighter, squeezing away all her pain, suffering and embarrassment. I even went as far as to kiss her cheek. She definitely wasn't herself at present, as expected, as she just pulled me closer as well. “..sorry, for everything.” Vivi suddenly said as the torrent from her trickled down to a few drips. I was now sitting in a rather large puddle of sodden sand. “Why are you apologising?” “All I've done today is call you a perv and boss you around. And now...and now, here you are, trying your best to comfort me, in your own awkward way.” Okay, this was a side of Vivi I wasn't used to. “Sure, you're perverted but….” “But what?” “You're also...very sweet.” Vivi kissed me on the cheek rather suddenly. This was getting too heated for me right now. We stayed in our embrace for a while longer. I refused to let her go until I was certain that she'd calmed down. I didn't care that I was sitting in a puddle of pee with sodden shorts. I could have stayed like this for the rest of the day if it had taken that to clam her down. Eventually, Vivi broke the silence. “Um, do you think you could let me go now?” She asked. “I kind of want to get out of this puddle and, if we stay in her for too long, people might get the wrong idea.” That's the last thing I wanted to add to the already problematic day I've had. I let her go and she stood up and headed to the door. It was me who stopped her this time. “Hang on a moment, I'll bring my jacket here and you can tie that around your waist to hide the...you know...” I quickly told Vivi. I looked down to survey the damage on both of our swimwear. The bottom of Vivi's bikini bottoms were now a pale yellow colour and still dripping slightly from the six-hour stemmed torrent that had just burst forth from her dams. They also glistened in the light seeping through the cracks of the shed. My shorts, on the other hand, were sodden, but black, anyway, so it didn't really show up that much. If I hurried along to the sea before heading back to the beach proper, I could pass it off as sea water. However, the yellow stain on Vivi's would never be passed off as anything but pee. There was a huge puddle of sodden sand on the ground where the event happened which would certainly startle the next person who used this cubicle. I guess Vivi had returned to her old self again. “Perv-dog.” She quietly chuckled. “But, you're not just any perv-dog, you're my perv-dog. And I won't have it any other way.” Great, I'm an owned perverted dog now. Thankfully, I managed to carry out my plan without a hitch and Vivi soon managed to wash away the worst of the staining, and the smell, before we began to head home. We'd need to throw both of our swimwear in the wash as soon as we get back before they get irreversibly damaged. It's times like this that I love Abigail's obliviousness as she wasn't even the slightest bit suspicious of anything that was going on and we managed to pass it all off as a 'near miss' for Vivi. Lying never felt so rewarding. All in all, today was eventful, to say the least and I got a lot of material to replace my losses. This material won't be getting deleted any time soon. However, I couldn't help but think that… ...this was going to feel like the longest summer break I've ever experienced.
  6. Here's a list of things that have happened to me today. I've been: Buried alive by one of the cutest girls in my class, Had my deepest, darkest secrets revealed to previously mentioned cutie and another cutie (also from my class), Been punished by both cuties in the way I mentioned previously (and more), and also been branded a 'perv-dog' and lectured about my life choices. Quite an eventful day, if I do say so myself, however, it's only the first day of the first week of Summer break and I've still got at least three more weeks of this. Before I regale you with the details of this rather unexpected day's happenings, I'm sure you've a few questions which I shall try to answer. First, a little about me. I'm just your average male high-school student. Average grades, average lifestyle, average hobbies, average likes/dislikes, slightly above average friends and, also, good looks (but that's my personal opinion). Granted, I'm no 'Mister Macho' or the 'Dream Guy' for all girls, but some still find me quite 'sexy', for want of a better word. Now for details on 'Cutie 1'. Her name's Vivianna (Vivi for short, or so she likes to be called) and she's in the same class as me. She was voted 'No.1' on the guy's 'most fantasised about' list, which, of course, we carried out in total secret from the girls of our class. She's slightly short for her age, more around the height of a Junior-High freshman, but that just adds to her adorable charms. She's the epitome of a 'Perfect girl' for most guys. She gets good grades, is an ace at sports, dubbed the 'Track Queen' of the School (and it's only been first Semester), tomboyish to a fault but also a girly girl, and not afraid to kick off if people try to walk over her. She also comes from a fairly wealthy family. On top of that, she's my Childhood friend from as far back as Pre-School. We pretty much grew up together, inseparable to the point of being confused as siblings. However, she attended an All Girls private school during her Junior-High years (they were the most lonely years of my life) and I didn't get to see her again until the start of High-School, which brings on the perfect time to introduce 'Cutie 2'. 'Cutie 2' is another girl from my class. Her name is Abigail and she was voted 'No. 2' on the aforementioned list. She's another 'perfect girl' but on a different scale from Vivi. Abigail would make a perfect housewife if she wasn't so much of an air-head. She's the most intelligent girl in our class but she's so oblivious to the most normal things that it's nearly laughable. I reckon that's because she had lived a sheltered upbringing. However, she's such a nice girl, always caring for others more than herself, and also very dependable that it kind of makes up for her slight 'out-of-tune' behaviour. She's around average height for a girl of her age (that's 16, by the way), and the most girly girl you could find. If it wasn't for me being stuck between the two of them, I doubt they would have paid each other much heed as they're like polar opposites of one another. I haven't known Abigail for as long as I've known Vivi, but she filled the gap in my interaction with the female gender in Junior-High, when Vivi was off being 'educated' in how to be a 'Refined Lady' at a Private All-Girls school. The 'education' failed, however, and Vivi's as unpredictable and as tomboyish as I know and love. Now for more context on how I ended up being buried alive in the sand and my secrets being poured out to these innocent girls. Vivi invited myself (and Abigail, at my pleading, of course) to spend the first four weeks of summer break at her family's Seaside summer House (I told you her family was loaded). Of course, her overprotective father, who's ex-military and currently working as a bouncer at a club in the town near where I live, just so you should know, blatantly objected to this and said that I'd 'taint' his 'princess' during the time in the Summer House (I'm a hormonal teen male, what do you expect?) but, thankfully, her Mother convinced him and I was allowed to spend the summer with 'No 1' and 'No. 2' on 'the list' (I expect that I'm the envy of all the guys in my class now. I'm not looking forward to next semester). Anyway, that's how the beach came into it. We were chaffered down by Vivi's father, who reiterated his warning that he'd castrate me if I even so much as looked wrongly at Vivi, and, after that, I was left to my own devices with the two cutest girls in my class. Lucky me! The first night went by quite normally as we were all tired from the long journey, and Vivi's father was still with us. Obviously, I got the lowest quality Guest room which, to be fair, was on par with the most expensive Hotel rooms I know of, at the other end of the House. My dreams were dashed before they even came to fruition. Vivi got the Master bedroom, which was to be expected, and Abigail got the second most opulent room in the House. They were no more than a short hall away from each other and I was stuck around a house away. I may as well have been locked in a dog-house. Always wanting to be by my Mistress's side but always separated by species and a large brick wall. Pity aside, when the next morning came, I got to eat some of Abigail's home cooking, which was absolutely delicious, and 'Mr. Universe' (My personal nickname for Vivi's father when he's being overprotective) quickly departed after breakfast, leaving just me and my 'hunnies' in the House. As our holiday had just begun, we decided to go to the beach for the day (the beach was no more than a 10 minute walk away from the House). It was lovely and warm outside, with temperatures in the 30s (That's in degrees-Celsius, by the way, around 86 in the Fahrenheit scale at the lowest). Perfect beach weather! And, as Mr. Universe was on his way home, that meant I could 'observe' these beauties in their beachwear uncontested. What a great day to be alive! After putting on my own beachwear, which were basic black swim-shorts, I eagerly awaited the arrival of the Beach Goddesses I was with outside of the house. I know girls take ages to get ready, so I wasn't expecting much in the ways of rapid viewing to Save to my 'IFB' (I won't spell that out to you, use your imagination). After around twenty minutes of waiting, Vivi was the first to leave the house. Now this is what I've been waiting for! Vivi decided to go for a daring red-and-white striped Side-tie bikini. I honestly didn't know how she was supporting the top half as I was sure her mosquito-bites she calls breasts (she'd kill me if I said that and, if she didn't, Mr Universe sure would) wouldn't have been big enough to do it. Padding expected. Doesn't matter, saved to IFB. She'd tied her short light-brown hair into a side-ponytail with a cute smiling sun hair-tie. Underneath the clear sunglasses she was wearing, I could see that she's put some mascara on her eyelashes as they seemed to be slightly fuller than normal. She doesn't normally wear make-up. Was she hoping to pull someone at the beach? Weren't her hazel eyes enough to draw any man in? They sure do to me. Over her swimwear, she had a pale-blue hooded jacket, which she had unzipped at present. She must have caught me staring and saving all of her beauty because she quickly retorted: “Keep it up and I'll call Dad.” She threatened. Her adorable voice could hardly sound threatening, though the words sure were. I quickly averted my gaze. I didn't want my manhood to be ruined. I will sire young yet! “Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.” “That's okay. I haven't been waiting long.” I answered. “Do you know how much longer Abigail will be?” “Not sure. Maybe a few more minutes? She's having a little trouble getting hers' on.” Vivi, you really should choose your words a little more carefully. She must have noticed the slight rise in my trunks. “Perv...” She sighed, unimpressed by my apparent fantasising. “Are we really safe spending four weeks with a horny toad like you?” I quickly shifted the bag on my shoulder to my front to cover up my IFB becoming full. “Coming from the one who must have been staring down there to notice.” I quickly countered with a smile. That caused her to falter and blush a little. “Y-you're one to talk!” She shot back, her face slightly flushed, as she turned her gaze away from my package. It surely was fun teasing her like this. She's so cute when she's flustered. After the initial awkwardness and saving of sights, Vivi decided to wait next to me, though she was a good arms-length away from me. She began to ruffle through the bag on my shoulder a little while later and pulled out one of the twelve water bottles I was carrying. That lightened the six litre load I had on my shoulder, so I was quite thankful. She then began to gulp down the water quite quickly. “We won't have any for the beach if you go through them that quickly.” I teased her once more. “We've all got money on us so we'll be fine as long as the stores are open.” Vivi casually brushed aside my statement after she'd guzzled down half the 500ml bottle. “Easy for you to say. I'm still on student funds. My parent's don't give me any more money during Summer Break.” “Quit complaining. If you're so low on money, I guess I can spare a little. But just a little, okay?” “I guess you can be nice.” “I'm always nice!” Our little banter was soon cut short when I head the second of the Beach Babes call out to us. “Sorry for the wait. I had a little trouble tieing it up.” Abigail's angelic voice called out to myself and Vivi. Not wanting to miss the chance for a 'Save to IFB' to happen, I quickly turned towards her, and, damn, it was totally worth the second awkward overflow to happen. I could feel my shorts getting tighter around 'the package'. Abigail had abused her model-like figure to the best she could. Despite the fact that she was wearing a basic one-piece swimsuit, it could rival any bikini-clad cherub I may see today. The gold and red one-piece hugged her curves like a second skin, even going as far to accentuate her normally B-cup breasts into something which looked more closer to a mid C-cup in size and volume. Definitely going in the IFB! I would lose my manhood if I didn't save this beautiful sight! Her long dark-brown hair was held back by a red hairband and neatly combed to perfection, and she had also put on some mascara, it seemed, as the eyelashes around her dark brown eyes were also looking a little fuller. Sadly, after catching my looks, and, perhaps, the fact that I was pitching a tent, she quickly zipped up her white jacket and cut off my view to paradise. I was snapped from my fantasy when I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. Vivi had stamped on it and, despite the fact that we were both wearing sandals, it still hurt like hell and caused me to recoil a bit. “I guess I'll call Dad now and tell him that you're being too much of a Pervy-perv to be trusted.” Vivi threatened once more. This time, she had her phone out and was hovering over the quick-dial to Mr Universe's number. I quickly looked down and apologized profusely to Abigail for my perverted ways and Vivi for leering at her friend. That was enough to cause Vivi to put her phone away, though she seemed to show some hesitation. Two castrations averted, I quickly hurried us along to the beach so I could view things in a more 'safe' environment. On the ten minute walk to the beach, Vivi had consumed the rest of her first water bottle and was around three-quarters of the way through her second, and Abigail had managed to drink nearly a third of her first bottle. I, myself, was also downing the water as well. The twelve bottles we had soon quickly dwindled to around eight left for drinking. Two left for Vivi, and three for myself and Abigail. I would have thought that, with all the time Vivi spent running the track at school, she'd have a higher resistance to the heat than myself or Abigail. Turned out the opposite was true. Finally, after what felt like walking through a desert, we arrived at the beach. Paradise for any self-respecting teenage male! The jackets came off, along with the sandals and sunglasses, when we first set foot on the sand. Now I know why Abigail took a while to get ready. The back of her swimsuit was tied by numerous strings and didn't have anything material-like until it reached just above her rear. Damn, she certainly knew how to draw all eyes to her During the time we spent at the beach, I was saving all I could for later recollection. String-bikinis, Pareos, One-pieces, regular bikinis, 'revealing' one-pieces, 'Questionable' bikinis, etc. You know, anything worth remembering and imagining on that 'special someone'. Especially if a wardrobe malfunction occurs. Of course, the girls I was with did not really approve and, shortly after I fell asleep due to mental burnout and pitching several tents, buried me alive in the sand. Lovely. At least they left it so I could move my head around a bit but, unless I could find some way to be released from my prison of sand, I'll only tan on my face, and that would be rather bad for the return to School after the break. They'd packed me in quite tightly. I must have been out for at least an hour and a half for it to be this restricting. It seemed kind of strange that they left me facing them and them alone and always managed to get within vision, despite how I moved my head. Looking over at the bag by my side, I could see that there were only three bottles of water left. Two of them were mine and one was Abigail's. She'd marked hers with a red star sticker when we reached the beach. Vivi must have drank all of hers and then got some more as I could see a bottles of Cola and fizzy fruit drinks in the plastic rubbish bag we'd taken with us. Judging by the number of bottles in the rubbish bag, Vivi must have consumed at least six and a half bottles in total, including the four water bottles we'd brought. That's around 3.25 litres of drink, estimating that they were all 500ml bottles. However, I'd never heard her request a 'powder break' (euphemism, you should know) once, whereas Abigail had gone at least three times before I went to sleep and we've been here for around three and a half hours. She did look a little 'bouncy' even while staying stationary right now and rifling through my jacket pocket. Wait! She's rifling through my jacket pocket! My phone's in there! I tried my hardest to break out of the sand-cast I'd been put in, but to no avail. She'd got her hands on my phone and, surprisingly, cracked the touch input required to unlock it. Note to self: Change phone passcode when I can next move. She had my life in her hands, and she probably knew it. This was, most likely, revenge for 'eyeing' up her and the other girls on this beach. I pleaded for her to put my phone back, even going as far as saying I'd buy her something sweet on the way home, yet nothing seemed to convince her to put the phone back. She even came up to me, squatted down over my sand-covered body so she was in my view and played around with my phone. Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all? From the position she's in, I could see the promised land through her bikini bottoms right in front of my eyes! The rounded peaks and shallow valley awakened the beast in me and I could feel my manhood breaking the sand-cast enough to stand firm, like a spear piercing the heavens! Gungnir, stand down this instant! The way she was bouncing ever so slightly on her toes just caused my spear to become a diamond spear. If only the rest of my body reacted to this the way mini-me did, I'd have my phone back in no time. “Talk about boring.” Vivi sighed as she continued placing scissors to my life-thread and playing with my phone. “I just wish Abbi was here so she could debunk her theory that you're innocent and 'just another teenager'. She'd know all the places to look for dirty secrets. I'm betting that I'm holding a goldmine of pervy things in my hands and just don't know it yet. Too bad she's in the can.” Was she toying with me? Did she really want me to bare my soul to her that badly? “Hey, maybe Abigail's right? Why do you think I'm hiding stuff from you, my childhood sweetheart?” I quickly asked. Thinking back on it, that was a rather corny line so it's no wonder she worked me out shortly after that. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” She answered. Her blush betrayed her words, though. Her bouncing had turned more into a shuffle now. Was she…? “Oh, hey, I've yet to check internet bookmarks and search results!” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but them! She must have caught on to my reaction from stating that. I was probably sweating more than a fat man in a sauna. Soon after giving the orders for execution, she opened up the internet app and showed me the home tab. “Something on this, then?” She asked innocently. Her malicious smile said otherwise.
  7. I knew Summer has a gift the minute they put her on the show. Lol. Thanks to Mr.chaosthecunningwolf for the art. This was a birthday gift for Quinspin by the way.
  8. I don't know if it's the warm weather we're suddenly having in my Norwegian city that's causing girls to drink lots of water, or if it's just coincidence, but I've noticed so many desperate girls latelly. I happen to take a bus relatively often that goes from the city centre to a junction/hub at a shopping centre to the west, and I've seen several girls really desperate on the bus or at the bus station, possibly because buses from the junction don't always go too often since the places they go to are pretty remote, so I guess the girls choose to hold it rather than wait for hours for the next bus. That, combined with the warm weather, I was north of the city recently and a girl walking in front of me, wearing jeans and pretty "cool" clothes, appeared to be holding her crotch with her right hand and looking down at her crotch when she got to an upward hill. Turns out she was going to take the same bus as me, and she sat down in the seat right behind doors in the middle of the bus. When it reached the downtown bus station she went to the door before the bus stopped and stood hopping up and down slightly, and then she ran for the bus which was ready to depart west, with her hands between her legs. I kinda regret not following her onto that bus, though at the same time I think I would've felt pretty creepy had I done so. My latest memory is from a few days ago, when I happened to sit down next to a girl in a window seat. She was visible uncomfortable and kept starting out the window at the road ahead, and right after we left the bus station in the city centre she rearranged her legs, so to speak, so that she was sitting on her heel, at least it looked that way to me since she wore this long khaki coat that obscured her legs almost down to her knees, I seem to recall. For most of the trip she sat with her legs crossed, slightly bent over, quite possibly with her hand in her crotch under her long coat. At one point right before she got off she made this "ngh!" sound people make when they suddenly pee themselves a little, or just barely manage to hold back their pee, and after she got off I noticed her looking down, possibly to check her crotch for wetness. Not going to relate other memories as the others aren't that interesting and several, or the majority of them, are unsurprisingly pretty young, as in young teens or younger. Has anyone else noticed a wave of desperations and big and little accidents now that the weather is getting warmer?
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