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  1. My wife “J” and I went to the beach yesterday. The forecast said it would be cloudy and shower a bit off and on, but we have a nice big sun shelter, so we figured we could ride out the patches of rain. Besides, it was the only day we could go that wasn’t a weekend, and we wanted to avoid NYC’s summer beach crowds. We took a ferry from lower Manhattan, and then a shuttle to the beach—almost a two hour trip in total. From the drop off point we walked a way down the beach, and set up shop. It turned out to be a lovely day, with a smattering of wispy cirrus clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky. We drank seltzer from the cooler we brought, snacked, read, napped, made out a little bit. But you’re not here for any of this. You’re here for what happened at the end of the day. Neither of us is inclined to swim at a New York beach. I probably don’t really need to explain why, but on top of the usual reasons, there have been increased shark sightings this year. This meant that we were reliant on the public restrooms, back near the bus stop, instead of doing what might normally happen at the beach. I took a trip over midway through the day, so by the time we were hurriedly packing up to catch the infrequent ferry, my bladder wasn’t terribly full. J, however, had been holding all day. J is a nurse, and that develops certain traits in a person. Her bladder, for one thing, seems almost impossibly capacious. Not only is it huge, but she has the ability to simply ignore it as it fills. She’ll sometimes pee before bed and realize that it’s the first time she’s emptied her bladder since the morning, and she had simply forgotten. Yesterday, though, she had been guzzling La Croix all day, and her enormous bladder was complaining. She said several times, as we packed up, that she desperately needed to go before we got on the bus back to the ferry. The walk was pretty long back to the entrance to the park, and on the way we looked up the bus schedule. It turned out we would only have a few minutes once we got to the entrance. Not long enough for a restroom visit. J glanced around at the bus stop. It was a pretty desolate place. The ornate brick work of the park building looked out at a wide sidewalk and a vast, empty parking lot. The bus station was a simple sign at the curb, with a mesh trash can at its base. Twenty feet away was a strip of grass. J started to walk towards it. “I’ll just go through my suit on the grass,” she said. I took a beat to process this, my cock stirring in my bathing suit. “Are you sure?” ”It’ll be fine as long as I take off my shoes,” she said without looking back. But before she reached the grass she wheeled back around. There was a couple wandering through the colonnade at the front of the building, taking pictures. J cursed quietly. She eyed the trash can. “Maybe this is enough cover?” I doubted it, but it seemed like her desperation was overwhelming her judgment. J reached into her backpack and pulled out her jean shorts, ready to put them on when she was done. The wandering couple were walking away from us, the bus was maybe one minute away; this was her shot. She held the shorts at her side and let go. The flood was instantaneous. The torrent of piss exploding out of her looked like a faucet, making a three foot puddle on the ground in seconds. Then, several things happened at the same time. A hard gust of wind blew her shorts right into the thick stream. This diverted her pee, so even when she pulled her now-soaked clothes out of the way, the liquid was rushing down her leg instead. Meanwhile, the couple suddenly turned and started meandering toward us. I was laughing, J was laughing, and she continued to wet herself uncontrollably in full view of the couple as the bus came down the street. She managed to pull her wet shorts over her wet bathing suit before the bus reached us, and she boarded it nonchalantly. I followed her and tried not to make eye contact with the couple, who fortunately stayed behind. We went all the way to the back of the bus and heaved our bags onto the seats beside us. We were still laughing, sweaty, a bit sunburned, covered in sand, and my wife’s pussy was very, very wet. Ahh shoot, I just posted this in General, my apologies. How do I request to move it?
  2. Just a quick little story from this morning: I've written about my desperate walks to work on here (one that led to my worst public accident a couple weeks ago), and today was no different. I went to the gym to swim some laps before work and afterwards I really had to pee. So, I just hopped in the shower and peed in my Speedo because I was already wet anyway! It felt great and I did it so casually haha. I cleaned up real quick and off to work I went!
  3. I have plans to create a telegram group to share something about omorashi specifically Indonesia (photos, videos, true stories). If you are interested, I will create a telegram group. Sorry for bad English. Sorry for posting here
  4. Preface: For his is a fan’s work, some of the settings are a little against from the original. Please ignore if you find them :). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hah! Finally, the work is all done.” I stretch deeply. After 5 busy weekdays, I, the student president of our high school, could finally have a chance for rest. As my whole works have already finished. I lie on the sofa in my office and enjoying myself. Meanwhile, a sudden sound of footsteps raises toward my door. With the door of my office opens in slam, a girl with pinkish red hair and in uniform of the St. Gloriana Girls College which locates next to my school rushes into my office. She runs toward me directly with an exciting shout, “DARLING!” She jumps into my body, and hugs me tightly, “I miss you so much!” Although her body is very light, the great strength still makes me a little pain. However, as the sound of footsteps being captured by my ears, I have already anticipated all of these. I look at her in her beautiful amber eyes, and say softly to her, “Welcome, my little cutie.” The cute puppy girl is Rosehip from the St. Gloriana Girls College next to my school. Six months ago, nobody could imagine that a girl who seems to care nothing about amativeness could make a boyfriend like me. But it is true, life is such dramatic. Rosehip turns her body and sits on my thigh. Her legs hang at random and her head rest on my chest. I stroke her head gently, like stroking a little kitten, and she replies with a snoring sound like kitten. Rosehip, a girl that is completely out of the figure as a “lady”, but almost a naughty child. However, it is precisely because of her playful and cheerful personality becomes one of the main factors that I like her. But for the other reason… At present, I feel that my thigh warms up, and the case on my thing becomes soft. So, I whisper at her ear, “Your diaper is soaked. Right?” “Mm~. Your awareness is still as perspicacious as usual. OK. You win. Rewarding you a change for me.” I’m used to the girl’s extraordinary behavior, but I refuse under a think of safe. “Is it not good for give you chance her?” “What’s the matter? It is your office, there is no others here.” Rosehip answer without hesitation and shows me a big smile, “And we are lovers. Right? It’s unnecessary to care whatever others will say.” (“The girl is still such pure and lovely.”) With the words sound in my mind, I lock my office door. I put Rosehip cross the sofa, taking off her skirt, and pick up a clean diaper. During the diaper change, Rosehip is still hyperactive. Her legs keep move casually, which makes my option a bit more difficult. However, I still completed this work easily that I have already been extremely familiar with. Rosehip stands up with a jump and says to me, “Darling darling. Let’s go to play at weekend. You haven’t played with me for a week.” With her words, I realize that I haven’t met her for a whole week. Although I have been busy with important works during the whole week, it is still not appropriate to leave my cute girlfriend for such a long time. At this time, I remembered that I had two expired tickets for the aqua play. So, I make the decision, “Rosehip, would you want to go to aqua play? I remember you are keen on playing with water.” The puppy girl’s eyes shine and jump up with joy when she hears my suggestion. “Oh yay! What a fantastic advice! Let me go to prepare for it. I will call you tomorrow morning. Bye, my darling~” She rushes out just like a wind at once. However, her skirt is still lying on the sofa. She just runs out with only a diaper as lower dress. I hurry after her with a shout, “Your skirt! Little fool!” …… After I come out from the changing room of the aqua play, there are a huge amount of people here. I try to find Rosehip in the crowd. But people flow makes me dizzy. Fortunately, an energetic voice sounds from my back. “Darling! I’m here.” I turn around and see her waving her hand to me. She wears a big red swimming goggles on her head. Above her waist, there is a lacy bra. And for the lower wear, a waterproof red lacy diaper cover with a upskirt that couldn’t cover it shows into my eyes. I’m not surprised about she will wear like this, and what is more, she looks even more cuter. Rosehip swings her body and asks me with a witty smile, “Darling darling. Am I cute?” “Extremely. My princess.” I answer without hesitation. “OK. Don’t just in a daze. Let’s play!” During the whole day, the laugh of the energetic girl sounds everywhere in the park. We play the different entertainment facilities one by one and enjoy an indelible day. In the wave pool, Rosehip plays in it with no swim ring for she thinks it is too troublesome. With the waves one by one, her body moves deftly in the water. Her diaper doesn’t make any inconvenience for her movements. I try my best to keep up with her. But due to the strenuous playing for hours, I have already been exhausted. After choking by water for several times, I decide to leave the pool for a rest. After a long time, when she comes up from the wave pool, I notice that there is something missing from her lower body. “Rosehip, your skirt is lost.” Rosehip takes a casual glance and speaks “Ah, oh. But it doesn’t matter. The diaper cover is still here. Right?” I smiled bitterly. But I think that since the naughty girl doesn’t care by herself, it matters nothing as true. I take her hand and say, “Come on. Let’s play the next one.” …… I climb out form a pool below a diving platform that is meters high to the ground which I just jump from. When I stand up, I hear Rosehip’s voice sounds from the diving platform, “Darling, look at me!” Rosehip waves her hand to me and start her jump. She jumps a few times on the springboard and jumps out with a 1080 degree revolve. She falls into the water like an arrow, with no splashing. I can’t control but clap my hands for her wonderful performance and give her a hand to get out of the pool. Rosehip spins her pinkish red hair to spread the water away and speaks “Darling darling. Was my jump good?” “Excellent! My princess. Just like how you drove your Crusader in the tankery race.” However, as her whole body come out from the pool, a striking change catches my sight. “Rosehip. Do you aware…you diaper…” I point to her lower body, and she looks down. Due to the great punch when she gets into water, lots of poured into her waterproof diaper cover. Part of the water was absorbed by the diaper inside, but the rest keeps leaking out. What’s more, her leaking diaper becomes a big water ball, which is very conspicuous on her slim body. Lots of people notice this and start talking about her by whisper. I’m embarrassed for this and talk to Rosehip, “Rosehip, I think you should go for a diaper change.” However, Rosehip hugs my arm with her chest against my arm. “No, I request darling giving me the change~.” Her unwilling intimate behavior makes my cheeks blushed even more, making me must accept her order. "All right, all right. All under you lead. My princess." She takes my hand and runs directly to the baby care room. …… After the sun falling, we decide to stay in the nearest hotel. However, due to the hotel’ hot business, there is only a king-size bedroom left. I want to find another hotel instead. But Rosehip clamors for ordering this room. I couldn’t against her by words, so we finally check in this king-size bedroom. After we enter the room, Rosehip takes off her shirts, skirt, and shoes at once. She throws them on the ground casually and jumps on the bed with only bra, socks and diaper on her body. She starts rolling back and forth on the bed like a puppy. I pick all her clothes on the ground with no discontent and take a sit on a chair. After amusing herself for a while, she stops and stares at me. I know she wants to talk with me. But I haven’t expected what she will say at this moment. “Heh, darling. Let’s make sex.” I cough violently for her awkward words while I am drinking water, and reply in a slightly angry voice, “What the hell did you say, you little fool! Do you really know what you just talked about?” Rosehip swings her diapered butt and says with a defiant expression, “Oh~. I understand. Darling don’t have the guts to have sex with me. You are afraid of me. I will show this secret off to other girls.” I’m not only paled with her words, but also be greatly stimulated by her provocation. I flung her on the bed like a hungry monster and hold her hands on it. “So, let’s have a try. Who is one having more power.” Rosehip is startled by my action, but then she responds to me with a trademark playful smile. …… It was a sleepless night. ……
  5. I absolutely LOVE it when a female is really desperate to pee! I mean all the little dances and moves they make when they have to pee are just so damn sexy and super adorable! The sexiest is without a doubt when they cross their legs and shove their hands between their legs to help hold it in!! Oh my God that drives me wild! A desperate female is the sexiest thing ever! And if they're so unbelievably desperate that they end up wetting themselves then good lord that is just incredible! I love scenarios where the female is like at work or just out somewhere maybe and they get really desperate to pee, but for some reason they aren't able to just go pee! Or like they're literally about to pee their pants and they get to the bathroom and realize there is either a really long line or better yet, it's out of order! Omg I can only imagine having to pee so badly that I'm about to wet myself, and then when I get to the bathroom it's out of order and I can't get in!?! Ladies, what do y'all do when this happens?! Do you try and pee outside somewhere or something? Find a different bathroom really fast?! Or do you try and manage your bladder until you can get to a bathroom!? You see, I didn't used to like literally EVERYTHING omorashi related.. my fetish started off simply being into just the desperation aspect of it! O er the years though and as I learned more and watch more internet videos, I realized that it was ALL really sexy and I er time my fetish grew into now being I to all of it! I'm still more into the desperation part of it but I'm very into watching the female actually pee herself (especially when she's extremely desperate and has an overfilled bladder so she's just wetting her pants for a good couple minutes) that's impressive! I'm now also very much into watching a female pee on a toilet too! There's just something so incredibly sexy and unbelievably adorable about watching a female pee on a toilet! My fetish has also grown to me really enjoying my own desperation/wetting myself and playing with my own pee!! It just all feels Soo damn good! Just the feeling of getting pee all over you is just absolutely amazing!! I want SOOO badly to play around with this fetish with a female! I haven't got to do any of that yet! But we would start with me making her hold it in and telling her when and how much to drink, and she has to do it no matter how much she has to pee! She would have to ask my permission to pee but I will not let her! She will be forced to hold it in until she's about to explode! And even then I will not let her pee in the toilet! Oh no.. once we get to that point, the oy way I will let her pee is if she does it while she's above me while I'm completely naked and tell her to get her amazing, warm, wet and delicious pee all over my body.. finishing off her relief right into my mouth!! See the taste of pee changes depending on what you e consumed, how much water you've had and I think how long you've held it for! It seems to be different in the mornings for the most part.. but that is exactly what I want to do! And we would do all of these games while we are nice and high so that it all feels so fucking amazing and we have a hell of a lot more fun! I want to do that so damn bad! I would also make her hold it in when we go out and see if she can last the whole time!! Uugh.. where the hell is the woman that I can do all of this stuff with! Come meet me already! I'll love you forever! Lol I think it would be the most amazing and sexiest thing ever!
  6. So Hello Everyone. I'm From India And I'm Just Dubbed "Urban Horror" Maked By @Ducklett00 So All Credit Is His And This Story Only For Indian Because In The Hindi language
  7. Does anyone have anymore videos from the same model? Help would be appreciated. Sahara in the sand.avi
  8. It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon (messing, wetting, sexual content, diapers) Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.
  9. A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?
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  11. From the album: Omorashi Poses and Short Sequences

    When you're this desperate and nobody will tell you where the bathroom is, nature's call can start to emphasize... "Nature." Oh, Mizu...
  12. From the album: Omorashi Poses and Short Sequences

    When you're this desperate and nobody will tell you where the bathroom is, nature's call can start to emphasize... "Nature." Oh, Mizu...
  13. From the album: Omorashi Poses and Short Sequences

    When you're this desperate and nobody will tell you where the bathroom is, nature's call can start to emphasize... "Nature." Oh, Mizu...
  14. From the album: Omorashi Poses and Short Sequences

    When you're this desperate and nobody will tell you where the bathroom is, nature's call can start to emphasize... "Nature." Oh, Mizu...
  15. Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Introduction Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica. Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool. Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact. Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together. Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock. On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip. Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall. Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it. As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store. It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee. As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before. Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it… alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have!
  16. I’m on vacation where it’s summer pretty much year-round so I decided to go to the beach by myself yesterday and I had a naughty thought before going. Before I left I drank a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. When I got to the beach it was nearly empty since it’s a weekday and kids are in school so it was perfect for what I had planned. I had bought a six-pack of beer and some munchies and I set up my beach chair and sat for a while under the sun and some shade. After consuming 4 beers I was feeling a little bit desperate (7/10 in the desperation scale). I waited a while until I got more desperate, got up and walked to the water. I waded in and struggled not to pee in the ocean (managed to hold it all but barely). I got out and walked to my beach chair, sat down on it all wet and proceeded to empty my bladder through my swimming trunks and chair. The warmth on my penis, balls and butt felt like pure bliss. After this I downed the rest of the beer and munchies and peed myself again on the chair when I got the urge. I went to the shower stalls, peed for a third time and got somewhat cleaned up (I smelled faintly of pee after showering). I packed up my things and left feeling hornier than ever after doing this.
  17. So as you may know if you've read my posts, I have an overactive bladder and tend to leak or have accidents sometimes if I get too full. Wet pants are a part of my life, and I try to plan for and enjoy them whenever possible. I also find that once wet, I have a much harder time holding, whether thats a pee spot in my underwear encouraging more drips and leaks, or in this case, a wet bathing suit. Its almost like once my urethra is sitting against wet fabric, it just wants to stay a little open and keep me wet. Yesterday I went to the beach for a solo swim (I was meeting up with friends aftter), and immediately upon arrival, I noticed I really had to pee. I had been drinking water the whole drive, probably at least 1 litre, and it had been over an hour in the car, plus I might've skipped peeing before the drive on purpose, knowing I'd get to pee in the water. By the time I got towels laid down on the sand, I realized I could barely stand up and walk to the water without risking peeing all down my legs in full view of other beachgoers. I actually lost a couple drips in my white shorts before taking them off, so naturally I decided to sit back down on the sand and relax a little in my bathing suit bottoms to relieve some pressure. It felt lovely and naughty to pee into the already warm sand in the sun, so I sat my wet little butt back down on my towel and read my book for a while, sipping water and waiting for my urge to build again. I had by no means emptied my bladder, I was still at about a 5/10 right after peeing because I wanted to enjoy a nice moderate urge while I read my book. After about half an hour, I realized 1) I was back up to a VERY full bladder 2) I was leaking pee totally involuntarily into my swim bottoms (and a few dribbles on my towel) every time I moved around. I decided it was high time I jumped in the water and released my bursting bladder, but apparently it couldn't wait. Now that my swim bottoms were quite soaked, every few steps down the beach triggered a drip or leak, as though I had no control over my bladder at all. One after another, I'd feel warm bursts soak into my swim bottoms. Thankfully they were all very tiny and I wasn't peeing down my legs, just feeling all these little gushes no one could see. It was crazy though, to have that little control, all because of wearing wet bottoms, as though my bladder completely had a mind of its own. As I stepped into the water, the shock of the cold really made me start to squirm, and I had to rush deeper in as my pee started to dribble down my legs and spread across my bum. I splashed my feet as much as I could to make sure it wasn't visible as I ran, pee spraying out around me. Soon, I was finally deep enough to cover my whole body. I faced the horizon and began to tread, releasing a delicious cloud of oh-so-warm pee into the cold water all around me. I stayed there for a minute, basking in the warm pee, before I swam around, took some nature photos and eventually made it back to my towel. To my surpise, even with what felt like an empty bladder afterwards, the wet fabric continued to work its magic and I had several more tiny leaks in my swim bottoms quite accidentally as I walked back and while sitting on my towel. I met up with friends after this for dinner by the beach town and there was nowhere to change so I put my dry white shorts and shirt on over my wet bathing suit. One of my friends actually joked that the wet bathing suit soaking onto my shorts made it look like I had peed myself, and I was well aware... Little did they know I had realized I already looked wet and released a few tiny trickles on purpose on the way to the restaurant. I had a nice time out with my friends (nothing omo while I was with them) and on the way home, I kept happily leaking - some on purpose, some by accident - in my very wet shorts and swim bottoms. When I got home, I went out to my backyard and released the rest of my bladder on purpose in my shorts, a delicious end to a wet and wonderful beach day.
  18. For a few years, I had dreamed of a sexy outfit in which I could play my favorite game: drink between 2.5 and 3 liters of water and hold back as long as possible. But the most exciting thing is that I wanted to do it in public without being seen. So I imagined my outfit with the criteria: sexy and that stays wet for a long time. I got rather thin tights as well as swimsuits either traditional or in Lycra or vinyl. My preparation is simple. When I wake up, I empty my bladder first and start drinking. Regularly, for 1 to 2 hours and in total between 2.5 and 3 liters. When I feel my bladder starting to get full, I dress me up. A pantyhose or two, a swimsuit, another pantyhose, sometimes a girdle. A very tight catsuit in Lycra or vinyl. All this depends on my mood and the outside temperature. In fact, I like when these clothes compress my bladder and stay very close to the body. Then I put on thigh high boots from Aqua Boots. They are waterproof and heelless. So that people don't see that I'm wearing thigh high boots, I cut a pair of jeans to recover the two legs and I put each leg on each boot. For this to hold up, I have a pair of suspenders that hold the jeans over the boot and allow these thigh high boots to stay up high so that they don't come down. I finish with a latex tank top that goes down to mid-thigh. The tank top is waterproof so the liquid runs down my leg and remains trapped in the thigh high boots. In summary: tights, swimsuit, tights, swimsuit, Lycra catsuit then Latex tank top Waterproof rubber thigh high boots covered with jeans held by suspenders. And I add a coat that goes down to about the knee. From outside we see feet in boots, jeans, a coat. Then I go out to a department store, a train station, the metro. I try to keep my urine as long as possible and when I meet someone who turns me on, I drop a few drops or I explode and I feel the liquid flowing down my legs into my thigh boots. I continue on my way, I continue to drink and so I try to hold myself back as long as possible. I can stay for several hours to hold myself back and stay in my pee. When my boots are too heavy, I will empty them in the toilet and I continue. I can run errands, walk around, try to hold back again and again and then pop out again in stealth and stay wet for a very long time. It's not possible in summer because this "suit" is too hot but from October to May, no worries. I’m waiting for autumn. Here I wanted to share this fantasy with you.
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  20. These days I'm on holiday by the sea, and since I'm alone () I'm taking the opportunity to enjoy myself a little bit. The introduction is that water always makes me feel extremely desperate, so I usually pee through my swimming trunks while in the water, or at most while having a shower. This morning I felt "inspired", and decided to try something more interesting. I held my pee until I was on my way back from the beach. Then, walking, I let small spurts in my trunks. Since I had to go so much, it was difficult to control the flow, and sometime I need a little than I wanted, before I managed to stop it. When I finally was at home I had completely soaked the front of my trunks. I probably had the courage to do this in public because my trunks did not show the wetness very much, as you can notice in the photos.. I should try with a pair of more clear ones some day
  21. After my last story with May Holdall and her accident at work, the SO had an idea for a second story that included a sexual encounter. I wasn't up to it for along while, but I figured it would be a good way to get back into writing more. This is a follow up to this story. May Holdall Receives A Delivery On The Job Desperation, Wetting, Male/Female Sex “Shit, shit,” May whispered under her breath as her bus got closer to her stop at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut. They just needed to to get through the next stoplight, and her stop was right there. The bus was packed for the morning commute, and May was stuck standing between a guy in a suit who was scrolling through emails on his phone and a teenager listening to music on massive but ineffective headphones. She was holding on to the bar in the middle of the bus for dear life, and trying to maintain her balance on her high wedge sandals. She was feeling squished in, hot, and her legs hurt from standing for the whole ride. But worse than all of that, she forgot to pee before she left home, and that problem was reaching a very painful head. But that wasn’t why May was nervous. She was late! She woke up late, she was too late for her usual bus, and the next bus was late. Now she was going to be late to open the coffee stand. Usually, one of the two girls on shift would arrive a little before opening, get everything situated, and be ready in time for their colleague to show up and start. Today was May’s turn, and now she was going to have to rush through everything if she wanted to get done in time for her coworker to arrive. If Eddie, the owner, found out May was late again… well it wouldn’t be good. The bus jolted to a stop, and May staggered to her side before bumping into the back of a man there. A twinge of panic went through her body as she squeezed her legs together. She was going to be fine, as long as she could get off the bus and run to the restroom at the gas station on the lot. Her thighs were tensed against each other, and she was feeling just a little sweaty. But she wasn’t in a panic, not yet. The light changed, and the bus started to move. They crossed over the intersection, and May hit the button to signal a stop. Then the bus stopped behind another car, more traffic, and so close to her stop. She peeked at her phone in her bag for the time. “Shit…” She was barely going to have enough time to get ready. She would have to run to the bathroom after Cindy showed up. She could hold it through set up, she was sure of it. It wasn’t that complicated, getting decorations set up, preparing the registers, getting the cups in place. She could do it in her sleep, she actually did in a few work nightmares. May squirmed involuntarily, and then she pulled down the back of her red pleated skirt when a breeze through the bus made her question exactly how much of her ample backside she was showing off. It felt silly considering she was going to strip down to a bikini when she got into the little coffee hut, but that was for money, she wasn’t trying to give away the goods for weirdos on the bus. She looked around and saw a guy further down the bus giving her the eye. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was wearing a gold chain and a pair of watches, definite red flags. The nod and wink he gave her was still flattering, and she couldn’t help but flush pink as she looked away. The bus came to a stop, and May let out a sigh of relief as the front door opened and the bus began to kneel. “Excuse me,” she said, trying to be as loud as she could manage, “sorry, excuse me.” She pushed through, eventually getting to the front. She adjusted the sleeves down on her ‘off-shoulder’ white top and then took ginger steps down to the sidewalk. The last step sent an impact through her body, and she immediately regretted landing so hard. But she stood still as the bus swished and rose behind her. She squeezed her thighs tight and waited for the small wave of desperation to subside before she headed toward the closed up coffee stand. May had a lot to do in not a lot of time. A new pack of disposable cups had to be opened up and put up on the counters, she had to rehang the flower decorations above the pick up windows, and she still had to refill the tills from the safe on the floor along the wall. There were a few other tasks, including getting the machines warmed up, but those first three were the most important. So, May put her bag down on the floor and shuffled over to a locked cabinet. She pulled out her key, opening it up to a pack of cups fresh in a plastic bag. She clicked her tongue and grabbed the full bag, then tried to grip it in both hands and rip it, but the plastic didn’t immediately give. “Damnit, come on,” she grunted. These bags were always annoying, but they were more annoying when she had to pee so bad that she-. May tried to shake it out of her head, she didn’t have to go that bad. It was okay, she just needed to finish this prep work and she could run to the bathroom. May pulled harder. The flex of her muscles made her that much more aware of the pressure just below her stomach. She thought the plastic was giving way, but she also felt like something of her own was giving way. She stopped pulling and held the bag of cups in one hand, the second pressed into her crotch for just a moment. She wasn’t desperate, just being careful. She would be done in just a few minutes, she was fine. So she took a deep breath and then grabbed the bag with both hands again, pulling until it started to rip apart. She needed a stack on each side, so she grabbed a stack and started to count them off. The espresso machines needed to be on, she could do that now. She stopped in the middle of her counting and reached out to click the machines on, and they started to let out a light hiss like a teapot just nearing a boil. She regretted turning them on immediately. As she finished grabbing her first stack, one machine let out a sharper hiss and May cringed at the sound of leaking water vapor. “Almost done, almost done,” she whispered to herself. Then a loud knock on the door to the hut made May jump out of her heels. She teetered, and then bent over forwards as she recovered, squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could. She could feel the pressure building up, and even if she evaded the thought she knew if she relaxed for more than a moment she was going to ruin another ‘work uniform’. But she took in a long breath, and the pressure subsided just slightly. “Hello?” A deep voice asked from outside. It was Trent! Trent was their regular delivery guy. He worked for Co-Squared, a supplier for coffee and hot chocolate places across the state. He was also the least creepy person May ever got to meet while she was at work, by a long shot. He had to be there to drop off supplies for the week, May completely forgot. She stood up as best she could, and then waddled over to the door. When she peeked out to the early morning light, Trent’s deep green eyes were looking back in at her. His dark brown dimples were framed by a freshly shaved face. She could almost smell his aftershave, they must be his first stop of the day. “Oh Trent, heeey,” May said. She tried to do a cute little finger twinkling wave, but she immediately felt more awkward than welcoming, so she opened the door wider. Trent nodded his head and tipped the bill of his blue hat with the company logo on the front. He handed May a clipboard, and she took it with both hands and looked it over. It was a long list today, a lot of beans getting replenished, more cups (she did grab the last bag), stirrers, lids, and more. He was going to be here for a bit, maybe until they opened. “I’ve got quite a load for you today,” He said, then chuckled. He lifted an eyebrow in thought, “wait, that sounds wrong.” But he didn’t dwell on it, and turned around to head back to his truck parked right in front of one of the two windows. As soon as his back was turned, May squatted down and squeezed her bare legs together. She had to pee, she was willing to admit that. She had to pee bad, and she didn’t know how much longer she had left before it became a real problem. Just moving was torture on her muscles, and she was suddenly mad that there was no chair inside the small hut so she could sit and have something to press into. But now that Trent was here, she didn’t know if she could leave. Eddie would be livid if he knew that she left a delivery guy alone in the hut, even if most of the staff saw Trent more than they saw Eddie, and trusted him more to boot. May could hear Trent returning, so she brought herself back to standing in time for him to pull the door open with his foot and step in with two large bags of different coffee beans. “Want these in the usual place?” Trent asked with a smile so wide his cheeks closed his eyes. “Or is this a dump everything and deal with it later sort of day?” May looked around and thought about that option. She didn’t consider that she could just make him leave everything, maybe she could still run to the gas station if he did. But if he did that, she would have to put it all away herself, and then if Cindy saw the mess she would probably be pissy the rest of her shift. May let out an exasperated sigh as she looked across the floor. “That kind of day huh?” Trent said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it all put away.” May couldn’t help but smile as Trent opened one bag and started to pull out individual bags of beans. “It isn’t that, I’m just late so I’m like, crazy behind.” She tried to laugh, but instead of her work giggle it sounded like a nervous mad scientist. “Well how about I help out,” Trent said as he peeked at her over his shoulder and kept pulling out coffee. “We can get done twice as fast.” She nodded, and looked away to hide the blush on her face, “that sounds nice.” May tried to ignore the rising waves of panic from between her legs, so she grabbed some coffee as Trent headed back out to his truck to get more of their order. As soon as Trent was out of the door, May grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled out as she let out a groan of frustration. Why did she have to pee so bad now?! Trent was so nice, so cute, hot even! But she felt like she was standing in front of a cracking dam with a wooden bucket. A new wave of pressure hit her and she dropped her hem and squeezed her knees in to fight as best she could. It was dangerous, this was getting bad. She was close to another emergency and she was pretty sure it would be a lot harder to hide an accident in the hut this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused with everything she had. Then she realized she was standing in Trent’s shadow. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and he had a concerned frown on his face. “You okay May?” He asked, “this day going that bad?” She wanted to answer, but she was sure if she even tried to stand normally she was going to leak. She lifted her arm as if to start putting the stirrers away in the high cabinet, but Trent took it out of her hands. “Hey don’t worry about it okay,” Trent said. He lifted the bag and started to put them away with rapid plops of bags on wood. “You don’t deserve a day like this, you’re always so nice and positive even when these people are giving you shit, I see it. I don’t wanna be one more person making your day hard, you know?” He was rambling, and as the spike of pressure faded May found it replaced by something new. It was a warmth, one she was surprised she could feel with everything else going on. May wanted to fuck Trent. Okay that wasn’t a surprise, she had more than a few fantasies about Trent, especially during a busy shift when gross men were nonstop flirting with her. Replacing their ugly faces with the handsome and kind Trent was how she survived. But something about the moment, maybe a small spike of the fight or flight from her desperation, made it that much more obvious. She wanted him, and she wanted him right now. Screw her job, screw Eddie, she just wanted to screw Trent. She could tell him, right now. Then she could run off, use the bathroom, and maybe they could run off together. Her bladder stopped threatening her for just long enough for May to make her choice. She wasn’t going to be able to get ready in time and also confess to Trent. She tapped him on the arm and he turned to look down toward her. May grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down into a kiss, her lips pressing into his soft pair. Trent went stiff for a moment, then dropped the bag and wrapped an arm around her. “I’m okay if you make my day a little hard,” May whispered toward him, then she chuckled at her own cringe-worthy joke. “But fi-” She didn’t have time to get out another word. Trent kissed her again and maneuvered her back into the same cabinet they were just filling. The impact alarmed her, but Trent’s lips on hers calmed her in an instant. His arm wrapped around her, cupping between her lower back and the cabinet as he leaned down to keep their embrace going. His other hand ran down her cheek, slid down her neck, ran over her shoulder. The moment her lips parted, his tongue found hers, and they intertwined. Trent’s hand cupped her breast through her top, and in a flurry May brought her hand up and unbuttoned her highest button to pull the top down. His hand found her red bikini top, his thumb massaging her nipple through the thin padding while his kiss pressed her to the cabinet. Her bladder screamed in protest. One knee was clasped over the other, too low for Trent to pay the motion any attention yet. But her toes were curling, and her calves flexing with the effort of silencing the emergency downstairs so she could enjoy Trent’s attention for just a moment. His hand slipped up under her bikini top and May gasped as his warm and strong hands gripped her tender flesh. She could feel his excitement pressing against her through his work slacks, nestled right around her stomach. He stopped and pulled just far enough to whisper out a question. “I’m sorry, is this too much? I’ve just always… I never thought you… should I stop?” YES! May’s body demanded she say yes. She didn’t have time for this, she didn’t have time for anything. She was desperate, but she might still have time to clean up and run to the bathroom before her shift started. She had a strong bladder by all means, a lifetime in the service industry demanded that. But there was holding it through a lunch rush, and then there was holding it through… this. But Trent’s face. If she said no now, would she ever get another chance at him? She felt lucky he accepted her move in the first place. Not that the feeling between them wasn’t mutual, but it seemed he was scared of admitting his feelings, what if he took her leaving as a denial and never spoke to her again? The fear was bad enough to almost drown out her fear of flooding the hut’s floor. “No!” May hissed as she pushed forward to keep kissing him. Her enthusiasm was the last signal Trent needed. His hands slid down her sides, past her skirt and then beneath the hem. While their lips were hard pressed against each other, Trent grabbed her bikini bottom at each side and pulled them down to her thighs. She questioned what she could even do, what was even possible, but then her stomach leaped as Trent lifted her up by the hips and pulled her over to the counter top. She squeaked as she was dropped there, and then instinctively shoved a hand into her crotch as Trent struggled with his belt and fly. Their lips separated as he worked to pull his manhood free, and in that moment a wave of desperation sent a spark of alarm through May’s body. Despite Trent right in front of her, her bottoms sliding down to her knees, and one nipple exposed and erect, she couldn’t help but pull one knee over the other and squeeze with all her might. It felt like she was full to bursting now, like everything was right at the gate. This situation was impossible, she couldn’t see how she got out of this without humiliating herself, without pissing all over Trent and ruining this intimate moment. But as she saw him, saw the size of the black rod as he slid free from his boxers, her mind was blanked of all worries. She wasn’t some prim princess, she understood her own needs and her own lust. At the moment, all May could think of was what that would feel like. Trent slid on a condom from his pocket with some assistance from her free hand. She could feel his girth in her hand, feel the warmth radiating off of it as she slid the condom over him. It was intimidating, magnificent. She squeezed herself one last time before parting her legs as Trent turned his attention back to her. He parted her legs with a touch and lifted her knees. Her head lay against the closed service window as he pressed his hot head against her softest places, as he pushed that heat into her. May felt a sharp panic as he entered her, as all logic told her that he would force her open and make her release. That heat between her legs, the moisture between her lower lips, it all registered for the briefest moment as her starting to leak. She covered her mouth and suppressed another squeak as she doubled down on clenching every pelvic muscle she could. He pulled her hand away and kissed her as he continued to press her back against the counter. His other hand gripped her at the hip, helped guide him deeper into her, helped him fill her completely. Her eyes watered as she held on tight. May’s muscles sent every alarm that they were nearing their last ounces of strength. But she begged some outside force to help her hold on. Trent began to move, his length sliding away from her just to return with force. At first it was soft and intimate, their kisses and thrusts timed to create a beautiful rhythm. But it didn’t take long before he began to thrust harder, the force pushing her knees back toward her chest, his length spreading her. “God,” Trent moaned as his pace increased, “You’re so damn tight, ah.” She couldn’t tell him why, that she was holding on for dear life. Every thrust sent a wave through her bladder, sloshed her contents, rattled that little sphincter stopping the flow. She was sure if he wasn’t filling her, if she wasn’t pressed closed by his sordid intrusion, her fight would already be over. It was possible she couldn’t even leak if she tried. Then she felt a small warm jet, swore she heard it too. Her heart skipped, and she let out a small cry. “Ah shit,” May said in a panicked hiss, “deeper, don’t pull out.” Trent didn’t need to be told twice. She could already feel him throbbing, feel him expanding in anticipation. He was reaching his limit, he was almost done. But as he slid against her most sensitive places, she could feel every detail of him, condom or no. “You’re so good,” He groaned as she was slammed harder against the window, “so wet, oh May!” He kissed at her neck as she held him around his shoulders and clawed in so deep she was worried she would scratch him. He pressed in hard, and the force, the stimulation of it all broke through something. Like a white point of light that started as a distant star then overwhelmed her in an intense blast of pleasure. She couldn’t think, her muscles spasmed, her fingers and toes locked in a curl. Then she felt her legs drop, a distant sensation like it was happening to someone else. “Fuck! I’m going to be late!” Trent shouted. Normal sensation flooded back over May, starting with a distinct feeling of a warm jet splashing between her thighs as she sat on the counter. With an EEP May closed her legs and locked up, unable to move, unable to think. She was losing control, she was well past her limits and then some, this was it. Right in front of Trent, as their intimate moment ended. Even with her thighs closed and her attempted clenching, May heard a sharp hissing noise as another spray released between her legs. “Will you be okay?” Trent asked as he hurriedly pulled up his slacks. May looked up. He wasn’t paying attention to her, he was trying to leave. She slid off the counter, ignoring the slight dampness under her butt, and then gave a tense nod. “Uh-huh.” Trent leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry, we'll talk soon.” Then before she could even answer, He grabbed a bag and ran out the door. Leaving May standing with her bikini bottom down to her ankles and a wet patch on the butt of her skirt. In a blur of motion May grabbed an extra large cup off the counter, slipped her thighs apart, and put the cup in the way of a newly erupting flood from her bladder. It hit with a loud splash, and May pulled up the front of her skirt to watch the rapids as they exited her like a small waterfall between her overstimulated lower lips. The sensation, the relief, it was so immense that May couldn’t contain a moan louder than any she dared to release while Trent was in her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she leaned back against the counter to even stay stable as new shocks of pleasure ripped through her like arcing lightning. The cup was warm in her hand, and soon the sound made her realize it was almost full. She grabbed a second cup and stopped just long enough to swap them out. She didn’t get far in the second cup, but then again she lost a fair amount to… early releases. When she was finished she sat them both on the counter then capped them before letting out a final groan of relief. The hut was still a mess, there were supplies everywhere, and now she also had to clean up a damp space on the counter. If she got to it fast enough, maybe it wouldn’t smell like piss. But Trent, now that was something special. She grinned to herself. The door to the hut opened, and May’s stomach dropped. Was it that close to opening? Was Cindy here already? Trent’s head peaked in and he grabbed his clipboard from a shelf. “Sorry, forgot this.” He said. She gave him an exhausted and red in the face smile, “No problem, good luck.” Trent smiled back. “Yeah, hope the rest of your day is as good as mine has been so far.” Then he was gone again, and May was pretty sure her day was special enough already.
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    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...
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