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  1. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  2. Chapman

    Toilet Wars (Trial Version)

    Version 2.00

    1,437 downloads

    Where do I even start? This is one hell of an ambitious RPG by a Japanese dev known as Beard. Other thread for discussion: Here's a link of his diaries and updates: https://twitter.com/isima_taku https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=877149 https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418/article/5766 (Need a dlsite account) https://ci-en.jp/creator/1418 (Game Download along with chapter 3 save to skip first two chapters) Basic premise is this: A demon lord has taken control of toilets and restrooms, causing people to excrete out on the streets, allow the spread of diseases and squalor. One of the main protagonists is Alice, who's not only rather cute but also has the ability to perform bladder transfer magic (NoMako Kora fans know exactly what i'm talking about). There's no MP, instead your bladder emptiness is the MP and as you cast magic, your bladder fills up. Alice's bladder transfer magic comes into play when facing enemies shown in the pics as well as other playable characters. When you cast bladder transfer, you are given 5 seconds to rapidly mash Z or enter to transfer urine from your cast to a target (bladder drain priorities are top down e.g. Alice, Tiara the nun). Desperation: There are 3-4 statuses to keep in mind: Normal, desperate stage 1 mp at least 50%, desperate stage 2 mp at least 75%, and then soaked. If a character is in either of the latter stages of desperation, they will deal a lot more damage than normal. e.g. if Tiara the nun does 100 damage normal, she'll do 231 damage when desperate at stage 2. If a character is ko'd while desperate, they wet themselves out of fear and bladder returns to zero, they're basically useless at this point even if revived. As stated earlier, female enemies have their own bladder bars and status ailments which Alice's urine transfer spell exploits. This means that they also get damage boosts when desperate. So when doing urine transfer, make sure that 1) mp is high for all characters, 2) Alice has high hp because urine transfer scales with her hp percentage, and 3) mash the fuck out of that z or enter button. There's a butt fuck ton of more mechanics and status effects, which are incredibly overwhelming and took me hours to kind of grasp, which hurts even more by my lack of Japanese. Edit: Ah what the hell, i'll elaborate on some more mechanics: Equipment: A weapon and a tome for magic, each character has their own unique weapons and a luxury slot, in which you get an accessory that does something (I have no clue how this works). For clothing and armor, its dress, bras(minus alice because she's smol), panties or diapers, and pads. That's right folks, there are diapers in this game as well as pads, which means...PERIOD BLOOD...which is an actual status ailment and a effect on pads/panties/diapers. Weapons,accessories, and tomes can be swapped anytime but clothing and whatnot have to be in bathrooms/toilets. Diapers are an important item as is wetting. If an enemy or one of your characters wets themselves, their atk is 1 and they can't use magic, so...don't wet yourself during a boss battle or there will be complications. You can recover from wetting but equipment will be stained and stats will be lower till you swap out for newer panties/diapers. Diapers may seem superior but they weight down your character/reducing their speed so panties would usually be recommended. There are some scat mechanics so be warned but not all of it is fully implemented nor is it really present aside from some moments( this is primarily an omo rpg). Cash is quite scarce in this game so take caution. Only way to get cash is by 3 things, selling loot/droppables, doing work, or committing crime, which can get you a game over if you're caught.

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  3. PersonGuy

    peetoilet

    From the album: PersonGuy's PersonGallery Gallery

    Ah! No wonder why people always complain about public toilets! She's so caught up in looking at funny cat pictures on her phone that she's peeing everywhere but in the bowl! Not only is this irresponsible, it's unhygienic! Tsk, tsk tsk...
  4. I have been looking all my life for videos of girls sharing the same toilet to pee. By sharing I mean two or more girls sitting on the same toilet and peeing. -> Not standing up, and definitely not a Japanese toilet <- If anyone finds any, or if any girl out there is willing to do it, I wouldn't hesitate to pay for it 😭
  5. Looks like someone forgot to lift the toilet seat up.
  6. Princess Shuri lay fast asleep in her bed in the Royal Palace of Wakanda. She slept there in her satin pyjamas, she was dreaming about her friend Peter Parker. He is her best friend and in the dream he was kissing her and all very bizarre things to her, that he wouldn’t do to her maybe she was dreaming how she wants her future to be like. And then she had the most weirdest thing she ever dreamed about, she was in the entertainment room in the palace and with Peter. Him and her were watching a movie together and it was a scary movie, she didn’t know what one it was maybe it was IT or something. Anyway she got very scared in one particular scene and ended her fear wetting herself and while she was wetting herself Peter couldn’t help but stare at her pee running down her legs of her jeans. Shuri woke up she realised it was a dream but she did get turned on by the dream as she would love to be Peter’s girlfriend. Shuri went back to sleep and she shifted in position. Her hand was now under the bed where her crotch is and was about to give herself an orgasm, but then felt the crotch of her pjs were wet. She must’ve been desperate to pee while sleeping and then had a dream about it. She got up, she tried not to scream as it was 6:00 already. There was a huge stain on her pjs and the bed, she couldn’t believe how she wet the bed and had an accident like baby, she just couldn’t believe it. She took off her wet pjs and went back to sleep naked and hoped she would wake up before her brother so she could hide her accident from him.
  7. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  8. Xx4evRockerxX

    female Unintentionally proud

    I was at work today just going about my day when I started to feel the need to go. As per usual, I was in a big meeting with probably 40 other people including a few of the Leadership. Not the time to go. An hour and a half later, the meeting finally ended and while I had to go, it was certainly not urgent. It honestly wasn’t even a hold. It was just a delayed wee. I went to the ladies room with another woman from a different department. We went into stalls next to each and both began going about he same time. She finishes and leaves the stall to wash her hands. I’m still going. She finishes washing her hands and adjusts her makeup a little in the mirror. I’m still going. Another woman walks in a starts going as that first woman leaves. I’m still going. The second woman finishes and leaves the stall to wash her hands. I’m still going. The second woman finishes washing her hands and leaves. I finally finish. While it was a bit of a weak stream today as I haven’t been drinking much water and wasn’t particularly pushing or anything, I was still just a little proud. Made me feel like I had a proper monster bladder. Anybody ever have that feeling? Makes your day just a little bright 😁
  9. Starfire woke up from her bed at 8:00 she got out of bed and noticed she had a accident again. She said “Oh my I have done the pee again.” Starfire was naked, anyway she walked to the Teen Titans bathroom. Starfire look out if anyone was here she didn’t want to know what she looks like naked except Robin she was madly in love with him. On arriving she felt that she needed a pee so she quickly opened the door and race in, lock it and plonk her sexy ass on the toilet and release. Within seconds she started peeing it was so warm and felt like she was holding it in when sleeping because a lot came out. Then when she stopped peeing, she went and did her normal general things like every human or alien being would do. Meanwhile while doing this Beast Boy was outside and desperately needed to pee, he knocked on the door and said “Raven hurry up I need to go!” Starfire heard him and said “Beast Boy it’s Starfire I will hurry up for you, I umm just brushing my teeth I will hurry up.” Star tried to hurry up for Beast Boy as she did not want to clean up after him. Star fire was done she opened the door and Beast Boy saw her naked, he starred at her body. He went in and before he locked the door he said “No wonder Robin thinks your hot.” The door closed and Star screamed like a fan girl that Robin has a crush on her. She walked to Raven’s bedroom to tell her the news she walked in Raven was reading her spell book naked as Star closed the door she put the book down notice Star is naked and she said to her “Beast Boy told me that R...” “Stop hold on azarath metrion zinthos!” It created a Portal where Raven went in a squatting position and started pooing in it, she stopped closed the portal and said” carry on.” Star carried on “Robin has a crush on me.” Raven was speechless she did know that Beast Boy had the hots for her but never knew if he still did. All she said was “Wow Star that’s good you always loved him and it looks like he does too. Starfire left thanking Raven as she went back to her room but she was also considering flirting with Robin while naked which is more sexier. She thought no “I can do this later maybe breakfast, yes maybe I could do thing humans call flashing. Star went back in her room and looked at her phone that was charging next to her bedside she looked up the word flashing she looked a at pictures and saw women showing parts of clothing that’s been covered like panties. Star knew what to do she placed on her dressing gown and wear it with no panties on like she did always, which means she was completely naked underneath and could flash her pussy out at Robin and make him love her more than he does. Star hoped her plan would work but now she felt like she needed the toilet again. To Be Continued...
  10. Version

    612 downloads

    WARNING: The game is rather buggy and can glitch out at times, particularly when trying to load a save file. Keep this in mind while playing the game. Support the author and buy the game at https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ204104.html. It costs less than $15 so if you have that kind of money, go ahead. Also, if anyone can translate the game to English or has the ability to do so, tips or help is greatly appreciated. (Information copied from DLsite page) ★=====★ ストーリー ★======★◯学校に入学して初めての秋、主人公の葉山ヨシトは楽しみにしていた学年行事「林間学習会」へ参加する。しかし、そこに待ち受けていたのは3人のお漏らし少女!?3日間…山の中の寂れた旅館を中心に巻き起こる波乱のストーリー‼どのおしっ娘を好きになる…!?★=====★ システム ★======★選択肢を選んで進めるタイプのADVです。アニメはLive2Dを採用。さらに全シーンの差分含めた画像データ付きで、絵としても鑑賞できます!★=====★ 仕様 ★======★Windows専用(exe形式) アプリケーション画面サイズ 1280px x 960px体験版は、動作テスト用です。再生環境に不安のある方は、体験版での動作確認をしてください。アニメシーン18シーン+アニメ立ち絵3体(各シーン・キャラごとにさまざまなモーションをご用意!)全キャラクターにおしっこ、おむつシーンあり!

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  11. EtchyFox

    Audition

    Version 1.0.1

    Hello and thank you for considering downloading Lucky's first adventure! This game follows Lucky through her practical examination into the best Magiacademy in the nation. It's full of puzzles, dialog and a very wet and unLucky kitty. The game has a single run play through time of roughly 1:20, however it is literally impossible to see everything in one run through. Features: 1 Adorably shy and sassy catgirl~ 21 Achievements Hundreds of lines of dialog So many puzzles... Loads of desperation reactive scenarios~ 3 after credits scenes~ I hope you all can treat yourselves to this game for roughly the price of a large candy bar! Good luck and...try to be nice to Lucky... She is sensitive... Go here if you want to get to know the character a bit before purchasing the game! For those interested in following the sequel as it develops please go here!

    $2.99

  12. VanCanto99

    Some of my desperate pees

    Version 1.0.0

    79 downloads

    Some desperate pees and desperate holding I did the past few days. Felt like sharing them ❤️

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  13. View File Some of my desperate pees Some desperate pees and desperate holding I did the past few days. Felt like sharing them ❤️ Submitter VanCanto99 Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Peeing  
  14. Jimmy Olsen

    The Little Selkie

    Mal looked in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the beach hundreds of feet below. He had been looking for birds, crabs, seashells, cloud formations, or whatever else would look good in a photograph. His attempts to throw a college art project together didn't go so well on the public beach. There were too many people in the way, and one girl in particular he wanted to avoid. Now he was atop a cliff not far away, his camera hanging from a strap on his shoulder, as he stood in a spellbound state and stared at the things that were coming out of the sea. First he had thought them to be a trick of the light. When they surfaced, it was clear they were things rather than reflections of things. As they crawled and loped onto shore he thought they were seals, but it soon became clear they weren't. A shiver came to Mal's body with the realization that they were something truly strange. He expected to recognize them immediately, as if it were only some optical illusion or hallucination that made them look like something out of the ordinary. But they only looked more eldritch as his eyes focused. They had dark glistening skin like newts or leeches, but their eyes had a strange sparkle. There were mere suggestions of limbs rather than actual legs or fins. Three were on the shore now, while another three puppet-like heads had surfaced. They were clumsy on land, but something about them looked artful and clever. It was all very strange. Mal had been willing to entertain the possibility that they were dinosaurs, or even dragons. But soon he stopped even trying to place them, and sought only to observe them. Finally he remembered his camera. His expensive digital camera with the great zoom function. He snatched it up, pointed it in the general direction of the secluded stretch of beach where the creatures were coming ashore. It was still on maximum zoom from the seagulls he had been photographing earlier, and, when he put his eye to the eyepiece, he was surprised to see a nude woman stretching out her arms. He lowered the camera, thinking he was somehow seeing a different part of the shore. It turned out he had pointed the camera in the right direction. There was a redheaded young woman stretching herself next to the six unidentified animals. Or was it seven? There was an indistinct lump that could have been a seventh animal. Having returned the camera to the default view, he looked through it again, and slowly zoomed in, snapping pictures all the time. The woman kept smiling and stretching, and glancing at the Protean creatures every now and then. The extra sharpness of the picture didn't help Mal to identify the figures. They were still semi-symmetrical globs pseudopods of some sort. Their skin was muted shades of blue and green, and seemed now to be made up of something like scales. Things that could have been mouths and nostrils, and things that were definitely gills, appeared before him. But it was the eyes that attracted his attention like magnets. They could have almost belonged to dogs. Or even, perhaps, humans. Mal's curiosity and anxiety turned to fear and disgust when the back of one of the beast split open. It was red underneath. The gash widened and widened until it ran the length of the spine...assuming it had a spine. Then the red mass inside started to rise out, like the globby redness that oozes from a cherry pie when the knife slides in. In no more than a minute, the entire skin had been pulled away from the muscle and bones, and what almost looked like a red copy of the animal was scrambling across the sand. But it didn't bleed. It seemed all right. The woman smiled as it freed itself from the skin, and many of its brethren were now splitting apart. Mal realized that the small seventh shape was a discarded skin. But where was the thing that had molted it? The red and pink seal-shaped monsters stretched and squeezed and kneaded themselves until they were shaped like people. Then they actually became people. Women with red hair and blue eyes. They stretched, then walked, and ran, and leaped, and danced about. They seemed to forget about their skins as they enjoyed the warm sand and the cool breeze and everything else around them. One of the skins, which had been kicked off in a hurry, was now draped across a large, pointed rock. Mal had a naughty idea. ------------------ "Hey, Malford, it's me, Rochelle!" a young woman in a powder blue bathing suit called out to her old classmate. She squinted her hazel eyes in the sun as she removed her sunglasses and brushed her wind-whipped brown hair out of her face, hoping to make herself more recognizable. The young man looked at her stoically for a second, then went back to gathering up his things, paying no attention to the girl. Rochelle wasn't dissuaded. They'd been friends last year in high school, and, despite a little awkwardness the day of their graduation ceremony, she assumed they were still friends. She tiptoed across the hot sand to meet him. "Whatcha got there?" she asked as she saw the odd thing he had draped over his arm. "It's nothing," Mal answered curtly. "Look, I don't have time to talk. I'm working against a deadline. I've got a complicated project for my photography course." "Ooh, can I see it when it's done?" "Sure. You still got the same e-mail address?" "Yeah. So what is that?" She reached out and touched the strange cloth Mal was holding. It felt at the same time like fine silk, the wing of a butterfly, and the belly of a garter snake. It was a beautiful blue, but only showed its color where the light hit it straight on. "Careful, it's rare." "But what is it?" "It's a long story." He folded it up carefully and put it in a duffel bag with the rest of his things. After a few more pleasantries and dodged questions, Mal was off, and Rochelle was wondering if she had offended him. But mostly she was wondering about the cloth he had carried. Something about it utterly fascinated her from the instant her brain had registered the sensation of her fingertips touching it. That fascination was growing every second. But she hadn't lost sight of the destination where she'd been heading before she sighted Mal. A bunker-like cement building painted tan housed the public restrooms. Rochelle had much time to think as she stood in line. She'd gotten the impression Mal had just found the cloth. So if she could just backtrack the way she'd seen him coming, maybe she could find where he had gotten it, and what it was. Her obsession grew, her patience diminished, and soon she abandoned the slowly-moving line in favor of her quest. A strange feeling came upon her while she was making her way along the winding cliffside. She didn't know what it was, but it frightened as well as excited her. As she was rounding a bend, she caught sight of a triangular rock that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. The rock had been enough to catch her attention, but she could see something behind it, just peeking out of the edge. The girl's blood pressure jumped. That something was covered with blood. When she came in full view of the thing she had glimpsed, she put her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't scream, or even gasp, but her eyes were wide and her tan skin was starting to turn white. In the sand lay a human corpse that had been skinned from head to toe. Every muscle was fully exposed for her to see. Tendons, ligaments, and even mammary glands could be spotted amongst the glistening red meat. The scavengers were keeping their distance. There was no pool of blood or stench of decay or any other sign of decomposition. It looked as clean as a freshly-butchered hog. This orderliness made the grisly sight even more unnerving to the faint-hearted young woman. But this horror was nothing compared to what came next. Just as Rochelle's rational mind was starting to kick in and she thought about whether she should go back and tell a lifeguard or call 911 right now, she saw the body move. Slowly, it sat up. Rochelle shrieked. When it was in an upright position, the stringy red eyelids on the skinless face opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes. Rochelle's screams were soon suppressed into squeaks and gasps as her breath left her. But she lost control of more than just her voice. Rochelle's bikini began to turn a darker shade of blue in a spot just behind where her thighs met. Her body wobbled as she tried to fight gravity and the loss of her strength and oxygen. The large navy blue spot reached forwards, backwards, and sideways, until it met the borders of the fabric and liquid began to run down her legs like streams of rainwater coursing over the lips of an overburdened gutter. The skinned fiend opened its mouth, revealing paradoxically white teeth, and spoke. "I have the same problem with this human body. Sometimes liquid leaks from between my legs." ------------------ When Rochelle sat up from the couch, she hoped it had all been a dream. It hadn't. There was a strange redhead in her apartment, wearing some of her spare clothes, staring at her with those creepy blue eyes. Rochelle hadn't really slept. It was late, but she wasn't counting on getting any sleep this night. She had just laid down to collect her wits, to get a grasp on this strange situation. But she had drifted into a sort of half-sleep, perhaps because her brain wanted to shut down and leave reality behind. "Your name is Rochelle Reincken, is it not?" the mysterious woman said. "I can't even remember if I introduced myself," Rochelle said. "What's your name, anyway?" "I can't seem to make the right sounds with this throat or these lips. But the name of my people is 'Selkie.' I heard your name when I was learning from you while you rested. I hope you don't mind. I was desperate to know things." "Learning from me?" asked Rochelle, squinting in confusion. "Listening to your thoughts. I thought I could learn enough to solve my problems. I heard very little in your mind, but I did pick out what I thought was your name." "Yeah, I'm Rochelle Reincken. Your problem is that you need your skin back, I understand that much...except you have skin now, so I guess I don't understand. God, this is all so crazy." "I have two more urgent problems, and I need to call upon your knowledge of the human body to determine how to solve them. The first problem is a pain I have here." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm not surprised. In the last couple hours you've eaten a dead pelican, two fast food meals, including the paper the burgers were wrapped in, then I let you into my fridge...I'm kind of regretting that...and you ate four hard boiled eggs and eight raw eggs, all with the shells on, a head of lettuce, a dozen carrots, and a bowl of leftover chili, then I chased you out of the fridge and you ate a dozen bananas without peeling them or taking off the stickers, and probably every other piece of fruit around here. I just got groceries last night, too. "I need energy for my magic. Maintaining this false skin requires much magical energy. Don't worry about the ill effects of the things you say aren't edible. Even in this human body, I possess enough intrinsic magic to protect myself from poisons." "But my point is that's why you have a tummyache. Your stomach is too full. Don't worry about it. It will feel better as you digest your food...which I paid for." "I'm sorry if you are displeased, but I need false skin and a large magical reserve if I'm going to inconspicuously locate my skin and steal it back. "No offense, but that's not gonna work. There's nothing inconspicuous about you. When I brought you home, you didn't know what a door was. You didn't even understand clothes. How do you think you're going to function in human society without attracting unwanted attention?" "I don't know. But right now I have a more urgent problem." "Right, you did say two problems, didn't you?" "I have a second pain lower in the body. Not a pain so much as a...I think 'tingling' is the best word." "Hmm...Oh! I bet you have to pee." "That's the word you used when you spoke of the unwanted liquid outpouring that happened in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yeah, but don't go telling anybody I did that. You're probably getting that tingling because you have to pee, so I'll show you where the bathroom is." "I still don't understand 'pee' fully, and I don't understand 'bathroom' at all. All I know is that, when I take the form of my human ancestors for substantial lengths of time, I have problems with liquid pouring out of my body. Some of the other Selkies have had it happen too." Rochelle blushed. She really didn't want to explain. "How about you do that mind-reading thing to find out all about it? That'll be faster than using words, right?" "Yes, that should work." The fire-haired stranger put the palm of her cold hand on Rochelle's forehead. "Concentrate on the area of knowledge you want me to absorb." "This isn't working," Rochelle heard her say after a few moments. Are you thinking about the subject?" "Yeah." "I can't learn about it." "You sure?" Rochelle was dreading a verbal explanation. One of the reasons she never wanted to have children was to avoid having to potty train anyone. Now it looked like this strange being from the sea needed just such a lesson. "All I can really understand is that bathrooms are a place human females go to in pairs or groups. The rest of the subject eludes me. It's as if your mind is hiding it all behind a dark veil." Rochelle blushed again. She realized it must be because she was unconsciously censoring herself. This was a shameful subject, after all. "I guess I'll have to tell you. Follow me to the bathroom." Rochelle winced as she remembered. "Actually, the plumbing's been acting up. I can't trust the toilet to flush. I need to talk to the landlord about that again. In the meantime, we'll have to use the public bathroom on the first floor." "What is this 'bathroom'?" "It's the place where you can pee." "Can't I pee anywhere? You peed inside your swimming clothes on the beach." "You can but you shouldn't. So hold it." The woman held out her hands. "What do I need to hold?" "Your pee. Hold it inside." She put her hands inside her pants and gripped the flesh between her legs. "That won't help. Well, maybe it will, but don't do it when people are watching. At the very least, keep your hands outside of your clothes when you hold yourself." "The tingling is getting worse. What should I do?" "I don't know how to explain how to hold it in. But please figure out a way. We're going to the bathroom, and you need to stay dry until we get there." "Why does peeing happen? Why can't we control it?" "It happens because you drink liquids. They have to go somewhere." "I suppose. My skin is full of magic that benefits my body in many ways, so I never think much about how my organs work. I've never noticed peeing happening while in my skin." "Lucky you." As they left Rochelle's apartment, the strange woman asked, "Am I right to think it is taboo to let water pour out of you at any place except in the confines of a bathroom?" "Yes." "So what you did inside your swimming clothes is forbidden?" "Yes, but please don't mention it. And don't talk like this when you're not in my apartment. There could be people..." As if on cue, Rochelle saw someone headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. It was a tall man with dark skin, short black hair, and a friendly smile. "Hi, Ben." "Hey, Rochelle. Who's your friend?" "You may call me 'Selkie.' It would be most accurate." Rochelle blushed, but "Selkie" was clearly unaware she was saying anything strange or embarrassing. "I like the accent," Ben commented. "Where are you from?" "The Reykjanes Ridge." "Is that in Ireland?" "It's nearby." "So what are you doing here?" "Right now Rochelle Reincken and I are going to the bathroom together, as human females are wont to do." Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Rochelle wanted to scream, she was so embarrassed. "Let's go, Selkie," she said, and she fled from the embarrassing conversation as quickly as she could without making it obvious that she was running away. "It's the ascending room again," Selkie commented when they reached the elevator. "This is so intriguing." "It's called an elevator. It's going to take us down to where the bathrooms are." "How does it work?" "Don't worry about it. Actually, maybe you should. If you take your mind off your pee it should keep you from peeing your pants." "The peeing of pants is what you did on the beach, is it not?" "Yes, that's the right phrase. But don't mention that again. It's embarrassing." "Ah! Because you are ashamed of accidentally violating a taboo." "Yeah. I don't want to pee my pants, and neither should you. Nobody does." "Except inside a bathroom." "No! You don't pee your pants there either. You pee in a toilet." "A toilet is something inside a bathroom?" Rochelle relaxed her neck until her head bumped into the wall of the elevator. "This is going to be a hard lesson to teach," she muttered to herself. On the ground floor, they walked to the lobby where the closest restrooms were. "Just keep remembering you don't want to pee your pants under any circumstances," Rochelle whispered. "You take them off first." Selkie reached for the fly of her jeans. "No! Not now!" When inside the bathroom, Selkie again tried to take off her pants, but Rochelle again stopped her. Someone at the sink noticed this happening in the mirror, and turned around in puzzlement. "Hi, Rochelle!" said the perky blonde. "Oh, hi, Jenna," Rochelle said, again wanting to wince. "God, I didn't know you still lived here! I haven't seen you in ages." "Yeah, I'm working some crazy hours these days." "Please tell me what to do soon," Selkie said. Rochelle noticed she was now holding her crotch. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I have to. I'm very close to peeing my pants." "What?!? Jenna exclaimed." "This is my friend Selkie. We're coming back from a little girls' night out, and she had too much to drink." "Yes, I drank very much, it has to go somewhere." "You're in trouble, then," Jenna remarked with a laugh. "All the stalls are taken." "Just my luck!" Rochelle bemoaned. "Are there toilets inside the stalls?" Selkie asked. "Why don't you just go in the men's room? That's what I always do in a situation like this. It's never full." "I can't take Selkie into the men's bathroom! She's too innocent!" "Huh?" "I don't want to be in there with guys. She doesn't know how to handle herself." "I don't?" "No, you don't." Jenna gave Rochelle a quizzical look. "Please take me somewhere where I can pee without breaking a taboo, Rochelle Reincken," Selkie said. "Fine, we'll go to the men's room," Rochelle said. She couldn't say no to those big blue pleading eyes. "I'll watch the door for you," Jenna volunteered. "I don't think any guys'll mind waiting for you. Especially if they see how cute you are." Inside the empty men's room, Rochelle began to lecture Selkie. "Take your pants down to your knees and sit down." Selkie obliged, and Rochelle cradled her head in her hands and groaned. "Selkie, that's not a toilet," she said in a pained voice. "That's a sink." The redhead lifted her rear end out of the sink and prepared to hop down. But the countertop around the sink was wet, and her hands and legs slipped. She flew sideways and landed bottom-first on the tile floor. "I peed," Selkie announced. Indeed, there was a puddle growing around her. But it was worse than just that. "You didn't pull down your underwear," Rochelle said, once again burying her face in her hands. "You only mentioned the pants. Will I be punished now?" "No." "Later, then?" "Don't worry about it. Nobody here will punish you for peeing your pants." "But it is a taboo, is it not?" "Yes, but it's not a law." "Then how is it enforced?" "It's hard to explain. Just don't worry about anyone around here punishing you." "I feel excellent." "What?!? Why?" "The peeing felt good, because it removed the tingling pain. My human body is now devoid of bad feelings. Correction: The two lumps of flesh just above the tops of my legs are sore." "Get up. I'll show you how to use a toilet, for future reference." Rochelle helped Selkie off the floor, and she pulled up her jeans. The seat of her pants was already soaked, and the front began to darken as well when the denim came into contact with the wet panties. "The pee is pleasantly warm," Selkie commented with a smile. "It feels like blood, but I am uninjured." "Here's what to do next time," Rochelle said. She was in a stall with the door left wide open. She loosened her belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped her faded hip-hugging jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Then she did the same with her lime green cotton hipsters. "You sit down on the toilet like this, after making sure the seat is down." "But the seat is up." "That's the lid. It's different." "Why is there both a lid and a seat?" "Don't worry about it. You sit down and you let go of your pee." Rochelle spurted and sputtered. It was a little hard to get going while Selkie was watching and scrutinizing with wide blue eyes. But she managed to initiate the stream, which continued until she was almost empty. After a few squirt gun-like blasts to the inside of the bowl, her bladder was fully voided. "Your pee isn't nearly as yellow as mine," Selkie observed "It's different colors at different times. I'm not sure why." "Why have you never inquired or researched the different pee colors?" "Because it's taboo. We don't talk about it." "Don't you have to talk about it?" "Sometimes. But we prefer to avoid it. Just like we prefer to avoid peeing our pants." "That is why you wish to avoid talking about your peeing in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yes! Don't talk about it again!" Rochelle scolded for what felt like the hundredth time. Then she returned to the lesson. "Now that I've peed in the toilet, I wipe the extra pee off my body so it doesn't get my clothes wet." She got some toilet paper and dabbed at her wet parts. "Then I flush the pee along with the paper." "Where does all that water and pee and paper go?" "Into a lot of pipes." "Where do the pipes go?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "I want to learn about the dry world so I can go about in it long enough to recover my skin. My life depends on it." For the first time, Rochelle felt truly sad for Selkie. "What happens if you can't get your skin back?" "I won't be able to breathe underwater, so I won't be able to go home. If I stay away from the sea for too long, my magic will drain away. No amount of food can help that. When I have no magic, my tissues will no longer be able to stay together without skin, and my organs will fail. I will die." "We'll go up to my room and get started right away," Rochelle said forcefully as she pulled up her pants. "You'll learn from my mind, and with that knowledge we can make a plan." "I can also teach you from my mind." "Great! I know how to find the person who took your skin, and I'm sure we can get it back from him without betraying your people's secret. How long can you live without your skin, anyway?" "I don't know. No Selkie has had to die that way for centuries." "And you won't die that way, either. I may not understand the situation, but I know I won't let that happen to you." When Rochelle exited the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten another situation. Jenna was still waiting outside, as were a trio of college-age boys. Rochelle could see each one of their faces light up as they saw a pair of beautiful girls their age and a chance to talk to them. It was also obvious when each one noticed Selkie's wet spot. "Thanks for waiting, guys," Rochelle said. Sorry about that. "No problem," one of the boys said. "Are you all right?" Jenna asked Selkie as everyone around pretended not to stare at her wet spot. "No. I peed my pants." "She'll be all right," Rochelle assured. "Now we're going back to Rochelle Reincken's room," Selkie continued, "where she will punish me." Rochelle hastily led Selkie to the stairs. "Why aren't we taking the box that ascends and descends?" the confused girl asked. "We might run into people there, and I don't want to share an elevator with them and have to explain our situation. So we'll take the stairs, where there are less people. By the way, I'm not going to punish you for peeing your pants. I thought I already made that clear." "You said no one down there would punish me. I thought you were reserving that duty for yourself." "No. You won't be punished at all." "I feel wonderful!" "I wish I did." "These 'stairs' are a lot of work to climb," Selkie commented after making it up two flights. "I wish I could swim up to the floor where your room is." "I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to get used to using your legs." "Legs are fun to use every so often, but I wouldn't want to have to depend on them all the time." On the sixth floor they again encountered Rochelle's friend Ben. Selkie spoke before Rochelle could say anything. "I see you're staring at my pants. I wet them because my journey to a toilet was delayed. But don't worry about me; I will receive no punishment." Ben looked at her dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, Selkie smiled. Rochelle led the girl away from the boy, all the while suppressing the urge to chomp down on her own hand. Back in the privacy of her apartment the two fared better. From Rochelle, Selkie learned about things like cars, makeup, and money. What she needed to know to get around in this world of dry land. Rochelle, in turn, learned about the Selkies. Their ancestors were strange sea monsters who took human brides. Magic allowed the women to live in the dark undersea abode, where their descendants now live in happiness. But female Selkies take after their ancestral mothers, and have an inborn homesickness for the land above. To this day, they take excursions to deserted shores, slough off the inconvenient skins that contain their gills and most of their magical attributes, and enjoy the land and air and Sun. They can do this because their bodies under their skin can be reshaped into the ancestral form, and they have enough magic residing within themselves to fashion temporary false skins that make them look and feel even more human. But their skins are essential to them. They protect them from drowning, disease, the blindness they would otherwise have so deep underwater, and the ill effects of high water pressure. They also, Rochelle could infer, protect them from the need to urinate and defecate. And so Selkies think nothing more of their food once they have swallowed it. Even though a Selkie's skin is so important, this Selkie had become so intoxicated by the feeling of being on land that she hadn't kept an eye on it. Then, when it was time to follow her older sisters back home, she couldn't find it, and realized a land-dwelling person or thing must have crept in and stolen it away. "My mind is spinning," Rochelle said once the two were done sharing their thoughts. "There's so much to take in. I know I said we would draw up a plan tonight, but I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm going to try to get some sleep, although that's probably impossible." "You have trouble sleeping?" Selkie asked, sounding concerned. "Not normally, but my mind is racing right now. I've been through so much today." "You should rest." "I'll try." "Here," Selkie said, coming close to Rochelle. "I know a trick that will help you." ------------------ It was a beautiful morning, and Selkie was so glad she was up here where she could see the Sun shining down on the Earth. She got out of bed and stretched, as if she were coming out of her skin. How she longed to have that skin back. Still, this body had definite plusses. She felt one of the minuses instantly, but knew how to remedy it. She got dressed, took the elevator down to the ground floor, greeting Rochelle's friends and acquaintances as she met them, and made her way to the bathroom. She followed Rochelle's directions perfectly this time, pulling down both her panties and her pants, and sitting on the toilet's seat even though it hurt her sore buttocks. She only deviated from the instructions by letting out a moan of satisfaction as the urine was released from her aching bladder. She covered her mouth, and felt shameful for doing something that seemed like it should be a taboo. If she had known a little more, or been able to read human expressions better, she would have known that leaving the stall door open was also taboo. But none of the women who saw her sitting there said anything, so how could she know? When she was done, she wiped herself, stared in amazement as the toilet flushed, pulled back up her panties and pants, and washed her hands. Back up in Rochelle's room, she got some things together, then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for her meeting with Malford Poynter today. She had learned enough from Rochelle's mind to feel confident that she could solve this problem. There was the other, minor problem of the pain she felt in her lower abdomen, but she wasn't worried about that. Her knowledge from Rochelle told her what implements were located in which drawers, and what most of the things in the medicine cabinet were. She knew how to apply makeup, fix hair, and do everything else she needed to look pretty. But she knew she didn't need much. She had a beautiful face with silky brown hair, and her own blue eyes worked well in the ensemble. Before turning the light off, Selkie glanced at the bathtub. There, half-submerged in red-tinted water, lay what was left of Rochelle Reincken. "Thanks for everything."
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