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  1. Ranganath

    indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  2. biondi

    female self video

    pretty girl films herself peeing nude on toilet Aeysa-6.mp4
  3. pretty sure her videos have been seen here. this one is new. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c04654e785e6
  4. Version 1.0.0

    864 downloads

    The title says most of it, desperate Japanese office ladies have large accidents in a wide array of clothing options. Enjoy, Rach

    Free

  5. View File JAV - EE-245 - Office Ladies Having Accidents The title says most of it, desperate Japanese office ladies have large accidents in a wide array of clothing options. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/19/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing  
  6. Chapter 1 Mrs. Clemens ran into the school at the start of the day. She tossed her empty coffee into the garbage can. Having forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home, and then guzzling down her coffee only worsened things. Her bladder felt hard and heavy, aching so bad she almost just wanted to pee her pants right there. She ran up to the bathroom, a one person’s room, there was one for ladies and one for men, and she shoved her key in and tried to turn, but no good. Sweating, shaking, she knocked on the door fast and with force. “Um, um, are you almost done in there?” asked the desperate thirty-year-old. “In a minute.” With her bag hanging over her arm, Mrs. Clemens kept her legs tight together as her feet paced back and forth. She saw a couple student walked by and giggled. Embarrassing. She pushed her hands up against her crotch and crossed her legs. She felt herself losing control, her eye widening, the pain so bad. The pee inside slowly moving through her crotch, trying to push the cracks of her crotch opened and flood her underwear and pants. “No, no, no, no!” she freaked out. She was about to knock again when the door opened, and Mrs. Clemens ran in, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them and her white panties down, and spreading her legs as she sat on that toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. A loud stream shot out of her, splashing the toilet water sending drops at her ass that were cold. The sweet relief as she sat down letting it all out, avoding a major accident. After a minute, she flushed, got her pants back up, washed her hands and went to her class to start the day. Mrs. Michaud was a tall woman. Amazon lady-like tall. Her long, muscular legs made her 40-year-old body still seem like early thirties, late twenties and a ten on the hottie scale. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a long ponytail, and she wore black nylons over her tall legs, with a dark red short skirt over it. Her torso was covered by a tight black sweater. It was only the beginning of May, and a good two months of school left. The sun blazed onto the high school making teachers and students like Michaud sweat. “Jesus,” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She guzzled a large portion of her big water bottle and her throat expanded and gulped as it all went into her body. Across the hall Ms. Lee, who was getting married at the end of the school year. She was a thin, hot blonde in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair lased over her shoulders as a tight gray top stretched over her boobs. Her black jacket was more for show than need, since it was so hot, she wish she had not worn it. Her tight black jeans showed off her sexy crotch and ass and cut off at the ankles where she wore brown heels. Her XL Ice Coffee from the donut shop this morning both perked her up and cooled her off. Mrs. Clemens, although her marriage seemed on the rocks lately, she remained optimistic. After all despite a tiny bit of chubby around the hips and legs, those tight blue jeans, white t-shirt with a black sweater tight over it showed off her classy, figure. Her short brown hair hung over her ears, and she wore brown shoes that had the back cut off which allowed people to see her white socks. She sat with her feet up on her desk, ankles crossed, and read aloud to her students from the poem they were reviewing. “And to the wind, comes the night, let the rivers flow and-,” just then, Mrs. Clemens was cut off by a slight tingling in her lower body. A familiar pressure. Not even close to bad. But a slight annoyance as she felt it push up again here and there. Perhaps she should not have had her morning coffee so fast and guzzled down that can of cola from the teacher’s break room vending machine. She whistled quietly to herself as a student read on. The first bell of the day rang, and classes ended. Everyone headed out. Mrs. Tuley, a physics teacher, had her class on the other side of the school today as most of the rooms on the other side of the school was being renovated. Construction left holes in the walls, power lines turned off, and the plumbing exposed. Some classrooms were still opened, but it was still a hassle for some. Mrs. Tuley dismissed her class, and thank the heavens the teacher’s lavatory was right next to the computer lab. She unlocked it with her designated key, and went in to do her business. Down the hall came Mrs. Clemens, her nice ass shaking back and forth. For thirty-years-old, she still looked pretty good. She stuck her key in the teacher’s lavatory door, tried to turn it, but it felt like it did not move. She grabbed the handle and tried turning it, but no good. She tried harder turning the key, but nothing. She knocked, and heard from the inside, “Occupied.” Mrs. Clemens sighed as she stood against the wall across from the bathroom. Her hands in her pockets, whistling quietly. The remaining of her morning coffee that had not made it out this morning since it had not reached her bladder yet, mixed with the digested cola. Such a hot day. She walked over to the drinking fountain and took a long sip. She saw Mrs. Michaud and Ms. Lee walking towards the bathroom so she hurried back so she could remain in front. Michaud was right behind her, Lee at the end, and each motioned their hips back and forth as they waited for the toilet…. To be continued…
  7. biondi

    overflowing the toilet

    This is a question for people who squat to pee and specially for those who use squat toilets regularly: has ever happen to you to overflow the toilet with your stream and end up un the floor ? If yes what have you done ?
  8. I don't recall this being posted here, or anywhere.: https://thisvid.com/videos/nice-amateur-woman-wets-her-panties-on-the-toilet-and-masturbates/
  9. biondi

    would you rather pee

    scenario: you have to pee a lot and the only toilet is broken and basically abandoned, the only two places awaylable there are the floor or an empity trashcan, which one of those two would you pick to pee and why ?
  10. S333-2

    pee-wipe-pee-wipe?

    Well im not sure if this question is right here, but i hope it is. I recently realized that many/some girls pee then wipe (or not wipe and pull up panties or go a few steps), and then pee a second time (or even 3rd .. ). Does some1 here pee a second time shortly after having finished? (male aswell) Why do you do that? I know.. kinda weird question, but thanks ;P
  11. biondi

    female self video

    a very cute girl films herself peeing on the toilet _-43931796062.mp4
  12. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  13. Papergami

    Tsunade's greatest relief (Request)

    From the album: My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions for around $5. You can see more on my Deviantart page: https://papergami.deviantart.com/
  14. This is one of the best video I ever saw for its innocence and naturality, it should follow the rules because the girls know they are filmed and it was uploaded on youtube, basically a girl decides to film her friends in the toilet, one is using the toilet, the other couldn't wait, lastly I don't know what they are saying, the language should be tai in case someone know how to translate it pav-----------4---.mp4
  15. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  16. Word Count: 5,112 words, about the same they did for me on their request. Enjoy! ***************************************************************************** Monica smiled as she rolled around in her bed peacefully. A twenty-year old girl with a lightly-tan-skin body that was not too short, or too tall. She laid in bed with her legs spread open in her black short shorts and white t-shirt where her moderate breasts rested in. While she did not do sports in college, she kept her days of swimming and running track on her high school teams in her agenda which she did at least three times a week at the gym. Her body was just the right skinny, but some muscle on her arms and legs, and a cute face that when she smiled or laughed made you blush and want to smile back. It was Saturday, and Monica had to be at work by early afternoon for her shift at the town diner. “Ah, nam, nam,” she said through her teeth as she yawned and woke up from her slumber. She turned to look at her alarm clock, and her eyes almost popped out of her head. It was NOT on! “What the hell?!?” Monica looked to the side and saw it unplugged from the wall. Maybe it was her cat, or someone moved it by accident. “Oh, no, no, no, no!” Monica ran and grabbed her cell phone from the charger on her dresser and looked at the time: “SHIT!” She yelled. Her shift was to start in twenty minutes at the diner. She overslept. Monica looked left and right trying to find clothes. The owner of the diner did not care too much about how workers dressed, if no designs or anything were on their clothes or rips. She pulled her black shift with buttons on the chest since it looked so nice tight around her breasts, yet hanged on the sides of her body just enough to show she kept skinny and in shape. She pulled off her short shorts and black panties and bra, and was 100% naked, except for the tie that kept her brown hair in a small ponytail. “I can’t believe this shit,” Monica said, angry that she overslept and barely had time for a shower. She pulled a towel out of her dresser and was about to run into the hall, barely covering it around her when she heard someone inside her dorm room; but it wasn’t her roommate, Jessica. “Wow!” said Jessica’s boyfriend, Will. He laid out in Jessica’s bed, naked across. As much as Monica felt her hormones rage off like a water wave she crossed her legs and pulled the towel around her just tight enough, but barely had a grip on the other end. Monica really did try to stop starring at the 22-year-old college senior who was on the football team. Those abs, those side muscles, damn! “I got to say Monica. Jess is hot, but you-.” By accident, the towel that she had a small grip on flicked through her fingers and fell off her body, exposing her again. Even through her tan skin one could see her tan facial cheeks blush red. “Monica, the hell?!?” Jessica said as she stood at the door of their room in a bathrobe and hair tied up wet in a towel. Monica’s eyes widened and popped out of her head as the humiliation of this made her heart sink and throat close. “Oh my gosh, Jess, I…um, I-.” “What the hell, are you two flirting?” Jessica said in a rage. “No, it’s not like that,” Monica said. “It’s all an accident.” “I thought you were cool, but here you are, like every other skank in this college. Your naked still!” Monica looked down and saw her bare breasts, legs, crotch, and ass that Will admired so much, he did not notice the argument between the female roommates. “Get the hell out!” Jessica yelled as she grabbed Monica’s clothes for work and tossed them at her, and pushed her into the hallway. She kept tossing shit as Monica stumbled down the halls, past the co-ed bathroom. “Get out of here.” “Jess, please, I gotta shower-.” Jess through a can of spray deodorant at her and almost hit Monica’s head. As Monica saw other people exit their rooms to see what the noise was, she ran nearly naked out of there. She turned a corner in the hall and let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can never reason with her. Bitch!” Monica grunted as she sprayed the deodorant all over her body, put on her white socks, white panties and bra, light-tan shorts that dropped just below the knees so her awesome calves could still be seen fully, and put on her black dress shirt and headed out. As she drove to work, she was almost there and due to make it, but felt a tingling inside of her lower belly. “Oh, great!” she complained. Due to Jessica’s unreasonable outrage, Monica had to skip by the bathroom and did not get a chance for a proper show (though, she didn’t smell that bad) but more importantly, her first pee of the day still rested in her bladder with a slight, heavy and heated pressure poking at her waist from the inside. She dug her hand into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat, just to keep herself from becoming desperate and feeling the pee sensation grow. As she went through the last light before work, she looked and saw a fire hydrant open with people cooling off in the water it sprayed. Seeing the spraying water in that force especially made her bladder rock to the left and right just a bit. She pulled into the diner’s parking lot, and went inside. “Hey Monica,” three workers said as she passed them. She smiled with that adorable smile and waved. A couple regular customers of the many regular customers of this small-town diner waved as well. When she got to the back of the diner which had two bathrooms, one for men, one for women, each with one toilet and sink each, she grabbed the doorknob of the women’s room and tried to turn it. “The hell?” Monica said. Her looked of concern as she tried to turn the jammed knob saw the words: OUT OF ORDER-USE MEN’S, on a sign on the door. She through her arms out to the side and bounced. She forgot, that’s right, they had some problems with the toilet yesterday, it would not flush every time. She turned to the men’s room and grabbed the knob, but it too was locked. She knocked. “I’m in here,” someone said from the inside. Monica dragged a hand down her face knowing it would be one of those days. Her boss Pete called her saying they needed help with the tables. She was just a bust girl, supposed to setup tables, and clean them after customers were done. But things got so chaotic here what choice was there? “Be there in a second Pete!” Monica called out to the front of the diner. She had her arms folded across her chest, one leg out as her foot tapped as she tried to focus off her bladder and the slight discomfort in gave her. She gave a bounce up and down just twice, very apart from each other. After a couple minutes she knocked and asked, “Um, I’m sorry, “she blushed, so cute because the poor girl really did feel bad about annoying the occupant. “I’m sorry, but are you almost done?” “Give me a minute!” the occupant, clearly a man, said. She had not even heard him flush yet. “Isn’t there a women’s bathroom like right there, literally?” “Sir, um…it’s actually out of order.” This was so embarrassing. Oh, why did Jessica have to be so cruel. “Jeez. Well, that’s not my problem.” She heard him making a heavy coughing sound. “MONICA!” Pete yelled. Monica turned around and bit onto her bottom lip in annoyance. “Man!” Her arms to her side as she gave two big steps with her right foot just to shake off the discomfort. Looks like she would have to hold in her first pee of the day a little longer. Half an hour had passed, and man, it was almost lunchtime but they had already been crazy busy. Plus, in this state it got hotter earlier in the year, so it felt like a hot summer day in early March. Sun shined through the windows, the only AC in the diner was a fan on the counter, Monica sweated with the other works as she pranced around wiping table one after the other. That half hour felt like only minutes because they were so busy. Every now and again Monica would look towards the bathrooms and see it either closed, or open with the toilet in view, but while finishing up the table she would be on, another man or woman would go occupy it making Monica whisper, “Shit on a block of shit!” to herself. As her first hour of working was complete, she felt the pressure grow in her bladder a bit more. She took the last sip of orange juice from her glass that she poured because man she was thirsty and didn’t even get breakfast this morning, so her strength was not up to par either. While she was no dancing for her life for the potty yet, it did become noticeably heavy and give a warm, punctured-feeling that made her face twitch, her pretty face frown to each side as she motioned her hips as she bent over the tables and kept her mind off needing to pee. “Man, I better get in there soon.” Monica said looking at the bathroom, whose door opened. Monica’s heart leaped in joy and relief as she saw she had no tables to work on and could finally pee her brains out. She walked to the bathroom keeping her legs tight towards her crotch and tried to look like she was fine, not giving away her need to go to the public, and passed the old woman who walked out. “Excuse me dear. Something wrong with the d-.” “Mhm, yes.” Monica sweated and was a bit jumpy as she turned to the lady and said, “I’ll take care of that in just a sec mam.” Monica ran into the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, and unbuttoned her shorts which let a load of pressure off her bladder ready to leak, and pull them and her pretty white panties with a pink flower on the crotch as design, down. She sat, bare butt, when suddenly her face changed from relief to horror as the bathroom door started to swing open. Monica’s heart stopped as she leaped up and closed it, locking it back up. She sat down again, no pants on, not a drop of pee had left her bladder yet, when the door started to open again, and a couple of cute guys who went to her school sat at a table down the hall and looked at her pants down on the toilet and they smiled like all their dreams come true. Monica on the other hand turned red, shut the door, locked it, but it kept becoming undone. “The hell?!?” The old lady pushed the door open making Monica yell, “hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!” as she pulled her panties and pants up. She breathed heavy as this was all getting too much for the poor college sweetheart. “I’m sorry, dear,” the old lady said. “I was saying, the door is broken and won’t stay closed. I had to use my foot.” “Gotta be…thank you mam. Excuse me.” She went to find Pete as her bladder fought against her will to hold now more than before since she had been so close to peeing and her body was not trying to let that go. She shut her butt cheeks tight, walking with one leg crossing the other, and saw the two guys laugh and whistle as she passed. She shook her head, red and humiliated. “Pete, the bathroom door won’t stay closed.” “Oh yeah, that happened last week.” Pete reached under the counter and pulled out a pin-looking thing. “Stick this in the front lock. It keeps the lock working. We’ll get that fixed when they come here too. The guys fixing the women’s room.” Monica took the pin thing, shaking a little, and walked back to the bathrooms where the old lady still stood. What was her deal? She went already. Monica stuck it into the lock, tested it, and the door was fixed. “Thank God.” Monica said, now ready to take a grand pee. “I’ll say. Thank you, dear!” the old lady said as she closed the door to the bathroom, occupying it. Monica was only able to throw her hands in the air in a WTF moment. “Are you…” she mumbled and grunted every swear word in the book. “Monica! Table three. Now!” Pete screamed. Monica puffed out her cheek and pressed both hands against her crotch. She felt her need serious now as one pulse from her bladder after the other rocked her lower, inner abdomen. She stood at table 3, legs crossed, hands in pockets with her fingers rolling across the outside of her short’s pockets, sweating, and trying to not think about the bathroom and how much she needed it or even how freaking close she was to getting relief a minute ago. It did not help as the customers at the table kept naming different drinks which made her shake her hips back and forth along with her hands doing their thing with the pockets and her crossed legs. She felt her pee trying so hard to escape her body. She felt her belly start to expand just a bit, but pushed against the tightness of her shorts which dug into her and slightly hurt. She winced on her face with the pain it gave, adding pressure to her oh, so full bladder. Seeing Sarah, a waitress, fill a couple at the other table cups with water that poured clear and fresh, seeing and hearing the pouring made Monica shut her eyes and start to bounce. “Are you ok?” the man at her table said. “Oh, um, yes, yes!” Monica said, embarrassed. She uncrossed her legs and hands out of pockets which was so bad on her physically, but she took a pad out and wrote down their drinks and food and brought it to the kitchen for order. Another hour passed. Monica kept trying to get to the bathroom, but each time either her boss or a customer would call her over for something. It was like the whole freaking universe was bent on making her bladder explode. And boy, did it feel like it was going it! As she worked, Monica tried to focus on that instead of her bursting urge to pee. What started as slight discomfort and a small annoyance when she first got here had now become a raging bull that ran and bashed against the inside of her tummy to rip through her skin while popping her bladder. Every pulse felt like a punch to the gut as she kept her legs closed to the top, only walking with little steps, the rest of her legs barely moved as they tried to stay together and hold the tidal wave about to swing out of her urethra. Monica looked down and was in panic as she saw her tummy had stuck out of the bottom of her shirt a little. The button and zipper of her light tan shorts pressed so hard against it and her crotch, that she felt like she wanted to self-destruct. She shook and shook and could not stand this much longer. “Oh man, I gotta pee already!” she said. Monica ran, like ran to the back of the diner to where the bathrooms were. Someone had called her like always, but she was ready to explode any second. The thought of having a graphic accident in her pants in her place of work terrified her. All because her stupid roommate stopped her form getting to the bathroom this morning. Once Monica was in sight of the one bathroom, she almost fell dead. One man, and FOUR women stood in line. The guy was in front and had his arms wrapped around himself and seemed tensed as his foot tapped. Behind him was a thin girl, brown hair, in a purple t-shirt and jeans. Her knees were bent a little as she held her crotch and looked terrified at her own impending outcome. Behind her was a tall girl, tan sexy body, brown hair tied-up, wearing delicious short shorts. Her arms were at her sides with fists made as she kept her legs crossed and tight and bounced. Behind her was a jogger who came in a while ago with black tights, tight gray top, and held one hand on the wall to keep herself up as she squirmed in place. Behind her was a woman who had to be in her thirties, short brown hair, tight white pants and shirt and sandals, and had her hands deep in her crotch under her bloated belly. Monica noticed her nametag on her belt and said: DONNA CHANNY. Monica thought she recognized her as a teacher from her old high school. “Ms. Channy,” Monica said, shaking while trying to be courteous. “What are you doing here?” Ms. Channy looked up and annoyed. “Trying not to have an accident again, Monica. Oooooh! I need to go really, REALLY BAD!” Monica remembered. Ms. Channy had an accident when the toilets broke down in high school. She pissed and shit herself in the halls in front of everyone, and was so humiliated she needed to go to counseling to deal with the trauma. Even then, when she came back no one accepted her. Everyone pointed, laughed, Monica didn’t, but man, all Monica could fear in deep terror now was that her life was so close to becoming like that. Especially with a freaking LINE at the BATHROOM! Monica was about to get behind Ms. Channy as she watched the other girls squirm for their lives as the man took his turn. That’s when she heard, “MONICA!” from Pete, louder and angrier than she ever had before. “Son of a-!” Monica said, as she raced over to Pete, who was at the counter. “What Pete, what?” He handed her a bag of garbage. “Please take that to the dumpster out back.” Monica walked to the back of the diner with it, and that’s when she noticed that back there, no one was in sight. She was out of view. She looked around, and knew no one would notice if she peed behind the dumpster. There really wasn’t a choice at this point. Monica through the bag in, climbed behind the dumpster, tried to unbutton her pants but- “What the?” She pulled at the button, but her tummy had swirled-up so much that it pressed against her zipper and button, and she could not get her fingers in place to undo it so she could take a leak. “Oh, come on, come on, COME ON!” She bent over, head down towards her button, feeling the pressure escalate to new, high levels of agony as her weight pushed up on her bladder. She felt her pee trying to squirt out of her, so she crossed her legs tight. Finally, she got the button undone, zipper down, and belt loose and as she started to pull her pants off- “Excuse me, miss?!?” Monica jumped around, almost going in her pants as she was face-to-face with an officer of the law. “Something going on here?” Monica’s heart raced, she sweated so much some dripped into her eyes and burned them. As if she didn’t have enough pain. “Um, I, I, um, I…..I’m sorry oo-f-ficer,” she jumbled her words due to shaking from her explosive bladder. “I j-j-just, got some trash on my pants before and it got caught on my zipper so I tried to get it out.” The officer seemed to believe her. “Oh, well ok then. My partner went in to grab us some lunch, so we’ll be in our cruiser than for a while scouting the area. Be careful. A thief is on the loose and he’s armed from what witnesses say. Monica thought, Oh, flipping great! There goes that plan! Monica put on a fake smile, showing her bright, white teeth, and took off inside, waving her adorable good-bye to the officer. She got inside and was about to cry from the terror that was about to unfold in her pants. All these people. Maybe she should get out of here? But they were so busy. But then, hope! Monica saw all the women in line before were now back at their tables and relaxed, including Ms. Channy who did have a slight damp mark on her crotch though. Better late than never. Monica looked, and saw the free bathroom. She headed to the back, approached the toilet, and that’s when a man in a black, scruffy uniform walked in front of her, into the bathroom, and stuck a hose of some kind down the toilet that she noticed had no water in the bowl. “What, um?!?” Monica said in fear and agony. “What are you doing?” “We’re here to fix the plumbing sweetheart. We’ll be done within an hour or so. No biggie.” Monica’s eyes widened in fear. BOTH BATHROOMS WERE OUT OF ORDER!!!!!! She had no toilet. Her belly showed from under her shirt, pulse after pulse sending shock waves of fire through her body that made her neck twitch and eyes shut. She was so full of pee she felt queasy and thought she might throw up. Her crotch burned and felt like a giant tire of iron dropped on it. She felt like she was going to start whether she liked it or not any second. SPURT! Monica’s heart stopped. She felt her crotch shoot out a small amount of pee and felt her panties become moist which against her bare skin down there only made her want to release her pent-up pee more. “T-t-this c-c-can’t be happening to me!” She stuttered. Pete called her again. An hour. She would not have a toilet for an hour at most. As she walked back into the diner from the back, she had to walk so slow, and take careful, small steps just to keep herself in control. All she saw and thought as she watched people enjoy their meals, and fellow workers walk around, was the panic that would ensure from the humiliation that was approaching. She was a grown, hard-working woman, and this was not even her fault. Why was this happening to someone so nice? The strength she used to hold in her pee as she brought food to the customers, and bent over to clean up tables, she looked up at the clock swearing an hour went by, but was stunned to see it was only five minutes since she bumped into the plumber in the back. SPURT! Monica froze in terror, in so much pain she closed her eyes tight. She pressed a hand into her crotch, and then noticed her button was undone and zipper halfway down. She jumped around and tried to pull it up, but pushing against her hardened crotch and belly of massive pee amounts they would not budge. Monica grabbed both ends of the button sides of the top of her shorts and pulled, pulled with all her might, making them slowly move towards each other despite her bloated body enduring more pain from the pressure she put on the sides, and with that she felt a SPURT, crossed her legs tight with one foot rubbing up against the top of the other leg, and RIP!!!!! Her button ripped off the right, top end of her shorts and flew somewhere on the floor. Monica still had her belt on, but it barely kept her shorts up, even with the huge pee gut she now had. Part of her panties showed through the front, and a couple guys with a girl walked by and giggled at Monica’s unfortunate predicament which only made her more nervous, about to have a nervous breakdown. She could not psychologically deal with the extreme pain of holding it in and fear of peeing herself in public. She looked down and let out a breath of shock as she saw the exposed part of her panties that showed through her open zipper was yellow. The spurt had stained it with pee. She almost saw a couple of drops darker the shorts over her right leg. “Oh God, oh man!” Monica had tears coming out of her eyes as she felt a huge pressure shoot up through her and almost made her gag. “Ooooohohooooo, GOD!” She shrieked. The constant pulses were so powerful and painful she felt she was going to explode in her panties and soak herself any minute. There had to be a way out of this mess. Monica pulled her keys out of her pocket, ready to drive home to her dorm. But then, she noticed only her car keys were on it. “T-that b-b-bitch!” Monic said, referring to her roommate. It seems Jessica pulled off her dorm key when she threw it at Monica. A sign she doesn’t want her back there. Without the key, she would not be able to get back into her dorm building either. Pete walked up to Monica and said, “Mon, what’s wro---Whoa!” He said, looking down at her exposed panties, making them both blush, her WAY more than him. He watched her shake like crazy, gagging on her words as she could not control her body anymore. “Would you cover that up!” He grabbed a newspaper off the table and gave it to her to put in front of her crotch. She grabbed it, and her shorts almost fell. She kept a tight grip with one hand, newspaper held in the other. “What’s wrong with you?” “P-P-PP-P-Pete!” Monica cried. Shaking and crying she said, “I’m g-g-going to p-p-pee my pants. I need to go to the bathroom, now!” Pete shrugged, not catching on how bad she really did have to go. “Well, the guys are almost done. Give them a few more minutes.” Monica’s vision became blurry. The tears burned her eyes. The pain so bad she dropped the newspaper and let go of her shorts which made them collapse to her ankles. A few people turned around shocked, and covered their smiles as Monica reached down, and pulled them back up. But the quick movement of bending down to get them caused a SPURT-SPURT! Her knees turned inwards, still shaking without control, gagging, belly pushing more and more outwards against her waist, bladder feeling like it was ripping apart inside of her, her crotch burning as she felt like a truck wheel of fire dropped its weight onto her crotch, trying to push out. She heard people around her say, “was she peeing herself?” She heard giggles. She heard, “Oh my God, she’s having an accident. Ha Ha!” She heard the plumbers yell from the back that the bathrooms were finished. Monica had no feelings at all except of surviving humiliation. She felt another SPURT, and saw it squirt out of the front of her crotch, and onto the floor. People gasped, and while she tried to move towards the toilets, she was frozen in terror, shaking and crying, not wanting this to happen, but despite how much she pushed into her crotch with her hands, kept her legs crossed, she felt several stream pierces through her crotch like knives. “Oh my gosh, Monica!” yelled her coworker, Wendy. She was behind Monica, and when Monica looked behind her, she looked down and saw a big damp mark on her ass the whole diner stared at and took their cameras out for. “Oh…no…” Monica shook, praying and hoping this would just stop, the nightmare she feared would not come true. “Please, no, no, oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOOOOODDDDD! PLEASE, DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN-AHHHHHHHH!” she yelled in agony. She felt her bladder rip into pieces inside so painful her legs flipped open from the center and the pee started to shoot out of her like a cannon shot fire. “AHHHHH! PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Pee streamed out of poor, sweet, innocent Monica’s body so fast and with such force her hands and legs could no longer block it, and only got wet as she bent over to try and plug herself up, but her body had had enough. Her panties were flooded so fast, that pee splashed out of the leg holds on the sides and started to soak her shorts which became so damp, so fast, they latched into her body as if they shrunk. Pee shot out of multiple spots of her shorts because there was so much. Most came out from the bottom of her shorts that flooded her shoes and socks and formed a huge puddle on the diner floor that Pete and Wendy stepped away from. Monica became so red, so embarrassed, so humiliated she could not believe this happened. She did NOT deserve this. Her shorts were sucked into her ass crack as they latched on from becoming soak, pushing her panties into her and causing a massive wedgie to the discomfort to this humiliating situation. But after it went up as far as it would, while her panties stayed sucked into her ass, her shorts became so flooded they became heavy and dropped down to her ankles, causing a huge splash. Monica was pants less, soaked panties on the front, and everyone saw her exposed ass since the back of the panties sucked in it through the crack. After what felt like an hour to Monica, but was just less than a couple minutes, the pee stopped, she was empty, her bladder and pride destroyed. Monica sunk down to her knees and cried, covering her face with her soaked, pee smelly hands. “Why, why, why!!!!!!” She got up, still crying, and slipped in her own pee. She got up, almost slipping again, and ran out of the diner, and was never seen there again…though, social media made the diner famous for years with its bust girl who busted in the diner all over the floor. Monica was humiliated on a global scale and felt like her stomach was filled with butterflies, and face became bright red and hot from the humiliation as she drove home uncomfortable in her soaked clothes of pee. Then she remembered. She could not get back in the building. She had no clothes to change into. She tried getting in but no key meant no entry, and she couldn't ask anyone for help because the two people who came out and walked by only laughed. She was trapped. What would she do? All she did was cry so hard, tears flooding her face, and rested her head against the steering wheel in disgrace. THE END!
  17. biondi

    long line problems

    What do you usually do when the line for the toilet is very long ? Do you try to hold it and wait or find another place ? Also if you see people start to pee in like sinks, bins or even the floor because they can't wait anymore for a free stall do you do as them or still wait for the toilet being polite ?
  18. View File Aurelia Power Pee *CONTAINS NUDITY* This one isn't as great as my others, but I think its worth uploading anyway. As far as I know this is one of two pee videos shes done (lots with poop), but I can't find the second one despite my best efforts! Sorry! Anyway, I'm working on a big project of video files (probably 50+?) so this will likely be the last upload for a few days! *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)* Submitter BPendonic Submitted 05/15/2018 Category Peeing  
  19. View File Hot Poison Accidental, Toilet, and Outdoor Pee *ALL CONTAIN NUDITY* More from my collection, this time from Hot Poison. As with most of my files, this model has got a lot more videos in the poop category, so look her up if you are into that. Video 1: "Accidental" Leaking Video 2: *REMOVED* Uploaded already by despholder! I didn't mean to steal! I'll put a link to original file ~ :0 Video 3: Park Pee *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)* Submitter BPendonic Submitted 05/15/2018 Category Peeing  
  20. View File Kaidence Sink, Toilet, and Floor Pees *ALL CONTAIN NUDITY* A few more from my collection, this time from Kaidence K. She's also got a lot more videos in the poop category, so look her up if you are into that. Video 1: Floor Pee + Embellished Desperation Video 2: Sink Pee Video 3: Sink Pee 2 Video 4: Toilet Pee *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)* Submitter BPendonic Submitted 05/13/2018 Category Peeing  
  21. View File Luxy Toilet Pee This video is from "Luxy Reid" who also made from poop-themed videos under the name Lola Rae. As far as I can tell, she no longer makes either of these kind of videos and this is the only pee themed one in good quality. She's more into the Femdom thing now, so check her out if that is of interest. *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)* Submitter BPendonic Submitted 05/13/2018 Category Peeing  
  22. Pornhub find, this video stars a girl dressed in a Batgirl naughty costume and make-up desperate to pee. She quickly undress and pees in the toilet, letting us see her pussy and the stream of pee flowing in the bowl. WARNING: nudity. bat girl pissing in toilet.mp4 (12.2 MB)
  23. I remember that on Youtube, several years ago, there was a video where a bathroom was shown from the corridor, and two men came in dark colored robe to use it, then one lets use the other first. The other closes the door, and the gentle man begins to be desperate quite quickly as time goes by, it was only 10 seconds of waiting and he was already jumping, then the other man comes out of the bathroom, he enters in a hurry, closes the door , and from the inside you hear a moan of relief. I can not find this video anymore. It was called "Toilet Trouble", does anyone have it?
  24. Disclaimer: This is not my story or my film. This is based on a short film available on You Tube. I haven't posted the link or the name here, as I don't want them to get the video taken down. I've just created a story out of the film. I do NOT approve of the film or the abduction of women. I really don't want to get penalized for this post, so if there are any problems, please contact me and I'll take it down. I thought I'd share this because it's some of the best Indian content I've seen in years. Hope you enjoy it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sukanya Reddy gasped with desperation. She had been tied to a chair in this dark unlit dungeon for what seemed like days. Her stomach grumbled incessantly at the brutal lack of toilet breaks provided. Sukanya was on the verge of tears. She had to go, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Her kidnappers had provided her with no information whatsoever. She had told them that she was the daughter of MLA Reddy in an attempt to scare them. However, they just laughed. Sukanya had never been so frightened. None of the kidnappers touched her inappropriately or made any passes at her. They fed her well.... almost too well. In her first hour there, they had fed her a plate of upma at gunpoint. Despite initially refusing, when they pulled a gun on her, she relented and allowed them to feed her the upma. A few hours later they brought a large cup of steaming hot chai. Sukanya could tell from the smell that it was from Charminar, her favorite place. Her kidnappers ordered her to drink it, and she had no choice but to relent and sip the chai till it was done. Through the hours that followed, Sukanya's captors fed her a large plate of chicken biriyani. As all of the meals were well spaced out, eating the food was no difficulty on Sukanya's part. Not having a place to relieve herself was. More snacks followed: A plate of chats, orange juice, rotis, and ice cream. Almost another day passed, and Sukanya remained tied up on the chair. Her stomach protested violently. She felt it gurgling as the growing pressure in her bowels found no escape route. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, determined not to soil her jeans in front of her captors. When her kidnappers came next Sukanya shouted, "My belly is bursting! Please! Let me use the bathroom." The kidnappers said nothing. They gave her a small white tablet. When Sukanya (obviously) refused to take it, they told her that if she just swallowed the pill they'd release her. Sukanya, with no choice left, swallowed the pill and tensed her bowels as the kidnapper untied her. Unfortunately, rather than leading her to the nearest bathroom, they loaded her into a car and drove into the heart of the city. In the middle of the commercial city, the car pulled over. Sukanya was dropped off and her captors sped away. Just like that, it was done. She was free. However, freedom was the last thing on Sukanya's mind. She needed to find a toilet. And now. Already she could feel her bowels striving to spew out the remains of the meals of the past few days. Her pressure was rapidly increasing - a fact that she attributed to the mysterious pill she'd been given. Sukanya raced from shop to shop, only to be turned away. There seemed to be not toilets at all! Finally, Sukanya approached a woman in a sari at a bus stop. With a grimace on her face, she asked where the nearest bathroom was. The lady told her that is was at least 10 km away. Sukanya gasped! With the effects of that pill growing stronger by the minute, there's no way she could wait till then. A sudden wave of pressure caught Sukanya off guard and she had to cross her legs to keep the tidal wave of liquid shit held back. The sari clad woman at the bus stop eyed her oddly, but Sukanya turned around and walked off. Running into a restaurant, she dashed to the toilet, only to find it locked. Sukanya ran, fighting the pressure that beset her at every step. After a minute of runnning, she found herself on a quiet road, surrounded by forests. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Sukanya dashed behind the nearest tree, and began to undo her jeans. No sooner had she got her jeans and her pink panties out of the way, a small gush of shit gushed out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the dry and crunchy brown leaves. Less than a millisecond later, a man walked up behind the tree, catching Sukanya literally with her pants down. She instantly yanked both her jeans and her underwear back up over her unwashed buttocks and her sweaty groin, and ran away, in search of a bathroom. Sukanya ran as she began to weep. She could feel a wet damp patch of a disgusting nature in the back of her panties. She could feel her sphincter failing with each step. She could feel that this was the beginning of the end. She entered a residential neighbourhood at the end of her rope. Seeing an empty car, she dashed behind it and attempted to pull down her jeans. No sooner had she fallen into a squat though, the engine revved and the car ran off. Sukanya yanked her jeans back up and wept, as she felt her panties grow ever more soiled. She fell to the ground and wept. At that point, a little girl came running up to Sukanya, a phone in her outstretched hand. Sukanya took the phone and heard the voice of her kidnappers. They gave her directions to a washroom nearby. Sukanya followed the directions and dashed into the specified house. Ignoring the kidnappers who sat in the living room, Sukanya ran straight for the bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She tore down her jeans and her soiled panties, sitting on the toilet a split second before a tsunami burst out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the toilet beneath her. As a river of shit poured out of her, Sukanya breathe deeply and inspected her panties. Ruined. Completely. They were soiled beyond repair. She gingerly slid her shapely brown legs out of them and left them in a small cupboard behind the toilet. At least this way she had something the police could indite these criminals for. As her bowels finished emptying themselves, she washed herself with the spray, stood up, cleaned her jeans the best she could, flushed the over-used toilet (easier said than done) and emerged angrily to confront her kidnappers. She (Telegu Short Film).mp4
  25. A video that is sort of meant to be a commercial spoof I think that shows Nikki Reed on the toilet. Involves poop humour because of the title but nothing is heard except the toilet flushing. http://www.adweek.com/digital/give-a-shit/