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  1. (Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)
  2. This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.
  3. I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!
  4. Lyle’s college campus, including his first-year residence, did not appear to have much space for parties. The bedrooms were small, the hallways had no furniture, and the cafeteria closed at 9 PM. During relatively brief chats with the other students in the hallways and cafeteria, Lyle heard a few rumours of party-focused fraternities and sororities in the area, but he couldn’t find any way to locate or contact such places. The only remotely promising local venue he could actually find on a map was the campus bar. He couldn’t imagine much of a party happening at a bar, but after a week with no other leads, he decided he might as well check it out. Lyle wasn’t sure if the bar would serve meals, so he had dinner at the cafeteria before heading over. He didn’t bother dressing up for the evening; he wore the same t-shirt, khakis, and sandals that he had been wearing all day. When he arrived at the bar, he took a minute to walk around the tables to see if he could click with any of the groups there. None of them seemed particularly welcoming, though, so he sat down at the bar and ordered a soda. As he drank it, he tried to think of ways to approach some of the other students, and he also listened for conversations that he might be able to contribute to. He didn’t have any breakthroughs by the time he finished his soda, so he ordered another. Nothing changed as he drank that either. For his third drink, he decided to try something alcoholic; the daily special posted on the wall would do. When he tasted it, he found it to be sweet, with the alcohol barely noticeable, which was pretty well what he was going for; his interest in alcohol was minimal. But even this new drink didn’t change the fact that no one was talking to him. After sitting there for an hour and a half sipping on several more sodas and a few more alcoholic beverages, Lyle decided that this was a failed experiment. He had to pee from all the drinking so he figured he’d use the bathroom there (they had to have one, right?) and then head back to his room and maybe play some computer games. He stood up, but as he turned around to start looking for a bathroom, a female student suddenly came up to him and said, “Hi! I’m Cynthia.” “Hi,” Lyle responded uncertainly, “I’m Lyle.” “Hi Lyle!” Cynthia said, smiling brightly. “Can I buy you a drink?” Perhaps this wasn’t a failed experiment after all. It was a bit ironic to be offered a drink after having nothing but them for the past hour and a half, but this time Lyle would have someone to talk to, so he cheerfully accepted and they started chatting. There was no need for computer games now, and he wasn’t going to go hunting for a bathroom right after meeting someone who wanted to spend time with him. And they did spend quite some time chatting. Cynthia seemed very friendly and outgoing. When the drink she had bought Lyle was finished, she eagerly bought him another, and when that one was finished, she just as eagerly bought him a third. She said this was her third year of college, so perhaps that had given her a chance to get used to bar etiquette; Lyle himself had never been to a bar before and couldn’t even imagine having the nerve to offer a drink to someone he had just met. Unfortunately, all these drinks, coupled with the duration of their conversation, were making Lyle’s need to pee more persistent. He worried that Cynthia might leave if he stepped away to find a bathroom, but eventually he decided he would have to take that risk. He finished the drink he was working on and was just about to excuse himself when Cynthia said, “This place is pretty slow. Let’s go somewhere better.” “Sure,” Lyle said. “Just let me use the bathroom first.” “You can do that when we get there,” Cynthia said. “I can’t stand this place any longer. Come on, let’s go.” She turned and started walking toward the exit. Lyle would have preferred to use the bathroom before leaving, but since Cynthia wouldn’t wait for him, and was inviting him somewhere with a bathroom and a party, he decided to follow her. The trip would be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t last too long. Cynthia continued to tell stories as they left the bar and walked down the road. Lyle didn’t feel that he could contribute much to the conversation given how badly he needed to pee now, but Cynthia didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seemed even warmer than she had been earlier. “I’m so glad to have met you!” she would often say, smiling broadly, and Lyle felt the same way about her. None of the hundred other students Lyle had met in the hallways and cafeteria over the past week had shown anything close to Cynthia’s vitality. He just wished Cynthia had been willing to wait the two minutes for him to find and use the bathroom at the bar; his need to pee was getting progressively worse as they walked, and the walk seemed like it was taking a long time. After making several more turns, Lyle asked Cynthia, as gently as he could, “How much farther are we going?” They were walking away from his room, so if it was much farther, he might have to forget about the party and head back to his residence to use the bathroom there. Maybe he could get Cynthia’s contact information and see if they could meet up some other time. “We’re about halfway there,” Cynthia responded. Halfway there. This evening was starting to feel like more than Lyle had signed up for, but after a quick assessment he decided that it was still worth staying the course. He would definitely need to use the bathroom as soon as they arrived, though. Cynthia became quieter, which was just as well because Lyle no longer felt able to absorb her stories. Lyle was breathing heavily now, frequently tensing and occasionally bobbing up and down. He worried that Cynthia might find his behaviour off-putting, but each time he looked at Cynthia she seemed to somehow be getting even more excited. This confused Lyle, since they were no longer socializing, but maybe Cynthia was looking forward to what awaited them at the end of this interminably long walk. Did one really have to go this far to get to a decent social venue? How difficult would it be to build a party house just across the parking lot from the academic buildings? Looking at how widely Cynthia was smiling by now, though, it occurred to Lyle that maybe there was a more central option, but the place they were going was better. That thought kept Lyle moving forward each time he considered giving up and heading back to his room. If he could even find it again after all the turns they had made. It was getting pretty bad, though. Lyle was starting to instinctively grab his penis to try to keep from peeing. Given how far Cynthia was taking them, why couldn’t she have waited for Lyle to use the bathroom before they left? She was still too enchanting for Lyle to ask that question out loud, but he didn’t think he could cope much longer, no matter how fantastic this place was. This wasn’t going to work. Lyle was going to have to pee behind one of the trees lining the road. Just as he was about to ask Cynthia to wait a moment for him to do so, though, they rounded a corner and a lit-up mansion came into view. A number of students were drinking and chatting in front of it, but as Lyle got closer, he could tell that most of the noise was coming from inside. Cynthia was walking directly toward the building, so clearly this was their destination. Finally, Lyle would be able to use the bathroom he’d been craving for what felt like an hour! The fact that he had also located the party he’d been seeking for the past week felt secondary at this point. He gave his penis a tight squeeze and then let go in order to appear presentable to the other guests. Cynthia walked up to the front door, opened it, and then invited Lyle to go in ahead of her. Lyle gratefully did so, but a few steps in, a female student blocking his path looked at him and said, “Who are you?” Unsure how to respond, Lyle turned back toward Cynthia as she came in behind him. “That’s Esther,” Cynthia told Lyle. “She’s working the door tonight.” Coming up beside Lyle and turning to face Esther, she said, “This is Lyle. We’re in a bit of a hurry.” She winked at Esther. Lyle didn’t understand the wink, but he was glad that Cynthia finally seemed to be showing a sense of urgency. He turned to face Esther once more. She now seemed to be examining Lyle more closely. Lyle tried to appear dignified in order to make a good first impression, but he really needed to pee now and wasn’t able to stand still. Had he blown his chance? Was he going to get kicked out? Or, worse, was Esther going to insist on thoroughly questioning him before even letting him use the bathroom? Esther smiled. Somehow, she seemed not merely satisfied but actually impressed. She turned to Cynthia and said, “Nicely done! Don’t let me slow you down any further.” She stepped aside and Cynthia walked past her. As Lyle started to follow, he saw Esther press a button on the wall. He realized it activated an audio panel when he heard Esther’s voice from speakers throughout the building saying, “We have a guest!” Lyle didn’t know what could possibly have impressed Esther enough about him to want to brag to the whole building, but this was not the time to try to figure that out. Cynthia had paused in the entrance hallway, and now that they seemed to have the run of the place, Lyle caught up with her and quietly asked, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” “I’ll take you there,” Cynthia answered. “This place is a bit of a maze.” She started walking again. As if the walk to the place hadn’t been long enough, Lyle now found himself following Cynthia through quite a number of intersecting hallways. Would this exercise never end? Was the bathroom he had waited so long for still not close at hand? He got excited when they approached a door, but when Cynthia opened it, Lyle saw that it led to yet another hallway. At the end of this hallway, they went up a short flight of steps, through another door, and then instead of walls on either side of them there were thick black curtains. A few steps later these curtains ended and the space opened up a bit, although there were other curtains farther away, and then finally Lyle saw a door with the symbol on it for the men’s bathroom. Now that Lyle could actually see the bathroom, he started running toward it, grabbing his penis again to try to hold on for just a few more seconds. As he ran, though, he could see people in his peripheral vision from other parts of this more open space running toward him. At the same time, a curtain that formed one edge of the space appeared to be opening. Well before Lyle reached the bathroom, he found himself surrounded by about five female students, on a stage, in front of a seated audience of about thirty people, who at a glance also appeared to all be female students. “Surprise!” the girls surrounding Lyle shouted gleefully. This unexpected delay, on top of all the waiting Lyle had already done, made his need feel even worse, and he tightened his grip on his penis and lifted a knee to squeeze his thighs together. Speaking quickly, he said, “Hi, I was just on my way to the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.” The girls maintained their blockade and seemed to be holding back laughter. Lyle turned to look for Cynthia and was surprised to see that she had actually kept up with him and was now part of the group surrounding him. Addressing the other girls, Cynthia said, “I’d like you all to meet Lyle.” “Great job!” one of the other girls said to Cynthia, seeming just as impressed as Esther had been. “I think this is our best one yet!” But the girls all continued to keep their positions, and Cynthia did not appear to be making any further effort to convince them to move. Lyle’s exasperation now outweighed his affection, and he said, “Cynthia, I wanted to use the bathroom at the bar. But you insisted on coming here first. The walk was a lot longer than I was expecting, and now I have to pee really badly. Could you please tell these people to let me past? We can do this live theatre thing when I get out.” “It’s true,” Cynthia told the other girls. “He’s been wanting to pee for a long time. He had a lot of drinks sitting by himself at the campus bar before I joined him and bought him several more.” Lyle didn’t remember telling Cynthia his drink count at any point, but that didn’t matter right now. Cynthia continued, “I didn’t give him a chance to use the bathroom before we left the bar. Instead, I told him he could use the one here. I guess I didn’t think about how long the walk would be, or the fact that you would set this ambush. How could I have been so thoughtless?” An excellent explanation, Lyle thought, relieved. He started to turn back around to see if they would clear a path for him. Before Cynthia was out of his field of vision, though, he saw her grin. Lyle froze. How had Cynthia known his approximate drink count? Had she been watching him since he arrived at the bar? As Lyle was wondering about this, one of the other girls said, “Wow, you’re good!” With horror, Lyle realized that Cynthia had not been defending him or apologizing. She had been bragging. This entire evening had been a setup. Lyle finished turning to face the bathroom and was no longer surprised to see that the others clearly had no intention of stepping aside. He tried to force his way past them, but he wasn’t able to overpower multiple people at once, and since they were surrounding him, he couldn’t dodge them either. Desperately trying not to wet his pants, Lyle started rhythmically squeezing and releasing his penis, alternating lifting each leg to squeeze his thighs together, and also alternately bending down at the waist and bobbing up and down at the knees. He wasn’t quite at the point of losing control, but he had no idea how long they would keep him trapped on this stage, and he had already waited far longer to use the bathroom than he ever would have chosen to. “Aww, look at his cute little pee dance,” one of the girls said. “He really is desperate! Cynthia brought us a real treat tonight!” A real treat? Lyle took a longer look at the seated audience and saw that many of them appeared to be masturbating. As predatory as the girls were being, a part of Lyle felt warm and fuzzy knowing that he was bringing them a rare level of enjoyment. He may have been meat, but at least he was tasty meat. He would not hold a grudge or seek disciplinary action when this was over. At the moment, though, he still hoped the girls would let him use the bathroom soon. For all of his emotional warmth, his condition was neither physically pleasant nor sustainable. “Come on, let me through!” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer!” “Aww, are you going to wet your pants for us?” one of the girls teased. “Are you going to lose control and start peeing helplessly down your leg in front of everyone here?” “Let’s get his sandals off,” another girl suggested. “Keep them safe, at least.” She bent down slightly and unstrapped the sandal from the foot Lyle currently had lifted in his effort to hold his pee. Lyle didn’t bother trying to stop her as she removed the sandal and placed it on the floor behind her. He didn’t need sandals either to get to the bathroom or to enjoy the rest of the party. He would need them in order to get back to his residence, but he would also need a guide or a map, so if the girls were trying to kidnap him then he wouldn’t stop them by keeping his sandals. When Lyle instinctively switched legs in his pee dance, the girl closest to his other foot unstrapped and removed his remaining sandal and placed that one out of the way as well. One of the girls untucked Lyle’s shirt and slid her hand under it to caress his bare abdomen. “Mmm, such a full bladder,” she purred. “Maybe he really can’t wait much longer.” Smiling mischievously, she gave said bladder a squeeze, making Lyle jerk away. The girl laughed, as did at least some of the others, but their demeanor remained playful rather than cruel. When they were done laughing, Lyle felt another hand land on the front of his pants to find a part of his penis that his own clenched hand wasn’t already covering. The new hand originated behind Lyle; he turned his head to see that it belonged to Cynthia. Making eye contact with Lyle as she gently rubbed his penis through his pants, Cynthia said, “Is this poor penis anxious to release all those drinks you had at the bar? Does it desperately want to feel all of that liquid flowing out of your body? Is your frantic dancing and squeezing going to be enough to keep all of that pee from flowing out through this desperate penis and into your pants?” She removed her hand. Panting, Lyle turned his head away from her and made another unsuccessful attempt to escape in the direction of the bathroom. More girls slid their hands under the bottom of Lyle’s shirt, and this time they started tickling Lyle’s bare waist. While doing this, they also leaned in and started licking his neck. This was not what Lyle needed right now. He had to pee so badly and the tickling and licking felt like it was taking him right to the edge. He clenched his muscles as hard as he could. His penis was trembling. He knew that pretty soon his body would take over and he would start peeing right there into his pants no matter what he did to try to stop it. The girls kept up the tickling, but the licking didn’t last too long before they moved their heads back away from Lyle’s neck and started saying, “Psssss…” with smiles on their faces. Lyle stared at them with dread. This seemed to excite them; they started laughing again, all the while continuing their tickling as Lyle continued his frantic pee dance. Lyle made yet another attempt to push past them but was again pushed back. Was there anything special he had to say or do for them to let him use the bathroom? Or did he just have to wait for them to decide on their own that the time was right? His time was quickly running out, but he couldn’t think of anything to add to what he had already said. The girls already knew how badly Lyle needed to pee. That appeared to be the whole point of the exercise. Lyle could feel his control slipping away. This could not be happening. He was about to wet his pants at the first college party he had been able to find. He made one last vain attempt to elbow through, and then, in a panic, he turned to face Cynthia, who was laughing and tickling along with the others. “Cynthia,” he said breathlessly, “I’m about to start peeing, please tell these people to let me through now!” Cynthia’s laughter turned into a huge open-mouthed smile. She stopped tickling Lyle and gently cupped her hands around the back of Lyle’s head. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue slid between his lips, then between his teeth and against Lyle’s own tongue. Cynthia slowly caressed all sides of Lyle’s tongue with hers while also caressing the back of his head with her hands. It felt amazing, but the warm moisture and gentle motion of Cynthia’s tongue and lips, along with the other girls’ continued tickling, made it impossible for Lyle to hold his bladder any longer and he felt himself starting to pee in his pants. There was no longer anything he could do to stop it, and as the bathroom was still half a stage away and he had made zero progress trying to get free of the ambush, it was clear that the struggle was over. Deciding that he might as well enjoy the kiss, he released his grip on his penis and embraced the back of Cynthia’s head with both hands. “Ooh, look, he’s peeing!” one of the girls said excitedly. “You really can’t hold it, can you?” another girl said. “You just have to pee so bad that there’s nothing left you can do to keep from peeing in your pants.” Cynthia continued to swirl her tongue around Lyle’s as Lyle continued to helplessly wet himself. The other girls eventually stopped their tickling, but that no longer made a difference; any control that Lyle might have had left was being taken away by Cynthia’s gentle tongue. Lyle could tell from Cynthia’s enthusiasm, though, that that was not the sole purpose of the kiss. Cynthia was hungry for Lyle, as one might be for an ice cream sundae. And she didn’t stop when Lyle finished peeing, nor did she cut the kiss any shorter than Lyle would have liked. In fact, in the end it was Lyle who first removed his hands and started to pull away. Cynthia actually pulled him back to continue the kiss a little bit longer, but when Lyle pulled away a second time, she let him go. While they had been kissing, the other girls onstage had all moved off to one side. Cynthia glanced at them, then looked back at Lyle and said, “This is my sorority. My sisters and I love college boys who desperately need to pee, and I have to say, you did not disappoint.” Addressing the audience in the seats, she said, “Let’s hear it for Lyle!” The audience gave a standing ovation. Looking at them, Lyle saw that they were all smiling, and some of them were licking their lips. Lyle was embarrassed to have wet his pants in front of so many other people, but they seemed to really appreciate it, so he managed to give them a bow – not a deep bow, but he hoped enough to be polite. After straightening back up, he took a moment to enjoy their excited expressions, then turned back to Cynthia for further guidance. Cynthia waited for the applause to die down, then gestured toward the bathroom and said to Lyle, “The bathroom over there has a shower, laundry machines, and clean towels and robes. You can throw your clothes in the washing machine, get cleaned up, and then put on a robe. Don’t start the washing machine yet; we want to wait until we have a full load. If you’re anxious to leave, you can wear the robe you pick back to your room and we’ll get your clean clothes back to you tomorrow; if you stay, we can get them back to you at the end of the night. It looks like someone’s left your sandals just outside the bathroom door; you can put them back on once you’re done cleaning up.” So they had a detailed and efficient clean-up plan. Lyle’s night wasn’t ruined by his wet pants. He was glad now that the girls had taken the trouble to save his sandals, since he imagined sandals would be more difficult to clean than clothes, and the pee had indeed reached his feet. Lyle took another look at the audience; they had sat back down but were still smiling and some appeared to have resumed masturbating. Then he turned toward the bathroom; the path was now clear, the girls who had been surrounding him still casually standing off to the side. “Go ahead,” Cynthia said encouragingly from behind Lyle. “We’ll mop the stage while you’re in there.” Cautiously, wary of more traps, Lyle started walking toward the bathroom. None of the girls moved to block him this time. Lyle gradually started to feel more at ease as he approached, then reached, the bathroom. He opened the door, entered, and then closed and locked the door behind him, all without any issues. Everything Cynthia had listed was laid out before him. The room was deeper than it was wide; two parallel walls extended away from the stage on either side of Lyle. Against the wall on Lyle’s left were first the laundry machines, then a transparent shower stall, then beyond that a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. The wall on Lyle’s right was covered with shelves holding various folded fabrics, which fit in with Cynthia’s mention of towels and robes. Since they were folded, it might have been another trick, but Lyle didn’t really care if he had to spend the rest of the party naked and wet. He found an empty spot on a nearby shelf, emptied his pockets onto it, then took off his clothes, put them in the washing machine, and entered the shower stall. He didn’t bother looking for a washcloth among the folded fabrics against the far wall; he found washcloths awkward to use and rarely bothered with them. There were a number of squeeze bottles on a shelf inside the stall, and at least one appeared to be the body wash Lyle would need to clean himself properly. He had his shower, then turned off the water and looked through the clear door of the stall at the shelves on the far wall. There were folded towels immediately across from the stall, and the room was narrow enough that Lyle could probably reach one without stepping out. The towels were all different colours; Lyle looked at them for a few seconds before settling on a beige one. He opened the stall door, grabbed his chosen towel, dried off, and then stepped out of the stall. He then wrapped the towel around himself and started to investigate the wall shelves more thoroughly. The section closest to the shower was filled with folded towels and washcloths; nothing in this section resembled a garment. Walking deeper into the bathroom, away from the door, however, Lyle found a section of thinner folded fabrics, also in a variety of colours and several with patterns on them. Were these the robes? Lyle picked a fabric with a design he liked, took it off the shelf, and unfolded it. It did indeed appear to be a garment of some kind. It wasn’t fluffy like a bathrobe, and it didn’t open at the front like a kimono; it was more like a long t-shirt, although it had pockets at the sides about halfway between the neck and the hem. Lyle put his head and arms through, then removed his towel and pulled the hem of the garment down. It easily covered his knees, but did not appear to be in danger of dragging on the floor. Lyle turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He had never worn such a garment before, but it looked like a reasonable thing to wear to a party: casual, but not sleepwear. Having reached the end of the room, Lyle turned back toward the door. The toilet was no longer useful to him, and he didn’t need the sink, having just showered, so he walked back to the front of the room. He put his towel in the washing machine as he didn’t see another receptacle for it and didn’t want to be carrying it around, and he retrieved the contents of his pants pockets from the shelf where he had left them and placed them in the pockets of his new robe. Then he unlocked the door and opened it to look back at the stage. The curtain had been closed, and a “Wet Floor” sign had been placed on the stage. Lyle’s sandals were still next to the door; he put them back on now that he was clean and dry. The girls from the “performance” were still there, chatting with each other off to the side. Despite what they had done earlier, Lyle didn’t feel particularly threatened by them, and the night was still young, so he made his way toward them. Cynthia, who was in the group, noticed Lyle approaching and turned to face him. “Are you done?” she asked, smiling pleasantly. “Yeah,” Lyle said. He closed the rest of the distance between them and then Cynthia gave him a tight hug. After a few seconds, Cynthia released the hug and asked, “Want to come check out our dance floor?” “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Lyle answered. “Great, let’s go!” Cynthia said. She led Lyle off stage, and the rest of the group went with them. Lyle was really looking forward to the rest of this party.
  5. “It’s nice to finally come over and take a load off after such a long week.” Minato Aqua took her shoes off and stretched her limbs in all directions. “Can you believe it Shion? They actually expect me to do maid stuff like cleaning the dishes and mopping the floor! I can’t do that! I’m a gamer maid!” “I don’t know, I feel like the title of ‘maid’ probably has something to do with it. People tend to do more in life than just play Apex, you know?” Murasaki Shion giggled to herself as she scanned her best friend from head to toe. She had invited the cotton candy-haired girl over for the weekend under the guise of being “a weekend for the girls.” However, the petite witch had much more devilish things planned. She had been browsing her spell books for new and inventive ways to prank others, but the one she found last week took the cake. “There’s no way I could turn down the ability to trap her in a diaper. She’d look way too cute! Plus, it’d give me a little leverage over her for a while,” Shion thought to herself as her giggle morphed into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Aqua pouted. “I don’t think that my profession is that humorous!” “I suppose you’re right,” Shion replied. “Btw, wanna get into some new clothes? I doubt you wanna wear that maid outfit all weekend.” She grabbed Aqua out of her seat and stood her up in front of her. “Yeah, that’d be nice. You told me not to bring any clothes though. What am I gonna wear?” “Don’t worry about that. I learned a new spell that can change a person’s clothes to whatever they want!” The bratty girl tried her best not to laugh at her blatant lie as the other girl beamed with excitement. “Really?! That’s so cool! You’d never have to buy clothes again! I guess your magic is useful for something after all,” Aqua joked before extending her arms outwards. “What are you waiting for? Light me up!” “Sure thing, baby girl.” Shion mumbled the last part of her sentence as she waved her wand and prepared to cast the spell. Normally she’d need to be touching the subject for these kinds of spells, but this one was based off of line of sight, making it easy to target the girl standing eagerly in front of her. Taking a deep breath and channeling her energy, she uttered, “Infantilia Morphessia.” A bright light emitted from Shion’s wand, blinding both girls momentarily, causing them to close their eyes. Shion was first to open them, however, as she was greeted with the sight of her success. Aqua was devoid of all clothes, save a large, poofy paper diaper. “Shion, what happened? I feel- AIIIIIHHHHHHHH!” The maid cut herself off as her eyes opened and she looked downwards, revealing her embarrassing state of dress. “HAHAHAHA, it worked!” Shion laughed as Aqua screamed in her own humiliation. However, it wasn’t very soon until the witch noticed a soft and crumply object between her own legs. “Huh?! No way!” Shion looked down at herself to reveal she had ended up cursing herself as well. “B-but how?” Shion looked around in a panicked state before her eyes grew three sizes. Slightly behind Aqua’s right-hand side was a full body mirror, of which Shion could see herself clearly. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” “Ughhhh, why won’t it come off?!” The other girl was not on the ground, desperately trying with all her might to pull or rip the infantile padding off her, but the garment resisted every attempt as if it were magic. “Shion, what did you do?” “Shit, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” the silver-haired girl cursed, facing her friend with a grimace on her face. “We’re trapped in these until I can find a way out.” “WHAT?!” Aqua got on her knees and grabbed Shion by her waist. “What do you mean?” “Only you were supposed to be hit by the spell, and I was gonna baby you for the weekend. The diapers can only be taken off by someone who isn’t cursed. But, since I got myself too, neither of us can take the diapers off of ourselves or each other.” “You’re kidding me. What now then? You don’t expect us to just sit here and use this diaper, do you?” “Just give me some time, I’m gonna figure something out.” With that, Shion buried herself in her spell book. “Well hurry up. I… have to pee…” Aqua shifted her legs a little at the end of her statement. Shion scowled, feeling a twinge in her own bladder as well. “HURRY UP!” “I’m trying!” Shion snapped back. It had been an hour, and both girls were now bouncing back-and-forth, doing their own potty dances as they desperately tried to hold their pee. The witch-girl had it worse, having to deal with finding a way to undo the spell, Aqua’s rambling, and her bladder all at the same time. “Ah, there it is!” She had finally found a spell that could work. The wording was unclear, but it seemed to be a “spell of sharing”. She didn’t quite get it, but it sounded like she could take her own curse and push it onto Aqua. “Do it already then!” Aqua was bouncing so much it looked almost like an idol step. “Of course,” Shion said with a smirk. This time, the spell was just one word. Grabbing her wand again, Shion incanted another spell. “Synegendo.” “Whoa!” Aqua yelped. The room filled with another flash of white, and before long both girls opened their eyes. This time, however, vision wasn’t needed to know what happened, as they could feel the body heat of another firmly pressed against their fronts. “WHAAAAAAAAT?” Both girls screamed. The spell had done the worst thing possible. Where the duo had originally been wearing their own diapers, they now found their waists were tightly bound together, entrapped together in one large, singular diaper. “Get off of me!” Aqua demanded, pulling desperately at the garment that now conjoined them. “I-I can’t! We’re stuck together!” The girls’ crotched were so firmly smashed together that they could feel each other’s pubic hair grazing the other’s vagina. Before they could comment further on their discomfort, they were reminded of a feeling that was now ripping its control from the girls’ bodies. “No, I can’t hold it!” “Shit me neither!” “I’M PEEING!” Both girls wailed as their urine started to jet out of their pussies and into the waiting padding. The duo could do nothing but hold each other as their crotches were cascaded with one another’s pee, humiliation burning holes through their faces as the begged for it to end. After multiple minutes, their streams turned into trickles, then into drops. The middle part of their shared diaper sagged greatly under the burden of two desperate women’s urine. “S-Shion… I feel so gross.” “I know… Me too…” The girls were gently sobbing on each other’s shoulders, nearly exhausted from the recent events. But that didn’t stop the spell from doing it’s magic any less. After a small reprieve, the short girls felt a pressure build at their anuses. “W-what?! Why did it suddenly get so strong?!” An epiphany hit Shion. “No way…” “Shion, I-I gotta…” “I know. It’s the spell, I think.” Shion let out a curse before continuing, “I think the last spell made us share each other’s spell effects.” “But… what does that have to do with anything?” the maid said, simultaneously squirming to hold the pressure in her bowels while trying not to mash her now soaked vagina against Shion’s. “To be honest, making us naked and putting us in diapers isn’t the only thing the first spell was supposed to do.” A blush formed on the witch’s face before she continued. “It also is supposed to increase the urge to use the bathroom. And because the second spell made us share each other’s spell on top of our own, I think we’re now experiencing the increased urge twofold.” “You… you mean…” Aqua stammered her speech, scared of the implications. “Yes,” Shion exhaled. “I imagine we’re only gonna be able to hold it for a few minutes before we… poop ourselves…” “I see…” No words were exchanged after that. Minutes passed, and as foretold, Aqua grunted softly as her anus gave out, allowing her poop to slide out effortlessly into her side of their shared diaper, bulging out the material with semi-soft goop. Shion didn’t last much longer. She grabbed the maid’s shoulders as she braced herself for the coming incontinence. Several hard logs of poop forced their way out of her behind, coiling on top of on another to make an even more pronounced bulge in her side of the diaper. As they defected in their underwear, their floodgates opened again, causing them to drench each other’s crotches yet again in pee. After many minutes of combined grunting and pushing, the duo’s diaper became fully used, and both girls were finally relieved. Their combined effort and close body heat only made things awkward, however, as sweat pooled all over their bodies and down their diaper as well, sweating so much that they could start to feel their breasts stick together. “We need to call someone, unless you wanna be stuck in a dirty diaper together all day,” Shion said between breaths. “Yeah. Let’s call Choco. She’s a nurse, so she has to keep this confidential, right?” “Good idea. Also, let’s get on the floor before my legs give out and I do something we both regret.” Aqua nodded, and both girls managed to ease themselves into a sitting position on the ground, the duo cringing as they felt their collective piss and shit push up against their bare bottoms and practically smooching crotches. As Aqua dialed up Choco, Shion thought to herself, “This is gonna be the longest wait of my life.” In an hour, Yuzuki Choco entered Shion’s apartment to be greeted by two girls lying on their side, sharing a heavily used diaper. The sight would’ve been appalling if she wasn’t told beforehand, but the demon couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her genmates’ predicament. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny!” Aqua pouted, squirming lightly as the mess she was in started to get uncomfortable. “Just please, get us out of this mess!” Shion begged, feeling the beginning of a diaper rash developing on her nether regions. “Oh don’t worry girls, I’m gonna get you out in a minute.” Choco pulled out her smartphone and took a series of photos of the humiliated duo, making their eyes turn into tiny marbles. “C-C-Choco, w-what are you gonna do with those?” Fear deteriorated Shion’s ability to speak as the nurse kept taking pictures. “Oh, nothing. Just some material to ensure you two stay obedient while I baby you for the weekend.” The girls’ hearts fell. “But I thought nurses were supposed to be confidential!” Aqua rebutted. “In cases of health, yes. Not in cases of stupidity.” Choco put down the large bag she had been carrying and pulled out two adult diapers from it. “Now, are Mommy’s little girls ready for their first change of the weekend?” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
  6. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he lied as he began to dribble urine into his tight briefs, this was the first time Jackson had ever found himself in such a position and he was not much of a fan. In his twenty years on this earth, he had never had an accident outside of his childhood, but as determined as he was, he feared this record would soon be broken. Jackson, an amiable, good-natured man who had a smile for everyone did not want his girlfriend of six years to witness such humiliation. However, In the confined space of his girlfriends’ car he had nowhere to hide and nothing much to do to relieve the overwhelming pressure he felt pushing against the tip of his penis. He knew home was not far, but it may as well have been in a different dimension. He had tried crossing his legs. He had tried taking his mind of it by playing on his phone. He had tried gently rocking back and forth in his seat. It was all useless against the raging torrent he feared would soon strip away his dignity. Another bump in the road shook the car. His girlfriend was driving like a maniac in a frantic attempt to get her boyfriend to a toilet before he lost whatever control he had over his bladder. “I’m sorry” she said sympathetically as the car shook violently. “it’s fine” he lied again as another spurt of warmth spread around his groin. A cursory inspection with his hand told him he had peed through his jeans and that it would likely be visible to the outside world. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard, but this did nothing except fill his hand with urine. “I don’t want to pee in your car” he said as calmly as he could, realizing he was in dire straits. “It’s not far, babe” Emily said comfortingly. “If you don’t pull over, I’m going to pee all over your car seat and I don’t want to do that” he said seriously. Emily glanced at her boyfriend and thought for a second. “it’s like five minutes babe, you can do it” Emily announced as confidently as she could. Jackson did not make a reply and instead groaned in frustration and stared at the celling of the car. It was true. They were close to home and Jackson was a strong man, but even the strongest of men can have an accident in the right conditions and Jackson was learning this fact for the first time. His mind was frantic, and he thought of nothing except the wetness around his crotch and the extreme sensation of urine pushing against the tip of his penis. His frantic state was only eased slightly when their apartment building homed into view. Emily swung the car hard to the right and in a single maneuver brough the car to a stop in their designated parking space. “Quick snap” Emily said as the pair leapt out of the car. Emily grabbed her man’s hand as they quick marched up the pathway to their apartment door. She glanced at the wetness around her boyfriend’s crotch and silently hoped he hadn’t peed on her car seat. Emily punched in the buildings door code and the two strode quickly through as the automatic door swung open. They lived on the ninth floor, and they were not planning to walk. Emily called the elevator and waited patiently as it climbed down through the floors. The elevator had been on the fourth floor, so it did not take long to reach the couple. They dived inside and smashed the button for the ninth floor. “It seems worse now than ever” Jackson said. “Well yeah, it’s cause you know you’re close to a toilet, it’s normal babe” Emily said knowingly. The elevator climbed slower than it ever had before, at least that is how it felt to Jackson. Seventh floor. The elevator stopped. The doors did not open. It had broken down. “What’s happened?” Jackson asked in horror. “I think it has broken down” Emily said calmly. Emily pressed the emergency button and there was a beeping sound for a few seconds before it wrung off and nothing more happened. “I’ll call that number” Emily insisted, referring a phone number listed as an emergency contact number. “I can’t wait” Jackson said urgently as Emily dialed the number. A man answered the phone and the two talked for several minutes. Emily explained the situation and the man told her it would be several hours until an engineer would get there. “Well?” Jackson asked urgently as he jiggled on the spot. “Several hours” Emily replied sadly. Jackson’s face dropped as he heard the words. “Well, that’s that then” he said darkly as he let down his defenses and started to flood his briefs and jeans. “You can do…” Emily cut herself off as she noticed her boyfriend had given up and had started to wet himself. “I’m sorry” he said sadly as urine poured through his underwear and thundered down his legs to form an ever-expanding puddle by his feet. “I just couldn’t…” he started to say before Emily cut him off “I know babe, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last” she said truthfully as she watched the streaks of urine flow down her boyfriends’ legs. Tears moistened his eyes as he looked down at the puddle he was making. “This is humiliating” he said. “When you have to go, you have to go” Emily said dismissively, trying to preserve her boyfriends’ dignity. “But..” he started before Emily cut him off again “no buts, it happens you’re still my sexy man and this” she said grabbing his pissy crotch “is still mine.” Jackson jumped back slightly in surprise as Emily grabbed his still pissing penis. Urine poured through her fingers, but she did not care. She wanted to please her man and make something better of the situation. Emily grabbed Jackson’s fly and unzipped. Then, she undid the button and in one, well-practiced move, she yanked his soaked jeans to his ankles. He was still peeing slightly, but Emily didn’t care. She firmly grabbed her boyfriends’ crotch again and squeezed hard, sending a flow of warm pee through her fingers. She held this position for a few moments until she was certain her boyfriend had finished urinating and then, still admiring his tight package, held comfortably by his marl grey briefs, she rubbed his wet penis up and down until he became hard. Emily gently began to remove his pissy underwear and slide them towards his ankles. His penis was erect and stood firmly to attention. She gripped the shaft of his penis and began to tug, starting gently and slowly becoming more vigorous in her motions. “That nice?” she asked and received a swift nod in response. “You make me so wet” she said “I want you” she added lustfully, biting her lip. Jackson grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the elevator wall. He lifted her skirt and began to finger her pussy. She was indeed wet, and Jackson was not convinced it was all lubrication. “You naughty girl” he said “big girls don’t pee in their panties” he added. “True” Emily responded “but then, big boys don’t wet their pants either, so I guess we’re even” she added in a sexy tone. In response, Jackson fingered her pussy harder and pressed the cotton of her underwear almost inside her vagina, feeling more and more moisture as he did so. “Would that make you feel better, if the little girl wet her panties?” Emily teased him and Jackson grunted in response. “I’ll do anything for you” she announced as she opened the taps and allowed a stream of urine to flow through her underwear, “oops” she said in feigned surprise. “Dirty bitch” Jackson grunted as he lifted her legs to her waist and was answered by more pee coming through Emily’s panties. “Take me” Emily commanded. Jackson’s fingers had just gripped the fabric of Emily’s panties when he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. His penis went soft, and his head turned swiftly, as the elevator doors opened. Jackson looked in horror at the young woman who stared back at him and Emily through wide eyes. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old, and she seemed totally shocked by what was in front of her. “Fuck” Jackson cursed. Emily hurriedly returned her skirt to its rightful position and straightened herself out. Jackson meanwhile fumbled clumsily with his soaked briefs and jeans and quickly tried to hide his manhood. He hoisted his briefs back up and he shuddered slightly at the cold wetness that hugged his balls and penis tightly. His jeans followed soon afterwards, and he shuddered again at the cold wetness and the sheer weight of his soaked jeans. “We’re really sorry” Emily said blushing like a traffic light “this” she said gesturing to her boyfriends’-soaked jeans “was an accident, we’ll clean it up” she said, finishing her brief explanation. “It’s fine” the young woman responded quickly and awkwardly “but um, you should know that there is a camera in there” she said pointing towards a corner of the elevator “and it is manned twenty-four hours a day, live” she added. Both Jackson and Emily blushed bright red. “I, um, I’m sorry” Jackson said awkwardly. The three stood in an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity before Emily finally made the first move to break the standoff. “We’re on the ninth, if we take it up, we’ll hold it there and clean it” she said in apology. “That would be good” the woman said whilst nodding awkwardly. Emily mashed the button for the ninth floor again and as the door closed on their humiliation she sighed deeply, and then burst into laughter. Jackson stared at Emily in utter confusion. “What is funny about this?” he asked in confusion, “nothing really, but also kinda everything” she responded before bursting into laughter again. “Urghh I’m gunna wee myself” she said whilst laughing in hysterics. Jackson didn’t understand what was so funny. He had been humiliated twice. Caught in a sex act. Caught wetting his pants, both live and on camera and then he was denied the opportunity to fuck his girlfriend. Not his best day, he thought to himself ruefully. It was two weeks later when the footage of him wetting his pants arrived in his email inbox. It was then he finally understood why Emily had laughed about it so much. It was outrageous. Ridiculous. Outlandish, but it was life.
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    Girls stuck in an elevator wetting themselves or using improvised receptacles in desperation. Published at https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/111903. Full-blown nudity in part 3, incidental in other parts. Chased down by popular request.
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  8. View File OJHI-112 Desperation while stuck in elevator (止まるエレベーター おしっこ我慢パニック) Girls stuck in an elevator wetting themselves or using improvised receptacles in desperation. Published at https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/111903. Full-blown nudity in part 3, incidental in other parts. Chased down by popular request. Submitter vaersaagod Submitted 06/12/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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    ItsLo really has to pee, so she came up with a fun card game to play while she holds. If she wins, she gets to go potty, if she loses - she earns a spanking. Will Lo make it through all the cards in her deck before she can't hold it any longer?
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    Here are the first 32 photosets from Snuppa, as mentioned in this thread: The folders are grouped in zips of 10 except the last one that adds folders 31 and 32 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). I added one sample from each photoset from different parts of the sets (desperation, losing it, fully wetting, afterwards), tell me for the later batches which ones you prefer.
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  11. (Self-indulgent self insert warning) "Shhhhhhh...Now, darling." I whisper, "I want you to be my submissive little pet for the day," I caress his face, "Purr for me like a good kitty, now," I instruct, scratching underneath his chin. He chuckles through his gag and proceeds to let out a gurgled groan, "Oh, how cute you sound making noises like that...Purring just for me~" I can't contain my laughter as I massage along his jawline, my heart racing with excitement. I sit on top of him just below the chest and he grunts, almost struggling to breathe under my weight, "tell me..." I begin tying his wrists to the bed posts, "How much tea did you drink earlier? If I remember correctly...You served yourself two cups..." I tighten the rope until he moans, "After that...I gave you five more..." I tighten the other rope, "Seven cups? Wow...your pretty little body can hold a lot~" I slide my body down to put my weight over his visibly overextended bladder and he nearly sobs, a tear trickling down his face, "Oh, poor baby~ You really need to go, huh?" I can feel him squirming beneath me and tugging against the ropes with lust in his eyes. He's enjoying this as much as I am. I lick the tear from his face and start bouncing myself over his bladder rhythmically. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but gives in when I increase the pressure, whining and squeaking with need and pleasure equally, "Can you hold it, darling?" he stares deeply into my eyes. By the look he's giving me, I can tell he can barely hold it. I grin and lift myself off of him and he pants heavily, writhing in needy bliss, "Hey...it's alright...you can let it out now. I know you need to...We wouldn't want it to start hurting." I kiss his neck, "Darling kitten~ Will you purr for me again when you relieve yourself?" I begin rubbing his bladder in gentle circles, causing him to leak in his pants. I watch the urine dribble down and form a small puddle below him. He purrs and moans before fully letting go. A strong rush of fluid bursts from the fabric of his pants. He gasps and lets out a particularly erotic moan as the relief takes over his body. It seems that at that same moment, he'd reached orgasm, as the urine was mixed with thick white in the rapidly growing puddle. I push into his bladder to make sure he fully empties it before giving him a moment to calm his rapid breathing, "So cute...you're shaking...Feel better?" He looks at me, sighs, and snuggles up to me before closing his eyes. I hold him and stroke his hair until he's fast asleep. I'll get him washed up when he wakes.
  12. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
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    I believe the point of this JAV is it is a one on one scenario with a girl who needs to pee and you (the cameraman). After you find out she needs to pee you ask her if she will hold it for you as long as she can until she wets herself. A Description of each file so maybe you can find one you would like more then the others.....or maybe you would like them all ARM-879-01 - You and a fellow classmate are alone in the classroom she sits next to you watching videos on her phone while you sneak quick glances at her panties showing from her short skirt. She catches you in the act of staring and then starts teasing and flirting with you deliberately showing you her panties. After a while you notice her begin to fidget she then tells you she has been need to pee for a while and asks you if you would like to watch her pee herself. You say yes so she just casually pisses herself infront of you. This girl is very calm and collective compared to the other girls in this JAV. ARM-879-02 - It is morning and you are in the kitchen with your girlfriend drinking coffee. After she gets done drinking her coffee you give her another one and another one on top of that. Soon after she says she needs to use the bathroom but on her way out you stop her asking her to stay and hold it for you. At first she seems taken back from what you have ask of her but then agrees. She sits there squirming and holding herself pleading to be allowed to go use the bathroom but you say no. After a while you ask her to stand so you can put a camera underneath her. Not long after that she can no longer wait and pee gushes out of her. After she gets done wetting herself she talk to you about how wet her panties are and asking you how you enjoyed watching. ARM-879-03 - You and your girlfriend are coming back home after a date. She then sits at the steps of the door and starts talking to you all while she is crossing and uncrossing her legs and slightly fidgeting in place. She tells you she never got a chance to use the bathroom before you left so naturally you ask her if she will continue to hold it for you. She agrees and after a while she can no longer hold it and wets herself followed by some flirting with you and showing you her pissed soaked underwear. ARM-879-04 - This one is just you bringing a cute girl over to your house for the first time. She points at things in the room and talking about them and giggling non stop. After a while you begin to see her fidget and grab at her crotch seeing that she needs to pee. she sees that her needing to pee is turning you on and agrees to hold it for you so you then lay a tarp over your bed and ask her to continue holding it on the bed. She tries her best to hold it but eventually wets herself. This girl plays the cute/innocent card a little more than the other girls in this JAV. ARM-879-05 - This is just your classic you and a Schoolgirl locked in a room scenario. The two of you are locked in what appears to the gym storage room at first the two of you just sit down and talk hoping someone will come bye and unlock the door. She catches you looking up her skirt at first she seems a little mad but then quickly starts flirting with you purposely lifting up her skirt for you. You begin to notice her acting odd and she then tells you she needs to pee so you then ask her if she will pee herself for you. She says yes as you then slide your phone under her to record when she pees. After she wets herself she begins flirting with you some more showing you her now wet panties. ARM-879-06 - You and your girlfriend have just checked into your hotel room and the two of you are tired and sit down. You begin to notice her squirming in her seat and she then tells you she has been needing to pee for a while now. You ask her to hold it for at first she seems kinda taken back of what you just asked but then says she will hold it for you. You then lay out a pee pad for her to stand on while she continues to hold it all while she flirts with you showing you her butt and giggling until she finally loses control and wets herself. *Note the cameraman doesn't say anything the girl does all the talking while pretending to talk to you the viewer* Screenshots are in order of the files Personally my favorite is ARM-879-02 but to each their own Enjoy
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  14. View File Jeans Wetting game ItsLo really has to pee, so she came up with a fun card game to play while she holds. If she wins, she gets to go potty, if she loses - she earns a spanking. Will Lo make it through all the cards in her deck before she can't hold it any longer? Submitter dudelobowski Submitted 05/30/2022 Category Female  
  15. Mike and Aria, for their first date, went to a nice restaurant. Mike's house was about two hours away from Aria’s. On the way to her house, Mike came to the realization that he had to pee. Mike wasn't too worried because he was only 10 minutes away from her house. As he was about to reach her house he texted her saying, “hey can i use your restroom.” She texted in reply, “ummm sorry my bathroom is getting work done rn.” Mike started to panic a little as he pulled into Aria’s driveway. As she walked out the door with her and white sweater blue jeans and purse, locking her door behind her, Mike was absolutely captivated by her beauty. As he got out of the car to open the door for her, she greeted him with a warm embrace. He was so happy he almost pissed himself. After she got in the car, he closed the door and went around to get in. He asked her for the directions to the restaurant but she already had it pulled out on her phone. He asked “ how long will it take to get there?” She replied by showing her phone to him, it read 26 minutes. After finding out it was only a 30 minute drive, he relaxed and pulled out of the driveway. As he was pulling out the driveway his bladder gave him a small squeeze but he had everything under control. Halfway to the restaurant Aria, already knowing Mike had to pee, noticed that he was squirming and bouncing his leg up and down. She began to get a little turned on. She crossed her legs and turned to face the window. 5 minutes away from the restaurant Mike was glad to be moments away from relief. He parked in the closest spot to the restaurant knowing he would have difficulty walking. As they got out of the car, he felt another urge coming from his bladder causing him to bend forward. He quickly but gently clutched his crotch and straightened up, Aria saw it and pretended not to notice. He walked over to her slightly crossing his legs and took her hand. They started walking hand in hand toward the restaurant. Aria had already made reservations so getting seated was fast and easy, thank god for that Mike thought. At this point Aria's underwear was damp from arousal. As soon as they got seated, they put their stuff down and both ran to the restrooms, Mike to pee and Aria to make sure she wasn't leaking too much precum. Ironically the restrooms were right next to each other and they both looked at each other with fear in their eyes, because the doors were both locked. Being a gentleman, Mike said he would be right back with the keys. He walked up to the greeting hostess and asked her for keys to the restrooms. She sadly replied with “I'm so sorry but we unfortunately lost the keys but we put in an order for new keys right away and they should be here in about a couple hours.” Mike was furious, he sternly said “ I don't know what kind of restaurant doesn't have back up keys to the restroom but okay thank you” He walked away in great discomfort.. He returned to Aria and explained to her the situation. She then asked with her puppy dog eyes “are you okay to stay and eat?” How could he say no to that adorable face of hers. Fighting his tears and with a forced smile he replied, “sure love.” They sat across from each other at the table and waited for the waiter. When the waiter showed up he looked at Aria and asked, “would you like to order a drink to start off with?” She answered “ yes thank you, i would like a lemonade please.” As the waiter turned to face Mike, before the waiter could even get the words out of his mouth. Mike quickly said “no drink thank you.” Aria laughed and said “I thought you would want a LARGE dr. Pepper, no?” Mike sarcastically laughed and mouthed the words fuck you. Aria looked at him and smirked. The waiter walked away in confusion. Mike jokingly asked “So how's our first date going so far?” She laughed and said “great.” The waiter brought out her lemonade and Mike's large dr.pepper. When Aria saw the Dr.pepper she almost died of laughter. The waiter then asked if they were ready to order. Mike couldn't even think about food right now and asked her if she could order for him. They have been best friends for so long so she would know exactly what he would want. She ordered a burger and fries for her and fettuccine pasta for her date. 30 minutes passed as they waited for their food, Mike started getting a little squirmy and Aria was even more aroused and her damp underwear was getting wetter by the minute. She looked down at her phone and got a text saying the worker was leaving her house and that everything was working fine. Mike asked “hey why are you on your phone” she replied flirtingly “the plumber just left, you think you can wait and make it to my house?” Mike, already in discomfort from his overfilled bladder, said with a forced grin “yep i'm a big boy, i'll be fine.” As the food was coming out, Aria noticed Mike hadn't taken a single sip yet from his drink so she said “aren't you going to drink your LARGE dr.pepper Mike??” Mike replied laughing, “ I don't find you funny.” As they ate she asked him “So what made you finally ask me out, i've been waiting for this for so long.” At this point Mike forgot he had to pee. He was so happy that she had liked him back all this time. He said, trying not to let his smile show “i finally had enough courage to do it, i was scared you only saw me as a friend.” She laughed and said “not such a big boy now are you?” Mike said winking at her “ you don't even know what big is yet.” They were finished eating and Aria asked if he wanted to stay a little longer for dessert. Mike replied saying “ can we please take it to go before i pee myself.” Aria covered her face in embarrassment and said “can you please not say that.” Aria was feeling more aroused than she's ever been before. Mike smiled and asked why, Aria replied saying it was a secret. Mike was too distracted to focus on the secret, he just wanted to get up and leave so he could pee. Ordering dessert to go took another 20 minutes, Mike was bouncing his leg again and grabbing his crotch more often. Aria, trying not to look at Mike, was fighting the urge to touch herself. When their to-go bags finally came, Mike jumped up and was almost running to his car squeezing his legs together. Aria was quickly following Mike to the car; she didn't notice her house keys fell out of her back pocket back at their table. Mike, already in the car, was crossing his legs in the passenger's seat. Aria got in the driver's seat confused. Mike asked, “Could you drive? I really need to pee and I don't think I can focus on the road.” Aria said “sure but where are your keys?” He reached into his pocket letting go of his crotch and quickly got the keys and gave them to her. As she was starting the car, she heard a gasp next to her. Mike was shaking his legs and grabbing his crotch trying not to wet himself. At this point Aria just couldn't fight it anymore and leaned over and gave him a little kiss before pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward her house. On the way, she realized that her precum was leaking out of her underwear but it hadn’t shown on her jeans yet. She was worried that soon it would start soaking through her jeans. Mike was still shocked and wondering about the kiss he had just received. He was thinking about kissing her back at the next red light. Aria was wondering why Mike hasn't said anything about the kiss. Just as she thought that, she stopped at a red light and Mike leaned over and kissed her. Aria slowly leaned in towards Mike and they started passionately kissing. The car behind them honked, and Aria realized that the light had turned green. This took Mike's mind off his increasing need to pee. She took off and both of them were trying not to let the other one know they were smiling. They drove the rest of the way in silence. Mike’s urge came back as they pulled into the driveway. Mike was ready to jump out and wait by the door so he could relieve himself. But just as he opened the door. Aria said “oh my god Mike im so sorry.” he looked at her in confusion and asked “what is it?” He was really starting to get desperate and he just wanted to get inside. Aria said, still looking around “I don't know where the keys are to get inside, I must have dropped them at the restaurant.” Mike’s heart sank and another wave of desperation hit him. He groaned, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his legs together as tight as he could. Aria said “ hey it has been a couple hours since we talked to them about the restrooms, maybe the keys arrived and you can go when you get there. ''Lets hope, I don't know how much longer I can hold it, it's getting really bad,” Mike said, holding himself tighter than before. Aria started up the GPS again and pulled out of the driveway. Mike was really starting to question whether he would make it or not. He could barely stay still in his seat. Crossing his legs and grabbing his dick wasn't helping as much as he wanted it too. Halfway there Mike noticed Aria was crossing her legs too so he asked “ Do you have to pee too?” Aria still didn't want Mike to know her secret so she nervously replied “yeah i do.” About 10 minutes later, Mike asked “how much further?” Aria said “ not too much longer baby, only like 2 minutes” Aria realized that she had just called her new boyfriend baby, her cheeks instantly turned red and she couldn't turn her face to look away because she was driving so she just avoided eye contact with Mike. Mike started blushing, hard. Although he still needed to pee very badly, it distracted him until they got to the restaurant. Aria got out of the car and was waiting for Mike but he didn't come so she went around and opened the door for him. She found him sitting there holding his dick and shaking his legs. “I don't think I can walk,” he said. Aria encouragingly said “ yes you can here let me help you” She helped him out of the car and held his hand. He quickly took his hand away and placed it in between his legs. She removed his hand and placed it in hers. He looked at her like she was crazy because without his hand there he could feel his pee slowly starting to leak. He let it go because her hands were so soft he wanted to keep holding them, he wanted to hold her too, not just her hands. He realized that in this situation he could probably get away with his plan. He pretended to fall over due to discomfort. She caught him and pulled him close to her. Mike held onto her as tight as he possibly could, he couldn't resist and kissed her on the cheek. They continued walking and Aria had her face turned away, blushing like crazy. They got into the restaurant just as it was about to close. Aria ran to the table they were sitting at and found her keys. She came back to Mike arguing with the hostess, trying to stand still. “What's going on?” she asked. Mike said “ apparently the keys got here an hour ago but the restrooms needed cleaning so they are covered in toxic chemicals” he hesitated “so i have to wait until we get to your house.” “I'm sorry” Aria said, “let's go back to the car and get home.” He nodded. When they got back to the car, she checked to make sure she wasn't completely soaking through her underwear. When she sat down, she noticed it had gone through her pants and there was a small noticeable wet patch on the front of her pants. Mike sat down in the car and put his seatbelt on, with that he groaned as it added pressure to his bladder. Mike felt a couple drops leak from his dick, he quickly crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch stopping the flow. He kept his hands over his wet spot trying to hide it from Aria. He didn't want her to know he had peed himself a little. Aria saw him grab his dick and thought about how badly she wanted him to touch her. She had to stop herself from asking Mike if he wanted to sleep over realizing it wasn’t the right time for her sex drive to take over. Mike then realizes that Aria had a spot on her pants, he had been so concerned with himself he totally forgot about her need. He asked her “Did you leak a little?” Aria was shocked that Mike noticed considering his state. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want Mike thinking she pissed herself, but she also didn't want Mike to know about her pee desperation kink. She hesitated. Mike saw how embarrassed she was and showed her the wet spot on his pants. This set Aria off. She grabbed Mike and started passionately kissing him. He let go of his dick and grabbed her face and kissed back. Mike didn’t know what was happening and what he did to get kissed like this but he was surprised when he felt her tongue inside his mouth. He didn’t want her to stop, he wanted to go further but he really needed to pee. He quickly took his hands off her and put them back to his crotch and said looking up at her nervously “we should get going, i need to pee so bad right now.” he squeezed his dick and bounced both of his legs. Aria replied “yeah okay let's go”. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant. During the drive, Mike was constantly squirming and shaking his legs. He even started trembling, god he thought damn it i need to pee. Aria said comfortingly “Don't worry we'll be there in 10 minutes.” He couldn't even talk. He just nodded as he crossed his legs tighter. 5 minutes later, Mike stuttered “ i-i-i don't think I'll make it, i have to go so bad.” He winced in discomfort. Aria put her hand on his arm and comforted him saying “hey it's okay, just a little longer baby. 5 more minutes, that's it.” She pulled into the driveway and Mike flew open the door and started running as fast as his bladder would let him, he was already at the door by the time Aria even got out of the car. Mike yelled “hurry Aria please hurry, i have to pee so fucking bad please hurry!!!” “I'm coming” she yelled back, fumbling with her keys a little because of her arousal. She opened the door and told him where the bathroom was. He ran down the hall and into the bathroom closing the door behind him. As Aria was setting her stuff down, she heard him yell “Aria p-please help me, i-i cant, my zipper is stuck.” She went into the bathroom and saw Mike was leaning against the wall, holding himself. He tried fumbling with the zipper again but it was no use. He let go of his crotch just for a second and Aria could see the outline of his dick. She tried not to look too aroused. Mike squeezed his legs together and shoved his hand in between them. She swore she saw sweat dripping from his forehead. She ran up to him saying “here Mike let me help.” She tried getting the zipper unstuck but Mike was moving around too much. “Mike love, try to stay still, i cant get it.” Mike groaned, he was trying his best but it was so hard he felt another drop of pee leak. And another. Just as Aria was about to unzip his pants, the wet spot on his jeans got bigger. Once his fly was open, he whipped out his dick and let go. Aria stood there in awe as he sighed in relief. Aria stood there, staring at him pee she slowly backed out into the hallway. Still watching him pee, knowing he couldn’t see her she put her hand down her pants and started touching herself. When she heard the pee stop she quickly took her hand out of her underwear and wiped it on her pants. Mike stepped out of the bathroom after washing his hands he walked to the door and said, “ I love you Aria. Thank you for tonight.” As he was walking out the door she ran to him and hugged him tight. Mike also wrapped his arms around her. She hid her face in his chest and said, “ I need to tell you something.” Aria took Mike's hand and guided it to her dripping vagina. Mike was confused as to why it was so wet and sticky until she whispered in his ear, “ I never had to pee. I have a pee desperation kink.” Mike finally understood what was going on. It wasn't pee he was feeling, it was precum. She looked up at him and started moving his hand to rub her clit. She let out a small moan. When Mike heard her moan he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started to rub her clit and put his other hand on her face pulling her in to kiss him. He walked her back until she hit the wall. She put her tongue in his mouth and started to rub his dick through his pants. He took his hand out of her pants and turned her around. So that she faced the wall he slowly kissed her neck while unzipping and taking off her sweater. Mike turned her back around to see that she had no bra on. He instantly started kissing her breast with the other one in his hand. He slowly ascended to kissing her neck and then back to her lips. He picked her up and carried her to the bed in her room while passionately kissing her. He bent over so that he was on top of her while her feet were hanging off the bed. Mike took off her underwear and started to lick her clit. Aria let out a violent moan and grabbed Mike's head moaning, “Don’t stop, Don’t stop. Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum.” she came right in his face. Mike stood and started to take off his pants and underwear and Aria got down on her knees and started to stroke his dick with her hands. After hearing him moan she put his dick in her mouth and started moving her head back and forth while rubbing her clit. Mike gently grasped her head and said, “Look up at me.” She looked up at him and he moaned, “God you're so amazing” She continued moving her head back and forth when suddenly Mike picked her up and put on the bed. He got on top of her and slid his dick into her. She moaned. He began to move in and out while kissing her. She started kissing him back too but she started letting out little moans every time his dick went deeper into her. Aria turned Mike over so that he was facing upwards and put his dick in her. She began to bounce on his dick. Mike let out a loud moan and said, “Fuck I love you.” Mike still holding onto Aria stands up and pins her to the wall and begins aggressively fucking her. Aria wrapped her legs around Mike as he continued to fuck her. They took a deep breath and let out a big moan as they both said, “I’M CUMMING!!!!” Mike stood there holding Aria in his arms. He held her close so that their noses were touching and he could feel her heavy breathing. He looked into her eyes, gave her a quick kiss and whispered in her ear, “ I really love you Aria.” He carried her back to the bed and laid down, holding onto her. They laid there for a few minutes just thinking to themselves. Aria couldn't believe that just happened, it's what she's been wanting all day but she never expected it to go like that. She thought, god that felt so good, i love him so much. Mike was in shock about how it started. He always thought that Aria wasn’t the aggressive type but she kind of just took over. He thought, I’ve never loved someone so much. Is it bad that I just want her to lay on me like this and just fall asleep. Mike started to get up but Aria wasn't ready to let go yet. She pulled him back down and said in a soft voice “ do you think you can stay the night….please?” Mike laid back down, cuddled her and kissed her lips saying, “Of course my love” He kissed her one more time and she snuggled her face into his chest and they fell asleep together.
  16. View File Snuppa Photosets Here are the first 32 photosets from Snuppa, as mentioned in this thread: The folders are grouped in zips of 10 except the last one that adds folders 31 and 32 (I don't have the ones numbered from 33 to 40). I added one sample from each photoset from different parts of the sets (desperation, losing it, fully wetting, afterwards), tell me for the later batches which ones you prefer. Submitter gus74 Submitted 05/26/2022 Category Female  
  17. "C-Cioccolata?" Secco whispered, rolling over in the cage and pressing his spine against it. He got no response at first, running his fingers along the bars as he listened to anything he could pick up in the darkness. He was just about to speak once more when he heard the echoes of Cioccolatas dress shoes stepping along the concrete of the basement floor. His heart leapt with excitement as his master approached. "Yes, Secco?" Ciocolata drew the words out. Secco heard shuffling as his master knelt down beside him, letting out a hot breath against the back of his neck. He shuddered. With accuracy like that, Secco concluded that he must have been wearing his night vision goggles. Secco had almost forgot the reason he'd spoken up at all. "It's full..." He announced the change in the state of his bladder at Cioccolatas request, "I like it..." he let out a hot breath of his own, beginning to tease himself through Oasis. The sounds of Cioccolata freeing himself from his pants filled the room, soon to be replaced with his contented sighing. Secco groaned, "Can I?" tugging at his hard-on. "Beg, puppy." Cioccolata growled, "and don't forget to call me your doctor." "Grrh..." Secco whimpered and huffed, "Please...Please, can I get myself off, Doctor?" "Oh, good boy~" Cioccolata moaned, "Yes, Secco. Do it." Secco could hear his masters voice breaking. The two panted in the dark, stroking themselves. Lost in the moment. Secco could feel the pressure building inside him, his bladder now bulging out beneath his belly. Waves of need and pleasure pulsed through him as he strained to maintain his hold through the growing need to build up to an orgasm. It wouldn't be long until his body became confused and couldn't decide what to let out first. Secco moaned in desperation, his organs throbbing. "I can't! I can't hold on much longer!" Secco cried out, pumping himself feverishly. "No! S-Secco...Pinch yourself shut and try to hold it for me..." Cioccolata panted. Secco squeezed himself at the tip, still stroking. His eyes burned with the urge to cry as he let out desperate yelps. The pressure of the fluid trying to force itself out was starting to become strong. The liquid fought hard against his pinched urethra, having nowhere to go after his bladder had taken in more than its max capacity, stretching to accommodate. Secco squirmed and whimpered restlessly until, finally, his body gave in. Secco yelled out in bliss, both cum and urine bursting from his tip with impressive force. He shook and gripped the cage bars as it happened, sweat and tears pouring from his face. The relief was indescribable. "Fuck, Secco~" Cioccolata reached his own orgasm at the sight, biting his lip as he watched the bulge under Seccos belly gradually shrink. The two of them panted for a while before lying on the ground in their own filth and falling asleep.
  18. View File DLEE-505 DLEE-505, the 6th classroom peeing vid in the series! Enjoy Submitter MBR Submitted 05/16/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  19. Warning: in addition to Omo, this story has BDSM elements and implicated bullying, but no rape. So if you're squeamish about those and/or under 18, I suggest clicking off the story. Also, there's one disclaimer: everyone in Golden Gushes and Burgundy Buttocks is at least 18 years of age. If you haven't already read the previous entry, Theory of a Wet Boy, I suggest you go do that first to get familiar with the other characters. Without further ado, please enjoy the story. Characters: Valentine Hailey; her fan base; Noel Johnson, George "It was a dark and stormy night..." is what I WOULD say if it weren't three o'clock PM on a drizzling Thursday. I mean, the school day just ended for these relatively young students! And today was the third meeting of the school's art club. George entered the club's main HQ. He looked around, and the meeting was obviously taking place in an art classroom. There were TONS of art supplies, the majority of which was coloring material. But what George didn't realize at first glance was that the club's members were all girls! They eyed him with heavy suspicion. It then got to his mind: he was in the wrong place! "Ahahahaha... sorry, ladies," he whimpered. "I didn't know this was a no-boys-allowed group. Hehehe." One of the sleepier members stood up. "We don't tolerate males here," she yawned. "It's a hidden rule of Valentine Hailey's loyal throng." "Loyal throng?! Wha- wait a m-m-minute! Isn't that-" Another member, this one more awake, banged the table she was sitting at like she were Phoenix Wright. "I wouldn't call it that," she proudly stated. "More like a dedicated fan group. And-" she pointed at the sleepy girl- "like Riley here said, this club is not for men. It's a holy place for WOmen." "Sorry, Charlie," Riley droned, still having trouble keeping her eyes open. "But if you don't leave now before Hailey returns, then I guess you're going to be mentally scarred for life, because she isn't nearly as merciful as we are." "O-o-o-okay," George stuttered. "I'll just go to the bathroom and be on my way-" Then, a new girl appeared outside the room. She looked like she meant business here, with a nurse's apron on her. "Attention, puh-lease!" she boomed. "I have found and captured..." she pulled another boy in- "the perpetrator!" Everyone gasped. This boy had handcuffs on him, but that's not what concerned the people already there. This boy was wearing a maid outfit! (He was a crossdresser.) "His name is Noel Johnson, and he loves, LOVES, LOOOOOVES to watch us girls undress. What a sick, twisted, perverted [redacted], am I right? "And who is that?" She pointed at George. "Uhh, hi. I'm George Lee." He tried to hold in his pee. "Nice to meet you all-" "That's enough. I'm satisfied. We're satisfied. And you two aren't going anywhere!" She forced Noel further into the room, entered it herself, then *beep boop boop beep* closed and locked the door behind her, sealing the only exit George had. "Uh oh... Spaghetti-o's," Riley sang to herself repeatedly. "Now then," the new girl announced, "for those of you who don't know, I am the one and only superstar leader of this club..." George grimly thought, "Is this the Hailey that Riley talked about? If so, I'm doomed!" "... Valentine... Hailey." George screamed as he ran to the door. He tried to unlock it, but *bzzzzzzt* the door wouldn't open! "Uh... George," Noel mustered the courage to speak, "you can't leave. Neither of us can leave until the boss lady says so." "Eh?! But I have to pee!" George tried to retort. Hailey pushed Noel to the side and smirked towards George. "I personally don't care about that, Curious George. Now, if you really need to go, just use a watercolor jar as your urinal." "But that'll just stink up this place! And it's unsanitary!" "I. Do. Not. Give. A. Flying. [Redacted]... about what excuses you come up with, because in the end, you have two choices: hold it in until you burst in your leg wear, or release it all now in one of our watercolor jars. Students like us face this dilemma every time we use them." "You wouldn't like the smell, would you?!" "That may be true. However, right now, we can all hear the rain splattering on the windows..." and as if on cue, the drizzle outside turned into a downpour! "Uuuuwwaaaaaaaaaa!!!" George's bladder turned rock hard in a split second. "Fine! I'll pee in the jars. Just show me where they are and I can show you my downstairs." "Wait a minute... downstairs means... Bleah!" Hailey exclaimed in disgust. "I changed my mind, George. You might be cute on the outside, with your black hair and flame-red eyes, but inside, you're disgusting, you're perverted, and if you can't hold it in any longer, it's not my fault you decided your actions." "Hailey, I'm sorry! It was an accident! *to himself* I thought she'd like to take a peek like Tracy did that one night! *to Hailey* Just please let me go to the bathroom, then I'll suffer whatever might be next on your schedule!" "First off, as a wise cartoon character once said, 'there are no accidents.' Second off, no matter how much you beg, we're not letting you leave to take care of your business. Just try to hold it in. It's that simple." "Yes, that's right, George," Noel reflected. "The women are setting up the glitter torture for you and I. There's nothing either of us can do." "Wait," said Hailey. "How did Noel learn about our signature message to boys?" "I heard from a friend of a friend of mine." "Okay, Noel. Why don't you tell Curious George what's going to transpire onto him? If you don't, he'll watch you go through it first." "The only thing I know is the name. Everything else is speculation and bias." "...All right. George, since Noel here couldn't explain it, we'll show it to you just so you know what to expect." George gulped. Was Noel going to be fed glitter against his will? Was Hailey doing to make his life flash before his eyes in a can of paint?! "Don't worry," she reassured George. "It's quite simple, and the only thing we'll hurt is your boyish [redacted] ass. That's what perverts deserve, right?" The girls all agreed. "Okay. Let's get started." Hailey pulled down Noel's pants and boxers. His crotch was nothing special, just a dick and balls. She then undid Noel's handcuffs, but he made no effort to escape. Instead, he accepted his butt's fate as she tied his hands to a rope. Riley got some glitter, and Hailey sprinkled it all over Noel's butt cheeks. Then... *THWAP* Noel was spanked. George couldn't believe his eyes or ears. *THWAP* Another hard slap on Noel's butt. George closed his eyes and covered his ears despite his bladder's obviously throbbing pain. The *THWAPS* became faster and faster until Noel's butt was painted rose red from all the impacts his butt took. "Just as I expected," he said. "It smarts down there. And it would pain me to sit down." "George, you're up next!" exclaimed Hailey. "You can't do that to me!" squealed George. "Uh, yes we can. We did it to Noel, and he's not even the first one to have his [redacted] ass beat. I don't think you'll be the last, but I want to say I'll try not to do this again." They tied his hands up considerably far from Noel, who was freed. "Noooo!" screamed George. "I can't hold it iiiiiinnnnnnnn!!" Hailey snorted. "You really think your current plight is gonna help you get out of this?! Ha! I'd like to see you try in bondage!" And then... ... *pssssssshhhhhh* "Ohhhhhh... noooooooo..." George cried as he wet himself in front of the whole club and Noel. This was NOT going to end happily ever after for George, considering Tracy wasn't here to cheer him up! Noel easily looked away, but the others just couldn't take their eyes off him. They were all mesmerized and amazed by the cacophony of a grown boy bawling and urine dripping from where he stood. All except Hailey. Her bladder gave up too, for some reason. She started tearing up. "He's crying?!" she asked herself. "Why?! That's not fair! He was supposed to sigh in relief and revel in his feelings until the glitter torture began! I could've enjoyed watching his face turn from happy to scared [redacted]!" She wept to herself after having her expectations defied. *drip, drip* "Ohhhh... waaaahh..." George was mortified by all this. He just wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep after the glitter torture. "George," Hailey confessed, "I'm sorry for making you cry. I really am, and I take back all the mean things I said to you. The glitter torture will not happen this day or ever again. It'd just make you sadder. And from now on, you are allowed in the art club." Everyone protested against her heartfelt decision. "But he's a pervert!" "The teachers would definitely be suspicious of the art club, if they're not already suspecting us of committing BDSM!" "What about Noel? He would be able to join if he doffed the maid dress!" "Somebody touched my fanny!" The protests went on and on. "Well, this is unusual," sighed Noel. "I think we'll be here for a long time..." Hailey couldn't take it anymore. "Everyone, stop talking!" she yelled. "I have made my choice, and that's final! The club is dismissed!" Other members went, "Awwwww!!" "Man," Riley lamented, "if only we could have one day where no perverts came near Hailey..." "Well, Riley," said Hailey, "consider your thirst for vengeance quenched. I will now deal with perverts in another room..." "The bathroom?" asked George. "No, the girls' locker room. It's where we undress." Hailey untied George, and they were the first ones out of the club. All the other girls followed them to the main parking lot. Noel stood there alone, in melancholy contemplation. ... When George and the girls made it to the main parking lot, he tried to hide his and Hailey's wet spots. "I really am so sorry," whispered Hailey, "for what happened earlier today. I love you, and I will do anything to stop you from crying." "If you couldn't forgive me," George responded, "how could I ever forgive you?" "Fair point. Though I don't want to go through that ever again. Promise?" "Uhhh... I... promise?" Then she kissed him, unintentionally grossing out the other girls. "Kissing spreads germs, you know!" Riley said. George replied, "One friend of mine always said that handshakes spread germs faster. So a kiss is healthier, if more crass." And that's a fact. The End.
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    DLEE-505, the 6th classroom peeing vid in the series! Enjoy
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  21. Although as I said I’ve had some ‘planned accidents’ (such as some that resulted from deliberately not going to the toilet even if I needed to before going out for a walk when it's raining- I can say a bit more about this in another post off anyone is interested)) I haven’t been in a situation when I was sitting next to someone of the opposite sex in a public place while getting more and more desperate to pee, with no opportunity to go to the toilet, since I was at school. In those days, when I started to feel the urge to pee grow while I was sitting at my classroom desk, I’d sometimes let occasional small spurts trickle into my thick underpants rather than raise my hand to ask to ‘be excused’ (as we put it when we needed the loo). I learned how to control the flow so the effects were never visible to anyone else - even though I was longing simply to relax and let it all flow out and my underwear was often rather damp by the end of the day.. But now, here I was, getting more and more desperate to pee while realising with growing concern that I might not have an opportunity to use a toilet for maybe another hour. And I was sitting very close to a woman who must have guessed my ‘need’, while it was absolutely impossible for me to go anywhere where I could relieve myself. I honestly hadn’t intended to be in this situation and it would be truly embarrassing if I ended up wetting my pants next to a stranger who would probably be shocked if they noticed that I was doing so. I certainly never want to offend anyone who isn’t into this (though I’d be love to explore this kind of thing with anyone who is into it - so long as it’s mutually agreed and I hope mutually pleasurable!). But in this case, I genuinely hadn’t meant to place myself in a position when I was absolutely bursting to pee while I was sitting in such close proximity to a stranger. I genuinely didn’t think I’d be able to hold on until we landed - and even when we did, I wasn’t sure how soon I’d be able to get to a toilet. I was longing to thrust one hand between my thighs to help ease the pressure in my bladder but I couldn’t do that without drawing attention to how desperate I was getting. So I took the flight magazine out of the rack in front of me and placed it on my lap, hoping that it would help to conceal the fact that I was pressing down on it with both hands as I pretended to scan the pictures of duty-free perfumes and watches and the pages of adverts for hotels and apartments in the sun. I glanced at the person sitting in the window seat to my right, but they were fast asleep, completely oblivious to anything I or anyone else was doing. So I turned to the woman in the aisle seat, cleared my throat and said “I wonder how long it’ll be until we land?” She looked at me and said “It shouldn’t be too long now. I hope not anyway." I wondered if she needed the toilet too. Of course I couldn't ask her but, despite everything, I could feel myself starting to get turned on at the thought that her need to pee might be as great as mine. But I was far too embarrassed to let her know how urgent things were getting for me so I made a non committal reply and pretended to read a few more pages of the magazine. At that point. the plane hit the patch of turbulence the captain had warned us about. It wasn’t too bad, just a slight juddering - in fact, it gave me an excuse to open and close my thighs rapidly as if the movement of the plane was causing me to do so rather than the real reason, which was that I was doing it in an attempt to stop myself leaking pee into my pants, parting and closing my legs, squirming in my seat each time the plane shook a bit more. Doing this seemed to ease things a little so when a few minutes later the plane emerged from the turbulence as suddenly as it had entered it, it took all my concentration to keep still. In fact, it took me a few seconds until I managed to stop moving my legs and body in the way I had been and I was really longing to keep doing so - but I daren’t risk letting the woman on my left know that things were getting so very urgent indeed for me. So I clamped my thighs together as tightly as possible, really struggling not to let anything leak out, urging myself to keep still though my legs were starting to tremble and my whole body was jiggling about however hard I tried to keep still as I wondered how much longer I’d be able to hang on or if I’d have to give in to the mounting pressure that was building ever more strongly in my poor swollen bladder. To be continued….
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    my first wetting video, knot in the string and i couldn’t hold it
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  23. first time wetting my pants desperately View File my first wetting video, knot in the string and i couldn’t hold it Submitter zanesherrod Submitted 05/12/2022 Category Male  
  24. My first try at a story. I tend to be a bit long winded so I thought I’d post in a couple installments. The story was inspired by a combination of the Paul Tester stories called “The All Day Girls” and the movie Groundhog day. Any kind comments appreciated. Loops Lacey had some social problems growing up since she simply couldn’t hold her pee as long as most kids her age and was thus prone to pee accidents. When she was very little, it wasn’t much of an issue but it became more so when she started school. Her control had gotten somewhat better by then but it was still not up to her peers. It became a serious issue as she approached middle school age and the embarrassment and teasing grew to the point that she didn’t even want to go to school. Her parents had her examined by a doctor and he did a complete set of rather uncomfortable tests. The doctor told her that she had an unusually sensitive bladder that sent signals about fill earlier and more intensely than usual but that it was normal in capacity. That meant that with training she could wait as long as the other kids but the need to go would be more intense than they felt for the same fill level. She would just have to overcome it. The doctor gave her a bunch of Kegel exercises and holding practice routines such as interrupting her flow and just plain waiting as long as possible several times a week. She even suggested fantasies, some sexual, as distractions to help her control her bladder. The latter weren’t all that much use until she matured a bit more but all the other exercises and routines she practiced diligently with the result that by now, at 21, she had very strong bladder control and could force herself to wait quite a long time despite feeling the need to pee extremely badly. When she had matured to the point that the sexual fantasy technique became useful, that to helped, not with the physical need so much but it did provide some distraction with the added bonus that she found that she very much enjoyed it. While trying to get control of her pee accident problem as a teen, she searched the web for pee holding techniques. She discovered some advice and also some things she hadn’t imagined such as Omarashi web sites and the entire pee desperation and wetting fetish scene. While actual wetting intentionally, by force or by accident and any S&M was of no interest what so ever to her since she her experience with wetting was it resulted far to many times in humiliation and embarrassment. She discovered that some people, mostly guys, were very much aroused by seeing someone, usually a girl, desperate to pee and that really intrigued her. It explained some of the reactions of others, especially guys, that had happened to her when they realized that she was desperate. She sometimes returned to surf the sites she had discovered even as she got older. In fact, that was what she was doing this evening and she had found some old stories called “The All Day Girls” by someone named Tester. It was apparently set in England at a boarding school and was about a group of girls in the school that had an initiation rite for their club of being able to hold their pee for a full 24 hours while eating and drinking normally. The idea kind of tickled her imagination, especially since she really couldn’t conceive of being able to go through a normal day without peeing, let alone a day and a night even with practice and working up to it. Her previous problems with incontinence made her voice a quiet wish, “I really wish I could work up to or find a way to make myself hold my pee like that, for a full 24 hours, and stay completely dry even while eating and drinking normally.” With that she signed off since it was nearing 11 at night and she was ready for sleep. A quick shower, brush and pee put her in bed. As she started to doze off, she glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was exactly 11. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery, having a run and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She gave a big stretch, feeling a signal from her bladder that it wasn’t empty but certainly not in acute need of emptying which was about the way she usually felt when waking after a solid 8 hours of sleep. After a bit more stretching and waking, she rolled out of bed, nude which was the way she always slept and her preferred mode of dress around the apartment. She started her usual morning routine of a stroll into the bathroom to brush her teeth, splash some water in her face and back out to turn on her radio to hear the news, weather and a bit of music while she did 20 minutes or so of various yoga poses and stretches. She hardly ever peed first thing, preferring to wait until after her exercises and after she’d consumed a mug of tea, a glass of juice and some cereal or an English muffin and was ready to dress for the day. Holding her pee when it was convenient and the need wasn’t critical was a routine she had started as control practice when she was much younger and had her bladder control issues. She wanted to hit the laundry first thing right at 8 when it opened since later it filled up and the wait for machines could be long. She finished her breakfast and quickly gathered her laundry, soap and bag of change. Then she headed into the john for a pee and a bit of makeup before dressing and leaving. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She started a big stretch then paused, odd, somehow it felt the start of her day was repeating itself. “No, that couldn’t be, of course, must have been a dream”, she thought. If it was, then it was a very vivid and lifelike dream. She shrugged it off and started her usual morning routine. When she turned on her radio, she was startled by the news and weather report since it was exactly what she remembered from her “dream”. She found herself anticipating the words and then having them follow exactly. Her consternation increased when the first song played after the reports and it was exactly the same as the one in her “dream”. She finished her exercises and got her mug of tea, her juice and a muffin, the same meal she had had in her dream. She paused while reaching for the strawberry jelly. In her dream, it had been strawberry but she decided to break with the dream and grabbed grape. Nothing happened and she began to relax a bit although she really couldn’t remember such a vivid dream that played out the next day like a repeat. Still wondering, she gathered her things and then headed into the john for a pee and makeup. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. This time she came awake almost immediately, glanced at the clock, saw it was just 7 and sat up nearing panic. “What is going on? This can’t be happening. I’m either stuck in some time loop straight out of science fiction or this is the craziest dream I’ve ever had and I’m still in it.” She mulled it over for several minutes then decided that a test to see if peeing was really the trigger for all this weirdness. She got up, went into the john, brushed her teeth and then with some trepidation sat on the toilet. It took her a moment to work up the courage to let go but she finally did and as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. Once again she came awake almost immediately and when she glanced over at the clock, sure enough, it said 7. She moved to the sit on the side of the bed trying very hard not to totally panic. She couldn’t imagine what this was or how it was happening but it appeared that as soon as she peed it somehow caused her entire day to reset. It simply wasn’t possible but there was no denying it was. She nearly lost it again thinking that there was no way out of the loop since she couldn’t not pee forever. She forced herself to calm and decided that either she had died and was stuck in some sort of hell forever or something later in the day would trigger an exit from this nightmare. Finally she decided that the only thing she could do was start her day, hold her pee and hope she’d recognize whatever was the exit when it happened. She did her usual routine right up until she was at breakfast. As she took her first sip of tea, she realized that if she had to hold her pee for however long it took to break this cycle, then adding liquid was a mistake. She got up, took her cup of tea and then dumped it into the sink…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her worst fears. Trying not to panic again, she lay in bed and assessed what she knew. It seemed that peeing caused the day to reset, not drinking when and what she normally did caused the day to reset and eating didn’t seem to be involved. Minor changes in timing of events she wasn’t sure about but suspected that they would need to be quite minor if they involved liquids. She wondered if adding extra liquid would cause a reset but decided that minimum intake was the way to go. Nothing else seemed to be involved. It made no sense and she really could see nothing she could do about it except proceed with her day and hope she either stumbled on a way to get out of this loop or whatever was doing this to her let her out. It didn’t seem possible but all the evidence said it was really happening and all she could do was proceed, not pee, drink normally and hope. With that she got up, brushed, exercised, ate, gathered her laundry stuff, put on make up, and dressed in a sort of romper. It was short sleeved and instead of having shorts on the bottom, had a short skirt. She figured that it was comfortable, washable and if she lost control, the skirt would allow for minimum mess, especially since she went commando. She skipped her morning pee knowing that appeared to be the new rule. She needed to go, of course, but it was manageable. In her web surfing she’d come across a 12 point scale of needing to pee and she estimated it was between 3 and 4, somewhere between definite and very definite need to go. She just hoped whatever was doing this let her go before she got to terribly desperate. She refused to even think about the possibility that whatever was holding her would make her wait until she lost control and then punish her by forcing a reset and doing it all over again and again. That had to be somewhere in the lower levels of Dante’s Inferno. So far not peeing and drinking normally seemed to be working as she headed out to the laundromat. She got there just as it opened and grabbed a couple machines. Living alone meant she didn’t have that much but she did have stuff needing separate cycles. After she got them going, she sat down to wait. It always was quite warm in the laundromat so she usually brought a bottle of water. She was very much afraid that if she hadn’t she’d have had another reset so she was careful to sip occasionally on it just as she would normally do. Waiting on the machines left her time to think about what was happening to her. It wasn’t possible, couldn’t be happening and she had no idea why it was happening, what triggered it or what she could do if anything to get out of it. She sat there stewing about it until the machines finished and then got her stuff into the dryer that needed it. Meanwhile the sips of water, the mug of tea and the juice were all making their way through her and into her bladder. By the time the dryer finished and she was on the way back to her apartment, it was just about 10 and her need to pee had grown to a strong 4 and working toward a 5. She really wondered how much longer she could hang on but she decided that for now she was still well in control. Back at the apartment, she put away the clean clothes and gathered her marketing list and bags. Then she headed for the market noting that it was just 10:30. Her normal routine at the market was to get a grande latte as soon as she arrived and sip it as she shopped which she figured she had better do today since it was the normal thing. She didn’t buy lattes except on market day as she felt they were overpriced but she had gotten in the habit as a sort of end of week treat. Most Saturdays after the market and things were put away it was approaching noon and she took a break from her chores and went for a long jog. The latte served as a sort of early light lunch for her that didn’t interfere with the run. By the time she was back from marketing and had put away the groceries, it was approaching 12 and all those drinks were still landing in her bladder. She felt she was now at about a definite 5, edging toward 6. She had to go badly but not so bad as to be seriously desperate. Still, it had been about 13 hours without a pee and the idea of a long run with so full a bladder wasn’t all that appealing. True, in high school she had been on the track team and had run races with a bladder about as full as hers was now but they were shorter runs. Yes, she could handle it but she wondered if maybe the spell or whatever it was had somehow lapsed. She had no way of knowing and if she was wrong then she’d no doubt have to start all over again. The anxiety and dread of still being stuck in this bizarre madness or maybe not stuck and believing she was made her head spin. She decided that she just had risk a pee and know. She stripped off her romper, headed into the john and sat down on the toilet. Her fear was so great that she had to sit there for several minutes before she relaxed enough to feel the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. She sat bolt upright and nearly screamed a “NO, NO, NO. Not again. I can’t do it. Why is this happening, why, why.” Then she dissolved into tears for several minutes. When she got herself under control, she simply went on auto pilot. She brushed, exercised, ate, drank, did her laundry, did her marketing, had her latte and did not pee. This time when she had finished putting away her marketing, she stripped off her romper and then just sat for a number of minutes at her kitchen table totally confounded, distressed, numb with shock and confused. She could see no way out. She had to pee badly but didn’t dare let herself go and had no idea what to do. Finally she sighed and decided that the only thing she could do was to avoid the things that triggered a reset as much as she could and proceed with her day, hoping that somehow this spell or curse or whatever would lift if she did. She got on her sports bra, a pair of loose gym shorts, her socks and shoes and started to the door. Then she thought, it was a cool day and she often wore a sweatshirt when it was like this. Surely it was normal and wouldn’t trigger a reset, plus, she would be able to work up a serious sweat with a long hard run in it. That was liquid that wouldn’t be going into her bladder. Yes, she decided, I’ll risk it. She put on the sweatshirt, got her key and Id on her lanyard and headed out. She made the first couple blocks before she was able to relax and just run, apparently the sweatshirt didn’t violate whatever the rules were. A couple blocks from her apartment there was a ravine park that had trails that ran on both sides of a creek at the bottom. She would run up one side and down the other on return. Since it was fairly steep sided, so the roads that crossed it were on bridges which meant she could run without having to stop for traffic. It ran for about 2 miles and then exited into a large park that had a running path around the perimeter and a couple of trails up a hill in the middle. That was about another mile if she went all the way around plus doing the hill. All together it made for a good 5 mile run and she was able to do it, hills and all in well under an hour. If she was feeling really really like running, she could repeat part of the ravine run up to the mid-point where a bridge crossed the creek or do the park twice. That could add up to 6 to 10 miles but her usual Saturday run was about 7. That took about an hour and a quarter with a cool down and that was what she set out to do today. To be continued.
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    One of my favorite (and rarest) types of wetting videos includes a girl getting stuck when they have to pee, and can't hold it until they get out. This was a custom video I ordered a bit over a year ago.
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