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  1. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  2. After her play date with Heather, this happened. Thanks to LadyHeather for the art
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  4. From the album: OMORASHI Summer Collection

    A blocked zipper and vacationers humiliated. If only she had asked for someone's help or would have let the other girls pass maybe we wouldn't be there....
  5. Ibis douglas from super robot wars has run into some trouble exiting her mech, will the problem be solved in time?
  6. (Decided to remake this chapter, because the original way I made it seems silly to me now XD) Knuckles the Echidna walked into a fairly large room in Eggman's base. Knuckles was an anthropomorphic echidna with red fur, tan skin, purple eyes, and a white crescent mark on his chest. "Strange, I don't remember a room like this in Eggman's base," the echidna said to himself. He noticed a large circle pattern in the middle of the room, and cautiously walked over to it. Knuckles looked around, "I don't see the point to this room, seems rather dull. Seriously unlike Eggman to build what looks like a waste of time." The moment he stepped on the circle, Eggman's voice came over the intercom, "Well, hello, Knuckles! So nice of you to drop by, and at a perfect time too!" Metal restraints clasped around his ankles, and the circle slowly started to rise, until Knuckles was face to face with Eggman, who sat behind a large window. More metal clasps wrapped around his wrists and forced his arms upward, a larger restraint wrapped around his midsection. "What is this?!" Knuckles exclaimed, trying to break the restraints, but to no avail. He glared at Eggman, the scientist laughed in triumph. "You're just in time to try out my latest invention!" Knuckles examined the machine, he noticed a meter not too far away from where he stood, which was slowly, but surely, filling. "What... is it?" was all Knuckles could mutter. "You see the meter? Once that's full, you shall be rather 'wet' as one might put it," Eggman explained. Knuckles raised an eye ridge, "I don't get it," Eggman laughed once more, "You will soon enough." Knuckles glared at the meter, as he did, he slightly fidgeted in the trap, he cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed by what he wanted to ask, but his pride forced him to keep quiet. He tried pulling at the restraints once more, but sighed as he couldn't make any visible progress. 'I wonder what this trap is meant to be for, it doesn't look very suitable for anything I can think of' Knuckles thought. He fidgeted again 'Why am I so jumpy? I never felt this way since.... oh Chaos no... now I get it!' Knuckles's eyes widened as he tried to escape once more ' No no no no no! Not this! Anything but this!' Knuckles groaned, "No, I was hoping to avoid this kinda situation," he growled quietly. The last time the echidna had felt this way was back on Angel Island, where he had pushed his bodily limits, and had a rather embarrassing accident while guarding the Master Emerald. Knuckles cleared his throat, "Ummm, tell me, what would I do if I needed, and I'm not saying I have to right this minute! B-but what should I do if I needed.. um... you k-know... a... uhhhhh... umm... a restroom...?" he asked awkwardly. Eggman had to conceal a smirk 'He has finally caught on' "Well, you could agree to do what I ask, and I would let you go, or you could feel free to wet yourself then and there." Knuckles blushed, "Wet myself? I'm a guardian, not a child, I don't have accidents, never had a single one in my life," Knuckles exaggerated. Growing up alone, Knuckles wasn't properly potty trained, and although he caught on quickly enough by himself, he's still awkward using modern bathrooms, that and he was prone to accidents every once in a while. Knuckles fidgeted again, his bladder filled up alarmingly quickly ' That's it, I'm never drinking water again before a mission' he vowed. His face started to glow red from the awkwardness and embarrassment of the situation; he swayed his hips back and forth, and rubbed his legs together. His face was contorted into an expression of desperation and discomfort. Knuckles could almost feel the golden fluid inside of him as he swayed his hips. His bladder ached, and even started to swell up slightly. Knuckles's thoughts drifted to water related subjects, which only made his bladder hurt worse. 'Ugh... I have to go! But I can't tell Eggman.. oohhh... what do I do? What CAN I do?! I could follow what he says, but that would mean turning against the others, but I would make it to the bathroom before I have a embarrassing accident. Or I could wait it out until someone notices I'm missing... but that could take hours! I could wet myself right here.. what am I thinking?! I can't do that!' "What's the matter, Knuckles? Had a little too much to drink before coming here? You're awfully fidgety," Eggman asked, "No way! Even if I did, I could hold it for hours!" Knuckles boasted in reply, which only gained him sharp aches from his bladder, which was nearing its limit already. 'Why did I say that?! Now he's going to expect it from me! I can't hold it for one hour or thirty minutes longer, let alone a few hours!' Knuckles thought worriedly. His face was a bright red now, and his bladder was bulging visibly. 'Do what he says! Do what he says! I can't take this anymore!' "Alright! Tell me what you want me to do! I can't take it anymore! I need the restroom now!" Knuckles roared with tears in his eyes. "Hmm, the same echidna who told me he could wait for hours on end is now begging to be released, I thought you said-" "I LIED, I LIED, OKAY?! LEMME GO! I'M GONNA WET MYSELF!" Knuckles cried, as he began to feel urine trickling down his legs. "Well, since you told me a lie, the only punishment I can see is for you to fulfill what you claimed," Eggman said, to Knuckles's dismay, "YES, I LIED! I CAN'T HOLD IT FOR HOURS! PLEASE, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY, JUST LET ME GO! I'M AT MY LIMIT!" Tears streamed down the echidna's face, holding it all back was agony, he needed to release it all before it caused serious harm on his body. He sniffled, hiccups and stutters escaped his mouth. "I have to pee... please.. lemme go... I can't hold it.. I seriously can't.. I'm sorry for lying *hic* I need to let it all out now......." he whispered, unsure if Eggman even heard him. The meter was at one hundred percent, anything more added to what the echidna had would result in an accident, but as long as Knuckles got his bladder emptied, he'd take anything at this point, even just giving up and peeing on the circular platform. The idea was too tempting, and his bladder was too full for him to care, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Everything in his vision was blurry, his hearing was muffled, his thoughts were scrambled, and he lost feeling in his skin. Knuckles was trying his best to hold the ocean of urine inside. 'I can't take this anymore...... I need to go now... it hurts too much...' he thought tiredly. "Please, I beg you, please let me go, I don't want to wet myself," Knuckles sniffed, "Let me use the restroom, please, I'll do whatever you ask." Eggman finally decided it was enough tormenting the echidna and released the restraints. Knuckles, once free, fell to the ground, curling up into a ball, his hands tightly clutching the exit. "What are you doing, Knuckles? I set you free," Eggman said. "Can't..... move....." Knuckles muttered. Eggman was about to say something more, until Knuckles sat up on his knees, his hands never leaving his midsection, "No no no no no!" he exclaimed, a golden puddle growing underneath him. Tiny drops trickled past his hands, and the golden urine stained his gloves. His face was distressed, but he sighed with relief as his bladder finally emptied. Some of the urine trickled down off of the circular platform, landing on the metal flooring below. Knuckles made no move to stop the flow, not that he could, or wanted to, get the waterfall to stop, it just felt too good to stop now. When the stream ended, Knuckles was breathing heavily, a smile etched on his muzzle, despite that he was completely soaked from the waist down in urine, he felt noticeably better. He stood up on shakey legs, "I'm gonna clean up on Angel Island." With that, Knuckles glided down off of the platform, then walked out as if nothing happened.
  7. Burstin

    Snowy Day Holding

    After a busy Christmas at work I was grateful to have the weekend off, we didn’t waste any time and headed up North to see family. We left immediately after I finished work on Friday night and planned to travel back late on Saturday evening. We were surprised at the amount of snow we found when we got there, it took longer than expected to arrive and we were exhausted when we finally made it after 11pm. We said hello to the family and headed straight up to bed, collapsing under the duvet and barely stirring until morning. We were woken early by my nieces and nephew bouncing around on the bed; I needed a wee so it wasn’t the most welcome of wake ups… It’s a good thing they’re cute! They then led us by the hand downstairs to breakfast, I still needed a wee but it wasn’t too urgent so I sat and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast with the family, catching up on their Christmas and enjoying spending time with the kids. We then headed into the living room and exchanged presents, it was a joy to see the children opening their presents and playing with their toys. I helped my sister in law take the wrapping paper out to the recycling bin and was taken back once again by how bitterly cold it was, it took my breath away and I rushed back inside to warm up by the fire. The plan for the day was a simple but fun one; we would head out to the local park with our sledges and enjoy playing with the kids in the snow. I had been worried about being warm enough but when I opened the last of my presents I was thrilled that my niece and nephew had bought me a onesie so I decided to wear this underneath my clothes to keep me warm! We headed back upstairs to get dressed, there was someone in the loo so I headed straight for the bathroom and jumped into the shower, I had a bit of a wriggle as the warm water reminded me of my need for the loo, I contemplated peeing in the shower but decided against it as it wasn’t my bathroom. I wrapped a towel around me and dashed across the landing to our bedroom; I quickly dried myself and pulled on my underwear before popping my onesie on and zipping it up. I decided to wear jogging bottoms over the top of them, with a big hoodie and then my coat. Two pairs of socks completed my outfit and I pulled on a pair of wellies to keep my feet dry. I still needed a wee so decided I would go as soon as I left the bedroom, as I did so however I found that everyone was waiting for me downstairs and my nieces and nephew were shouting me! I decided to wait until we went somewhere for lunch, I could easily hold it. We headed out, the children were so excited and my boyfriend loved showing them how to sledge, we had snowball fights and made snow angels but were all a little cold and rather hungry by lunchtime. We headed off towards the local pub for lunch, it had a roaring fire and we chose a table fairly close to it so that we could thaw out a little. We treated them all to lunch and my brother and sister in law enjoyed the break from the children while my boyfriend took them to another table to do some drawing. They drew a snowman and were keen to build one, my nephew thrust my coat at me and dragged me outside by the hand, we walked across to the park and I helped the three children start a huge snowball, they loved rolling it around the field. I was beginning to really need the loo now and secretly hoped someone would come out and take over so I could head back to the pub and use the loo, my breakfast orange juice had joined with the large glass of water and pint of local cider that I had enjoyed with lunch and they were all now weighing heavily in my bladder on top of whatever I had drunk since I last relieved myself around 6:30pm before leaving work! I kept glancing across towards the pub hoping to see someone coming across to me, eventually to my dismay I saw the whole family heading across the field… I knew that there was no way I would head back to the pub and hold everyone up so I resigned myself to holding it again! We carried on building our snowman and having snowball fights before taking the children up the hill to carry on sledging, we carried on until it went dark, by which time the children were exhausted and all fell asleep in the car on the way home. My nephew woke when we got home and rushed over for a cuddle, we sat on the sofa and he climbed on my lap placing his head on my chest, before we knew it he was asleep and I was once again trapped unable to relieve myself, and with my nephew straddling my lap he was pressing down on my now fairly uncomfortably full bladder. My sister in law made the most incredible hot chocolates and we sat around the fire sipping away at the huge mugs of sweet milky chocolate. My bladder felt as though it was bursting, but somehow the hot chocolate and the lovely cuddle from my nephew must have lulled me to sleep… I woke up a considerable time later, hours in fact to find that my brother and sister in law had also dozed off and my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. My nephew was still crushing my poor bladder, and with the addition of the hot chocolate it felt as though it was bulging so hard that he was pushing it through to my back. I tried to move but he kept stirring and I didn’t want to wake him, so waited until my boyfriend reappeared and asked him to carefully lift him off me, we took him up to bed and tucked him in still dressed. I desperately needed a wee but there was someone in the toilet so I headed back downstairs, my boyfriend had my coat ready and was saying goodbye to everyone when I got downstairs, he had loaded the car whilst I had been asleep and it was now late and snowing badly so we needed to head back. I glanced back upstairs and saw that the toilet appeared to still be in use, presumably by one of the children so reluctantly hugged everyone and headed out to the car. As we reversed off the driveway I announced “I am DESPERATE for a wee, can we stop at the earliest opportunity please?”, my boyfriend was a little perplexed as to why I hadn’t gone before we left my brother’s house but once I had explained my predicament he was amused. My bladder was so full that I could barely stay still, I searched the roads for anywhere to stop, a fast food restaurant, a public toilet, a petrol station, but there seemed to be nothing, and we were travelling at snail’s pace thanks to the snow so getting anywhere was taking forever. When we eventually hit the main roads it wasn’t much better, an hour passed and I wasn’t any closer to relief. There was a pain low down in my bladder that just couldn’t be eased, and waves of urgency swept over me causing me to fidget terribly until eventually there was no respite and I had to resort to holding myself and scissoring my legs to try and hold on, I begged my boyfriend to try and find somewhere to stop but knew that there wasn’t anywhere, I checked the sat nav on my phone for anywhere that might afford me some relief but all I could see were fields and long roads of nothingness. Another hour passed and I was now so desperate that I begged him to stop anywhere that was safe and had a little privacy, after 15 minutes even privacy wasn’t important and I was just desperate for him to stop before my bladder exploded… I was frantically bouncing around in my seat trying to hold it, the moment he eventually stopped I almost dived out of the car and pulled down my trousers before realising I also had my onesie on! There was no way I was getting completely undressed outside at the side of the road, which would be the only way of removing it so much to my dismay I had no choice but to limp back to the car and lower myself back into the seat. Bouncing was now too painful so I resorted to a slight wiggle and sitting bolt upright to try and give my bladder enough room and prevent squashing it, I clenched my pelvic floor and tried to hold back what now felt like an ocean of pee, with almost 2 hours until we got home there was no way I would be able to make it. My bladder was hugely swollen and bulging out of my abdomen, it was rock hard and aching terribly, every couple of minutes a wave of cramping pain added pressure to my already solid bladder causing it to feel like a bowling ball in my belly before relaxing slightly and repeating the process minutes later. Each wave felt worse than the last and many had made me leak as they tore through me with such ferocity that the pain forced me to relax my muscles momentarily. Eventually the pressure pain was constant and I was whimpering with agony as my poor bladder squeezed with all its might, I tried absolutely everything to hold on and pressed both my hands into my crotch to buy me some time, my boyfriend knew that I was at the absolute edge of my abilities and that I just couldn’t hold it any longer, as if by magic a small layby appeared, just wide enough for a car and seemingly hidden from the road by thick hedges and trees, he pulled over and I jumped out of the car once again, holding myself as he helped to remove my hoody and unzip my onesie, I had already kicked off my wellies in the car so I tore down my trousers and onesie and stepped out of them. I began to pee immediately and quickly squatted down as an enormous stream of pee hissed from me and disappeared into the deep snow. I could see steam rising from between my legs and knew I was melting a patch beneath me with the heat of my blissfully escaping stream. I moaned in pleasure as my bladder began to empty and the pain subsided, after what felt like forever (I am reliably informed it was no more than a couple of minutes) the stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. It was only now that I suddenly realised that I was completely and utterly naked apart from my bra, peeing into the snow in freezing temperatures. I could no longer feel my feet which had been buried deep in the snow, so needed a hand getting up and carefully walking across to the car. I placed my onesie on the seat and pulled on my joggers and hoodie and wrapped up in my coat, I glanced across to see that there was a patch of lush green grass in amongst the white snow, I had cleared a sizeable circle of snow which was still steaming slightly with the heat of my puddle rapidly cooling amongst the freezing snow. I wrapped my painfully frozen feet in my hoodie and turned up the temperature on the car heater as I settled back into my seat, as I looked back out of the window I was surprised to see my boyfriend taking advantage of the stop to release his own sizeable pee into the snow just behind my clearing. Finally we continued our journey, both feeling decidedly more comfortable and vowing that in future we would both ensure that we definitely used the loo before leaving to drive home in the snow.
  8. I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x
  9. Last night me and the boyfriend went camping, we've recently bought a new tent and were eager to try it out. Particularly because there was due to be a storm and torrential rain, what better conditions to test a tent! After a lovely day wondering around the woods we pitched the tent and settled in for the night, a few hours later the thunder and lightning started. We lay snuggled in our sleeping bags watching the flashes light up the darkness inside the tent and counting the seconds before the thunder hit, recalling stories of our childhood thunder experiences. I had needed a wee for some hours but was a little reluctant to go outside in the bushes...So I waited, and waited, and waited until I really did need to go, I sat up and unzipped my sleeping bag "Where are you going?" the boyfriend asked, "I'm dying for a wee, I'm gonna have to brave it!" I replied, "Erm, I don't think so! We're in an open field with no cover and in the middle of a lightning storm! You'll have to wait until it's over" he replied. "I'm not sure I can, I really need to go I've been holding it for hours!" I explained. "Okay, just give it half an hour and see if it eases a little as it really is bad right now" he ordered, I agreed, to be honest although I love storms I didn't really fancy squatting down for a wee in the middle of one, I could wait another half hour or so but hoped it would clear up as I wasn't sure I could make it much longer than that. I lay back down and zipped up my sleeping bag, I ran my hands down my body and felt my hard and swollen bladder, carefully massaging the bottom of it to try and relieve the discomfort from the pressure. It helped a little but I was really bursting and couldn't help fidgeting, I rolled over onto my side and placed my right arm over the boyfriends chest, he hugged me close and I placed my head on his shoulder and once again enjoyed the flashes and bangs of the storm. I was exhausted and could feel my eyes were heavy, however the discomfort in my bladder was sure to keep me awake so I waited patiently for a gap in the storm to be able to relieve myself. I rolled forward a little so that my leg was draped over his, meaning my bladder was sort of suspended in the void between us, it felt a little better and relieved a tiny bit of pressure. "You really can't keep that leg still can you!" my boyfriend chuckled, "Huh?" I enquired, "That leg, your foot has been tapping non-stop since you placed it over me!" I hadn't even realised, I tried to stop it but felt so desperate without the gentle movement so it soon crept back. "I've really got to go soon!" I said as a huge cramping pain tore through my bladder, I pulled my knee up and clenched my fist, grabbing a handful of his sleeping bag as I did so. "Okay, not long now, it sounds like the thunder is easing a little" he comforted, "Good, otherwise we'll be testing how waterproof the tent is from the inside!" I laughed. I rolled back onto my back and lifted my knees up, I gently placed both hands at the very base of my bladder and rubbed carefully in a circular motion, it hurt at first but after a couple of minutes it seemed to ease the pain slightly. As long as I stayed quite still it was relatively comfortable, my boyfriend pressed the button on his watch to check the time "Blimey it's 1:30am!" he exclaimed, "No wonder I feel so tired" I replied, "I really am gonna have to go for a wee soon honey, it's hurting!" I added, before he had chance to say anything a huge flash of lightning lit up the tent followed almost immediately by a huge rumble of thunder, it made us both jump! I scissored my knees apart and back together as I fought the urge to pee, "I can't hold it much longer, honestly that almost made me wet myself!" I gasped. "Okay, not long now, let's hope this is its big finish!" he laughed as another flash of lightning illuminated the tent and thunder ripped across the sky. I lay as still as I could manage but couldn't help but wriggle around and feel uncomfortable, I must have let out little moans, groans and gasps as he kept asking if I was okay "Mmmmm hmmm" came my response, through gritted teeth. I was so tired my eyes were stinging so I closed them and watched the flashes through my eyelids, I could hear the gap between the lightning and the thunder getting longer and longer and focussed on holding on until the thunder quietened to a gentle ripple. I woke in absolute desperation, I immediately rolled onto my side and curled up pulling my knees in to ease the pain, it only added to the pressure so I straightened them again, nope that was painful too, oh my God I was going to wet myself! I fumbled with the zip of my sleeping bag, frantically trying to free myself whilst at the same time clenching everything so tightly that it hurt terribly. I couldn't undo the zip, I was panicking, it was dark and I just couldn't seem to work it down... Instead I started to wriggle it down my legs, as soon as I could manage it I clamped a hand between my legs and pressed as hard as I could "Oh my God I'm gonna wee myself!" I whispered, not really wanting to wake the boyfriend but frantic with desperation all the same. I moved onto my knees and carefully shuffled to the tent opening, I doubled over as a wave of agonising desperation tore through my abdomen, I winced as every fibre of my bladder contracted and pushed as hard as it could to try and gain some relief, I squeezed as hard as I could manage to try and hold back but it was almost impossible. Again I fumbled with the zip, I remembered that we had padlocked the two zips together, why I don't know, to prevent intruders possibly?! I fumbled around for the keys, I had no idea what I was looking for or where to look, I doubled over again in pain, on all fours but with one hand still firmly planted in my crotch holding back the flood that so was trying to desperately to come. The pain was immense and despite my best efforts I couldn't help but be frantic and panic! I grabbed my phone, as I struggled to press the buttons to use it as a makeshift torch I glanced at the time 3:45am, over 2 whole hours since I was bursting at 1:30am, no wonder this hurt so bad! I grabbed the boyfriend’s leg and shook him "Oh my God what's happening are you okay?" he blurted in tired confusion, "I have to pee so bad I can't hold it where did you put the keys to the padlock!?" I yelled frantically, it took him a second to focus and figure out what was going on, with the flashlight of my phone blinding him it was a lot to take in "Quickly, I can't hold it!" I yelled as I felt my hand begin to fill with pee, "Erm, okay, right, one second, I'm sure I...", "Oh my God quickly!! Honestly I'm wetting myself!" I yelled again "Stop yelling at me and let me think!" he yelled back, I was on my knees with both hands in my crotch, one pressing on my pee hole and the other pressing it in even further but it was still coming out, I had cupped some of the flow in my hand but I couldn't hold much more in my tiny hands. I bounced a little and clamped everything shut, normally when this desperate I would stand up and pee dance but in the tiny tent there was no room. "Honestly babe I'm wetting myself, please hurry!" I reminded him, "I know, I know, I'm trying, Ahh here they are!" he said holding up the keys triumphantly... "QUICKLY!" I gasped as more escaped into my hand, I placed one hand under my bum to try and stop myself from wetting my sleeping bag, he fumbled with the lock in his nervousness and tiredness, finally the lock came free and he quickly unzipped the door, I was crawling through the gap before he had even finished. I didn't bother to move, run, look for shelter or anything, I simply sat back into a kneeling position and peed, I could feel the warm pee running out of me like a hot tap, soaking my calves and turning the cold wet mud briefly into warm wet mud. I leant forward and placed my hands inside the tent so I was on all fours, "Ohh God I needed that!" I gasped, "I gathered that, my heart is thumping with adrenaline!" he said, I could just make out his face in the early morning light. "I thought I was going to burst, I needed it so bad I really just couldn't hold it!" I replied, he leant forward and kissed me. I crawled back to the tent and sat on the liner outside, I wriggled out of my pyjama bottoms and kicked them to one side, I wiped my legs and muddy feet and hands with a wet wipe and fell back into the tent. The sun was almost up by now and the most beautiful orange glow had covered the field, with the front of the tent open we had a beautiful view of the sunrise and lay there cuddling as it filled the sky with beautiful light. I sat forward and poked my head out of the door of the tent and looked around... "Babe, there are some bushes RIGHT here next to the tent!" I exclaimed, "Yeah I know" he replied, "I could have gone for a wee in those, they're about 5 metres away! I could easily have run for it between lightning strikes!" I complained, "Yeah, I know you could have... But where's the fun in that?!" he smiled. I didn't know whether to kill him, or fall in love with him all over again!
  10. Reasons she couldn’t go: trapped Brittany loved the coast. The sea always calmed her even on the stormiest of days. The only daughter of an international businessman Brittany had inherited a substantial amount of money when her dad died and invested it in her beloved and treasured 8th floor apartment overlooking the sea. The view was what sold it to her, that and the long open balcony she could sit on and have panoramic views of the sun setting at night. One day she hoped to share it with someone special, but for now she made do with Snowy her Persian cat. Brittany didn’t earn a fraction of what her father had, nor her mother who had remarried and moved abroad after her father’s death, but as a fashion designer she knew many A list celebrities and socialised with a lot of people of money. Brittany knew how to look the part with exclusive well fitted clothing, high sparkling shoes and matching bag. Though her car was leased it was prestige and pristine in every way and Brittany carried herself in every way as a woman of wealth and strength. It had been another long day for Brittany as she worked from her office an hour away in the city. She travelled widely and was familiar with the fashion industry worldwide so it wasn’t unusual for her to have another long Skype meeting with contacts in Japan and Europe. She drank expensive coffee as she finalised details on the latest deal before closing down for the weekend and heading home. The weather was awful and traffic was painfully slow as Brittany listened to the radio and sipped steadily from her iced water. The hour drive turned into an awful two hours in horrendous weather as Brittany finally saw signs to her familiar coastal town. Deciding she was too tired to cook she pulled into the side of the road and ran into the local Chinese take away and waited as thunder and lighting ravaged loudly as her meal was prepared. Sitting waiting and watching the rain Brittany found herself crossing her legs and tapping her foot, thinking that she was feeling quite uncomfortable but assuming it was from the cold and dampness and the awful stormy, cold, and very wet weather. The take away was quiet and before long Brittany was running back out to her car placing the meal carefully at the footwell of the passenger seat as she drove up the hill towards her apartment block, her headlights on full and windscreen wipers on fast. She turned the engine off in her allotted reserved space and grabbed her meal and ran, wishing her designer coat had a hood and mentally reminding herself to design some practical wet weather gear soon. Usually she would be healthy and climb the 8 levels of stairs but not wanting her meal to get cold, and tired from a very long day, work, and long drive, Brittany pressed for the lift as more thunder and lightning struck. She looked forward to eating her meal as she watched the sky light up and she also, quite suddenly, realised she was also very much looking forward to using the bathroom. She swept her long wet hair back off her face as she pressed floor 8 in the lift. The doors closed and the lift moved. Brittany stood crossed legged, her hair dripping and her designer dress damp from the waist down. She crossed her legs, looking forward to a lovely long pee before enjoying her meal. Suddenly the lift shook slightly before going silent and dark as the realisation dawned on Brittany that the lift had broken and she was trapped. The small closed cubicle she stood in now lit solely by an emergency light above her Brittany moved from foot to foot as she dug in her handbag for her mobile phone. Firstly thinking she could call someone then realising she had no idea who to even call. She had no brothers or sister, or real close friends even. Her dad was dead and her mum abroad and she didn’t even know the name of any of her neighbours. As she scrolled through her contacts she suddenly noticed that there was no point calling anyone as trapped in the lift the phone had no signal anyway! Instead Brittany used the torch of the phone to shine around the closed in lift in search of the emergency buzzer or phone. There was just an emergency button so she pressed it and waited. It rang for a while then stopped. Alone, hungry, and now bursting for the toilet Brittany wasn’t sure what to do. She tried the button again and again it buzzed then stopped. The silence and closed in dark room made her feel more trapped than ever. Five minutes past and time seemed to drag in as Brittany stood against the back wall of the lift crossed legged. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and the smell of her dinner was so enticing. Brittany sat on the floor and decided to look at her meal. Incredibly the shop had put disposable cutlery in with her meal and Brittany sat eating on the floor of the lift direct from the cartons her food came in feeling herself to be most undignified and common. She’d never eaten direct from a carton ever and couldn’t recall the last time she’d ever used disposable cutlery. Still it was good to eat and drink, as she guzzled from a bottle of water in her handbag from work. As she ate and drank with her bottom on the floor and her knees raised Brittany rubbed her bladder as it ached again. She so badly needed to pee. Finishing her meal she wiped her mouth with a tissue and carefully packed the leftover containers and food into the carried bag and stood up again, pacing the lift as being upright now intensified her bladder woes. Her expensive tailored designer dress had now dried from the earlier rain as Brittany pressed against it to hold between her legs. Checking her phone she noticed her battery almost dead and still no signal so she once again pressed the emergency buzzer and was relieved to hear someone finally answer. The call handler was reassuring and comforting and aware of the fault which had been caused by a lightening strike causing a power failure. Help was on the way she was assured but unfortunately she needed to be patient despite being trapped. Brittany was far too embarrassed to mention her problem and she only hoped there was no cameras as she paced and danced about. Time passed as Brittany grew more restless, more annoyed and definitely more desperate to pee. Her foot tapped, she paced, held her bladder and grabbed between her legs constantly, all the time moaning and voicing how bursting she was. In the dim light of the confined lift Brittany found herself getting bolder the more she struggled to hold. Pulling her tights down she placed a hand directly inside her pants and massaged her vagina as she moaned in urgency. There was desperate and then there was seriously desperate and Brittany was reaching the latter fast! Tears formed in her eyes as the sudden realisation that she might not make it out dry washed through her mind. Her bladder hurt, her head spun and her pussy tingled beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Thoughts ran through her mind of being caught with a hand inside her knickers, or with a huge puddle between her legs or worse still...with her hugely expensive clothes drenched in urine. Brittany wasn’t sure which would be worse but what she did know was that she had to do something as her hand warmed with dribbles escaping as she bend over double in utter urgency to release. Hoping someone would hear Brittany cried out ‘help! Someone help! I’m peeing myself in here! Someone help! I need the toilet urgently! Someone help me! Anyone!’ Brittany jumped as a male voice called down. ‘Hello! Is there someone down there? Do you want me to call the fire brigade? There’s been a power cut. Are you ok in there?’ Delighted to hear another human Brittany pulled her hand away, pulled up her knickers and tights and called back dancing from foot to foot. ‘Yes! I’m trapped in here. Been here almost an hour. Lift company supposed to be on way but I need out of here urgently! I’m....I’m bursting for the toilet in here!’ ‘Oh dear! That isn’t good. That’s awful actually. Are you alone in there? Do you want me to call anyone?’ ‘I’m alone yes. I’m ok. Except my bladder that is. Could you call the company. Tell them it’s an emergency please.’ ‘Yes of course! Is there a number on the lift anywhere?’ Brittany squirmed violently as she called out the number to the mystery voice above, her heels tapping noisily on the lift floor. She could faintly hear the voice talking as she made out the building name, address and the fact she was trapped. With one hand grasping between her legs she paced the lift in frustration. She absolutely had to pee, and right now! ‘Someone’s on their way mam. They are aware you are there. Please just hold on.’ ‘I bloody wish I could! I don’t think I can though.’ ‘Oh gosh that is terrible. I’m sorry. All I can do is let you know I am here, if that helps at all. I once had an accident myself and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It can’t be helped if you really have no other choice.’ Brittany couldn’t believe she was talking to a stranger, a voice really, about her bladder agony, but desperation was overtaking her rational thoughts and she could feel and hear her own heart racing. She’d never wet herself and found it disgraceful but there was something intriguing, comforting even, from the male voice above hearing that someone else had reached the end of their tether and peed themselves. Brittany sobbed softly and moaned as another spasm took hold. ‘It hurts.’ ‘Oh mam that’s not good. Not good at all. I think you had better just do something. I don’t know what’s easier...just let go or maybe go in a corner? Oh I am so sorry mam this must be just terrible being so desperate like you are. You do sound so distressed.’ ‘I....I can’t wet myself! These clothes are....well it’s just not right is it! God I need out of here! I need a bathroom so badly!’ ‘Clothes wash mam. It could be a while before you get out yet. It’s sucks I know and I just want you to know I am here.’ Brittany cried. Strong, respectable, wealthy but none the less in a situation she couldn’t control. Her bodily needs superseding everything else. Maybe the stranger was right. Her clothes could wash. Yes she’d be embarrassed and mortified but what other choice did she have? Brittany leaned against the back of the lift as she cried out and sighed simultaneously... Her hands by her side and her body tense, warm liquid ran down her pants, tights and dress as she stepped out of her shoes as her own pee flooded the inside of her tights. She couldn’t stop though as she bend forwards and pulled her tights down as urine flowed steadily down the inside of her legs and now ran over the outside of her tights and over the top of her hideously expensive shoes. She bent her knees as more and more urine continued to pour out from between her legs until it finally steadied to a trickle before ending. Still sobbing Brittany pulled her tights off completely and rung them out onto the floor, followed by her knickers which were completely drenched. The silence of the lift broken only by the sound of liquid being squeezed out of her garments. ‘You ok down there?’ ‘Just about.’ ‘It shouldn’t be much longer mam.’ ‘It’s ok. I can wait now. I hope they have a mop though.’ ‘If not I’ll get mine. Don’t worry. I mean what else can you do when you need to go and you are trapped?’ Whoever the male voice was he definitely had a point.
  11. View File Omoani - Trapped in an Elevator - 椎奈部長のもじもじ動画【無修正版】 You can watch the original video here: http://www.nicozon.net/watch/sm30524066 Submitter Rinatro Submitted 04/17/2017 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  12. This is mostly true but the names have been changed to protect the downright guilty :shock: :shock: :D I had just reached Aber and driven to the harbour, the lads, all three of them, had just finished another lager each, making that about 2 lagers and 2 soft drinks each, differing variety! Dan threw the cans into a skip as we passed one. We had actually stopped and he loitered for a moment by it. We were in a secluded area, businesses, but I would of known what he wanted if I was “with it” more. I called back to him and he hurried back to the car and we left straight away. We carried on towards the front and pier, but it was a narrow road that was having roadwork’s to shore up the sea wall. So it was traffic light controlled and there were quite a few cars around. Otherwise we could have stopped on the front to look at the view. The waves crashing over the harbour break was quite an impressive sight in a storm, and even at high tide with a bit of a wind the whitecaps could be seen. So passing that we reached the sea front and drove all the way to the end and turned and headed back. It was brightly lit and still had some daylight left, the bars were spilling out onto the road and the students crowding the area, so we headed back through the town, the quieter streets towards the harbour right through the middle of the town. Past the 24h garage, the bus station, the train station and the oldest roundabout in the town. Back towards the harbour. Finally, we turned away and caught the traffic lights on orange so went ahead. As we passed the castle statue Dan called out in his strong Welsh accent, urgent and important "Can we stop, I need to go for a pee!?" "It's not really possible. Why didn't you say back there?" I asked, having been near the Harbour Toilets. There was silence, then after whispering in the back in Welsh "Everybody knows that its used by perverts!" He groaned, as if in terrible pain "And they would be this late?" I asked "You'd only be in there for about a minute tops, and if you were scared I could go and check for you first if you had wanted, then kept people out while you went, I am sure we used to do that for younger kids on school trips?!" he didn't like being criticised that way, the others giggled "Or perhaps they said that so you wouldn't go there yourself when you had to go?" "Just stop the car, I really have to go, right now!!" He moaned, pleading, sounding in agony, he bent over and held his tackle, fist to groin, so tight his knuckles went white! Jay grinned at me from the passenger seat "Look, just hold it OK?!" he didn’t like that idea "I can't! I'm bursting for a pee!" He cried out, he sounded in a lot of pain, almost hysterical "Look Dan, your what, 18? Surely you can hold yourself for a bit longer!" I said sarcastically, Jay muffled a laugh, so did Chas "I already have! I really can't hold it any more!" he pleaded, desperate to go. His bladder no doubt acutely full to bursting point; He must have had warnings for a while but I knew he was a bit of a poser and had probably tried to out-wait the other two. Jay was nearly 18 and had pointed this out a few days ago chatting about this. "It's too late now. I'm in Pier Street now!" As we passed the brightly lit Pier "I can go in a doorway" He would try anything as he pleaded "Don't be stupid! The police will arrest you for that" "Yeah, but I'd have gone then" he seemed triumphant "Indeed, and it will be on CCTV, I am sure you're parents would love to see that!" he suddenly didn’t like the idea anymore! "Please! I'm in agony" he cried in distress! "Ok, look, if you're really cant wait we'll go somewhere around town, ok?" "Thanks!" He groaned, then I stopped, he seemed frantic again. It was on the high street, people bustling around and no where near any side streets "Just going to get some cash before they run out, Jay wants something later to play with" Jen blushed deep red but Dan didn’t seem to hear that, he was hunched over and breathing hard through his mouth, he was rocking back and forth on the seat and his legs were tightly closed. He pointed out he had had two mugs of tea before leaving home as well! His hands had moved to the upper legs of his trousers and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists around the material and breathing through his mouth "Can't it wait?" he whimpered, his eyes brimming with tears "No! Its usually empty after 10 pm! Besides, you should have said earlier. We’ve passed loads of public toilets. This town has a few because of all the students here and the drink loads and pee loads” I wasn’t helping, but he’d brought it on himself earlier with his holier than thou attitude "Well hurry up or these seats will need to be cleaned!" I leaned back and smiling I rested my hand on his leg, about a foot from his groin and squeezed, he gasped in pain "Well, I'm sure you don't mind footing the bill to get it cleaned, and if you do I'll personally castrate you with a sheep castrating tool, Jay will explain one to you! I’m sure you’ve met them?” he nodded slowly and meekly and closed the door. I hurried across the road, there was a queue of about 4 people and more than once he opened the window and stared at me, his pleading facial expressions were almost comical! Eventually I got to the machine and took out some money. Dan was tightly crossing his legs and holding on even more than before, he was doubled up Almost as if on cue Jay piped up and said he needed a pee as well, and then Chas did! It was probably trying to make Dan feel better, but I knew Jay for one could hold quite a lot for ages. He’d out-waited me and I was older! I put the money and wallet away in the glove box and as I glanced over at Jay's lap, I saw he was massaging his cock, swollen to almost double size in his trousers. I wasn’t sure if it was a side effect of Dan’s condition or those skimpily clad students that had walked past wearing a thick belt for a mini skirt and showing enough cleavage to cause discomfort in most men below the age of 60. Dan in the back was looking rather pale, a light sheen was reflecting off his face and he was repeating the position of before I’d gone over the road. He croaked out “Go! I’ve got to go! Go!” Chas was smirking next to him. I fired up the car and pulled out into traffic. Having spent more time in the town myself than the others I asked for suggestions of where they wanted to go and they mentioned road names. Queen Street. Well, I knew there was 2 on that so went to the first. Parked up, and there was a Police car nearby. Not unusual, the old Police carpark was nearby. All three dismounted and walked up the walkway along the white corridor towards the public toilets. Dan couldn’t stand straight, his legs were bent slightly and he was tilting forwards. He used a wall to steady himself then managed to walk oddly up the pathway to the toilets. Chas had run ahead, hand clamped between his legs and abused the door “Locked” he called back before we were even half way. Dan whimpered and turned back, he looked around for anywhere but it was just a brightly lid passageway and a Police car at the end. So we returned to the car. Dan eased himself in, wincing, with Jay in the front and Chas in the back. Chas said the other one was closed for refurbishment so we skipped that and headed back to the town. I wasn’t rushing, but I wasn’t dawdling either. I was directed to the 3 others the lads knew of in the next 15 minutes. Thanks to the one way system it was the long way around. I knew Dan had already had driving lessons and so didn't complain about them but Jay was more confusable. Finally we passed R Avenue and idling at the lights on red Dan let out a soft moan, a glance back and he was squeezing his bulge and there was a dark glistening patch about the size of a wallet spreading over his groin “I’ve got to pee so bad, forget the toilet, this road leads to wasteland” I nodded and off we went. I wasn’t rushing, although there was more pleading in the back. It was only a mere few minutes before I pulled into the far end of the carpark and stopped the engine. Dan staggered out but before he got far, Jay called out “Hey, I've got an idea! Just to prove how much of a man you are…” If Dan wasn’t desperate he would have decked Jay; he had that look. Jay slipped to the boot and extracted 3 mostly empty bottles of water. I carried them full normally and on a road trip would drink about a litre of water. The empties went in the boot to reuse them with fresh tap water. Jay pulled the sports caps off and handed a one litre one over to him and grinned. I didn't say anything but Jay had one and so did Chas. Dan already had his other hand full, squeezing his bulge to prevent any more glistening leakages and couldn’t stand straight and looked scared and surprised at the same time. I opened another bottle and poured the contents to the tarmac roadway. That spurred Dan on at the very least and they all slipped to their own spots on the deserted waste ground There was some muffled dual language curses before a gasp, then a cry of relief followed by the noisy splattering into the bottles. I already knew they were all uncut so figured they had all had to pull the sheaths back a little so as not to cause flooding issues whilst filling the bottles. Almost a three handed operation, but they were managing without outside assistance.... Dan slipped back to Welsh and I was sure he was criticising me. Not that I cared. Their body language signified they all relaxed standing up and Dan was panting a bit. Chas was the first to finish and slipped back, presenting me with a warm clear half full litre bottle. He said quietly that Dan had questioned my parentage until Jay had pointed out he hadn't actually asked until the last minute and brought it upon himself! Jay returned next with about three quarters of a litre but he had a grin on his face and his boner remained. They both relaxed sitting on the side of the road when Dan returned. He looked relaxed and mildly happy. He presented me with a full to the brim bottle of clear warm pee and sighed “Sorry, had to be careful not to spill any” he sighed and sank on the ground next to the boys. He stared down at his trousers “Nearly made it” he sighed and leaned back. I added the tops to them and handed them over “Souvenirs”, and gave Dan a small disposable cloth towel, about A4 sized. Sitting down on the tarmac he released his belt, button and zip and eased the cloth into between his legs and the trousers to soak up the liquid and cupped it around his groin as his boxers were quite a bit more damp. We climbed back into the car “MacDonald’s anyone?”
  13. > Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy! > Third part is here: A Taste of Revenge > Second part is here: The Troublesome Task ---------- The high school’s notorious clock tower rang in the foggy morning with its low and ominous droll. The fog seemingly dulled the noise, the warning bell ten minutes before classes started. It was a dreary morning, with blurry figures only being revealed from the concealment a few feet in front of one’s own face. The students shifted towards the building’s entrances, the distant individual shadows melding into one. The lanterns outside of the bricked building served as a sort of lighthouse for the students in this gloomy autumn morning. Unfamiliar with the school, Lillie fumbled in search of the main entrance, poking around to try and regain her bearings with a minute map. A few beads of sweat anxiously dabbled the young girl’s forehead, plastering several stray blonde hairs to her head. She only had a simple ten minutes to find the entrance and the room where her English class awaited. It was a particularly humid day, but the unease of her first day in this high school made the sophomore so edgy she could scarce keep still. A stray drop of sweat snaked its way down her cheek, but the young girl quickly mops it up with her sleeve. She adjusts the cross-patterned green hairband on her head, ensuring the orange tiger lily was still tucked in the side. Some thought of it as immature, but it meant a great deal to her and soon became one of her quirks. A pang of concern caused the mousy girl to blindly stumble into another person, their details quickly refining into another female student. ‘Oof!’, within an instant, the two were on the ground in a tangle of limbs. A new level of panic shot through Lillie, scrambling to assist the girl in getting up and gathering her things. “I’m sor- I’m so so so sorry! I’m new here and thought I would be late and I woke up late and thought the teachers would hate me if-“. Two notebooks and a few papers of the victim lay sprawled out in the grass and walkway, only to be scooped up by a very apologetic Lillie. The embarrassed girl nervously brushes back her long blonde hair, waiting for a response from the now disheveled student. A minute sting of pain struck her scratched hand, but she disregarded it to ensure everything else was fine. Her mandatory black school uniform jacket and white shirt below were a little ruffled, but nothing a quick adjustment couldn’t fix. The petite girl rose from the ground now adorned with a few scrapes on her knees. “No! Don’t worry about it, I was just caught up in my thoughts, I shouldn’t have been just standing in the way like that. I’m Jena, don’t think I’ve seen you around before?” She politely brushes a patch of dirt from her grey skirt and corrects the wrongdoings of her short dark hair. With a limited hairstyle, it was only a second of brushing her hair to one side before she felt satisfied with it. The smaller framed girl glanced up with soft, friendly yellow eyes, revealing the sincerity in her words. Lillie’s eyes drifted towards the scrapes on the small girl’s legs and cringes at the discomfort she put this girl through. “I’m... Lillie. Just moved into town last week.” Her lively emerald eyes meekly peered towards the ground below to break eye contact. It was pretty obvious she was mortified to hurt someone so soon after her beginning. “... Today’s actually my first day.” Jena’s face was overtaken by a comforting smile, “Oh! Welcome then, what year?” She began to pace forward slowly with first block so imminent and Lillie mimicked. “Sophomore”, muttered the blonde girl, almost as if bothered by it. The petite girl paused, almost as if pondering it for a moment, “Nothing to be ashamed about, I’m only a junior.” The booming school bell gave another single heavy chime, sending the small girl off in a hurry. “Crap! Have to get going, class is on the other side of the building, see ya around Lillie!” “S-sorry again, bye!”, the words clumsily left her mouth. In a bound of good fortunate, Jena had led the confused sophomore up the main entrance and her first class was only a short stroll down the hall. The school was more up-to-date than her previous, with freshly tiled floors and a crisp modern feel to it all. Lillie gingerly took a seat towards the back of her first class. The first class of the day went by without issue, a tentatively bland and dry course with a healthy amount of homework to go with it. Secretly Lillie enjoyed the dated literary works they were covering, but it would be the last thing she would ever tell anyone. Her stomach churned as the sophomore peered down at the schedule in her hands, with second block gym following up her english course. Gym had never been her strong point other than swimming, so this was easily her most dreaded part of the day other than the stark awkwardness of finding a table at lunch. Lillie made her way loathsomely to the gymnasium, shuffling her way through the crowded hallway in between classes. The young girl opens up the set of thick wooden doors, revealing the expansive gym and a group of students all seated in the center. It was probably going to be the usual first day of gym, covering the course and what would be expected of them. Lillie took a seat towards the back of group, only to soon after spot the familiar form and dark hair of Jena. She muddles her way towards the girl, an acquaintance in a sea of unknown faces. “Oh, you’re in my gym class? I thought you were a junior?”, the whisper was almost difficult to make out, the blonde-haired girl trying to not interrupt the gym teacher’s syllabus. “Sometimes they mix classes up for gym and art classes, but hey! At least there’s one sophomore out of this whole group that I know.”, the yellow eyes of Jena scanned the group, only recognizing a person or two from the grade below her. The remainder of the period was uneventful, Jena and Lillie exchanged a few words here and there to distract from the dry material of the course description. Lillie’s classes went by quickly, meeting a few other peers and trying to familiarize herself with the day-to-day schedule. It was a change enough with how much more hustle and bustle there was here compared to her own high school. There should could probably name a grand majority of the students in the same grade and even a good amount in the entire school. It was a finite adjustment for her with an overall different lifestyle there. The sophomore shyly introduced herself to a few, but still felt that invisible strain of being an out-of-towner. The next few weeks went by uneventfully, the petite girl buzzing about her academics and familiarizing herself with this strange town. Lillie acquainted herself with a few peers, but ultimately felt ostracized for being the new student, almost grouped in with the freshmen. The trouble started on a brisk autumn Friday, their class was set to play volleyball inside the vast gymnasium. Lillie and Jena were chatting in the lockerroom about the upcoming weekend. “So, wanna head into town for a bit after school? Around 5 if you’re open?”, Jena extended the invite towards the still awkward sophomore. Lillie had to veil her excitement, for she really had a friend at the school now, it was a start. The two had been growing closer over the past few weeks and made the move that much less intimidating. It was a lonely start here, but the blonde-haired girl was starting to warm up to the town. “Sure! I’ll head home and then walk on over after, meet you at Clark's?” A small diner in town made its home as their meeting place. The gym class started out ordinarily, a quick drill and lesson about proper technique for serving in volleyball, then making teams. They split off into groups and started to form the teams. Lillie was agile enough, but just lacking that spot of hand-eye coordination that makes a great volleyball player. The small girl had rotated to the back row and spotted a high flyer coming towards and poised for the return. She forms her arms low and moves in, but staggers on one of her teammates’ shoes, stumbling into a fall. The blonde-hair falls into her eyes as she fumbles forward, her arms wildly clutching for something to spare her the tumble. Instinctively she feels contact with something, but still manages to land clumsily to the hardwood floor with a thud, a heavy pain hitting her knees and elbows. Still coming to, she hears an immense gasp and an eerie silence overtake the whole gym. No just the other team was staring at her, but the whole class. Time seemingly stood still, but after a moment Lillie realized they weren’t looking at her, but at something else. She slowly looks up to see the bare flesh of her peer, Lindsay, and the now askew gym shorts and panties, about halfway down her legs. In a shrill scream, the girl in front of her scrambles her hands downwards to cover herself up, bringing her clothes back up in matter of seconds. Frantically she tried to conceal her now revealed womanhood. The boys around were almost all smirking, exceptions only being those shyly turned away with blushed faces. Lillie’s terrified green eyes peer up to make contact with an infuriated set of blue eyes accompanied by tears. “I’ll get you back for this, I swear.” The girl, sobbing, sprints back towards the lockerroom. The gym teacher calms down the class as Lillie follows momentarily behind to apologize and ask if there’s anything she can do. She felt so bad, her clumsiness always caused so much trouble. Even worse yet, when Lillie entered the lockerroom, it was completely empty. She didn’t see the girl the rest of the class and carried her guilt the rest of the day. The remainder of the day she set to seeking out the girl she had wronged, but with no avail. The day came to a close as the last class let out and students piled into the hallways. It was a Friday afternoon, so the students were in more of a frenzy than usual. Lillie stood at her locker, stuffing her backpack with whichever books she needed for the weekend. Just as she was about to zip up her bag, a realization dawned on her. The green notebook with her notes for test on Monday wasn’t there. She sifted through the contents of her locker, interrupted by the girl from gym class. Lillie didn’t know much about her, only that she was a rather shy girl, played on the soccer team, and made Lillie feel terribly out of shape. The sophomore started, her built up guilt making its way out of her mouth, “I’m so sorry, I swear. I tripped and fell and didn’t mean to. At all, seriously.” The girl’s sapphire eyes shifted from Lille’s open locker to Lillie, “It’s okay, I’m sure no one will remember on Monday.” There was a residual sense of sarcasm in her voice. “I did see your one notebook on the bench though, you had your name written in the front. I would’ve grabbed it, but I didn’t know where your locker was. I was on my way to the bus and I saw you and thought I’d let you know. Have a good weekend.” "Thanks... bye.", Lillie managed to say before the girl vanished. With as quickly as she appeared, she was gone. The whole thing really put Lillie in a strange mood, but she needed that notebook and set off to snag it before the buses left. She closed her locker, accidentally leaving her bag to grab on the way back. She found the lockerroom door was unlocked thankfully and with a decent effort, forces the door open. As the girl had said, her green notebook was waiting inside. The heavy weighted door eases itself backwards as soon as she let it go. Lillie was heading to grab the book she had so neglectfully left in the lockerroom, then off to her eagerly-awaited weekend. A few paces into her stride, the wooden door emitted a heavy ‘clack’ noise. Thinking nothing of it beyond the metal piece making contact, the blonde-haired girl spies her notebook waiting dead ahead and bounds off to grab it. She could still easily make the bus after this impromptu errand, so there was no cause for concern. Lillie scoops it up and gingerly holds it to her chest and begins to make her way towards the door. With her mind wandering off to her agenda for the weekend, her thoughts are interrupted by a harsh ‘clack’, by no mistake the door being forcefully locked. A stiffened panic set throughout the girl and sent a churning feeling to her stomach. The frightened sophmore sprints to door and furiously pulls at the handle, only to feel the expected resistance. The thick wooden door stubbornly stood unmoved, clearly locked. After a few more futile attempts to open the door, she began to pound on it with her fists while crying out for help. It was a solid 15 minutes before she realized this might not be the Friday afternoon she had been hoping for. Not only was she going to have to call home to be picked up from school because she missed the bus, but also when would she even get out? A desperate cry left her mouth and the scared girl could feel tears begin to well up in her emerald eyes. Defeated, she sat on the bench in between the lockers. Her phone was in her backpack and her backpack was in her normal locker, not her gym locker. Every 5 minutes she would go and yell for help and give the door several forceful hits, but all to no avail. A grim idea of having to spend the night and starve here made her begin to sob again. The time was also a test on her now irritating urge to use the bathroom. The lockerroom was seperated into two sections, the lockers and then the bathrooms and showers. Lillie tries the other door to the bathrooms and showers, only to find it locked as well. Her stomach lets out a tortured gurgle, the rumble setting an uncomfortable strain on her urge to pee. She uneasily shifts while seated on the bench, trying to figure out just how she could get someone’s attention. Another half an hour passes, with her body pressing her for relief and for some form of food. Lillie lets out a distressed whimper, only greeted by the echoing response in the locker room. She rests one hand on top of her pulsing bladder, while her other tries to hold it all in. A numbing sensation slowly was overtaking her lower body, causing the petite girl to wince for a moment. She hastily paces about the empty locker room, tugging on random lockers to see if she could find anything to relieve herself in. A lunchbox? A coffee mug? A bag even? The sophmore is only left with tightly sealed lockers, making her panic increase. A few stray beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead, her mind racing and trying to figure out a solution for her. A churning builds in her stomach as she realizes she might have to pee on the white tiled floor of the empty locker room. The bathrooms and showers were only one thick locked wooden door away, teasing her poor body. A stray trail of wee snakes its way down the tortured girl’s leg, causing her to peer down to see in her good fortune that none of it showed. The tickling sensation down her leg drives Lillie crazy and almost over the edge, had it not been for her strong will. The poor girl freezes up, feeling the first drop making contact with her white knee-high socks. The tormented sophmore feels her full bladder harshly pressing on the waistline of her dark grey trousers. In order to alleviate some of the pressure, Lillie slips one hand up to aptly undo the button, quickly giving her expanded bladder some freedom. While it was a splendid little relief, the spurt she had lost earlier was nothing but a tease. The frighetened girl gives a solid pound on the thick wooden door, but the effort causes another small spurt of pee to sneak its way out of her. Instantly she feels her striped panties re-dampen and the warmth spread outwards a little more. “P-please! Someone l-let me out!!” The blonde-haired girl’s voice trails off and her words became more personal, “I r--really really need to pee.” It was lucky she was alone, at least she could hold herself and move around to try and distract herself. She dare not do that in public, for sake of anyone else seeing, but she was in her own privacy right now. At this point, the young girl was resorting to dancing in place, trying to hold back the impending flow. Her bladder was still so strongly pushing on her waistline, causing tears to well up in her soft green eyes. A sharp terrified gasp leaves the small girl, feeling a powerful spurt sneak its way past her control. “No, no, no, no n-n-n-n-n-nooooo.” Her hands clumsily fumble with her zipper below the button on the front of her pants, unable to stand still and undo it. The fumbling causes a sharp dark line to form along her right leg, the warm pee once again snaking down her leg. The dark spot creeps its way outwards, showing without doubt she was slowly peeing herself. Spurt after short spurt leaves Lillie until she successfully gets her pants halfway down her legs. Her grey trousers cling tightly to her legs from the spurts and she peers down to notice the large dark patch on her yellow-and-white striped panties. It was then her control completely leaves her, the stream increasing in strength. The first solitary burst of urine goes downwards to her already wet trousers at her knees, quickly being absorbed by the material. She helplessly lets out another groan and leans back in a feeble attempt to get her trousers the remainder of the way down, her stream of pee arcs a little to spatter noisily against the locker in front of the sophmore. Lillie cringes at the sensation of her hot pee partially reflecting off of the locker and splashing back on her, but the battle had been lost. The pent-up pee quickly pools at her feet at the base of the locker and spreads outwards. A heavy defeated sigh comes from the humiliated girl as it pours out of her in increasing force. The pulse in her chest felt erratic and untimely, her anxiety increasing as the liquid continuously flows out of her. The base of the red gym locker loudly echoed the stream in the vacant lockerroom, making her face turn a deep beet red akin to the locker. She was alone in her accident, but the shame and humiliation still lingered. The young girl haphazardly takes her discarded pair of pants and tries to mop up her mess. The pee hastily saturates the grey pants, darkening and making the balled up cloth slightly heavier. It was a fruitless effort that halved the size of the puddle, but now only left Lillie with a bigger problem. The sophomore gingerly steps out of her soaked panties and ungraciously drops them into the puddle below, making the girl cringe at the sound of contact. Standing there now naked from the waist below, she feels the cool air make her aware just how extensive her wetting was. A shiver overtakes her, jolting her to quickly open her locker and slip into her yellow gym shorts. Patiently seated and still shaken from her mishap, Lillie clutches tightly to the textbook, holding it against her chest. In an unsteady pattern, the sophomore taps her left foot while eagerly waiting to be freed. The worry of being stuck in the lockerroom all night was not a concern of hers, for the janitors always made their rounds before closing the school up for the night. Lillie gives a meek calling outside, “Hello? Anyone?”, with the only response being her echo. It was a good thirty minutes until the distressed girl heard anything. She quickly puts her ear to the door and hears the approach of a set of feet, finally the janitor is here! A burst of enthusiasm enters her and presses out a sharp, “Hey! I’m stuck in here!”. Lillie stands there in the deep silence, quickly interrupted by a girl’s laughter. No, it was several. Once again she hears the sharp ‘clack’ of the lock and sees four girls make their way into the lockerroom, Lindsay trailing behind the rest of them. The girl in front grins and gives a confident shake of her head, “I’m Lynn, team captain of the soccer team and I look after my own. I heard you embarrassed my goalie, so I thought this was a good bit of revenge, bet you cried in here.” She followed it up with a sly grin and brushed her jet black hair to the side. “Well, you weren’t even alone in here, thought we’d get some footage of you bawling like a baby like you were going to be here all weekend. We had practice today, so we thought you'd want to stay after with us. Well not so much with us as by yourself.”, she nimbly motions to another girl with her hands. The brown-haired girl starts to walk towards the bench and stops suddenly, both seeing and smelling the huge puddle of pee. In a horrified look she takes a step back. The brown-hair girl looked up with her mouth agape, “Did you PEE yourself? Are you kidding me? Holy shit. What are you, 5?” The gagle began to roar with laughter, taunting the new girl with their words. “Had a widdle accident?”, piped in another of her group. Lynn spoke up again, her grin becoming more menical by the second as the brown-haired girl tip-toed around the puddle, stood on the bench and grabbed a video camera from on top of the lockers, “Well, seems this movie might be better than I thought.” In a horrified stare, Lillie watched as the camera was brought down, glowing with its red watching light. The whole thing, her crying, her begging, and worst of all, her wetting all over herself was all caught on tape. A deep blush sets on the tortured girl’s face as she scrambles for words, “But I. You. I.” She breathes for a moment and filters her words, “You can’t show that to anyone. Please, please don’t.” The smug Lynn smiles and looks devilishly towards the other girls and then gives a demeaning wink to Lillie, “We’ll stay in touch.”
  14. Godzilla, the Discovery Brian, a research biologist for Nasa was in the middle of what he thought was an important project when the army came to his camp, a colonel that understood nothing of what he was doing about to reassign him. Brian- You have no idea! This is research is going to explain so much that we didn't know before!" Colonel- Really? A couple of soldiers were already taking some of his things that he had set up and putting them carelessly into a truck. Brian- Hey! Careful with that! Do you know what you are interrupting? I have found proof that the neuclear leaking in these mountains have produced profound affects on the wild life here. Colonel- Really? Fascinating. Sergeant! Another military person had grabbed the machine he was measuring radio waves with and threw it into the truck. Colonel- You've been reassigned. Brian- You can't do that! This project has been funded for the last ten years, and it's already paid for for another two! Colonel- Well, you are. If you don't like it, take it up with your boss. Brian- I will. Colonel- Good. Meantime, we have an emergency. Before Brian really had any answers at all, he was put on a helicopter and flown out to some islands in the pacific. The flight was nearly six hours, and by the time he had gotten to the island where they wanted him, he was quite hungry as well as tired. Brian- Where am I? Sergeant- You are in the Philippine islands. We have something of great importance here. Brian sighed. Brian- Fine, I'll take a look. He was taken from the copter to the main base camp they had already set up with several people already there. Brian- Wait! You already have people out here? What the hell did you need me for then? Sergeant- They are all specialists of their field, but you are the biologist. Brian- Great! What am I looking for? Sergeant- Amy, meet your boss. Amy- Oh great, another desk worker, right? Look, I already told you, we don't need him. Sergeant- Yeah, well your boss who signs your checks say you do, so listen to him. Amy- I will. You haven't even given me twelve hours, and I was promised a chance to lead this one. Sergeant- Yeah, well, he's been working with Nasa a lot longer than you. Amy folded her arms quite rebellious to the change of events. Amy- I will find your answers for you. He will just be in the way. This is not something that concerns his field. Sergeant- Just file your grievences and show him the sample. Amy- Fine, I will. She turned to look at Brian. Amy- Amy! Brian- Nice to meet you. Amy- Same here. The next minute, Brian found himself trekking a short distance towards the sea. Before getting to the sea, however, he saw several people taking measurements of the ground and soldiers quarentining off the area. He couldn't really see anything of interest as he looked around for several minutes, and then it dawned on him. there was about a foot depression all around him, and upon closer inspection, the place he was in the middle of, was like a large lizard like foot print. Brian- What the hell? He had just come back to the sergeant who had shown him the print. Brian- That was a foot print! Sergeant- No kidding. Brian- I'm... I... What could have made that thing? Sergeant- That's what you are here to find out. Amy- I told you he wasn't cut out for this. You should have left him where he was. Brian was still stuttering about the foot print for several minutes, before he realized that someone else was there. Amy- This is Ralph. He runs the equipment and takes measurements for us. Brian- Nice to meet you. Ralph- Same here. Brian and the others sat in council that night talking about what the creature was and where it had come from. The woman, who had long yellow hair and dressed in a buisness suit that was called Amy was the first to present her theory. Amy- The creature is said to be able to swim deep under the sea. It is possible that it had come out of the sea and took what it needed to eat and then returned. The creature is far too large to be anything that is commonly seen today. I think it might be related to the earliest reptiles that later came onto land. It could have been down in one of those canyons deep in the sea, and undisturbed for millions of years, maybe with the global warming or whatnot, it had the right conditions to hatch from its egg. Brian- Wait! Wait! There is no way this can be some kind of lost dinosaur! If such a thing had been living, there where is the proof that there are others. One egg could not have lived for millions of years just to pop out sometime in the future and hatch. The animal inside it would have perished long before this. Amy- What if the dinosaurs were just not seen, and had been in deep ocean all this time? Maybe it has a whole habitat down there. Brian- I don't think that's possible. Look, why don't we just look at the fact we know rather than try to speculate something that is as likely as finding a cave man trapped in ice and then being able to thaw him and see him live. Amy- Alright! What is your theory then? Brian- Well, what do we know? This island is the home to Monitor lizards, and it has been exposed to nuclear testing for years. What if the eggs of the lizards were somehow to mutate. Why don't we start with taking samples of the hatched eggs in this area and go from there. Amy didn't like his answer any more than he liked hers. First of all, it takes millions of years for evolution like that to take place, and secondly, that still left it open that they should be seeing more of these monsters around. She stormed off when she could see that the army seemed to like his explanation better than hers, and with a final 'fine,' she entered her tent for the night.
  15. Loved this scene from Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Greg is trapped in his room.by Roderick and is about 5 seconds from peeing his pants. Wished there was better quality though.
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