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  1. IMG_2794.MOV Was originally gonna have a big accident after a long day at work....but today was just to mentally draining....Not to bore or depress anyone but it was a long day with my cancer patients and fighting insurance assholes. Came home tired as hell, and took a cat nap kinda given up on the day....but I woke up having to pee still in my scrubs...I tossed and turned a bit then just got up and figured I need to shower anyway so why not. IMG_2795.MOV IMG_2797.MOV IMG_2797.MOV
  2. I recently decided to try and see how long I go without using the bathroom at all (apart from the back door movement lol) 2 days into it so far, and how great it feels! Wether it be in jeans, shorts, pants.. even a diaper. It feels good to just go whenever I need. Of course I don’t do it in public shops/transport or thing like that as I think that’s not fair for others to clean up or be involved. But if I’m needing to go I just find a quiet place outside and release. Then carry on with my day! The amount of looks I get if I’m caught walking about with peed jeans or shorts is such a thrill! Sometimes I just wear a diaper so that’s there no mess and just keep filling it until it leaks and need to change. And if I’m home I just pee the second I need to. it’s honestly so freeing. Wonder how many days it will be before I use a toilet again!
  3. Hey guys! Just wanted to make this quick post about a genuine accident I had the other night. My boyfriend and I went to bed quite early that night...we were both really tired. A few hours later, I woke up and my boxers were soaked! I was inspecting the damage and my boyfriend woke up. "I think I just peed the bed," I said. "What? How?" He responded groggily. He knows I tend to wet the bed when I drink too much, but he had no idea that it also happens when I'm sober too haha. He stripped the sheets while I got cleaned up and we went back to bed. At least we know the waterproof mattress cover works! We recently moved into this apartment and my grandma had bought us the cover because she knows I'm prone to accidents. It doesn't happen often but it's good now that my boyfriend knows he is dating an occasional bedwetter.
  4. A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Who else has had the knot on their swimsuit become nearly impossible to untie once it's gotten wet? Because I swear, it's nearly every time for me! XD Unfortunately for Dakota, that's a lot bigger of a problem seeing as her lower half is sealed inside an artificial mermaid tail! That string around her abdomen certainly isn't helping matters, either, of course. As always for non-comic stuff, the nude version is available on my Patreon. Also, the time of more Off-Limits! is nigh at hand...
  6. Dont no artist comment who it is if u know
  7. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  8. Time for a new story. This time, it's a classical fan fiction to the (hopefully) well-known PS3/4/5 game series "Uncharted". While you had the character of Chloe Frazer as an NPC in the earlier, mainline Uncharted games, you could actually play her in Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. This fan fiction was born from my head running wild during the countless wetlook scenes in the game (which looked incredibly realistic). What should surprise nobody: I do not own rights to any of the above mentioned stuff. Duh. Chapter 1: How it started It was another evening after a hard day's work of treasure hunting. Chloe was sitting in her favourite bar together with Nadine Ross, her partner in crime. The air was hot and sticky and the drinks were cool. Of course they were, Chloe gave them no chance of warming up before downing them. They had every reason to celebrate. Though it may be be just another mission for them, they were successful nonetheless and did not only escape with treasure, but also with their lives. They recapped the events and laughed at various comic reliefs in between dangerous situations. They were used to it, but that doesn't mean they don't care. "Fuck, I was so scared this time", Chloe said. Sipping on her glass again. "Yeah, me too. It was way too close. Again. As always. But it gives you kicks, doesn't it?", Nadine replied. As former head of a group of mercenaries, she somehow got addicted to danger. "Sure as hell does. But also got me wet a bit, and not from pleasure. When we ran away.", Chloe laughed. She was quite open about this kind of stuff, at least with Nadine. "Frazer, really? Tell me about it" Nadine said. She also took a sip from her drink and observed Chloe. "There's not much to tell. Had to pee. For some time. Sadly, there were no port-a-potties in that tomb. But getting away was more important. So I guess... I just didn't care. Didn't feel too bad actually. Besides, we had to swim the last part so nobody noticed, not even you." Chloe was starting to slur a bit. "You're right, I didn't notice at all. We're wet half the time anyway... But how did it feel not too bad?" Nadine was intrigued. While she had her desperate moments, she always found a way to get behind a tree or stone and yank her pants down in the last second. It never occurred to her that peeing her pants was an option. "Well it's warm, for starters. And somehow the feeling of being wet excites me, especially when it comes from myself. Have you never thought about why we somehow always use the route through rivers when there's a bridge not too far away?", Chloe blurted out. She was way more open now after some drinks. Not that she was shy otherwise, but she tended not to talk about "that stuff" when sober. "So that's why!", Nadine exclaimed, "I always thought it was just convenient and to cool us off. So that's your thing, huh? How did that start?" "Back when I had my time with Nate. You remember Nate? It's a shame he chose Elena over me. But let's not talk about that. So one time he randomly jumped into the water inside a temple and told me to come in with him, the water's nice and stuff. I had my hard-to-get phase back then, so I told him that he just wants my shirt to get wet. He laughed and continued with whatever. But somehow it stuck with me, if not with him. I wore a red shirt back then, none of that wet-t-shirt stuff. But somehow, in an event when I got wet, I found it... interesting. So one time when I was alone, I decided to do it deliberately. Just get in a shower as I was, my tan cargo pants and red shirt, and turn the faucet on. And somehow... I liked it. You know, like a lot." Chloe had to take a breath after that monologue. She felt her tongue move itself to form words she had never told anyone. Nadine nodded every so often, she clung to her lips. After another sip, Chloe continued. "So anyway, I found that I actually liked getting wet fully clothed. You know me, I mostly live in warmer climates, so it wasn't an issue. Even less during missions with Nate, when I started to somehow accidentally or deliberately fall into water whenever it was possible. Nate sadly never made a comment about it, but I guess everyone's got their own thing. Anyway, the day came when... I had forgotten to take a pee when I could. And we were stuck behind an especially challenging puzzle. I don't even remember what it was. I was no great help that day, as I was completely focused on my need. I tried to avoid moving around because, you know, I'm the tough girl who isn't afraid of no one, but when Nate finally solved that puzzle and euphoria kicked in, I lost a spurt. I felt it in my panties, just a tiny bit. I looked down instinctively, but even though I wore those tan pants, you couldn't see it. My need increased tenfold though, so I became really nervous. Nate was still in explorer mode, looked around, scribbled something in his notebook, so he didn't notice me. I told him we need to get going now and made my way to the exit. When I waited for him to come, I lost another spurt. And another. I could feel the dam break any second now, and I could also start seeing an ever so tiny dark spot on my pants. I needed to act. Fast. And there it was, my safe haven. In the next chamber, there was a large body of water. Almost like a deliberate swimming pool from ancient times. When I saw Nate finally catching up on me, I felt another spurt. And I couldn't stop it this time. I felt it spread in my panties and slowly making it's way down my legs. I ran. As fast as I could. Like running for cover, yeah, I kind of was. And then I jumped into the water. I was now peeing full force in my pants. Didn't matter now because I was all wet, underwater. When I got to the surface again, I held onto the side and finished. I forgot about Nate, about that temple, about everything for a while. I was finally at peace and could pee. And then, Nate yanked me out of my own little wet world. "You okay in there? Little swim?" he said. All the time I was angry and sad about his obliviousness about my random swims. This time, I was glad. I told him yeah, just cooling off. In reality, I was still warming myself up. When I was finally finished, I left the pool and we continued our journey. All the way home, I thought about what happened and how it felt unbelievably relieving to finally... well, relieve myself. I never talked to him about that. So that was how it started. You still with me?" Chloe looked up. Indeed, Nadine was with here more than ever. She blushed a little and had that mischievous smile on her face that usually meant trouble. "I love that story. I felt like I was there. That Nate could have been a lucky man" Nadine said. She was still intrigued. That crave for relieve was all too familiar to her, but she never thought about how it would feel to let it go in her pants. All that talking about pee suddenly made her notice her own bladder. She found this particularly funny and chuckled a bit. "Yeah, but Nate's Nate. Enough story time, this made my bladder fill up way too fast. Together with the drinks of course. How bout you?" Chloe said. "Hm, what? Oh, yeah, me too. But I guess I can hold it a bit longer" Nadine said. "Don't tell me you're holding it in deliberately. But okay, I can manage too. Besides, holding can be quite pleasurable too, you know?" Chloe winked. Nadine blushed again. "You never fail to amaze me, Frazer. Hey, barkeeper, another two!" she said. Both women were excited on what the rest of the evening would bring.
  9. So it is Fall here in the US and that means Haunt Season where haunted mazes, houses and attractions sprout up. I have a fantasy of going to a really scary haunt and either having a for real pee accident due to a scare or using the haunt as as cover for having an accident. Some of the Haunts promote that they scare until some pee and offer gimmicks like a pee pants count or a T-Shirt to those who were so scared that they peed your pants. Have any of you been to a haunt that casue you to wet yourself or used the haunt as a cover to wet yourself? What do you all think about the the ethics of peeing your pants at a haunt.... doing it on purpose using the haunt as a cover.... doing it for real due to the scare and going knowing that you might actually pee yourself due to a scare?
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  13. So this Halloween I was some generic Roman with a toga. So I decided to wear white briefs underneath as they matched pretty well, they were a slight yellow since I’ve wet them a few times. After going to a Halloween party I had to pee when I got home so I went outside and lifted the toga and just went through my undies. The evidence was easily hidden when I put the toga back down. No desperation but just a fun wetting on Halloween. IMG_3198.MOV
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  15. lv_0_20221026232545.mp4 Made for my friend on Discord
  16. Hello there Tonight I decided to keep my pants wet and a shade of yellow. The goal is to go to the bathroom and do the business while keeping my underwear on while enjoying the nice warmth produced by this and then go back to relaxing while watching streams. The idea came to me after partially messing at a gas station then finishing in a relaxing place. It feels quite right to be wearing damp pants while relaxing and it is a must for every potty pants out there. Who else enjoys to do this? Would love to hear your experiences.
  17. This story happened early July this year, right after finishing my first year in university. My friends and I wanted to celebrate the start of the summer season and the end of the school year so we gathered as many as we could and went to the pool. We discussed about going to the beach at first, but some of us didn't have enough money or weren't allowed to go in the first place so in the end we chose the pool. At first there were like 10 or so people that were supposed to come, but in the end many of them gave up on the last second, saying that they have other stuff to do or that they were going somewhere else ( I guess no matter how old you are this stuff keeps happening ), so the only ones still coming were Emma ( my best fried), Julie, Julie's boyfriend, Zack, Jake and me... but hey, we were still 5 people, we could have fun. The only one who knew about my peeing problem was Emma so, usually, I would be quite on edge about spending time with people I wasn't to familiar with (especially Jake, which I had a crush on...) because I would have to use the bathroom a lot and often get quite a lot of stares and gossip from others. Lucky for me the pool was my safe space. It was one of the few places I could truly relax, after all I could pee as much as I wanted without anybody finding out. So with that in mind I was quite looking forward to having fun the next day and more than that, to talk to Jake. At 8 AM we were all already at the pool. I changed into my swimsuit (a white bikini with a black lace edge and black ribbons ). It was quite a cute swimsuit, and I wanted Jake to like me so I did my best on the make-up and hair style too. While changing I felt the need to pee so knowing that I will probably keep doing it a lot in the pool later I excused myself and left first to go to the bathroom. (after all no one is going to look weird at me if I only go once right?...) There was quite a big queue in front of the ladies' bathroom and knowing my bladder I instantly realized I couldn't hold it for that much time, so, without looking back I walked (more like sprinted) towards the pool as fast as I could . The boys were waiting around some deck chairs with our stuff, but I already started leaking a few drops, so there was no way I would let Jake see me like that. Trying to be as less suspicious as possible I greeted and walked past them as quick as I could while repeating to myself in a somewhat loud voice "It is so hot I really need to cool down!" and immediately jumped straight into the pool. It felt so good to be finally able to release all of it ( the best thing about my pee is that it doesn't have any color most of the time, so except for the fact that the water around me was probably a little warmer than elsewhere there was no way to find out about it). After finishing I waited a few minutes, started swimming around the pool a couple of time to not be suspicious, got out and went back to the boys. Me: The water feels so good. It really cooled me down! Zack: Lol, you literally couldn't wait. Me: Yeah, it is too hot today. Jake: Right? I wanted to do the same, but this guy here said that we should wait for the girls. Me: Lol, yeah , you probably should. We started chit chatting. I was going a lot smother than I've imagined. After a few minutes Emma and July came from the lockers. Julie: Why are you already wet, lol ? Me: It was to hot, I had to cool down a little, lol. Julie: Yep, you are right about that, it's so hot... Emma: So what are we waiting for? Lets go! Everybody: Yeah, lets go! *Emma pats me on the back * Emma: Hey you guys can go first , I have something to talk with Rima and after that we'll come too. Julie: Alright! try not to take long. Emma: Sure thing. Me: What is it? Emma: Don't "what is it" me! You know what's up. You went in the pool to pee, didn't you? Me: Well, yeah... Emma: Didn't you say that you'll use the bathroom ? Me: Yeah, but there was such a huge queue in front of it I gave up. No way I could hold it for so long... Emma: *sigh* Hey, just be careful ok? You don't want others to find out about your problem now, do you? Especially Jake, right? Me: It's ok, I'm 110% sure that they did not suspect a thing lol, and anyway I'll still have to pee again later so it can't be avoided... Emma: *sigh* What am I going to do with you ? Me: You know you love me , lol! We both entered the pool and started fooling around. I started talking quite a bit with Jake and it seemed like we had great chemistry. After a while we ( the girls ) were ready to get out of the pool and go sunbathing. Before getting out I pretended I was going to swim another round before getting out so I could pee one more time. I started swimming along the edge, and went slowly towards a corner of the pool where there weren't many people around. Once I got there I relaxed and started emptying my bladder when suddenly I heard a 'Hey!' , followed by a tap on my back. I froze up thinking somebody found out what I was doing. I slowly turned around. Jake: Hey! I finally caught up to you. You are quite fast! Me: Thank you... I was in the swimming club in middle and high school. Jake: Oh, so that's why! I guess it makes sense why I thought your swimming form was pretty today. Me: Oh, come on, stop making fun of me! You're making me blush, lol! Jake: I am not making fun of you, I was serious about that. Inner monolog: Oh no! What is happening?! I can't believe I'm casually having a chat with my crush in the pool while peeing myself. Dang it, I can't stop the stream. Please don't find out! I tried to release it as slow and as little as I could so he wouldn't be able notice. Luckily I have a lot of experience peeing in the pool, so he didn't suspect a thing and after finishing our conversation I went straight to the deck chairs ready to enjoy my sunbathing session, not before telling Emma and laughing about what happened. * A little information about me before I continue the story* - I have a condition that makes me pee very frequently (like every 40-50 minutes when I don't drink , and every 10 or so minutes when I drink a lot of water) -I can't hold it for more than a few minutes when I get the urge and even then most of the time I dribble a little so, growing up, I would almost always end up peeing outdoors, which developed into a habit and fetish -At night I usually pee a bit less, but growing up I still had to wake up a couple of times per night to go to the bathroom, which was very annoying and affected my sleep greatly, so from elementary school I started wearing pull-ups to sleep -At first I kept waking up when I had to go, but after a few months of consciously peeing in them at night I started to wake up less and less until I just didn't wake up anymore, which helped me sleep a lot better, but also came with one big disadvantage : I would almost always pee myself while sleeping... You probably wonder what does that have to do with anything... Well, it has, because, while sunbathing, I fell asleep... (yep, and for no more than half an hour) I don't remember what I was dreaming and I was sure I emptied my bladder before getting out of the pool, but I guess it didn't matter, because I remember being abruptly awaken from it by Emma. Opening my eyes, I could see everybody's faces as they were looking at weirdly. Me: What? What happened? * I asked still drowsy* Emma: Rima, don't panic, ok? You are peeing yourself! *she whispered to me* I suddenly was wide awake. She was right. I looked down to see the towel I was sitting on, wet around my butt, pee still leaking from my private place. I looked up and Jake was standing right in front of me with a somehow disgusted look on his face. I panicked and tried to stop the stream, but at this point this point the damage was already done. I started crying. I knew everything was over and it didn't even start... People around started looking at us and I'm sure some of them knew what happened. I even heard someone saying "Hey look, that girl peed herself!" out loud. After cleaning myself up and then the chair I was sitting on with Emma's help I explained everybody about my condition, we packed our things, changed and left the pool. Everybody said it was cool and not to worry about it, but I knew that at least Jake was disgusted by it (we never talked again after that). On the way back Emma and I broke from the rest of the group and went our way. I was so sad, embarrassed and couldn't stop crying. Emma: Hey, it's ok! Pay it no mind, everybody was cool about it. Me: I know they said that but I looked at Jake's face and I know he hates me now... Emma: Hey, it ok, that just means he wasn't the one. Me: I know but still.. We kept walking a little and I was finally about to calm down when the urge suddenly came back. I suddenly remembered I didn't finish peeing last time. A few drops started leaking out... Me: Omg I can't do this anymore! *I start holding my crotch while sobbing* Emma: What is it? Me: I need to freaking pee again! I hate this! Why do I have such a stupidly tiny bladder? Why can't I have fun like normal people, without constantly needing to pee ? I hate my body! * I shouted in frustration* Emma: That's ok, stop beating yourself about it. You know it's not your fault. You can't do anything about it. The truly important people will accept you for who you are, no matter the defects you have, and just so you know I will always be on your side! Come on. stop crying and lets go in that bush over there. I didn't tell you before, but I also could use a quick pee right now too. Me: *still holding my crotch trying not to leak and sobbing* Ok, lets go. We both got behind the bush back to back, took our shorts down and start peeing. After Emma finished I still had to go for a little longer. Spurts kept coming and stopping for a couple of minutes as I pressed on my bladder to empty it faster. Emma: Ah, I'm done, I'll wait until you finish too. Me: Ok, just a little more. Emma: Sure, take your time. Anyway, I don't think you have any tissues or something to wipe on you, right? Me: Nope, you know I don't wipe after peeing (ok, some might think it's gross, but my pee is very diluted and doesn't smell so I usually shake my butt a little after finishing and I'm good to go, plus I take a bath every day so I think I am quite clean and the best part is that I can save quite a bit of money from toilet paper) Emma: Ugh.. I knew it. Well I wanted to wash this panties anyway , so it's fine... After I finally finished peeing I shook by butt, pulled up my shorts and we both went straight home. I remember I kept apologizing and thanking her all the way back, just so that she would smile back and tell me I don't need to. I know that she has my back any time. I am so lucky to have her as a friend , that's what I thought in that moment and still think until now.
  18. lv_0_20221026232545.mp4 Made for my friend on Discord
  19. Sorry it's been so long since I gave you guys a video, so here's me peeing my undies. Puppy pad saved the chair, but not the floor. Oopsies! Felt sooooo amazing though. I had to go so bad, you can see how much I leaked. 20221021_140337~2.mp4
  20. Preface: For his is a fan’s work, some of the settings are a little against from the original. Please ignore if you find them :). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hah! Finally, the work is all done.” I stretch deeply. After 5 busy weekdays, I, the student president of our high school, could finally have a chance for rest. As my whole works have already finished. I lie on the sofa in my office and enjoying myself. Meanwhile, a sudden sound of footsteps raises toward my door. With the door of my office opens in slam, a girl with pinkish red hair and in uniform of the St. Gloriana Girls College which locates next to my school rushes into my office. She runs toward me directly with an exciting shout, “DARLING!” She jumps into my body, and hugs me tightly, “I miss you so much!” Although her body is very light, the great strength still makes me a little pain. However, as the sound of footsteps being captured by my ears, I have already anticipated all of these. I look at her in her beautiful amber eyes, and say softly to her, “Welcome, my little cutie.” The cute puppy girl is Rosehip from the St. Gloriana Girls College next to my school. Six months ago, nobody could imagine that a girl who seems to care nothing about amativeness could make a boyfriend like me. But it is true, life is such dramatic. Rosehip turns her body and sits on my thigh. Her legs hang at random and her head rest on my chest. I stroke her head gently, like stroking a little kitten, and she replies with a snoring sound like kitten. Rosehip, a girl that is completely out of the figure as a “lady”, but almost a naughty child. However, it is precisely because of her playful and cheerful personality becomes one of the main factors that I like her. But for the other reason… At present, I feel that my thigh warms up, and the case on my thing becomes soft. So, I whisper at her ear, “Your diaper is soaked. Right?” “Mm~. Your awareness is still as perspicacious as usual. OK. You win. Rewarding you a change for me.” I’m used to the girl’s extraordinary behavior, but I refuse under a think of safe. “Is it not good for give you chance her?” “What’s the matter? It is your office, there is no others here.” Rosehip answer without hesitation and shows me a big smile, “And we are lovers. Right? It’s unnecessary to care whatever others will say.” (“The girl is still such pure and lovely.”) With the words sound in my mind, I lock my office door. I put Rosehip cross the sofa, taking off her skirt, and pick up a clean diaper. During the diaper change, Rosehip is still hyperactive. Her legs keep move casually, which makes my option a bit more difficult. However, I still completed this work easily that I have already been extremely familiar with. After the change finishes, Rosehip stands up with a jump and says to me, “Darling darling. Let’s go to play at weekend. You haven’t played with me for a week.” With her words, I realize that I haven’t met her for a whole week. Although I have been busy with important works during the whole week, it is still not appropriate to leave my cute girlfriend for such a long time. At this time, I remembered that I had two expired tickets for the aqua play. So, I make the decision, “Rosehip, would you want to go to aqua play? I remember you are keen on playing with water.” The puppy girl’s eyes shine and jump up with joy when she hears my suggestion. “Oh yay! What a fantastic advice! Let me go to prepare for it. I will call you tomorrow morning. Bye, my darling~” She rushes out just like a wind at once. However, her skirt is still lying on the sofa. She just runs out with only a diaper as lower dress. I hurry after her with a shout, “Your skirt! Little fool!” …… After I come out from the changing room of the aqua play, there are a huge amount of people here. I try to find Rosehip in the crowd. But people flow makes me dizzy. Fortunately, an energetic voice sounds from my back. “Darling! I’m here.” I turn around and see her waving her hand to me. She wears a big red swimming goggles on her head. Above her waist, there is a lacy bra. And for the lower wear, a waterproof red lacy diaper cover with a upskirt that couldn’t cover it shows into my eyes. I’m not surprised about she will wear like this, and what is more, she looks even more cuter. Rosehip swings her body and asks me with a witty smile, “Darling darling. Am I cute?” “Extremely. My princess.” I answer without hesitation. “OK. Don’t just in a daze. Let’s play!” During the whole day, the laugh of the energetic girl sounds everywhere in the park. We play the different entertainment facilities one by one and enjoy an indelible day. In the wave pool, Rosehip plays in it with no swim ring for she thinks it is too troublesome. With the waves one by one, her body moves deftly in the water. Her diaper doesn’t make any inconvenience for her movements. I try my best to keep up with her. But due to the strenuous playing for hours, I have already been exhausted. After choking by water for several times, I decide to leave the pool for a rest. After a long time, when she comes up from the wave pool, I notice that there is something missing from her lower body. “Rosehip, your skirt is lost.” Rosehip takes a casual glance and speaks “Ah, oh. But it doesn’t matter. The diaper cover is still here. Right?” I smiled bitterly. But I think that since the naughty girl doesn’t care by herself, it matters nothing as true. I take her hand and say, “Come on. Let’s play the next one.” …… I climb out form a pool below a diving platform that is meters high to the ground which I just jump from. When I stand up, I hear Rosehip’s voice sounds from the diving platform, “Darling, look at me!” Rosehip waves her hand to me and start her jump. She jumps a few times on the springboard and jumps out with a 1080 degree revolve. She falls into the water like an arrow, with no splashing. I can’t control but clap my hands for her wonderful performance and give her a hand to get out of the pool. Rosehip spins her pinkish red hair to spread the water away and speaks “Darling darling. Was my jump good?” “Excellent! My princess. Just like how you drove your Crusader in the tankery race.” However, as her whole body come out from the pool, a striking change catches my sight. “Rosehip. Do you aware…you diaper…” I point to her lower body, and she looks down. Due to the great punch when she gets into water, lots of poured into her waterproof diaper cover. Part of the water was absorbed by the diaper inside, but the rest keeps leaking out. What’s more, her leaking diaper becomes a big water ball, which is very conspicuous on her slim body. Lots of people notice this and start talking about her by whisper. I’m embarrassed for this and talk to Rosehip, “Rosehip, I think you should go for a diaper change.” However, Rosehip hugs my arm with her chest against my arm. “No, I request darling giving me the change~.” Her unwilling intimate behavior makes my cheeks blushed even more, making me must accept her order. "All right, all right. All under you lead. My princess." She takes my hand and runs directly to the baby care room. …… After the sun falling, we decide to stay in the nearest hotel. However, due to the hotel’ hot business, there is only a king-size bedroom left. I want to find another hotel instead. But Rosehip clamors for ordering this room. I couldn’t against her by words, so we finally check in this king-size bedroom. After we enter the room, Rosehip takes off her shirts, skirt, and shoes at once. She throws them on the ground casually and jumps on the bed with only bra, socks and diaper on her body. She starts rolling back and forth on the bed like a puppy. I pick all her clothes on the ground with no discontent and take a sit on a chair. After amusing herself for a while, she stops and stares at me. I know she wants to talk with me. But I haven’t expected what she will say at this moment. “Heh, darling. Let’s make sex.” I cough violently for her awkward words while I am drinking water, and reply in a slightly angry voice, “What the hell did you say, you little fool! Do you really know what you just talked about?” Rosehip swings her diapered butt and says with a defiant expression, “Oh~. I understand. Darling don’t have the guts to have sex with me. You are afraid of me. I will show this secret off to other girls.” I’m not only paled with her words, but also be greatly stimulated by her provocation. I flung her on the bed like a hungry monster and hold her hands on it. “So, let’s have a try. Who is one having more power.” Rosehip is startled by my action, but then she responds to me with a trademark playful smile. …… It was a sleepless night. ……
  21. Hey all, this is my first real post I’m pretty sure! — Obviously dreams tend to be very incoherent (and hard to remember) so I’ll try my best to make it make sense. I live rather close to a park and this is where I was in the dream. I believe I also dreamed about holding beforehand but it’s fuzzy. Regardless, I was desperate to pee and I was on a swing in the playground area. I was wearing the black cargo shorts I wear every day and suddenly pee just gushed out of me. As I was swinging I could see it flowing out the bottom of my shorts onto the ground. I remember moaning and crying and that there were people there, but I don’t remember interacting with anyone. I peed for a while, probably an unrealistic amount of time, and I don’t remember what happened immediately afterwards. I do remember that later on I was home and didn’t want to wash them immediately (I only have one pair of shorts and I wash them on a regular schedule so it would be suspicious) so I kept wearing them after rinsing them off. That’s all I remember of the dream unfortunately, but I woke up to a reminder of it. Nothing serious, but there was a small wet patch on my boxers and I was absolutely bursting. I scrambled to the bathroom, thought “fuck it”, and just continued peeing in my boxers on the toilet. Maybe I’ll try to find a time where there are no kids at the park and recreate the dream :0 Edit: Forgot to post pictures ! First is how I woke up, the others are after I wet myself
  22. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  23. Amity's Sibling Troubles "Em, you've been in there for 20 minutes. Hurry up!" Amity exclaimed. Amity continued to knock on the door while her other hand was tightly grabbing her crotch. "Just give me 10 more minutes!" Em replied. "You're hogging the bathroom, just finish up what you're doing and let me in now!" Amity stated frantically. She squeezed her legs together as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. "Uh, having some stomach troubles, come back later," Em responded. "I can hear you shaving Emira. It's the middle of winter, Viney isn't gonna notice your legs," Amity said. "Pffft, I just wanna feel presentable- in front of her, -and me shaving is none of your business!" Emira replied. "Well, I really have to pee, please, I can't hold it much longer!" Amity begged. "Just use one of the other 5 bathrooms in our mansion Mittens," Emira suggested. Amity had to cross her legs and squeeze them together for a few seconds before she could compose herself enough to reply back. "The other bathroom on this floor is being cleaned right now, and I don't think I can make it downstairs without wetting myself..." Amity replied. "Well, I still have a lot of... shaving... to do, so just ask the cleaner to step out for a minute to let you pee." Emira responded. "Ughhhh, why are you like this Em," Amity replied. Amity looked down the hallway to (shudders) Edric's bathroom. Knowing her brother, it would probably take a while before the cleaners finished cleaning his bathroom, and that's also the reason why Amity hated using it. But seeing as how her sister was being a stubborn bi- rch tree, she'd probably be better off using it. Slowly, Amity hobbled towards Edric's bathroom. She doubled over as she felt another wave of desperation. Ugh, I'm not gonna make it. Amity thought. She continued to hobble towards the bathroom. About half way there, she felt another wave of desperation. She felt her urine being pushed out of her urethra, so she quickly squeezed her legs together and held on tighter. But it was too late, a leak escaped and she felt the warm, damp liquid squeezing out into her panties. She was able to cut off the flow, but she felt her urethra burning now, desperate to empty her bladder after that small, sweet taste of relief for one second. She composed herself and continued to slowly hobble to the bathroom. When she finally got close enough, she heard a constant stream of running water along with aggressive scrubbing noises. The sound made her double over and leak a bit more pee into her panties. She knocked on the door, "Hello?", she said. There was no response. Amity began banging on the door. "HELLO!" Amity shouted. The running water and scrubbing stopped. Then one of the cleaners opened the door. Was his name Jack? Or Jean? "Bonjour Mme. Blight, ow may I elp you today?", it was Jean, it was definitely Jean that replied. "Can I please use the bathroom for a few minutes? My sister is hogging up the other one" Amity asked. "Mais d'accord! Just mind ze vet floor," Jean replied. Amity quickly rushed into the bathroom as Jean left. She slammed the door and locked it. Then noticed how disgusting the toilet still was. "Ugh, ofc Jean would save it for last." Amity grabbed some toilet paper and began placing it on top of the toilet seat so that she'd have some protection from the filthiness. But then, she felt her bladder losing control as she did that. "No noooooo!" exclaimed Amity. She quickly removed her pants and panties and hovered over the toilet seat. At first, her pee stream was forcefully spraying all over the place, not just the toilet. Her legs quivered as her bladder still ached from being so full. But as she emptied her bladder, she gained more and more control and was able to direct most of her stream into the toilet. She made a mental note to apologize to Jean afterwards. She noticed the big wet patch on her pants, and how her panties were almost completely soaked. It's a good thing this accident happened in her own home. Otherwise, she'd die of embarrassment if it happened anywhere else. When Amity was done, she stepped out and apologized to Jean. "Actually, my name is Jacques," Jacques replied. "Oh, my apologies. Sorry about the mess Jacques," Amity stated. Amity walked back to her bedroom, changed her clothes, then began writing about her day in her dairy. THE END A/N: This short story was inspired by a recent MoringMark comic:
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