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  1. Welcome to Housemates Part 2. Part 1, "Road Trip," can be found here, and the first two seasons of the Meagan & Parker show are available for trade. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trouble With Housemates “Okay, this is really weird,” Meagan said. “What is?” Parker asked. They’d just arrived back on campus and his mind was entirely on the next steps of unpacking and moving in. “They gave me a room and a key.” “Where?” “Franklin.” She looked at him. “But I asked to be off-campus…” “Hey, since I was about ready to smuggle you in: take it and run!” “But I can’t afford it, hon, you know that.” “Still. Take it and run. As far as we can go. Maybe they’ll wise up and kick you out, but for now? Just go with it. You were gonna be staying with me tonight anyway.” Meagan hesitated, fearful, the Ghost of Going Into Debt hovering behind her eyes—but then she said, “Well, I’m tired anyway, I’ll sort this out later.” They drove to Franklin House—a remarkably short trip after their long road journey, just out of the parking lot and across the busy street—and pulled up in the gravel driveway. Franklin House had a shabby grandeur to it, with two white pillars out front on the porch, but it had clearly been occupied by college kids for a long, long time. The side door was propped open, so they went in. The stairs ahead of them invited them up, but Meagan heard voices in the main room to the left, and went in search of people. Parker followed. The people she’d heard were Dacy and her friend/soon-to-be-roommate Zephyr, who were unpacking in the kitchen beyond the living room. Dacy squealed at the sight of Meagan and jumped up for a hug. This left Parker to say hi to Zephyr, who he’d met a few times before. She was just as petite as Dacy, except far more normally proportioned in the breast department, and pure brunette instead of blonde. But she had an adorably cute face and a perky smile—in some ways she was even more bubbly than Dacy. But she didn’t have the high-fashion streak that Dacy had, as Zephyr was wearing torn jeans and tie-dye. The two were quite a pair. The squeals of greeting brought another familiar face downstairs: Mitchell, Parker’s old roommate. Many hugs were exchanged, summers were summarized, and the conversation meandered for a minute before Meagan said, “So here’s something weird: they gave me a key to this place.” Dacy, Zephyr, and Mitchell all looked at Parker. “You didn’t tell her?” Dacy said. “All summer long?” Zephyr added. “Nice job, man. I was sure you were going to spoil it,” Mitchell said to Parker. “Tell me what?” Meagan demanded. “When Parker told us that you couldn’t afford to live in the dorm, because you were just a little short…” Dacy began. “Not having five thousand dollars isn’t ‘a little short.’” “Well, sure. But you were pretty close. So—” “We passed the hat!” Zephyr put in. “Each of us paid an extra three hundred bucks so you could live here,” Mitchell said. “What, all of you? All ten? But that’s only…” “Stop doing math in your head and listen!” Dacy chided. “The team put up another big chunk,” Parker said. “After that, you were less than a thousand short.” “So then we emailed some of your profs…” “Oh, my god,” Meagan said. “And when we counted everything up,” Mitchell finished, “We wound up with a couple hundred extra, so we had Ms. Bonham put that toward your tuition.” At this point Meagan was simply struck speechless. She had a hand over her mouth. “We were worried about getting Resident Life to go along with it, since you’d asked to be off-campus,” Dacy continued, “but it turns out they really hadn’t been happy about that, since your senior status helped get us Franklin in the first place…” “And Ms. Bonham told them it was legit not to ask you, since she’d been there when you decided, and knew you’d come back if you could…” “Ho. Lee. Fuck,” Meagan said. “You really did this?” She swung around on Parker. “And you knew?” “Yup.” “All summer?” “Pretty much.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “Plus we weren’t totally sure it would work, until Res Life finally signed off on it last week,” Mitchell added under his breath. “Oh, my god. Oh… I’m gonna cry…” Meagan tackled Dacy and Zephyr in the same hug, then moved on to Mitchell, and finally jumped Parker, kissing him with such fervor that Mitchell said, “Ewww, breeders! Get a room!” “Where is our room?” Meagan said, as she came up for air. “Up the stairs and turn left,” Mitchell said. “Dacy and I sorted out the room assignments so everyone can sleep with the person they want.” “With or without sex,” Dacy hastily qualified. “Without, in our case…” “Aw, darn!” Zephyr said. “Question: is there a bed big enough for two people in our room?” Meagan demanded. “You’ll need to shove two twin beds together, sorry.” “That’ll do.” Meagan turned to Parker. “Go find our sheets right now. Everyone else, I am so so so so grateful—not quite as grateful to have jaw-dropper sex with all of you, but… oh my god, you guys. You are the best!” Three weeks later… “Oh my god,” Meagan groaned as she collapsed onto the bed. “They are the worst.” “What now,” Parker mumbled. “Eleven people in this house,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Seven of them girls, plus one gay man. The bathroom competition is getting fierce. At our next meeting can we designate one bathroom the Primp Zone, so the rest of us get a chance to get a piss in edgewise? Seriously, kids, I gotta go to class.” “I wouldn’t peg most of you as mirror hogs,” Parker said. “Lucy and Cara are barn girls, you’re pretty casual, Zephyr’s a let-it-all-hang out type…” “We’re not hogs, no, but we’re still girls. We all still do our hair—and for Randy, that ’fro takes a lot of doin’. Dacy and Cara get dolled up when they want to. Oh, and you guys aren’t totally off the hook, y’know. Mitchell definitely takes his time. Trav takes a long time in the shower, too.” “Wait. When you said ‘get a piss in edgewise’… was that for your benefit or mine?” “My benefit, thank you for asking.” It had become their code. If Meagan announced a need to pee and said it was for her benefit, then that told Parker his job was to shut up and find her a toilet. If she said it was for his benefit, however, then he was free to enjoy it—and prolong it, if he wanted. “Sorry.” “Blehh. I’m just glad I’m good at holding it. And that you’ve given me so much practice. It’s Zephyr I feel bad for.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about her.” “And it’s also Zephyr who’s been pi—ticking me off the most!” Zephyr: “So hey, guys, since we’re all here, can I ask something?” “What’s on your mind, Zeph?” “Would people be okay with me going topless? I always go topless when I’m at home, and this house already feels a lot like home to me. Can I do that?” Dacy came out in strong support: “Oh, girl, I’m so jealous, I wish I could! Yeah, please do!” Randy: “Whatever floats your boat. Not my style, but I won’t stand in your way.” Mitchell, the token gay: “I’ve got no problem with it!” Parker, Travis, and Zach, the three straight guys, all living with their girlfriends: “Abstain…” Zephyr: “I have such a small bladder! I’ve always gotta go!” Zephyr: “Wheeeeee! I’m so drunk… can y’help me to the bathroom before I piss my panties?” Zephyr: *Whimpering as she runs up the stairs toward Parker, who’s just come out of his room—running up the stairs with a hand clamped over her crotch, her small breasts not bouncing but jiggling with every step she jumps, her face the picture of desperation and helplessness* “Okay, so I’m not even gonna ask if she’s turning you on,” Meagan said. “She’s got to be.” “Less than you might think,” Parker said. “She’s got that little-girl vibe going, which isn’t really all that sexy.” “Oh, come on, Parker! She’s running around with no shirt and no bra! One time she was just in her panties! I swear, next week I’m gonna get full-frontal or something from her. And half the time she’s got her hands down her pants because she’s running to the bathroom. You have got to be turned on by this, don’t lie to me.” “You know I can’t lie to you anyway, love,” Parker said, really not liking the way this conversation was going. “Then look me in the eye and tell me how you’re reacting to all this.” He thought about it. “Yeah, she’s turning me on. Not as much as you do. You’ve got such a different style.” “Thank you for that addition,” Meagan growled. “Hey! I’m telling you the truth, love. Yeah, she turns me on. You get me off. I’m not happy that she turns me on, I’m not proud of it—but I am absolutely sure that you’re the one I want, not her.” “I know,” Meagan groaned. “I know. It’s like Dacy and the t-shirt all over again.” “Which, incidentally…” “I know!” Parker spread his hands. “Seven girls in this house. Even when they’re not running around with no shirts on, they do go around without a lot of clothes sometimes. And they’ve all gotta pee sometimes. We just can’t help it.” “I know I know I know I know...” Meagan said. “Gah! It’s nobody’s fault, I’m just—frustrated.” “Me too. Do you want a back rub?” She gave him a look. “Is this a play to get my shirt off and get me lying on my belly when my bladder’s full?” “…It might not be.” “Dude, I am pretty tired of this. And I’ve got class in twenty minutes—” “Neck rub. Shirt stays on, you can stay sitting up.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for you, then?” “I like rubbing my hands over your body. Regardless of level of clothing or fullness of bladder.” She smiled ruefully and shook her head—presumably at her own reaction, because she said, “Mmkay, I can work with that.” She sat on the floor so he could have the advantage of height. It was a very nice room they had. Large, high-ceilinged, with two big windows facing the front yard and the street beyond, but high enough up and set back (behind the porch roof) that it still felt fairly private. Here in early fall, when the days were still warm, they left the windows open and felt almost like they were living outside, it was so fresh and airy and open and sunlit, especially on mornings like this one. It could be a little loud from the traffic in the evening, but they were getting used to it as white noise. They’d decorated—well, mostly Meagan had decorated, though Parker had insisted on a poster or two. They’d shoved the two beds together and filled in the cracks creatively and now, for the first time in their whole relationship, they had a “bed” big enough for the both of them. They’d taken absolute advantage of that bed—eight or nine times, the first week. Even with their dead-sexy road trip, they still felt the need to make up for lost time over the summer. The one visit Meagan had managed to sneak from summer camp had been desperately needed, since they’d both been climbing the walls with horniness at that point, but the point was, it was the only sex they’d had over a seven-week period. Hence the gloriously sexy outburst of their road trip, and the delightful intimacy of sharing a room in a college house where everyone knew they were having sex and didn’t mind in the least. But they were finding that the house had its drawbacks. Maybe the worst problem with the house was that the walls and floors were not that soundproof. Even in the dorms, music from next door had often been a problem—that and the sounds of bouncing bedsprings, plus the occasional moan. Here in Franklin House, the walls and floor seemed paper-thin. Conversations could not only be occasionally overheard, but actually carried on from room to room. Plus Meagan and Parker’s room was on the second floor, which made it all the hotter in the late-summer heat, and the only way to cool off was to open the windows wide. At that point, they could hear every note and drumbeat of Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” playing in Mitchell’s room—not a song noted for being penetrating. So when doing some penetrating of their own, Meagan and Parker had to bite their tongues and muffle their cries and think twice about doing anything actually on the bed, to avoid tell-tale creaking. Playing music of their own barely helped. They could tell, because they sometimes hear Zach and Cara getting it on despite those two being on the ground floor and on the other side of the house. And of course Parker’s kink was a factor. On the one hand, it was harder to do much of anything in the house. It was hard to know if the house was ever empty, with so many people coming at odd hours and with so many doors in and out of the house. Sex in the shower would be understood and smiled at but would also be extremely detectable if anyone came by. So they hadn’t done anything kinky since the road trip. The nearest they’d gotten was Meagan getting him off after the waiting-in-line/peeing-outside incident at Travis’ party. On the other hand, Parker now had an unexpected spread of turn-ons… or, from another angle, temptations. The lines for the bathrooms had begun forming immediately. There were only three, one downstairs and two up. It was still not uncommon to see several people waiting in the hall, especially in the mornings—which meant seeing Dacy in her t-shirt, or Zephyr in just shorts, fidgeting restlessly as they waited for Mitchell or Miranda to get out of the shower. But if anything, the parties were the best and the worst. After all, Meagan and Parker had met in a Franklin House party bathroom line. Travis was their dominant partier, an expert in getting the fun times rolling and the beer flowing. It was only three weeks into the year, and they’d already had their first keggers, including the one for Travis’s birthday. On party days, the lines could get huge. “It’s just a crowded house,” Parker said, as he worked on Meagan’s shoulders. “No way around it.” “Yeah.” Meagan sighed and leaned back against him. “I’m sorry, love. I do trust you; it’s just…” “I know. And I’m sorry I’m stressing you out. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can’t. If I made a big deal out of looking away, Zephyr might feel uncomfortable. Or figure me out, even worse.” “I don’t blame you. Much, at least. I just think we’ve got to figure out a way for us to have some fun of our own. Get your mind back on me.” “We used to be good at this, back in the roommate days.” “I know! Well, it’s housemate days now. We can do this.—But not right now, sorry, not with class in ten minutes.” “We’ll think of something.” “We will. Just wish we could think of a way for me to use the bathroom right now.” “I could find something in the kitchen, maybe?” She smiled and kissed his knee (the most easily accessible part of him). “It’s not just the peeing. I wanted at least a minute with the mirror.” “Don’t we have a mirror in the closet?” “The mirror and my makeup, which I left in there.” “You don’t wear makeup.” She laughed. “Parker, almost every girl does. I don’t make a thing about it, but I do have some.” “I didn’t know.” “Yeah, well, like I said—I generally go for the natural look. But even ‘natural’ takes a little help sometimes.” “You don’t need to do that for me, you know.” “What, you like it when I’ve got a zit on my nose?” “I hadn’t noticed.” “That’s ‘cause I use concealer, doofus.” “No, like I hadn’t noticed this morning until you mentioned it. I mean, I see it now that you’ve told me about it…” “Really? You didn’t see it? It was the first thing I saw.” He shrugged. “You look great to me, love. You always do.” She chuckled. “Sorry, hon, but your judgment is just a little suspect right now on account of horniness.” She glanced at the clock. “Crap crap crap. I’ve gotta go—in more than one way. I’d better get moving so I can pee before class, makeup or no makeup. It’s Professor Stoltz, I can’t be late.” “So if it turns out that clock is a little slow and you don’t have time before class starts, you’ll have to hold it the whole hour?” She smiled, a little distracted, her mind already on the day ahead. “Go right ahead and imagine that if you want, hon, but I’ve got the time. See you at lunch?” “Sure.” They kissed and she headed out, leaving the door of their room open behind her. Parker went to the window to watch her go. She wasn’t showing much, but he could see a bit of the telltale stiffness of her stride as she walked toward the road. Then, of course, she had to wait for traffic to clear a bit—and then she had to sprint across… he took a moment to imagine what that might feel like on her bladder. As he lost sight of her through the leaves of the trees, a rapid tapping caught his attention. He turned around. Zephyr was in the hall, in nothing but shorts, knocking at the bathroom door. She was marching in place, her other hand hovering near the knot in her shorts’ drawstring. There was a faint look of panic in her eyes—and her nipples were hard. Parker quickly looked away before she saw him, and clenched his fists tightly. This could be a long year… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's a nice place to stop, isn't it? With signs of trouble on the horizon? Sorry that there's not a lot of fun stuff in this particular installment. Mostly I'm setting the scene, as you probably figured out, and advancing the plot a little. (Be on the lookout for foreshadowing, by the way.) But the fun starts ramping up next time, I promise. Once again, if you'd like to acquire Seasons 1 and 2 (with their bonus stories, never published on omo.org), PM me about a trade. I accept: stories, videos, and images you have permission to share original artwork (especially if it’s of Meagan) significant constructive feedback reviews (i.e., good publicity) asking nicely I worked hard on the bonus content and the formatting, so please please please, let's make a deal! I want these stories read!
  2. **NOTE: This is a story I wrote for ME. I have finished it and will publish it in parts. Here’s the first: CHAPTER 1 Sasha was a good and very attractive store manager. Assistant manager that is of the hardware store. She was tan, Puerto Rican and a body like a Victoria secret model. All day in the hardware store where she was the only professionally dressed one she wore a black jacket, black boots, gray dress pants and tied her hair in a ponytail. She had worked half of her twelve hour shift and was already feeling those coffees from this morning reaching their limit in her. Her legs could not stay still as she tumbled around everyone on the busy Memorial Day weekend. “Don’t block the door please!” She said as she headed out of the back room turning towards the bathroom. Right there she was stopped by an old lady employee named Dana who blocked the bathroom door to chat. “Oh hey Sasha. Hey did you...” But Sasha squirmed in place annoyed not caring what her worker was saying. She wanted to tell her to move it or I’m going to explode in my pants like a bursting water dam! Jess worked in paint and was sort of a heavy girl but the weight was on all the right places. Tight white pants and black shoes and light blue tight shirt around those big breasts that made guys jump out of their pants. In her late twenties as well, Jess almost peed herself multiple times at work and knew the humiliation would be too much to handle. But as she mixed paint she moaned every now and again cause her pants dug into her waist. Feeling like a stream would leak out and she slouched trying to hold it. Jorey was almost at work. A garden associate, she was average looking but very pretty and a cool girl to talk to. Thin, but cute face with glasses, tied up brown hair, jean shorts that were tight as hell and made this hot day worse, and a blue shirt with her black shoes. Her father hogged the bathroom all morning so she was still holding in a load of pee in her. Since her car was broken her sister drove her to work, good thing she be out at closing because everyone in her house worked late too and she wold not have any rides. Jorey asked, “Ana can you drive faster!” She grunted. “I’m going to freaking piss my pants. Hurry up!” She felt her bloated belly push against her tight jean shorts, her exposed white legs crossing. “We’re going speed limit chill!” After a while they turned into the store and Jorey said bye to her sister as she raced out of the car. She sprinted by Jess and Sasha who both squirmed (Sasha was called to the front desk before getting to go) and Jorey did not have a lot of strength left. She lost so much weight staying on a vegetarian and fiber diet but strength lacked. With her legs tight closed as she tumbled she reached the bathroom but “No no no no no!” Jorey shook in fear as a CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign blocked the women’s room. Jorey in humiliation squirmed in place. She’s never had to pee so bad. It was a boiling heavy load wanting to escape NOW! People watching and giggling at her desperation made this so bad and embarrassing she couldn’t imagine how bad an actual accident would be. Her heart raced as panic ruptured through her only making it harder to hold. “E-excusse me!” She said form outside the door to the male janitor sweeping the floor. “Are you almost done yet??” She could barely focus as she sweat and squirmed like hell. She need that bathroom NOW! ”I’m cleaning,” he said. Jorey was sweating, shaking, lips trembled, filled with fear, nervousness and a lot of pee! She bounced. “I’m kind of fighting a losing battle out here!” She almost burst right there as tremendous pain roared that was a huge sting trying to stab out of her. “One second sweets !” The old janitor said. He flushed the toilet to clean out with the chemical inside and the flushing sounds almost made Jorey explode. Her eyes widened from the pain and panic. “Oh come on come on come on!!” She said. He left and she ran in so fast. She slammed the stall door closed, unbuttoned her jeans, felt two small drops hit her panties as she was bursting. Everything was off just in time as a stream so powerful shot out of her into the toilet and splashing the water like madness. “AHHHHHHH!” Jorey moaned in a calm relief. No accident. She felt the painful pressure vanish as her belly deflated. Thank God. She needed this job for school. But no way anyone shows their face after an accident like that. Amazed that she went so much the water actually filled and hit her butt cheeks. She wiped, flushed, out to work. Outside the stalls, all were occupied and a girl ran past Jorey into hers. Jess and Sasha stood behind two customers in lines squirming. They looked so sad. Their hearts racing as they held their loads of urine in impatience and agony. Jorey clocked in and walked down to then stores garden wing. “Jorey!” Her Department manager Beth said as she ran past all the customers. “Thank God you’re here! We had one call out and Justin got fired this morning so we’re very short. Stay on the ball today ok?” “Roger that.” Said Jorey as she saluted smiling. Jorey was told to start lifting sacks of fertilizer onto the shelf. She did, and each lift on this hot day made her sweat and become very dehydrated. Her coworker with a weird crush on her, John, walked over and offered her a water from the fridge. “Oh thank you!” She said. She gulped it down so fast. To be continued....
  3. Răzvan2000

    My first try of drawing

    I'm not very good at drawing but i still wanted to try!!! In this draw, you can see a woman standing, and holding her pee near the ladies' room. She can't use it because someone is in there! So the poor woman has to wait.
  4. **A sequel to a story I wrote a while back. Titled "Females Teachers vs the Bell" you can find on my profile if you want to read it. There WILL be LINES lol made this new post because I wanted to have LINES in the title** If you didn’t read the first story here: Chapter 1 Ms. Channy remembered all those months ago. That faithful day at school, it was supposed to be like every other. Go in, teach, eat, teach, and go home. Ms. Channy however, a late thirties, short brown hair, big breast, hips, and strong legs but a flat belly, she went through something different. To this day when she wakes up she takes medication for her damaged bladder from that day. It was so unfair, it still made her sad. She remembers being right at the bathroom, after hours of agony, finally ready to go. Then the plumbing went to hell, and she held it in as long as she could. She really did…poor Ms. Channy crossed legs, and tightened her muscles so hard but alas, she remembers when she exploded in front of all her students. She soaked her pants, shit in them, and everyone saw and laughed. She nearly had a heart attack from the humiliation. Luckily, she got a new job, in a new high school, with only one teachers bathroom BUT it had multiple stalls, and by the end of this month, provided she doesn’t burst again, her bladder will have healed after literally exploding that day. “Time to go to work,” Ms. Channy said as she kissed her boyfriend Ben who spent the night over. She slipped on tight black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-down sweater that were tight around her big breasts. It was the first night Ben spent over. She was not use to it, but liked it. However, she noticed a twitch in her bladder, and then suddenly without warning it became a huge surge of pain. “Oh!....Errgg!” She closed her legs and grabbed her crotch as she took the town bus to work (her car was broken down and would not be fixed until Saturday (it was Thursday now). Damn! Forgot to pee before I left home. People on the bus looked at the desperate teacher who pulled her hand away from her crotch. Her bladder was so full though. Ms. Channy felt like she might lose it any second. She crossed her legs in her tight black pants, and the foot hanging over the other leg shook back and forth. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Come on, you can hold it, just don’t think about it. The bus hit a big bump in the road as it passed a construction site. Everyone on the bus was lifted into the air and then back down briefly. Ms. Channy’s lips curved as she felt the ocean inside her about to spray out like madness. It was so embarrassing as she tried to hide her need to go, but had to place both hands in her crotch, plugging herself up. Finally, they reached school. Oooooooh thank GOD! Ms. Channy thought. There was not much time left, as she knew she would explode any second, and that could mean dire consequences for her already damaged bladder that was so close to recovery for good. She ran into the school. To keep her cool around students she slowed down to keeping her legs tight together, taking small steps and keeping her back straight. She could NOT PEE HER PANTS AGAIN! NO! “Hey Ms. Channy!” yelled a student, named Bobby. Ms. Channy felt her heart race and mouth go dry as her nerves kicked up. She waved to Bobby as she hurried past down to the women teacher’s lavatory room. She turned the knob and pushed open. The door opened a crack and stopped. Something was blocking it. “What the?” She pushed again, and again, each harder than the last. She was running out of time…and so were her panties! She knocked hard and fast. “Uummmm…is anyone in there?” “Duh!” said a woman from behind the door. “Well can you let me in already? I’m fighting a losing battle out here.” “Just wait. God, you older teachers. Maybe you have time to get your makeup done in the morning but we sure don’t. Give us a minute.” Ms. Channy was in panic. Her legs tight together as she held her hands against her belly while her feet shuffled. It was coming. She sweat as she felt a warm liter of liquid pushing its way to exit her body. “Girls please! Please, I have to pee, let me in, please!” ”Just hold it in another minute!” Ms. Channys legs were shuffling up and down to her belly. She felt so bloated. She grabbbed the handle and pushed hard and got it open only to be closed back up. ”Just hold it in!” ”I...r-really g-g-gotta go,” Ms Channy said through tears of agony, jumbling her words together. She continued to knock, and students in the hall started to stare and giggle at her desperation. This could NOT be happening again. Her body right up against the door as she pushed, her crotch turned to the corner of the wall where the door opened, and pushed in to plug herself up. SPURT a drop almost shot out but Channy crossed her legs quick enough to keep the load inside. The pee hurt as it boiled inside. Finally, the teacher on the other side took her foot off of the door and Ms. Channy burst into the bathroom about to explode in her pants. The two very young, newly hired teachers blocked her path to the stalls. Ms. Channy bounced in place and cried. “Ms. Channy, please respect us next time. We work two jobs and get up early every morning just to come here looking like hell and- “ “Fucking move!” Channy said as she shoved them out of the way and went for one of the three stalls. The two young teachers grabbed her again and pulled her back from behind. Ms. Channy was a nervous wreck. She bounced uncontrollably. “We kept the door locked cause we don’t want someone in here taking a shit while we do makeup.” Ms. Channy said, “I don’t have to shit, I have to pee, BAD!” ”We know who you are,” one of them said. “You pissed and shit your pants in that other school.” Ms Channy eyes widened in terror at what they knew. “Just remember that. Respect us and we don’t have to tell everyone that story.” ”Fine!” Channy yelled. Then she sprinted off. She pushed but it was locked. No feet below it. But a sign on it read OUT OF ORDER. She then inhaled a nasty smell and saw some green and brown sludge spots on the floor. She thought she heard rumors of a plumbing backup from the sewers. She stormed into the next stall and bounced as she unbuttoned her pants, “gotta pee gotta pee,” She pulled them pants down and her panties down, and spread her legs as she sat and.....nothing came out. “What..”She pushed but nothing came out yet her bladder ached and burned as the pee remained inside. She started to sweat as she remembered the doctor said holding it in too long could cause one of two things cause of her injury. One was her muscles would become so tense that weakness of her bladder would become smushed and block the pee from coming out. People this happened to usually go the rest of their lives with a full aching bladder. Some would last for years and then burst at random. “No no this can’t be happening!” She shocked her fingers up her pussy as far as she could and pushed and pushed. Hoping it would work. She could not go through life like this. Then she felt it. It got hot and wet down there and She pulled her fingers out. THEN, pee shot out of her like fire. Yet, she sighed in relief, feeling her aching bladder quickly ease with no more pain. She breathed steady as a loud eruption of pee filled the toilet. She slouched over with her pants around her ankles releasing it all. Just then as she still pissed the stall door got kicked open. Ms Channy sat up in shock as the two young teachers laughed at the pantsless teacher. “Might want to hurry for these people.” Ms Channy peaked outside the stall door and saw three other female teachers in line waiting for an available stall. All were no older than 28 and had mini skirts and heels. Ms. Channy turned red. “Just....give me a moment.” She covered her crotch as two those bitch teachers smiled and watched. “Alright close the door I gotta go! I can’t in front of you guys.” They refused so Ms Channy kicked up and closed the door with her foot and locked, and the rest of her pent up pee drained out of her. Soon she was done, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands and headed out dry and mighty with dignity, ready for the day. Everything went smoothly. She went home later, calm, and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke…SHE WENT TO PEE BEFORE SHE LEFT…and put on some clothes and headed to school. She wore tight blue jeans that showed nice on her big hips and butt. She wore a white t-shirt with a black sweater over it, and brown shoes. She finished her morning coffee on the bus on the way to school. It was Friday. She had another cup at home before she left. So, after another bumpy bus ride it was easy to know why she felt a slight twitch in her bladder. No pain, a small pulse that came and went. She had to pee, but was fine. Besides, as she passed the teacher’s lavatory she saw a line outside the door of squirming female teachers. “Boy hate to be stuck in something like that again,” she laughed, and went to her first class. Little did she know of the plumbing below the school, slowly filling with more sewage sludge as the pipe problem remained. What would happen? TO BE CONTINUED….and yes there will be LINE WAITNG
  5. Hello everyone, I need some help finding a certain video. It was a about 2-4 minute short film about a girl who is trying to find a bathroom and when she does is waiting on line for the bathroom and the line keeps getting shorter. When she finally is the only person remaining on line she wets herself and the video ends there. Ive been looking for this video for a while so any help would be appreciated! TIA!
  6. Hi everyone. This is my first post, and it's about something I witnessed at a party recently. As I said, I was at this party at a friends house a couple of weeks ago, it was late and everyone was getting pretty drunk. I went to the bathroom, and of course there was a long line and many squirming boys and girls. I noticed one girl in particular, partly because I didn't know her, and partly because she seemed even more desperate then all of the others combined. Now all of the others where just crossing there legs and talking casually, but she kept grabbing her crotch and bending over with a great nervous look on her face. She was about 25, and she was wearing a light blue summer dress that went down to her knees. It was great watching her legs as she crossed and uncrossed them and bending down holding her crotch. While I was pretending to check something on my phone, I heard her say to her friend: "This is really bad, I seriously don't think I can hold it much longer." Her friend sort of just smiled and said she would do fine. And then she must have said something funny that I didn't pick up, because the poor desperate girl started laughing and crossed her legs really hard, almost yelling: "Stop, I'm going to loose it." This scene didn't go unnoticed, and a few of the guys started telling these stupid jokes to make her laugh. And they did make her laugh. She started laughing and almost jumping up and down at the same time, stuttering: "Stop, you're gonna make me pee!". And then all of a sudden she sort of freezes, and while still laughing, she gasps: "No, no, no, I'm peeing, I'm peeing..." And she wasn't joking. A stream of pee started running out from underneath her white dress and down her legs, finally splashing against the floor. At this point I was stunned by the sight, and I just stood there like an idiot watching her empty her bladder in front of the entire line. When the door to the bathroom finally opened, everybody cheered and applauded as the girl and her friend - both still laughing - went in. This wasn't the first time I saw a girl wet herself, but it sure was a great sighting.
  7. File Name: japwaitinline File Submitter: wet501 File Submitted: 07 Apr 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Unspecified As requested first link from Desperate Japanese girls waiting line for the bathroom. P.S. No wetting in this, don't know why that was changed. Focuses on individual girls waiting then entering the stall and peeing, then redressing and leaving, then on to the next girl. Basic but decent enough Click here to download this file
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    Anyone like waiting in line videos? I came across about 25 public waiting in line videos on YouTube. No wetting, that I saw, but mild desperation, some crossed legs, a couple have crotch holding, and one even has a lady cutting in front of others. I hope these haven't been posted already.
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    As requested first link from Desperate Japanese girls waiting line for the bathroom. P.S. No wetting in this, don't know why that was changed. Focuses on individual girls waiting then entering the stall and peeing, then redressing and leaving, then on to the next girl. Basic but decent enough

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