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  1. View File DLFF-308 All three parts of the DLFF-308 / DFF-308 set compiled together. Originally obtained and shared here by @YeChiang Submitter Maki Submitted 10/10/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans Jean shorts Shorts Skirt  
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  3. They sure have some intriguing TV shows in Japan...this clip has some seriously desperate gals waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom. Some subtitles fortunately (and behind closed door farting). The show may be called "Crazy Concept".
  4. Hello, everybody. A heads-up for first-time readers: if you're a desperation or waiting-in-line fan, you'll probably appreciate the bulk of this story even without any context, but toward the end there will be a lot of character development and references to prior stories. To fully appreciate all the character moments in here, you'll need to go all the way back to "Season 1" of the Meagan & Parker Saga. PM me if you're interested in getting the downloads of Seasons 1 and 2. If you'd rather skip to the fun stuff, scroll down until you see this: ----------------------------- And now, for all my readers, I have an ANNOUNCEMENT: I am retiring from writing these stories. Relax: you'll have a few more tales from me before I go. I'll finish Parker's plotline. But after that, I'm going to step away for a long time. Probably not forever... but it's a possibility. When I first decided to write "Season 3" and create a setting for Meagan and Parker in a college house, rather than a dorm, this story, "The Pile-Up," was the one I really wanted to tell. A true classic waiting-in-line story in which everybody needs to use the bathroom all at once. As I worked my way through the season, this was the goal. Maximum desperation, maximum college-girl hotness. But as I wrote, I got more and more into the story of Meagan and Parker's relationship. And by the time I got around to writing "The Pile-Up," I realized that I was actually much more excited about writing their relationship than writing the desperation. And when I did work out a rough draft, I caught myself thinking, Darn it, I really need to add more desperation -- as if it had become a chore, something that needed to be done in order to tell the story of a struggling romance. I also find I am somewhat less interested in my kink in general these days. It doesn't turn me on the way it used to. I guess I'm a bit bored with it. I think I need to find some fresh angle, or just to give myself some time. But that doesn't mean I don't have mixed feelings. I'm particularly sad that I might be letting down my fans. The appreciation I've gotten here has spurred me on to finish the tale. "I can't quit now," I kept telling myself. "I don't want to disappoint people." So for all my readers, a heartfelt thank-you. For that reason, and for others, I don't want to abandon this part of me. But I think I need to step back a while, so I can appreciate it again, and before I burn out on storytelling. So what's next? What you're about to read is "The Pile-Up." In a few days I'll post the next story, "The Play-Out," here in the same thread. They really belong together. After that, there will be two more stories, which I will post separately. At some point I will write a few bonus stories and compile Season 3 together, as I did with 1 and 2. And that will be the end of Meagan and Parker... but of course they will always be there for you in the stories I've already told. Again, thank you for reading. ---------------------------------------------- It was a quiet evening in Franklin House—the Thursday before Spring Break, not long after Meagan’s grad-school celebration. Parker was nearly alone in the house; Lucy and Trav were off somewhere, Zephyr had asked for a girl’s night with Meagan and Dacy at a party on the other side of campus, Cara was at work, Zach was at the gym, and Val and Miranda had gone to a concert. Mitchell was in his room working on something, and Parker was at loose ends. It was raining—and pretty hard, too. Meagan had taken the girls in her car, so leaving the house wasn’t appealing. Trav sometimes let people play on the Xbox when he and Lucy were gone, but he hadn’t said anything about it this time and Parker didn’t feel like barging in without permission. Since Spring Break was right around the corner, he felt no burning need to get any schoolwork done. He was thinking about turning on the TV to see if there was anything good on—which was a sure sign that he was running out of ideas for entertainment—but then a good track came up on shuffle on his iTunes and he decided he’d just play the rest of the album, which he hadn’t heard in a while. He lay down on the bed and listened. A door slammed downstairs. From the muffled swearing, it sounded like Zach had come home from the gym, and was probably totally soaked—and cold, too. A few minutes later, water began running somewhere. Probably he’d jumped in the shower. Perhaps this prompted Mitchell to get up and take his shower. At any rate, he strode down the hall, clad in only a towel with his toiletries bag in one hand, and stepped into the nearer bathroom. Not long later, he began singing. At least he had a decent voice. Gravel crunched in the driveway beside the house. It sounded like Cara’s car—but when the door opened, the first voice he heard was Miranda’s. Then more gravel crunched: definitely Meagan’s car this time. “Everyone’s home at once,” Parker said, poking his head out. “Seems like,” Miranda said, pushing past him quickly. “Excuse me…” She quickly went into the farther bathroom and closed the door. Val followed her roommate up the steps. “Hey, Parker,” she said. When confronted by both bathroom doors closed, she turned around and started heading back down—only to meet Cara coming up, still in her work clothes. “Can I use one of you guys’ bathrooms?” she said. “The one downstairs is locked.” “Miranda’s in one—and going by the singing, Mitchell’s in the other,” Val said. “Well, I hope they won’t take too long,” Cara said. “Me too!” Val said, retreating up the steps. “I was just about to go downstairs to yours…” The door at the bottom of the stairs opened again, and Dacy came clattering in. She ditched her high heels as soon as she could, and trotted up the steps, chanting, “Bathroom bathroom bathroom…” “Get in line!” Cara said, “There’s a line?” Meagan said, coming up after Dacy. “We got people in two showers,” Cara informed her. “Fuuuuck,” Meagan said. “How does this keep happening, guys?” “You need it too?” “We all do,” Meagan said, gesturing first to Dacy, then back to Zephyr, coming up behind her. “I really do,” Dacy said. She was marching in place, picking her feet up off the ground in mincing, careful steps, bare toes on the carpet. Her nails were painted red to match her dress. “Val, can I go ahead of you?” “Umm…” “I just drank a lot of rum and cokes and I really really really need to go,” Dacy said. “Hey, I just worked a five-hour shift with no breaks!” Cara said. “And I had some coffee to get through it. I’ve had to go for two hours!” She, too, was showing some signs of desperation: legs pressed close together. But frankly, Dacy looked much more desperate. Parker was, after all, a connoisseur of such things. “Dacy, can I get past you?” Meagan said. “I’m not cutting in line, I just wanna say hi to my lover.” “Oh, sorry, sure…” Meagan stepped up to where Parker was standing in the doorway. She kissed him hello, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear, “Hey.” “Hey.” “Just enjoy it.” “Huh?” “Just enjoy it. I mean, what else can we do?” “You’re sure?” “Happy birthday.” He gave her a skeptical look. She shrugged. He tried to take it all in… Val, in front, was quiet. She was always quiet, but she wasn’t saying anything at all now. She didn’t seem to be showing any particular signs of desperation… other than a certain look in her eyes. Parker remembered how, long ago when she’d had to pee in a bottle in the back seat of Meagan’s car, she’d gone practically nonverbal first. There was a tension in all her body that spoke volumes, however. Cara, right behind her, was expressing herself more verbally than physically. “Two hours,” she repeated, as Dacy again begged to go ahead of her. “Two hours! And someone was in the staff bathroom when I got off! I was worried I wasn’t going to make it home!” Worried or not, she still didn’t seem too desperate by comparison. But her close-pressed legs had escalated to crossed legs. Dacy, on the other hand, was showing all sorts of physical signs. She looked and sounded a little drunk and a lot desperate. She was doing a somewhat wobbly pee dance, wriggling around a little bent over. As she turned this way and that, Parker had an excellent look at her cleavage—for as usual she had gone partying in a short dress. Underneath that dress, her thighs were clenched together, or crossed, or marching in place. “Fuck,” she said. “We drank a lot at the party, but we couldn’t go at the party. The line was too long!” She marched in place again, those magnificent breasts bouncing (her bra was clearly inadequate). But most telling of all was the look on her face: she was grimacing, eyes wide in panic. “It’s true,” Meagan chimed in. She was not showing the strain that Dacy was, but to Parker’s expert eyes she obviously needed to go: she was locked down tight. “I had the least of all of us, since I had to drive, and I had two beers. They were a while back,” she added quickly. “We were there a long while. Longer than I expected…” “Sorry!” Zephyr said. “I wanted to hear the band…” She, too, was all dressed up, but in a tight shirt and a miniskirt. She was also wriggling. Quite a lot, actually. “Shit,” she whispered, apparently to nobody, a look of fear in her eyes. “I had four…” Miranda stepped out of the bathroom. “Me first, me first!” Dacy begged. “We all gotta go, girl,” Cara said. “I am literally about to wet myself, Cara! Can’t you go downstairs?” “There’s someone in there!” “I think that’s Zach, actually,” Parker said. “Really?” Cara said. “Well, he damn well better let me in, or he’s sleeping on the floor tonight…” She headed downstairs quickly. “Val, please,” Dacy said. She was now bent over, legs crossed, clenched hand held straight down at her sides or making fitful motions, like she wanted to grab herself but didn’t dare. Meanwhile, her breasts were literally slipping out. “…Okay,” Val said. She didn’t look terribly happy—but Dacy appeared to be on the brink of crying, exploding, or both. “Ohthankgod,” Dacy said, and rushed in. She was hoisting the hem of her dress as she ran, and Parker caught a flash of ass. “I’ll be quick, I promise!” she said over her shoulder. She moved a little too quickly, perhaps—she tried to kick the door closed behind her, and it didn’t quite latch, so what came next was clearly audible. First the clatter of a toilet lid being flung up and banging off the tank, and then the hiss of a truly desperate piss, and then a moan of pure blissful relief. It all came awfully fast, though—so fast that Parker couldn’t envision how she’d had time to get her panties down. Maybe she hadn’t? (Maybe she wasn’t wearing any?) The pee stream hissed on quite a while. Dacy moaned again. Val looked pained; Zephyr didn’t so much moan as whimper. “Who’s in the other bathroom? Mitchell?” Meagan asked. “Yeah,” Parker answered. “Hey, Mitchell! Can you hurry up?” Meagan said, knocking on the closed door. “I’m going as quick as I can! I’m all over shampoo!” Mitchell hollered. The toilet flushed and all three girls still waiting reacted: Val instantly crossed her legs, Meagan tensed up still further, and Zephyr… well, she was already bent over, one hand clinging to the railing of the stairs. The other hand reached under her miniskirt and just grabbed. She was shuddering. Dacy emerged, blushing a little. Val, moving with far more urgency and hurry than Parker had ever seen other than out on the athletic field, darted into the bathroom behind her, closing the door more carefully. There was a flash of urgency mixed with relief on her face that cut through her usual reserved expression. “Oh my god,” Dacy said, looking down the steps. “Zephyr, that looks painful.” “It is,” Zephyr said in a small voice. “I’m almost…” “Just a bit longer,” Dacy said encouragingly, stepping down past Meagan to Zephyr’s side. Zephyr shook her head. “I’m leaking,” she whispered. “What?” “My panties are wet…” “Oh, hon,” Dacy said, and hugged her roommate—carefully. “That does it,” Meagan said. “I’m taking you in with me.” Zephyr’s eyes widened. “Really?” “Yup.” The toilet flushed again. Zephyr crossed her legs over her hand. Her head was ducked and Parker couldn’t see her face, but the shivering could be the last moments before an uncontrollable explosion—or sobs. “Nearly there,” Dacy said, reassuringly. Val stepped out. “Didn’t even wash my hands,” she said. “Go go go!” Dacy said to Zephyr. “I can’t move...” “Just ten feet to go,” Dacy said, literally helping the bursting girl up the last steps. “You want the toilet or the tub?” Meagan said, already unbuttoning her jeans, as Zephyr tottered toward the bathroom door. “I’ve never peed in a bathtub…” Zeph said in a husky voice. She was definitely about to explode in both piss and teers. Walking double, one hand still clenched between her legs, she inched into the bathroom. “Here, I’ll show you how,” Meagan said, and closed the door behind them. Parker stepped back into his room to avoid listening (and to avoid being caught listening). He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the churn of images and emotions in his head. So much desperation, all at once. It was a dream come true. So why didn’t he feel like it? He was barely even stiff. He lay back on the bed. The answer’s obvious, really. I’d rather have Meagan forever than five—or ten, or fifty—desperate girls in my hall. They’re sure taking a long time in there. The door opened and Meagan stepped into the room. She had a bemused look on her face. “Better?” Parker asked. “Bladder-wise? Of course. Brain-wise…? Very different story.” “Why, what’s up?” She sat down on the bed next to him. “Zephyr just kissed me.” “For letting her use the bathroom with her?” “Ummm… I guess?” “Man, you never give me a peck on the cheek when I let you go!” “Uh.” “What?” “Not a peck on the cheek.” “…Wait. Lips?” “Oh yeah.” “Zephyr kissed you. On the lips.” “Uh-huh.” “I am so confused right now.” “Right there with you, hon…” Meagan shook her head. “Fuck. I should talk to her.” “Yeah, I think you should!” “But I wanted to check on you. You didn’t really look like you were enjoying all that.” He shrugged. “No consent.” And I wish that was the reason I was bothered… “Aww. You’re so good!” “Well. That wasn’t the only reason.” “Hmm?” He opened his mouth, tried to say, I’m losing you—and closed it again. She stroked his hair. “Hey. You can say it. Whatever it is.” “I’m—worried.” “About?” “Us.” She lay down next to him and kept stroking. “Are you worried about the sex? And how we haven’t been having enough of it lately?” “Uh—yeah. That’s part of it.” “I know you’ve been jacking off,” she said. “Were you fantasizing about other girls?” “…Yeah.” She nodded slowly. “Sorry.” “Hey. I’m not happy about it. I wish you hadn’t. But I get why you did it.” She sighed. “I was afraid grad school would eat our sex life… but after I went, not just from trying to get in.” He said nothing. “Were you fantasizing about Zephyr?” she asked. He managed to whisper, “Yes.” She nodded again. “Are you angry?” “Well, irritated. But we both know it was pretty much impossible to avoid her. Besides, tonight your fantasy came to life—and you actually don’t want it.” “I want you.” She smiled sadly. “And so the battle began. Desperate girls: turn-on! Massive guilt: turn-off!” “About right.” “No wonder you’re freaking out.” “Yeah. But why aren’t you?” “Because I saw your face. If you’d been drooling I’d be so jealous, I’d be screaming at you right now. Or worse, not screaming.” He shuddered in memory. “But you so obviously looked so uncomfortable. Honestly, you seemed almost as bad as we looked. How can I be jealous of Zeph when she ties you in knots like that?” “You’re really not jealous?” She shook her head. “Sad, yes. Worried, yes. A little ticked off and frustrated, yes. Jealous? No.” They lay there for a while. “We should probably talk,” Parker said. “Yeah. You wanna do that now?” “Not really.” “Me neither. It’s late and I’m exhausted and we’ve got all of break to do that.” She laid a gentle hand on his chest. “But do you wanna make love?” “I just wanna hold you.” “I can live with that.” “Forever.” To that, she said nothing. --------------------------------------------------------------- They didn’t talk the next morning, hurrying off to class. And when Parker came home to celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, he saw Meagan and Zephyr sitting out back on the lawn chairs, clearly talking earnestly. He decided he wanted to give that conversation a wide berth. Some time later, Meagan came upstairs, looking even more bemused than the night before. “What’s up?” Parker asked. “So…” Meagan began, and stopped, and then opened her mouth again, and finally managed, “I really don’t know how to start this!” “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious!” “Zephyr’s got the hots for me.” “Huh. Did not see that coming.” “The kiss was a pretty big clue.” “Well, yeah, but before that.” “There have been some other hints, too. But here’s the thing: she also noticed that I was always putting myself at the back of the line for the bathroom. And then the way I was acting at the party… peeing in front of everyone, I guess, and making her piss outside…” ” Parker tensed up. “Yeah. She’s almost on to us. But not quite. She got the wrong idea—she thought it was my kink.” “Oh. Oh! Last night—was that a set-up?” “Yup. Not really totally premeditated, but she was feeling a little daring and desperate and so she decided to have some fun with it. I did notice she was stalling, keeping us at the party a long time… but it ended up waaaay worse than she thought it would be, since everyone else needed to go at the same moment. Anyway. We peed next to each other, in the bathtub, and she kissed me. Tried to seduce me through pee, I guess. She didn’t realize she had the wrong partner of the two.” “You didn’t tell her…?!” “Of course not. That’s your secret, not mine. But I did admit there’s a bit of a sexual rush when I hold it so long and then let it out. And she agreed.” “Whoa.” “Oh, we’re just getting started here. So apparently she hasn’t gotten laid in many months. She had a sexy Spring Break lined up to deal with that, but her plans fell through. So she knew she was gonna be stuck here, and she thinks I’m hot, and… well, she made a play.” Parker’s heartbeat was skyrocketing. “And what did you say to that?” “That I’m loyal to you, of course.” “That’s good to hear.” “Mmmhmm. I know we’re not doing great, hon, but I’m not about to jump in the sack with someone new because of a rough patch.” “Thank you. So… I guess this week could be a little awkward.” “Wellll…” “Well what?” “When I told her that I was sticking with you, she offered me a threesome.” This can’t be happening. “With pee.” This definitely can’t be happening. And he said so. Meagan shrugged. “I guess it is, though.” “What did you tell her?” “That I needed to talk with you.” “Not a ‘no’? Really?” “So… I know things haven’t been great between us lately…and I thought maybe that… this could help?” “You’d seriously be okay with a threesome?” “I’m in college! Lesbian experimentation is totally legit…” “But you’d be okay with sharing me?” “The way she framed it, you’d be sharing me with her. She says you’re a good friend and all, but she’s definitely much more into me.” “I meant in terms of jealousy. Me getting turned on by her. Her getting desperate for—well, for both of us.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m trying to tackle the jealousy thing head-on. Try to get myself past it.” “I still can’t believe this…” “I know. But anyway. I really wouldn’t mind trying it out. Zeph’s cute and sweet and I know she can get you fired up. You said as much last night. But I can also see the flip side, and why you wouldn’t want to. “So it’s your call, love. What do you say?”
  5. Here's a nice Asian waiting in line clip, and fortunately it has English subtitles!
  6. Hello, all my lovely readers. This story will be a little different; more along the line of a "clip show", perhaps, focusing on short incidents rather than developing a big story around just one. It's also a bit different in that this story focuses primarily on the story of Meagan and Parker and their relationship, more so than the kink (and sometimes via the kink). I confess I'm doing that a lot -- I caught myself today after writing 2500 words and multiple scenes without a bit of omo content. I promise you that there will still be sexy stuff in these stories, but I'm enjoying writing these two kids just for their own selves, and we're getting farther and farther into "novel with some fetish content". But then, that's why I started writing this, so you should know what I'm up to by now. The usual plugs: Seasons 1 and 2 are available in PDF (with bonus content) by request/trade; PM me. For Season 3 so far: Road Trip The Trouble with Housemates Rainy Sunday Flipping the Script Without further ado, here's the first Moment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thursday, November 10th, 2005 8:19pm Zephyr had to pee again, obviously so. But there was Halo 2 to be played, and this level was proving tough. Travis was there, but he wasn’t really watching; he was doing something on his computer, his back to the room. Zephyr was sitting on the couch—well, sitting on her heel on the couch—that Lucy had picked up at a garage sale. Lucy herself was at the barn. Dacy was out with Clark. Meagan was, once again, at the library. Parker was lounging in the beanbag chair off to the side, eyes switching back and forth between the screen and Zephyr’s body. Tension was written on all her muscles, concentration was all over her face. Especially her lip, which she was biting. It was entirely possible she’d forgotten that Parker was even in the room. He’d decided he wouldn’t remind her. There was also a trick to this particular level that Parker knew, and that he suspected Zephyr also knew, but that she had probably forgotten. He’d decided he wouldn’t remind her of that, either. Back and forth went his eyes… “Fuck.” The whispered word brought his eyes whipping back around to lock onto her body. If his time with Meagan had taught Parker anything, it was what a woman looked like when she was on the verge of peeing whether she wanted to or not. I should offer to take over. If I do, she’ll go pee and I can’t watch her anymore. Zephyr was breathing hard now. I really should say something. “Hey, want me to take over?” Her eyes flicked to him, then back to the screen. “Naw, I got this,” she said. Can’t say I didn’t offer. And then, not too long later, she got it after all. She breathed out, a long shuddering exhale, and set the controller down. She wedged a hand between her legs and stood up. But not all the way up—she stayed a little hunched over. Half-crouched like that, she ran from the room. The bathroom was right next door, but apparently someone was in there. Parker heard Zephyr whimper, heard her bare feet running across the carpet, heard her charging up the stairs. Parker ran over all this in his head. Memorizing. Saving for later. Especially her bitten lip, and the whimper, the heel-sitting—and the determined, oddly sexy “I got this…”
  7. 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!
  8. I must warn everyone, this story contains messing and this is my first time including it in a story, so I do hope I did a good job with it so far. I received this interesting request for a short story from @Rick Dixon and I had a lot of fun writing it. It wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be, but... I went wild with it and it sort of mutated lol. The finished story will end up being posted in 3 parts. I hope all of you like part 1. *** Only One Stall Left Part 1 Ariel headed down the hall to get to her creative writing class, which was her last one for the afternoon. With a quarter-full bottle of water in one hand and her purse in the other, this stunning college girl was ready to take this new semester by the horns. Her tight, purple sweater and black pants hugged her curves in all of the right places and a pair of black, leather boots added the final touch to her outfit. She passed a set of elevators, where she turned the heads of a few male students, just as they were waiting for the doors to slide open. She was thin, but not frail, and her gorgeous, brown hair hung halfway down her back, grabbing the attention of those college boys long enough, that they failed to notice when the elevator arrived. She quickly checked the time on her phone, to make sure she was doing alright. It was normal for her to show up a couple of minutes early to each class, but she was surprised to discover that she had arrived seven whole minutes ahead of schedule. Wow, I’m earlier than I thought, she said to herself as she put her phone back in her purse. Miss Watkins probably won’t get here for another five minutes, so I’ll probably just have to wait, I guess. She turned the corner, clicking the heels of her boots on the tile floor along the way, turning the corridor into an echo chamber. Up ahead, she saw the signs for the restrooms, directly across the hall from the sign for the classroom. There was a bench next to the door, up against the brick wall, where she knew she would likely have to sit and wait. She took a quick peek inside, through the narrow slit in the door that served as a window. Just as she had expected, only darkness greeted her from within. She grabbed the handle of the door and gave it a tug. Sure enough, it was locked. “Well, I guess I really do have to wait out here.” With an irritated sigh, she sat down on the bench and took out her phone again. She figured she would see what her friends were up to on Facebook, while she hung out in the hallway. After a few seconds, however, she noticed a mild urge to pee. She had been drinking water and coffee throughout the afternoon, so she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer, before she would have to visit a toilet. She glanced up at the bathroom straight ahead of her and took a moment to consider whether or not she should go inside. Hmm, maybe I should. The class is an hour long, so it would probably be a good idea. She put her phone away again and started to get up, but suddenly, two other college girls came out, looking quite irritated. One was a blonde girl wearing a light blue, low-cut blouse that showed off some cleavage, tight yoga pants, and some slip-on sneakers. The other was a redhead, who wore a green sweater, tight jeans that showed off her shapely rump, walking shoes, and a backpack. Once in the hallway, the redhead started ranting and raving, with her hands waving in the air, and her backpack jiggling. “I can’t believe that all three of those stalls are full! This is ridiculous! I don’t want to walk all the way back just to find another bathroom!” The blonde girl folded her arms and started to tap her foot. “Yeah! And whoever those people are, they need to hurry up!” Ariel sat back down. Well, so much for that. I guess I can hold it until those stalls are free. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long. As soon as she had that thought, however, she felt a little bit of pain in her gut, just before a little fart escaped. She suddenly blushed, fearing that the other girls heard it, while trying to remember what she might have eaten that could be causing the trouble. The redhead noticed Ariel and a faint smile lightened up her face a little. “Hey, are you in Watkins’ class too?” Ariel smiled back, still blushing. “Yeah. You said the stalls are all full?” The blonde girl nodded, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s right! I hope they don’t plug those toilets up, or else we’ll have to go all the way back to the lobby, to find another one!” Ariel remembered seeing the other set of restrooms on her way in, but had chosen not to stop there at the time. She had purchased the bottle of water that was in her hand from the café next to the bookstore, near the lounging area. She figured that she would be okay for a while, even though she had pretty much chugged that water along the way. For the next couple of minutes, the three of them waited, and another burst of gas escaped past her defenses. She tried to remember what the problem was, when at last it dawned on her, what it could have been. Her friend Lola had purchased her two cups of coffee earlier, with some delicious, vanilla creamer in it, and she had finished drinking it, just before she bought the water. I hope she didn’t forget to put non-dairy creamer in that coffee… She knows I can’t have lactose! A few more of their classmates arrived, one by one, until a small crowd formed in the hallway. A few more college girls went into the bathroom as well, but then came right back out. One of them held a hand over her nose and mouth, letting out a loud groan as she returned to the corridor. Ariel winced, as she thought about the horrors that must have been taking place in there. It sounds nasty, so I’ll probably have to wait for a while… I just hope I don’t end up in that same kind of trouble! By the time five more minutes had passed, their teacher arrived, with just two minutes left to spare. She was a middle-aged woman, with light brown hair that had a touch of gray in it, and she wore a business casual outfit, with a skirt, blouse, and high heels. Ms. Watkins gave them all a friendly greeting as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it. “Good evening! How are all of you doing?” Aside from Ariel and the irritated girls that had come out of the bathroom, most of the students responded in kind. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a soft, blue carpet, and a pair of semi-circular tables touching end to end, forming a small circle in the middle, between them. A projector up on the ceiling pointed toward a white projector screen on the far wall and there was also a small desk off to one side, with a computer for the teacher to use, sitting on top of it, next to a few stacks of paper. The students all pulled out a chair and took a seat wherever they felt like it. The girls that had gone in the bathroom earlier all grabbed seats near the door, so Ariel had to look for a seat further up. Thanks a lot, she wanted to say to them, in the most sarcastic tone possible. You guys just go ahead and go before me… I’ll wait for you… She took a seat all the way towards the front of the room and Ms. Watkins grabbed one of the stacks of paper next to the computer. “Alright, here is the syllabus. This will give you an outline of all of the writing techniques I intend to teach you, throughout the semester.” She handed the papers to Ariel, who grabbed a set of pages that were stapled together off of the top, and passed the rest of them down. Now that she was stuck inside of the classroom, she felt her urge to pee grow even stronger. Damn it, I hope this doesn’t get too bad! She thought. My bladder is filling up so quickly right now! Deep in her gut, she heard her stomach start making rumbling noises. On top of her growing need to pee, she had a bad feeling that another type of mess was on its way. Oh shit, this can’t be happening! Ms. Watkins took a moment to explain the syllabus a little before getting started. She explained the grading scale and a few other things, but then, it was time to get the show on the road. To start off with, she picked up another stack from the desk, which was quite a bit thicker than the first, and handed them out, starting with Ariel, just like before. Ariel took what she needed and passed the rest down. Right off the bat, she realized that this was a sample story that had been scanned out of a book. She squeezed her legs together when she spotted the title, Riding out the Flood. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it interesting, but with the pressure in her bladder increasing, it was torture. Why? She wanted to ask. Why did we have to read this story today, of all days? Grabbing a seat next to Ariel, Ms. Watkins left the reading of this sample story to the students, starting off with those willing enough to volunteer. Some took their sweet time and others read their pieces quickly. Eventually, Ariel and the two girls she had met out in the hall, were the only ones left, who had not participated. Ms. Watkins gave Ariel a friendly smile. “Alright, just to make sure I have your name right, its Ariel… isn’t it?” The girl nodded. “Yeah… that’s right.” “Why don’t you go next?” For a moment, Ariel just stared down at the page, suddenly feeling everyone’s eyes on her. At the point in the story where the other people had left off, the main character was alone in a canoe, after having just survived the flood of the century. The rushing river raged all around him, with the waves crashing, and the rain falling, completely soaking him from head to toe. Oh god, how am I supposed to read this? Ariel wondered, suddenly crossing her legs as she imagined the scene that was taking place. She took a deep breath and prepared to get started on the next paragraph, but suddenly felt a need to pass more gas. She tried to hold it in, because she feared the embarrassment that would come, if it escaped. She attempted to hide her desperation beneath the table, but her bladder was filling just as quickly as the river in the story had done, before flooding its banks and washing away the protagonist’s entire neighborhood. As the poor man fought to stay afloat and remain optimistic, Ariel tried to do the same. She bounced her legs up and down, squeezed her ass tight, and struggled against the deluge taking place deep in her belly. Her bladder felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, causing her to experience intense feelings of urgency, while her colon filled up with gas, creating extreme discomfort, which only exacerbated the situation. Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eye, the blonde girl was squirming and blushing a little. Her redheaded friend seemed uncomfortable as well, but appeared to be in a better state. Eventually, the blonde girl suddenly interrupted Ariel, mid-sentence. “Miss Watkins… I’m sorry to interrupt, but, may I go use the restroom?” The teacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Of course, Kylie, go ahead.” Kylie smiled. “Thank you!” Ariel put one hand against her crotch as she watched her flee back out into the hall. Maybe I should ask too, Ariel thought. Since she was able to go, then it should be okay if I go, right? Ms. Watkins looked back at her, but instead of continuing the story, she went ahead and asked, “May I go also?” The teacher gave her an amused smirk. “Sure, why not? You might as well take the whole class with you, at this point.” A few of the other students laughed and Ariel blushed a little, before getting up and heading out into the hall. Once outside of the classroom, she felt a strong urge to pee and crossed her legs. “Come on, what the hell!” she cried. “You can hold it, Ariel… Come on…” Another fart escaped and she felt her guts continue to rumble. A burning sensation soon filled her anus and she put one hand on her backside. “Come on… You can make it… Come on!” She pushed the door open with her shoulder and went inside, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Kylie was at the end of a long line, leading up to only one accessible stall, in the middle of the three that were there. The other two on either side had puddles of water on the floor inside of them and large, “Out of Order” signs, taped to the doors. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Ariel cried, wondering where all of these people came from and why they had to be there, right at that moment. Kylie turned back towards the bathroom door and she scowled at it. “Screw this! I’m going to find a different bathroom! Are you coming, Ariel?” Ariel said nothing, so the other girl just left without her. She hoped that she would make it, but she wasn’t going to try looking for another bathroom. Her rapidly filling bladder and anus were not likely to make it all the way back to the lobby, but then again, she wasn’t so sure she could make it through the line, either. At last, the only working toilet flushed and the person occupying the stall stepped out. The sound sent her poor bladder into a spasm. No, no… no! She doubled over and pressed hard against her crotch with one hand, while keeping the other on her backside, determined not to lose it all on the spot. A small spurt of pee escaped into her panties and she clenched all of her muscles, to avoid creating a flood on the floor. The other girls in the line glanced back at her, with some giving her empathetic looks and the others giggling at her predicament. Ariel’s face blushed bright red. She had not expected to be laughed at in such a manner. Her optimism was slipping, just like her control over her bodily functions. I know how that guy in the boat felt, right now, she thought. This is going to be a… disaster! One by one, each of the girls in the line finally got their turn. Ariel’s body was trembling and she had to wipe the sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve, on multiple occasions. When the last person in front of her went in and she was at the door, she was nearly at the end of her rope. With her bladder throbbing and her ass burning, she thought that at any second, the battle would be over. She put both hands in between her legs when she heard the last girl sigh with relief, but then she briefly lost control on the other end. She felt a little spurt escape out the back, making a mess in her panties. Soon, she heard the sound of the other woman’s pee gushing into the toilet and she lost another spurt of pee, while grabbing at her backside again. She tensed up all of the muscles in her body, closed her eyes, and pressed against herself for dear life. Listening to the powerful stream flowing into the water in the toilet bowl was pure torture. Come on, it’s almost… my… turn! Behind her, the bathroom door burst open and she glanced back, to see who it was. She spotted her friend Lola coming in. She was a particularly odd, young woman, who always had her black hair tied into a pony tail, often wore bright shirts with splashes of color and fancy designs all over them, and very tight jeans or skirts. This particular day was no different. “Ariel!” Lola cried, sounding overly excited, which seemed to be the normal way that she greeted people. “I have to show you something!” “C-can’t it w-wait?!” Ariel cried. Her unusual friend ran up to her and wrapped both hands around her arm, just as the toilet flushed. Come on Lola, it’s finally my turn! Let go of me! “B-but, I r-really have to go!” Ariel protested. Lola tugged on her arm, trying to pull her along. “You can wait. This will only take a second!” Ariel glanced longingly at the door of the stall for a moment, before allowing herself to be pulled along. She was just seconds away from completely soiling herself, but was far too embarrassed to admit to Lola how truly desperate she was. The last person that had been in the line before her, stepped out and gave her an amused look, as she was yanked out of the bathroom.
  9. 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!
  10. 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.
  11. **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....
  12. RoTracksuitWet

    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.
  13. 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
  14. Maki

    female 41202967 Big P1

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  15. shep1111

    Waiting in line

    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.
  16. **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
  17. wet501

    japwaitinline

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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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