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  1. Version 1.0.0

    176 downloads

    I'm not usually into watching piss drinking or the like, but this video was incredibly hot in my opinion. **Nudity Warning**
    Free
  2. 685 downloads

    Full eroge archive of the Omorashi scenes uploaded to the gallery. VNDB: https://vndb.org/v15731
    Free
  3. (Wanted to write a fic like this for a while now! A friend of mine talked about it with me. I'll definitely make this into a series with more characters and scenarios, but at the moment this was partially to see if I could still write good desperation because I haven't written something like this in a good long while Also I like to think you can enjoy this series without any prior fandom knowledge!) An elusive and exclusive prep school loomed over the city, surrounded by trees and casting its shadow down onto the remainder of the buildings. Once the school was open for all elite high-school students who were hand-picked by the staff themselves to continue cultivating their talents and graduate with honors and a headstart on life, but due to recent events, certain aspects of the school had to be changed. Now only a former class lives in the school, keeping it as their permeant place of residence until further notice. Things are not all bad and dreary for them. In one universe, they get taken advantage of and picked off one by one, and in another, they find a way out and contribute to society. In this universe, however, things are good, but decidedly more wet. - A blonde pigtailed woman sat at her array of computers, sighing in boredom to herself, resting her head on her hand. "Ugh, why won't they get off my case! How many times do I gotta send them videos?!" Junko groaned. "Even someone like myself can only wet themselves a certain amount of times a week before it just gets dull!" She stood up and instead focused her attention on the security camera feeds, showing all the rooms of the school as well as her various beloved classmates, going about their days. "I wish they could be good for something," Most of them were doing stuff that were boring her to tears; eating, reading, exercising, chatting, typical teenage stuff. Still...Junko recalled the various pieces of information one learned scouring the web as much as she did. Her classmates weren't as innocent as they appeared to be, and if there was one thing she knew from her favourite omorashi site on the whole Internet, it was that people loved seeing celebrities wet themselves! And she had an entire class full of celebrities! And what could cause a celebrity more despair than wetting themselves on television?! She drooled starting to think about it and sat back down at her computer, typing some things out and changing some aspects of her clothing. She still needed to look the part of Junko Enoshima, sultry yet innocent fashion model, the part her sister was currently playing while she kept things in order from behind-the-scenes. Junko laughed to herself as she continued thinking about it. Making her classmates participate in some of her omorashi fantasies....it was more despairful than she could possibly bear! - "Mornin' everyone!" Junko smiled politely, giving a peace-sign as she walked into the cafeteria with a tray full of drinks. Her classmates nodded at her presence even as she started to serve them. Luckily, her sister was nowhere in sight so she could easily put her plan into motion without any confusion from her class. A few of the more observant ones gave her more suspicious glances but still picked out their drink. She smirked to herself; she had spiked them all with powerful diuretics! Just to speed the process along, of course. Her next question was who to follow? She had her phone camera ready, she had fifteen possible choices...who would it be? The people on those omorashi forums all had different tastes and Junko knew she could only pick one classmate for the day....so many options though. From her daily and nightly camera sessions she knew she had different options; one was a bedwetter, two liked to pee outside, one had a small bladder, one had a desperation kink, one liked bladder-play, one had a 'peeing in uniforms' kink, the list went on. "Enoshima-chan? Want to hang out with me today? I was going to sing some karaoke!" Sayaka asked cheerfully, making Junko nod. She would do nicely. "Of course! Lemme just put down my tray," Junko did so and followed after Sayaka, staring at her. She committed her look to memory; her long blue hair kept neat by hair clips, her smell of cherry blossoms, her thin yet muscular figure, her cute and simple blue schoolgirl outfit with black thigh-highs, and her large breasts. She looked like a perfect pop idol; fitting for being the Ultimate Idol, and anyone who knew their celebrity tidbits knew she was a hot commodity both on and off the forums. Yes, perfect for her first target. The two girls headed up to the music room and Junko hung back as she watched Sayaka set up the karaoke machine, smiling breezily. "What shall we sing? One of my songs?" She teased. "We can sing whatever," Junko shrugged and took a microphone. "Alright! Then I'll pick something!" A cheery pop tune blasted through the speakers and Sayaka danced a bit in tune, making her skirt swish. "Do you know this one?" "Of course I do! What kind of a fashionista would I be if I didn't know popular songs?!" It was the truth, they always played stuff like this whenever she strutted down the runway. It wasn't bad, just overplayed to her. Sayaka smiled and started singing, nice and cool the way an idol was expected to. She swung her hips around. Junko joined in, keeping an eye on Sayaka. Her analytical side started to come out as she recalled Sayaka drinking two cups of tea at breakfast, two servings of diuretics! She surely wouldn't be long now. Of course, no omorashi fan worth her salt would possibly dare to partake in such an elaborate scheme without including herself! What would be more despair-inducing than your classmates wetting themselves in front of you? You wetting yourself in front of your classmates! Naturally, Junko filled herself up on five cups of tea before she made her classmates' drinks, knowing part of the fun of omorashi wasn't just watching people be desperate and wet themselves, it was also being desperate and wetting yourself! She heard Sayaka get tripped up a bit and looked over, finding her bent over slightly and still trying to sing, wincing a bit. "Hmmmm? Is something wrong?" Junko asked cutely. "You can tell me 'cuz we're both girls!" "It's nothing." Sayaka tried to smile before she winced again. "Let's finish this song," "If ya say so!" Even Junko could feel her own bladder starting to fill, nothing major but enough to notice. But would she actually wet herself? Or maybe she'd make it while Sayaka was stuck and had no choice but to pee herself! Oh the despair! Or maybe she'd wet herself and make Sayaka even more desperate! Decisions, decisions! Once the song finished, Sayaka moved to switch it to another, only to wince and let out a quiet gasp. Junko pretended to stare at her red nails but secretly watched Sayaka, who had bent over and tightly crossed her legs, a hand on her front. "Sure you're okay?" She asked cutely once again. "Well..." Sayaka stood up straight and looked around before stepping closer. "Don't tell anyone else, but," She played with her hair slightly. "I have a really small bladder. Everything I drink goes right through me! I was hoping I could've sung some more beforehand, but..." Junko smirked to herself. "Come on, it's not anything to be ashamed of! We're all the best of friends in here! Let's keep singing!" "Alright," Sayaka tried to focus on singing the next song, clearly one of her faves, but her dancing was less cutesy and more desperate as she bounced from foot to foot, her heels clacking on the floor. She anxiously tugged on the bottom of her skirt and squirmed around. "Ya know, nobody's around....you could very easily go in something," Junko suggested, starting to feel her own need. "I gotta go too," "There's a bathroom on this floor, isn't there?" Sayaka tried to remember before pouting. "No...I don't think so," "Why does that matter? It's like ya said, we're both girls here, and all of us are friends on top of that!" Junko subtly pulled out her camera phone. "Still...I'm an idol, I can't risk something like that," Sayaka seemed utterly uninterested in finishing their karaoke session, instead hugging herself tightly and trembling, her face pale. She tightly crossed her legs together and rested her back against the wall, squirming around. Junko found herself wondering why Sayaka didn't just hoof it to the bathroom. There was nothing stopping her, she very easily could...was it possible Sayaka was more kinky than Junko originally pegged her as? She wasn't the one with a desperation kink, but she clearly was into something, otherwise she wouldn't keep this up, right? Oh well. More desperation for her! As she filmed, she felt her own need grow and subtly pulled down her super-short skirt, trying to hide it from Sayaka as best as she could. Actually, why did she care if Sayaka could see her or not?! She wanted Sayaka to see her predicament! Thus, she rubbed her knees together and kept her phone hidden, faking a wince. "Oh no, you have to go too? Let's go to the third floor, I know for a fact they have bathrooms there!" Sayaka grabbed Junko's arm suddenly without warning and dragged her off, nearly making her lose her grip on her phone. The two girls ran together until they reached the third floor, Sayaka gasping in surprise when she saw the girls' was closed for cleaning. "But how? We're the only ones here!" She bounced up and down. "What a stroke of bad luck!" Junko gasped fakely, knowing her sister had set that up earlier to help her in her scheme. Though she supposed that would just ruin her own plan as well. "Maybe you could use the boys'!" "No way!" Sayaka tightly held herself then, both hands clutching her blue skirt tightly. "There has to be something else...since I have a small bladder..." She took off running again and Junko ran after her, still filming her. The two ran until they reached the kitchen, Sayaka slightly out-of-breath. She looked around. "Can you keep an eye out?" "Sure, whatever," Junko stood near the door but had no intention of keeping an eye out for anyone. She pulled her phone out now that Sayaka had her back turned and filmed more clearly. Sayaka continued to hold herself tightly as she very slowly eased herself onto the sink counter, rolling up her skirt and pulling down her pink panties adorned with a bow, adjusting her stance. A few seconds later, she started to pee loudly into the metal sink, covering her face as it splattered down the drain. Junko noticed she kept her legs open ever-so-slightly to tease the briefest view of a stream and zoomed in on it with her camera, rubbing her knees together as the loud sound made her own need more urgent. Sayaka sighed in relief and redressed herself after the sound died down, jumping off the sink with grace. "So...." Junko began, hiding her camera again. "Since I have a small bladder, I'm used to peeing in strange places. You can't be picky in circumstances like that, you know?" Sayaka answered with a thoughtful expression. Junko felt as though it was something more than that, because why else would she deliberately avoid an actual toilet and pee in the sink instead? Whatever, it mattered little! She had some good content for her forum! "Want to finish singing? Did you want to go before we do?" "Nah, I'm going back to my room. I'm done. Byebye!" She waved, dashing off. Sayaka waved back in slight confusion, wondering about the sudden urgency in Junko's character. She walked back up to the music room herself and started to put the karaoke machine away. - In her surveillance room, Junko grinned to herself as she uploaded the video to her forum, twirling her chair around as she read the replies, almost all positive, as she expected. Who didn't want to see a cute and innocent idol being desperate and then shamelessly peeing in a sink like that? Still, Sayaka was one person out of an entire class. If Junko wanted to keep this attention and praise up, she'd need to tap into all their omorashi kinks and do so as subtly as possible. Sayaka was easy-peasy but she knew the others wouldn't bite as easily. Still, that was a problem for another day. She loved all of her classmates so much, she didn't mind who she spent the next day with! Easygoing Makoto? Domineering Celestia? Shy Chihiro? Boisterous Aoi? The options were up to her fabulous forum friends....
  4. Well I wasn't going to download this, as it's not my cup of pee, but I thought some of you perverts might be interested, so here's the Gigapeta link in case this is your thing: http://gigapeta.com/dl/7672408af9d6e1
  5. I didn't even get past 48 hours and it was this amazing diaper flood which made me surrender! I wasn't actually entirely committed to not nut November anyway really, however I have heard that people intentionally watch porn during the event to make fighting the urge to masturbate more difficult and I personally believe this makes a lot of sense because it makes it more of a challenge. So which video, picture, ecchi or manga made you give up the fight? Please share the video link or image in the comments! (As long as they comply with the site rules of course!)
  6. From the album: My Pictures

    This is my first Omorashi Comic produce by my animation studio DuMont. In this comic Poor Luna is having an accident.

    © nickelodeon

  7. Here's a list of things I don't like when it comes to various aspects of pee play, and why. Feel free to make your own. Toilet/urinal/diaper peeing. Too proper; all of those things are supposed to have pee in them! In videos: people just standing in a shower with their hands at their sides and wetting themselves. BORING. Drinking the piss of anyone who's drunk anything recently besides water, or not enough water. *Gag* Female desperation. It's just too commonplace to be a turn on for me. Men pissing outside. Just like #4, it's something I've become immune to caring about. Being forced to hold it to the point it makes me sick. Being desperate isn't a big turn on for me, anyway, unless it's a guy. Pissing into bottles or containers. Yeah, I do it sometimes to transfer pee on to my head or chest easier, and to see how much I can hold, but I always get this icky feeling of a lazy gamer or hoarder. Men wetting tights or panties, unless it's a full-on cross dressing thing, or a transgendered person. Just not my thing, since I hate wearing tights myself. Wearing and wetting tight pants, men or women. To me, baggy pants are more fun, more material to wet. And, I'm an idiot, I think I made this thread months ago... Nevermind! Happy holidays, people.
  8. 287 downloads

    *nudity warning* I was having some fun last night after a chilled Sunday, I was also really desperate to pee as I'd been drinking tea all evening! I was kissing my boyfriend while straddling his lap and grinding on him wanting to have sone fun, but if course I'd need holding my pee and was really desperate I could barely hold it. So he said I can just go on him if I want to, so I just released a torrent of pee all over him while grinding 🤭💦 You really hear it loudly hissing as I totally let go all over his boxers! What a relief! 😍 Why stop for a bathroom break when your having fun? 😏 so much nicer just to relax and wet yourself all over your partner without a care in the world!
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  9. This is Nybble! She's an android you met while out on a Friday night. After a while of talking you found out she shares several of the same fetishes as you (how that conversation came up is up to you) and she says she has something cool to show you. After leading you to her rather cozy bedroom she hands you a remote. On it are four dials, three of which are paired with a slider and the third with a button. The two dial-slider pairs are labeled with a yellow drop, a green cloud, and a brown cloud respectively while the dial and button are labeled with a heart. Excitedly she explains what it does... You have been given control over Nybble's bladder, bowels, gas and libido. Each of the dials controls, on a percentage scale, one of these urges. The three sliders control how easy it is to hold the respective need while the button is... well an instant cum button. Hitting it will flood her digital nerves with pleasure making her cum immediately. So... what will you do first? You can vote to raise or lower each need, her level of control for either bladder or bowels or to hit the button. In addition you may ask Nybble to perform any action you like (writers discretion however). Ties will be decided by coin toss and or dice roll (d20s are fun). Current Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, White cotton panties Needs: Bladder: 0% Bowels: 0% Gas: 0% Libido: 50% Control: Bladder: 5/5 Bowels: 5/5 Gas: 5/5
  10. Rvlis

    Potted Plants

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Ritz squirmed in place, his bladder throbbing with desperation; The bathroom was occupied and he really needed to go! He knew if he didn't do something fast there was no doubt that he'd pee his pants. The cat's eyes darted around the room, looking for a solution to his urge. He spied a potted plant in the corner, and whined; Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that was probably the closest thing to a toilet he was gonna find. The desperate feline shuffled over, undid his shorts and slid down his pull-ups, and lifted his hoodie up. At the last second, he noticed this wasn't just a potted plant, it was a plastic, potted plant! However, this detail didn't mean much to his bladder as it's hold gave out, and he began immediately soaking it. Ritz sighed in relief as his torrent continued uninterrupted, however, he heard something behind him. He blushed profusely, as he noticed Amber behind him, smiling and shaking her head. "Silly kitten, that's not the potty, guess I shouldah taken you for a walk~?" She giggled, Ritz was unable to say or do anything but blush and finish peeing in the plastic, potted plant.
  11. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    "The search for renegade demons lurking is not exactly short, exploration, search and combat; but unfortunately for Asia-chan, the demons will not be the only enemie this time..."
  12. View File ⭐ *Nudity* Kinky Naked Peeing Girl Grinds On Boyfriends Lap In Bed - Soaking Him! *nudity warning* I was having some fun last night after a chilled Sunday, I was also really desperate to pee as I'd been drinking tea all evening! I was kissing my boyfriend while straddling his lap and grinding on him wanting to have some fun, but of course I'd been holding my pee and was super desperate I could barely hold it. So he said I can just go on him if I wanted to, so I just released a torrent of pee all over him while grinding 🤭💦 You can really hear it loudly hissing as I totally let go all over his boxers! What a relief! 😍 Why stop for a bathroom break when your having fun? 😏 so much nicer just to relax and wet yourself all over your partner without a care in the world! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 08/02/2021 Category AliceWetting
  13. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    What can I say, June had been recently in a a similar situation, and she had already paid for the leg bar, so might as well enjoy it right? So she just let herself be bound in a public bathroom ,with a couple of rotors inside after a couple bottles of water and a can of coke till she exploded .
  14. My relationship with Kayleigh had been purely professional up until then, although we got on well and there was a fair bit of flirting and innuendo. I assumed she was single since I'd hadn't heard her mention anyone else in her life. Tonight we'd been on the late shift and decided to go to a pub for a drink after work before I gave her a lift home, her usual ride-share being off sick that day. She was staying at her parents place for a month - house-sitting for them while they visited her brother's family in Australia, and it was a bit further out of town than I expected. We'd turned off a main road a while ago, and now we were heading out into the country on a narrower road with high hedges either side and I really didn't know exactly where we were. Every so often we'd pass an entrance or a side road to some village I'd never heard of so I was just following her directions: "We'll soon be there - about 5 minutes I think." "OK," I said. "Right out in the sticks here aren't you?" "It looks that way now when it's dark, but it's not that far to civilisation really!" she joked. "Tell you what though - I'm dying for a wee.... but I'll try and hold on til we get there and not do it in your car." This was typical banter for us and we both laughed. "Sorry, you're probably disgusted now!" "Uhh, not really," I replied, smiling. "You're getting me a bit excited though." "Perv!" she teased, playfully hitting my arm. "Slow down now, the driveway's coming up on the left." I slowed the car as twin gateposts came into view, and turned into an gravel driveway which curved around to end in front of the house. Two floors, with a large lawn, garage at the side. Must have cost a fortune. No wonder they didn't want to leave the place empty for a month. The house was dark apart from some lights at the upstairs windows and some lights around the garden area. I stopped by the front door, with the engine idling, assuming Kayleigh would get out and I'd get off home. Instead she invited me in - so I turned off the engine, got out of the car, and followed her to the door, where she was peering into her handbag. "I can't find my doorkeys. It's too dark to see here." "Wait, I have a torch in the car," I said, and went to get it from the glove box. As I reached in to get it, I could see her fidgeting around on the step waiting for me. I took it over and shone it into her bag while she rummaged about some more. "Shit," she said, "I remember I put my keys down on the table on my way out this morning. I think I'm locked out." Before I could suggest anything, she had an idea. "My bedroom window's open - it's small but I can climb in, or I used to be able to. Let's go round the back." She led me around the side of the house to a broad patio at the rear, and we looked up at a lighted window that was open a few inches. It was small and I didn't fancy my chances of getting through, but she was probably petite enough for it. "Go in the shed and get the ladder. It won't be locked." I opened a wooden garden shed and made out a metal ladder lying on the floor. I carried it outside to the patio and extended it against the house wall and checked it was stable, while Kayleigh stood by impatiently. shuffling her feet. She carefully climbed up to the window while I held the base of the ladder and shone the light upwards to where she was now fiddling with the window mechanism. I don't know whether it was helping her see any better, but it did let me see up her skirt, which was blowing around slightly in the breeze. She grinned down at me. "Enjoying the view, are you?" "Yes, thanks. Can't you open it enough?" "Security lock. Oh.... that's it now," and pulled the window wide open. I was wondering whether any of the neighbours would think we were burglars and call the police. I looked around to see if there lights on in the next house over. Suddenly I felt something splash onto my head. My first instinct was that it bird droppings, but I looked up again and warm water was splashing onto my face, and briefly, until I closed it, into my mouth. This didn't smell like it was from a bird. Wiping it away with my hand, I shone the torch upwards again. Kayleigh was still standing on the ladder with her hands on the window sill. I could still see right up her skirt, her white knickers clearly the source of this unexpected shower and glistening in the light. Some of it splashed off the rungs of the ladder but I let most of it stream over my face and onto my clothes. She must have been very full because it lasted for a surprisingly long time. After the last drops from above, Kayleigh looked down at me again. "I'm so sorry, but I really needed to do that," she called. "I hope you didn't get splashed!" She couldn't see my reaction with the light in her eyes. I said, "Don't worry about it. Just get in and open the door." Once she was in through the window, I took the ladder back to where I'd found it. Lights came on on the ground floor and Kayleigh opened the back door. When she saw how I had been drenched, she was open-mouthed and speechless. "My fault," I said mildly. "Didn't want to miss the show." She noticed the bulge in my crotch, and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it because I certainly did. Now let's go upstairs."
  15. From the album: Lameboast's Pee Stuff

  16. She's enjoying the watersports. Thanks to TinyDevilhorns for the art

    © Furaffinity.net

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    We decided to test out my new camera tripod for the first time last night whilst we both wet the bed together, then I climbed in top of him and wet my yoga pants over his lap some more 💜 Camera angle could have been maybe slightly higher, but was still a lot of fun! couples who pee together, stay together! 💕
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  18. View File ⭐ Mutual Bedwetting Together And Then Wetting On My Bf's Lap 💕 We decided to test out my new camera tripod for the first time last night whilst we both wet the bed together, then I climbed in top of him and wet my yoga pants over his lap some more 💜 Camera angle could have been maybe slightly higher, but was still a lot of fun! couples who pee together, stay together! 💕 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 06/21/2021 Category AliceWetting   Heres some screenshots of the video 💕
  19. So I was thinking about the part in It's Always Sunny where Frank is waterboarding Dee in the urinal - because it's hilarious - and wanted to see if that had ever been done before. I didn't find any other references to "urinal waterboarding" (lmao) but I did stumble onto this Wikipedia article I thought was interesting, which led me to this short documentary. Have you heard of anything like this? Would anyone here climb into a urinal trough? 😂 Troughman-sG69eWfvMJA.mp4
  20. From the album: Coquette's Art

    Sometimes the queen wants to give the people something else to watch amongst all that Despair...
  21. I am moving this from the account I have on deviantart.com because I found out in their privacy policy that "no depictions of urine" are allowed there (understandable). So, here we are. If you want to get the preceeding fictions by chieftaindan and splashfics, you can, but I am no longer providing links to those literary works directly. ===ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST=== Chapter 01: A Vacation Hello! I’m finally starting on this after writing down a plan. Anyway, shoutout to chieftaindan on Amy’s Pee Spree, and splashfics who fanfictioned a sequel: Amy’s “Second Wind.” Those two stories are precursors to this short starting chapter. It is short partially because I planned out a rather long story and don’t want to burn out trying to get it all down, but also because while writing it I needed to pee... Amy couldn’t understand it. She was sitting in her bathroom on Friday evening, reading a business email while she had her weekly pee, and had been pissing for about half an hour whilst trying to comprehend it. She usually would’ve moved on to cat videos by now, which made her laugh and thus finish pissing sooner. Though it sometimes made a water mess, she still liked to do it anyway because of how amazing it felt to pee even harder than her usual when she laughed. But right now she was mostly just confused, almost as much as an average woman would be if they were having her bladder to pee with right now. The email, no matter how much she tried to interpret it otherwise, was an alert that she was being given a complementary three day employee appreciation vacation to Otherland, all expenses paid. It wasn’t a scam, it was her job’s company email. She even clicked the link, which took her to her company’s employee-only page, verifying what she had read. How was this possible after only two weeks of workmanship? Amy was good, but was she that good? Surely this was a mistake. Nobody gets that much plush from their employer, do they? Plush. That reminded her of how she had left her last job. So much peeing in so many places... *Sigh* She was already wondering about doing a pee spree again. Not quite like last time where it was an act of revenge, though. She had readily felt very guilty about that. She almost wanted to go back and check to make sure everything was alright with the hotel, but that would probably give her away. She wrote her former employer’s wife a card, though. But she still wanted to pee in extraordinary places. She had filled all the watertight containers in her own apartment a few times, which was fun, but it wasn’t NEARLY enough capacity to empty a week’s worth of pee. If she drank extra, it might not even hold a day’s worth coming from her kidneys. She wanted to DO something with all that pee, not just shoot it down the white porcelain black-hole every Friday night like she didn’t appreciate her bladder’s amazingly well done work to keep her dry. But here she was, giving it no special treatments or challenges whatsoever, just emptying a tiny ONE week’s worth of pee into the drain. She was finishing up already. Drat, was she training her bladder to hold less? Desperately, she searched on her phone for videos of water and pee. Thankfully, a tickle soon appeared, and with some focused promotion, a full fledged blast came jetting out for another seventeen minutes. “There. I knew you wouldn’t let me finish so soon,” she cooed affectionately to her bladder as she continued to pee like a series of elephants, assuming they actually pee that much. Now, to think about that vacation… Meanwhile, some miles away in the town, a man was making a phone call after returning home from the lab. “Yes, they sent the email. She’ll be coming your way soon.” “…” “Heh, if they ever do find out, it’ll be in the next millennium.” “..!” “Alright, alright, I’ll cover some tracks, but…” “- …: ..!” “Don’t worry, they won’t find anything.” “… ..” “I’ll see that she gets to the airport.” “..” “Good luck.” *Clunk!* Chapter 02: Golden Cab With a smile on her face, Amy stepped outside the airport. It had been a pretty mild flight, except for when she had been selected for secondary screening, and now here she was in Lapis, Otherland. Incidentally, so was about a kilolitre and a half of pee that she had saved up before and during the flight, just in case of a special occasion (hence her accidental smirking when clearance had mentioned the 8 oz liquid limit, hence the secondary). Heading out to the row of taxis, one cab driver in particular got out and came to her directly. He looked kind, but a little anxious. “ACMEcab inc, may I take your bags, ma’am?” Amy was confused, but gladly accepted help. She had rather overpacked. “Uhh, sure. I’m going to the Blanxton Motel..?” “Blanxton Motel,” he repeated, “I know the way. Kind of an obscure little place at the edge of town. Nice view, though.” He hurriedly packed her bags in the trunk, then made one last look around before helping her into the cab. Something Told Amy to be wary about the situation, so as she got in, she checked that the child protection lock on the door was off. It was, and the door opened from the inside quite easily. The driver didn’t notice this check as he got in, and they were soon zipping along through low use roads. “This wouldn’t be the route I would’ve thought of taking,” Amy commented, turning to look outside and around them. Although they were in semi-homogenous suburbs, some of the building styles were very beautiful, and she even saw a family or two outside. There were a couple nicer cars driving around here too, which was unexpected for such an area. “Yeah, I know, right? Less traffic this way. Besides, I wouldn’t wanna spoil the sights for you while you’re on jet lag.” Amy couldn’t argue, the two second delay in most of her actions was preventative of sight seeing. “So, this your first time flying?” “Yeah,” she answered, “How’d you know?” “You look kinda full back there.” For a moment Amy thought that he was somehow referring to her bladder (which was feeling rather full with all the ups and downs of the road, and with her feeling so weary from the flight), then realized he was talking about her luggage. “Oh, yeah,” she said, embarrassed. “Don’t worry,” he encouraged her, “It’s an easy error to make. You should’ve seen… my early packing.” Amy didn’t understand why he had suddenly paused and gotten more quiet. She realized for the first time that he did not have an Otherlandian accent, and what’s more that she thought he was cute. But soon she was distracted by something else. An expensive car she was sure she had seen at least twice earlier had just appeared for the third time, and appeared to be loosely following them. She noted that the frontal windows were tinted. “You have a good time, alright?” the driver added in his usual tone. Amy changed the subject. “Can you take a right here?” she said. The car had repeatedly weaved in and out of the houses on their left, so maybe it was looking for something over there. “Umm, sure,” the driver said, and turned. Amy watched carefully, and sure enough, like a dreaming urge to pee, the same car slowly reappeared, following them on the left. She turned around, and took a deep, shaky breath as she subconsciously crossed her legs. They definitely were being followed. On top of that, all that stress was making her bladder contract, and she now needed to pee rather badly. Amy began searching for options to escape the ominous unknowns behind them, but what could she do? Was she absolutely sure this cab driver could be trusted? “Hey,” he asked unexpectedly, “did I leave my company manual under the front passenger’s seat?” Amy bent over to check, but as she did, she heard the sound of shattered glass above her twice. The cab driver swerved to the right unexpectedly, and picked up speed. “Get back up!” the driver said briefly. “What happe…” Amy started, before looking at the rear window and seeing two large shatter marks emitting from single points on the glass. Turning to look behind them, she saw the tailing car follow them down an alley, and a figure leaning out of it aiming a pistol at her?!?! That was too much. Without thinking, Amy started screaming, though somewhere in her mind she noticed that it seemed to be half from her mouth and half in her lower body. “Brace yourself,” the cab driver said, and made a series of illegal turns that took them onto a wider street. Amy leaned forward and grabbed the two seats in front of her, still yelling at the top of her lungs. “Please stop screaming,” the driver added with a sharp quick tone. A third shot struck them on metal. He picked up speed, then said, “Put your head between your knees: Brace for impact.” Amy began to do so, but immediately discovered something that would have been alarming if she had discovered it earlier. She was wetting herself, hard. She whimpered in dismay, but a sudden jerk of deceleration convinced her to obey anyway. She continued to pee, all over her lower head, unable to regain control. Thankfully, most of the stream was actually getting caught by her panties and skirt, flowing onto the floor from there. *Wham!* They rear-ended the other vehicle. The cab driver began to accelerate again, and took a turn off the main road. “Sorry about your luggage,” the driver said. Amy got up, ready to stop being peed on, but she noticed rather quickly that she had a lot to be thankful for. The passenger bay floor was already well over an inch deep in pee, a small waterfall pouring from her. “What’s that noise?” the driver asked, confused. “It’s my pee!” Amy answered helplessly. “Your what?” “My pee. I pee in ridiculously huge amounts!” she yelled as they overturned some garbage cans, the other car not too far behind. “Drat,” he said, “we’re too light to damage their car much. We need to get out of here. How?” *Bang!* another shot hit the glass. Amy turned around and screamed nonsensically, “Why are you shooting me?! What have I done?!” “They’re not shooting at you, they’re shooting at me,” the driver interjected, “Cappuccino wants you alive, and this proves it. These are local mercs, which means they’re dumb, but not dumb enough to shoot at me while your in the left hand seat.” The shooting outside continued. “They needed you to come here so they could kidnap you, which is why they sent you that vacation.” Amy stood still a moment in shock, trying to lean over and avoid bullets. “So this whole vacation is a lie? But what about my company’s email?” “Cappuccino has men that could’ve hacked into the system and made it look like a glitch. That they can do from anywhere in the world, so he picks the best.” The driver stopped explaining as a wave of pee overflowed onto his feet. He looked over his shoulder a moment, then asked off topic, “How’d you hold that much?!” “I pee A LOT,” was the despairing answer. “Bit it’s not possible…” he started to say, and trailed off. “I overflowed a swimming pool this month,” Amy explained. The driver looked back at her in utter disbelief, but as he saw the growing tide on the floor now submerging his shoes, he began to accept the notion that she was holding far more pee than she possibly could but somehow still was, and started making a plan. “Keep peeing,” he said, “I’ve got an idea.” With that, he made a move towards a different part of the area with more hills. “Wha-what do you mean?” Amy asked, helplessly obeying him. “How much do you think you can fill this car?” Well, that was unexpected. “Uhh, to the top I guess,” she answered, starting to regain control over her bladder. She was beginning to notice that none of the bullets had penetrated the glass, and suspected it must be bullet proof. “Alright,” he confirmed, “We don’t have time for that, but if you can get us to about half full with… pee (?!?!)… by the time we reach those hills, I think we can rear end these people hard enough to do some damage.” Amy looked down at her bladder, just beginning to shut off from regaining of control. “Alright,” she said. She pulled down her panties, and pissed for dear life. Harder and harder she peed, soon reaching her record speed of about 60 lpm. For once in her life, Amy actually needed to pee much harder than her usual. She pushed with all her might. Her face was blushed, her back was pressing hard against the seat, and she was groaning and squirming with the effort as the pee shot out like an industrial water cannon. Then she realized that the driver’s seat was deforming to the force of her jet. It was not hard backed, and that meant the cab driver was feeling every minute of this. With a loud, “aaAahaAAAH!” Amy’s sudden naughty thought motivated her bladder to new heights, letting her pee about 1.25x harder than before, and a little later that much again, until she was peeing at about 160% her usual strength (and she felt like there was still more she could do still). But before that, the pee had already risen up and caught the stream, her crotch soon underwater. This slowed the erotic sense down. Thankfully, however, she remained at about 160%, and after they had gained some distance up a one way street on a hill, the driver shouted, “Now!” Amy braced for impact (taking a deep breath first out of necessity as while the driver was only up to his waist, she was up to her shoulders in pee). With a gigantic slosh that submerged the dashboard momentarily, they stopped, then went into reverse, aiming for the other car. The trailers tried to avoid the shot, but not well enough considering the damage it would do to their vehicle. *WHAM!!* Amy felt pee flow past her closed eyes as their momentum offset her sense of balance, which frankly made her urethra a little nervous, and she started losing a little control again. Then she felt the car swerve around, and rose up out of her pee just in time to see the driver, now on the low end of the car, fumble for the door handle. He had been planning to drain it out this way, but obviously had misestimated just how much she had peed (having only a “front seat view,” she thought humorously). He did finally get the door open, and about 160-180 gallons of pee washed out onto the pavement. Amy gave an amazed/relieved sigh as she slowly regained control from the dizziness, and noted that the bad guys car was totaled. She didn’t have much time to look though as they were already driving away, towards something other than the Blanxton Motel. The driver was baffled. Amy finally asked, “So, who are you, anyway?” “CIA agent,” he answered, “My name’s Lawrence.” He turned around and smiled, though Amy could plainly see his veiled shock at her amazing bladder. Then, unexpectedly, he made a slight confused look downward, and rapidly turned away from her with a somber expression on his face. Before Amy could ask why, he explained in the rearview mirror, “You… forgot to pull up your panties.” Thank goodness she was wearing a skirt. Chapter 03: Kidnapping By the time the two had arrived at the beach house Lawrence had selected as a temporary stopping place for the night, it was nearing sunset. They were several miles from the airport or Blanxton, and had switched cars to help cover their tracks (and because the smell in the previous cab had been overwhelming, although strangely it did not smell quite like average pee as Lawrence pointed out, using public restrooms as an example. Amy had always assumed the pee in there was stagnant or something). Arriving at the garage, Lawrence pointed a general-purpose looking device at the garage door, and pressed a couple buttons. It began to emit a series of beeps, upon one of which the door opened. He pressed a red stop button, and the device halted the sequence. “Did you just break into a garage?” Amy asked. “Yes and no,” Lawrence answered, “This house is rented by the agency under a civilian alias. When an agent needs to use it, we have the tools to get in. The agency gets notified after the fact, so I don’t have to ask for keys to stay the night.” “Oh, good,” Amy said, shifting her weight, and not quite paying solid attention. All the adrenaline from earlier was still having its effects: It had either made her bladder tighten up and become temporarily more sensitive, made her process water a lot faster than usual, or probably both. Regardless, she was feeling an unusually finicky urge to pee, though it was thankfully nowhere near a state of emergency yet. After Lawrence had gotten all the doors rekeyed and bypassed the security system, Amy discovered to her dismay that there was only one bathroom. Lawrence saw her frustration and offered to let her shower first, but that was not the problem. It was her massive but currently out-of-sorts bladder. On any other day, the lone bathroom would have been no problem. But after that morning, she wasn’t sure if she could make it all the way through his shower. Her frightened bladder seemed a bit unpredictable right now, and even if he was a nice guy, she was not going to pee next to him while he was both completely naked and an almost-complete stranger. But there was no way she was going to make him wait and chafe while she went pee for who knows how long. With courageous determination, she insisted he go first, and that she was fine. Thankfully, he accepted without seeming to perceive her reasons. But she needed to pee. Amy was actually crossing her legs, and when Lawrence turned on the shower, she declared a state of emergency. Something about the shower head was making a loud splattering noise, and she could hear Lawrence saying something that sounded like it might be damaged. She didn’t wait to clarify though, she couldn’t wait. Her bladder was too nervous and full to hold on much longer. Squirming wildly, she waddled into the kitchen, hoping for a sink. Of course, there was one. She lifted her leg to climb up on the counter… “AAAAAH!” *Danger!* Forget that idea. She would have the floor soaked long before she even got up there. Desperate, she went back out to the living room to see if there was any way of peeing that she’d missed. The hot tub out on the balcony. The glass door was open in seconds, and with a great effort, she got the cover off the tub without leaking. Thankfully, there was a sort of step ladder for getting into the tub, so once she actually did have to spread her legs much, she was already over the - WHEEEE!!! *Splat! Rrrumble!* as her pee hit the plastic bottom of the empty hot tub. It felt sooo wonderful to be peeing, she almost fell, and loosely slumped down into the hot tub seat, slowly being covered in warm piss. This was much nicer than the taxi had been. The pee deflected off of her seat and hit the other side of the tub with a noticeable splashing. It filled up past her shoes (which she slowly kicked off), then up her calves (which tickled a little), then caught her stream on the in-between place (yikes! The warmth made her want to pee more), and slowly warmth-ed its way up her belly. It had been chilly drying off in the cars with the windows open, and this “hot bath” was just what she needed. But… Her stream was slowing down. She could feel it. As the pee edged to the top of the pool, it got slower and slower, until it finally stopped about an inch before the edge, just over her shoulders. “Huh, you’re kidding me,” she said wearily (for the exact opposite reason that most people would say it if their pee had just overfilled a hot tub), but she didn’t really care just then. The strange un-pee-like smell around her actually was comforting now that it was not so strong, and whatever was in her felt good to her skin. Maybe she could stay there for awhile. Wearily, she reached over and turned the heating system on. Good, the pee was a bit warmer than the default setting, so she wouldn’t overheat during the night. She slowly closed her eyes, her head falling back on the cushioned edge of the tub, and wondered if Lawrence would be done soon… “Alright, I’m out!” Lawrence said as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel over his face. “Listen, uhh, after you wash, do you want supper? Or are you just gonna go to…” He stopped when he saw Amy asleep in the hot tub, the lights glowing softly around her. She looked so serene and peaceful. Yes, she could stay there for the night. She wouldn’t fall. He would just sleep on the couch with his gun in case she needed anything. Funny though, they usually didn’t leave the hot tubs filled when no-one was staying here, but he was sure the beach house was unused. He would have to check that… In Amy’s Dreamworld… Amy was lying in a coffin after living she wasn’t sure how long, but it had been a good earthly life. Lawrence, her old buddy from that one vacation she had with the beach house in Otherland, was doing a speech, and it was really nice. All her coworkers were there, and even her boss who hadn’t changed a bit in like, 60 years (alright, maybe his hair was grey). The coffin was unusually hard, so she supposed the pillows must be cheaper than they looked, but it was nice and warm, strangely. Thing was she needed to pee. Now how’s a dead person supposed to get up and go to the bathroom? She would have to wait until the service was over, then she could go Home, but for now she had to wait. But, she needed to pee sooo badly, and it hardly mattered anyway. Maybe she could just let a little pee slip. Before she knew it, she was already wetting, heavily. Thankfully, the warm clothes seemed to be quite thick as well, slowing the pee down, but she realized to her dismay that, her body being dead, she had no control to stop. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to worry about drowning either. That was a relief. But what about the coffin overfilling? It would flow all over the front. Bother! She was going to indirectly pee all over Lawrence’s shoes! His nice, neat, CIA shoes and socks that he had just managed to get the stain out from last time. Already the pee was peeking up over the edges of the padding, (though somehow not submerging her head… oh, yes, the coffin must be tilted), and it began to spill out in Ernest soon after. She could hear it flowing down the stage, and then… how awful! Lawrence stopped, obviously shocked and sad about his shoes. The entire crowd gasped with shock (and some amazement), and there was a silence as pee continued to make trickling noises as it flowed thickly into the aisles. But suddenly there was a feeling of relief (emotionally, that is). It was like Lawrence had been disbelieved or verbally trapped before, and now everyone knew and understood at once just how much Amy really could pee, and Lawrence was vindicated. For those who already knew the story, the event was a nostalgic reminder. Conversation resumed in the chapel, but Amy somehow knew Lawrence was just quietly smiling, looking at his wetted shoes… Amy woke up slowly, and the dream faded away. She discovered to her confusion that she was still in the warm hot tub, and thinking it should be cooled off by now. Then she remembered that the tub was turned on. That seemed to explain the warmth, until she noticed that the reading on the thermometer was more than two degrees higher than the setting on the thermostat, and that pee was overflowing from the tub as she continued to wet herself (if that was possible). Not how? She had finished peeing last night, hadn’t she? Maybe the extra state of relaxation and the warm liquid all around her had made her more free to wet her proverbial bed. But how much had she peed after she had “finished?” Looking about for further explanation, she saw something that took her breath away. Trailing out from the balcony towards the sea was a wide stained area of wet sand, leading to ocean that had TURNED YELLOW!!?!?! Jumping up in shock and feeling the sudden pull of post-buoyancy combined with sleep and the coldness of evaporating pee from her skin, Amy was ten-to-one sure she was awake. She blinked her eyes, standing on the edge of the hot tub, and still peeing quite forcefully in her sopping wet clothes. The ocean remained as golden yellow as it could be. She followed the wet sand trail back up the beach with her eyes until they met with her still peeing lower self, and given the circumstances, did what was probably (even for her) the most natural thing in the world. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Lawrence immediately came tumbling out onto the porch, blanket tangled around his leg, almost breaking the door to get outside. He searched about a moment with his pistol, but identifying no threat, he turned to her. “What?! What’s wrong?” “Th-there, look!” she stammered as she frantically forced her stream to stop, and pointed at the ocean. Lawrence looked, and there was a moment of silence. “Oh, commodium…” he said, and Amy resumed screaming. Lawrence turned to her and said, “Look, it has to be local. You didn’t actually fill… Oh help!” just as he saw that the second thing she was screaming at was not the same as the first: A gruff looking gunsman had just rounded the corner of the beach house. Lawrence ducked down just in time, and quickly pulled Amy through the open doorway. A bullet from the perpetrator struck him in the arm as he did so. They both tripped on the blanket, and fell to the floor just inside the doorway. When Amy saw that Lawrence was wounded, and heard the shooter coming, she knew she had to do something, and she did the first thing she thought of. She pulled her panties to the side, clenched hard, and just as the man came round the corner, she let him know just how pissed off she was that they would shoot Lawrence at unawares. Literally, that’s how. Despite peeing all night to fill a hot tub and flood a beachhead with pee, Amy thankfully found her bladder not quite empty, and blasted a short tsunami of piss right into the attacker’s face as hard as she could. He stumbled back, and moved out of her jet stream. She halted it, having given Lawrence just enough time to aim his weapon… Amy covered her eyes and ears just before the bang came, and turned over before getting up and uncovering them again. Lawrence was also getting up, lightly bleeding in his left arm. “They must’ve seen the pee trail outside,” Lawrence said. “I should’ve guessed they’d be spying out the area after last night. We’ve got to get out of here.” They were moving through the kitchen to the front door as he spoke, but just as they were turning the corner, a sudden *pelt* noise from behind him made him stop. But it was not by his decision. Amy watched in horror as Lawrence’s body went limp. He turned to her as he fell, and seeing her despairing face, he said weakly, “Don’ worry, izz tranquilizer.” *flump* Oh, thank Goodness. *pelt!* “Ooh! Should’ve seen that comi-plff.” She said as she fell to the floor, unconscious. Chapter 04: The Prison When Amy awoke, she was quite dizzied. The tranquilizer was very slow in wearing off, and while conscious, she was at first very sluggish. On top of that, she was very thirsty. She sat up (or at least she was pretty sure it was up), and discovered that she was wearing a pair of 3D printed metal panties padlocked in place. She was sitting on a concrete floor in what looked like a bunker of some sort. Looking about, she discovered Lawrence, slumped against a wall with his eyes closed. “Lawrence?” she called to him. He did not respond. She got up, clinking rubble around as she did so, and moved over to him (at first she tried to stand, but almost immediately she fell back on her hands and knees from the lingering effects of the drug). “Lawrence? Lawrence?!” She felt his neck. He was alive, but still unconscious. All she got was some faint grunting. Why hadn’t he woken up yet, but she had? Wouldn’t he be more used to… Oh, right. The metabolism. Amy had almost always outrun drug effect time expectancies by a mile because of her super-kidneys, so this was no exception. The question was, when would he wake up? At that moment, the door to the cell opened. It appeared to be a reused ship’s door, particularly because of the crude looking concrete molding around it. The man stepping inside the cell was… the shooter from the beach house?!?! He had a stained bandage on his forehead that made him look like a Japanese WWII pilot. Amy scooted back in horror. “H-how did you not die from that shot?” she panted. He looked at her somewhat stoically. He seemed a bit blank. “I have a metal skullcap in the front of my head.” He chuckled lightly, and said. “It comes in handy,” before returning to a serious expression and saying, “You, come with me. The man of this house wishes to speak to you on diplomatic terms.” Amy slowly got up, and when she unsteadily arrived, he surprisingly held out his arm to support her. They walked past some guards, down a long flight of stairs, then out a small door into a decorative hallway, then into a side room with a desk. At the desk sat the most handsome thug one can imagine. When he saw Amy, he got up, and said, “Ah, thank you Rodrigo. Please, sit down miss.” He had a smooth Otherlandian accent. She warily took a seat. Rodrigo stood to the side and behind her as she eyed a large pitcher of clouded liquid with an empty glass next to it. “Are you thirsty?” he said with a creepy sort of politeness. “Yes…” she said slowly, “but why should I accept a drink from you?” He laughed. “A prudent first thought,” he said as he got up and began to pace, “but you must realize, miss, that I do not wish to kill you: I could’ve done so already. I very much want you to stay in the best of health, because of… my proposition.” Amy remembered what Lawrence had said. They wanted her alive. She would be safe for now at least. She poured herself a small glass of the liquid, which turned out to be some kind of enhanced water. After two sips, her body was already shooting up green flags and begging her not to be so cautious. She finished the drink quickly, and began to pour a second. “So, what is your ‘proposition?’” She asked slowly, starting the second glass. “Quite simple.” He started pacing again. “You, miss, have something that I could very well use, and which you would have a hard time using.” “And that is?” she asked, more than halfway done with glass #2. He chuckled as he said, “I will give you three guesses.” Amy paused on pouring the third glass. It was her pee. Was drinking really such a good idea right now? Yes, it still was. Her bladder was feeling much more stable now, and she was not concerned about wetting. She continued pouring, and asked, “And why would you want my pee?” He shrugged and replied, “That is a secret that I will keep to myself at this moment, but let me assure you, miss, that your safety would be absolutely guaranteed, though perhaps not in the location you would choose. I would do everything reasonable within my power to make you comfortable.” She set down the glass and huffed (mostly from having finished the drink, though, and not sarcasm). “And my other option would be?” “Then I let you go.” “Oh, really?” she said more than asked, examining the pattern on the cup. She poured another glass. “Yes. Unharmed. But you must understand that, wether you agree or refuse, I would be in a delicate position regarding your friend. He is an agent of the law. Did he tell you this?” From inside the cup, she answered, “Mm-hmm.” “Did he tell you why he thinks your pee would valuable to me?” “He doesn’t have a theory,” she said, drinking more slowly now, “or at least not that he’s told me. He certainly doesn’t know why, that’s for sure.” The man smiled knowingly and nodded. “Let me introduce myself. I am Cappuccino. I know that your friend was tailing my man at the laboratory before he found you. He told you this?” Amy’s face told Cappuccino he had. “Then I must ask you miss,” he said more slowly, “considering the fact that the reason why your pee was in fact discovered by the man he was tailing, and that it would be of interest to the government’s case, how it was that he did not discover it?” Amy paused. She trusted Lawrence, at least a little, and definitely more than this guy. But did she have a reason to trust him? Aha, Cappuccino himself just said that Lawrence was an agent of the law. “Maybe it was in Otherlandian,” she said carelessly. Cappuccino laughed. “He speaks six languages fluently,” he said, “He might speak more, but six is all I have encountered him with. He is an old acquaintance of mine.” “So you have agencies in six corners of the globe, while he works for my homeland security, and I should trust you?” “Simply because your government is just as interested in the usefulness of your pee as I am, but they have not been very trustworthy, and Lawrence is working for them. Look at your… Socialist Security I believe you call it. They told you when that first came out that it would never become your identity. And now, see where it stands.” He paused a moment. “Lawrence has sworn allegiance to them, has he not? Even if he wished not to, would he be able to refuse orders?” Amy took a long drink to avoid saying anything. What had happened with Social Security certainly wasn’t right, but how could she argue that Lawrence wasn’t like that? She had to decide to trust Lawrence. She did. “…to uphold and defend The Constitution Of the United States…” That was the key. Lawrence hadn’t sworn allegiance to the government at all, but rather to the Principle of Truth that it had been founded on, and Cappuccino knew it. He was lying through his teeth. Amy stubbornly folded her arms, and said, “I’m sorry Mr. Cappuccino but I’m not interested.” He burst out laughing. “Well, miss, I cannot say I am not disappointed, but I will try to keep my offer open as long as I can. However,” he said more quietly, trying to make her afraid, “I will be less kindly disposed to your friend if you refuse. You have 24 hours.” Amy instead thought about a growing tink inside her bladder. My goodness, she had drunk the entire pitcher of water and could probably still drink more given time. Cappuccino motioned for Rodrigo to take her away. She wanted to play with the desperation, but decided she had better pay attention as she returned to the cell. As they left the room, she began looking around at their surroundings. Glancing out a window, she recognized a building from one of the postcards at the airport, but she didn’t remember what the postcard had said. Maybe Lawrence would know. The stairs up to the bunker were fairly narrow, built of concrete and stone, and had a guard posted every so often. Amy looked at each one, trying to get profiles, weapon count, or anything that Lawrence might find useful. Unfortunately, they were moving rather quickly. Unexpectedly, Rodrigo said, “Do not worry, they will not hurt you unless you try to leave.” At first she wasn’t sure what he meant, but then she realized he thought she was afraid. Thankfully, she discovered that most of the guards were armed the same way, and she stopped looking. She did feel a bit sorry for Rodrigo, however. Whatever had happened to his head seemed to have handicapped him. He was not creepy like Cappuccino, and if he wasn’t working for the arms dealer, she might have actually liked him. They arrived at the bunker door, and she stepped inside to discover Lawrence was now awake. She hurried to his side as the door closed behind her. “It’s alright,” he mumbled, “I’m not gonna die or anything. I just hate tranquilizers.” Amy was flabbergasted. She wasn’t that easily frightened. “No, not that. I think I know where we are.” He looked up, genuinely interested. “Well, that would help a lot. All I can tell from the window is we’re on a coastline.” Amy proceeded to describe the building she had seen to Lawrence, and told him that Cappuccino was the man of the house. After a few more details, he knew that they were in his Marepolis residence. That meant heavy local guards, but a fairly easy escape by boat if they ever got out the front door. “…Now, how to do that,” he said, the effects of the tranquilizer beginning to wear off. After a moment, he chuckled. “What?” “I was just thinking, if…” he began, then paused. He grew serious. “Do you have an urge to pee, by any chance?” “Y-yeah, maybe. Why?” Lawrence pointed to the exit. “That door was meant to be airtight, but it’s been banged up so badly that I think there may be a leak or two. If you could flood the jail cell faster than it can leak out, so that pee sprays through the cracks, I think the guards will come to investigate. Cappuccino doesn’t tell his men much from my experience.” “…And the door opens from the outside,” Amy said, beginning to understand. But there was no way she needed to pee that Mitch from one pitcher of… Eh, might as well give it a shot. Amy rolled over onto her back, and bore down on the tickle of desperation that had started to form. It wasn’t long before she was very much ready for a piss. She was about to let loose when Lawrence yelled, “Stop!” He moved over, and began hammering the pantie’s lock point with a loose rock. Phew, close call. That would’ve hurt quite a bit. The cheap metal printing soon broke, and Lawrence stepped a pace away with his back turned. “Go for it!” he said. She removed the metal craft and found herself (Whoops). Then she let it rip! A gushing shot flew across the room and hit the door a split second later, cleaning off the debris that had probably been on it since before it was installed. The floor of the jail cell was soon being covered by an enlarging puddle that was thankfully still warm when it reached Amy. This was far more liquid than had been in the pitcher already, and she hadn’t even metabolized all of it yet. But it didn’t matter how this was possible right now. She began to piss harder, and harder again, pushing to get the cell flooded as fast as she could. But even with her best efforts, it might be too dark to find their way out of the city by the time it was full. She needed to hurry! What could she do? “Amy, you naughty girl, you…” She turned sideways, and hit Lawrence on his back. He gave a stunned shout as it knocked him face forward into the rising flood of pee all around him. She changed her angle again, arching her body to make the spray hit the ceiling above him. Emerging a second later, he exclaimed bewildered, “What did..?!” but Amy couldn’t wait for him to finish before thought of the pee showering on his confused head made her burst out laughing. It wasn’t long before she stopped though, gasping with wide eyes from the sensation of the sheer volume she was peeing! She was now completely opening her urethra, restricted by its physical limit, but she did continue to pee harder and harder. Just as she was feeling a lull, Lawrence stood up again, and made the mistake of habitually starting to turn around. She aimed, and hit him square in the face. “Ah ah ahh, no peeking, remember?” she giggled before heaving erotically again. He got up and groaned, but from the tone of the groan he wasn’t annoyed, just playfully bewildered. Amy was having to sit up to keep from drowning now, and it was getting uncomfortable, so she carefully got to her feet. As she did so, however, she misestimated the force her own water rocket would have on her. “Whoa, whaa!” She staggered back and fell down with a huge splash. Lawrence turned to church if she was okay, carefully guiding his eyes. The foam around her urethra and the clingyness of her wet skirt made it almost impossible for her to be revealed now, so she didn’t much care. When he saw her condition, he laughed and said, “Eh, one point for me then, huh?” Amy narrowed her eyes, and as she got to her feet again, turned sideways and got a good shot at him by falling back down again. She caught herself, and arched upward to keep her head above water, continuing to aim at Lawrence. He moved, she moved. Since he was moving linearly and she pivotally, it was not so hard to keep up as to keep upright (for both parties, actually). Lawrence yelled, “Hey, cut it out! You got me.” “You have to tag me!” She yelled back. Man, it was getting loud in here. Lawrence turned with a sly but determined look, and marched toward Amy, splashing about almost knee deep now. Within 15 feet, he was slowing down as she continued to target him dead on. 10 feet, it was reduced to a crawl. 6 feet, she revigorated her pissing efforts. 5 feet, 4 feet, three and a ha… With a loud yell and flailing arms, Lawrence could no longer keep his balance while the beautiful girl continued to blast him with unthinkable amounts of pee. He fell backwards, making a satisfying splash in the surrounding flood. Amy burst into giggles, and tried to continue aiming for him, but soon found her arms and legs weakening. With some sort of break even point, the thought of knocking him over with her pee after already peeing so hard had made her piss hard enough that the feeling of relief was so strong it was making her piss harder by itself. After about three seconds she was already panting desperately, barely able to stay upright as her piss roared across the room! By six seconds, she couldn’t tell wether she was lowering into the warmth around her or it was coming up to meet her, but regardless, with what felt like all the relief of her life combined happening in her lowers, it was all she could do to take a desperate gasp of air and hold it in while her head went under. For about 4.5 seconds, she was underwater, jerking about as she tried to keep her breath in and piss at the same time. It was more adrenaline driving than one time when she had fallen off the edge of the pool backwards into the deep end, but mostly because it felt… so… amazing… She quickly emerged with a much halted stream, though, as pee had gotten up her nose. ===END OF ORIGINAL DEVIANTART POST===
  22. Last night me and my boyfriend had a bit if a pee holding contest. After a few hours of drinking tea and being really desperate to pee, I decided I was going to wet myself over his knee in bed 🤭 so thays exactly what I did! After that, he decided to just lay there in bed and let go through his blue boxers while I teased him and made him grow while feeling all the warmth and wetness trickle through his boxers all over my hand 🤤 I wonder if there are any other couples out there who enjoy some relaxing, mutual bedwetting like this? It's such a nice way to spend an evening chilling in bed not having yo get up at all and just letting go whenever you feel the urge to pee!
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