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  1. So sometime soon I’m planning on staying at a hotel for a couple nights and I wanted to spice up my stay a bit. Basically I’m not allowed to use the toilet the entire time I’m there for any reason. So what I wanna know is, what ideas or dares do you have that I could do while I’m there? I’m open to try anything. Also pooping ideas/ dares are welcome too since… I have to take care of that somehow lol.. make it as wild and spicy as you want!
  2. I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.
  3. Role Reversal – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - Saturday morning I was anxious to see how my baby prisoner was doing and walked down the hall to his room. Chris was sleeping. He looked adorable, and I wanted to straddle him to make love, but that would have to wait. "Is my favorite little diaper slave awake yet?" "Does Christy need her diaper changed?" Chris woke up and I approached his bed. "Let me check your diaper to see if you were a good girl and wet it like you were told." I could tell by Chris's panicked face that he didn't do as he was told. I slid my hand under his plastic panties and down into his diaper. It was dry. "So baby has a hard time listening to Mommy?" "I see that baby is hard, is that keeping baby from wetting her diaper?" I put my next plan into action. "Since baby doesn't wet yet on command, I must show you how it is done." I produced a funnel with a flexible tube attached to it. I reached over and put the flexible tubing down the front of Chris's diaper and held the funnel in my hand. "If Christy won't wet, then I will show you how it is done." I removed my panties and made sure that Chris could see exactly what I was doing. I climbed up on the bed and moved so that I was kneeling over Chris's chest. My legs were on each side of his chest and my pussy was staring him right in his face. "Watch closely Christy, I want to make sure you see how to wet a diaper." I put the funnel between my legs and pressed it firmly against my pussy. "Mommy needs to pee so badly after such a long night." I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles the best I could. Chris knew what was about to happen to him and squirmed in his bonds to try and resist. It was pointless. At first, it was difficult to pee into the funnel because I was having trouble relaxing enough to pee. The delay worked to my advantage because I could feel Chris continue to squirm under me, and it just made his anticipation last that much longer. I took one last breath, released it slowly and started to pee into the funnel. I didn't want to miss Chris's expression, so I opened my eyes while I continued to pee. My pee made a hissing noise as it hit the plastic funnel and I rocked back and forth while I emptied my bladder. With my free hand I made sure that the end of the funnel's hose never escaped Chris's waiting diaper. Chris's expression seemed obvious. He looked startled, but it appeared that he liked what was going on. I know how nice a diaper feels as it becomes heavy and wet and now Chris was able to experience that same feeling. It took awhile to finish peeing, but I finally finished. I removed the damp panty that was still lodged in Chris's mouth and moved closer to Chris's face until my legs straddled his face. I instructed Chris to place his tongue through the front of his O ring gag and he complied. "Christy, I have just peed, and I need you to clean me up with your tongue." It was a bit of a struggle, but Chris pushed his tongue through the leather circle and touched my pussy. I took his head in my hands and moved it around to make sure that I was thoroughly licked clean. "Christy, you are at least good for something." I reached down and pulled the tube end of the funnel from Chris's diaper. I then turned around on Chris's chest so that my face was looking at his diaper and Chris had an intimate view of my ass. I backed up so that my butt was pressed against his face. "Christy, you know what to do...lick me slave!" I in turn put my lips to the outside of his diaper and kissed his hard throbbing cock through the plastic material. I massaged his diaper with my hands as my kissing continued. Chris was doing a great job with his tongue and I knew if I continued playing with Chris, or he continued licking me, we would both explode with huge orgasms. But that would have to wait, because I wanted to keep Chris at the brink of sexual fulfillment. I knew that if I waited, Chris would be a more willing but somewhat frustrated slave. It would also provide me with even more motivation to torture poor Chris and watch his frustration grow. I climbed off of Chris's chest and saw the disappointed look on his face. "It seems like the name Christy is fitting for you so that is your name for the rest of the weekend, understood?" Chris reluctantly nodded. "I am going to take my shower and then come back and get you ready for the day." "You are in a pretty wet diaper, but it is my pee and not yours that is keeping you warm and comfy." "You still have not wet your first diaper, but I think that will change." "Oh by the way, don't go anywhere while I am in the shower." "Relax my little diaper slave and welcome to my old world of surrender." To Be Continued…
  4. (This is an alternate universe Where gema has biological systems ) This story takes.part in the third era,and is post movie --> Yellow diamond was really tense ,se needed to pee so badly but they were not in homeworld,they were in their spaceship along with the other diamond and spinel She was too shy to tell them,too shy to use the their spaceship bathroom...or we'll she just didn't wanted to use it "Are you OK honey?" Blue asked her gently and looking at her wife,who was sweating and holding her crotch and using her other arm to control her own ship "Yeah totally fine!!!" Yelloe answered angrily when she finally saw homeworld , her relief was so big yet faded so fast Not even taking 5 steps outside the ship she felt a wet sensation on her crotch ,and then big damp patch marking her pants She couldn't even make it to the palace,she was outside,with the others looking at her ,and stepping over a pee puddle "Yellow!why didn't you tell me you had to pee!?!are you can't just hold until you can't anymore "blue said gently holding yellow's hands "I-i-i though I could hold It...."yellow said ashamed of her accident entering the palace ---> The next days,yellow just struggled to arrive at time even more her " bladder clock" was only 5 minutes at max ,at this pint her accidents were frequently,but still refused to wear diapers,and blue never forced ->the restaurant incident Yellow was already true gently to hold when they arrived,once they arrived even through she rushed to the restroom she end up wetting her pants,luckily her partner White borrowed her a spare ones,but she had to stay with her wet panties Yellow decided to drink a Xtra large lemon soda ,and of course we know what this will lead to Once again in the car yellow just screamed telling ehite to stop so she could use the toilet,white was quite annoyed by her partner screaming,and instead of leading her to restroom she played waterfallsounds on radio making yellow wet her self in the carseat making a big damp patc,at this point she just cried, she knew she has jo scape.and had to wear diapers,however by white driving distracted from the screaming diamond they crashed And yes.it left yelloe completely incontinent Blue just diapered her and placed her or her lap To comfort her,she didn't care if yellow was already wet Blue was hugging her until.she feels a got wet sensation on her legs Yellow 's diaper leaked and wet blue's pants At this pint blue just got a little annoyed ,changed yellow diaper against her will ,dressed her in giraffes prints pajamas and placed her in the bed to make her sleep When she wake up she found a new. Surprise To be continued:
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  7. Maria's VERY Wet Dream ====================================================================== Maria can barely hold it. She's held in her urge to pee for a while, but the line to the bathroom isn't getting any shorter. She even finds herself holding her crotch, trying to keep herself from squirting. Maria can't really remember how she got into this situation, mainly because it's all a blur, but it doesn't really matter to her. She needs to get to the toilet, and fast. A couple minutes go by, and the line still hasn't moved. Maria is barely holding herself together, and she decides to think about how she got here to distract from her situation. She remembers she was doing homework not too long ago in her room, she brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas... "I'M IN A DREAM!" exclaims Maria. This is a relief. this may mean that she may not even need to pee at all. That, or she's on the brink of wetting the bed. Maria starts panicking once more. She knew full well if she wet the bed again, her mom would be VERY angry. She's 18, after all. If she were to wet the bed one more time, her mother would be forced to start stocking up on diapers. Granted, Maria kind of has a kink for needing to pee, but she can't afford to embarrass herself more than she already has in the past. Not to mention the fact that there's nothing more embarrassing than having to wear diapers. An idea then crosses Maria's mind. Can't she just wake up and go to the bathroom? Yeah... she then clears her mind and tries to wake up. Maria jerks awake. Her bladder is still as full as it was in the dream, so she bolts to the bathroom. She opens the door, sits down on the toilet, and rolls down her pants and panties. Just as Maria is about to let go, she notices something. The bathroom is kind of... off. In fact, Maria still feels like she's in her bed. She then realizes she's still dreaming. She pulls her panties back up and quickly tries to stand, but finds that she can't. What's stopping her? Maria then grows worried. Why is she doing this to herself? Does she actually... want this? She hears a voice. "Hello..." says the voice. "Who are you?!" asks Maria. "Your subconscious, babe." says her Subconscious. "Let me get up!" shouts Maria. Maria's Subconscious then takes a human form in front of her. "You know, normally I would." says Maria's Subconscious suavely. "But right now... I'm really fucking horny..." Her Subconscious then turns on the sink with dream powers. drip, drop, drip, drop... "You're in my reality now... and I can make it whatever i want it to be." says Maria's Subconscious. The faucet flow slowly increases. Maria's urge to pee is stronger than ever. "This is it, huh?" Maria thinks to herself. Tomorrow is the day her mother buys diapers. One part of her doesn't want this to happen, but the other part of Maria deeply does. Her Subconscious's hand strokes her leg. Maria moans with pleasure. Her Subconscious then places her hands on Maria's shoulders and sits on her lap. Her subconscious's body warms Maria's body up, and nothing but a pleasurable tingling can be felt from Maria's insides. The pressure felt from another body on top of hers is something Maria can't handle. She can feel her outside body in the real world. Maria almost squirts into her panties, but stops herself from inside of the dream. Her Subconscious starts getting annoyed with her. "Stop holding back, love. Let it all out..." says her Subconscious soothingly. Her Subconscious then places her hand gently into Maria's shirt, and grasps inside her bra. Maria feels goosebumps as her Subconscious knows exactly how her body works, and how it likes to be felt. The faucet increases pressure, making the running water even more audible, and making Maria's bladder even harder to hold. Maria can't tell if this is a nightmare or a wet dream. Maria moans as her Subconscious feels her. She then makes her way down to Maria's privates. Maria can't hold her pee much longer, but somehow persists. Maria's Subconscious slips her fingers inside of her panties, and starts rubbing back and forth inside of her privates. Maria feels like she's about to cum, AND wet herself. "Come on now, just... stop being so tense..." says her Subconscious. "You know it'll feel good..." Maria doesn't know what to do. Persist and endure more holding, or release, and have the orgasm of her life. She doesn't know whether she should release either. Her mother would force her to not just wear diapers at night, but force her to wear them at school as well. Maria is almost ready to give in to her deepest, darkest desires, but attempts to hold her pee one last time. Maria's Subconscious has had enough. "Fine then, looks like you need a bit of extra help then..." Maria's Subconscious then takes her hands out of Maria's pussy, and pulls her panties back up. "What would you do if I just..." Her Subconscious starts leaking on top of Maria. The wetness soaks down Maria's legs and privates. This soaks Maria's panties inside of her dream, but she still hasn't wet her real ones. "Let it all out..." says Maria's Subconscious. The pressure of the pee hitting and soaking Maria's panties make it almost impossible to hold it anymore. With her Subconscious flooding her lap, the faucet running louder than ever, and the uncontrollable urge to pee, Maria can't hold it anymore. "There we go..." says Maria's Subconscious. "Good girl..." Maria starts squirting into her panties, and it slowly transitions into her completely soaking herself. Maria feels the pleasure of flooding herself, and can feel the warmth of her stream in the real world, too. The warmness of the stream floods down her legs, and starts soaking her bedsheets. Maria's panties are completely ruined, and so are her pajamas. She wets herself so much, that she floods her pajamas up to her breasts. The leftover liquid spills onto the bed, and since the bed can't handle this insane amount of liquid, Maria leaves a puddle down to her knee, and up to her stomach. She releases the last of the stream, and then finally cums. Looks like Maria really does need diapers. THE END (unless y'all like this story and tell me you want more. If you do want more, the next one will be a diapered dream.)
  8. It is like... 3AM and this is my first fictional story about this kind of subject. I just combined every single one of my fantasies into ONE holy shit kinda thing so uhhhh enjoy Chloe steps through the door. She's in a waiting room. Chloe sits down, and starts to play with her fingers out of boredom. the doors behind her lock. How did she get here? It's a long story. Why don't I tell you about it? Chloe woke up one morning to a letter on her doorstep. "Eviction Notice". Her landlord had been bugging her for a while now, so Chloe knew she had to get the money soon. Later that day, while brainstorming ideas to get money, Chloe decided to take a break and head to the local cafe. She ordered her coffee, and accidentally got a duplicate coffee along with her original coffee. Chloe, who didn't want to seem wasteful, took the two coffees and sat down at a table. Chloe drank both of the coffees and her mind was blank. how could she possibly pay rent in this short time-frame? Chloe then realizes if she can't come up with anything, she should go back to her apartment and start packing up her things. That was until a flier on the wall of the coffee shop took her attention. "TEST SUBJECT NEEDED! We will be running experiments that will sure make you drip with excitement! If you participate, you get to earn five thousand dollars in cash!" This was more than enough money to pay for Chloe's rent, so she rushed to her car and drove to the location stated on the flier. The building she parked at was unusual. It looked suspicious enough to the point where any sane person would try to get as far away from the building as they possibly could. Then again, she needed the money. She stepped through the doors of the building. Nobody seemed to be in the building, so Chloe went up to the receptionist desk. Chloe then saw a piece of paper telling her to go through the door on her right. Chloe stepped through the door. She was in a waiting room. Chloe sat down, but soon realized that the coffees were getting to her. She started playing with her fingers to help distract from the pressure, but this didn't work. All her life, Chloe had a small bladder. Chloe was always on the brink of pissing herself if she wasn't careful with what she drank. Chloe then thought that she would be fine if she just got up to go to the bathroom, but then the unimaginable happened. The doors behind her locked. Anything past this point is a mystery to Chloe now. Is she going to piss herself? Is she going to make it through the testing? What will she even change into if she soaks herself? A TV screen lights up in front of Chloe. It appears to be just audio waveforms. "Hello, Test Subject!" says a robotic voice. "Hey?" says Chloe. "My name is OMO-Bot! Welcome to OMO laboratories!" says OMO-Bot. "What are you guys testing me on?" asks Chloe. "Step into the door on your left." says OMO-Bot. "You didn't answer my question!" says Chloe in frustration. Chloe slowly stands up while the pressure inside her bladder keeps rising. She enters the door on her left expecting a Scientist she could talk to. Maybe she could ask them if they could lead her to a bathroom. There's no one in the room. She is alone. The door closes behind her, and locks. All that's in the room is a table. "Please lay on the table, CHLOE." says OMO-Bot. "This better be worth the five thousand dollars..." says Chloe. She slowly walks to the table, trying not to squirt. Below the table is a sewer drain. She wonders why, but can't focus on it because of her bladder. Chloe climbs on top of the table and lays down. She says to herself it'll be okay. just a few tests. A click is heard. then another, then another, then another. Chloe can't move. Chloe's been cuffed to the table. her arms and her legs are locked. Since Chloe is cuffed, her legs spread apart, and this only increases Chloe's desperation. Chloe begins taking deep breaths, but to no avail. "Stay calm." says OMO-Bot. "How can I stay calm?! I CAN'T MOVE! LET ME OUT!" screams Chloe. The table flips more vertically, which makes it even harder for Chloe to hold her pee. "STOP! STOP! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! I WANT OUT!" says Chloe. Robot arms come out and start taking off her clothing one at a time, all until she is stripped to nothing but a bra and her panties. "HEY! WHY ARE YOU TAKING MY CLOTHES?! PERVERT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" screams Chloe. "Activating 'Deranged_Subject_Protocol.exe'." says OMO-Bot. The robot arms come back, and place duct tape over Chloe's mouth. Chloe fights and fights, but realizes that the more she fights, the more likely she'll pee herself. Chloe settles down. This shows OMO-Bot that they can take off the duct tape. "We're experimenting how much humans can endure... wetting-related pleasure." says OMO-Bot. "The second you arrived at this facility, there were chemicals in the building's air that change the way your body creates and processes urine. In this case, the amount of chemicals in the air right now make your urine production 20% faster." Chloe wants to scream, but the vibrations of her vocal cords would be enough to make her wet herself. How could this be happening? All she wanted was to pay rent. Now she's paying the price. "Feel free to urinate where you are." says OMO-Bot. "Right here?! Right NOW?!" Chloe thought. Of course she had a strong urge to urinate, but not like this. "Maybe this is what the sewer drain was for..." "Do you need assistance?" asks OMO-Bot. Chloe is shocked. "No! I am not peeing myself! "Assistance granted." says OMO-Bot. The robot arms rise up again. This time, with vibrators. "Maybe this will give you the nudge you need," says OMO-Bot. As the arms gently place the vibrator on her privates, Chloe lets out a yelp. It feels so good, but she feels like she's going to burst. OMO-Bot realizes that the level that the vibrators are set at are not working, so OMO-Bot amps it up a notch. Chloe lets out a moan. she can't control herself anymore. she can't hold it in. Chloe starts feeling warmness down her crotch and onto her legs, as a urine stream trickles down her thighs. "MY PANTIES!" cries Chloe. "THEY'RE SOAKED!" Since the urination production had upped itself 20%, Chloe had way more to pee out. This was a relief to Chloe anyhow. She could even see the robot hands disappearing back to where they came from. This whole debacle could be over, and she could just drive home without her panties on. no big deal. "Up the chemicals to 50% urine production." says OMO-Bot. "WHAT?!" yells Chloe. Chloe starts to feel her bladder build up again, worse than before. Chloe holds it somehow, and tries to keep it that way. "Now, stop holding it, or I'm going to have to bring out the vibrators again..." says OMO-Bot. Chloe continues holding her pee. For some reason, she WANTS the vibrators to come back. She doesn't know why, but the sensation of release when she let loose earlier felt otherworldly to her. The warmth of her legs, to the flooding of her underwear was different, but amazing to her. "BRING IT ON!" screams Chloe. "If you insist..." says OMO-Bot. OMO-Bot brings out the vibrators again, and Chloe does her best to hold back. the feeling of uncontrollably bursting was something she wants to experience yet again. OMO-Bot amps up the strength of the vibrators and Chloe bursts. not just an explosion of urine, but cums as well. this intense orgasmic feeling combined with the warmness and wetness of her underwear and thighs just made her too excited. Chloe wondered if she had just gained a new fetish. The vibrators retreat from her privates and OMO-Bot starts taking notes. Chloe feels drained, but refreshed. Chloe may have even sweat more than she wet her panties. Chloe doesn't want this to be over. in fact, she wants more. thanks to OMO-Bot, she gets her wish. "Up the chemicals to 75% urine production. says OMO-Bot. "Oh boy." says Chloe. At this point in the testing process, Chloe doesn't have the strength in her to hold her pee. She lets go with not a care in the world. Slight problem, though. a new robot hand comes in with a new toy. Chloe can't figure out for the life of her what it could be. The robot hand takes Chloe's panties off, sticks a dildo inside of Chloe, and blocks her pee stream. This causes Chloe to break. Chloe screams. The robot hand moves the dildo back and forth. this causes Chloe to absolutely lose it. Chloe is enticed by the amount of pleasure she's receiving, but she can't pee. This creates a tingly feeling inside of her clitoris. The pee keeps building up, ready to head out of her, but inevitably fails. The dildo moves back and forth at increasing speeds. Chloe's bladder keeps filling up, but the urine has nowhere to go. The urine washes around in her bladder, tickling her insides. Two more robot hands come out with vibrators. The hands untie Chloe's bra and place the vibrators on Chloe's tits. Chloe moans with pleasure. Chloe has learned at this point to not fight back anymore, and to just take part in the pleasure. The table itself starts vibrating. This causes Chloe to REALLY need to pee. The dildo keeps moving faster and faster, and Chloe can't release. the dildo starts moving even faster, and the vibrators get set to an even higher setting. Chloe feels like she's going to pass out, and this is the cue for the robot hands to take the dildo out. Chloe explodes even more than before. The urine floods down her legs like a waterfall. "Oh, don't think you're done yet." says OMO-Bot. a robot hand places the dildo back into Chloe. Chloe's stream is again interrupted. "You weren't the only one to enter this building, you know." says OMO-Bot. OMO-Bot makes the table Chloe is cuffed onto to travel to another room like a slow rollercoaster ride. Chloe squirms around the whole time because her vagina is blocked from urinating by the dildo. "Say hello to Camryn." says OMO-Bot. Chloe's table goes over to Camryn's, and they're looking at each other face to face. both of which are stripped of their clothing. The robot arms take out both Chloe's and Camryn's dildos. Both of them leak onto the floor like there's no tomorrow. "Not so fast," says OMO-Bot. "You know... Sharing is caring." a robot arm takes out a double sided dildo and places it between Chloe and Camryn. the two tables then push together, making both of them share the dildo. Chloe and Camryn are tit to tit, and are squishing together. the two tables then move back and forth making them smush together and fuck the dildo together. Camryn is crying to pee, and so is Chloe. vibrators then make their way to each of their tits and vibrate hard. Camryn's bladder wants to explode, but can't due to the blockage. This is when Camryn realizes that the dildo is hollow. She could technically pee, but It would go directly into Chloe. Camryn couldn't care less. Camryn starts flooding into Chloe. Chloe feels this sensation and her bladder fills up even more because of Camryn's added urine. Chloe then decides to get her back. Chloe starts flooding into Camryn. Camryn feels this and instantly feels pain. Camryn floods back into Chloe, and it becomes a war. After a while of this, the dildo pops out. Chloe and Camryn pee all over each other because of the lack of room between them. Some of Camryn's pee lands on Chloe's tits, and Chloe's pee lands on Camryn's. after they finish flooding, Chloe starts cumming all over Camryn. Camryn returns the favor. Now that Chloe and Camryn are covered in white and gold, OMO-Bot lets the girls have a break for a bit. "Up the chemicals to 90% urine production." says OMO-Bot. Chloe fills up instantly, and floods on the floor. After she stops, she floods again, and again, and again. The same happens for Camryn. "Looks like you need some diapers." says OMO-Bot. The robot hands apply diapers to the two girls. "Maybe this will prevent some leaking," says OMO-Bot. "You're the one who's been making us leak!" says Camryn. "Oh am I? Up the chemicals to 95% urine production." says OMO-Bot. The two girls keep on flooding the diapers so fast, that they leak heavy amounts of urine. "You know... for punishment for leaking your diapers, instead of changing your diaper, I'll just lay another one on top." says OMO-Bot. Chloe leaks and you can hear a loud thud on the floor from the sheer amount of urine. "Time to add another layer!" says OMO-Bot. The robot hands add another layer, and the girls just soak again. two more layers applied, two more diapers flooded. "All that peeing can't be good for you... how about we give you some water to even everything out?" says OMO-Bot. A Water pipe comes from the ceiling and shoves itself down Chloe's throat. Camryn gets one as well. The water pipes consistently pump water into them, while they constantly need to pee. Camryn wants to scream, but is blocked by the water pipe. Chloe's bladder keeps getting fuller and fuller, and she keeps flooding water out of her diaper. This goes on for a while. Camryn and Chloe keep wetting themselves, and they keep getting more layers of diapers. At this point, Chloe's diaper is the size of a car. no matter how many layers Chloe gets, it does not stop the flood. More robot hands surface with hosepipes and shove them into both of the girl's diapers, and into their pussies. Chloe is in pain again, seeing as she's blocked from urinating. Along with the pain is a tingling sensation. The constant flow of water into her mouth and pussy makes Chloe need to pee even more. More robot hands surface. The hands shove hosepipes into both of their asses. Chloe and Camryn are in excruciating pain and pleasure. Being triple penetrated by the hosepipes, their bodies are being flooded with water along with their bladders piling up and up with urine. Chloe starts squirming violently, and this shaking causes the tingling to increase. Chloe wants to release so bad, but the pipes won't allow it. The hoses eject from their diapers, and the girls flood so much that the diapers fall to the ground. "Oh! I didn't mean to do that! Let's put on some new diapers..." says OMO-Bot. "uh oh..." "What do you mean Uh-oh?!" yells Camryn. "We only have double diapers now... darn it." says OMO-Bot. "Looks like you have to share." Double diapers are a singular diaper meant for two people at once. The robots apply the double diaper around Camryn and Chloe. The robot arms also get the vibrators out, and place it at the bottom of their shared diaper. "Up the chemicals to 100% urine production." says OMO-Bot. Chloe and Camryn immediately start wetting and flooding themselves. The flood is too much for the diaper to handle, so it leaks. the vibrators tickle both of their pussies violently and cause them to cum uncontrollably, while also pissing uncontrollably. Vibrators shake their breasts violently as Chloe and Camryn moan for their lives. Chloe's stream floods the diaper so much that it goes behind Camryn's rear end. The same goes for Camryn, and Chloe starts placing two of her fingers down on Camryn's pussy. Chloe inserts her fingers and moves them back and forth violently. Camryn takes her hand to Chloe's pussy and inserts her fingers as well. Camryn takes her free hand and places it on Chloe's breasts. She starts rubbing back and forth, and Chloe does the same for Camryn. As both the girls play with each other, they leak uncontrollably and cum all over each other. Chloe then eases herself over to Camryn, and starts licking the cum off of her breasts. Camryn leaks even more, and starts licking off of Chloe's breasts. "Up the chemicals to 200% urine production." says OMO-Bot. This causes the shared diaper to fall off because of the sheer force of their combined piss. their urine streams flood down each other's tits, legs and thighs. Camryn and Chloe look into each other's eyes. Will this be over soon? Do they want it to be over? the vibrators shake their tits and pussies one final time and they cum all over each other. Both of their bodies are covered in white and gold. The two girls start leaking the last of their piss. "Decrease the chemicals to 0% urine production." says OMO-Bot. The tables that Chloe and Camryn were cuffed to start moving toward where they came from. they stop moving, and the tables release them. they've been dropped off in the shower room. The two girls wash up and head toward the door when they're done. Inside of that door would be their clothes and their five thousand dollars. "They weren't lying, were they?" says Chloe. "I guess not," says Camryn. Chloe and Camryn get changed into whatever left they have of their clothes, and take their individual five thousand dollars. Chloe makes it back home and counts her money. "HEY!" says the landlord from outside Chloe's door. "You have my money yet?!" "Actually... I do. I'll be out in a minute!" says Chloe. Chloe changes into some different clothes and hands the landlord the money. "This is the last time you are late to pay rent, am I understood?" says the landlord. "Yep." says Chloe. The landlord leaves, and Chloe lies down on her bed. "What a nightmare..." says Chloe. She then feels strange. she feels... warm. She looks down at her jeans, and then her bed. "Well shit." says Chloe.
  9. From the album: NotJing Omo Arts

    A idea from @sleeping_cat01 . so Amber is trying to make revange to Zora because she recently bullied them. They will do it by using their ability to summon wormhole. They will connect one wormhole inside Amber undies and other inside Zora one. For the final blow, Amber just need to relief. Their pee will eventually transported into Zora panties and make it like Zora is the one who wetting herself. Kinda hilarious when i think about it

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  10. Sil sat at her desk, trying to wade through tens of pages of university reading material within a single night. It wasn't due soon - she still had a week before she had to know it, though getting this done now meant she could watch a movie with her friends later tonight, without guilt. She had been at this desk for about an hour now, only taking breaks to refill her water bottle. Now, she squirmed quietly in her seat, quickly rocking her hips back and forth. It seems, overtime, all that water funneled its way to that poor bladder of her's. Each rock would push on her bladder just enough to make it tingle, which would make her want to rock even harder. She knew she couldn't contain it all inside her forever, which is exactly why she made a spontaneous agreement with herself: she'll go to the bathroom after all the reading material was finished. After all, she still had 20 minutes left until the movie - the time she could spend going to the bathroom could easily be used to finish this work. With that in mind, she pressed on, occasionally pressing her hand between her jittery thighs to bide her some time. As time went on, her legs couldn't help but become more fidgety, yet she noticed that she was indeed working faster than she otherwise would have. To her credit, she was crushing page after page, but ultimately not fast enough for her liking. By now, she only had 10 minutes left, and, at this rate, she'd have to read 1 page a minute to finish it all. Mentally exhausted, it was hardly achievable, but Sil had a funny idea. She turned and grabbed her, quite noticeably full, water bottle. The cold temperature of the bottle caused her to gasp and bounce in her seat, with her quite noticeably confused bladder aching in protest. Sil gathered her strength and placed a calm hand above her soft bladder bump - a gesture of apology for what she was about to do. She started to chug, feeling all the water from the bottle immediately make its way down her throat, passing through her body, and now firmly pressing on the knot of her heavy, defenseless water balloon. Only a tiny gulp of water remained afterwards. Her eyes glazed over the words on each page in record-time, taking in each point of info with, quite honestly, questionable validity. Her bladder dully throbbed, but she kept her butt pinned to her seat - as the steady hand pressing against her crotch ensured that her light pink, well-fit leggings stayed dry. Besides, she didn't want to wet them - her friend, Madie, lent it to her for tonight after a lot of buttering up. She'd rather keep from wetting, no matter how much her little bladder yearned for it. Sil reached the end of the reading right on time - her friends would be here to drop by her residence room any moment now. Quickly, she closed her computer and stood up to grab her things - namely her room key, water bottle and phone. Yet, she didn't anticipate how gravity would wrack her bladder, causing her to stifle a moan and bend forward just enough to ease the weight in her belly. Slowly removing both hands from her crotch, Sil noticed how her pink leggings perfectly outlined her growing belly bump. She silently admired it for a couple seconds, considering if she wanted to put on a longer shirt. She shook the thought away (carefully, not to jolster her bladder), grabbed her required items and headed for the door - specifically for the bathroom in the hall. A bathroom she'd really like to use - a bathroom she really *needed* to use. A bathroom that read "occupied". Sil started to panic, bobbing in place, worried to knock on the door as she didn't want to embarrass both her and the person denying her from emptying her study sap. Her feet were frozen in the hallway, unsure whether to retreat back into her room or gather the courage to knock. Decidedly, she did neither, staking out until some higher power came to her rescue. That higher power was a friend named Axie, apparently, walking down the hall in Sil's direction. Sil desperately tried to act as normal as possible, turning around to lock her door, occupying both hands with the key and uncrossing her legs. Axie is often oblivious to body language anyway, so it was likely unnecessary for Sil to go the extra mile and drink the last of what was left in her water bottle in front of her. "Heya, Sil!" Axie said. "A-ah, hhhey, Axie. H-how are you?" Sil replied. Axie didn't respond, and instead gasped at the sight of Sil's legs. Sil's heartbeat accelerated, though she contained her panic. She shyly turned towards Axie, stood up straighter, squeezed her thighs together and prayed. "I-is everything okay... A-Axie?" Sil questioned. "Y-your leggings are so cute!!" Axie blurted. "That's the pair that Brooke gave you, right??" "M-Madie, actually." "Hm? Oh. Her." ... A few seconds passed by. Axie continued to stare at Sil's legs. Her eyes refused to move, and Sil felt her breathing getting heavy. She couldn't tell what was going on. Axie just kept staring as Sil's thighs impatiently clamped together as tight as they could, becoming desperate for an opportunity to be aided by her hands, which were painfully idling at her hips to not clue Axie in. Sil's eyes started to tear up ever so slightly. Her crotch began to tremble, and her posture was faltering. She wanted more than anything else to drop to her knees, buckle and thrust everything to plug her aching nozzle, complaining and whimpering, to keep herself from spilling and gushing her contents down her friend's property - and it felt like Axie knew that - that Axie wanted to see her do it. Sil felt the tiniest drop of sap position itself at the tip of her uterus, causing her to yelp at a volume she didn't intend. Axie entered the real world again. "Oh - fuck, sorry, I got distracted. C-cute leggings you have." Axie said, looking around the hallway, nervously. "I-I didn't mean to stare at you like that - um, let's just go the movie now. Sorry." "O-okay", Sil squeaked. Axie speed walked down to the common room, leaving Sil in the dust. Her hands immediately shot down to her crotch, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned against the wall and held her position for a few seconds, feeling around for any signs of damage. Thankfully, she held all of her pee. She was dry. Unfortunately, that meant all her pee was still trapped inside her. Her abdomen ached, and her eyes stared back at the occupied bathroom. Maybe she could use another bathroom on this floor? "Sil? Are you coming? The movie's already started", Axie said, now peeking her head from behind the hallway corner (though still too embarrassed to make eye-contact). "O-oh, u-umm... y-yeah, here I come!" Sil replied, getting up from the wall. She glanced at the bathroom and half-heartedly groaned, following Axie and wobbling her way down to the common room door. She'll just find an opportunity to pee later. Hopefully.
  11. Preface: This is a story created with the assistance of the site: novelai an Artificial Intelligent story-making website. The main characters are Callie and Marie Inkling. I had limited input on the story so some parts might be inconsistent. Hope you enjoy! Marie had been holding her pee all day long. Her cousin, Callie, was in the recording studio, filming some clips for an upcoming song. Marie is behind a curtain, desperately trying to hold her pee. There is no way Marie can make it to a potty before peeing her panties. Callie walks up next to her and whispers "I think you're going to have to use your diaper soon." "No, I'm fine," Marie replies. Callie walks back to the other side of the room and continues filming. Marie feels so uncomfortable with this constant pressure on her bladder. She knows she's going to have to go pee very soon. Marie begins dancing around, trying to shake off the feeling that she needs to go. "You should probably use a diaper now," says Callie. Marie quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a diaper. It's one of her favorites: The 'Fancy Diaper' from Luv U Baby. She looks at the clock and realizes she has less than ten minutes until Callie leaves. "Okay, Callie," she says as she puts the diaper on under her skirt. "I'll be done in just a minute." Marie dances around some more, hoping to get the urge to poop out of her body. She doesn't want to go in her diaper! But she also doesn't feel like pissing her pants or wetting herself either. She has never felt so desperate to pee before. A few minutes pass by and Marie realizes there are only three minutes left before Callie will leave. She makes up her mind to try to hold it for another five minutes. She turns her head toward the camera. "Hey, Callie?" she asks. "Do you think you could stay a little bit longer? I really need to go pee right now!" Callie smiles and nods. "But... I'd rather not go in my diaper..." she adds. "I promise I won't do anything weird if you stay." Marie steps out from behind the curtain and walks over to Callie. She tries to ignore the feeling of her full bladder. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it," she says. Callie looks at the clock and immediately jumps up from her chair. "Shit, we've got about two minutes left! Sorry, Marie," she says with a laugh. Marie takes the diaper off and puts it aside. She starts dancing again, but the pressure on her bladder gets even worse. She feels like she's going to burst. "Okay, let's go!" Callie says. "We might have to improvise a little bit!" As they walk towards the toilet, Marie holds her bladder tight. She finally notices a plastic bag lying on the floor. She picks it up and opens it. Inside is a small, white dildo. "Oh, what the hell?!" she whispers. "Callie, what the fuck is this?" Callie doesn't answer. Instead, she takes her hand out of her pocket and shows Marie the video camera. The camera is pointed at the ground. "I told you I wouldn't do anything weird," Callie whispers. Marie watches Callie's face. There is nothing there but pure, unadulterated lust. "Come on, Callie," Marie says. "What's gotten into you? What kind of sick game are you playing here?" Callie laughs. "This isn't a game, silly!" she says. "It's called roleplay. And it's fucking awesome!" Marie looks up at the clock. One minute left. "Okay, okay," Marie says. "Let's just do this. Whatever you want. Just please don't pee your pants. This is humiliating enough as it is." Callie takes the dildo out of the bag and puts it on the ground. She then sits down on the toilet, facing Marie. "Okay, it's time to take care of business," Callie says. "Get ready." Marie feels her heart beating faster than ever. She wonders if she's going to be able to hold it. "Hold your breath," Callie says. "And think about how badly you need to pee." Marie does as she's told. She closes her eyes and focuses on trying to hold it. "Good girl," Callie says. "Now... let it go!" The sudden pressure on her bladder pushes the pee out of her body. It flows straight through her panties, soaking them completely. "Oh, shit," Marie says in shock. The pee flows out of Marie's pussy. Her thighs and stockings are soaked with hot piss. "That was amazing," Callie says. "I love watching girls pee their pants." Marie can't believe what she's hearing. She's pissed all over herself in front of her cousin. "Callie, I didn't mean to-" "Hey, it's okay, honey," Callie responds. "Now it's my turn to pee in your mouth!" Callie stands up, removes her black dress, and pulls down her panties. She squats down in front of Marie, aiming her ass at her open mouth. "Open wide," she says. "Wait... I change my mind. Give me your diaper," Callie adds. She takes the diaper from Marie's hands and puts it on. Callie pulls it down to her thighs. Then she sits back down. "Now close your eyes and pretend I'm peeing in your diaper," Callie says. Marie obeys. She keeps her eyes closed, waiting for Callie to finish. Callie licks Marie's pussy before letting out her pee into the diaper. Callie moans, letting out a lot of pee. "I really needed that," she says. "Thanks." Marie opens her eyes, still unsure what to say. "Don't worry, Marie," Callie says. "We're family. Marie turns bright red and she starts fidgeting. "What's wrong?" Asks Callie. "I need to go potty again..." Marie responds. "Can I use your nappy?" "Of course," Callie answers. "Go ahead and sit down." Marie sits down on the toilet seat, facing Callie. Callie takes of her diaper, giving it to Marie. Marie sniffs the diaper before putting it on, noting that Callie's pee was still warm. She pulls her skirt up and tapes the diaper on. "There," she says. "I'm good as new." Marie gives Callie a big smile. "Thank you, Callie," she says. "I really appreciate you helping me out like that." Callie grabs her phone and turns it on, making sure the camera is on. "Okay, Marie," she says. "Give me a hug." Marie places her arms around Callie, who holds onto Marie tightly. "Are you done peeing yet?" Callie asks. Marie shakes her head, unable to speak. Callie laughs and lets go of Marie. "How about I help you out? Would you like that?" Marie nods. She closes her eyes and waits for Callie to pee in her mouth again. She feels something warm and wet on her lips. When she opens her eyes, she sees Callie squatting in front of her. "Just relax," Callie says. "I'm going to take care of this." Callie lets go of her pee straight into Marie's mouth. Marie starts fidgeting even more, holding the diaper that is still warm with Callie's pee. Callie stands up, removes her dress, and pulls down her panties. "Let's see how much pee we can squeeze out," she says. Callie squats again, aiming her butt at Marie. "Hold your breath," she says. "And enjoy the show." Callie lets out a huge torrent of pee. It comes out so fast and hard, filling Marie's mouth up with urine. She squeezes her eyes shut as the warm piss fills her mouth. She can feel her pussy getting warmer and warmer. "That's it," Callie says after a few seconds. "Good job. Now let it all out." Marie opens her eyes. She's amazed by the amount of pee she consumed. "Wow," she says. "That tasted so good!" Marie starts wiggling on the toilet, really needing to pee in her diaper. Her legs start shaking as she feels her bladder pushing out more pee. "I think I'm gonna need some help here," she says. "I figured as much," Callie replies. "It must be really bad if you're having trouble peeing." Marie nods. "I'm going to take care of you now," Callie says. "Relax and let me work." Marie takes a deep breath, trying to relax. She closes her eyes once again and feels Callie's fingers touching her pussy. Callie rubs her clit, making Marie moan. "There we go," Callie says. "You're doing great." Callie moves her hands down and starts massaging Marie's pussy. She spreads her lips open and uses her finger to push inside. "Mmmm," Marie moans. "That feels so good." Callie presses her fingers in deeper. Marie arches her back, trying to make sure Callie can reach all her sensitive spots. Callie's hand touches Marie's wet diaper. She fingers Marie more until Marie starts cumming, followed by a yellow flow. "Ahh, yes!" Marie cries. "You did such a good job!" "Sorry for making you wait so long," Callie apologizes. "I couldn't resist." Marie giggles. Pee shoots out of her pussy and into her diaper; Callie's hand still inside. A loud trickling floods the bathroom stall. Callie twitches in shock as her hand becomes warm with Marie's pee. The nappy quickly overflows, dripping onto Callie's breasts. "Oh, wow!" Marie says. "I've never had an accident like this before!" Callie smiles and lets go of Marie's pee-soaked diaper. "Well, I guess you'll need more diapers today," she says. Marie can't stop laughing. "You're right," she says. "I think I'll just pee myself whenever I feel the urge from now on." Callie laughs and licks Marie's pussy clean before pulling up the girl's diaper. All the excess pee squirts out and soaks Callie's clothes. "Mmmm. That's so adorable! You are so cute with that wet diaper on!" Callie exclaims. She helps Marie get off the toilet, lifting up her dress to check out the mess. "I don't think we should take these off," Callie says. "Your diaper is already soaked, so you might as well leave it on." Marie nods. "It's so warm," Callie says. "I love the way it smells." They both giggle, happy to be soaked in each other's pee. fin
  12. You guys wanted more, so here's my second story! It's more than twice as long as the first one, more explicit, and more extreme >:3 This one has a lot of content, some of which might not appeal to certain people, which is totally fine! Just know that this story contains heavy themes of pee drinking, golden showers, and hyper wetting. As always, the story is written in second-person perspective, which allows for gender ambiguity. However, depending on the reader's gender in this story, they either get a brief fingering or blowjob. Just some touching, 's all. Here is a reference of Cathy, the skunk girl in this story, drawn, designed, and created by me! CONTAINS: Skunk girl (No spraying or farting for those who dislike that stuff), hyper wetting, pee drinking, golden showers, nudity, pee baths, watersports play (playing with pee), and... pee smelling? --------------------------------------------- You look up from your watch as it reads 7:57 PM. In front of you, on a secluded village road surrounded by wooden homes and cabins, is her shop. You take a quick look at the sign: Candles and Clovers Aromatherapy and Fragrance Store. It’s handmade, drawn onto a ridged wooden surface, yet it is brand new, swaying in the gentle breeze. Absentmindedly, you wait for the minute hand on your watch to tick forwards, tapping your foot idly. You wonder just how long it took her to make that sign herself. For someone who never had any real artistic talent, it was certainly better than anything you could do. Had she picked up another trade after you saw her last? You take the time to look at the perfectly organized rows of small candles and potted plants in miniature jars the size of your hand on the windowsill in front of you. To any other passerby, this store would be just another small shop run by any old villager, but you and you alone recognized the little hints of the owner’s style permeating through everything, from the way the front was decorated with little bushes in a miniature garden, to the way she had strung lilies on artificial vines snaking down the corners of the building. There was no doubt that you had come to the right place. You enter the moment the watch reads 8:00. You don’t waste a single second. “Hello, welcome to Candles and Clovers!” the girl behind the counter says as you enter. As you turn around, she gets a full view of your face, and realization dawns on her. Her polite and cordial smile slowly turns into a teasing, sensual one. “Oh, it’s you. Coming in exactly at 8:00 pm, not even wasting a single minute. I told you that I closed at 8:00, not to come at 8:00,” she says, every word coming out from smirking lips. “Are you really that excited to see me? You just couldn’t contain yourself? Classic.” “Don’t act like it’s not the same for you, Cathy,” you retort as she comes out from behind the counter. Cathy is a skunk girl. Her hair is long, wavy, and black, with white stripes running down the middle and the sides. A pair of cute black skunk ears poke out from the top of her head. Her pale, almost pallid skin shines in the light of the rows of candles lining each window. You notice that her eyelashes and substantially longer, and her complexion is much clearer than when you saw her last. Her clothing style is completely black and white, almost reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, but not quite. She wears a smooth black crop top with long sleeves, and underneath is a thin white semi-translucent undershirt that hugs her belly so tightly to the point where you can see the outline of her belly button. She wears a short black miniskirt with a frilly white hem. Out from underneath it comes a thick and fluffy skunk tail with a pure white stripe down the center. Usually, she would hold it down, tucking it neatly between her legs, but as she approaches, you notice that it’s sticking straight up, lifting her short skirt along with it and revealing everything underneath. “I know that you’re busy setting up your own shop, but come on. A whole week? I can’t keep waiting that long,” Cathy says, coming up to you and pressing her hands gently into your chest, leaning forwards. “A week isn’t that long,” you protest, but before you can utter another word, she grabs your hands and brings you back behind the counter, past the door that reads “staff only”, and into the back of the store. “I’m really proud of how I organized everything, you know,” Cathy says as she guides you past rows and rows of small jars and vials stocked neatly on shelves. It’s almost like a mini library. “I’m so glad I finally got to become an aromatherapist. And you’ve been here for all of that. Remember when I used to experiment with scents on you? Back in high school?” she laughs. “Or maybe you wouldn’t like to. It was kind of embarrassing how bad some of them smelled sometimes. But since you’ve been such a good guinea pig, you get to see everything now. I spent days setting this all up, and I’ll give you a little tour. Afterwards, you can take any scent you want for free. Least I could do in return for you being such a good friend all these years.” “And? What about what we usually do?” you ask. Cathy turns around and quickly lifts up her skirt, giving you just the shortest glimpse of a bulging bladder. “I’ve been holding for twenty-six hours and counting,” she says with obvious pride. “And I’m not entirely sure I can make it through the tour. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” Cathy shows you through the inner labyrinth of her new store, pausing to explain what each room is and does. As the tour drags on, you check your watch. 9:00 PM. You can see sweat forming on Cathy’s forehead, and her voice becomes strained. You notice a barely-perceptible shaking, accompanying with gradually flushing cheeks. Yet you make no comments, simply opting to silently enjoy watching her squirm as she purposefully and methodically explains her favorite scents and their components. She’s just about to move on to the next shelf when she winces suddenly, and then rapidly changes course, walking back briskly in the other direction. Amused, you follow her through a hallway and out the back door. She brings you out into a greenhouse of sorts between the butt ends of houses and alleyways. Outside of the building, there are ten rows of flowers of variegated hues stretching several yards down the lawn. “T-this is where I grow all my herbs and flowers for my e-essential oils,” she stammers. She tries to hide it by turning her back to you, but you can tell that she’s grabbing her crotch. Looking around, you notice something rather odd. Despite there being lots of flowers to water, there isn’t any surrounding fixtures. No wells, not water buckets, no hoses… nothing. But before you can question her, you see her stand over the first row of flowers at the end of the greenhouse and reach underneath her skirt. With one hand, she beckons for you to come closer, and with her other hand, she pulls down her panties, which are black and a little scanter than usual. As you come closer, she hands them to you, which you take hesitantly. The first thing you notice about them is that they’re extremely damp, and the second thing that you notice is that they’re exceedingly warm. “You can keep that; I won’t be needing it for a while,” Cathy says quickly as she positions herself on top of the flower, spreading her legs and straddling the flower bed. She leans forwards slightly and continues to gesticulate, her gestures becoming more and more hasty. “Come stand behind me and hold my tail up! Quickly!” Enjoying the sight of her shaking thighs, you casually stroll behind her, refusing to heed her urgent call. You spy a few droplets leaking down the insides of her thighs, and come to a stop directly behind her. Instead grabbing her tail, you simply fold your arms. “You’re perfectly capable of raising your tail by yourself,” you say with a smirk. Cathy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her composure. “Just do it! Don’t make me wait any longer,” Cathy protests. “Fine, fine,” you acquiesce. You reach your hands underneath Cathy’s skirt and grab at the very base of her tail, pulling it up, and her skirt along with it. You raise it so that the end is pressed against your chest. “Higher! That’s not high enough!” You obediently raise Cathy’s tail higher… but only a little bit. She balls her fist and stamps her foot, which causes her to wince and almost lose control for a second. “Raise it all the way up! All the way!” “I don’t see why you want me to do this,” you say, trying to drag it on as long as you possibly can. “Just do it!” Cathy yells, then adds quietly, “I want you to see…” Satisfied with her answer, you push her tail up against her back, bringing her skirt up as well. By now, her skirt is entirely lifted, giving you clear view of everything underneath. Cathy spreads her legs further bending forwards and pointing her rump at you. Once she knows you’re staring, she finally gives her bladder the sweet relief it so craves. 27 hours of holding end in a spectacular spurt as Cathy gives in. She shudders instantly and lets out the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from her. Her stream shoots forcefully down onto the poor flower bush below, absolutely drenching it in a single second and plowing into the flower bed below. You almost take a step back, as the splash from the initial impact is enough to spray your ankles, but on second thought, you don’t actually mind. “Mmmn, that’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Cathy sighs. Her stream is bright yellow and incredibly thick. It pours out endlessly, pounding the poor flower below and causing it to bend and sway under the pressure. It stays together for the most part, but several mini-streams crawl down the sides of her legs and off towards the side. Cathy leans even further forwards to let you get an even better view, and you find yourself having to yank her tail back ever so slightly to keep the pure force of her release from pushing her off balance. You decide to quickly stick you hand underneath Cathy’s giant waterfall to feel its warmth on your fingertips, but quickly pull away once you make contact. It’s gushing so fast out of her that sticking your hand underneath it for even a second is actually painful. You almost find yourself losing your balance as well due to the immense pressure pulling your hand downwards to the ground immediately. The pee ricochets off of your hand with such intensity that it sprays you in the chest, and sends several droplets flying outwards towards the walls of the greenhouse. “Mhmmm~” Cathy moans. “Don’t try and feel it juuust yet. Aaah~” she says in between heavy breaths. “I’ve still got tons more to let out. I’ll drench you later. Right now… I have to water all these flowers!” “Water the flowers?” you say, looking at the sorry state of the absolutely drenched flowers in between Cathy’s legs. You’re definitely jealous of them, but of course, you’ll have to wait your turn. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to kill them!” “Oh, oops!” Cathy realizes, looking down. “I got too excited.” Cathy, without closing her legs, walks forwards to the next lavender bush in line. By now, the liquid that has since dripped down her legs are forming puddles in the walkways between the flower beds. You adopt your own bow-legged stance as your straddle the flower bed behind her. You feel the bottoms of your feet squish and splash into the wet puddles surrounding the first flower. Suddenly, your socks begin to dampen and grow incredibly warm, as if they were filled with foot warmers. The entirety of your feet become submerged in the expansive steaming puddle that Cathy is now leaving behind. Heat radiates from Cathy’s stream, and the greenhouse already is starting to become steamy. You can smell the acute scent of ammonia through the mist that meets your nose. The air around Cathy’s stream is even starting to shimmer like a sunbaked desert road. Droplets of fluid drip endlessly down the insides of Cathy’s thighs like wandering raindrops on a car window. Whether it’s sweat, cum, pee, or a mix of all three, you can’t tell, but there’s an insane amount of it. After about two minutes of peeing, the second flower bed looks like it has reached its saturation point. You gently nudge Cathy forwards, and the waddles to the next flower bed, her stream not diminishing in the slightest. “It feels so much better and relieving knowing you’re watching,” Cathy says in between pants and moans. “It’s just not the same without you! It always feels like something’s missing, but now it’s finally complete~” A large shudder ripples down from her shoulders to her legs, as she clenches and unclenches her fists and thighs uncontrollably. A loud and whining hissing sound drones on from under her, filling the room with the echoes of her endless torrent pulverizing the ground below. She spends a third minute on the third flower bed, and then moves onto the next without hesitation. “So is this how you water the plants every day?” “Yes! Yes! I do this every single day. But! Not as heavily as this. Usually I just give each one a quirk squirt! I don’t drown them all!” Cathy moans again, but even louder. Her voice is rising, and her breaths are getting quicker. In fact, she’s almost hyperventilating out of pleasure and excitement. Her longue lolls out of her mouth, adding a little bit of drool to the mix of liquids that soak her body. Since it’s been three minutes and she’s only soaked three plants, you take a look at all the remaining flowers. Ten rows of five plants each… at the pace she’s going at, Cathy’s going to take another 47 minutes to do them all! “You do know that it’s going to take forever for you to water all these flowers, right?” you say, a little bit of jealously and worry in your voice. “Are you sure you’re not going to run out before you’re done? I mean, we both know you have an enormous bladder, but you’ve never been able to piss that much. You told me you’d save some for me!” “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this,” Cathy replies in a husky, sultry voice. “I’ve been practicing so much, holding so much, peeing so much… I’ve been breaking records over and over again, just for you. My bladder still feels like I haven’t released a drop! I’m going to drown every single flower in this goddamn greenhouse for an entire minute, and then I’m going to flood the greenhouse, and then I’m going to drown you!” “Cathy, you’re getting way too excited again,” you warn her. It’s been a while since she’s been this ecstatic, and there are many instances you can remember in which she got a little carried away… “Then I’m going to fill up and overflow the toilet, AND the bathtub. Then I’m going to run outside and piss in the streets, and I’m going to flood the town! I’m going to keep peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing and I’m never going to run out! I never want to stop, never ever! I’m going to… ah.” Finally, Cathy seems to come back to reality. She moves forwards to the fourth flower bush and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Though her stream only continues to ramp up in intensity and width. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away. But it just feels so satisfying! Next time you have to come over earlier.” “You really got sexually frustrated after only a week?” you tease her. By now, your socks would have started to dry a little bit and grow cold, but there’s so much new urine splashing everywhere that they always are getting re-wet. As you eventually make your way around the greenhouse, minute by minute, you end up pulling closer and closer to Cathy’s body, until you are completely pressed up against your backside. This means that now, your entire lower half is within the splash zone, and Cathy’s pee is so intense that some droplets even reach all the way up to your chest. Eventually your entire body waist-down becomes soaked in the rebound. All the while Cathy is moaning and panting, whispering things like “hold me” or “this feels incredible” while shaking uncontrollably. Several minutes after first starting, she almost falls down from her legs giving way because of the immense pleasure that racks her body nonstop. She shoves her hand in front of her mouth to stop her tongue from hanging out and her drool from sliding out from under it. Her eyes roll back up towards the ceiling as tears of relief begin to form and slowly drop down her beet-red cheeks. “Lower, lower!” she calls out to your through her hand, which muffles her words to the point of being unintelligible. “What?” you say. She takes her hand out of her mouth, which causes her jaw to drop habitually. She fights to keep it closed as another spurt of pleasure shocks through her body. “Bend down lower! Don’t stand up straight, crouch down so you can see better!” “Okay?” you say, obliging. The closer you get to her stream, the louder it becomes, until it almost is ringing in your ears. It’s like standing next to a waterfall, or putting your ear next to a bath faucet on full blast. The stream shifts left and right, unpredictable and fast like the raging rapids of a river. You can smell it strongly from right between Cathy’s thighs, alongside her personal musky scent. “Yes, that’s it. Stare at it and be hypnotized,” Cathy says in a raunchy tone. “It feels so warm and powerful bursting out like that, mmm… It’s making my entire body vibrate! It’s endless too, it just keeps coming, and it feels so hot and sticky dripping down my thighs… look at how I’m just absolutely soaking all these plants… I bet you’re jealous! You want to be soaked too, don’t you? You want to be marked with my scent – no, you want to be absolutely flooded with my scent until you can’t smell anything else! You want to be drenched to the bone! Mmmm, isn’t it just so tantalizing? The stream is right there, and my bladder is still full! There’s an endless amount of piss, don’t you want just a teensy, tiny little taste? You can’t possibly be satisfied with just watching me pee like this! You’ve never been satisfied with that. I know you better than that. You want to just take me in your mouth and guzzle down all of it, don’t you~?” “I think someone’s projecting a little bit,” you say, trying to banter back. In reality, her offer is almost impossible to resist. You’ve been watching her have all the fun for two entire hours, you realize as you check the time. It’s almost 10 at night. “We both know that’s what you want me to do. But I won’t be tempted!” “Oh… two more hours of this and you’ll be begging for a sip,” Cathy says, moving onto the next flower. By the time ten o’ clock arrives, Cathy finishes up “gardening” for the night. At the last flower, she struggles a bit, stuffing her hands and tail into her crotch to stop her massive bladder for leaking any more pee for now. After getting it under control, she heaves a long, immensely aroused sigh and turns to you. “Time to admire my work,” she says proudly, gesturing to the rest of the greenhouse. If one couldn’t see the roof over the entirety of the greenhouse, one would have assumed that a monsoon had just happened the day before. No part of the greenhouse is left completely dry, with every since nook and cranny of it varying from completely submerged to somewhat soaked. It’s clear that all the flower beds have exceeded their saturation points, and many of the flowers are completely surrounded by still-steaming pee. Puddles are everywhere, making it impossible to walk through the greenhouse without stepping in at least one. Even the walls of the greenhouse are somewhat damp. You gape in awe at Cathy’s accomplishment. This is the work of a cumulonimbus cloud, not one tiny little skunk girl. “You’ve improved since last week,” you comment, trying not to show your awe. “And it feels like I’ve barely let out a drop!” Cathy exclaims proudly, before turning to you and suddenly embracing you with a kiss on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans into you, thrusting her entire body weight on your chest. You have to take a few steps back to steady yourself, but manage to stay upright. Cathy presses further into you, moaning during the sloppy exchange. She pushes her soaking crotch up against your legs, letting you feel just how hot it is. Despite taking a break from peeing, Cathy’s heart is beating faster than ever. Her breaths are labored, almost gasps. She clutches wildly at your back with her fingers, rubbing you with all four limbs and her tail, almost as if she’s trying to mold herself to you. She’s still shaking rapidly, and there’s an almost crazed, feral look in her eyes. After a minute of making out, Cathy pulls away, licking her lips. “I missed you sooo much,” she says through gasps. “Okay! Break over! Time for round two!” Cathy then takes you over to the front desk, where she tells you to stay put. She goes back inside the store and brings out a large wooden bucket, wide enough to stand in. “I did say that I would prepare a scent for you, didn’t I?” she says with a smirk. She discreetly moves all the objects on the counter to the side, storing a few. After that, she places the bucket in the middle of the countertop and then climbs on top of the counter. “How many bottles do you want?” “Well, I can always get more, right? How about just one for now?” “Coming right up!” Cathy says with glee, before lifting her skirt, straddling the bucket, and grunting softly. Her bladder unclenches, and after a second’s delay, Cathy’s second stream shoot down into the bucket, colliding against the bottom with extreme force. “Be careful not to get splashed! If you get too wet, I won’t consider giving you a shower afterwards~” Cathy teases, keeping you eyeing her golden stream thirstily, unable to quench your desires. You try to edge forward, but the droplets bouncing out of the bucket keep you from approaching. As the minutes tick onwards, you watch as the bucket slowly begins to fill up with rippling liquid. Bubbles full of air and foamy froth swirl around the ever-rising surface. One minute turns into two, two minutes turn two five, five minutes turn to ten, ten minutes turn to fifteen, and fifteen minutes turn to thirty. At long last, Cathy finishes filling up the bucket, but not without letting copious amounts of fluid splash onto the counter. Satisfied with her work, Cathy lets her skirt drop and climbs down from the counter. Then, she takes a bottle of eucalyptus oil, and another small, empty bottle that easily fits in her palm. Unscrewing the cap of the empty bottle, she dips it into the steaming bucket of urine, filling it halfway. Several drops drip down from her hands and from the glass of the bottle back into the container. Then, she takes the bottle of eucalyptus oil and pours a little bit of it in, filling the bottle completely. The smallest wisps of steam escape from it. Cathy dips a delicate finger into the bottle, mixing the two ingredients together. Then, she takes her finger out, still slick and dripping with the solution, and walks over to you. “Hold still,” she says, before taking her finger and sliding it across the skin underneath your nose. A pungent scent hits your nostrils immediately. It’s an herbal scent at first, but there are definite undertones of musk and ammonia. Not enough to make it rancid, but enough to be able to smell distinctly. It’s an earthy scent, and it reminds you of the space between Cathy’s thighs. “There. That should be a little bit of an appetizer before we get to the main course,” Cathy taunts, screwing the cap on the bottle of her special scent and passing it to you. “You get to keep this for as long as you’d like. But absolutely NO drinking. Got it?” You nod in understanding. Drinking eucalyptus oil is probably a bad idea. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I still need to use the little skunk’s room,” Cathy admits. By now, the sun has set completely and the stars are out. Complete darkness shrouds the windows looking outside. Leaving the bucket on the counter, Cathy gestures for you to follow. She leads you back into the back rooms of the store until you reach a closed wooden door. She opens it and invites you in. “The cool thing about having a store is that you get your own indoor privy,” Cathy says as you enter. You close the door behind you, taking in the space. It’s just big enough for the two of you to stand in, but that’s all the space it has. “It was so annoying having to wake up in the middle of the night all the time with a bursting bladder just to run down the stairs, out the door, and all the way to the outhouse outside. Now I don’t have to deal with the cold outside air. Though, it still doesn’t prevent me from wetting myself sometimes,” she says with a wink. The skunk girl lifts up her skirt and plops down onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs as wide as you can and offering you a pristine view into the empty pit below and her thoroughly soaked nether regions. You kneel down on the floor for a closer view. You’re in luck, because the seat is raised high enough so that your chin rests at the perfect height to clear the seat edge. “If you put your head between my legs, I might let you get a lick or two in~” Cathy offers seductively. She knows what she wants. You wedge your face in, already getting your head wet from the pure dampness of Cathy’s thighs. You can see into the privy more clearly now. The pit it itself is a rectangular one, dug deep into the ground. Besides the entirety of the raised area, which is a few feet from the ground, the pit extends a couple feet downwards as well. You surmise that if you stood in the pit, the top of your head would be just under Cathy’s rear. Cathy was obviously planning for this part of your night together, because there is not a single drop of pee or any excrement whatsoever in the toilet. It has all been cleaned out meticulously, almost obsessively. There are several stains in the wooden upper walls of the pit, marking the urine line of several massive trips to the loo. However, while many lines got close, none really approach the top of the privy. It seems like in the week that Cathy moved in and started setting up shop in this building, she had failed to completely fill the toilet while practicing for the big night. Before you can take it all in, though, you feel Cathy’s stomach rumble as she jerks her legs apart and twitches suddenly. A third stream of urine shoots out of her, instantly spraying your face with mist and stray droplets. You being to pull your face back out of instinct, but Cathy closes her thighs quickly. You feel the pressure of her thighs squeezing against the sides of your head, and are unable to escape. “Oh, no. You are watching me this whole time. I don’t want you taking eyes off my pee for a second!” As time goes on, you notice Cathy’s movements becoming more aggressive, erratic, and impatient. It seeps into her voice, too, as she takes a more petulant, demanding tone. You feel her hands press gently against the back of your head as you stare downwards, watching her waterfall cascade and pirouette through the air before landing with a splash down below. She begins to almost knead your hair like a cat kneading a soft blanket. Her breathing becomes ragged and you feel her lean back and sigh. You hear the impact of the back of her head against the wall of the privy as she rolls her eyes up towards the ceiling in pure erotic ecstasy. Her smell is driving you crazy, penetrating your nostrils and filling your mind. She’s held you from being drenched for so long now, and you’re yearning to do more than just watch. But you know her. While she may deny it for a while, in the end, Cathy always let you have your fill. It’s just so hard to resist… But both Cathy and you know that for a container this big, even if Cathy has more than enough in the tank to overflow it, it would take a very, very long time. You’re almost about to spark a conversation to pass the time, but Cathy does it for you. “Can you believe it? I still need to go, even after all that,” Cathy remarks. “It’s been at least an hour, right? It has to have been. Back in high school, I was aiming to last ten minutes! It’s crazy how much I’ve improved since then. It’s crazy how much more I’ve been able to hold since last week, even!” “How long have we been doing this again?” “Years, at least! That’s all I know. And we’ve had so many good memories. So many… hot memories…” Cathy trails off, lost in remembrance. “Remember the time we ate out at that tavern to celebrate our graduation, and I drank too much and didn’t realize until it was too late? How the privy was all occupied and there was this huge line? You had to take me out back so that I could pee in the bushes in the alleyway… I remember how you stood in front of me so that the people passing by on the road wouldn’t look into the alley and see me while I went! That was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” “Oh, and remember that time where you dared me to drink that entire pitcher and then ride out into the country on a bump carriage to see how far I’d get? I don’t remember how far we actually got… but I do remember that I was squirming and fidgeting for hours until the wagon hit a huge stone and made me lose control,” she says, her words getting faster and more breathless. She’s squirming now, too, rubbing her thighs against the sides of your head and squeezing them intermittently. By now the entire floor of the toilet is covered, and the water is steadily rising. As she recalls those events, you remember too. “So I had to run to the back of the carriage and pee off the end and onto the road as we moved forwards! You held me to make sure I didn’t fall off, and we just kept going and going and going! I must have left a trail at least a mile long by the time I was done. Well, that’s hyperbole, but I went for a really, really long time. It still turns me on when I think about it.” “Oh! And do you remember that time where we went to the beach and you wanted to dig a pit so that you could sit it in and cover yourself up until only your head was above the ground? But I had too many drinks the night before and being near the ocean made me so desperate that I couldn’t even make it all the way down to the ocean in time before I burst? I ended up sitting in the pit instead! I filled it up and we had to cover it with sand to make sure that nobody got suspicious why there was this pit full of pee sitting there in the middle of the beach! You remember that, right? Of course you do! It was so sexy feeling myself squirt all over the place and flood my bikini… and it was even hotter when you had to dry me off afterwards! I was so soaked, and you had to rub every part of my body to get it off… I wish we could do that again sometime…” Cathy’s words flow out of her mouth like the torrent that spills out from under her. So aroused that even conscious thought and coherent sentences are hard to put together for her, Cathy continues to rant and recollect every fun little “accident” you and her had together over the years. It goes on and on, with Cathy’s legs shaking, twitching, shuddering, vibrating, and kicking every time she gets another rush of pure lust and relief. The sound of her pee splashing down into the privy gets deeper and deeper the fuller it gets. The water rises gradually, but even after over an hour of peeing, Cathy shows absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Eventually, when Cathy runs out of stories to tell, she simply slumps back against the wall and pants like a dog, letting her tongue roll out and her mouth open wide. A couple more minutes pass and finally the privy is filled to the brim with Cathy’s unbridled pee. She finally opens her legs wide enough for you to pull your head back and take a huge gulp of fresh air. You fall back onto the floor, gasping as her intense smell fades away. She does the same, letting out a huge sigh of relief and staring down at her handiwork. There’s so much that it’s enough to bathe in, or even swim in. She rubs her bladder contentedly. It’s almost too much pleasure. The endless ecstasy that comes with Cathy’s endless pee is driving her feral. She has to remind herself to pace herself, and to not get too carried away again. She slowly gets up from her seat, rubbing her read end. After an hour of sitting, it’s gotten a little sore. You brush yourself off as well and check the time. 11:30 pm, which means that you two have spent another hour in the bathroom together. “Ready for round four?” Cathy says, helping you up. “Four? You’re not done?” “I wouldn’t have used the bathroom if I didn’t know that I’d still have lots more to spare after I was done!” the skunk girl says, lifting her tail and wagging it like a dog. “I know you want to get peed on. And I’ve been keeping you waiting for hours. You’ve been so good, holding yourself back like that. I know you just wanted to be under all that pee the whole time. Well, I think it’s time I reward you!” Excited, you follow Cathy up the stairs and into the residential part of the building. The second floor of the store is dedicated to Cathy herself, and includes her bedroom among other things. You enter her room to be greeted by rows and rows of potted flowers, candles, and tiny bottles all arranged in neat arrays on light wooden desks. The entire room carries a cottagecore aesthetic, with bright white curtains and lights adoring the windows. A large fur rug is spread out on the floor in front of a queen-size bed with an incredibly comfy-looking fur blanket. “Lie down on the rug,” Cathy says, pushing you down gently. You acquiesce to her demand, kneeling down and then spreading yourself out on the rug, supine. Cathy kneels down with you, crawling forwards until she’s straddling your chest, facing you. She shifts forwards, until she’s sitting on top of your face. You get a faceful of that wonderful Cathy scent as she softly grinds her pussy into your mouth with quiet moans and shivers. “Oh, I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I am going to soak you. I’m going to drench you. I’m going to cover you in piss into you can swim in the puddle. I’m going to make every inch of your body undeniably soggy. I’m going to piss and piss and piss until you’re hot and sticky and wet all over. This is how skunk girls like us mark our territory. I’m not going to just spray you, I’m going to take my scent and lather you in it until you can’t smell anything else. I’m not just going to squirt a little bit of stinky fluid out of my ass and leave you with a smell that’ll go away in a few days, I’m going to make my scent soak you to the bone so hard that you’ll be smelling like me for weeks! I’m going to make it loud and clear that you are my precious little toilet, and I’m going to fill you up like I do with every other toilet I use.” Cathy takes a deep breath, and continues to pant. She wipes the sweat off her brow, but there’s no getting rid of the rosy color in her cheeks as she blushes furiously. “H-how was that?” she says, suddenly shy. “I-I’ve been practicing my dirty talk, you know. I hope that’s what you wanted to hear. Here it comes!” You brace for your mouth to be filled in a second with a relentless gushing burst of pee, but when Cathy’s muscles relax, all that comes out is a steady and slow trickle. “Don’t worry. I can maintain some… rational thought, even when I get too excited,” Cathy reassures you. “I’m not going to hurt you or drown you. I’m going to… take it slow so that you can drink. Then we’ll turn it back up again when I pee all over you.” As the liquid hits your tongue, you notice a barely-perceptible soft tangy flavor, almost bitter in a sense, salty in another. You lap at it greedily as it flows easily down your throat little bit little. Cathy presses her lips onto you, leaning forwards and planting her hands down on both sides of your head. Your tongue inches forwards until you penetrate her soaking slit, warmth and soft wetness surrounding you completely and coating your entire face with her skunk girl scent. It’s as hot as an oven between her legs, and her endless stream cascades down over the top of your tongue and into your esophagus, like freshwater trickling down a Roman aqueduct. You stick your tongue as far in as you can, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze the sides of your heads with her damp, hot thighs. You can feel her entire body vibrating with pleasure as she takes her hands and rubs the top of your head with them, ruffling your hair. “Y-yes, that’s a good flower,” Cathy soothes, pressing even further deeper into your tongue. “Take it all in. Drink every… last… drop…” She brushes a tuft of hair out of your face, and leans down slightly to look you in the eyes. Her eyes are teary from relief, and her cheeks are soaked from happy tears. She’s still panting, but this time she’s close enough that you can feel her hot breath swirling all around you. “That’s it… gently now, suck it all out… you deserve this reward,” she coos as you shift your tongue inside her, causing her to yelp and squeeze for a second. “Mmmhh~” She suddenly grabs both sides of your head and brings her own face as closer as she can without getting up from her seat on your face. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years, and putting up with my freakiness,” she bites her lip, and it’s hard to tell if the glistening droplets around her eyes are from relief or affection or both. Cathy continues to hold onto your head, staring into your eyes and breathing heavily. She takes one hand and brushes her fingertips across your skin in the gentlest of motions, tracing the outline of your features with a loving caress. She holds your cheeks in her hands and cradles them together. One minute passes before Cathy’s slow and relaxed trickle quiets down and stops. She pulls back, your tongue slipping smoothly out of her with an unimaginably wet squelching sound, and stands up, still straddling you. Her stance is extremely unsteady, and her hands are glued to her crotch as her legs wobble and bend. “I-I can’t,” she squeals. “I can’t!” Cathy’s hands get pushed away from her nether regions as the prodigal amount of self-control she had earlier in weakening her stream enough for you to drink is shattered in an instant. The dam breaks completely, as a fifth, new wave of pee comes gushing out unbridled and uncontainable. Mixed in with the giant hissing stream is another white liquid. As fluid flows out of two places at once, Cathy tilts her head back and almost screams in delight. The energy it takes to push everything out of her body at once overcomes her, and the force of orgasming and peeing at the same time makes her lose her balance and drop down to the floor. She presses herself on top of you, spreading herself out until she’s lying on top of you in a vertical embrace. Her face ends up right next to yours, and without hesitation she pushes her mouth onto yours, filling your mouth with hot, panting breaths. She takes both of your hands in hers and squeezes tightly. Every inch of her body is vibrating rapidly, and you have to clench her palms in yours to keep her hands from shaking around too much. An immense force pushes into your body, like trying to press your hand up against a running garden hose. Cathy wraps her thighs and legs around your leg like a pole, shoving her pussy against your thigh and causing the extreme force of her pee to make her stream split in all directions and fly across the rug. It’s unspeakably loud, too, with an incessant hissing that fills the entire room with the sound of her relief. You can almost swear that it could be heard outside the building, and that it’s almost even shaking the building itself with how hard she’s releasing. In no time, a massive puddle starts to form on the floor, and your back, which is pressed against it, is already sopping wet and fully stained by her urine. You have to fight to hold Cathy steady as she squirms like a worm, simply unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second. “I love you!” she whispers frantically into your ear, pushing her mouth right up against it so that her warm breath flows into it and penetrates your brain. “I love you I love you I love you- Aaah!” Completely surrounded by nothing but Cathy, with thoughts only of her, you let your eyes close as you melt into the sensation of her lips against yours. She pumps your lungs full with her own exhalation, filling your chest and stomach with warmth. Once again, Cathy’s hissing deluge pours out of her bladder as she dumps gallons of pee onto you. The puddle spreads until it completely surrounds you, and due to the massive spray, every single inch of your body quickly becomes saturated with pee. Droplets drip down all parts of your body, and all parts of Cathy’s as well. Her skirt has become entirely soaked and hangs down from her hips like a sopping wet towel. Even her face and her hair eventually become damp. This drags on for minutes and minutes, and you feel the floor under you become oversaturated as well. You imagine that at least some of her urine must be dripping down into the floor and then out the ceiling of the first floor down below. You can imagine how, if you stood on the ground floor and looked up, you could see a giant wet patch in the ceiling dripping down onto your head. Ever so slowly, Cathy’s heart and breathing slowly begin to turn to a more normal pace as she closes her eyes and lets her weight rest on you. Her pee still leaks out at an astronomical rate, but it becomes less of a forceful gushing spray and more akin to pouring a gallon of liquid down a drain. The feeling of her warmth wrapping around yours like a cozy blanket is almost enough to put you to sleep. Cathy begins to slowly stop shaking and become steadier and more stable. Soon enough, she decides to cut off her stream once more so that her bedroom doesn’t become completely flooded. After stopping, she takes a deep breath and slowly peels herself off you. The wet cum that she squirted out and drenched you with makes parts of your clothes stick to hers. She sits up, causing ripples in the giant puddle she’s created. “This is by far the best time we’ve had together,” she sighs contently. “I was so overloaded with pleasure – I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.” “But I’m calmer now. And look how dirty we are! We’re both completely soaked. I hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me.” You look at your watch, and it reads 12:30 AM. Past midnight. The intense, abject flood that Cathy unleashed on you makes it clear that you wouldn’t be able to go home so dripping wet. It’s certain that you’re going to have to stay the night. “It’s so late,” Cathy says, echoing your thoughts. “I can’t believe that I lasted so long. You want to sleep together?” Cathy gestures to her bed. Several droplets fly off of her fingertips. You raise your head up and nod. “Well, what do you say to a nice, warm bath to relax and wind down after so much fun?” Cathy suggests. “I have lots of things for baths. It would be perfect to clean ourselves up a bit before we go to bed.” When you get into Cathy’s bathroom, you realize that strangely, there is no barrel or bucket of water to fill up the bathtub. You start to wonder how exactly Cathy is going to fill the bathtub with no water, when she closes the door behind you and locks it. Whatever thoughts you have are interrupted by her pulling you close to her. “Peeing so much and getting so aroused took a lot out of me. It feels like I peed out every ounce of energy I had left. I’m sooooo tired,” she says with a seductive smile. “I’m so tired, I need you to undress me.” You’re tired too, but an offer like that you simply can’t resist. You start with the top first, reaching under the edge of Cathy’s crop top and pulling it upwards. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves for you as you pull it over her head and discard it. Underneath, she’s wearing her thin white undershirt that’s incredibly see-through. It even shows the outline of her bra through the fabric. The undershirt is next to go, leaving her in nothing but a top and a dripping wet skirt. You bend down to waist level and slowly drop the skirt, wriggling it around her legs as it sticks to her thighs. It flops to the ground with an audible thump due to the weight of the liquid saturating it. Then, you reach up and remove her bra, and Cathy stands naked before you. She giggles, turning around and showing off. “My turn,” she whispers in your ear, before slowly and teasingly undressing you as well. She makes sure to drag her fingertips against the surface of your most sensitive parts, delicate enough to make you shiver. After both of you are undressed, Cathy enters the tub, which is built into the end of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by walls. Sitting against the wall on the side of the tub and stretching her legs forwards and apart, she gestures for you to come and sit between them. You do, it dawning on you just what’s going to come next. As you take your seat between Cathy’s legs, you feel her arms wrap around you and pull you back into her chest in a loving embrace. She rests her head on your shoulder and leans it against the side of yours, nestling it within the space between your chin and your shoulder. “Now I get to pamper you all I want,” she whispers in your ear, her lips brushing against the very tip of your earlobe. “Come on, lean back into me and close your eyes. I’m going to make you feel heavenly for how good you made me feel earlier.” As you do so, Cathy presses her lips against the soft part of you neck, sighing as the smell of ammonia acutely grows stronger. You feel a sudden spurt of warmth against your back, as little streams of liquid crawl around the curves of your bodies, trickling into the tub. “Again?” “Mmmh…” is all Cathy says in reply as she slumps back against the wall and cradles you in her arms, pulling you back and massaging your shoulders with her nimble fingers. You drop them as they relax, and you melt into her embrace as she lets the contents of her bladder empty out once more into the tub. It’s a slow, steady stream, sounding more like the trickle of a water flowing down a bamboo pipe into a miniature pond. There’s none of that ecstatic, manic force gushing out of her anymore, but you can still feel the pleasure she’s experiencing ripple through the inside of her body and her core. While still peeing, Cathy reaches over towards a bottle that lies on the edge of the tub and opens it, pouring a bit of shampoo on her hands. She rubs them together as they make a slick, slippery sound, and then kneads your hair deeply with the suds. The crunchy, soft texture of the bubbles against your scalp are just what you need to cool down after such an intense activity together. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as you lie back and let Cathy take care of you. Tingles run throughout your body as you close your eyes and let your other senses melt your worries away. The crunchy, undulating sound of Cathy shampooing your hair, the soft refuge of Cathy’s arms, the warmth pooling around your waist, the smell of ammonia, salt, and musk, mixed with a sweet scent, a refreshing, cool herbal tang, and a soapy, candy-like aroma… they all swirl around you. After shampooing your hair, Cathy takes another, smaller bottle, and opens the cap. Underneath it is a rotating metal ball attached to the container, wet with the aromatic oil inside. She takes the bottle and presses the ball against your skin, rotating it and sliding it across your body like an artist’s paintbrush. She does so until your limbs, face, and abdomen are coated in a very thin layer of aromatic oil. It’s a heavenly, unique scent. The blissful, natural, delicate smell of Cathy’s oils, and the raw, feral, sensual scent of Cathy herself and her bodily fluids. Eventually, the clear, off-white liquid fills the tub enough for your legs and your own nether regions to become submerged in steaming hot Cathy fluid. You shudder as the pee rises just above your genitals, as Cathy takes her own delicate fingers and pushes them between your legs, feeling around your genitalia and splashing around. It’s a gentle, soothing touch as she rubs up and down the surface of your privates. With her other hand, she flips open a bottle of soap. She takes a moment to pour a heavy amount into her hands, and then gets to work covering your entire body, especially your lower region, in a copious amount of suds and bubbles. Cathy continues to do this for a considerable amount of time, until the bathtub slowly begins to fill to the brim over the course of several minutes. She does this while whispering in your ears the entire time with positive affirmations and loving words. Sometimes, she simply moves her lips, letting her gentle breath melt against your ears. She takes yet another bottle and lathers the substance on her hands before pressing her palms against your temples. She takes her thumbs and her index fingers and presses softly into the pressure points on your face, drawing the oil across your face, coating it in a facial mask. “Keep your eyes closed,” she soothes, turning her head to the side to allow room for you to rest your head on her shoulders. You persist in a state of almost-limbo, completely relaxed by Cathy’s care. Several more minutes pass until Cathy finishes filling up the tub with her golden liquid. As she shuts off her stream, she giggles as the warm bubbly pressure you feel behind you subsides. She wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close like a little kid hugging their teddy bear. She pulls you far back enough that only your head remains above the surface. The entirety of your body otherwise is completely submerged. It’s almost like a hot tub, the warmth pervading every inch of your skin. The steam constantly rising up from the bath flits through your nostrils and makes you a little fuzzy. Cathy reaches forwards into the tub of urine and weaves her fingers through it, near the surface. She cups both of her hands and lifts them out of the water as you watch her pee drip down noisily, clinging to the back of her hands and cascading down her arms. She repeats this a few times, drawing handfuls of her own pee out of the water and watching it fall back down, causing faint undulating ripples. You reach out and grab her hands, intertwining yours and hers as you play with the clear, faintly-scented liquid. Together you collect handfuls only to hear the sound of it flowing back down into the water, like a chef lifting ladles out of a steaming pot of soup. Now that the two of you are relaxed, you can slow down enough to have a chat. You absentmindedly slosh each other’s arms around the tub while you catch each other up on what happened between when you saw each other last and now. While the pee is still warm, Cathy asks you to clean her up as well. You take the time to use the same bath supplies that she used, filling her hair with suds and bubbles. She blushes intensely as you rub her body delicately with her soap, but makes no resistance. You trace her small shoulders and chest, down to her soft belly and warm hips. As you move your arms around, she grasps onto them, perching her hands on top of your forearms and wrists like clothes draping from a clothesline. After you’re satisfied with your accomplishment, you draw your hands away from Cathy, only to have her pull you back close. She tells to you close your eyes once more and bow your head. You hear a sloshing sound as Cathy takes a large empty cup from the stand beside the bath and dips it into the pee, filling the cup to the brim in one sweeping motion. She takes the cup above your head and slowly tilts it downwards, causing a cascade of pee to rain down on top of your head and carry the suds with it down back into the bath. She pours and pours and pours until the cup runs empty, and then she dips it into the contents of the bath and repeats. A few quiet minutes pass as you feel the sticky, slightly salty substance slide every which way down your head. All the suds are now gone, and it’s your turn to take the cup and drench Cathy in her own warm nectar. She looks up obediently, shutting her eyes. Even though she is pressed against the wall, her tail still continues to wiggle back and forth in pleasure. You fill the cup, marveling at how every single drip that surrounds and submerges you came from deep inside Cathy herself. With the cup of pee, you pour it down directly onto Cathy’s face, watching as it splashes on her pristine features and tickles down, intertwining with her hair and sliding down her soft body. You take you hands and rub her scalp some more, making sure to get all of the suds off of her and into the foamy urine bath below. Once you both are finished, you decide that you should probably get out of the bath before the steam and heat get to you. Cathy agrees, and you both stand up out of the water, causing a massive ripple and sloshing sound to echo throughout the bathroom. It sounds so deep, hearing the incredible amount of urine undulate and collapse in on itself with a booming splash. Both Cathy and you step out of the tub, grabbing the towels hanging on the rack beside the bath and unfolding them. While you stand, countless amounts of urine slithers down your bodies and pools under your feet. Cathy turns over and unplugs the drain. You stare at the still-full bath as it drains noisily down. Even with an opening as wide as Cathy’s drain, it still takes several minutes for the entirety of the bath to empty. And yet, Cathy was able to release all this with an opening that was miniscule compared to the drain. You watch it swirl about, circling the drain before pouring in. While you do, Cathy takes her towel and begins using it to dry you. She repeats the same motions that she did when she was lathering you up with soap. Though the towel is rough in texture, she rubs you down gently. You quickly do the same to here at the same time, not wanting her to stay wet for too long. The two of you dry each other from head to toe. However, after the events of tonight, the both of you have been so thoroughly drenched in Cathy’s never-ending pee that there is nothing that the two of you can do to get rid of the pungent smell that emanates from every inch of both of your bodies. Thankfully, Cathy is still shivering, but not from cold. A warm smile lights her face. “I guess we’ll be sleeping naked tonight,” she says as she picks up you two’s still-drenched clothes and moves to hang them out to dry on her balcony. The outside air is chilly, so she does it quickly. By the time she comes back, you’re already in her bed, pulling the covers over. It’s toasty and comfy underneath. If only your bed was as comfortable as Cathy’s. She comes in from the balcony and quietly slips under the covers next to you. You can feel the warmth of her body pressing into you. It’s a fuzzy feeling, a melting feeling. A feeling like no other. She cuddles you as she pushes herself halfway on top of you and wraps her arms around your back. She presses her face directly up against yours, and looks you lovingly in the eyes. “Should I wet the bed?” she asks. “What?” “I’m joking, I’m joking,” she giggles, before promptly falling asleep in your arms.
  13. The spring mornings are always in the cooler side. It becomes a little hot later in the day but apart from that its a very comfortable weather. When Itsuki woke up in such a slightly cool and comforting morning it made him feel not only lazy but also super drowsy. So much so that he ended up falling back asleep. When he woke up again his father has already left to see his mother, leaving him some breakfast. Him getting up late wasn't a problem today as it was the weakend. After having breakfast in peace he got up and cleaned his dishes and the huge mess his father made just to prepare the most simplest breakfast imaginable while making a mental note of never letting him walk into the kitchen again! When he was finally done it was already 11. He glanced at the watch with indifferent eyes before pulling out his phone and calling Aoi. The phone didn't make more than 2 rings and it was already picked up. Itsuki wasn't slightest bit surprised at this and said with his usual laid back tone "when are you coming?" On the other side it was quite noisy so Aoi was probably on her way over already. She didn't bother to answer him and went streight for the main topic, "did you do what I told you to do?" This time Itsuki paused on his tracks for a second and pursed his lips slightly. Not hearing anything from the other side Aoi asked again, "you forgot didn't you? Hahaha, well that's okay infact I was about to call you to tell you to wait for me. You can start when I get there. I will be there soon so wait for me okay!" She cut the phone without even bothering to hear his answer. Itsuki put down the phone on the dinning table and sat down in one of the chairs. He had indeed forgotten the promise he made to her last Saturday. She will be here soon and once she is here he will have to do what they promised the loser of the match they played will do. He didn't even know why he agreed to such conditions. He let out a soft sigh thinking that it was no use crying over spilt milk. He had the nerves to challenge her in a match so he should also have the nerves to keep his promise. He got up from the chair and went to the refrigerator. It may be cool in the mornings but when thirsty, nothing hits the spot better than cold water. He took out a bottle. Mixed it with room temperature water and drank a few mouthful. Even though Aoi told him to wait, for some reason he had a bad feeling about this so he went ahead and drank almost the whole bottle before Aoi arrived. Upon arriving the first thing that entered her eyes was the empty bottle on the table and she frowned slightly, "didn't I tell you to wait for me. I really wanted to see you get started." A sudden shudder went down his spine as he started feeling thankful for his sixth sences. "You really can't stop being a creep for even a second!?" Aoi grinned at him, went near the sink and filled the bottle herself before handing it to him. "I am not a creep. I just want to see it from the very beginning. From the water slowly entering your system to you slowly getting desperate until you can't help it anymore and just-" Itsuki couldn't bear to listen anymore so he received the bottole and interrupted her with "Let's start with the homework." Aoi only smiled at him and didn't continue. He himself knew it wasn't going to get anywhere anytime soon with one of such a small bottle but he still couldn't bring himself to drink it after knowing that he will soon be someone's eye candy even if that someone was his girlfriend. He put down the bottle and let out a small sight. Aoi who has been staring at him extended her hand to get the bottle back and said "Do you want me to help you so it won't be as embarrassing anymore?" Before he could figure out, exactly how was she gonna 'help' him drink water, he was gently pushed into the chair behind him. But the kiss that landed on his lips afterwards was not so gentle, a bit fierce even. The water Aoi took in her mouth before kissing him, slowly slid down his throat but most of the water was spilled from the gap of their mouths. Even after all the water was gone Aoi didn't cease the force of the kiss. At first Itsuki was caught off-guard but he also co-operated soon enough. By the time they seperated both of them were a panting mess. Aoi was now sitting on Itsuki's lap without both of them realising. Itsuki was still pondering over the fact that "Oh! how less embarrassing it really was than he drinking it himself!" with his fiery red ears, when he saw Aoi about to 'help' him drink some more water. He hurriedly reached over his hand and snached the bottole. Putting the other hand on Aoi's waist he said "That's enough I will drink it myself." Aoi gave a satisfied grin looking at his savored look before finally leaving her VIP seat. They were sitting in the dinning room doing their homework, Aoi occasionally asking questions she didn't understand. Almost Two hours passed by without any trouble. Aoi asked Itsuki while helping him gather the papers together after they were done"do you need to go yet?" ".....yeah.....A little I suppose." "Hahaha and how much is "a little" supposed to mean? Tell me in a scale of 1 to 10?" "4 maybe?" Itsuki said with hesitation. Aoi made an understanding noise and went to put the papers in her bag when she heard Itsuki say," How about we move to my room?" Aoi Turned towards him,"oh! Of course. You wouldn't want to wet yourself and be seen by your parents right? That will be one hell of a hard situation to explain." "........" He sometimes wondered for what god for shaken reason was he dating this kind of person. Even dating a dog would have been better than this shameless wrench. Aoi could almost read all the above words from his expression alone and burst into laughing. Not being able to take it anymore Itsuki decided to stay away from this thing for the time being. He got up and went upstairs by himself deciding on which movies they should watch. Soon he was followed after by Aoi. The door of his room closed and they got themselves comfortable on Itsuki's bed. The bed was attached to one of the walls in the room. Itsuki put his back against the wall and put on the movie. Aoi being the do- oh worse than dog person she was, lied on Itsuki's lap despite knowing full well how hard it will soon be for Itsuki in this position with his slowly growing need. Itsuki stated at her speechlessly before letting her do whatever hell she wanted with a sight of defeat, after all either way the end result will still be the same with him making a mess of himself. 30 minites into the movie Aoi felt Itsuki squirm around more frequently. She looked up at him,"feeling uncomfortable? Need me to get up?" "No. Its fine....For now at least." Even though Itsuki said that Aoi could feel him becoming more restless by the minuite. She again looked up at him. After a while she got up and sat infront of him blocking his view to the telivision. By now Itsuki had to close his legs hard if he wanted to have full control of his body but of course Aoi won't allow him to do that. She slid her body Between his legs one of her hands at the side of his neck cherishing it lightly. "How much?" "...about 7" "Oh! That was fast. I though it was going to take you a whole day." Aoi was smiling but Itsuki could detect the sarcastic tone in her words. "Well it's not something I have control over." "Mmn, that's true. I have never really seen you loose your cool before so I am a bit impatient maybe?" While she talked Aoi's hand went to his nape and suddenly Itsuki's body became tensed. He was suddenly a bit breathless. Itsuki felt her hands sliding further down his spine over his clothes just the way he liked it when he was receiving a massage while relaxing but relaxing wasn't really something he was looking forward to right now. He unconsciously arched his back. One of is hand landed on Aoi's shoulder. If he exerted even a little pressure Aoi will stop all her actions. That's how it has always been. As someone like Itsuki who didn't like to express his emotions most of time, he made small gestures. Luckily all these small gestures were noticed by Aoi without any miss. The moment he feels uncomfortable Aoi will never push him any farther. But he doesn't seem to not like it enough to stop just yet and instead see what happens next. Aoi waited for a bit but the sign she anticipated never came. So while surprised she felt a bit touched. She maintained her position as if waiting for something. It was a rare moment for Itsuki to take the initiative to express himself properly and Aoi wanted to give him as much time as possible. Just when she was about say something to him the sound of people downstairs startled the both of them. Itsuki looked at Aoi with his usual expressionless face. Aoi:"......" All the emotions in his eyes that were there just seconds ago seem to have been nothing but a small dream, disappearing without a single trace. Aoi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the mood, she had manged to set up by going through rain and storms was ruined just like that. So she focused on calming herself first. Aoi: "...Looks like...your parents are back." Itsuki: "Hmn" They sat where they were without moving for a while when Itsuki's father called him down. Itsuki honestly doubted that today everyone was competing over who can give him a harder time. He let out a sight before getting up. But before he could fully stand up panic flashed in his face and he quickly sat back down in his previous position. Aoi was a bit surprised but looking at his expression and the way he shut his legs tightly not moving at all she soon followed. Aoi: "Umn...its okay I will....go down" Itsuki just pursed his lips and didn't say anything, only nodded his head in response. Aoi hurried downstairs. Itsuki's parents were used to seeing her around so they weren't surprised. Itsuki's father asked how she was doing and how were her studies going and how were her parents doing and all the usual questions. All Aoi just wanted to finish the conversation soon and go upstairs. It didn't seem like it willl be ending anytime soon though. Itsuki's mother asked "what is that son of mine doing? Why didn't he come down with you?" "....." While lying itself wasn't really a problem but lying to her future mother-in-law was a bit.....hard. Though its not like she can tell the real reason why her precious son couldn't come down," I actually came here because we needed to finish our assignments. So he said he will come down after he is done." "That's very much like him. Okay, then how about I send you two somthing to eat later?" Aoi almost chocked on air hearing Itsuki's father's kind proposal. She hurriedly refused " N-no need. It won't take us much longer and we will come down right after anyway so please don't bother." When Aoi finally came upstairs again the sight that greeted her was Itsuki sitting on the floor a short distance away from the bed as though the bed had traumatized him somehow, legs tightly closed together and his phone in his hand. The phone part is probably to distract his thoughts from his desperation. "Done?" He asked as he heard the sound of door opening. "Yeah. Why did you get down from the bed?" Itsuki chose not to answer her. Aoi sat close to him. She couldn't tell from a distance but from this close it was more than clear how desperate Itsuki was. Aoi also started to feel a bit restless and leand over to kiss him. After what felt like forever Itsuki felt Aoi put slight distence between them as their lips parted. He stared at Aoi with his blurred vision probably because of the psychological tears from both the kiss and his desperation. Aoi got closer to him and asked in a whisper "How much?" Itsuki was busy catching his breath and only answered after a while "can we stop that." "Haha sure. Whatever you say." Aoi moved back and got up on the bed. "Here, get up" Itsuki: " ......" Itsuki "not in the bed. Cleaning up will be a real pain." "Its okay. I will clean it all up." She empathized the 'all' part. Even though what she said was to help him, Itsuki felt like there was something terribly wrong with her wording, "I am not getti-Ah!" Before he could finish his words he felt a strong tug on his collour and he almost lost all control over his bladder then and there. He glared at Aoi with the most fierce face he could muster in this situation though for now it probably only makes him look all the more miserable. "You are forgetting who is in disadvantage right now." Aoi said with a sly tone. Ituki really wanted to murder her right about now but she was right. He is the one in disadvantage right now. So after sitting still on the floor for a while he slowly got up, about to climb on the bed when his hands were being tugged again. This time the force didn't stop halfway and got him to almost totally lie down on the bed. Itsuki would have let out a surprised sound if he didn't cover his mouth with his hands. But it did nothing to hide his panic as his other hand was forcefully pressing at his inner thigh. That hand was soon mercilessly moved by Aoi who got on top of him. She again kissed him as fiercely as ever while one of her hands went down rubbing between his inner thighs but always missing a certain sensitive spot in the middle. Being tortured like this Itsuki couldn't take it anymore he was about to get up when he felt his body become heavy. Turns out Aoi had put all her body weight on him. One of her hands now circling around his waist pushing it upwards while the kissing went on. Itsuki had a slim but well built body. After touching him for the first time Aoi could already tell his clothes were doing a great job, making him look like a noddle. But the only part of his body his clothes couldn't deceive people about was his waste. It looked slim and it actually was thin! Holding him around the waist was comfortable to the point of addiction. It was Itsuki who turned his head first putting an end to their kissing. While he was trying to catch his breath he felt Aoi's tongue around his lips only then did his brain register the metalic taste in his mouth. It wasn't clear who bit who first but it was now Aoi who was cleaning up for the both of them since Itsuki wasn't really in any position to do anything at all. The tongues moved down his chin and to his neck. Ituki was felling overwhelmed. With the pressure in his abdomen and the way Aoi's jeans was rubbing against his abdomen which was seperated from Aoi by only a soft textured thin sweater, it was all too much but at the same time not quite enough. Ituki: "Ahh ....d-don't rub so...h-hard." Itsuki felt forming a single sentence was harder than when he was first learning to talk. He felt too stimulated. It was a different kind of stimulation. Totally different from orgasm. It was something more fierce, something more urgent. Aoi raised only her face to see his face and gave him a small smile, "relax a little. Your muscles are so tensed." Itsuki though Aoi definitely didn't realise how close he was to literally flooding the bed. However with Aoi not giving him any break he couldn't catch his breath to tell her that. Aoi lowered her head and licked at the tears that fell from Itsuki's eyes. She pressed her body down with a bit more force and Itsuki felt his breath hitch he raised his body as much as possible in that position and held onto Aoi's shoulder as if it was his last straw of life. He got close to Aoi's ears and whispered in her ears,"hah...ahh s...st..op." Aoi was a bit taken aback but soon realised what he said and stopped moving right away. She was about to quickly move back and check if Itsuki was okay but just as she took back the pressure she was putting on Itsuki with her whole body she was pushed back on the bad in a almost sitting position. It was now Aoi's turn to be surprised. Being pushed like this all of a sudden she quickly balanced herself with her hands when she saw Itsuki get up and sit on her laps. Itsuki was still as breathless as earlier. His eyes were misty, lips bitten to the point it was red and seemed painfull even just from looking. Seeing him bullied to this point Aoi didn't have the heart to push him back down. She just kept looking at him with a dazed expression. It was then when she saw his lips move. No sound came out but he seemed to be wanting to tell her something with all his might. His breathing became heavier by the second. Finally it seemed like he have had enough, he let out a small moan and leaned forward resting his head on Aoi's sholder. Soon after Aoi heard a hissing sound. It started off as low and then got lowered. Aoi felt a warm sensetion spreading between her legs and and a stream of liquid hitting her abdomen. Itsuki was sticking very close to her so while she couldn't see it, she would be a dumb bitch if she couldn't tell what the hell he was doing here. Itsuki's breath was hitting her ears and while he wasn't verbal about it the relief he was feeling was quite obvious with the small sights he was letting out occasionally accompanied with very light moans. Aoi was thankful that Itsuki turned off the movie before she came to his room before , otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hear these honey dripping sounds he was making. It seemed like forever till the stream slowed and finally died down. Itsuki was still slump over Aoi's sholder. His breathing had calmed down by a lot now. Aoi: " You......you did that on purpose didn't you?" Itsuki didnt say anything and just when she thought he was ignoring her again Itsuki finally finished the sentence he couldn't say earlier " I told you, I don't want to clean up the bed. So If I do it on top if you, for once you can be useful and let your clothes absorb most of it." Itsuki's voice was still a bit hoarse and he was talking in a low voice. It tickled Aoi's ears pulling a string in her heart. She felt like if this little devil doesn't stops soon she might do something terrible to him. Itsuki slowly got up. He had no intention to look at the bed, at Aoi or even at himself. He simply went to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes for both him and Aoi. But of course him having a dog girlfriend, she would not let it pass just like that. "Y'know, you did say that if you do it on top of me you will make a smaller mess but damn, look at the bed. How were you even able to contain so much in that flat stomach of yours?" As usual Itsuki pretended that there was only him and air in the room but looking at his blood red ears it was pretty obvious how he feels about this whole bladder capacity thing. When Ituki got out after taking a quick shower Aoi was still letting out small laughs . Itsuki honestly didn't know what to say at this point. His eyes fell on the bed that was already cleaned up by Aoi while he was on the shower and once again felt his ears heat up. Then his eyes fell on Aoi's soaked jeans that she still......HAD ON!? "Why the hell have you not taken your clothes off yet!?" "I also need a shower so I might as well change after the shower right?" Itsuki didn't want to talk on this subject anymore but it would be a lie to say he isn't amazed how unaffected she is with someone else's urine on herself. Itsuki put his clothes in the washing machine and waited for Aoi to finish changeing. Then put her clothes in together with the sheets. When everything was finally done it was already lunchtime. Itsuki went down stairs with Aoi following closely behind. _ _ _ They were making small talk while eating when Itsuki's father suddenly asked, "Aoi why did you change your clothes all of a sudden?" Everyone in the room: "......." It's not like Itsuki's mother didn't notice it but she just couldn't seem to being it up but now her dear husband achieved what she couldn't. Aoi gave a nervous laughter. she was about to give an excuse when she heard Itsuki say, " she spilled water on herself" Seemingly very used to his father's obliviousness. And that topic ended right there. But not for Aoi. The guilt of dirtying the white lotus of the family who were so good to her was too much for her to enjoy the meal in front of her. _ _ _ "It was the most awkward lunch I have ever had in my entire dog life life." Aoi though as she waved goodbye to Itsuki from the bus window. The sun was already setting. The sky had an orange shade while broken clouds were floating by here and there. Aoi felt a bit drowsy. She leand on the window glass and looked at the sky. Today was one hell of a day for her. But she was pretty much satisfied with everything expect for one thing. It took her a lot of effort to be alone with Itsuki like this. Being able to spend time with just the two of them is no less rare than seeing a white peacock. In such circumstances when Itsuki finally seem to show a new side of himself they wre interrupted. She felt a bit sad. But leaving that aside she still got to see a whole new side of him. Aoi looked at herself in the reflection of the window," Yup. Smiling like a creep just as he said." She thought it was okay. The side of Itsuki she couldn't see today it will be a treat for later. She will open this pretty wrapping slowly and with much care in the future. There is no need to rush. There is a whole life ahead of them. 🌸🌸🌸 Note: hello everyone. The two character in this chapter are actually from a novel I was thinking of writing but who knows if I will ever be able finish writing it.....
  14. Here’s another story. All characters are adults in college, though I don’t mention their ages. I just want to make that clear, since some of the behaviors of characters are immature. ———————————————————— Hiking with My Crush Gosh, Casey is so.. pretty.. Her small, cute olive nose and cheek bones lightly scattered with faint-brown freckles. My hearts beckons out of my chest just thinking about giving it a peck. And her hair: gosh, when her white smile stretches from ear to ear during her easily-induced chuckles, her light-brown tendrils unlatching from behind her ears to the front of her face, framing it as her hair falls to her jaws. Oooo, I don’t even know which part of her is better?! How cou— “Tony?! Tony?!” “H-huh, w-w-whu—“ “I said: ‘Are you ready to go, Tony?—already lost, why am I not surprised..” “Oh yeah, of course! I’m ready: ready Freddy, right Casey?” “Gosh, you’re so lame..” “Okay — here’s the thing — while we’re hiking, you stay all the way over there, yes, over there by Kenny, and I’ll be over here, next to Roger; capeesh?” “Wel—I.. I was thin—“ “Alright guys! Everything’s packed—Elliot don’t forget the map like last time, got freakin’ damn-near lost because of you—“ “Right, says the man who said he knew the trail by heart; don’t worry, Roger, I’ll make sure to totally forget the map just to rub it in your face.” “—the only thing that’s going to be rubbed is your face in the dirt when I shove it into the ground like last time; just get the damn map!” Gosh those two never let up, always bantering and butting their egos together. That shit gets so annoying at times — like when Elliot forgot the map: they kept going back and forth the whole hike, trying to get in the last clever diss; until when we reached the pond and Roger impatiently shoved Elliot into it.. totally wasted the time needed to cover the entire trail and had to go back to the start before it got extremely dark. At least I got to stand next to Casey whilst we watched them wrestle in the pond. Man, she was wearing these light-grey girdle leggings, which made it almost impossible not to look at her perfectly slim thighs: tanned-olive and slim, and her upper inseams almost touching; I tell myself constantly not to stare, but sometimes the trail inclines and I’m right behind her, so my eyes have hardly anywhere else to look upon. Just being next to her— “TONY?! Come on, what is wrong with you!?” “Ahh!—SSSS—why the hell are you punching me for?! “I keep calling and calling, and you just stand there.. lost.. What are ya, deaf?!” Ugh, as pretty as she is, she gets real harsh real quick at times.. “Hey, Kenny, what’s going on?” Yep, the same raised eyebrows as a response. Frankly, I don’t get why Kenny even comes along if he’s gonna act like a wallflower. Gosh, is that why Casey keeps me next to him. No.. I’m no wallflower! We’re thirty minutes into the trail, having cut through forest with relatively little slopes, but after a narrow right turn, we arrived at a steep forty-five-degree incline. The sign nearby says to use the handrails and not the trees roots that branch into the path floor as leverage, but since we ignored that last time, we’ll ignored it this time. The path substantially narrows here, so we have to go up in a single file: first Roger, then Elliot, Casey, I, and Kenny. Forget going one at a time, we just go up slowly together; and once again my eyes have nowhere to go except lay onto Casey’s bare back thighs. I mean, I have to be looking down to watch where I step, but her butt is like right in my face. As much as my brain tells me to stop looking, my heart reassures a short glance should be alright. She decided on dark-blue jean short-shorts this time, hemmed just slightly below the extent of her butt and showing more tanned-olive skin than when she was wearing those leggings. Gosh, her legs are just so.. mm, her thighs as wide as the width of a kickball, without a blemish — apart from a bruise just above her back right knee — her upper thighs slim down to her knees, leaving a gap between them and the upper part, and her calves as mini-footballs and shins slimming down as the thickest end of a baseball bat. Even her feet are cute, though hidden under her short white ankle socks and black athletic shoes: her shoe size is small, probably a five. As she climbs up, it’s impossible not to appreciate her jiggling thighs. Finally we climb to the top, as Casey steps off, her foot catches a branch— “Hey Case—watch out, the branch!!” But I’m too late. Her right foot slides underneath it and she trips forward falling on both of her knees. Her thighs jiggle when they slap shut as she throws her knees together, crashing down on them like so. “Ahh! O-ow!” “He—hey! Are you okay?! Come on, let me help you.” “Thanks Elliot.. damn, that totally caught me off..” ..I froze in my trek, my eyes starring up at her as she had fallen, then helped up and brushed the brown dust off her scrapped knees. She turns around mid-speech to catch me starting at her, and our eyes meet cutting her off.. “..guard..” Since I was at an incline, my head was below her butt. When she fell, my eyes caught something twinkle from between her upper thighs and cascade a few drops down her upper right inseam, glide down out from within and across her lower back thigh, and suspend just at the bruise above her back knee. We stare at each other for five seconds, my mouth opens slightly, which makes her eyes widen, signaling to her that I witnessed what she thought was unseen knowledge that only she possessed: she tinkled into her shorts as she fell. Luckily for her, no drops fell onto the brown dirt, merely remaining clinging to her olive skin. She quickly breaks her stare, turning around and continues to walk, as if ignoring the fact that I just saw her do what she did. “Uhh, Tony..?” Wow, she just peed herself.. that’s hilar— “..Tony..?” “Hu—oh, sorry Kenny: forgot you were behind me..” I climb up the final rest of the incline, my eyes fixed on her backside. ‘You know, she’s given you such a hard time, why don’t you return the favor.’ I shake my head, my revengeful mind yearning to get her back, but my heart has her in a soft spot, overruling my brain. She doesn’t even bother wiping the drops off the back of her right thigh. Make sense as I’m right behind her: she doesn’t want to confirm what I know I saw. After covering much ground, we finally arrive at our pit-stop of the day. There’s an amazing flat area of ground beside a beautiful pond, surrounded by trees, bushes of colorful flowers, and tall grasses. We set up our tents, only for Roger and Elliot to began bickering once again.. “What the hell do ya mean you only brought two?” “What do ya mean ‘what do ya mean’, ya dumbass: two means two tents; you know what two means don’tchya?” “My God, Elliot, I swear you’ve got some kind of brain problems: there’s five of us and two tents. We need three: two for two guys each and one for Casey!” “I swear, Elliot, you ain’t comin’ with us next time..” “Well, I wouldn’t have forgotten if you’d keep pesterin’ me about the map.. “HO— y-you’re blaming me now, aren’t ya..?” Oh God, here we go again. “Hey!” “Hey!” “Roger!— HE—woah, woah, woah, come on! Will. You. Both. Just—Hey, get off of him—STOP!” “Look, I get it, Elliot’s an idiot—“ “—Hey! I’m no—“ “—Let’s just figure out a solution, and it’ll all be fine. Getting on top of Elliot isn’t going magically give us a third tent, Roger!” “So, then, what’re we gonna do then, Tony.. I ain’t sleepin’ outside!” “Ugh, no.. how ‘bout three in one tent, two in the other?” “Hm.. okay. Me, you, and Elliot; Casey and K—“ “No, no! Not with Kenny, give me Roger; so Elliot, Kenny, and Tony.” “No, I ain’t goin’ with you, I need Elliot in my tent.. I need to pummel into that brain of yours—“ “—right, Roger needs some cuddle time with Elliot—“ “—why you.. Tony, come’er—“ “Haha, get away from me, save it for Elliot.. haha..” “Gosh, you guys are so lame..” “Okay, Roger, Kenny, and I—you ain’t got shit on me, Roger, I’d like to see you try..” “So me.. and Casey?” I look at her and a grin ever so slightly creeps out the corner of my mouth, signaling to her a reminder of what I saw earlier. Her eyes beckon back at me with worry. “Guys, come on, you really can’t stick me with Tony—“ I open my mouth just about to retort— “Okay, then take Kenny—“ “No, Elliot, we’ve been there before..” “Then take Tony, what else is there..?” “Roger!?” “Nah.. I ain’t goin’ with Casey. I have a NEED to be with Elliot—Oh, hoo, hoo, can’t wait to pummel the shi— “—Argh, Gosh, these freakin’!..” “Hey, what’s with the mumble and grumble, at least I ain’t Kenny..?” She glares at me and continues mumbling under her breath as the tents get set up. After the tents had been set up, Roger and Elliot take off nearby into the woods for some firewood and logs to sit on. Roger figured he could knock some sense into Elliot while they gather supplies for a campfire. I refused to go with, not wanting to rip my ears off listening to their bickering. Wallflower Kenny was quiet the whole time, remained in the tent he’s sharing with Roger and Kenny. I, on the other hand, went to take a leak in some bushes nearby next to the pond. When I returned to my tent, Casey was already under the covers. “Ugh..” “Nice, so the blanket is only for you, I guess..” “Ugh, why do I have to be stuck here with you..?” Gosh, as pretty as she is, tonight is going to be more of a nuisance than anything else. “Wha—no, lay over there—“ “What? All the way at the fuckin’ edge of the tent, smushed against its wall..?” Gosh, I never curse, but damn she’s really gotten on my nerves. “Come on, Casey, give it a rest. I get it, you don’t like me, but at least let me get a proper night’s rest.” “Ugh.. whatever..” “And give me some of the blanket, it’s freakin’ cold..” I try to tug the blanket but she only tugs harder back to her side. “Ha. How ‘bout no. You’re a guy, you can stand the cold.” “Are you serious?” “Did I stutter?” “Ugh.. whatever..” I slowly start to drift off to sleep as I hear Roger’s voice approach in the distance. It sounds like they didn’t any firewood; it sounds like they did nothing but argue. They both entered their tents arguing. Gosh, I kind of feel bad for Kenny.. I slowly begin drifting back to sleep, but am awaken by Casey’s constant shifting beside me. Whenever she shifts, the tent crinkles and the floor moves, keeping me awake. “Excuse me, are you going to sleep or is this another form of torture?” “Shut up, Tony..” “Right, says the girl making noise..” She keeps shifting every two minutes or so. And I could have sworn I could hear whimpering. I get up and turn to her and freeze, staring at her back silently, when she whimpers again: “Hey, are you okay?” No response. “Casey..?” I hear another soft whimper. “Hey.. hey.. what’s going on..?” “P-please leave me alone..” “Hey, look, I would.. but it sounds like you’re crying..?” “No.. I’m not.. leave me alone.. go back to sleep..” “Are you sure..?” “Ugh, Tony..?” “Wow.. okay.. whatever floats your boat, then..” As I try going back to sleep, she continues to shift, only less frequently; but every time she does, I can hear her whimper. What the hell is going on? How can I even sleep like this? While lying on my back, she turns her face to me. I don’t notice at first — trying to sleep and all — but I open my eyes when I hear another whimper enter my right ear. I turn my face to her face and our eyes meet. Her eyebrows are wrinkled and face wincing as if worried whilst biting down on her bottom lips. I mouth to her: “Are you okay?” And she gently shakes her head. I look at how she’s laying: on her left side and in a fetal position. Her arms thrusting the blanket between her thighs, and her eyes squeezing shut as she ever so subtly shivers beneath. It all clicked in my brain. I look back at her worried eyes and mouth to her: “Do you have to use the bathroom?” She gently shakes her head. But I can tell she’s lying. “You don’t have to use the bathroom?” She, once again, shakes no. I raise my eyebrows and mouth: “Okay then..”, then turn my head and stare at the tent ceiling. Her blanket noisily shifts again, so does the tent floor beneath her as her thighs glide against her sleep bag. I turn my head again towards her to find her wincing face and squinting eyes, her arms thrusted almost all the way, just passed her elbows, shoving the blanket in her hands between her blanket-covered thighs. I whisper: “Oh, come on, you have to pee.. don’t you?” She shakes her head again. “Stop lying, I can see your arms pressing the blanket in between..” “Ugh..”, she lets out and whimpers again, this time right in my face, not trying to hide it. “So why don’t you go?” Her stifled breathe whispers back whilst shaking her head: “I don’t want to go alone.” “I’ll go with you.” She briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head: “No.” “Why?” “No. I don’t want to go with you.” “Heh.. so.. you’re just going to shift in bed, and then what, wait it out..?” She squeezes her eyes hard and lets go of her bottom lips, instead clenching her teeth together and whimpers a little louder through them. “Gosh, Casey, you’re going to torture me with your desperation.. get up.. I’ll go with you..” “I said no, Tony!”, she loudly says, almost breaking her whisper. “Fine. But you better not wet yourself.. like you did so before..” Her eyes widen, teeth unclench and lips part, glaring at me silently. “Wha-hh.. I so did not—“ “Yes, you so did, I saw the drops tinkle twinkle right out of you!..” She purses her lips inwards and glances her eyes away towards the ceiling of the tent. “You peed yourself in front of me, I saw it. And I could’ve said something, considering how nasty you are to me..” Her eyes swiftly lock back onto mine, wide-eyed. “I so do not—“ “—Really, you’re going to question me on that—Hah—I mean, every time: ‘Tony you dumbass’ here and ‘Tony you deaf’ there, and the unwarranted punching. You won’t even give me a break, now, and I just want to sleep.” “Are you finished..?” “A-Ahhhh.. right.. whatever.. forget it.. pee yourself then, good night.” I turn my back to her and shut my eyes. She continues shifting, whimpering, while I tried my best to ignore her. But her whimpering only began to get louder and more drawn out. Her shifting would sound in intervals as her thighs glide against the sleeping bag material below her, then go still, and then a whimper would escape her mouth. And soon the pity started to overwhelm me. Finally, I had the last straw, after she let out a loud whimper, and got up going for the zippered-shut tent door— “What are you doing—where are you going..?” “I’m going to pee — you’re wanting to pee makes me want to pee — come..”, I extend my left arm towards her whilst my body is halfway through the tent. Her eyes beckon her yearning to tag along but she responds resoundingly: “No, Tony.” “No..? Okay, no it is; I, on the other hand, am going for a leak. See ya, and good luck; just don’t pee the sheets when I get back. Bye..” I step out of the tent and make my way to where I last relieved myself. As I make twenty or so paces to my destination, I hear a soft voice cry in the distance: “Wait!..” Alas, my plan has worked: I’ve dragged her out of the tent. “Change of heart?” “Shut up and keep wal—..” “Did you say.. ‘shut up’..?” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s doing it again. We walk another thirty paces until we arrive at the bush. “There.. that’s where I went before; so go, I’ll be waiting, laying here by the pond shore.” She looks at me, hesitant. “Oh, come on, I’m not that far away — literally a few feet away. Unless you want me to watch you..?” “Ugh, ew wha—what..? You creep!” “Hahahahehehe, that’s what I thought. Go, so then I could go after.” She goes off to the bush, partially disappearing behind it whilst I lay by the shore. Woohhhh, the moon’s glare rippling off the soft tide of the pond’s waters is so mesmerizing. Surrounded by trees and greenery: it’s like a hidden garden of paradise. She comes back out of the bush, standing over me as I sit watching the water of the pond soothingly ripple, appreciating its soft burbling sounds. “What? Why are you standing next to me like that? I just want to watch the water.” She looks at the water and shivers a little, then decides to sit next to my right and watch, too. We sit there silently for a moment and she shivers again. “Hey.. I-I’m sorry.. about before..” “Hmm..?” “Sometimes.. I just.. don’t know how to act in front of people..” “What do you mean, we all know each other — well.. except for Kenny, but even Kenny, he’s just so quiet, ya know — anyways, there’s no use in acting unlike yourself.” “No, I-I mean—“ “—you mean in front of Roger, right? Come on, I clearly see that. You even wanted him in your tent, haha!” “No, I—“ “Come on, it’s alright. It’s alright to crush on people. But, sheesh, if you’re gonna get his attention, can you punch me less?” “Wow.. you really are clueless, aren’t you..?” “Huh..?” “I don’t have a crush on Roger!” “Oh, then Elliot?” “Ugh.. no—Elliot, really.. what would even make ya thin—?” “—Okay. Not Elliot, not Roger — it’s definitely not me — ... HHHO! Eewww.. Kenny..? No wonder you were so adamant about not having him in your tent!..” “Ugh, whatever.. forget it..” “Too shy to have him around, I see.. hahaha!” “Hahaha, you like Kenny, that wallflower!” “That’s hilarious!” As I continue laughing, thinking about Kenny being with Casey and shaking my head in disbelief, she nudges herself closer until she lays her left hand over my right, which immediately thrusts me out of my drunken stupor. Upon feeling her hand over mine, I turn my face to her, and am met with hazel eyes staring deeply into mine. In that moment, the contents of my brain are thrown into a jumbled mess, frantically attempting to recuperate after a laughing episode: ‘Why is she leaning so close into—?’ ‘—Why is she staring at me so—?’ ‘—Is there something behind—?’ ‘Hey..? Why is her hand on me..?’ She gets closer and closer whilst I remain frozen in place and resting backwards against my arms until her eyes are inches from my own. And it was in that tense moment when my brain pieces together what she was doing, forcibly shutting my eyes and leaning my head forwards. My lips receive a soothing warmth of pressure, which make my own take a mind of its own and begin to move to the rhythm of her lips on my face. My brain beckons internally: “she wants you, ya dimwit..” She releases me and whimpers, my eyes immediately fling open at the sound, falling upon her hands smushed in between her upper thighs. “Wha—.. he— ww-wha—“ My mind a jumbled mess of words and emotions. She squints her eyes and bites her bottom lips, whimpering again whilst her hands clench herself between her thighs. “What’s wrong?” “Oh.. nothing, nothing.. it’s just.. kissing you.. has..” “Hm..? Oh, oh, I see.. that’sss.. okay, right..?” “Hehe, yes.. I want to keep—“ Cutting her speech off into my lips as she leans into me once more, swiftly mounting herself onto to me thereafter. She does as she pleases with me, debilitated by a swirl of emotions riding against my mind, as a tingling warmth explodes in my chest and tantalizingly grows slowly beneath me; it grows beneath her clothed pelvis, which she’s compressed against me. My chest bursts with flames within and only flares as I press my growing self into her pelvis, my heart gradually racing with excitement. Her lips suck the excitement out my very lips and then moans it back into mine, pressing her pelvis harder into me in response to the building pressure she feels pressing into her.l Her lips release, her voice beckoning an amalgamation of moans and whimpering and simultaneously thrusts her hands between our pelvises, taking hold of herself whilst her hands brush against the bulge beneath her. She grooves her supple waist into me, whilst her hands are smothered between both our pelvises, continuing to whimper and moan. She lets go of herself, grabs my right hand and guides its palm across the damp front of her jeans shorts: I feel a wetness across my palm and fingers. “Press-ss-ss..”, her S’s linger every time she strokes her pelvis into mine. I grab that wet part of her shorts and press my hand forwards into her, which she positively responds with a groan, her breathe quickly picking up, suddenly. She bites harder down onto her lips, whimpering beneath them, her eyebrows wrinkled and eyes squinting, until her whimpers become outright moans which breach her bitten lips; she hunches forwards, resting against her right hand beside my left underarm, our torsos hovering a few inches apart. As the pressure in her pelvis ramps up, her jaw flings wide open and her throat ready to let loose, she thrusts her face into my chest and moans into it whilst tightly grasping my shirt with her left hand. As the vibrations of her moans permeate into my ribs, and her torso pressed into mine violently shivers, I feel a sudden explosion of warmth erupt into the palm of my right hand cupped tightly against her. Another hot warmth erupts again whilst her moan reignites harder into my chest, her body shivering again into mine as I feel some kind of hot stream trickling out from between my fingers and down my wrist.. ‘..Did she.. no..?’, my mind for a second reflects before denying and thinking of what I hoped she released into my hand. My chest excited that I’m making her response like so, I press harder into her pelvis and move my hand up and down, to which she affirmatively beckons from her throat into my shirt, and shivers violently into me, another hot explosive liquid erupting out from her jean-shorts and into my hand, vibrating strongly beneath the fabric. I keep rubbing and she only continues releasing her warmth into me.. However, I quickly begin questioning why there’s so much.. I figured maybe I just made her.. her.. finish.. but there so much.. finishing..? She keeps going, yet I stop moving my hand; she still continues, moaning and whimpering into my chest whilst my still hand is fully enveloped with surrounding hotness. It seeps into my khaki shorts below her, wetting my hard self with intense trickling warmth. I move the back of my hand against her trickling left inner thigh and slide my soaked fingertips up the hem of her shorts, which are met with a constant stream of hotness flowing through her panties— Oh my.. is she freakin’ peeing on me—? “Hey, what’r-yy—are you peeing on me??” I try separating myself from her with my left hand, pushing it into her waist, whilst she cuts her streaming onto my right, but continues clinging herself to my chest, her arms tied around my lower waist.. She whimpers into my chest, sobbing, and refusing to remove her face digging into me: “I-I.. I’m s-sorry-y-y..” “You t-turned me on-n, b-but I couldn’t.. couldn’t hol—ld back-k-k..” “D-Didn’t you go behind the bush..?” “I c-couldn’t go.. I-I.. I was-s-s too n-nervous—p-please don’t tell.. any-anybody..” Although I was annoyed that she literally went on my hand and shorts — I was ready to throw her off me — another thought lingered in my mind, a dirty thought: ‘wasn’t that kind of hot?’ ‘I mean, she peed on you, which is gross, but something about having your hand against her when she was cool just suddenly erupt with intense heat was.. I don’t know.. and though she peed on you and you’re grossed out, your lower self refuses to retreat.. in fact, just replaying it in your mind is re-igniting..’ “Hey, hey.. it’s okay..”, sliding my left hand from her right lower waist and against her lower back, caressing it. She unhooks her sobbing face out from my chest: “W-what..?” “It’s totally fine, it was an accident—actually it’s kind of my fault: I made you do this.” “Huh..?”, her incredibly wrinkled eyebrows beckon. I move the fingers still lodged in her shorts, pressing them into her panties, causing her body to jerk, unexpectedly. “W-wha— you—“ “It’s okay, let’s just keep going..” “Y-you want to keep g-going.. but I-I.. I still have to pee..?” “Then pee, you’ve already started..?” Her red, teary hazel eyes freeze their stare into mine, and lips part in shock.. “Keep.. going..?” “Ho—how c-can I keep going now.. with you.. staring at me like that..?” I smile, nodding my head. I wrap my left arm around her waist and squeeze her lower abdomen tightly into mine: “Like this..”, placing pressure on her belly whilst my right-hand fingers resume on her surface over her freshly warm-soaked panties. Her eyes water from tingling pressure and moans her voice into my face. She rests her right ear against my palpable chest, listening to the state of my heart as the hotness in her lower abdomen imminently resumes its exit. She violently shivers into my torso as my fingers are reintroduced to her hot flow, urinating out from beneath her panties as my fingers caress her pulsating self. I remove my fingers out from the hem and reacquaint with her leaking panties as my slippery hand slips underneath the front of her shorts and glide over the utterly soaked and hot front of her panties beneath. Her throbbing self kisses the palm of my right hand as she sloshes in the pool of her hot pee beneath her shorts. The working hand wringing her pelvis with a plethora of sensations reflected onto her face, those throat’s moans soothe any ear. Consequently, my shorts explode with her warmth and engulf its throbbing guest, who couldn’t get any more harder though it yearns. I remove my hand and quickly motion to stand. I continue to do as I please with her — the embarrassment of her releasing onto to me removing any opposition to my demands — fondling her beneath her soaked-dark shorts, glistening in the moonlight and audibly squelching as my hand displaces the flow of her hot liquid against the skin of her pelvis. Her inseams gleam as her yellow trickles gracefully out from between her upper thighs. My left hand grabbing the back of her shorts, feeling her flow having travelled up the back of them, finally resting it in her left back pocket. She continues into her shorts whilst my hand toys with her, still squelching as I play with her panties. The back of her thigh shine and glow as the moonlight reflects the spiraling and wavy trickling narrowly flowing down her legs, splattering on the mud below her feet. As my lips mingle with hers, the hand kissing the second pair in her shorts, causing her knees to betray her, she giggling into my face at her silliness. She continues moaning until she unloads that last few drops out from between her thighs. Keeping her face attached to mine, she relinquishes her lips and whispers: “You can’t.. hhmmm—“ “—I know, I know: I can’t tell anyone..” “..yeah..” “..who would there be to tell..?” “We can’t go back like this.. jump.” “Hhmmm.. W-what?” “Jump into the pond, I’ll follow you.”l We both jumped into the pond, washing ourselves though it being quite cold. We didn’t have any towels, so we quickly snuck back to our tent and dried ourselves with one of each of our dried shirts that we had packed, yet it was not enough to fully do the job. So we snuggled together beneath that one blanket, drying off whatever was left of wetness, and continuing what we left unfinished by the pond. And the rest was history..
  15. First time drawing omo! Not my best work but I thought I’d share because the cookie run fandom is dry af. First time drawing in a few months and first time digitally too. Who should I do next? Anyone wanna talk about cookie run omo headcanons?
  16. This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.
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    A guy pees on a girl while she's still desperate in jeans. The penis is NOT shown. I wonder how it felt for your pants to be peed on with a full bladder! From this twitter thread: Special thanks to @omovolker for finding this video.
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  18. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
  19. ————————————————————— Hello everyone, I’ve been working on this story for a few days and realized that I’m going to make it a two-parter because I feel that it’s a bit long. But also because the second part is a little more sexually explicit and wanted to know if folks would want to read it — I know some prefer wetting with seldom sexually explicit behaviors and others who do prefer it outright — so I’ve decided to leave it out until folks actually do look forward to reading more. Moreover, delaying the second part allows me more time to detail its content, which will inextricably make it even longer — but, hey, the more detail, the better. The details will focus mostly on explicating, to the best of my knowledge and empathy, the internal sensations of the characters. Thanking for clicking on and reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Edit history: fixing missed typos and/or contradictions. —HG P.S. Of course, I was super desperate while writing this, why wouldn’t I be? I made sure to pull up a chair into the bathtub, sit down and wonderfully release it all into my black leggings! *Wink**Wink*————————————————————— Rush or Gush Riley and Taylor burst out of their car. Riley recklessly discarded it halfway in the driveway and halfway on the front lawn of their home, leaving behind her driver’s door swung wide open. Taylor sprints the front door and struggles to yank the keys from her pocket, her right hand wrangling with the tight entry of her front right pocket. She advantageously positions herself — leaning her left body against the door frame — to guarantee her first entry upon the door flying open, imminently. She, extremely desperate for a pee, nervously fiddles with her bundle of keys chained together, looking for the key to ultimately relieve herself inside. She presses her petite thighs together and hops a light march in place; her washed, skintight light-blue jeans audibly swishing out from the friction between her thighs. Riley, upon noticing Taylor’s shrewd maneuvers, thrusts Taylor aside right-wards, stealing her place— “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the lock so I can open the door!”, Taylor throwing attitude at her. “What, so that you can get to the toilet first—I see the trick you’re pulling!”, Riley mocks, thinking she’s got her all figured out. “H-He—Move. Out. Of. TheeeEEE.. WAY!”, Taylor slamming and raising her voice into Riley at the front door with every word, the last of which she harshly shoves her elbow hard into her right side, pushing her aside, leftwards, and out of the way, regaining her ground. Riley, thrusted into an imbalance and about to tip over falling onto her left, swiftly shifts her right leg behind her left, as if to achieve a supportive lunge and catch her balance, instead bumps it into her left leg and tips over, quickly twisting her back to the momentum of the fall, fear-dribbling a leak mid-flight on the way down. She gasps a sharp puff of air through teeth as her butt plops itself harshly onto the concrete, the latter transferring her butt-force momentum back into her pelvis whilst the momentum of her rib cage comes springing downwards simultaneously against the bloated bladder lodged therein, causing her tender belly to protrude anteriorly: it forcefully squirts out her panty-less opening a hissy stream of piss through the fabric of her light-grey leggings; its stream so swift it goes right through the fabric and audibly sprays the concrete with a forward hose-like spatter, out from between her spread slim thighs. She swiftly stoops her head and, lifting her white shirt slightly — exposing her pale yet red-tinged swollen waist — to clearly glance below, dropping her jaw at the sudden and uncontrollable flood of warmth following her hard squirt engross the sides of her crotch, unable to close her flood gates as she so desperately tried. She feels her warmth slow down, through her half-flexed sphincter, to an erratic flow of urination while she tried to cease it, growing from the tiny wet patch the hard-squirt shot therefrom into a shiny dark pad-sized splotch painted over her crotch, subtly flowing upwards just short of her bare-shaven pubic bone while it flows down into her butthole and crack, and slightly outwards down the inseams of her upper thighs. Her yellow stream visibly flowing out of her dark splotch-covered crotch like the weak stream of a water fountain spout barely flowing and dribbling back on itself. The concrete below her accepts the contents of her glittering gooch, darkening a basketball-wide circular pool of bright yellow beneath her pelvis. Riley, shocked by the jolt of the fall and, upon realizing she’s letting out too much in her confounding, snaps back and forcefully ceases her urination, hurting her urethra as it burns at the base and angrily exclaims: “Taylor, you made me damn pee myself, what the hell?!?!” “Hey! I told you to get out of the way—you were in the way of opening the fuckin’ door! You get what you get!”, she mockingly sneers while arms in a cross. She quickly forgets her, focusing her attention onto the locked door. She distinguishes her key, frantically and uncoordinatedly smashing the tip of the key in the periphery of the hole before shoving it in precisely, turning it open. Riley, frustrated by her remarks, swiftly thrusts herself forward with her arms — feeling the cool outside air rush into her soaked-hot crotch and buttocks — bolts into Taylor, slamming her against the door and simultaneously swinging it open with her force, sprinting towards the bathroom. Her behind dons a large dark circular splotch fully encompassing both her crescents up to the mouth of her crack. Taylor is shoved into the doorknob, taken aback and caught off-guard by Riley’s frustrated efforts, impaling her behind forcefully into the doorknob: the pain of which jolts her aching bladder in an unwelcome shock and she releases a considerable spurt into her pad — too fast for absorption as it bursts out the sides and into her dark-pink lace panties. She tugs her crotch upwards at her pubic area with her left hand, stooping her head forwards for a glance, witnessing the blue patch at the apex between her upper thighs contrasting with the dry light-blue. “What the.. fff—UGH!, that b—RILEY!. Okay, two can play at this game—“, she angrily mutters through her grinding teeth. Taylor regains her balance, harshly chucks her keys at Riley’s jiggling wet butt cheeks as target practice, but misses while chasing behind her towards the bathroom. Riley makes it to the bathroom first, quickly turning around to smash its door shut, but fails as Taylor prevents its closing with the right foot she stretches between it and the door frame, catching her white Converse in the midst of her hard slam. “AH!!”, she cries out, the pain once again jolting her bladder into a frenzy: it forces aloud and out of her another spurt, hissing into her pad, warming her crotch and leaking out into her panties and jeans. She feels her warmth slip down the inseams of her upper thighs and flow backwards into her butthole. She gasps at Riley: “UGH, you made me pee.. AGAIN!—“ “That’s what you fucking get!”, Riley mockingly and maniacally laughs in her face through the slightly opened door. She twists her neck back to the right, glancing at the toilet, and quickly thrusts her fingers into the waist of her leggings ready to drop them while push her body against the door, but carelessly relinquishes some of her pushing force. Taylor harshly shoves, using the weight of the right side of her body, into her through the door she thought she effectively defended. Catching her off-guard, Riley is shoved, her right side thrusted towards the sink and she quickly twisting herself to land on her backside, the force her movement loosening her sphincter and she lightly dribbles pee into her leggings once again, feeling her warm pee drops slip down her skin under her cool-wet upper-thigh inseams, a few drops dripping out and below onto her black shoes and the light-blue-tiled floor. She flails her arms backwards in a semi-windmill fashion whilst tipping and walking backwards on her heels, the sink behind her catching her soaked, slippery butt — she now dribbling drops of pee into the sink, instead. Her arms slam backwards into the wall behind her and back into the mirror, catching her balance. Feeling her loose sphincter, she quickly shoves her left hand into her crotch, massaging away her dribbling self. Taylor stretches her legs for the toilet, about to turn around to sit down as Riley leaps off the sink and forwards her right leg in a stretch in front her, causing her to trip forward. Taylor, losing her balance lets go of her sphincter. She feels her pee rush into her urethra, but forcefully shuts herself closed whilst throwing her arms in front to mount against the wall, to the righthand side of the toilet, catching herself out of her stumble. She feels whatever leaked slip down and dribble out of her opening: another soft warmth into her pad, this time fully absorbing it. Riley flings her body forward behind Taylor’s balancing stance, but is swiftly pushed out of the way by Taylor’s backward falling movement, as she maneuvers herself onto the toilet, harshly plopping her buttocks onto the toilet seat, it banging loudly as if sheets of porcelain tiles clacked together. This plop jolts her pelvis into her bladder, coupled with her hunching forward and the tight-buttoned-waist of her jeans squeezing on her belly, forces out of her another squirt into her pad, partially absorbing it and the rest through her panties and into her jeans — she feels her crotch and butthole grow warm once again. A few drops leak through her jeans and tinkle into the toilet water below. Taylor, having successfully plopping her herself onto the toilet, rushes for her jeans button in order to ultimately slide everything down in one go beneath her, and finish into the toilet bowl what she prematurely started. Riley moans in an arpeggio, stuttering: “uuUUHHHhhhh, f-fffuck!..”, she glaring desperately at Taylor’s success whilst her bladder expands in her belly. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip whilst thrusting her clasped hands into her soaked crotch, her sphincter twitching and her skin quivering in proportion as she feels the warmth of her soaked throbbing and aching crotch. Taylor looks at her grinning, mockingly, and purposely slows her unfastening to a pace she can manage just to toy with her. Riley, feeling her bladder bloat and her belly expand slightly as she fights the contractions to pee, uses her left hand smothered between her right and crotch to finger herself through her leggings in order to quell urge, but it persists. She inserts her middle- and ring-fingers through her leggings into her opening, tugging on herself upwards repeatedly, yet it only continues to grow. She starts hyperventilating, worrying about her imminent release, and moans with every exhalation, picking up and up as her pee draws nearer and nearer to release. She casts her left knee over her right, frantically holding her pee back at her very brink, bobbing up and down at her knees. But her urge continues on, pressing against her sphincter relentlessly. “Ooooo... stop! Hurry and go!”, she desperately moans at Taylor, panting. She presses her thighs tighter, squishing the hands smothered against her twitching crotch tightly, folding the palms of her hands and shivers violently. She keeps her thighs tightly in place as goosebumps travel down her arms, but as her bursting bladder urges on, her thighs start to twitch: her muscles tiring in their prolonged flex, but she nevertheless forces them to stay tight. “Nah, I think I’m going to draw this out..”, Taylor slyly remarks, curving a maniacal smile out the left corner of her lip and glares with eyes of fiery intent. “Oooo! Taylor.. please.. ple—AOooo!”, Riley begs with a moan, then squeals when she feels her restless bladder contract harder, sending shots of pain into her right side whilst she feels a few drops of pee slipping past her tightened sphincter into the slippery, sweaty hot jungle her hands are quarantining between her tiring thighs. Riley tightly squeezes her eyes and shows her clenching teeth as she gives her all to keep leakage to just those mere drops. She purses her lips, trying to control her breathing, but quickly abandons her strategy, flinging wide her jaw and gasping in air, pausing and stifling her exhaling sighs in a reckless and erratic manner; whilst throwing her right leg in a twist over her left, maintaining her hands, and bending at her left knee up and down. However, all to no neither avail nor relief, as suddenly she feels her belly bloat against her tender abdomen and tiring sphincter twitch profusely. Her gaping mouth picking up her breathe with faster and faster gasps of air sucking through teeth, she holds her breathe in, whilst the veins in her neck protrude, as her contracting bladder pushes its pee to the very edge of her weakening hold.. a little dribble pushes through.. and a little more—she gushes her exhalation out in growling groan: “OOOOOoooghghhh! TAYLOR, PL—EASE! PL—“, her begging cut by her stifled inhalation, followed by a stifled exhaling sigh of struggle, breathing paradoxically: UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—OOOoooo! GET UP, NOW, PLEASE, G-GET.. SO I CAN QUICKLY PEE—UH—*gasps*—I.. I.. C-C-Can’t..”, Riley’s breathe trembling, her face turning red, breaking a sweat, and her body shaking tremendously whilst her arms shaking forcefully into her pulsatile leaking crotch. Taylor stares at her in anticipatory silence and wide-eyed, then still toys with her: “That’s right, suffer, that’s what you get for being a little impatient b—“ “mmmmmMmMmMMMMM” — Riley’s desperate humming gradually louder and louder as her pee burningly presses past her hold — AAAAAOOoOOOooOoo!”, Riley belches in a squeal from her hunched position, loud enough to cut her off and shut her up, following with a very sharp-pitched forceful hiss exploding into her smothered hands, it quickly lowers in pitch, garbling, as her hands hold enough hot pee in her crotch to form a sizable puddle therein, then burbles out from between her fingers and audibly sloshes down against the skin of her thighs under the swift dark glow of her leggings, loudly splashing onto her black shoes and the tiled-floor below, spatters drops far enough onto Taylor’s jean cuffs. “U-U-Uh—UHHHHhhh!”, she stifles out of her mouth as her chest twitches profusely while a nigh-orgasmic release of pee gushes out of her opening; she bends upright and raises her flushed face upwards into the air, her jaw flung open and lips twitching while her eyes closed and head tilted back into her cervical spine. She stands there, her clasped hands frozen in place against her exploding crotch; her left arm, then right knee, and combination of other limbs, sequentially and uncontrollably twitch, cascading all manner of goosebumps across her body as her forceful yellow piss pleasurable gushes out from between her slippery hot hands. She feels light-headed and her knees grow weak, almost wanting to drop down them whilst unloading her bursting yellow piss out of her. Her pee utterly explodes everywhere: loudly hissing out in a strong yellow stream from between her slippery fingers, flooding upwards and covering her bare-shaven pubic skin with a smothering of hot piss, her pee audibly sloshing around in her crotch when she slightly adjusts her hands, the soaked fabric cleaving to and separating from, in alternation, her tingling hot skin in an ear-quivering suction; audibly burbling out from her pressed-palms into her upper-thigh inseams, whilst exploding latterly towards her hips to the front of her twitching upper thighs, cascading down across them; sloshing down her inner thighs in an eye-dazzling glow of yellow, trickling in a swoosh out the cuffs of her leggings and down her ankles, and into the rapidly growing bright yellow splashed puddle on the floor; whilst seeping into and engulfing the innards of her shoes, turning her white socks into an opaque tinge of pink and yellow transparency; pooling her soles a satisfying puddle of warm pee, sloshing between her wiggling slippery toes therein, peeing forced out the sides of her shoes in a shine thereby. Her pee is simply splashing and spattering everywhere with jetted chaos. Simultaneously, her cupped hands forcefully guide her flow to her back, filling the crevice of her butthole entirely with hot pee, then traveling up her crack in a glorious shine all the way to mouth of her crack, spilling over onto the roof of her crescent butt cheeks and slipping down across it in waves of pee. Her pee rushing out her perineum, laterally across and under the crescent of her butt cheeks, flowing further laterally and around her lower hips and cascade down the sides of twitching slim thighs, connecting her posterior flood to the anterior darkening flood. The rest of her pee gushes down the back of her thighs and knees — half through the fabric and half streaming along it — falling on to her small calves until it, too, is smothered over by her downward dark flow, pee spreading laterally therein and once again meeting the anterior dark-flowing stream flowing down from her front thighs. Her desperation and release so strong she soaks the entire circumference of her leggings with a soothing continuous shine of piss: a water-slide of smooth hot pee slipping between her milk-tea skin and leggings, with the exception of the upper waist portion of her leggings. She felt as though her bottom half stepped into a nice, hot jacuzzi. Though her bottom half already totally engulfed in hot pee, she nevertheless had less than half left in her — her bladder having possessed a gargantuan capacity for retaining pee. “Pee, little baby, pee your pants”, Taylor toys with her, but also naughtily sneers. Riley opens her eyes and fixes her face towards her, glaring with eyes of revenge. A sudden idea crosses her mind. She let’s go of her flooding crotch, her hands scattering its drops of pee about, and swiftly walks over to Taylor sitting on the toilet, trailing her steadily-dwindling pissing self across the floor and splashing and spattering along the way..
  20. For a long time, I found the video is that it made me interested in the world of Omo and the truth for a moment I thought I would never find it again, the quality is not good because it is a somewhat old video, but the reaction of the people that appear in the video is unique, especially the girl on the ground who tries to stop the flow of urine with her hands and can see how this stream goes down, enjoy it InShot_20220420_224128373.mp4
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