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  1. Like I've said in my last experience, me and my bf are now open to each other with omorashi. A few weeks or so have passed since last time and we've had a bit of 'fun' intermittently in the period between. But last night, my bf tried something different. For those of you who don't know, I came on this site because I was unsure what to feel about my omorashi fetish. It was nice finding support here from people who shared the same preferences. Ever since I opened up to my bf about omorashi, I felt the need to share here dwindle. But I would like to share with you what happened last night, and it would be great if you can give me your opinion on it. Last night, my bf asked me whether I was up to another night of 'fun'. I said yes but it was still early and we haven't even had dinner yet. Just when I was about to ask him what he had in mind, he said we were going to do it outside. I was a little shocked to hear this. My bf likes to watch me hold my pee, but no matter how desperate I get, there's always a toilet nearby at home. Needless to say I didn't want to hold my pee outside, and it is always super embarrassing if I end up so desperate to have to hold myself in public. But my bf has always been so protective and thoughtful and to go against his one request would be poor repayment. Just when I was about to tell him I was ok to it, he brought out something I've always been too embarrassed to look at, let alone use. He brought out a vibrator. It was a gift from my friend. She thinks me and my bf are, in her words, the cutest couple ever (awww :D ) and since I also played a role in setting her up with her bf, she decided to express her love and thanks by giving me a vibrator! It was the most awkward moment ever when I received that thing, unwrapped, in public. I think I blushed harder that time than when my bf confessed his feelings to me (another long story XD ). Anyway, with all good intentions, my friend wanted to 'enhance' my relationship with my bf with that thing, but I've honestly been to shy of the thought of using it and therefore it has stayed boxed and unused. So when I saw my bf take that thing out, I became really nervous. My bf saw the look on my face and calmly reassured me that it's perfectly natural to use a sex toy and that there's nothing for me to feel shy about. He took out the vibrator, which had the shape of a small bead, and it even had a remote. My bf asked whether it was ok to put it on me. I nodded. He then pulled up my skirt. Gosh thinking back I think that was one of the shyest moments I've had in front of my bf, I don't know why but I'm just really awkward around sexual matters. He slipped it inside my panties, and pushed it between the lips of my va****. My va**** is really sensitive and having that thing on, without turning it on, was already making my knees weak. All things set, we went out for dinner. After dinner my bladder was starting to build. I already had to pee a little when I was at home, and I had to go pretty badly by the time dinner was over. We went to a park for a walk. Luckily for me, it was quiet and deserted but for a few people lolling in park benches. I love wrapping my arms around my bf's arm when we walk and this time I did it out of necessity. Every step I took the vibrator pressed against me, and it was hard for me to walk straight like that. My bf asked me how I felt. I told him I had to pee pretty badly and we should find I toilet fast in case I peed myself in public. To him that was the cue to turn on the vibrator. He pressed the button on his remote, and I almost knelt down when the vibrator turned on. It felt nothing like when my bf played with my va****. I clutched my bf's arm harder and hid my face in his chest to stop myself from squealing out loud. I could feel my bladder loosing control. We walked on in the slowest pace ever, me latched onto my bf. After a while he turned it off, and I let out a long sigh of relief. I reached under my skirt and felt my panties. Luckily I still haven't peed myself. I turned to my bf and pleaded him to go home with me. I told him I couldn't hold my pee for long with the vibrator on and I didn't want to wet myself in public. I expected my bf to realize how hard this was for me, and to listen to me and go home. But instead he asked me whether I wanted him to turn the vibrator on again. I immediately begged him not to, and told him he could do it to me at home. His expression looked rapt when I was begging him, and I was honestly a little hurt to see him enjoying this. But he listened to me and we got to his car. The car was next to a public toilet and I was really dying to pee. I asked my bf whether I could go but my bf said I had to wait till we got home. I really didn't want to pee in the car but my bf had started the engines already, and so I followed him. The drive home was long. I had to pee really bad, and I was really starting to regret agreeing to my bf's request. But ironically, when I crossed my legs, the vibrator pressed aptly on my pee hole, and it actually helped me hold it in. My bf kept peeking at me and I was honestly scared he might lose attention to the road. Then out of nowhere, the turned the vibrator on again. I immediately bent down on my seat. I had the feeling of almost loosing control of my bladder and orgasming again, but it never came. I felt like I was on the brink of peeing myself but I didn't, and the feeling of approaching an orgasm was getting stronger. I wanted to tell my bf to turn it off since i didn't want to pee in his car, but my words came out as moans instead. It turns out the vibrator has a power setting, and my bf had only just set it to its minimum. He turned it up, and the vibration became stronger. I clutched my va**** to keep myself from peeing, but that only pressed to va**** against me even harder. Then I realised we had stopped moving. It turns out we were home already, but my bf decided to be quiet on it just to watch me. I felt hurt again, since I was struggling so much just to keep his car clean. I opened the door, and the moment I stepped out, I knelt on the floor and peed. Again, luckily for me, there were no neighbours around. I was still clutching onto my va**** so hard my skirt became soaked, and I left a giant puddle on the floor. But I still haven't orgasmed yet. By bf picked me up and put me in the shower. Not going to detail what he did, but with the vibrator, I had the longest orgasmed I've ever had in my life. After all that when we went to sleep, I told my bf how difficult it was for me to hold it in public. Then I asked him why he seemed to enjoy it when I begged him not to turn on the vibrator and let me pee. He said I looked very cute when I did, and he just couldn't resist it. He said he was sorry if I didn't like it, and we both went to sleep happy. While It's nice to hear my bf compliment my appearances, don't you think it's a little callous to like to see me beg? I would never like to see my bf beg, or is this another one of those boy girl differences? Do boys really like seeing girls beg? My relationship with my bf is good, but I would really like to know whether he's normal to like seeing me beg him to let me pee. Hope I don't waste your time with this and thank you in advance if you replied :)
    9 points
  2. This morning, I woke up and left the house in a hurry without peeing. I went on a short road trip and stopped for lunch. I enjoyed a mango daiquiri with my meal, along with a lot of water. I was wearing pale blue jeans during the trip and I didn't change when I got home. Eventually, my drinks caught up with me and I started dribbling. I even tried using my hand to stop the pee because I was busy and I didn't want to pee my pants but I didn't want to use the restroom as well. My efforts were pointless and now my jeans are really cold and they're clinging to my legs. The darker patch on my pants is lovely, though. My jeans are glistening from the absurd amount of pee I had been holding.
    2 points
  3. In this video we join Sosha on a leisurely stroll through the forest, which just happens to be her favorite place to have some private wet fun. When we first join Sosha, she takes us through the forest with her, explaining how much she loves it. She talks about how naughty she feels wetting her pants out in the open, yet deep in the forest, she feels safe doing it because no one else is around. After talking for a bit about why she loves to wet her pants in the forest, she does it. Needing to pee, she is happy to let it all go in her jeans. The camera tracks with her as she pees, following it down her legs and as it forms a puddle on the ground. Once she is done peeing, she shows off her wet pants for the camera, turning around so we can get a good look. Warm, wet, and relieved, she says goodbye and the camera pulls away before fading to black. vid_753.mp4
    2 points
  4. This is part fantasy, part true story. It's quite long, but I hope you enjoy! This contains both male and female desperation. I started a new job recently working in an office, and part of my role involves spending hours in long and boring meetings taking notes and speaking with clients. More than once I’ve been stuck in one of these meetings bursting for a piss after drinking too many cups of tea, sat on the edge of my seat with my ankles crossed underneath me, holding on until the meeting ends and I get chance to relieve myself at last. Last week I was sitting in one such meeting, sat there dying for a pee, frantically bouncing my knee and trying to concentrate on what was being said rather than the throbbing ache in my bladder. It seemed to last forever, and ended up overrunning by about 15 minutes, ending just before 5.15 rather than 5 as I’d originally hoped. At this point its worth quickly explaining my journey to and from work – I catch the bus from a bus stop a short walk away from my house, which takes me to the train station near to my office. Once at the station, a company run shuttle bus takes people to the office. It takes me around 20 minutes to get to work in the morning, but because of traffic the journey home can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. I usually get the 5.15 shuttle bus to the station which leaves me plenty of time to catch the 5.30 bus back to my house. By the time the meeting had finally ended, I realised that the shuttle bus I usually take to the station would be leaving in just a couple of minutes. I hurried to my desk, crossing my legs and bending forwards slightly as I quickly turned off my PC and packed my laptop into my bag. I bit my lip. I really, really needed a piss, but if I went for one then I’d definitely miss the shuttle bus, meaning I’d miss my bus home. The buses to my house were so infrequent that the next one wasn’t until later on. My bladder felt so full, throbbing underneath my waistband, and I longed to hurry to the toilets and have a long and relieving piss. No, I’d just have to hang on and wait until I got home, and hope that the traffic wouldn’t be too bad. I threw on my jacket, slung my bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the office, barely made it to the shuttle bus before it left. I hurried on and took a seat, resting my hands between my legs and tensing my thighs. The drive to the station doesn’t take long, only a few minutes if there’s no traffic, but the road out of the office is full of speed bumps. Every single time the bus hit one, it sent a jolt through my bladder, making me fidget in my seat. I bit my lip and pushed down slightly onto my cock, feeling my bladder throbbing. Luckily the bus was fairly empty, so I could sit and squirm in my seat without anybody noticing. I looked out of the window, giving my cock a quick squeeze, wondering how long it’d be before I had chance to piss. It always seems to be that the times when you desperately need to roads to be clear, they’re completely gridlocked, and today was no exception. We had barely pulled onto the main road before we slowed to a halt. I bit my lip and sighed in frustration, looking down the road and seeing a long line of cars at a standstill. I began to worry. If I missed the 5.30 bus, I had no idea what time the next one was, and really doubted whether or not I’d be able to hold on until I got home. I leaned forwards in my seat, pressing my hands between my legs and crossing my ankles underneath me, jiggling my knees. As we crawled along, I watched the long line of cars anxiously, the time ticking closer and closer to half past. I thought back to all the tea and water I’d had that afternoon to keep my mouth from getting too dry in the air conditioned meeting room. I hadn’t had chance to relieve myself since lunchtime - despite feeling the urge to go even before the meeting started, I just hadn’t had time. I gritted my teeth as I shifted in my seat, urging the traffic to move faster as my bursting bladder throbbed between my legs. By 5.25, we were still stuck behind a queue of cars. At least now I could see what was causing the holdup – roadworks, typical. I tapped my hands against my knees and looked at my watch, glancing back up at the road. Fuck. I leaned back in my seat, my hands squeezing my thighs, resigning myself to the fact that I was going to miss my bus. I tried looking on my phone to find when the next bus might be, but I had no signal. I just hoped it wasn’t too far away. I was absolutely aching for a piss, and wished I’d just had one before leaving the office, catching a later bus to the station. I squirmed in my seat, hoping that there was at least a toilet at the station I could use before catching the bus home, though part of me knew this wasn’t likely. For now, I had no choice but to endure my desperate urge to piss until we finally made it out of this traffic. 20 minutes later, and we’d only moved a few yards. The roadworks had been set up at the junction of two very busy roads, and even when the temporary traffic lights went to green, nobody could go anywhere. People on the bus were starting to get impatient, and had been talking about getting off early and walking (we were only a 10 minute walk from the station by now). However, the driver didn’t want to let anybody off as it wasn’t safe. I was getting frantic now, having to squeeze my cock hard every so often to help me wait. From what I’d overheard, there was a train leaving just before 6 that most people on the bus wanted to catch, and a few people had begun to line up near to the door, trying to convince the driver to let them off. Eventually, he agreed, and after deliberating for a few seconds, I decided to join them. Walking would help me take my mind off just how badly I had to piss, or so I hoped. We got off the bus, walking quickly towards the station. I bit my lip, now I was stood up I could feel just how full my bladder was, and I hoped more than ever there were toilets at the station. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited to cross the road, crossing my legs impatiently. I was stood next to a woman who’d got off the bus just before me, who I recognised as being one of the managers in HR named Hannah. She was an attractive woman in her 30s, and I’d met her during my first week. She turned to me and smiled. ‘I’ve already missed one train, there’s no way on earth I’m missing this next one’ she said laughing. I laughed and said how ridiculous it was that it took so long, telling her I’d missed my bus and had no idea when the next one was. We chatted on the way to the station, which helped take my mind off my bladder. I really needed to know whether the station had toilets, but I just couldn’t bring myself to let on that I was desperate for a piss. A few minutes later and we were waiting to cross another busy road just opposite the station. I crossed my legs again, leaning forward slightly as we watched the cars pass, waiting for the lights to change so we could cross. Finally, I worked up the courage to let on my predicament. ‘Do you know if the station has toilets? I haven’t had chance to go all afternoon and I’m quite desperate’ I said quietly, bobbing on the spot. Hannah laughed, glancing down at my tightly crossed legs. ‘I’m not sure, I don’t think so. I can’t remember ever seeing any’. ‘Great’ I said sarcastically, laughing sheepishly, bending forwards slightly before recrossing my legs the other way. She sensed my disappointment and my desperation. ’You could always ask someone if you’re desperate’ she suggested kindly. I nodded. ‘Yeah I’ll do that, it’s going to take me a while to get home’. Just then, the lights changed and we crossed the road, heading quickly to the station entrance. ‘Bet you wished you’d gone before leaving the office now’ she teased, and I laughed and agreed with her, blushing, totally embarrassed but also turned on now that Hannah knew my predicament. We walked into the brightly lit ticket office, and I looked around quickly. Fuck, no toilets. And even worse, nobody to ask. It was only a small station, with just a couple of ticket machines and barriers, the ticket office closed down for the evening. I bit my lip as I realised I’d just have to hold on until I got home, and endure the bus ride with a painfully full bladder. ‘Doesn’t look like they have loos, you’ll just have to cross your legs’ she said sympathetically. ‘Yeah, looks like it. Really regretting all those cups of tea I had this afternoon!’ I joked, aware that Hannah was watching me shift my weight from foot to foot. ‘Oh god I bet you are. Anyway, better go and catch this train. Good luck!’ she chuckled, walking towards the barrier and out onto the platform. ‘Thanks’ I said laughing, watching her go. I gritted my teeth and headed down the steps towards the bus stop just outside, crossing my legs as I read the timetable. Fuck! The next bus wasn’t until half past 6! I stamped my foot on the floor in frustration and bent forwards, pressing my hands between my legs before quickly straightening up. I looked at my watch, biting my lip as I realised I had about 30 minutes to wait. God, I was absolutely dying for a piss, and I wasn’t going to be home until around 7, and that’s if the traffic wasn’t too bad. I took a seat on the plastic bench next to the stop, putting my bag down and pulling out my phone to help me pass the time. I thought about walking to the nearby town to find somewhere to piss, but I didn’t know the area very well let alone if there were any public toilets. Besides, I’d most likely miss my bus – I had no choice but to sit there and wait. Although I was the only one at the bus stop, there was still the occasional person walking past towards the station, so I tried to keep still and not squirm around too much in case anyone noticed. After a few minutes I began to jiggle my knees, biting my lip. I couldn’t help It, I really needed a piss, and I could feel my bladder tight against my slim fitting work trousers. I had my phone in my lap, browsing the internet to help take my mind off how badly I needed to go, and every so often when nobody was walking past I’d press my hands against my cock, gritting my teeth. After a few minutes of squirming, an attractive young woman, probably in her late 20s dressed in casual office clothes, walked up to the bus stop and began to read the timetable. Although I was dying to squirm around and jiggle my legs, I forced myself to sit still - it’d be way too obvious that I was bursting for a pee otherwise. I recognised her – I’d sometimes see her waiting at the bus stop near my house, though we’d never spoken. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of her, bouncing around like a child just because I needed a pee. No, I’d just have to bite my lip and endure the pressure between my legs until the bus arrived. As she read the timetable, I couldn’t help but notice the tense expression on her face. She was biting her lip and was frowning, and I noticed she was shifting around a lot, not quite standing still but not full-blown dancing from foot to foot either. I began to get turned on – maybe she was in the exact same situation as I was! She crossed her legs tightly as she looked down at her watch, sighing quietly to herself. She moved away from the timetable and began to pace around, occasionally stopping to cross her legs, looking down the road with a worried look on her face. I felt myself getting hard. God, it really did look as though she was absolutely desperate for a pee, and the only bus that stopped here this time of day was the one I was waiting for. It really turned me on to think that we were both in the same situation – both stuck at the bus stop, both dying to pee. I was finding it hard to sit still, but after seeing her fidgeting around, I started to bounce my knees, biting my lip as I squeezed my thighs tightly for a second, hands pushed between them. I glanced up at her and caught her watching me, and she quickly looked away. Fuck, now I really was turned on. Not only were we both waiting at the bus stop bursting, she’d caught me squirming in my seat. I looked back at my phone, still jiggling my knee. She sat down further along the bench, and out of the corner of my eye I watched her press her hands discreetly into her lap, crossing her legs tightly. I squirmed in my seat, the pressure in my bladder making me bite my lip and push both hands between my legs for a second. I could sense her watching me, and I began to blush, aware that my cock was very, very hard. There was a noticeable bulge in my trousers, and you wouldn’t need to look too closely to see I was pretty obviously turned on. We sat in silence for a few more minutes, both of us fidgeting – me jiggling my knees and squirming in my seat, her crossing her legs tightly and bouncing her foot. I was absolutely, frantically bursting for a piss, desperate to empty my rock hard bladder, but still had ages left to wait before I could do anything about it. I longed to reach down between my legs and give my rock hard cock a nice hard squeeze, but with the woman sat just a few feet away, I wasn’t brave enough to do it. After a couple more minutes though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly glanced across at her, seeing she was looking at her phone, and bent forwards in my seat, looking down the road as if watching for the bus. Crossing my ankles tightly underneath me, I bit my lip as I squeezed my cock hard with one hand, my other hand pressing down over it in an attempt to disguise what I was doing. I held myself for a couple of seconds, enjoying the feeling, before quickly straightening up and quickly glancing back at her. Fuck, she was looking right at me, her eyes fixed on my lap. I let go of my cock quickly, resting my hands on my thighs and bouncing my knees, extremely embarrassed at being caught holding myself. We made eye contact for a second and she quickly looked away, and I couldn’t help but notice she was biting her lip. She uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly before recrossing her legs, bouncing her foot. Fuck, I was so turned on despite how embarrassed I was. I glanced at my watch, sighing in frustration. Still over 20 minutes to wait, and by now I was starting to doubt whether or not I was going to make it home with dry trousers. I looked around anxiously, wondering if there was a secluded place where I could have a quick piss, but there was nowhere private enough. Besides, it’d be far too obvious if I wandered off somewhere behind the station and came back looking more relaxed, and the woman sat next to me would know exactly what I’d done. No, I’d just have to hold on, no matter how badly I had to go. The next 10 minutes dragged by. I was trying to distract myself from the pressure in my bladder by playing around with my phone, but it wasn’t working. I was so, so desperate to piss, and the knowledge that I wasn’t going to be able to relieve myself anytime soon wasn’t helping in the slightest. I couldn’t sit still for a second, constantly shifting my weight and squirming around in my seat, tensing my thighs and biting my lip, enduring the urgent need to piss. The woman was speaking to somebody on the phone quietly, her legs tightly crossed, bouncing her foot constantly. Every few minutes I’d lean forwards in my seat, looking down the road in the hope that the bus might turn up early, but there was never any sign of it. At least it gave me the chance to push hard between my legs for a second, pressing my hands against my throbbing cock before quickly taking them away. I longed to loosen my belt or unzip my jeans to give my bulging bladder room to expand, or reach down and give myself a nice, long squeeze through my boxers, but there was just no way. Every so often, I’d notice the woman watching me fidget and squirm, and I despite my urgency I was extremely turned on at my predicament, my cock rock hard and bulging in my slim fitting work trousers. After a couple more minutes of fidgeting around on the hard wooden plastic, I couldn’t take sitting down anymore. I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth as I felt how heavy my bladder felt, resting my hands in front of my crotch to hide the bulge in my trousers. I was frantic by now, my bladder screaming for release, absolutely bursting for a piss. I bit my lip, shamelessly shifting my weight quickly from foot to foot, way past the point of being able to stand still. If anyone so much as glanced at me it’d be very, very obvious that I was desperate for a piss, yet here I was practically dancing around in front of the attractive woman waiting next to me. I walked over to the timetable, bouncing from foot to foot and kicking my ankles up behind me, hoping I’d misread it and the bus might come sooner than I thought. Of course though, I hadn’t, and I still had 10 minutes left to wait. I sighed in frustration and crossed my legs hard, bouncing on the spot and grinding my thighs together. I could sense her watching me, so I glanced in her direction and she quickly looked away, still speaking on the phone. I moved back over to the bench, putting my bag down and crossing my legs, hands in my pockets. I realised that if I reached far enough into my pocket I could squeeze my cock, and despite how obvious I looked, I just couldn’t help myself. I was so desperate at this point that I didn’t care, I just wanted to piss. I bent forwards at the waist, squeezing my cock hard, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Straightening up, I bounced from foot to foot for a few seconds before crossing my legs tightly again. Just then, the woman walked past me, still speaking on the phone. She walked quickly up to the timetable and wrapped one leg over the other, bouncing on the spot slightly. I felt my cock stiffen as I realised she was probably just as desperate as I was, with no choice but to stand there and wait for the bus to arrive. She stood there for a few moments, reading the timetable, before turning around and looking down the road. She moaned under her breath, uncrossing her legs and bouncing on the spot violently, bending forwards as she did so, before quickly straightening up and wrapping her legs tightly around each other again. She glanced at me, her eyes flicking down to my crotch, before meeting my eye again. I blushed, taking my hands out of my pockets and resting them in front of my fly, realising I’d just been caught holding myself. She bit her lip again and looked away, still speaking on the phone. ‘No I’m still waiting for this bus, its taking forever.’ I heard her say, before uncrossing her legs and crossing them again the other way, her thighs pushed tightly together. ‘I know, it’s a joke, and I really need the loo but there’s none at the station’. She glanced at me as she said this, and I felt my cock stiffen even more. From the way she was squirming around, ‘really need the loo’ sounded like an understatement. She looked incredibly desperate for a wee, and I was extremely turned on at the knowledge that we both still had ages left to wait before we were home. I couldn’t catch the rest of her conversation, but from her constant leg crossing and fidgeting, and the slight breathlessness in her voice, it was obvious that she needed to go just as badly as I did, past the point of being able to stay composed. After a few more minutes of squirming, fidgeting, pacing, bending, leg crossing (and the occasional squeezing of my cock through my pockets), I glanced at my watch. 6.30. I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet as I looked up the road, sighing in frustration as I saw no sign of the bus arriving. The woman had finished her phone conversation now and was anxiously pacing up and down, stopping to cross her legs, bending forwards as she glanced down the road. I was so desperate by now that I was considering just running off into the corner of the nearby car park and relieving myself, and now that it was starting to get dark I was less likely to be spotted. If I had been on my own at the bus stop I probably would’ve done, but because the car park is in direct view of the bus stop, the woman would be able to see exactly what I was doing. And besides, despite the throbbing, relentless pressure in my rock hard bladder, part of me was enjoying my predicament – knowing that I had no choice but to hold on, with this gorgeous woman waiting next to me watching my desperation, and the knowledge that she was feeling the exact same pressure between her legs. After another couple of minutes, the bus still hadn’t turned up. I was beginning to get anxious now – what if it was going to be really late because of the roadworks? I bounced on the spot in frustration, wrapping my hand around my cock through my pocket and squeezing tightly, gritting my teeth. God, I had to fucking piss, and I was genuinely worried I was going to leak into my boxers. The woman in front of me was obviously getting frustrated too, stamping her foot before crossing her legs even more tightly, bending forwards for a few seconds before straightening up and bobbing up and down, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could. She looked around self consciously, realising how obvious she was being, and I looked away quickly. Part of me was hoping the bus was going to be even more delayed so I could watch this gorgeous woman fidget around for longer, but for my poor, bursting bladder’s sake, I just wanted to be home and in front of a toilet. I bit my lip and tried not to imagine the feeling of opening my belt, tearing open my fly, pulling out my leaking cock and wetting long and hard into the bowl. I moaned softly under my breath as I felt myself leaking piss into my boxers, squeezing my cock tightly through my pocket to stem the flow, bending forwards at the waist. Fuck, I was starting to lose it, and the bus hadn’t even arrived yet. I managed to hold on, but I could feel that my boxers were more than a little bit damp, and I just hoped I could make it home before I pissed myself completely. I straightened up slowly, relieved that the woman was looking the opposite way. After another minute or so, when I was now so desperate that I was considering sprinting to the car park and taking a long hard piss behind a van that was parked there, the bus finally appeared down the road. I walked up and stood behind the woman, who had her hand out to signal that she wanted to get on. She still had her legs wrapped around each other, and now I was closer I could see the rosy hue in her cheeks and the anxious expression on her face. She looked bursting, and I knew that despite the fact there’d be less traffic at this time in the evening, it could still take us around 30 minutes to get to our stop. I gave myself a good, hard squeeze through my pocket just as the bus slowed to a stop, knowing that it’d be difficult to hold myself on the bus without being incredibly obvious. I could feel my boxers damp with piss around my cock, and I told myself that no matter how full my bladder was, I was not going to piss myself in public. I was going to sit there, clamp my muscles shut and endure the pressure until I was finally somewhere I could relieve myself. We got on and paid our fare, and took our seats. The bus was almost empty, with one or two people sat further down at the back. She took a seat near the front and I sat across the aisle from her. I was going to sit further down to get some privacy, but the bus had already started to move off and besides, from where I was sitting I could watch her squirm out of the corner of my eye. I perched on the edge of my seat, ankles crossed underneath me and my hands resting on my bouncing thighs. I glanced across at her and saw that her legs were tightly crossed almost double, and she was leaning forwards in her seat looking intently out of the window. The bus set off, and luckily traffic was light. However, the vibration of the bus and the jolting every time we went over a pothole was making it hard to hang on, and I had no choice but to jam my hands between my squirming thighs and squeeze hard, not caring who saw me. As we stopped at a long queue of cars waiting to get over some traffic lights, I bit my lip and squirmed in my seat, willing the lights to change. The woman next to me was looking anxiously at the line of cars too, chewing her lip. She’d uncrossed her legs now and was sat bolt upright in her seat, fanning her thighs in and out with her hands pressed tightly against them. As I watched her, she moaned softly, tapping her palms against her thighs quietly. We still had around 20 minutes to go before our stop and we were both absolutely bursting for a pee. Finally, we were over the lights and making steady pace. I was squirming and fidgeting like mad, desperately trying to hold on just a few more minutes. As we went over a particular nasty pothole, the bus shuddered and I felt another spurt of piss escape my tortured muscles. I groaned under my breath and wrapped one hand tightly around my cock, leaning back in my seat and biting my lip as I fought to gain control. I managed to stop, but I knew now that I was in real danger of wetting myself where I sat. I squeezed my cock hard again, determined not to embarrass myself in public despite the fact my boxers were now even more soaked. I glanced across at the woman, and caught her watching me, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She sensed me looking her way and she looked away quickly, gazing out of the window, squirming in her seat and tapping her feet on the floor of the bus. As the bus got nearer and nearer to my stop, I began to come up with a plan of action. Although the walk to my house from my stop was only a few minutes, I knew there was absolutely no way I’d make it with dry trousers. There was a quiet alleyway less than a minutes’ walk away from the stop, secluded from the street by trees and hedges. I made up my mind that I’d piss there, hoping that nobody would be around. Less than 5 minutes to go, and by now I was frantic. My hands were pushed between my jiggling thighs, pressing down hard against my throbbing cock and squeezing tightly every few seconds. I was breathing quickly and my heart was pounding, and I was well aware that no matter how hard I held on, I was extremely close to losing control. The woman next to me seemed to be in a similar way. As we slowed down for yet another set of traffic lights, I glanced across and saw her lean forwards in her seat, and quickly place her bag onto her lap. As I watched her, she bit her lip and pressed one hand hard between her legs, squeezing hard. She squirmed in her seat and closed her eyes for a second, blowing air through her lips. ‘God, so fucking hot’ I thought to myself as I squeezed my cock tightly, quickly looking away as she opened her eyes and glanced in my direction. Her cheeks were bright red and she looked incredibly desperate to pee. Both of us were close to losing it with just a few more minutes to go. After what felt like an age, the bus turned into the road that our stop was on. I pressed the button to let the bus driver know, and stood up slowly, my bladder pounding worse than ever as I moved towards the door. Now that relief was only a couple of minutes away, it was getting harder and harder to hang on. I crossed my legs hard, squeezing myself through my pocket as I fought to keep my boxers dry now I was stood up on the bumpy bus. As the bus slowed to pull into the stop, I leaked again, spurting a hard stream of piss into my boxers. I grit my teeth and bounced on the spot, squeezing my thighs together and holding myself hard, not caring about people on the bus seeing how badly I had to piss. All I cared about now was getting to the alleyway and emptying my bladder in a long, hard stream. I glanced behind me and saw the woman was still sat down, perched on the edge of her seat with her hand still pressed between her legs underneath her bag. She glanced at me, her face a picture of urgency, biting her lip. She clearly didn’t trust herself to stand up without wetting herself while the bus stopped. The doors opened and I hurried off, thanking the driver, my voice strained as I fought to hold on for just one more minute. I heard the woman behind me thanking him too, her voice barely more than a whisper. I walked as fast as I dared without wetting myself, openly holding myself now, too desperate to care. Luckily, the street was quiet, but I could hear the woman’s footsteps behind me. She was walking quickly too, taking quick, short steps, clearly trying to press her thighs together as she walked. I wished I could’ve watched her, but at the moment my own desperation was the only thing on my mind. As I neared the alley, I felt myself leaking again, and I had to stop in my tracks. ‘Oh fuckkkk’ I moaned softly, squeezing my cock with both hands bending forwards on the spot, not caring about being seen. After a couple of seconds, I managed to stop the flow, but by now my boxers felt soaking wet with piss. I straightened up and hurried towards the alleyway, still holding myself hard. I glanced down and saw a small wet patch on my work trousers. It wasn’t obvious, but if I didn’t piss soon it was going to get a lot bigger. I began to jog, then, as I got nearer, practically sprinted into the alleyway, tugging my belt open as I did so. Thank fuck, there was nobody there. Before I could rip open my fly, my poor, aching muscles gave up after clamping back the flow for so long, and I started to leak again, unable to hold back the flow. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ I muttered as I frantically unzipped myself and pulled out my leaking cock, aiming it into the grass and moaning as I finally let loose. I glanced down at my bladder, amazed at how far it was bulging out, and I rubbed a hand over it, feeling how completely full and rock hard it was. Piss erupted from my cock, splashing noisily against the ground in a hard stream. I threw my head back and moaned again, relishing the sensation of finally releasing my urine. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the sensation of emptying my bursting, throbbing bladder, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I swore under my breath, my heart pounding, but there was just no way I could clamp off the flow, not when it felt this good. I glanced round and saw the woman standing there, bent over with her hands pushed between her tightly crossed legs, eyes fixed on my cock. Fuck, she obviously comes this way on her way home, I should’ve known. ‘I’m sorry, I was bursting, god I’m sorry’ I said quietly, my voice hoarse, still wetting hard, my poor bladder far from empty. I was so embarrassed and ashamed, but I just couldn’t stop the flow. She shook her head quickly, looking away. ‘No its ok, I was gonna do the same I’m gonna explode, I’ll keep watch for you’ she said breathlessly, glancing up and down the alleyway, bouncing on the spot, still holding herself. ‘Ohhh thank you’ I said quickly, extremely aroused at the fact that this woman was standing right behind me while I pissed a long, hard stream just metres away from her, and knowing that she was desperately waiting for me to finish so she could do the same. I pissed and pissed, finally starting to feel relief. ‘Ohh god, hurry up I’m dying’ she said sheepishly, and I heard her dancing from foot to foot. ‘Sorry, I really had to go’ I laughed, still wetting hard. After about a minute, my stream finally started to taper off, and I let the feeling of relief wash over me. I breathed a loud sigh of relief and zipped myself up quickly, aware that the woman was right behind me. ‘Thanks’ I said quietly, blushing hard, buzzing from the feeling of relief. ‘Its ok’ she said breathlessly, thrusting her bag at me as she danced from foot to foot, ‘Sorry but I really really need to go too, please can you hold this and keep watch?’ I took it and she hurriedly thanked me, her cheeks bright red as she darted past, quickly unzipping her work trousers. ‘Don’t look!’ she called over her shoulder as she squatted down and immediately started wetting, a sharp stream hitting the ground with a hiss. She gasped with relief, and despite her protest I couldn’t help but watch her, occasionally glancing up and down the alley to watch for anyone coming past. ‘Oh goddddd’ she muttered as she relieved her aching bladder, a huge puddle forming underneath her. She finally finished, and I quickly looked away as she pulled up her trousers, my heart still pounding. ‘Thanks’ she said quietly as I gave her the bag back, giving me a quick smile. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone’ she joked, before walking down the alley, leaving me standing there red faced, relieved, and extremely hard. We never spoke of it again, but occasionally exchanged a smile and a knowing look when we saw each other at the bus stop.
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  5. First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
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    First off, thank you to chazzi for originally posting these clips a while back (although in lower resolution). These clips from HUNT-672 feature a student with remote control over a vibrator that has somehow found its way into the teacher's panties. The teacher is at the mercy of the remote control vibe, and eventually wets herself in front of the entire class. The ladies are quite attactive, and wearing sexy skirts and heels in all clips. Unfortunately, I was only able to find hi-res clips for 5 of the 7 teachers featured in this video. Short descriptions of each clip provided below. I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. Clip 1: Brunette teacher wearing light blue skirt and white blouse. She does the best job of the teachers in this video at keeping her vibrator situation as discrete as possible. In the end, she cannot resist the vibe and wets herself in front of the class. Clip 2: White blouse showing off the teacher's nice cleavage, pink skirt and black heels. She resists the vibe for quite some time, but eventually has an embarrassing accident in front of the class. Clip 3: Dark gray skirt suit featuring a sexy mini skirt to show off her lovely legs. As she approaches the point where she will lose control, she begs the student with the remote control to spare her the embarrassment of a vibe-induced wetting in front of her class. The student cannot resist, and the teacher eventually loses her battle against the vibe. Clip 4: could not find scene 4 from this vid Clip 5: could not find scene 5 from this vid Clip 6: White blouse and light green mini skirt shows off a lot of leg with this teacher. She is mercilessly subjected to the remote control vibrator in this clip - the student is obviously enjoying the power he has over the teacher. Her sexy legs and short skirt are featured in the most sudden and explosive wetting of the entire set. This is one of my all-time favorite clips. Clip 7: Grey skirt suit with the hemline sitting just above the knees, complemented by black heels. Let's just say that her day of reading to the class turned out to be much more than the teacher bargained for. Another great ending with the teacher making a mess in her panties and skirt suit at the mercy of the vibe.
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  7. My sister is currently visiting us this week and the first thing she said when she entered my room was, "Is everything all right? It smells like pee here." I shrugged off her accusation, but decided that I couldn't risk her finding out that I wet my jeans. She's out with her friends tonight and I haven't peed all day and I was reading downstairs and leaked a little into my underwear so I rushed to my room and let out a little more. I gradually let more and more out until I couldn't stop. The pee reached my feet and my jeans are soaked, but hopefully I'll be able to cover up my accident before my sister returns.
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  8. Second YOI fic. I read something on tumblr I think where somebody wanted something like this written. Enjoy! It wouldn't be long now until he had to get on the ice. To prepare, Viktor was helping him with a few last minute stretches. They had cameras on them so despite wanting to run to the bathroom quickly before performing, Yuuri couldn't really slip away. He'd been struggling with getting away from the cameras long enough to go all afternoon, but he hadn't managed yet. Upon easing into a split, Yuuri felt his urge increase and a small blush grow over his face. It wasn't too bad yet but Yuuri's nerves were completely shot from the stress of performing. Yuuri had a bit of a nervous bladder. It was an issue his previous coach was aware of but he'd neglected to mention it to Viktor due to his embarrassment. He knew it would come out eventually but until he started feeling a little more comfortable with Viktor he wasn't sure he could stomach the idea of mentioning such a personal problem.Viktor helped Yuuri out of his split and ran one of his hands over the younger skaters warm cheek. With a small smile Viktor spoke. "Are you ready?" There was only 2 or 3 minutes left before the performance and Yuuri felt his anxiety begin to peak. He pressed his thighs together tightly as his urge built. With a short glance toward the hall which lead to the bathrooms, Yuuri nodded. There was no time left to go now.Viktor felt his own nervousness peak at the slight hesitancy Yuuri seemed to be displaying. He didn't want to unsettle Yuuri, but he could sense something being off. "You seem tense. Are you sure you're ok?"Yuuri shifted his hips a little and glanced at the ground. "Yeah, I just.." Yuuri hesitated slightly before learning forward and whispering into Viktor's ear, "I sort of really need the bathroom."Yuuri's blush grew and Viktor bit his lip. There wasn't enough time. "Can you hold it through the performance?"Yuuri shifted a little and nodded slowly. He wasn't completely sure of himself but he didn't have much choice.Viktor pulled Yuuri into a hug. "We"ll hurry to go right after the kiss and cry ok?"Yuuri nodded, pulled away from Viktor, and skated out onto the ice. The music began and Yuuri let his body be pulled into the routine.Yuuri tried his best to forget his bladder as he skated to eros. For the first half he was fairly successful too. The movement seemed to be helping. As he entered the spread eagle though he lost a small spurt. This surprised him and he faltered slightly on the jump immediately after.He hoped the wet patch wasn't noticeable. From the sidelines Viktor winced a little at the flub. He felt a tinge of guilt for not noticing Yuuri had to go earlier. As he was viewing Yuuri's performance though, he noticed an intriguing side effect of the young skaters desperation. All the moves which involved his hips, butt and pelvis were suddenly much more pronounced and alluring. That alone would probably make up for the lost points on the spin.Yuuri felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could channel the fearful energy into his skating but he was genuinely concerned about being able to hold it. He managed luckily. After the performance he quickly jetted off the ice, clenching his fists at his side to keep from holding himself on live TV."Yuuri! That performance was amazing!" Viktor smiled. Yuuri sheepishly returned a grin. Once off the ice, Yuuri nuzzled his face into Viktor's shoulder. He was relieved he'd done well but he couldn't stay still anymore. Yuuri wanted to know his score but wasn't sure he could hold it long enough to see. "Viktor..." Yuuri whined quietly.Viktor frowned and pulled Yuuri a little closer, suddenly feeling protective of the vulnerable young skater. Softly, Viktor whispered, "Can you hold it?"Yuuri's breath hitched as he felt another small leak. "I don't know..."Viktor cursed softly in Russian before planting a small kiss on Yuuri's forehead. "It's ok Yuuri, just go, I'll watch the score for you. I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."Yuuri didn't have time to think of a response. Instead he simply hurried backstage to relieve himself. Viktor set off to the kiss and cry and smiled when he saw Yuuri's score. They were currently in first place! Given Yuuri's handicap during the performance, Viktor was quite happy. He'd definately secured a spot in the next round. A few minutes later Viktor began growing concered. Yuuri was taking a long time to come back. Viktor felt a blush grow over his cheeks as he imagined a worst case scenario. It wouldn't be good for Yuuri's self esteem if he had an accident. Viktor resigned himself to checking in on Yuuri in 5 minutes.Yuuri chocked back a sob. He was standing in front of the toilet squirming desperately as he failed to unzip his costume. The stupid thing was hard to reach in the first place. He realized now it was stuck too. There was no way he'd be able to get it without help. Yuuri tried to steady his breathing. He was holding himself tightly now as he opened the stall to go out and get help. Viktor was startled when he saw Yuuri reappear in the stadium. He ran over quickly trying to figure out what was wrong. Poor Yuuri had been away for 15 minutes and still hadn't managed to go. He was shaking visibly and it was clear he had been crying. Viktor quickly hid the younger man from the view of the cameras and ushered him back to the bathroom."What's wrong? Why haven't you gone yet?" Viktor looked Yuuri up and down quickly trying to find any clues.Frantically squirming Yuuri stuttered out. "The zi.. zipper is st.. stuck!"Viktor stiffened and quietly swore again in russian. He quickly pushed Yuuri into a stall and worked on unzipping his costume. Yuuri's desperate squirming made the task difficult. The zipper really was stuck.Viktor growled and turned Yuuri to face him before simply pushing him down to sit on the toilet. Yuuri's eyes watered and he fought agaist Viktor to stand. Viktor kept his hands firmy planted on Yuuri's shoulders."I can't undo the zipper Yuuri. Just go and I'll get you something else to wear. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Yuuri crossed his legs and shook his head. "Please people will know if I come out wearing some thing else." He pressed his hands between his thighs. He was leaking constantly now. Viktor sighed and let Yuuri back up. He tried again on the zipper for a few minutes before it finally gave. Just as Viktor got it loose though Yuuri froze. The sound of liquid hitting tile sounded ten times louder in the empty bathroom. Viktor's heart clenched at the sound. There wasn't much point now... To minimize the mess Viktor sat Yuuri back down on the toilet. "Yuuri look at me." Viktor knew he couldn't let Yuuri beat himself up about this. It was critical for Yuuri's skating that he build his confidence. Yuuri's eyes flittered between the floor and Viktor's face for a moment before settling again on the floor.Viktor sighed and lifted Yuuri's chin so that the young skater would be forced to look up. Yuuri's stream finally tapered off in the tense quiet moment."You skated beautifully today and this has nothing to do with how I see you ok?" Viktor ran his hand through Yuuri's hair and gave him a small smile."I wet your costume.."Viktor shook his head. "Yuuri, I care about you. The costume doesn't matter to me right now. I'm going to get you some clean clothes, pick up your medal and bring you back to relax in the hotel before our flight tomorrow. Alright?"Yuuri nodded slowly. "Thank you Viktor."Viktor smiled.
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  9. Yuri on Ice Fic

    Yuri pressed his thighs together firmly and chewed his lip. His seat-belt was pressing tightly against waist. Yuri balled the fabric of his jeans in his hands before glancing over at his coach. He hoped the other man hadn't yet noticed his predicament but with his constant fidgeting, he wouldn't be surprised. Viktor's eyes were half closed and staring blankly out the window. The sky had just fallen dark and the city lights were twinkling like stars. Part of Yuri wished the quiet atmosphere would lull Viktor to sleep. He pictured Viktor's head falling gently against the window and his perfect hair getting messy when his bangs pressed against the cold glass. His desire doubled when the older man's eyes pulled away from the glittering cityscape, to look at him. "You know, I used to hate traveling as a kid." Viktor remarked softly. Yuri smiled a little at that. He still hated traveling. Partially, because he was restless in general and right now because of the pressure in his lower belly. "I started enjoying it wherever I learned to relax and just take things slow." Viktor stretched his arms upward and arched his back. Yuri, despite his discomfort, was curious. His eyes drank in the sight before him as Viktor's muscles pulled slowly and as a quiet, breathy, moan escaped the older man's lips . He thought Viktor had always been rather laid back. Picturing him as anything but relaxed, stern, excited, or sexy was unusually difficult. "Did I ever tell you about the time I fainted?" Yuri frowned, forgetting his problem for a moment. "No, I don't think you did." "It was really early in my career. I had just taken on my last coach and he had worked with such a large number of Olympic skaters I thought I had to dedicate all I had to the sport in order to be good enough for him. I didn't eat so I could drop weight, slept 6 hours at night, and spent all the rest of my time studying skating, or training." Yuri bit his lip. He'd adopted similar habits whenever Viktor became his coach. "My body couldn't take it after about two weeks of relentless work. One day I was doing some jumps on the ice, my vision had been on and off spotty for a few days, so I didn't take the warning signs seriously before I feinted." Yuri felt suprised this never got news coverage. Viktor looked at Yuri sadly, "In the hospital my coach talked the whole thing over with me and got me to work on some relaxation exercises. I learned my lesson and have been much more laid back ever since." Viktor pulled Yuri closer and ran his fingers through his the young skaters hair. Electricity sparked through Yuri's spine. He squirmed, partially from his problem and partially because of Viktor's touch. "I always want you to be honest with me Yuri." Viktor's warm breath tickled the younger man's ear. Yuri swallowed. All his nerves were lit up in an instant, startled awake by Viktor's proximity. "Tell me Yuri, what has you so tense?" Viktor nuzzled his face into Yuri's bare neck and trailed his fingers across the young man's right thigh. Slowly moving to touch the inside of the limb. Yuri could hear his heart beating in his ears and he could feel the blood moving.. elsewhere.. quickly. All of this touching very quickly becoming a problem. "Viktor, I need to.." Yuri's voice was breathy and unsteady. He couldn't just say that could he? "Tell me Yuri." Viktor purred. Yuri choked a little. "I have to go.." Viktor's nuzzling slowed. "What do you mean?" Yuri groaned. How'd he mess this up? Viktor was all over him! His eyes teared up. His need was almost starting to hurt. "I mean.." Viktor pulled away slightly, looking Yuri over with concern. His hand was still resting between Yuri's thighs. Yuri felt a few warm drops leak out and his eyes widened in panic. "How far til we get to the hotel?" His voice was trembling. Viktor's eye's drifted to Yuri's pants quickly realizing the problem. He'd felt the leak. "About 10 minutes I think. Can you wait?" Yuri grimaced. "I'm not sure." Yuri pressed both his hands beetween his legs and squirmed in an attempt to maintain control. There wasn't much point in being discrete now. Viktor watched with rapt attention. He'd never seen Yuri quite like this before. Weirdly enough, he almost felt enticed by the desperate squirming. Yuri was touching himself so needily, it was alluring. This went on for a few minutes before Yuri started whimpering softly. Viktor bit his lip uncertainly before moving his hand to massage Yuri gently through the fabric of his light blue jeans. "Let me help." Yuri felt like dying. Viktor, his idol, was all over him. Why did he have to pee now of all times? Why wasn't Viktor disgusted? "We're almost there Yuri. Just a little longer. You can wait for me right?" Yuri felt tears start to form in his eyes. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Viktor's hand rubbed slowly, putting pressure in all the right places. Yuri's breath shuddered when he realized what the other man was trying to do. Viktor's cheeks were flushed a slight pink. Was he turned on? "You can't go if you're hard right?" Viktor undid the button on Yuri's jeans trying to ease the pressure. Viktor frowned when he felt just how full Yuri was. Yuri looked away from Viktor and swallowed. "Well yeah, but if I cum.." Viktor nodded and looked at his phone. "Only a few minutes now Yuri. I don't want to freak you out but there are going to be paparazzi when we get there. You have to hold it." Yuri's lip trembled. "I haven't gone since we left home." Viktor grimaced when he saw the wet spot on Yuri's pants widen slightly. He looked around the car hoping he could find something for Yuri to pee into. He came up shorthanded. "Calm down Yuri, it'll be ok. Look at me. You own your body, not the other way around." Yuri nodded, took a few breaths and forced his upper body to relax. He remembered Viktor telling him that in training before too. Viktor smiled sadly and went back to massaging Yuri through his pants. They pulled up to the hotel entrance a few moments later. He looked out the window and swore softly. There were a lot of people outside. They weren't even organized. The body gaurds were late too. There was nothing for it. Viktor turned and kissed Yuri passionately. Yuri stiffened at the kiss. Viktor pulled away after a moment and looked down at the younger skaters pants. He could see the boner. "Put your hands in your pockets. Stay behind me and don't look at anyone. You're going to make it." Viktor pushed open the door and pulled Yuri out behind him. He felt the younger's hand on his shoulder and felt his heart clench. Yuri was having trouble walking. Viktor moved his way through the crowd expertly, only stopping briefly to check on Yuri behind him. Once they got through the crowd Viktor turned to look at Yuri directly. "We're on the top floor. Pretend to be sleepy so I can carry you." Yuri's legs were shaking badly. "Do I have another option?" Viktor shook his head. He glanced through the window at the cameras outside. "The media will eat this up. Your other option is to piss yourself trying to walk to the elevator." Yuri groaned softly but wrapped his arms snugly around Viktor's neck. He kept his thighs together tightly and rested his head on the taller man's shoulder. He felt a hand supporting his butt and another wrap around his upper back. Before they started moving. "Viktor?" His voice was quiet and scared. Viktor looked down at the man in his arms. They were standing in front of the elevator now. Yuri squirmed slightly. "I'm leaking.." Viktor looked back into the hallway and was relieved to find the hotel staff holding back the photographers. "Hold it just a minute longer, we're almost to the room." Viktor was starting to feel really concerned. What if Yuri hurt himself trying to hold it? They were beyond the cameras now, maybe he should just go.. Viktor stepped into the elevator as soon as it opened and pressed the close door button repeatedly until it closed. Yuri felt a long spurt escape and he gasped, "Put me down.." Viktor kissed Yuri once more in an attempt to quiet the younger male. It worked briefly. They had to get to the room. He couldn't risk Yuri being seen like this. The elevator doors opened and Viktor rushed out to their room. Yuri was shaking in his arms, as he slid the key card into the door. He sighed in relief when the light went green. Viktor opened the door quickly and shut it behind him in a desperate attempt to hide his pupil. Yuri was crying openly now. Viktor was scared. "Stop trying to hold it! No one can see you now. You're going to hurt yourself." Yuri whimpered as Viktor set him down. "I can't make it..." Viktor started to feel panic creep into the back of his mind. "I don't care! Please just go!" Viktor watched as Yuri kept losing small spurts. His legs were tightly crossed and both hands were pressed between his thighs. "I cant hold it!" Viktor growled softly at Yuri's determination. He took the younger boys wrists and pinned them against the door and wedged his knee between the skater's legs. He kissed Yuri again, and smiled against his mouth as he felt him let go completely at the action. His accident was splattered densely against the carpet. Viktor kissed first, but Yuri quickly responded with vigor. The relief of finally letting go overwhelmed his body and hormones surged through him in response. He leaned into the kiss to stay upright, no longer trusting his legs to support him. It was embarrassing, but it felt to good to stop. Viktor ran a hand through Yuri's hair and pressed himself into Yuri further hoping to put a little pressure on the younger's still swollen bladder. Yuri gasped at the pressure and moaned quietly as more hot piss flooded his underwear. He whimpered quietly at the loud hissing, and the splattering sounds he was producing. Yuri felt himself blush. "I.. I don't think I can stop." Yuri stuttered. "Just let me know when you're finished. There is nothing to be ashamed of Yuri." Viktor kept murmuring encouragements into the younger males ear and putting pressure against Yuri's bladder. After a minute the younger male finally stopped fighting and relaxed into Viktor's strong arms. By the time Yuri's stream finally tapered off, both men were breathing heavily exhausted from the experience. Yuri felt an odd mix of closeness embarrassment, and relief. Viktor was surprised to find he was a little turned on and greatly relieved as well. Viktor ruffled Yuri's hair. "Let's get cleaned up."
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  10. Traveling in the Lanes Between was boring. Since all the worlds moved on their own time axes, the intermediate space felt like the seconds were passing in a warped, weird fashion. Aqua knew she'd die if she didn't have her armor here, but all the specifics were unknown. It was just a void that the Keyblade guided her through. Okay, there was one obvious sign that time was passing; Aqua was really starting to need to use the bathroom. With all the Unversed crawling around each of the worlds she'd visited so far, there was no chance for that kind of break. Not that she'd use their restrooms anyway, not unless it was a real emergency, she'd feel awkward about it with the whole rule about meddling and whatnot. So what was she going to do? Well, she was an adult, and a new Keyblade Master at that, a position that entailed being moral, smart, and most of all, strong. She was strong, she would last a little while longer. Ideally, that'd be enough time to find Ven again (though she had just seen him in Maleficent's castle, so maybe she wouldn't be so lucky), and convince him to come home with her (again, pretty unlikely). Back at the academy, she'd have no problem relieving herself. If that didn't happen...she'd have to improvise, wherever she was. Or maybe her fortune was turning up, because another traveler of the Lanes Between curved in front of her, equipped with armor similar to her own and their own Keyblade vehicle. Aqua found herself getting excited at the prospect of finding her friend so quickly. Well, she was half-right, as she sped up and approached the other, she could now see the details of the armor and Keyblade. It wasn't Ven, but their third friend, Terra. Sure, she was looking for him too, but he wouldn't do anything for her personal problem. "Where's he going?" Aqua had no idea which world Terra was on his way to, or why he was even going in this direction of space. She could just leave him to his own devices, he had only just missed earning his own Mark of Mastery and proven himself just as capable, and focus on herself for now. But Master Eraqus had given her orders to keep an eye on Terra, and after what Maleficent had said about his darkness, Aqua wasn't taking any chances. If anything, it might be best to reign him in too, so she began following him at a fair distance, until their landing. --------------- Aqua stepped through the portal of light her Keyblade opened, into their destination world. The town square she seemed to have found herself in was empty, so she must have just missed Terra. Next things she noticed was, this place was pretty. Blue skies, clean streets, flowers, and...lots of little waterfalls. "Oh, why that," she moaned, shuffling just a little in place. Running water was doing her bladder no favors. No, wait, she wasn't alone. The old duck in the blue jacket and top hat hadn't seen her yet, but she still froze and stood up straight to hide any discomfort. "Come on Aqua, you're better than this," she reprimanded. "You can manage for a little longer, can't you?" The mere fact that she was starting to falter was embarrassing, when she had no one to blame but herself for getting this bad. The one thing she knew was, she needed to work as fast as possible. Standing around here was doing her no good, especially not with the flowing fixtures giving her "suggestions". So, if she had just missed Terra, maybe someone else saw him. And she figured, this duck was the only immediate lead, chasing him down. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but have you seen someone else? Someone not from around here?" The bird turned to face her, giving Aqua the chance to see he was soft and kindly. "Aye, I'll help a kind lass any way I can," he offered in a thick accent. "Actually, I think I know just who you're talking about." He pointed at the largest building in sight, behind a sturdy gate and up on the hill. "You'd probably best look around the castle." The blue-haired Master looked over the citadel and cringed. Castle grounds always have a lot of empty space, so it'd take forever to search. And a big landmark like that would gather so many Unversed. And there were always patrols and no place to hide...you know, just in case she had to do something she wasn't proud of. Still, if that's where Terra was, she'd have to check it out. "Thank you for your help," she shouted as she ran off...for a couple seconds, until she realized physically exerting movement was most definitely something to be avoided. She resorted to a brisk walk instead. Was this the worst she could be? Not especially, she didn't need to do anything more revealing than a little leg movement, but that was the ironic paradigm. She was tough enough to hold for quite a while, but she also needed to exert herself a lot more because of her ability. It canceled the benefit out, made it worse if anything, that increase in pee needing to stay in during a fight. And considering how there were always Unversed jumping out to battle, it was safe to say she was already approaching her limit. At least it was quiet now. A couple of the guards were wandering around, a few people that looked like scientists, but things were good. Well, on the monster side. Aqua climbed the many stairs leading up to the stronghold, already an exhausting task, in the hopes of a few different outcomes. Maybe she'd find her friend and give her an excuse to return home. Maybe she'd get a lead on the source of the Unversed, her actual mission. Or maybe she'd find an entrance that would let her in to use the bathroom. Hey, she could dream. What she wasn't expecting to find was another girl, a really young one with red hair picking flowers. "I guess these grounds really are open to everyone," Aqua mused. Admittedly, this whole world seemed safe, but she still felt very worried about this kid being on her own, that it was now her duty to care for her. She got down to the lower eye level, specifically down on one knee instead of squatting. "Hello there. Are you supposed to be with someone?" "My grandma's somewhere around here. Look at the pretty flowers I picked!" She held out a handful of colorful plants, with an incredibly wide smile and closed eyes to cap off the cuteness. Now Aqua could tell why this world had been safe. The Unversed were created through negative emotions, and this place was bright and radiant. This girl in particular, there was no way she had any darkness in her heart. If she went off on her own frequently, it wouldn't be Aqua's place to interfere. She stood up very delicately and started walking away, when a swishing sound cut in behind her. That was a sound she knew by this point, as she pivoted towards it. It was a small gathering of the lowest Unversed, creeping towards the girl. "Don't you touch her," Aqua shouted, summoning her Keyblade and leaping towards the monster closest to the child, striking it down with one powerful slash. Only then did she remember that a wide, forceful movement like that was the worst thing she could do at the moment. Landing from that sent waves through her, straining her and reminding her that, yes, she really had to pee right now, her usual fighting style was not going to cut it. But that was the style she had focused on, refined and perfected to be acceptable for a Master, what was she going to do? She moved too much, she used concentration to cast magic, she'd be wet soon. The only thing she could do as a guardian was cover the girl with her body, so she had no choice but to do it, towering over her as she was forced to the ground. But there were still Unversed attacking, approaching them, being active threats, and Aqua was helpless and accepting it. She was losing herself to darkness, everything she had been warned about, what she had promised wouldn't happen on the path to mastery. It could happen to the best, as everyone was worried about Terra for, and now Aqua was losing. That is, until the satisfying sound of Keyblade destroying Unversed reverberated through the air. Aqua's eyes shot open and turned to look. She certainly wasn't expecting to see a mouse with big ears holding a Keyblade. And whoever he was, he was showing up a Master right now, the person who had worked hard for that title wasn't going to just take that. She jumped back to her feet, this time aware of the bodily stress it would cause her and just not caring, ready to fight as she should. But she still had this kid to worry about in a hectic battle. "I can't fight and protect this girl at the same time!" She couldn't fight and hold herself either, but she wasn't going to say that one out loud. "Focus on getting her somewhere safe," the mystery mouse shouted. And he was right, protecting those unable to fight was the highest priority. Aqua was just starting to learn that there was much more than blindly and ferociously slaying the creatures of darkness, right now it was most important to retreat, at least until civilians were secured. The blue-haired girl took the red-haired one by the hand and pulled her down the stairs. The Unversed seemed to only be focused on the mouse, because they weren't chasing the girls, even when they stopped on the platform a flight down. Aqua was breathing heavy, trying her absolute hardest to keep her body under her control with the waves of desperation crashing down inside. It was getting dangerously close to overtaking her, she couldn't help but cross her legs at the knees, push her thighs together repeatedly, and bounce a couple inches down. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the young girl, who tilted her head in confusion. "Miss adult lady, do you need to go potty?" Well, it was an inevitability that someone would catch on, better a little girl she'd never see again than someone close to her. "Yeah, I do. Don't worry about me, I'm going to be okay. And I'm going to take care of those monsters. You stay here, out of trouble, and wait until I return. Okay?" The girl nodded, for as much as the word of a little kid meant, and Aqua...hobbled, at best, back up the stairs with her weapon drawn. --------------- The final Unversed fell to Aqua's Keyblade, and wow, was she happy it was over. Even more than most, Aqua's fighting style was not suited to holding. Swinging the Keyblade was the least taxing thing she could do, but her physical strength was low, she relied on a lot of powerful (and difficult) magic, and dodging with gymnastic cartwheels. It was not a pretty melding of techniques. As her plight continued far past the point of tolerance or acceptance, Aqua was really starting to hate her choice in outfit. In most circumstances, her clothes were very fitting, they allowed for flexibility but were also very modest. It just so happened that it was equally effective at giving her the feeling she might always be literally seconds away from an accident. Her shorts were tight, which right now accentuated the painful feeling in the parts below. The waistband didn't go high enough to push on her bladder, but the corset more than made up for that. And their laces were purely decoration, there was no way to loosen it. She'd either keep wearing it as it was or lose it entirely, and she wasn't going to leave behind a belonging of hers. So she was going to keep suffering. Her rodent comrade dismissed his Keyblade. "Phew, we finally got rid of all those monsters. Oh, I never introduced myself! I'm Mickey, I'm Yen Sid's apprentice." He held out his right hand to shake. With her Keyblade still in her right, Aqua held out her left to match the greeting. "Aqua, I'm Master Eraqus' pupil. I suppose that explains why you have a Keyblade." "And I'm Kairi!" Somehow, neither of them had heard the girl run back up the stairs towards them until she shouted her presence. Aqua wanted to reprimand her for disobeying her demand, but honestly, she didn't have the energy to do so right now if they were no longer in danger. "Well, two heads are better than one, they say. We should team up until we can be sure those monsters are gone," Mickey offered. Aqua knew he was making perfect sense, it was a reasonable suggestion, but she still wanted to refuse so bad. It was crystal clear now, unless a miracle happened and she came across a bathroom in the next 15 minutes at maximum, she was going to have to do her business somewhere indecent. And she wasn't going to be able to do that unless she was alone, at least not around someone she didn't know. Which is why she was relieved when something in Mickey's pocket started glowing and, against his will, whisked him away. Looking at the spot in the sky where the other Keyblade wielder disappeared, Aqua didn't realize how close Kairi had gotten until she tugged on the Keyblade. "What's this thing?" "That's a Keyblade, the ultimate weapon for fighting evil." "Wow! I want to be as cool as you when I grow up, Miss Aqua!" While Aqua agreed that it was important to learn to defend oneself, with as pure of a heart that Kairi was giving off, she'd be a target if she went off into the fray. So instead, she reached down and gently grabbed the pendant around Kairi's neck. "I cast a little magic spell on you, it'll protect you until you find that special person that can protect you." It was a very minor spell, it wasn't too demanding to cast it. Aqua still regretted the feeling. Kairi looked over her pendant with a newfound sense of wonder, meaning she missed someone else climb the stairs, an old woman who saw the little girl and smiled. "There you are, Kairi!" "Grandma!" She ran back to her grandmother, which meant Aqua was no longer responsible for her, and she could get back to her own problems. Until Kairi paused, and ran back to Aqua. "Don't worry, Miss Aqua, I won't tell anyone about you needing to potty," she whispered. Again, for whatever the word of a little kid was worth, Aqua accepted it. "Thank you, Kairi." The two waved each other off and Kairi left with her grandmother. Aqua was alone again, and very thankful it turned out that way, because she wasn't going to wait much longer. Now the Master was on a mission of her own, she was finding a private place to let loose, she had let this go way too far and wasn't going to put up with it any more. But she wouldn't get any kind of acceptable privacy on the castle grounds, so she dismissed her Keyblade, balled both of her hands into fists and pressed them both against the front of her shorts. She figured it was a little less humiliating than full-out holding herself. She could tell already, in that awkward position, she was going to struggle to make it back to the main town. --------------- There was very little that Aqua was more thankful of than this world having very few residents. Sticking to back roads instead of going through the square, she wasn't running into anyone, she could be as open about her desperation as she wanted with impunity. And boy, was she taking advantage of that opportunity. "Oh I gotta go I gotta go so bad," she rushed out without a second to pause or breathe. Regardless of how much of a hurry she was in, she still couldn't help but stop and dance in place, full body shaking and fidgeting overcoming her every muscle. Through an incredible amount of will, Aqua staggered into the town's aqueduct. In one respect, this was the worst place she could have stumbled across, water being an awful thing to see and its loud rushing noise tempting her to follow suit with probably equivalent force. But it was also the best thing that happened to her, aqueducts were not populated spots, and the place looked empty. So much water was flowing through, who would ever know? She was more than ready to undress to the necessary level, but she needed to defy instinct for just a little longer. "Any Unversed wanna come out and fight? I'm open, my guard's down, I'm severely handicapped, you won't get a better chance!" Better they attack before her shorts were down, even if both were just as likely to lead to some wet clothing. Same result by doing nothing, as the first walls of defense finally broke down inside her, the long-waiting leaks beginning. Everything besides the water was quiet, no matter how many drops she let escape, Aqua could only conclude it was safe. "Took long enough!" She leapt to the edge of the walkway, and pulled her shorts and panties to her knees while squatting inches above the concrete in the same motion. It gave her the chance to see the stain on her striped underwear, the affected blue bands darkened while the white streaks showed a yellow dye. It did not take long to convince her body that it was time to empty, she started spraying full-blast into the water supply, which was hopefully going out rather than in. In response, she let out a large exhale, it felt so good. The sound of her liquids meeting the reservoir's was a ringing impact that drove in how much she needed this, how little a choice she had in this matter. Too bad it couldn't last. Since she hadn't closed her eyes from the intense feeling, she was still able to see something fly into the area next to this one. It was a giant Unversed, so close and probably about to wreak havoc. Aqua frantically looked between where it landed and where her powerful torrent was crashing down multiple times. She couldn't just let that happen, a Keyblade Master couldn't let evil cause destruction because of personal reasons taking priority. That meant only one thing. "Why does it have to be me being tormented?!" She clenched her internal muscles to cut off the flow of urine, only just waiting for that to be successful before pulling her shorts back up and running out. All in all, she got about 15 seconds of relief. She hoped that would be enough to hold her over. Climbing the stairs down, Aqua could only conclude it was definitely not enough. She had only just gotten started, her bladder was pleading to be allowed to continue right now. That extra feeling roughly equaled how much she got from peeing as much as she did, so she was in the same predicament and pain of a minute ago. And she had willingly given up the chance to feel all better. This Unversed better be worth it. And she wasn't the only one chasing this creature down, two men with Keyblades were coming from different angles as well. One was already surprising, Aqua didn't expect to meet up with Terra even when she knew he was here, but the other was the real shocker. "Ven?!" "Terra! Aqua," Ven called out. This was the first time all three had met since the Unversed outbreak, it would be a good time to catch up and clear their individual goals up, but there was a much more pressing matter that they faced. The giant, autonomous pieces of armor looked formidable, it'd be a tough fight with three trained Keyblade wielders against it. Ironically, the one Master among them was the least confident. Aqua knew, given how much she felt like she'd burst just standing around, a big battle was sure to make her explode. "Terra, Ven...can I ask you a favor?" "What is it," Ven inquired. "I'm not going to be able to fight well, and I'm so sorry for asking, but can you two handle this?" "What?!" Terra really didn't believe that, he would have questioned it more, until he narrowly dodged a swing from a huge, clawed gauntlet. This really wasn't the time for a full interrogation. "Alright, fine. Me and Ven have got this guy!" Sure enough, the boys were certainly capable enough, they were doing a plenty good job winning while Aqua watched from the sidelines. And they weren't paying attention to her, giving her the opening to hold herself. Okay, she would have done it anyway even if they were looking, but she felt better about it this way. In quite impressive time, the Unversed was defeated, dissipating as two Keyblades cleaved it into more pieces than it started out with. "He's down," Terra proclaimed as his weapon disappeared. "Now, would the Master care to explain why she sat this out?" "Are you okay, Aqua," Ven asked worriedly. "Are you injured?" It was already too late for her. Their arena was part of the aqueduct's route, so coming down here did not eliminate the sound of running water. The sounds of battle did not drown it out, Aqua had to suffer listening to it. The taste of emptiness her bladder felt was only making it hunger more, she couldn't take its demands. Her urgency was increasing even more, up to this moment, where she was finally at her pure limit. Terra and Ven may have been close friends to her, there was still no way she was going to expose herself to them. Aqua was going to pee herself, no way around it. She might be able to live with it if they saw that, but she'd certainly rather they didn't. And with how suspicious she'd been leading to this, they were not going to blindly obey if she just told them to turn around or leave. So, mean as it may be, a little magic was the only way to maintain some amount of dignity. "Blackout!" Blackout was a spell that temporarily blinded all enemies in a small radius from the caster. And Aqua cruelly used it to prevent her friends from witnessing her accident. That's the kind of action that would probably get her Master status revoked if Eraqus ever found out. She'd willingly face the punishment later, right now she just needed to go. It's not like she was trying to hide that she was peeing, there's no way the sound of the thick stream through her shorts down onto the metal flooring could be hidden. She just didn't want them to see it, see her black shorts turn even more reflective as they were soaked, see the rivulets of golden urine run down the bit of exposed thighs into her socks, pool around her shoes, as she looked down mortified. No matter what interruption may come around, she wasn't stopping this time, she might as well relax and enjoy it. There was no denying how much relief was running through her, that her muscles could rest after how much they had been overworked, that she had just barely avoided serious damage, but it was small comforts. She knew it was wrong, a Keyblade Master, an adult wetting their pants. There was absolutely no excuse for this outcome, she couldn't defend herself, she couldn't take herself seriously after hitting a point where a little girl had taken pity on her. Aqua had messed up hard, and she hated herself for it. Dwelling on self-loathing was enough to carry her through the whole nightmare, because before she realized how much time had passed, her torrent scaled down to a loud pee, then to a light dribble before stopping, with only the drops stuck to her clothing left to fall (though there were a lot of them). A quick rundown of herself revealed that most of her shorts and the inner half of her socks were totally drenched, saturated, and disgusting. It was amazing that the scarves around her waist seemed to come out unscathed, but that didn't mean much. "There's no way I can hide this," she admitted, defeated. Blackout was just wearing off, as Terra and Ven stopped stumbling around in the dark, and their first action with sight restored was to stare with uncomfortable piercing gazes to make up in awkwardness for what they missed. None of them said anything, no one needed explanations, imagination filled in the gaps. Aqua was the first to say anything. "I'm...I'm sorry you had to see this." She wasn't crying, it was just a blank somberness. The boys looked between themselves, miming their questions with hand and facial motions, getting nowhere in their silent debate until Terra started urging Ven forward. Even as their friend, Aqua didn't have enough of the male bonding to have any clue what they were talking about until Ven spelled it out. "Don't worry about it, Aqua. We promise we won't say anything." "Even after that reckless magic usage," Terra added. "Yeah, even after that. You know us, we wouldn't embarrass you like that." "I'm thankful you won't tell anyone, but..." She had a hard time trying to vocalize her concern. "But I'm worried about how you see me now," she muttered, though still loud enough to barely be heard. "How we see you?" Ven looked back at Terra, who nodded to urge him on. "We see you as our friend. One mistake like this isn't going to suddenly change that. Come on, you know there's been weirder things between us." "As students, sure. But I'm supposed to be a Master now, you don't think this is unacceptable for someone in that position?" Ven groaned. "You're letting your Master title go to your head. It's just a word, it doesn't define you." Terra looked uncomfortable in the background, where no one noticed. "You're still human, you're not suddenly immune to mistakes because of it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green star, a Wayfinder charm that Aqua had made for all three of them. "Didn't we agree that we'd always be equal?" Aqua pulled out her blue Wayfinder to match it, and Terra's yellow trinket joined to make the whole trifecta. Just looking over the physical manifestation of their bond touched Aqua deep in her heart. "Thanks. Really, I mean it, that was a really nice thing to say." She smiled, which from an outside perspective, looked pretty weird in juxtaposition with her wet clothes. Terra found it funny, because he started laughing. "Seriously, Aqua, I meant what I said before. Sometimes you really are such a girl." "And I meant what I said too! What is 'sometimes' supposed to mean?" The three shared a group laugh, in a warm way that symbolized the light they could bring out. Though Aqua's warm feeling was starting to fade into a chill, so she stopped to move on. "If we're all here, I think we all have a few things to explain." "You sure you don't want to clean up first," Ven asked. "I'll survive until I can make a quick stop at the academy to change. Let's just get a little further away from..." She looked down at the puddle of evidence she'd left. "Away from that." They walked to the other side of the circle, to get each other on the same page...or maybe friendship, aspirations, and trust weren't as simple and clean as that. --------------- Author's note: Man, it's going to be awkward for Aqua when she has to fight Vanitas right after this.
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  11. Public, part 1

    January 18, 2017 Today, after serious contemplation and thought, I wanted to try a risky move, so I texted my hubby to tell him to meet me at the mall. So an hour before I left, I made sure to drink a big thing of tea, and another one on the road. It made me excited to try something more daring, to try something riskier. I made it over to the mall in 35minutes, I looked around for my hubby and finally found him ^^' hello hotty <3. There he was, wearing nice black pants and a nice green dress shirt. But enough of what he's wearing, I had on my light sky blue shirt which sleeves covered my fore arms, not tucked in and a khaki skirt to my ankles, beige pantyhose and black sexy boots. I looked around and there was a lot of people around, but honestly I don't think anyone was paying attention. I grabbed the book that was in my bag and made the impression that I was trying to sell the book to my hubby incase any on lookers came strolling by. I looked around nervously biting my lower lip, my hubby soon clued in as to what I was scheming. I stood there nervous, I closed my eyes and started to pee. I had to stay still to reduce the risk of the pee getting my skirt wet. Which was hard enough to do as it was. I opened my eyes and my hubby was looking guard, I could see his excited ness ^^' I stood in a pool of my own pee, luckily just a small section at the ends got a tiny bit wet, nothing worth getting excited about. I moved out of the puddle then we moved we away. My face was red, my hubby was more scared then I was ^^' I had to wait until I was abit more dry to sit, but we eventually sat and had a beverage, what a rush :)
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  12. This is probably the opposite of a problem, but my datemate and I are both into omo, and last weekend I managed to convince them to do a holding contest with me, which ended with them wetting themselves on my lap (I'm going to write the experiance out once I can think of it wit out blushing.) So after that they told me they'd be down to do omo stuff once a month, which is a lot since I only see them on the weekends. The thing is though, I'm SUPER awkward about being into omo??? Like I've pissed myself on camera before and posted pictures and videos online, as well as I've posted experiances on here, but in real life it feels a lot more awkward. Basically what I'm wondering if it gets like less awkward or if other people get weird moments where they're like "holy shit I used this person I'm into as a toilet" and that stops???
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  13. Sounds like he enjoys a little bit of domination. This is perfectly normal. Certainly not something everyone is into, but many are. It's not a boy/girl thing, it's a kink thing. I suggest you have a good talk about it. Even if it's embarrassing, it's going to save you a lot of pain later on and can open the door to a lot of fun. Establish what is and isn't okay - what's a hard limit, what's a soft limit, and what you'd be willing to experiment with. Sounds like overall you enjoyed the experience, but you're a bit conflicted. I suggest just considering whether this is something you'd be okay with doing more of, or if you feel like this was going a bit too far. If you can't stand being made to beg, tell him and I'm sure he'll respect that. But if you're okay with doing it up to a certain point, it really pays off to discuss openly what is and isn't okay. No one is a mind reader - not you, not us, and not your boyfriend. So open communication is really key. Maybe playing like this in public is a bit too scary, so perhaps it's an idea to do it at home next time. You can always lock the bathroom and give your bf the key - that way, you can play out the same kind of scenario without risking any public embarrassment. Have fun!
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  14. Download limit

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  15. Just to keep this thread active and moving along. Here we have Sexy Ayesha on Babestation doing her normal routine of moving her hips from side to side, but here she seems to be keeping her legs close together and moving them more than normal. She does cross her legs from time to time and slightly bounces up and down, not sure what you think but could she be in need of a comfort break ? Video uploaded by someone on March 22nd 2016 Sexy Ayesha On Babestation.mp4
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  16. Over the New Year period my husband, baby, and I went to stay with friends in another city/town. It was super freaking hot the entire time because Queensland in Summer. Sweating buckets hot. One evening I had an absolutely ripper headache because I hadn't drunk nearly enough water during the day. I don't normally drink much during the day if I'm somewhere unfamiliar because I prefer not to pee in unfamiliar places, but it was a mistake on such a hot day. So I made up for my dehydration by drinking a heap of water very quickly. A couple of hours later it had got dark and I decided to put baby to sleep by taking her for a walk in the pram. I went to pee before I left the house but the only bathroom was already being used and I didn't want to wait because that would be embarrassing. I know, most people wouldn't think so. Whatever. Anyway I didn't really need to go; it was just one of those "pee before you leave the house" things. Two minutes down the road I decided I actually did need to pee quite a bit. But I couldn't just go back to the house because that would be embarrassing. I know right? So I decided to just go for a half hour walk and then go back inside. I was literally checking my phone every minute. At the nine minute mark I was sure I wouldn't be able to wait half an hour. In fact I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it back to the house. All of a sudden I'd reached the "you might pee any second" level of desperation. It wasn't a great situation to be in. I was wearing light grey shorts. Which is theoretically not what you would want to wet yourself in; but they are made from some new quick-dry material so who knows how badly an accident might show? Or how quickly it might dry? The safer alternative was to pee outside. Which I hate doing. And I was in a suburb with lots of street lights and no cover. No traffic though, I hadn't seen a single car on the road. I couldn't face the embarrassment of my friends seeing me in pissy clothes so I ended up parking the pram and using it as a shield while I squatted in the gutter. Super classy. If I had been that desperate near my own house with no one home except husband I'd have risked wetting myself instead. But then I wouldn't have got in that position in those conditions. Then I got lost and took about an hour to get back to my friends' place.
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  17. I was working in the garage, and was running in and out of the house. Since my hands were dirty, I thought what the heck and sat on the toilet and peed through my jeans. I did this on a number of occasions over the course of a few hours. When I was done, I had to open the garage door and do a few things, and wondered if my neighbour noticed anything. When I came, I took a few pictures of the damage :) Since I had to pee some more, I just sat on the toilet and finish emptying my bladder. Ah pissed, nothing like the freedom to just go in one's pants :)
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  18. My only problem with following this method would be the fact that any alcohol I drink about 6 hours before bed will guarantee that I will be waking up at about 3 or 4 in the morning with acid reflux so bad I throw up. And I'm 21. Bladder of an elephant, stomach of a 50 year old fat dude.
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  19. Chapter 28: Friday Night My heart fell into my stomach. I looked at the clock, 5:10, Jane’s mom had been home for ten minutes now. I was SO screwed! I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Jane’s number. “Hello?” Jane answered right away. I couldn’t tell from her voice if she had been crying, but it sounded like she might have. “Hey it’s me” I started, “I umm.. left my…” “Yeah, I know!” Jane interrupted me, “Mom found it too! She knew right away it wasn’t mine. I had to tell her Peter…. everything…” “Everything?” I said weakly, “You mean she knows it’s mine?” “She knows about you, the diapers everything! She is pissed, I am in so much trouble, I mean we are in so much trouble, she’s calling your mom you know.” ‘Crap!’ I thought to myself. My parents were not nearly as bad as Jane’s mom but this still wasn’t going to go well. I put that out of my mond, I could deal with my parents later, I was more worried about Jane. “How bad is it?” I asked timidly. “BAD” Jane said “Real bad! She spanked me once already, now I am in my room waiting for her to get the paddle. THE PADDLE, Peter I haven’t gotten the paddle in YEARS!” I wondered if there was any chance I was going to get the paddle. Probably not, I’ll just be grounded forever. “That’s not the worst of it Peter” Jane continued, “I can’t see you anymore.” “She can’t stop us from senig each other completely!” I asked, “I mean, I’ll see you at school on Monday.” “No you won’t” Jane explained, “Mom is sending me to a boarding school to finish out my senior year. She was SO mad when she found out we were here alone. She even asked me if I was pregnant!” “You’re going away?” I asked, shocked. “Tomorrow” Jane said flatly. Wow! I was shocked beyond belief. Jane and I might never see each other again, this was horrible! Jane, however, seemed to be taking this all rather calmly. Actually she seemed a little too calm… “Jane, are you…” I started to ask. “Yeah,” Jane continued rather casually, “Apparently this is a boarding school specifically for bed-wetters and trouble makers. Mom says all I all I will be allowed to wear is a diaper. Can you imagine a bunch of girls my age walking around in just diapers?” I could imagine it all right, but I was pretty sure the place didn’t exist outside of some internet story forums! “So I take it your mom didn’t really find the diaper?” I asked, relieved. “No Peter, I found it first and got rid of it before she got home.” Jane said wryly, “You really need to be more careful where you leave your things.” “I know, I’m sorry.” I said hoping Jane wasn’t too annoyed with me. “It’s fine Peter, just be more careful okay?” Jane replied, not sounding too irritated. “Okay, I will, talk to you later okay?” I said “Oh, and Jane…“ “Yes Peter?” “That was really mean” “I know Peter. I love you.” “I love you too.” I hung up the phone, my head still spinning. I was so relieved; Jane wasn’t moving away, I wasn’t going to be grounded into eternity. And Jane had said she loved me. Life was good. After hanging up the phone I realized I had a decision to make. I was still wearing the soaking wet Goodnite and it was getting very uncomfortable. Obviously I needed to change, but into what? Did I stick with my commitment to Jane and put on another diaper? Or did just put on regular underwear while I was at home? Did I just have to wear them when I was with Jane? That’s when it counted right? Finally, partially out of a feeling of commitment (and partially because I was enjoying it) I decided to put on another diaper. After all, Jane didn’t have a choice, I told myself. I retrieved another brief from the pack of diapers I had stashed under my bed. Spreading it out on the bed I quickly taped it on. The process was becoming much easier. After getting dressed I opted to stay in my room and play on the computer. No one would find it strange for me to be there and I really wanted to minimize the time I spent in front of my parents in a diaper. Finally mom called me down to dinner. After checking that everything was well covered up I headed downstairs and quickly took my seat at the table. I glanced around nervously; certain everyone could tell what I was wearing under my jeans. My parents and sister, however didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. “So Sammie,” Mom addressed my sister “How as your day?” “Mom!” Samantha griped “You know I hate being called Sammie. I’m not a baby anymore!” “I know sweetie, but you’ll always be my baby!” Mom replied Sam just rolled her eyes. “Fine then,” Mom turned her attention to me “How was your day Peter? Do anything fun?” “I just hung out with some friends after school” I said vaguely, “You know, nothing much really” “Well aren’t you two just a bundle of conversation tonight!” Mom commented, “Anyway, Peter I wanted to ask you something. We are going to your Aunt Margaret’s for the weekend. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.” Great! I thought to myself. There goes my chances of seeing Jane any this weekend. “So I was thinking” Mom continued, “You really are old enough, I mean you’re going off to college soon, if you want to stay home you can.” This was great! I’d have the house to myself for a whole weekend! “Ummm… geee…” I pretended to mull it over, “I guess I could stay here…” “I thought you’d say that” Mom smiled, “Just no wild parties!” “Oh you know me, I’m just a party animal!” I joked. “Okay, wild man. Just behave yourself” Dad teased back. “What about me?” Sam pleaded. ‘Please say no!’ I thought to myself. Sharing the house with my sister would NOT be nearly as fun. “Sorry sweetie” Mom said apologetically, “You’re not old enough yet.” “But Mom!” Samantha whined “Aunt Margaret’s is SO boring and she has those smelly old cats and she still treats me like a little kid!” “Sam that’s enough!” My dad interrupted, “You are going with us and that’s final!” “Fine!” Sam huffed, slouching down in her seat. The rest of dinner was uneventful. Mom, dad and I made small talk. Samantha sat silently and sulked. It was a pretty normal dinner for my family. After dinner I helped mom clear the table and then we all went to the living room and settled down in front of the TV. As we watched the latest reality show that featured celebrity chefs working in a high school cafeteria or some other nonsense, I became increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I had just started to adjust to being in front of my family while secretly wearing a diaper, but there was no way I was going to use one in front of them. “Goodnight,” I told everyone “I’m going to go bed now, I’m pretty beat.” “Okay, old man!” Dad teased, “It’s pretty early isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I replied “I thought I might read for a while or something. I’m pretty tired though, it’s been a long week.” “All right then, good night” Mom said “We’ll probably leave pretty early tomorrow so if you’re not up have a good weekend and be good!” “Thanks Mom, hope you guys have a good trip.” I responded “Have fun at Aunt Margaret’s Sam, say hi for me.” Sam shot me a dirty look as I retreated up the stairs. I made it to my room and shut the door. My need to use the bathroom was increasing exponentially. I wasted no time. With very little concentration I released my bladder. Hot urine quickly filled my diaper, soaking the front then quickly pooling between my legs. It was so much that it didn’t all soak in right away. I could feel it sloshing around. I was afraid to sit down, afraid it would leak out the edges. I grabbed a dry diaper and made my way toward the bathroom, intending to shower and change. As I stepped into the bathroom however I suddenly became aware that my need was to do more than just pee. I hadn’t thought about this. Like Jane I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that in my diaper. Unlike Jane, I had a choice. After considering it for a few minutes I took off the sodden diaper and finished my business in the toilet. Remembering what had happened to Jane just a few hours earlier I felt slightly guilty for chickening out. Still despite my enjoyment of the diapers thus far, I wasn’t sure I wanted to use them all the way, not yet. After showering and putting on a dry diaper I climbed into bed. Grabbing my cell phone from the bedside table I texted Jane. ‘Guess what?’ I texted excitedly, ‘My parents and Sam are going away for the weekend. I have the whole house to myself!’ A few minutes later Jane texted back ‘Sorry, I’ve got plans’ Well that sucked! Then a few seconds later, ‘JK! LOL! I’ll have to make an excuse for my Mom, but I’m sure I can get away. Looking forward to it!’ We texted for a little bit longer discussing our plans then I told Jane goodnight and decided to turn out my lights. As I settled under the covers I realized how odd it seemed that an 18 year old guy would be lying in bed in a diaper thinking that his life was just about perfect…. Chapter 29: Home Alone! Sunlight glared through my window as I rolled over to check the time. 10 o’clock, my parents and sister were probably long gone. I checked out the window, sure enough the only car in the driveway was my dad’s work car and my own. I had the house to myself! I checked my diaper and was unsurprised to find it dry. I had written off my one bedwetting incident as a fluke. I had to go however. But I decided to take advantage of my new found freedom and have some fun. I stripped off everything except my diaper and proceeded down the stairs. I stopped at the landing to make sure I was truly alone, sure enough the house was completely quiet. Walking into the living room I hurried to pull the curtains, I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show after all. I then went into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. It was then I realized a downside to my weekend as a bachelor. My cooking skills were zero. It looked like a weekend of cereal and spaghettios for me! Much to my relief I found a note on the table- Peter, Didn’t want to wake you, have a good weekend and stay out of trouble. We’ll be at your Aunt Margaret’s if you need anything. Here’s some money for meals. Don’t eat too much junk! Love, Mom Beside the note was fifty dollars! This was going to be an even better weekend than I thought! I took my bowl of cereal and returned to the living room. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Sitting there in just my diaper I grew increasingly aware of my need to use the bathroom. I usually went when I first got up and my body was growing increasingly aware of the fact that I hadn’t. I decided to see just how long I could hold it. I finished my cereal and sat the bowl down on the end table. I’d put it away eventually I told myself. I flipped through the channels and found some old movie that looked half interesting. ‘Whatever happened to Saturday morning cartoons?’ I thought to myself. It didn’t matter, my mind wasn’t really on the movie anyway. I really had to go now, so much I couldn’t sit still. I stood up and started to pace around the room. I twitched and fidgeted, trying my very best to hold it to the very end. A spurt escaped and shot into my diaper. I clenched my muscles, cutting off the flow. I bounced up and down willing myself to hold on. I wanted to wet, I just wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible. Another spurt, this one bigger than the first. I doubled over, I had never felt something so intense in my life! A spurt, followed by a stream. This was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer! I was wetting myself and for the first time in a long time (while awake that is) it was completely out of my control. It was amazing! The warm pee flowed and flowed into my diaper, seeming to never end. Then I felt a drip run down my leg. I was leaking! I tried to stop but it was hopeless. I stood there as the drip turned to rivulets running down both legs and dripping onto the floor. Finally, I stopped. My diaper hung heavily between my legs. My legs were wet, the floor was wet, I had some serious cleaning up to do! I headed toward the hall closet to get a towel. My diaper was so saturated I had trouble walking! As I slowly made my way toward the hall a voice suddenly startled me from the kitchen. “Hey Peter!” Mom said, “Are you up? I forgot my pur…. What are you wearing!?!?” I sat bolt upright in my bed unable to breathe. In a panic I looked around my room. Frantically I tried to cover myself. Where had my mom gone? For a moment I was confused. Then I realized, it was a dream! I breathed a sigh of relief. Another dream! These diapers were really getting to my head! But the last time I had a dream like this I had… Could it have happened again? Cautiously I pulled my blanket away. Sure enough my diaper was soaked! I quickly checked my sheets. Fortunately the diaper held, the sheets were dry. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I undid the diaper and tossed it into my trashcan. I could get rid of it later since there was no one around to find it. As I showered I considered my situation. For the second time in a week I had wet my bed. Were the diapers causing it? The first time I wasn’t wearing one I reminded myself. And this time, well I was certainly glad I had one on or else my mattress would have been ruined! But still, maybe all this thinking about diapers WAS causing these dreams. I was torn, I DID enjoy wearing the diapers and the recalling the intense feelings of holding it in my dream last night was something I wanted to recreate. However, I didn’t want to become a real bed-wetter again! After all I was headed to college in a few months. I decided not to fret about it too much. I had the house to myself this weekend and Jane was coming over. This weekend was going to be fun! I finished my shower and went back to my room. After taping on a new diaper I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. It couldn’t hurt to be a little cautious! I went downstairs and found the house empty. Sure enough there was a note on the table. There was only $40 however, still enough for a great weekend. I poured my cereal and headed to the living room. Sadly the rest of my dream didn’t repeat itself. I didn’t have to go to the bathroom, I had already gone in my bed. There was nothing on TV but infomercials (again where were the cartoons!?). And my mom didn’t make a surprise appearance (that part was good news of course!). I sat there in a dry diaper that was going to remain dry for the next couple hours. I was bored. My life as a bachelor was starting to get dull before it had even begun! I grabbed my phone and texted Jane. ‘Did you come up with an excuse for your mom? When are you coming over?’ A minute later a text rang back, ‘Mom taken care of, be over after lunch’ Seeming how it was nearly 11 o’clock when I got out of bed ‘after lunch’ was pretty soon. I got up and started to tidy the house. I laughed to myself thinking that Mom would be even more shocked to come home and find me cleaning than she would be to find me wearing a diaper! After I finished cleaning I went upstairs and changed clothes. Wanting to look a bit more presentable for Jane I put on a nicer shirt and pulled a pair of jeans over my still dry diaper. The fit was a bit snug. Having just eaten breakfast I skipped lunch myself. Time still seemed to move at a crawl. Finally I heard a car pull in to the driveway. I peeked out the window. It was Jane! I greeted her at the door, pulling her into a long kiss. “Hey there beautiful,” I whispered in her ear “I thought you would never get here!” “Well I had to deal with my mom!” Jane said smiling as she kissed me back “I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get out of there!” “So what did you tell her anyway?” I asked. “I told her was going to a sleepover at Kimmy’s house” Jane explained. Kimmy was Jane’s best friend from elementary school. Kimmy and I didn’t hang out much. I always thought she was a bit annoying. “And she went for that?” I said incredulously. “Well, she said I could go but only if I took this with me.” Jane said indicating a bag slung over her shoulder. “What is that” I asked, though I had a god idea. “It’s my diaper bag” Jane replied blushing. “I guess mom thought if I had to carry this I would be too embarrassed to go anywhere, little did she know…” “Anyway I just told her I was going and that Kimmy wouldn’t care what I had in my bag,” Jane continued “What else could she say? She had already said I could go!” “But what if she calls Kimmy?” I asked worried, “Your mom will go absolutely mental if she finds out you lied!” “Don’t worry, Kimmy is covering for me and her parents are out of town too” Jane assured me “Besides I might actually go over there later.” It was then that I noticed Jane had another bag, an overnight bag, in her hand. “Or not?” I asked hopefully. “We’ll see” Jane grinned “But I’ll tell you this. Kimmy has no idea about my little secret and I really don’t want her to find out!” With that we made our way into the living room and proceeded to make out on the couch. An hour later we finally came up for air. Jane had a strange look on her face. “What’s wrong?” I joked “Am I a bad kisser or something?” “No” Jane leaned in kissing me again, “You’re a great kisser. I umm… need to change.” Jane’s voice trailed off and her face turned beet red. “You don’t have to be embarrassed!” I reminded her, “Did you forget what I’m wearing?” “I know, I know…” replied Jane “It’s just not something you really get used to you know?” “It’s okay!” I reassured her “I don’t mind… really..” “I know you’re so sweet!” Jane gave me another quick kiss and headed towards the hall where she had left her bags. A few moments later Jane reappeared at the door, again looking rather embarrassed. “Peter…” She started “Can I ask you something?” “Of course..” I said, somewhat puzzled at what it could be. “Well, I umm…” Jane stumbled over her words “Well, you see, the thing is… well the Goodnites they were easy.. I mean I just pulled them on and umm... well these… diapers… I kind of have a hard time getting them on straight and umm… well then they leak sometimes… so anyway mom kind of helps me at home and I was.. uhh.. wondering if you… Oh never mind, I just can’t!” Jane stared straight down at the floor. “Jane,” I started amazed at what I was about to ask, “Do you want me to help you change?” “No Peter!” Jane sounded almost in tears, “You can’t, I mean I can’t ask you too… I can’t ask my boyfriend to change my diaper!” “Jane,” I stopped her, “I love you and would do anything for you! Nothing will change that. If you need help, I will help you!” Jane moved reluctantly across the room and set down her diaper bag. “I love you too Peter” Jane replied “I just don’t want to mess things up between us.” “Trust me,” I responded “Nothing is going to change. Nothing but your diaper that is!” Jane smiled and seemed to relax a bit. Still I could tell she was embarrassed as she undid her pants and revealed a very wet diaper. Slowly she laid down on the carpet in front of me. I could scarcely believe what I was about to do. My own diaper struggled to contain my excitement. Opening up the diaper bag Jane’s mom had packed for her I was surprised by the contents. Diapers, lotion, powder, wipes. It was more like a well-stocked bag for a toddler instead of an 18 year old girl. “Your mom really knows how to pack a bag!” I commented. “I know, I think she was trying to embarrass me so I wouldn’t go to the sleepover” Jane explained. “Do you want me to use any of this stuff?” I asked. Jane’s answer surprised me, “You can use what you want. I have been getting a bit of a rash, but if it bothers you just change me.” “No, no I told you it doesn’t bother me! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable!’ I said trying to not sound too eager. I carefully undid the tapes and removed Jane’s wet diaper. I was greeted by the second surprise of the day. Underneath her diaper Jane was completely bare; the hair that normally signified her womanhood was gone. Jane seemed to sense the direction of my gaze and hastened to explain. “Mom made me shave, as if the diapers weren’t embarrassing enough! She said that little girls who pee themselves don’t have hair down there and neither should I!” A spark of fury came into Jane’s voice. “That’s horrible! She is such a ‘B’!” I said agreeing with Jane, secretly thinking how cute she looked. Jane grinned at my comment. I took a baby wipe from the bag and carefully wiped Jane between the legs, moving from front to back as I had seen my mom do with my baby cousin. Jane lifted her bottom off the ground slightly and I wiped back there as well. I noticed the wipe was slightly soiled. I decided not to say anything not wanting her to be more embarrassed. Next I took out the bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. I rubbed it over Jane’s newly shaved private areas allowing my finger to slip slightly inside a couple times. Jane shivered slightly and smiled at me. Finally I took a diaper out of the bag and spread it out. Jane suddenly lifted her legs in the air completely exposing herself to me. I slid the diaper under her and took the opportunity to give her bottom a quick smack. “Hey! Watch it!” Jane protested with a grin. She put her legs back down and I pulled the diaper up between them. I taped it firmly, almost sad that the show was over. “Thanks!” Jane said sitting up “Now it’s your turn!” “My turn?” I asked shocked, “But I’m not even wet!” “So?” Jane teased “That can be remedied can’t it?” I was starting to feel the need to go. “Hold on a minute,” I responded standing up and trying to focus on my bladder. “No, with your pants off so I can see when you need to be changed!” Jane demanded. Wait, was she starting to get into this? I removed my pants and stood in front of Jane in just my shirt and diaper. It took a minute, but I was never one to be pee shy, pretty soon I was flooding my diaper. Jane watched as the yellow line turned green… and then as I kept peeing. “Wow! You sure pee a lot!” Jane commented, “I mean I know I was wet but that was after I went several times, you just soak it all at once!” My mind turned over the fact that Jane had just admitted to wetting her diaper several times, had she already been wet when she got to my house that afternoon? “Okay, let’s get you changed!” Jane commanded “Where are your supplies?” “Well, all I have is diapers” I responded “and they’re upstairs” “Well go get one silly” Jane said slapping my diapered butt. I hurried upstairs and retrieved a diaper from under my bed. Once back in the living room I handed it to Jane. “Lay down” she told me and I did. Jane undid the wet diaper and removed it. “Looks like someone’s still a ‘big boy’ even if he does pee his pants!” I knew she was talking about my hair ‘down there’. With that she took a baby wipe and started wiping my private areas. Instantly my body responded to her touch. “A very big boy!” She teased noting my excitement. Grabbing the lotion she applied it directly to my crotch, stroking me several times. The pleasure was immense, it was the first time a girl had touched me in that way and I hoped she would continue. Sadly she stopped, grabbed a diaper and tapped me on the bottom. I realized she was waiting for me to raise my legs so I did. It felt somewhat awkward to be so exposed. Jane slid the diaper under me and I put my legs down. After shaking in some baby powder she taped me up. She then laid down on top of me, still in just her diaper and t-shirt and started kissing me passionately. It didn’t take much for my dry diaper to become soiled again. Chapter 30: The Perfect Saturday After our second marathon make out session of the day ended we sat back and simply held each other. Jane noted the slight discoloration on the front of my diaper. “Need to be changed again?” she asked teasingly. "I'm okay," I answered "How about you?" “No, I’m fine.’ Jane replied “Perfectly dry!” “You sure about that?” I asked, “Perhaps I should check!” Without warning I slipped my fingers into the crotch of Jane’s diaper. Jane squealed and slapped my hand. “Peter! Watch it!” She exclaimed, though she was smiling. I pulled my hand away but only after giving it one more quick feel. “Well someone’s been a naughty girl!” I teased, “You are wet!” “No I’m not!” Jane protested “I think I would know wouldn’t I?” “Well the evidence clearly says otherwise” I replied pointing to the front of Jane’s diaper. The wetness indicator on the front had clearly changed colors, she wasn’t soaked but was wet nonetheless. Jane looked puzzled and slipped her own hand down the front of her diaper as if she thought the color changing lines may have been faulty. She briefly felt inside her diaper and then pulled her hand out and smelled it. “Oh wow!” Jane sounded shocked, “I just thought I had got umm, excited, shall we say. I guess I didn’t notice I had peed too.” Then she gave me her best pout, “So if I’ve been naughty I guess I need to be punished, huh?” “Let’s get you changed first!” I answered, thinking of where I could take this. I grabbed the diaper bag and told Jane to lay down on the floor. “It’s a good thing your mom packed plenty of these” I commented as I took out another dry diaper. “Oh that reminds me” Jane answered “I’m supposed to be saving these wet diapers for my Mom. I have to account for all of them when I get home. There are some ziplocs in my bag to put the wet diapers in.” “Wow! Your mom is crazy!” I commented as I took a wipe and cleaned between her legs, Jane gasped and her body visibly tensed. “Now let’s talk about that punishment” I exclaimed. Without warning I lifted both of Jane’s legs up in the air and gave her several quick slaps on the bottom. Jane shrieked in surprise. “I think,” I continued as I grabbed another wipe and wiped her now red bottom “I think that for the rest of the day it should be diapers only! No clothes!” I let Jane’s legs back down and started applying the lotion. “No clothes?” Jane sounded worried “At all?” “Not a stitch!” I replied shaking a healthy amount of powder into the diaper. “That way I will know when you’re wet!” I finished up and taped Jane’s diaper securely around her. “Well, I’ll tell you what” Jane mulled over her answer, “I’ll do it, but only if you do it too!” The decision took less than a second as I stood up and whipped off my shirt leaving me in just my diaper. Jane appeared somewhat more reluctant as she stood up and slipped her own shirt over her head. She stood in front of me in just her bra and diaper looking slightly embarrassed. “Can I keep my bra on?” Jane pleaded. I briefly considered giving Jane a reprieve but the naughty smile on her face told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. “You’re the one who was being punished.” I reminded her, “Tell you what I’ll give you a choice, no clothes means no clothes, as in nothing. It’s that or ten swats with my dad’s paddle. You take the swats and I’ll even give you your shirt back!” Jane looked shocked. “I’ve never been paddled before!” she replied, “Mom spanks plenty, but always with her hand! I’m not sure I could take the paddle!” ‘But the other day on the phone you said…” I started. “I was teasing you! Remember? I’ve never been paddled and I don’t plan to be now!” Jane said firmly. “Well you know what that means” I told her. “I know! But trust me Peter, you’re going to pay for this later! I don’t know how, but you’ll pay!” With that Jane reached around and undid her bra removing it slowly exposing her tiny breasts. Jane’s face burned bright red, but I knew she was enjoying this. Jane was an exhibitionist long before today and even now her exposed breasts betrayed her own excitement. “You just wait Peter! You’ll get yours!” Jane smiled and pulled me in to a kiss. Her bare breasts against my body were too much and I lost it in my diaper for the second time. Jane immediately took note of my situation. “Looks like someone else needs a change!” she quipped, pushing me back down on the floor. The process of earlier was repeated with Jane changing me and spending a little longer cleaning ‘certain’ areas. After that we decided to clean up the room which was littered with diapers and used wipes. I was about to throw away Jane’s wet diapers when she reminded me that she needed to save the ‘evidence’ for her mom. I retrieved two gallon ziploc baggies from her bag to place the diapers in. As I was wrapping up the second of Jane’s wet diapers (the one I removed just 10 minutes earlier) I noticed that the back of the diaper was a bit dirty too, not really dirty, just slightly stained. The rest of the afternoon proceeded pretty normal. Well as normal as it can with two teenagers walking around the house in nothing but diapers. We had snacks, sat and chatted about school, plans for summer, etc. Finally we settled down to watch a movie. Jane curled up on the couch beside me laying her mostly nude body against mine. I wrapped my arm around her and placed my hand casually on one of her breasts. She made no move to stop me or move my hand. After we had watched about 20 minutes of the movie Jane turned to me. “Peter, I’m worried.” the tone of her voice told me she was serious. I stopped the movie. “What’s wrong” I asked, concerned. “Well, you know earlier when I didn’t know I was wet? I told you it was because I was excited. The truth is it wasn’t the first time recently. I think these diapers are starting to mess me up.” Jane explained quietly, “I’ve peed myself a couple times on accident recently and then last night..” Jane paused for a moment “…I wet my bed. I mean I had a diaper on, but when I woke up it was wet and I don’t remember going!” I decided it was time to tell Jane one of my big secret. “I did too.” I admitted. “Did what?” Jane asked. “I wet my bed too, last night that is, well my diaper really. It was a good thing I had one on!” I replied. “Wait, you’ve been wearing the diapers at home too?” Jane seemed surprised “Not just when you’re around me?” “Well, yeah.” I said simply “I told you as long as you had to wear them so did I. If you can’t take them off, I won’t either! That’s not too weird is it?” “Weird? Yes it’s weird!” answered Jane, “But it’s sweet! You keep amazing me Peter!” I went on to tell Jane about how I had dreamed about going in my diaper in front of my mom and how I had woken up in a soaked diaper. I told her about my other accident as well, though I left out the details of that dream. “Oh Peter, that must have been awful!” Jane sympathized “Do you think these diapers are causing this? I mean are we both going to turn into bed-wetters again? I don’t have a choice, but you should stop wearing them right now if that’s the case!” “I don’t know what’s going to happen” I assured her, “But I’m NOT taking this or any diaper off until you can take yours off for good! If I become a bed-wetter, I’ll deal with it!” “I love you Peter!” Jane said reaching up and kissing me. Then a realization seemed to hit her. “So if you’ve been wearing these all the time does that mean you’ve… you know.. done something besides wet them?” Remembering the previous night I instantly felt guilty. “I did take it off once… to do that.” I admitted. “I don’t blame you! Peter I had to use my diaper and it was horrible! It’s much worse than wetting. It’s okay, I would take mine off too if I could!” Jane said emphatically. “But that’s the thing isn’t it?” I said, “You can’t. I promised you I was in for whatever you were in for. Hold on a minute!” I leaped up and ran out of the room, an idea suddenly coming into my head. I ran out to the hallway bathroom and locked the door then closed it from the outside, locking myself out. I ran around and repeated the process in each of the other bathrooms. I returned to the living room and told Jane what I had done. “Oh, Peter you shouldn’t have done that!” Jane exclaimed, looking distressed. “Don’t worry about it!” I assured her “I’ll be fine. That way I can’t cheat, I’m as stuck as you are!” “No, I really wish you hadn’t done that!” Jane sounded worried. What did she have to worry about? I was the one locked out! It’s not like she could have used it anyway! We sat down and continued to watch the movie. Actually, I watched the movie, Jane sat and looked distracted. A After 15 minutes or so she started shifting around, she sat up on the couch and moved slightly away from me. After a while she moved her foot up on the couch and sat on it, bouncing up and down. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought to myself. I tried to coax her to lay down on me again pulling on her arm. She laid briefly against me and I played with her hair, but she continued to fidget and then sat straight back up. A few minutes later she cried, “Peter I’m so sorry… I didn’t want you to see, but then you locked the bathroom and I’ve been trying all day to avoid it and…” Suddenly Jane’s face turned the darkest shade of red I had ever seen, and intense look came over her. I recognized the look from before my sister was potty trained. Jane was filling her diaper. Jane stood up and clutched desperately at the back of her diaper, trying to stop the inevitable. She turned her back to me in embarrassment but then seemed to decide that was worse and turned around to face me. I gently took her hands and said simply, “It’s okay” A few moments later it was over and Jane’s face went from dark red to white as she realized what she had just done in front of me. “I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I am so, so sorry” Jane said ashamed, “Let me get some wipes and I’ll go in the other room and change. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “Nonsense,” I replied standing up and kissing her on the head, “I don’t mind, really.” I went to the hall closet and got a towel to spread on the floor. I had Jane lay atop of it. “Peter you don’t have to do this, it’s really gross!” Jane said again. “Jane I told you it’s okay!” I replied. For once I wasn’t sure about that statement. The diaper change went okay. Let’s just say it wasn’t my favorite experience of the weekend. I got Jane cleaned up though and I managed not to make any awful faces as I did. There was still something to seeing my girlfriend in a diaper though! Even a dirty diaper somehow stirred something. After Jane was clean and much more comfortable we were able to finish our movie. Then after a bit more making out (het we’re horny teenagers what do you want?) we decided to get dinner. Neither of us wanting to go out we decided to order a pizza. Waiting for the pizza to arrive I took the opportunity to wet my diaper and let Jane change it. Sitting back up from my change I turned to Jane and said, “You know we did say no clothes all day, the pizza guy is going to get a bit of a shock!” Jane looked flabbergasted “I am NOT answering the door in just a diaper! What if it’s someone we know?” She had a point, several people from our high school worked at the local pizza parlor. It still would have been fun though. When the pizza arrived I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and Jane hid in the back. The pizza guy didn’t look familiar. It was probably for the best however, we didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves since Jane wasn’t supposed to even be there. After the pizza we played some video games. No kinky twists this time, just straight up Mario Kart. At about 11 PM I turned to Jane and asked, “Shouldn’t you be getting over to Kimmy’s?” “Nah, I texted her hours ago and asked her to cover for me. That is unless you want me to go?” Jane said innocently. “No, no that’s okay! You can stay here!” I replied quickly. I didn’t want to know what my parents would say if they found out I had a girl spend the night while they were away. Of course the whole diaper thing would be hard to explain as well. “Good!” Jane said smiling, “I didn’t want to have to explain these diapers to Kimmy anyway. She’s a great friend but somehow I have the feeling the whole school would know my secret by Monday afternoon!” Kimmy really was a blabbermouth! Jane and I changed each other’s diapers one more time before bed. Mine wasn’t that wet but hers was soaked. I honestly had no idea how a girl so small could pee so much! Jane produced from the bottom of her bag something I hadn’t seen before. “It’s a nighttime diaper,” she explained “Mom makes me wear these to bed so she doesn’t have to change me at night. They’re made to hold more, uhh.. liquid” The diaper was definitely thicker and puffier than Jane’s normal diapers. I found myself wishing I had some nighttime diapers. After we each had dry diapers on we laid down in my bed. I looked at Jane and marveled at my good fortune. I finally had the girl, the girl I had been in love with since I knew her. And she was laying right here beside me in bed! In nothing but a diaper! I leaned over and kissed her, she rolled over to return her kiss and pulled me on top of her. We started kissing and touching, hands grasping and exploring , caressing and rubbing. It was our most passionate make out session yet. I reached down and started to un-tape Jane’s diaper, she stopped me. “Not now,” was all she said. So we laid there and held each other for what seemed like hours. Finally, Jane leaned over and gave me one more kiss. “I’m going to sleep in your sister’s room, before we do something we both regret.” Jane whispered But, as Jane went to get out of bed she let out a groan. “That’s just great!” she complained. “What?” I asked, concerned “My diaper! It’s ripped!” she said pointing to one of the tapes. It had become separated from the diaper and in the process torn a small hole in the plastic covering. I guess we got a little too passionate! “I can’t wear this now. I told you I wet my bed the other night. What if I do it again? This thing would leak all over your sisters bed!” Jane said panicking. “So? Just put on another one.”, I pointed out. “Right, I didn’t think about that, I guess I’m just tired” Jane said reaching for her bag. “Great!” Jane exclaimed for a second time. “What now?” I asked, looking towards Jane clutching her bag in frustration. “I only have one left!” Jane responded holding up a singular diaper, “I have to have this for the morning, mom expects me to come home in one, she’ll check me as soon as I get in the door!” “I see, that is a problem” I said thinking back to our day, I guess we HAD changed each other quite a few times. “I have to have something for bed Peter. I a doubt I can make it through the night, I already have to go!” Jane cried. “You can have one of my diapers” I offered. “Thanks but I think yours would be too big for me” Jane pointed out. “I know!” I suddenly remembered “I still have those Goodnites, you know the ones with the hearts on them? You can wear one of those!” I reached under my bed where I had stashed the Goodnites along with my other diapers. “Yeah, I forgot about those!” Jane grinned “You looked really cute in those you know!” “Forget it!” I told her “Those things are way too tight on me! Besides I told you I wet too last night. Those would never hold all my pee. My bed would be soaked!” “Yeah I’m kind of worried about that too.” Jane admitted “Mom bought me these night time diapers because she didn’t want to get up and change me. But it was pretty lucky I guess, when I really do wet my bed, I kind of wet a lot.” Despite everything we had done that day Jane seemed embarrassed by this revelation. “Well, we’ll just have to make the best of it” I said “You said you have to go right? Why don’t you just go on and use that one your wearing right now? Then maybe you can make it through the night dry.” “I guess” Jane said uncertainly “But this one’s torn. It’s still going to make a horrible mess! Too bad you locked the bathroom, I could have just gone in there for once!” “Now, now” I teased “That would be cheating!” “What are you going to do tell my mom on me?” Jane teased back “Oh well, she’s probably expecting all my diapers to be used anyway. Still what about the tear? I don’t think you want pee all over your floor” “Come here” I said pulling Jane back toward the bed. “Peter, no more tonight! I’m tired!” Jane protested, thinking I wanted to make out again. “No silly, I’m going to help you” I explained “I’ll hold this tape in place so you can go.” I stood Jane in front of me and pressed the tape back in place. “Okay go!” I commanded. “Peter it’s not that easy!” Jane said “I mean I have to go pretty bad, but I still have a hard time making myself do it. Especially with you watching!” “What do you mean?” I told her “I’ve seen you wet yourself at least a dozen times now. I mean you even.. well you know.. in front of me earlier” “I know” Jane said sheepishly “But those were all accidents. I mean I always hold it until I can’t anymore. It’s different for me to do it on purpose” “C’mon. Just try. You’ll be a lot more comfortable” I reasoned, gently pulling Jane closer. I guided her gently onto my lap and stroked her hair. “Alright” Jane said reluctantly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on my shoulder. After a moment she let out a small sigh. Suddenly my lap felt warm. Had I peed and not even realized it? No I felt dry… just warm. Then I realized, Jane was wetting her diaper. I slowly moved my hand holding the tape lower, touching the diaper at the same time. The feeling was incredible! Jane finished and stood up, her diaper soaked. Jane slipped off the diaper, put it in a Ziploc and threw it with the others in her bag. Then she took the Goodnite from me and slipped it on. She leaned over and gave me one last kiss. “Good night, I love you!” she said as she went out the door. “I love you too.” I responded, turning out the light. Happily I drifted off to sleep.
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  20. Don't worry my two followers of this, the next part will come out soon, but first, ROUND OF APPLOSE TO @Dimwitrolo for making this epic illistration of what happened last time. His/Her art below
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  21. January 18, 2017 Part 2 ^^' My hubby and I enjoyed a cool beverage after the hot stunt I pulled, my heart was still racing abit. We held hands across the table, he was very much in shock that I'd pee in public like that, he was still in disbelief but I could tell he was turned on quiet a bit. We continued to talk until i broke the awkward conversation. "I gotta go again, did you want to go more private?" I whispered. "Private? Where?" He whispered back. "Family bathroom" I said with a tone of naughtiness. His face was beet red, like if someone over heard. "When?" He wondered. "Now" ^^' I got up and took him by the hand and lead him towards the family bathroom. He was paranoid lol, looking in every direction, not wanting to get caught ^^' We made it to the door, my legs were wavering, having to pee, again, once it was clear we snuck in. I un did my top, showing him my sexy black lace bra, and I looked down then up at him with my eyes with a big grin on my face ^^' I began to pee again, this time a tiny bit formed a wetspot that continued to grow then ran down the front of my skirt. "Uh oh" I said daringly as I continued to pee. My hubby tried so hard to keep his hands to himself but failed, resulting in a quicky, it was hard for me to keep quiet ^^. After we finished my hubby peeked and it was clear where we carefully made our escape
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  22. It'll get less awkward over time. I mean, vanilla sex is pretty awkward at first with a new person too. "Yeahhhh, there's a naked person, and oh god, what if she doesn't like what I do and maybe he hates how my ass looks?" It's mostly a matter of just enjoying yourself in the moment. If the other person is into it too, you both can just enjoy sharing a sexual moment together and focus less on how "not normal" it is. You both enjoy it - enjoy it without worrying about what other people would think was weird. So yeah, just keep playing, and you'll stop doing double-takes over some of the stuff you do.
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  23. The only way cute girls should apologise:
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  24. Public, part 1

    I almost chickened out, my hubby was very surprised that I was gonna do this in public, his face was redder then mine ^^'
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  25. Hey all. I've been a lurker for a long time but I've finally decided to share an experience I had a few years ago. I was pregnant with my first child at the time, 8 or 9 months along. If you've seen pictures of where the baby fits inside a pregnant woman, you know that the bladder gets squashed flat as a water balloon that has been sat on. This particular night, I had to run to Home Depot for a furnace filter and a few other things. I had to wander around the store for awhile trying to find everything, and by the time I was ready to check out, I was fairly desperate. I was wearing a floor length maxi skirt. As I was going through the check out process, I couldn't stop thinking about a story I had read on here one time about someone who had been desperate in Home Depot and had ended up completely wetting themselves at the checkout counter. As I stood there in line thinking about how nice it would be to relax my bladder, I was surprised by my bladder doing just that! To this day, I'm not sure if I could have done anything to prevent it or not, but the honest truth is that I didn't want to. A long stream burst out of my bladder, which felt amazing, but I was horrified when most of it gushed straight down and hit the floor, instead of being soaked up into my panties or even running down my leg. I was so shocked that I was able to forcibly stop the stream (I've always had extremely good bladder control, which is a blessing and a curse). I finished paying and was releaved to see that there was only a tiny, maybe quarter sized wet spot on the floor. No one was behind me so there was no risk of being found out. As I walked out the doors to my car, I felt extremely excited (in more ways than one, if you get my drift) by the fact that I had just wet myself slightly in public. That only served to add to my desoeration, which had not been releaved in the slightest by my leak. When I got to my car, in the dark and largely abandoned parking lot, I had a crazy, sexy, daring idea. I would stand next to my car, in my long maxi skirt, and let it all flow. And that's exactly what I did. I peed for what seemed to be ages. It felt euphorically good. When I was done, a very large and long puddle was running away from my car. I then got in my car and drove home (looking back I should have slipped off the wet underwear before sitting down - my skirt and seat ended up pretty soaked. I threw everything in the wash when I got home. I have definitely enjoyed the memory of that night many times and hope someday to have more similar experiences to share.
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  26. It has been a while since I have shared a video here, so I figured it was about time I rectify that. This video features lesbian golden showers, bed wetting, and peeing in panties. Obviously, there is some nudity and sexual content here.
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  27. I've been told sexy Rhythm Heaven stuff exists. Wubadubadub, is that true?
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  28. Another quick attempt.
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  29. As per request, a few more snaps from a short video. The quality is hardly something to get excited about, but as always - it's the thought that counts and she sure did enjoy doing it. Requests from people might actually be a thing she'd be interested in doing, as she sees this as a (direct quote) "fun little kinky secret", which I absolutely love. So please; Don't hesitate from coming with rather do-able requests and We'll see what can be done.
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  33. Version 2.5

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    A large collection of images (about 867mb total) containing female peeing. Fairly tame and vanilla. Does not include: diapers; scat; male omorashi; anthro. Does include: female omorashi: on the ground; in containers; on toilet; etc. 200 images in each volume. Sorted by date created, so the oldest images on my computer are in volume 1 and newer images will be found in higher-numbered volumes. Apologies to those who have already downloaded before version 2.5. New downloads are in a different order so you would have to sort through them yourself! Anti-twin is a great tool for eradicating duplicates. Bulk Renaming Utility is great for renaming a lot of files systematically.
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    © http://konachan.com/post/show/189708/akaza-blush-change-_-ano_musume_ni_natte_kunkun_pe

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  35. Why is where i can't download more than 6 files a day? I don't really see a purpose to this at all and I want it to be changed please.
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