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  1. Hi! I've been kind of inactive/lurking for a year at this point, mostly due to work and other situations, but I want to try and be around more! I decided I would try my hand at writing an interactive story, because it looked fun! Instead of simply choosing the path, you (the reader) actually have a role to play in the story! Holly, a young witch attending a magical academy, has procrastinated for far too long, and has now allowed herself to become possessed by spirits (that's you!) in an attempt to cheat at a test. What she doesn't realize is that the voices in her head might not like helping a random girl with a test, and that they can also have an influence on her choices. Enjoy! --- This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea, and Holly was probably being incredibly stupid right now, but a) to this rambunctious, daring young witch, there were no bad ideas, and b) at this point, she really didn't have any other option anyway. Her magical theory test was in two days, and she hadn't studied yet. At all. Look, say what you will about her work ethic, but being yelled at isn't going to get her out of this mess. She's been missing homework the entire semester, and spending too much time daydreaming and reading when she should have been studying, and now she's completely unprepared for a test worth thirty percent of her final grade for the year. It's not like it's her fault! She just, has a really hard time paying attention! And, actually summoning the drive to work. But still, this is going to make the difference between whether she ends up as an arch-mage or a cauldron scrubber, and. Naturally. She had only started caring two days ago. This was a good decision that nobody had any reason to regret at all, oh no. ...Which was why she was currently surrounded by a magic circle, attempting to summon spirits. Remember how I said bad idea? This is the bad idea. Holly figured that if she were to summon, say, two or three magical spirits (bad idea), and willingly let them possess her (bad idea), then they could simply learn all the theory for her, and whisper it back telepathically during the test, yes? Bad idea. Also illegal. But that wasn't going to stop a desperate little witch with no respect for the rules, so here she is, already reciting the necessary incantations from a book taken from the parts of the archives students weren't even allowed in. "Let's see... um, was it, aminus, or... um, no, wait, animus, I think-" And doing a beautiful job of it too, clearly. Eventually, however, it appeared she had done something right, because the circle glowed, and she suddenly felt her head filled with... far too much company. "A-ah! What's, what's all of..." she gasped, clutching at the sides of her head as it was suddenly flooded with voices. Thoughts that weren't hers, faint sentences in her mind, desires and motives that weren't her own, and... okay, she needed to take a moment here. "All of you, shush! Please be quiet!" And then silence, which she was very grateful for. This was... way more than just two or three spirits, so... she screwed up somewhere, but she could work with this! Definitely. "Alright, listen up! I've got a big test coming up in two days, and if I don't get it right I'm kissing my entire life goodbye at fifteen! So I've got you all in my head to learn all the answers for me so I don't have to! We'll look over the books later on tonight, okay? But for now, I've gotta go to class, so you've gotta let me think! Now..." --- Holly currently stands in her dorm room by herself, with a number of spirits now sharing her mind. She's wearing purple star pajamas, yesterday's white and pink polka-dot panties, and her glasses, slightly magnifying drowsy green eyes. Her curly brown hair is a mess, owing to the fact that she's just woken up, and for the same reason, she is hungry and has a mild urge to pee. The spirits now sharing her mind are able to affect her choices. They act as a sort of hivemind, and the general consensus of them will cause her thoughts to sway. She won't notice that she's being manipulated and freak out - to her, it will mostly feel like random compulsions. You, as the spirits, control her decisions, whether for better or worse! Moods: > Comply with Holly's orders, and help her get ready for the day. You can do a favor for such a cute girl! > Be mad! Who does this girl think she is, huh? You won't do anything for her! If she was stupid enough to put you in her head, then she can suffer your wrath! > Be subtle. You're mad at this girl asking you to bow to her every whim, but you won't let it show. Maybe you'll pretend to comply, and play a few tricks on her. That'll be fun. Possible options: > Get dressed > Eat > Drink > Use the bathroom > Fix her hair > Put away ritual equipment > Prepare for class > Go to class on time > Go to class late > Skip class You don't have to pick one of the options, or post it word-for-word, or anything. They are simply guidelines and suggestions, unless stated otherwise. The general consensus will shine most brightly, but if the opinion is divided, this will also show in Holly's choices. You also don't have to pick just one! Pick all of the things you think apply to the situation, unless stated otherwise. (That being said, do try not to pick too many things at once, I may struggle a little! Don't worry about ignoring fine choices if you don't think it's a good time yet - they might show up again later, so prioritize the most important/urgent things!)
  2. 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.
  3. Welcome everybody! Night of the Omorashi is an Interactive Story-Game with only one goal... to survive! Game/Story Mechanics As we go through the game, there will be many mechanics, but the most important ones are: Health - The lifeblood of our character. Make sure it stays above 0 though, or its game over! Stamina - As we do actions, our stamina will decrease. Be careful if it gets too low though because you will need it if you get into a pinch. Likewise, when our character sleeps or is doing nothing our stamina will increase. Bladder - Shouldn't need much explanation... it is what we are all here for after all ;). Our Maximum Capacity will vary depending on a combination of our Health, Stamina and the situation we find ourselves in... so be careful Hunger/Thirst - Throughout the story, our character will need to eat and drink! Don't worry though, By keeping this stat maintained you will be able to keep your Health, Stamina and Bladder up. In addition certain foods and drinks can provide unique bonuses! Inventory - Every game needs some sort of inventory! Our inventory is based off of slots with all the items we carry taking up a slot. These slots however are not hard limits, we can carry over them but going over will incur hits to our stamina In addition to this, this we also have several other passive mechanics and statistics which don't need to be micro-managed like the above. These will come up from time to time, but I will make sure to mention their rules every time they show up. Actions & Voting Rules As in other Interactive Stories, as we go through the plot, there will be default options to bring you give you some immediate ideas of what can be done, but ultimately everything that our character(s) do is up to you, the players. As the auther/GM I will be giving you guys enough time to debate and select what you want to do and won't begin the following sequence until either enough people have voted, a clear majority has passed, or until a set time limit. Votes will be tallied by a simple democratic majority and if you guys wish, you may even choose multiple things to do. =========================================================================================================================== =========================================================================================================================== Character Creation Like every good game, we start by creating our character. Be careful, Every option here will effect the game in some capacity either through increased/decreased capabilities or different scenarios Choice One: Difficulty Level / Bladder Capacity - Easy (High Bladder Capacity) - Medium (Moderate Bladder Capacity) - Hard (Low Bladder Capacity) Choice Two: Select our Gender - Male - Female (Recommended) Choice Three: Select our Age Range (Effects starting location) - Teen (18) (Recommended) - Adult (24) Choice Four: Select our Focus - Intelligence (Has more options available at their disposal with a higher chance of being able to successfully pull them off) - Physique (Higher Stamina and Health) Choice Five: What do we look like? - Hair Length/Style: (Short/Long) - Natural Hair Colour: (Blonde/Brunette/Red/Auburn/Black) - Eye Colour: (Blue/Brown/Green/ect) - Height: Tall/Short - Bust Size: (Large/Medium/Small) - Clothing Optional: Anything else you may want An example may be if you have a specific name you would like... maybe you want us to have a certain quirk. This choice is completely optional and is all up to you. If nobody selects anything, no worry I have defaults all planned out. - Name - Quirks - Underwear Colour - Favourite Colour - Phobias
  4. The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 2.1.2

    2,102 downloads

    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama Sunflower (CG Artist) Voice Acting Poll: Would you like this game to be partially voiced (only at important dialogue/cutscenes [pee/wetting ones included])? Vote below. http://www.easypolls.net/poll.html?p=57a91a66e4b06f1075e1cb49 Closing at 250 votes. Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... This is how we celebrate christmas in the developing team. Merry Christmas!

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  5. So I have been thinking about this while I am bursting now! How does your bladder fill? Am I the only one that if I drink steadily and at the same sort of rate I find that the first 1-5 on the desperation scale comes quite quickly, then as my poor bladder stretches it seems to go on for quite a while from like 5-9 then suddenly I'll jump to the inevitable 10 and explode or give in from having such a huge ache!
  6. female

    Forewarning before you start reading if this sort of thing reaaaaally matters to you, I did not wet my actual bed in my sleep. You see, I just recently got a new bed, and the day before we had hauled my old mattress out onto the step before anybody went to work. Essentially, I've only "wet" the bed three times in my life and one of them barely counts because I woke up and rolled off of it, in a story you can easily find here. Its not something I as a person I can easily hide due to circumstance, and I've never really been interested but this day in particular presented an extremely unique opportunity so I figured I'd try it out. That being, I pulled the mattress back inside the house and almost roleplayed a bedwetting by laying the old mattress on my kitchen floor. We'll start this story with a general start of my day. Woke up, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, drank a back to back combo of a tangerine/blueberry smoothie, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea. Such is actually a surprisingly common Kozmo breakfast! Everyone was going about their morning routines, getting ready for work, brand new morning yadda ya. I am an unemployed student who was on break up until tomorrow actually, so I wasn't going anywhere. I just wanted to be up to have the house to myself. It was at this point dad suggested dragging the old mattress outside so he could take it to the dump in a few days. I helped him do so and the second I helped him get it out onto the back patio I realized two things. One, I was fucking freezing because I just walked outside in the Canadian winter and my slender legs were pantsless; I had gone to bed just wearing a big shirt and underwear, a staple household combo for women everywhere (My Friday the 13th shirt :3). Two, everything I stated in the first paragraph plowed through my mind like a freight train and I was already planning deviousness. Nobody batted an eye as they rushed through their routine, even though my mother must have come into the kitchen as I was drinking MORE tea or MORE orange juice or a tall glass of water on any given occasion. About an hour later mom left and I gave her a small wave from the counter, where I was sipping at a mug of coffee, probably my fifth or sixth drink of the morning. Now anyone will tell you this is the path to bloating and rapid desperation you're unprepared for, but the idea was that shortly after everyone left I would be sound asleep.~ The second my dad followed suit out the door I was dashing up the stairs, my feet pounding the floor as loudly as my heart as I burst into my room and looked at my clothes. Should I do it like this? Should I wear actual pajamas? I eventually decided on actual pajamas, to make the experience just a bit more genuine. A matching purple pair I like that I knew I could throw right in the wash, purple patterned with teddy bears and snowflakes. The shirt was a button up, with a cute bow on the collar! They were very soft, very fluffy and warm. In addition I grabbed three things that are a must for a sleep for me in my actual bed. One, my Daryl Dixon pillow (IF DARYL DIES WE RIOT), two, a soft brown blanket I have that would soon also be in the wash, and three, my great big torso sized stuffed dog, Cassie. Now that I had all these things I gathered them in the kitchen. I was starting to feel the twinge of the many, many liquids filling my bladder, and I shuddered a bit, rubbing my legs together and being deliberately as cute as possible with it, because immersion. My time was running out; While this wasn't my first bladder rodeo and I knew I'd be able to hold it in utter agony for a few hours like your standard alliance schoolgirl, I needed to be comfortable enough to gently fall asleep. Now that I was prepared, I feel its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: In addition to the pajama combination, you know the drill. Put me in the middle of the 5-6 foot range, literally somewhere in the middle, and know that I'm like 100 pounds of unhealthy and tiny. Ridiculously pale, accented by the snow this time of year, with long dark hair. It was red but its fading and getting darker D: Potential re-dye soon? Haven't done blue in awhile. My standard for most of the time has been black or really dark brunette. I never thought to mention that I have tattoo's, but I will not say what. If one knew where my tattoo's were and where and you know me IRL, it is a complete dead giveaway, completely unmistakable. Just know I have tattoos on my back, collar/chest area, wrists, and foot. I am inked. None of them overly big, I just have a few :P In addition I was wearing a pink bra-panty combo. Nothing frilly, nothing special. Anyway, it was around then that I went out onto the step in the cold again, and with great effort, pulled the mattress back inside and dropped it right on the kitchen floor. The dogs were very confused and promptly investigated, but did not seem to find it suspicious when I promptly laid down on it, and tossed my blanket over myself. I shifted a bit more, it wasn't at the NEED TO GO stage but it was filling. I responded by cuddling Cassie close, curling up on my side, and closing my eyes. I used some cognitive therapy I learned once to fall asleep super fast, in combo with the fact that I hadn't been awake long and was still groggy. I woke up two hours later, on my mattress laying on my side cuddling the stuffed dog. I was damp, but I had to pee so fucking badly I had literally been trembling in my sleep, and still was. I must have leaked, in fact I'd imagine it was likely what woke me up. I unlatched an arm from Cassie and reached under the blanket to feel myself, and found my crotch and left thigh were warm and wet. I kept my hand there, I had to or I would have lost control that very second. I laid there with my hand buried in myself, my face buried into the stuffed dog, whimpering and mewling, my legs rubbing and criss crossing around my hand. I treated it like a child might treat it, even though I'm not an ageplay person. Dunno why, it just felt cuter! I'm not allowed to get up in the middle of the night or mommy will get mad, type thing. So I tried to hold it! Even through the next leak that had me moaning into my stuffed dog. And the next big spurt that soaked my hand and had me feeling warmth running down my butt and slightly pooling underneath me in the mattress. It all felt so warm. I actually started to sweat because I felt hot, not in a sexual way just a combined heat of my pj's spurting pee, all under a blanket. I kept squirming and mewling and trying to hold, hugging the stuffed dog while trembling as if she could make it all alright, but every few shifts I could feel pee just shoot into my panties and my hand would grow wetter, as would my legs and the area beneath me. Something in the feeling of literally feeling a drop slip from between my fingers and run down the back of my hand, making contact with my sleeve made my bite onto the dogs ribbon collar and groan, just pleading for the feeling to subside as I felt a small trickle burst forth from me. The trickle was continuous. And slowly got bigger. I could NOT stop this leak and the second I realized this I started begging and crying to nobody in particular, that I couldn't hold it anymore and that I was peeing my bed. Something in me broke and in a swift motion I flopped onto my back and buried both hands between my legs, shoving the blanket between them and all, yelling into my empty house, "NO NO NO NO NO!!!" The dam completely shattered. Pee rushed out of me like you wouldn't believe, something in the motion strained my achingly full bladder and I completely lost control, urine spraying through my underwear into my soft cuddly pajamas, immediately drenching my blanket and the hands holding them where they were. I cried and thrashed and I and everything in contact with me save for the dog became sopping wet. The blanket was beyond saving, the bottom of my pajama pants were saturated to the point of squishyness. The mattress started to absorb all the warm pee and it pooled and pooled and pooled. I arched, still peeing my pants as I felt it pool to my lower back and even above. My sleeves got wet. I could feel it everywhere, all while I was still desperately trying to regain control to no avail, soaking my old mattress right to the last drop. After it ended and the relief had washed over me I could drop the act and I just laid there and enjoyed it until everything got cold, at which point I got up and took the mattress back outside. Still in my wet pajamas, which was a terrible idea. Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. I got back inside and cleaned the mess that was the lake residing where the mattress had been laying, threw everything in the laundry, took a shower, and just kind of sat around in a fresh pair of bra and panties (The heat was on ^^ We have a fireplace) and watched Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV.
  7. Omorashi of Nickelodeon

    Version 1.0.0

    568 downloads

    The pee-related scenes of all the cartoons I have discovered from Nickelodeon. Here are the Following scenes..... The Ren & Stimpy Show S3E2a-Circus Midgets (6:12) The Ren & Stimpy Show S4E9a-Pixie King (1:10) Rocko's Modern Life S1E3a - Jet Scream (7:25) SpongeBob SquarePants S3E11: Snowball Effect (5:05) SpongeBob SquarePants S6E23: Ditchin (2:45) Hey Arnold! S5E14b: Phoebe (22:31) Rugrats S2E2a - Chuckie Vs. The Potty (4:44) Rugrats S4E6b - The 'Lympics (19:15-22:14) Rugrats S6E24a A Dose of Dil (10:44) If anyone knows if there are any missing pee-related scene from any western cartoons made by Nickelodeon, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy.

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  8. It may sound strange, but I think it was my senior year in high school or when I was 17 that I really knew how to use a urinal. No, it wasn't that I didn't know how to pee, it was that I wasn't used to reaching down and grabbing my thing out of my fly to pee. That all changed after I got a part time job and started to delve into the world of omorashi (and of course, other things as a hormone-raged teenager). Prior, I would always go into a toilet stall and unbuckled my pants and take it off just below my rear and then piss into the toilet. One of the kinks I developed was going commando while wearing white jeans. I wet myself in private before, but I wanted to take it to the next level. I would get myself desperate enough to the point where I had to use the restroom. As I approached the urinal, I would tell myself to start letting loose, in hopes of getting a little bit of my white jeans soaked. Low and behold, it was because of this action that I was able to learn how to use the urinal properly. Who would've guessed that omorashi would've helped me out. Is there anyone else's life that was positively affected by omorashi?
  9. Hello wet friends, I have a thing for girls with wide hips and large butts (big boobs don't hurt either). I did a quick search of the forums here but didn't find a thread specifically dedicated to curvy girls so I thought I'd start one. If there are others who wish to share their favorite models/videos, please add to the thread. Here is a great clip with Jazmyn to start things off: https://vk.com/videos167883956?z=video229516142_171010517%2Fpl_167883956_-2 I was going to upload the file here but I'm guessing it's not allowed here.
  10. View File [Female] PissJP - Spandex Shorts Wetting (No.1176) Tight Shorts Wetting. 001: Outdoor pee. 002: Desperation. Submitter Kenny P. Submitted 01/10/2017 Category Shorts Wetting  
  11. Hello, I'm Dan. I'm new(ish) around here. Please be kind, you are all my heroes. I'm really into seeing girls pee themselves but I am also partial to the odd wetting myself. I've never had the pleasure of the company of a woman that enjoys male wetting. I was wondering if any ladies here are into this aspect of wetting and, if so, what clothes they enjoy seeing guys wet? I'm not into guys but welcome any responses on the topic. Why ever not? I often wet when I ride my bike as I really enjoy peeing in my cycling shorts. Feels good Anyway, sorry for not introducing myself properly and apologies if this has been posted before. No doubt it has, but hey. Have a wet one, Dan x
  12. Hi everyone :) This is my first interactive story, so please bear with me. The story does not have a main plot to begin with...It will start with a 21-year old girl waking up in the morning and leading a normal life. Where it goes from there is your decision. I will try and make it as interactive as possible. This story will mainly involve desperation and the occasional wetting. Some sexuality may be involved in the future. Scat and diapers are no-no's. So, I will let you guys choose the girl's name and description: ---------------------- Name: a) Amy b) Becky c) Olivia Description: a) Asian, short and pretty with dark hair. b) Blonde, tall and slim. c) Latin, average height , tanned-skin with wavy brown hair
  13. male

    Happy New Year! I came up with a handful of new scenarios over the holidays, so we'll see how this semester goes in terms of writing productivity. Enjoy! **** “Mitch, how far should we string those streamers?” “Mitchell, is this enough for the freshman hallways?” “Hart, do we turn on these black lights now or wait until Monday?” Squaring his shoulders, Mitchell Hartfield put on his most in-control smile, the look that made teachers and students alike feel comforted and placated. “Rob, the streamers go all the way to Mr. Harrison’s room. Joey, put a banner across that last set of lockers, and that’ll be good. Brendan, turn them on to check that they’re all working, then turn them off for the weekend. We’ll get them again on Monday.” The questioners all nodded, as if Mitch had just offered the sagest advice in history, then turned to finish their assigned tasks. Mitch exhaled and looked around, surveying his fellow students and workers as they put the finishing touches on the spirit week decorations. This being one of the most expensive all-male private schools in Chicago, the decorations weren’t the standard paper and cardboard. The “streamers” Rob was hanging were carefully measured strips of silvery satin, and the banners were hand-painted canvas. The overall effect was spirited, yet classy – organized, as opposed to the typical chaos of teen-led spirit weeks. “Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni, the young faculty director of the pep club, interrupted Mitch’s silent appraisal. “Yes, sir?” “It’s 5:30, Mr. Hartfield. We don’t have access to the school any longer,” Like all of the instructors at the academy, Mr. Missoni referred to his pupils by their last names, as a sign of respect. Mitch drew his brows together momentarily. He hadn’t realized how late it was and was a bit stunned that over 2 hours had passed since he’d started working on the decorations. “Of course, sir,” Mitch demurred before directing his voice toward the teens in the hall. “Gentlemen!” he called, loud but not grating, “Thank you all for your work! Please finish what you’re working on immediately, collect your materials, and deposit them back in Room 118. Our time is up.” The dozen or so remaining pep club members moved in a flurry of obedience – not out of fear or simple deference to authority, but out of genuine respect for Mitch and his leadership. Hartfields were leaders. It was something Mitch had heard, both from his family and from teachers, friends, and other adults, throughout his life. His father was a former Senator who was now the board chairman of one of the largest city charities. His mother, the CEO of the fastest-growing advertising agency in the Midwest. His older sister, Veronica, was junior class president at Northwestern and had already completed a prestigious business internship the previous summer. So it was wholly expected that Mitch would excel at the academy, which he did. Now, in the first semester of his senior year, he was in charge of planning spirit week in addition to all of the typical coursework and college applications. Mitchell didn’t mind the work; he enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment and the pride that came with earning the respect of his peers and teachers. The respect that now had young men trimming the last imaginary frayed edges off of fabric and collecting the remaining materials to take back to the storage room. In less than five minutes, the hallway was completed, and the boys were saying good-bye to Mitch as he surveyed their work. “Thank you, Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni commented as the remaining boys cleared out. “I’ll see you in class on Monday.” “Thank you Mr. Missoni.” Normally, faculty members would be the last to leave, but it was late on a Friday, and no one distrusted Mitch to be the last one in the building, so Mr. Missoni had already turned to leave. Before he had a chance to enjoy the silence a bit, Mitch grimaced. In the hours he’d been working – and really, since lunch period – he hadn’t used the restroom, and now, his bladder was asserting its need. It was another habit of the Hartfields: work took precedence, especially leadership projects. Mitch and his sister had been raised to postpone the fulfillment of their own needs until the least intrusive moment. Over the years, Mitch had grown so proficient at the practice that he could go for hours without even noticing hunger, exhaustion, or, as was currently being demonstrated, the need to use the restroom. Mitch knew he was alone, but he still double-checked the hallways before pressing his thighs together. He really was quite full, much to his own dismay. As he reached for his uniform blazer and messenger bag that he’d carefully draped over the back of a chair, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Mitch started far more than he would have, had his need not been so urgent, and barely stopped himself from shoving his hand between his thighs. The notification of his phone was a schedule reminder, bright against the dark background. “Pick up Mom” Cursing internally, Mitch slipped his blazer on. Of course. He’d promised to drive his mother home from work, and he’d set a reminder for what he considered the latest possible time he could leave and still arrive at his mom’s office building on time. Now, using the restroom didn’t even cross Mitch’s mind as a possibility. His mother, Anne Hartfield, did not abide by lateness, and certainly not when it came from her well-trained son. Mitch was already walking briskly to his car. As the crow flies, his mother’s office building wasn’t that far away, but Friday night Chicago rush hour meant at least a half-hour trip, and Anne always left the office at 6:30 sharp on Fridays. It would be fine; he’d make the trip as quickly as possible, then use the restroom at his mother’s agency. He checked the clock as he started the late-model BMW. 6:42. By his own calculations, he had about 10 minutes of wiggle room to account for traffic that would still allow him time to use the toilet before arriving in his mom’s office. He knew Chicago well enough that any unusual delays – accidents or otherwise blocked streets – shouldn’t be a problem. He’d be able to navigate around obstructions fairly easily. If he could control himself, of course. Almost as soon as he pulled onto the street, Mitch felt his urgency return. Fine. It’s fine. Hartfields always take responsibility for their own actions, and Mitch had chosen to forgo using the restroom since lunch, so now it was his responsibility to hold his urine and reach his mother’s office by the expected time. If Mitch had been prone to rumination, he would’ve stewed over all of the decisions that had led him to this point; he’d marvel over how desperate felt, when 10 minutes ago, he quite literally didn’t notice any signals from his body. But Mitchell been raised to believe that brooding was useless. Problem solving was the only acceptable reaction to unfortunate situations, and right now, his problem was a dangerously full bladder. Mitch clenched his jaw as he tried to keep control by just squeezing his abdominal and thigh muscles. For a few minutes, in the comparatively light traffic around the academy, those methods worked, but by the time he reached the beltway, he couldn’t help but actively press his knees together. Traffic slowed, and Mitch was a half-second too slow in his reactions, necessitating a rather more forceful application of the brakes than comfortable. He stopped the car with plenty of space to spare, but felt a thoroughly unnerving spurt of urine dampen his boxer-briefs. In an instant, Mitch was gripping himself, frantically, trying to regain a feeling of mastery over his own body. The clutching helped, and as he eased off the brake pedal, he was also able to loosen his hold, but the ease didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he felt another surge from his bladder. Mitch glanced around unnecessarily to confirm that no one from other cars was looking at him. Of course, no one was; people rarely pay attention to others during rush hour, but, per another unspoken Hartfield rule, drawing attention to your own body was forbidden, if other people were watching. No one was watching. Mitch’s bladder was exceptionally full; he’d actually wet himself a tiny bit already. He was on the highway and didn’t currently have time to stop without risking lateness in picking up his mother. The inescapable habits of being a Hatfield and the demands of the current situation both allowed and required, respectively, Mitch to thrust his hand between his legs, grasping his dick tightly. Mitch blushed slightly, but Hartfields did what had to be done, especially if no one was around to see the more unsavory methods being employed. And now, Mitch was acting in ways that would surely appall his parents. As he drove toward downtown, Mitch no longer harbored any delusions of being able to keep both hands on the wheel. Holding himself definitely felt more secure, but even being reduced to such a state was disconcerting. Still, Mitch focused on the problem solving. In this case, holding himself like a child was necessary, if undesirable. The traffic wasn’t too bad, but by the time Mitch reached downtown, he couldn’t stop squirming. He was practically massaging his dick, kneading the flesh under the fabric of his pants in an unconscious attempt to mitigate the feeling of urgency. His thighs were moving in all directions – flapping his knees in and out, bouncing up and down, moving side to side while pressed together. On some level, Mitch acknowledged that this was probably not a safe way to drive, but the movement was barely under his control at this point. Just after 6:15, Mitch made it to the parking garage in his mother’s building. Without realizing is, he started fully bouncing in his seat as he navigated the dark loops of parking spaces. Nearly all of the spaces were empty, but his mother would expect him to park next to her parking space (never in it, even if it was unoccupied), which was closest to the elevator on the top level of the garage. Mitch’s knuckles were white between his legs as he somehow managed to park straight. He turned the car off but sat for a few moments, using the larger range of motion possible when not driving to squeeze and writhe frenetically in an effort to decrease the feeling of immediacy as much as possible before exiting the car. While he wriggled, Mitch went over the logistics in his head. His mother’s agency occupied the top 5 floors of the 20-story building, with his mother’s office naturally on top. He had the code to the private elevator that he’d parked by, so he could go straight up. The 16th floor, where all the interns and new employees worked, was almost certain to be empty at this time on a Friday, but he’d have to be careful. The bathroom was down the hall and to the left from the parking elevator, if he remembered correctly… His need feeling quite a bit less dire, Mitch grabbed his keys, opened the door, and exited the car. And lost all control. The gravity of standing, the change of position was the death knell for Mitch’s bladder. Liquid gushed out past his still-clutched hand, soaking down the front of his uniform khakis. A small “Oh!” escaped Mitch’s mouth. For a few moments, he was more stunned than anything. It genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that he wouldn’t make it to a toilet. Yes, his need had been spectacular, but he hadn’t actually wet himself since he was a toddler, and he’d had no intention of doing so now. Yet wet himself, he did. Streams of urine poured down both legs of his pants, with rivulets bursting from the fabric in multiple spots. The sheer volume was far too much for the cloth to absorb. In seconds, hot fluid started dripping heavily onto the concrete floor, the pattering sound deafening in the empty garage. The noise made Mitch’s stomach contract with guilt, but he could do nothing to stem the miserable flow. Panting with overwhelming physical reliefs, Mitch tried to get ahold of his racing thoughts, but he was too overwhelmed to make a plan. The sensation of peeing uncontrollably in his school uniform was too devastating to get past. At some point, Mitch realized that he was no longer going, though the sound of liquid trickling off the cuffs of his pants still echoed through the garage. Exhaling shakily, he started to stand up straight. He took a step forward, not quite sure where he was going yet, but stopped abruptly as a final spurt of urine fell from his bladder, streaming directly down his right leg. This, more than anything, nearly broke Mitch. His legs almost gave out, and he stumbled against the still-open driver’s side door. The idea that he not only wet himself, but had so little awareness of his own body that he didn’t know he wasn’t done, went against everything Mitch had been raised to believe about himself. Mitch realized that his lower lip was trembling and quickly bit down to stop the shaking. His Hartfield habits were kicking in; crying was unacceptable. He had to be responsible for his own actions. Though his insides still writhed with shame, Mitch started moving. First, he checked his watch; he still had 7 minutes to reach his mother’s office. Her secretary was almost certainly gone by now, so if he went straight to his mother’s floor, no one would see him. Except his mother. Mitch closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing for the inevitable confrontation. This was his fault; he would have to accept whatever reaction his mother deemed appropriate. Looking down, Mitch’s stomach twisted anew upon seeing the glistening wetness all down the front of his pants. Grimacing, he started to grab sections of material, squeezing out the excess liquid, so as not to drip in the elevator. He had to suppress his gag reflex when he saw the amount of piss being wrung from the material. When he finally finished, he grudgingly wiped his hands on the still-dry hips of his pants. Mitch checked his watch again as he entered the elevator – he was right on time. He straightened his shoulders, readying to enter his mother’s domain. Thankfully, the secretary was gone for the night, so Mitch was able to cross the waiting area unseen. He gently knocked on the tall, sleek doors to Anne’s office, sliding in at his mother’s distracted invitation. Mitch stood just inside the door, painfully aware of the heaviness of his pants hanging from his belt. His mother was arranging papers in a filing cabinet, her back to him. “Thank you for coming, dear,” she said formally. “I hope traffic wasn’t too ba-“ Anne cut herself off as she turned around and saw her 18-year-old son standing in front of her, pants utterly drenched. “Mitchell,” Anne raised an eyebrow coolly. “What is this?” “I hhhad an accident,” Mitch responded, then instantly hated himself for allowing his voice to stick on the second word. Anne’s eyebrow remained arched. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom on the interns’ floor?” With great effort, Mitch managed not to flinch. He’d known that he’d have to explain himself. “I didn’t make it.” Anne’s lips were pressed into a thin line. “Do I need to alert the janitorial staff?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch raised his chin slightly to counteract the natural droop of humiliation. Anne’s upper lip curled ever so slightly. “Then does your car require cleaning?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch repeated, keeping his voice steady. This was all the consequence of his own actions, after all. “Mmmm,” Anne trusted her son, despite her disappointment. He’d kept his word in arriving on time, at least. Still, failure to make it to the toilet wasn’t acceptable. Anne strode to her closet and smoothly pulled the plastic casing off her dry-cleaned spare suit. “Here,” she held out the plastic to her son. “No sense in spreading the mess to your car seat, then.” “Yes, ma’am,” Sitting on the dry-cleaning plastic was actually a great plan, and Mitch was oddly grateful for his mother’s logic. “Come along, then,” Anne’s voice was clipped. “No sense in dawdling.” Mother and son remained silent in the elevator, though Mitch saw his mother sneer when she saw the size of the puddle he’d made in the garage. His stomach clenched guiltily; there was something about his mother seeing the full evidence of his accident that made Mitch feel doubly ashamed. He unlocked to car doors and carefully placed the plastic on the driver’s seat as Anne situated herself on the passenger side. The drive home took 20 painfully long minutes. Mitch kept his posture straight and his eyes clear, though, internally, he was contorted with humiliation and anxiety. Anne turned to her son before they entered the house. “Dinner is at 7:30. I trust that’s enough time to make yourself presentable.” She didn’t wait for an answer leaving Mitch to follow her slowly inside. Up in his room, Mitch took a much quicker shower than he would have liked. Given his current mental state, he could have stayed under the hot water for hours, but Hartfields don’t mope. Instead, Mitch toweled off his hair, dressed in appropriate evening clothes, then reluctantly gathered his soiled pants, underwear, and socks to take to the laundry Realistically, he could have left it for the housekeeper over the weekend, but the desires to avoid a smell and, more powerfully, to avoid sharing his accident with anyone else, propelled him to do his own washing. In the laundry room, Mitch was just opening the washing machine when he heard soft footsteps behind him. “Hey.” For the first time that day, Mitch blushed. “Please don’t look at me,” he murmured. Obligingly, his sister turned around, leaning her back against the doorjamb. “Alright. I’m not looking.” Home for the weekend, a usual practice for the local student, Veronica had heard her mom and brother arrived, noticed the tension, and had gotten a brief, somewhat incredulous explanation from Anne. “Thank you,” Mitch said, though he shuddered at the unexpected interruption. After a moment, Veronica spoke again. “Are you OK?” Irritatingly, Mitch felt his eyes fill with tears, and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’ll be fine. It was my fault.” “It was an accident, Mitch,” Veronica said gently, still not looking into the laundry room. Mitch’s stomach flipped at the word. Most people wouldn’t have heard his breath hitch, but Veronica had more experience than anyone at growing up a Hartfield and all of the emotion-suppression techniques that came with it. When she heard the washing machine lid close and the cycle start, she took the chance to step into the room, placing a hand on her younger brother’s arm. “Mitch,” she insisted softly. “It’s OK.” Mitch crumbled, unable to respond right away. Veronica stepped closer, wrapping her arm around the teen. More to his own dismay than to his sister’s, who was intimately familiar with the feelings of disgrace that accompanied personal failures in the Hartfield family, perceived or otherwise. “Mitch,” Veronica repeated. “It was just mom. She knows you handled it as well as you could have, and no one else knows.” Mitch sniffed slightly, the twisty feeling in his abdomen unabated. “But…” he mumbled. Veronica looked up. “What? What is it?” Mitch’s entire ribcage seemed to tighten. There was no one else in the world he’d confess this to, but the magnitude of his indiscretion was enough to weaken his well-honed resolve. “But…” he stammered, feeling much younger than his 18 years. He thought of his final leak, the one he didn’t even feel coming. “What if it happens again?” Veronica hugged her brother, resting her head on the taller sibling’s shoulder. “Bud, I know it seems scary, but this was a fluke thing. I promise.” Mitch leaned into his sister. He appreciated the show of comfort – he and Veronica had always shared more hugs with each other than they did with their parents – but he really didn’t feel any better. Veronica smiled weakly; she knew that Mitch was unlikely to forgive himself so quickly. She didn’t have anything else to say, so she settled for “Dinner’s almost ready.” Mitch nodded, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He’d have to stop by the bathroom to throw water on his face before he made his way to the dining room. Despite his lingering humiliation, he couldn’t just show up for dinner with red eyes. He was a Hartfield, after all.
  14. 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.
  15. Rejected title: A Desperate Smash 2: Umbran Boogaloo So anyway a while ago I posted this story https://omorashi.org/topic/30051-a-desperate-smash/ and someone posed the idea for a sequel starring Bayonetta. I liked this idea, but for months I had severe writer's block. Now, it's finally here. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In New York City, there were plenty of good bars. From high-class establishments to rundown crook havens, there was something for everyone. But only one bar doubled as a portal to the realm of Inferno. This was The Gates of Hell. Bayonetta smiled as she sipped her wine. Simple pleasures like this, she observed, were truly some of the best things in life. Still, nothing got her worked up quite like a good fight. And if things went according to plan, the Umbran Witch would have the brawl of her life before the night was done… She sucked down the last drop and looked over the other patrons of The Gates of Hell. Samus, galactic bounty hunter. Captain Falcon, famed F-Zero racer. Solid Snake, legendary soldier of fortune. Lucina, princess of Ylisse. And Palutena, goddess of light. Hopefully, one of them would be able to help her... A baritone laugh chased the thoughts from her head. Bayonetta saw Rodin, fallen angel and founder and owner of the bar, surveying the crew she had assembled. “I gotta say,” he chuckled as he handed her another shot, “these are some weird friends you’ve made. And I’ve seen plenty of weird shit in my time.” “Language,” Captain Falcon admonished. It was hard to tell behind his shades, but Bayonetta was pretty sure Rodin rolled his eyes at that. Samus strode over to her and playfully punched her shoulder. “You were right, Bay. This place is the best.” Bayonetta smirked. “Thought I told you not to call me that, Sammy.” She looked at the others finishing their drinks. “Enough pleasure. Time for business.” Bayonetta clapped her hands twice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced. “I suppose you’re all wondering why I brought you here.” She pulled out and unfolded a flyer. Bright colors and capital letters adorned it. 100-MAN SMASH! TONIGHT @ 9:00 ACTION! PRIZES! DANGER! Bring a partner She passed the flyer around. “I do love a good brawl,” she said, “and this sounds simply... smashing.” Snake groaned at the bad pun, but Bayonetta payed him no heed. “I was hoping,” she continued, “that one of you would agree to be my partner for this. Rest assured, I’ll make it worth your while. Do I have any takers?” Samus shook her head. “Sorry, Bayonetta, but I’m busy tonight.” “Me too,” said Captain Falcon. “I’ve got a race to win.” “You know I’m sitting this tournament out,” growled Snake. “I’m just here to watch.” “I cannot fight beside you,” Lucina explained, “because I have a date tonight.” “Same here,” added Palutena. The two women looked at each other and smiled. “Dammit,” said Bayonetta as she set down her wine glass. “It seems I arranged this little tea party for no reason.” She scowled and turned to leave when she heard Palutena speak. “Wait, I just remembered: Pit’s available. I’m sure he’ll help you if you ask.” “Pit?” Bayonetta repeated. She remembered the last time they had clashed. The angel had blushed so hard… The Umbran Witch gave a wicked grin. “Thank you, goddess. I’m not even going to have to ask.” Back in her guest room at the Smash Mansion, Bayonetta stood nude before a full-length mirror. She let out an incantation and her hair wrapped around her figure, forming a skintight bodysuit. Bayonetta experimented with a few different colors before deciding to stick with basic black. After all, nothing beat the classics. Suitably dressed, she strode down the halls of the mansion to Pit’s room. She rapped her knuckles on the door. “Just a minute!” came the call from inside. The door opened and there stood Pit, clad in his usual white toga. He gulped nervously when he saw who was at his door. “C-can I help you?” “Why, yes,” said Bayonetta seductively, leaning in close. “I need a partner for 100-Man Smash, and I’d just love it if you would join me.” “Okay,” said Pit, backing away. “Just let me grab my gear.” He dashed back into his room. Bayonetta smiled to herself. Poor little angel, she thought. This is going to be fun. As she contemplated what exactly to do with her partner, she felt a small unease in her midsection. She had been so busy preparing that she hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself after all those drinks. Never mind, thought Bayonetta. I can take care of that after the fight. 9:00 finally came and the portal appeared to take the fighters to battle. Bayonetta yawned. “About time,” she said. She leaned in close to Pit, who was looking decidedly nervous. “What’s the matter, scared?” “No,” said Pit, backing away, red in the face. “I just, uh…” Before he could say another word, Bayonetta grabbed him and jumped through the portal. In an instant, the fighters were teleported to the Battlefield stage. Drawing their weapons, they waited for the Fighting Miis to spawn. “There’s one!” cried Pit suddenly, pointing. Sure enough, a Mii had materialized on one of the floating platforms, a blank look on its face. Not emotionless, it literally had no features whatsoever. It drew its sword and dashed for Pit, who was prepared to counterattack when Bayonetta pushed him aside. “Let me handle this,” she chided, preparing one of her Wicked Weave attacks. Hair flew from her bodysuit and formed the colossal fist of Madama Butterfly, pummelling the Mii Fighter. Given that part of her bodysuit formed the attack, quite a bit of Bayonetta’s body was left exposed. This was exactly what she was counting on. She looked to her side and smirked when she saw Pit turn bright red and hastily attempt to stop staring. She laughed out loud when his distraction caused him to take a small blow from a Mii Brawler. It is ever so much fun being a tease, she thought. Still, I suppose I should help him. Bayonetta drew her guns and fired a volley of shots at the Miis who were currently harassing Pit. They didn’t do much damage, but the stun allowed Pit to finish them off, sending them flying into the distance in a flash of light. “T-thanks for that,” said Pit, checking his damage levels. “Don’t rest easy just yet, angel,” warned Bayonetta. “There’s more coming.” Sure enough, more Miis were spawning in to replace their fallen brethren. “You take the left side,” said Bayonetta as she kicked a Mii representation of Waluigi, “and I’ll handle everything over here.” On her command, Pit rushed towards a trio of Miis and sent them sprawling with a swing from his Upperdash Arm. A downward smash attack finished them off. The angel’s got talent, thought Bayonetta as she fought off a seemingly never-ending wave of Miis. She was in the midst of a combo when she felt a pressure building in her bladder. She tried to ignore it but she could feel it getting worse. Come on, she thought, try to think of something else. Think of the battle. Your punches. Your combos. How they flow into one another. Yes… flow… like water… Bayonetta caught her train of thought just in time. She winced as she felt a few drops of urine leak out of her. Try as she might, Bayonetta could deny it any longer: she really had to pee. Worse, it was affecting her combat performance. Her desperation distracted her from her opponents, who kept sneaking hits in. Seeing her damage percentage rising, Bayonetta cleared them out with a Wicked Weave. As she did, another wave of desperation came over her. She quickly crossed her long legs in an attempt to hold back the flood. It was working, but Bayonetta couldn’t very well fight in this position. And she had no doubt she would wet herself if she uncrossed her legs. “Pit!” cried Bayonetta. “I need your help over here!” “I’m on it!” Pit replied. He rushed in and took out one of Bayonetta’s foes with a dash attack, then raised his Guardian Orbitars to shield them from damage. Momentarily safe, he charged up a smash attack as more Miis closed in. With perfect timing, the attack launched just after the barrier fell. Before the Miis could react, Pit’s blades slammed into them and sent them off-stage. “Just one left!” said Pit with relief. Good, thought Bayonetta. Once this battle’s over I can finally take a piss. She backed Pit up with her pistols as the angel slashed at the final opponent. Finally, a smash attack launched the Mii into the distance. “NEW RECORD!” cried out a jubilant voice from nowhere. “Yes! We did it!” cried Bayonetta. She grabbed Pit and kissed him on the cheek. The angel spluttered and blushed as the witch pulled away and grinned to herself. Mission accomplished, she thought. The fight’s won, I’ve had my fun teasing Pit, and I’ll be able to relieve myself as soon as the portal back appears. Indeed, Bayonetta’s bladder had never felt so full in her life. Her peehole burned as her waters begged to be released. She jammed her hands between her legs as she fidgeted. Where was that damn portal? Seconds ticked by into agonizing minutes and the portal still hadn’t appeared. Bayonetta’s desperation was getting worse and worse. She never thought anyone could have to pee so badly. By now she had progressed past simply holding her crotch and was now bouncing back and forth on the balls of her heels and biting her lip. She wanted nothing more than to relieve her bladder, to let it all out. She- “Hey, are you okay?” Pit interrupted Bayonetta’s thoughts. “You’re dancing around all funny; it’s almost like you have to-” “I’m fine, you annoying little angel,” she snapped; her full bladder making her testy. Without thinking, she took a step away from Pit, uncrossing her legs and thus removing the last thing holding back her urine. Time seemed to slow down as a mortified Bayonetta felt her bladder finally let go. She knew from experience how hard it was to get stains out of her hair-suit and her flood of pee would ruin it completely. There was only one thing for her to do… With a quick incantation, Bayonetta’s suit flew away from her groin, allowing her stream to splatter on the ground. She couldn’t help but moan with relief and pleasure as a powerful torrent of pee flowed out of her. This simple action of relieving herself after so long was probably the most satisfying sensation she had felt in her life. She closed her eyes and listened to the loud hiss of her pee and the splatter as it landed on the ground. After a full minute, Bayonetta’s bladder was finally drained. The last few golden drops fell into the massive puddle of urine between her legs and she wrapped her suit back around her privates. It was then that Bayonetta noticed Pit staring at her, wide-eyed and red-faced. Seeing this, the Umbran Witch turned red as well. While she was used to showing off her body, nobody had watched her relieve herself before. It felt compromising, and she was used to being the one in control. “Like what you saw?” snapped Bayonetta. “I-I, uh, well, I, uh,” Pit spluttered, “I’ve… never seen a lady pee before. I, uh, didn’t think you could hold that much.” It didn’t seem possible, but both he and Bayonetta turned redder at that. Pit crossed his legs beneath his toga. “N-now I need to pee too.” Bayonetta’s eyes lit up. “Aw, does Pit have to piss?” she teased, her confidence returning. “Y-yeah,” the angel admitted as he fidgeted. “I really gotta go!” “Go right ahead,” said Bayonetta. “There’s nobody stopping you.” “I-I can’t go with you watching!” “Oh, come now,” Bayonetta chided, leaning in close and grinning wickedly. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” Pit moaned in desperation, reluctantly lifted his toga and pulled out his penis. He sighed in relief as he peed a high arc off the side of the platform, disappearing into the infinite void below. “My, my, quite impressive,” purred Bayonetta into Pit’s ear, savoring his embarrassment. “I wish I could do it standing up like that.” After a while, Pit’s stream died down. He shook the remaining drops off his penis and turned to Bayonetta. “That was so humiliating,” moaned the angel. “Are you happy now?” “Chin up, cherub,” said Bayonetta. “You saw me piss and I saw you piss; we’re even now.” Behind Pit, she saw the portal finally appear. “And besides,” she continued, “I had fun here. You certainly know how to show a lady a good time. Here’s a little token of my appreciation.” Bayonetta kissed Pit again, a real kiss this time, long and hard on the mouth. “Let’s do it again sometime,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled away. Pit looked as if he was about to faint. Chuckling to herself, Bayonetta strode through the portal. It is ever so much fun being a tease. (The end, hope you all enjoyed, sorry it took so long and Happy New Year!)
  16. Hi guys, I'm trying to catch up with my posts! I try to take photos quite often, of the whole process, but often times I find myself unable to! I've been having a stronger and stronger bladder recently, and have been able to achieve some significant puddles and wettings. Anyway, this is just a short story. This was the day before halloween, and I was holding whilst talking to homeanddry, as he was at work. I always seem to be holding, but if I have some clothes that need a wash, I just can't resist to well, give them a bit of fun before they get chucked in the laundry. Anyway, a bunch of towels around the house was being washed as well, so I made a little tapestry of towels and held to the limit. I was of course lying on my bed, on my side, back, front, sat up rocking, pacing, both hands between my legs, legs crossed, the whole lot. The outside pressure was constant and with each breath the internal pressure grew and my bladder started quivering. It forced itself out of me at the crotch first, then spread over to my right with another spurt, then cascaded down my legs in miraculous waterfalls. Here's a pic for you all. Hope you like it, I remember the pee running over my left foot and the puddle being significantly squelchy. As a bonus, last night I was going to use the bin I keep in my room, but unfortunately I had used it for something else, so despite my efforts to hold to use it, I had to run to the bathroom at the last minute. I waited until I really really had to run for it, and my housemate stopped me to talk to me about something inane. When I got to the bathroom I slammed the door and ran to the toilet, turned around and began peeing full force before I'd managed to tuck my fingers under the pj waist band to pull them down! Made quite a large wet spot in my panties and had a very relieving wee. Okay, finally, I tried this morning to use the bidet we have in Italy to pee in, but the plug doesn't hold water too well so it went down the drain and I couldn't see how much there was! I might try blocking the plug and doing it before too long (I'm at about a 6/7 now) what do you guys think? Anyway, I will locate the rest of my pictures, most of them post-hold wettings that I'm really proud of, and hopefully I'll get the house to myself a bit more soon, I'd like to lose control at the dining table again! Peace out EQ x
  17. Not sure if this was announced earlier but apparently Aokurage has been distributing builds of his game Mojikue to various contacts on both Twitter and Pixiv for people to bug test. Some of these bug testers have posted screenshots of the class system and a video of the final boss?(can't read japanese). Here are some of the images and the video for reference. Video of Final Boss?:
  18. Hey my girlfriend and I are looking to get into making videos of her wetting her jeans outside in various places. I was wondering if anyone has experience with this and what kinds of places are best? I dont want to attract too much attention such as doing in a store or anything but i was wondering if anyone has any experience where she is able to wet her jeans out but not have any people notice. And obviously im gonna wanna take a video so itd have to be a place where i can film with my phone
  19. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  20. View File Rachel's Holiday Gift 7: Public Exhibitionism Wetting Hello everyone, I noticed there haven't been very many uploads this week, and so I wanted to change this. Also I stumbled across a good collection of JAVs and wanted to share them with the community before I deleted most of them. I was downloading them blind and only like a couple of things from them, but I think there might be some fans out there, so here they are. Right so here are a couple of great public exhibitionism vidoes which include peeing and wetting. Most of these take place on a train and they are tonnes of fun. * Nudity warning * Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/22/2016 Category Female Wetting  
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  22. Hi everyone, I'm curious in what others prefer to see when someone is desperate. For example, I'm a guy that has a profession that has a certain stigma attached to it (say law enforcement). If I were out on an assignment which had me hydrating all day (such as checking out some areas on a very hot day in a timely manner, meaning no bathroom breaks), which type of eventual wetting would you prefer to see? A) Completely disciplined and focused - Never showing your weakness, I only let out grunts to help relieve my bladder. When I can't hold it anymore and start to pee my pants, my facial expression remains pretty much emotionless, save for a small twitch on my eye. I don't hunch over or bend my knees in together in an effort to stop the flow. It appears that I am not embarrassed, and that peeing my pants is a normal thing, and I continue with my duties as if nothing happened. B) Disciplined, but realistic - Similar to A, but more human. In addition to letting grunts out, a few curses words are said under my breath to help relieve the pressure. When the time comes, another curse is muttered, but I show more body mechanics to help stem the flow of pee. After my pants are soaked, I attempt to clean up with paper towels. C) Human - Acting like a "regular" person, I try every attempt to locate a bathroom. As the desperation increases, the frequency of doing the pee-pee dance, crossing my legs, and whimpering increase. When I pee, I say something like, "Oh no" or "Shit" or "Oh my God no no no!" My hands will be jammed, knees bent, in a failed effort to stem the flow. Afterwards, my face is bright red from embarrassment, and try to hide from view. D) Emasculated - Similar to C, but turned up a few notches. As desperation increases, I'd keep saying things that help exasperate the situation, such as "Oh my god I'm gonna piss myself". When the time comes, I yell out something, crumble to my knees with my hands jammed in my crotch, almost crying/whimpering as I wet my pants. Afterwards, I would run off in an effort to not to be seen. Thanks in advance!
  23. male

    I had a massive holding session yesterday and wet myself several times, so kind of expected to have a weak bladder this morning. I woke up early because I needed to pee, but decided to try to hold it for a while instead of going to the toilet, so went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Running the tap to put water in increased my desperation somewhat, and after I switched it on I waited for it to boil with my legs pressed tightly together, bending over slightly, using my hands to squeeze myself. The desperation was too strong though, and I felt myself starting to leak. It didn't feel like much, but when I removed my hand after, there was a soaking wet spot around 2 inches wide on the front of my underwear. Strangest thing was, the desperation went away completely after that, and I no longer felt the need to pee at all. I figured perhaps the incident was caused by a small amount of pee escaping my bladder while I was asleep, and being in my urethra until it escaped. There was no need for me to be up so early, and as I sleep on my side so my sheets were unlikely to come into contact with the wet patch on the front of my underwear, I went straight back to bed - without going to the toilet. Woke up around 3 hours later, when it was light outside, needing to pee again. My underwear had dried. Once again I decided to try to hold it, and went into the kitchen and put the kettle back on. Same as before, I hardly lasted any time at all before I began wetting myself. Except this time it quickly started pouring out, running down my legs and splattering on the floor. Even though there were a couple of towels within reach, the first thing I thought of was the t-shirt I was wearing, which I was planning on putting in the washing machine along with my underwear anyway. So I quickly took it off, and jammed it against my underwear to soak up the pee that was still pouring out despite me trying to stop. When the t-shirt was in place I relaxed my holding muscles briefly, which weren't making much difference anyway, thinking if I "let" some more pee out I would stand a better chance of stopping the flow. I did manage to stop it not long after, but my legs were soaking and there was a puddle on the floor. I was still pretty drowsy, and my first thought was to clean it up. My pee is very dilute when I have holding sessions; I am not so keen on "morning pee" and wanted to remove all trace of it as soon as possible. As I had peed quite a bit in my t-shirt, I used it to wipe the floor, then threw it in the washing machine along with my underwear. Then I got a cloth out of the cupboard, wet it under the tap and started wiping my legs, but decided that wasn't going to be enough so went for a shower instead. I don't even remember if I went to the toilet before having a shower, but reckon I probably would have done. Then the first thing I did after the shower, was use the cloth I had got out of the cupboard to clean the kitchen floor properly. Since then I have drunk several mugs of coffee and have been to the toilet several times. I like being hydrated but also want to let my bladder recover. When it occurred to me to write this up here, I took my underwear back out of the washing machine to take a pic, as I hadn't got around to switching it on. So they started to dry, but are still plenty wet enough to show how wet they were.
  24. Not long after the events of the first story Alice ended up moving in with us. As we hung out quite a lot and she spent a lot of time at our house she would often end up sleeping over in the spare room and a few times we joked that she should just move in. Then unfortunately her Great Grandfather died and in his will he had left his house to Alice’s Mum. At the time Alice’s parents were renting the house they lived in and decided to move into the house they had inherited. The house in question was in the next town over and Alice didn’t really want to have to move and be far away from where she worked and her friends. We talked about it and told her that as she spent a lot of nights at our house anyway she was more than welcome to move in with us and claim one of the spare rooms as hers. At first she seemed hesitant but we convinced her she wouldn’t be imposing and we would love to have her around all the time. In the end she agreed and that weekend we went and collected all of her things and moved her in. This story takes place a couple of months after the first one. After what had happened in the first story she hadn’t said anything else about what she had done and saying she might do it again. I wanted to ask her but I figured it had been a one off and didn’t want to push the subject and make things weird. So I accepted that it would just be a happy memory and left it at that. However I would find that not to be true soon enough. Matty’s cousin and his gf were getting married and as family we were invited to the ceremony and the reception. The ceremony was being held at a church across town and the reception was at the function suite in the hotel just down the road from where we live so we decided we would drive over to the ceremony and then afterwards we would bring the car home and drop it off and then walk down to the hotel as it would only take us about 10 minutes and then we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving. On the morning of the wedding we had some breakfast and then got ready. When Alice came downstairs she looked stunning in a black dress that showed off her sexy figure. Not to mention her beautiful orange hair stood out against the dark colour. I had put on my red dress which was a little more floaty than hers but apart from that they were very similar. We sat in the kitchen doing each other's makeup and finishing our cups of coffee when Matty came downstairs having finished showering and changing and asked if we were ready. I went upstairs to grab the bag that matches my dress and figured whilst I was there I would use the bathroom. I went and peed and then when I got back downstairs I found Alice and Matty were already outside waiting by his car. I put my shoes on, locked the door and went over and got in the car and we set off. It took about 20 minutes to get to the church due to normal Saturday traffic and when we got there we parked up and went to join the other people who were already there. We found Alice’s parents talking to some other people and went over to see them. After greeting them and exchanging pleasantries they held up glasses in their hands and pointed over the crowd and said if we wanted a glass of champagne they were handing them out over there. Matty went over and brought back two glasses for myself and Alice and we stood chatting. About five minutes later Matty’s brother appeared out of nowhere with a cheery greeting and held out two glasses of champagne. We looked at him puzzled and he told us he had accepted them but he didn’t drink and his girlfriend hated champagne so we could have them. We didn’t complain and both Alice and I took a glass off him. We continued talking and going around saying hello to different people that we knew and did so for about 15 minutes whilst other guests arrived and we were then told we could go inside and take our seats. I finished my second glass of champagne and Matty took the empty glasses over to the table where they had originally come from and we ventured inside. We made our way down aisle and decided to sit on the fifth row back. We were the first on the row so Alice was sat on the end with me next to her and Matty on my other side. We sat and looked through the ceremony schedule we had been given whilst the other guests filtered in and found seats. Not long after everyone was inside and seated and then the ceremony started. The bride came in and looked absolutely stunning. She walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar and we sat back to enjoy the wedding. As the ceremony went on I noticed my bladder filling thanks to the cup of coffee and two glasses of champagne. As time passed I gradually got more and more desperate and was soon sat shifting subtly in my seat. I checked the schedule and saw that there wasn’t long left which was good as I really didn’t fancy the idea of being super desperate in the middle of a church full of people. As they got to the exchanging of vows I noticed a brushing on my leg and looked down and found Alice’s leg bobbing up and down gently and I wondered if she too found herself victim to the champagne. For the next few minutes whilst the couple exchanged vows I couldn’t help sneaking glances at her sexy legs gently bouncing and enjoying the knowledge she may need to pee too. After the rings were given and the couple were pronounced man and wife there was a round of applause as they kissed and they set off down the aisle towards the door. We watched as they went past and then people started leaving their seats and heading out of the church. I sat back down and commented on what a lovely ceremony it had been and Alice agreed. Then in a whisper said “I’m glad it's over though….I’m busting for a wee”. I laughed and told her I was getting pretty desperate too. She asked if the church had a bathroom and I said it did and that it was downstairs. I told her I was going to wait until we got home but she said “I think I had better go before we leave, I kept thinking if the ceremony went on much longer I would have to get up and leave I was getting that desperate. We waited for the mass of the crowd to leave and then left our row. I told Matty that I was showing Alice where the bathroom was and he said he would be outside and left with his brother. Alice and I walked over to the door in the corner of the church that I knew from past experience as a girl scout at church parade led down to the basement and the rooms that creeped me out when I was younger. We went down the stairs and upon reaching the bottom and turning the corner we found a few people stood outside what was the bathroom door. It seemed a few people had fallen victim to the effects of the champagne and had come to use the bathroom. Alice looked at the queue of people and said “I can’t be bothered waiting, I will wait till we get home. I asked if she was sure and she nodded and said “I can’t just stand here waiting, It will take as long to wait here as it would to get home”. I nodded in agreement and we went back upstairs. When we left the church and walked over to the car we found Matty stood at the car with his cousin and told us we were giving him a lift. He and Matty got in the front and Alice and I got in the back and we set off. As we drove along I couldn’t help watching Alice fidget and squirm and after ten minutes we came into the town centre and hit the traffic lights. As we moved along through the traffic Alice got more and more squirmy and I asked if she was okay. She looked at Matty and his cousin in the front and leaned over and whispered “I’m bursting, I’m gonna wet the seat if we don’t hurry up”. I felt myself get aroused at her words and I whispered back “don’t worry babe, I’m in the same boat”. Which was true, it seemed like the delay of getting caught in traffic had made my desperation shoot up and I too was feeling like I was close to leaking in my knickers. We finally got through the traffic and headed out towards the hotel. We pulled up at the end of the driveway of the hotel and Matty’s cousin jumped out and we continued up the hill to our village. It seemed like now it was just the three of us Alice was no longer embarrassed and told Matty to hurry up as she was dying for a wee and about to soak the back seat. Matty laughed and said “i know the feeling”. I then noticed he was squirming as he drove and my arousal grew at knowing Matty was desperate too. A few minutes later we pulled into our driveway and parked up. We jumped out of the car and headed over to the front door. We all stood squirming and dancing as I fished my keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. We went inside and Matty kicked his shoes off and dashed upstairs. We did the same and followed him up and as we got to the top of the stairs we saw him disappear into the bathroom. Alice and I went into my bedroom and stood waiting desperately for Matty to finish. When he did Alice asked if I wanted to go first and despite it being obvious she was more frantic than I was I accepted and went over to the bathroom. As I went in she followed me and watched as I pulled my knickers down and sat down on the toilet. I sighed happily as I released the pressure growing on my bladder and let a loud stream splash into the toilet. Immediately Alice stuck her hand up her dress and held her pussy and moaned. She started pee dancing like crazy and told me that watching me pee was torture. By the time I finished peeing she had started leaking and had pulled her dress out of the way and I could clearly see the wet patch growing on her blue knickers. I took my time finishing and when I stood up and pulled my knickers back into place she quickly dashed over, yanked her knickers down and let out a huge sigh as she relaxed and emptied her bladder. I just stood listening to her strong stream and sighs of relief and found myself getting very turned on. I stood at the sink washing my hands and when she finished she came over and washed her hands. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when she grabbed my arm and said “i bet you enjoyed watching me like that didn’t you”. I looked at her sheepishly and she moved closer to me and said “don’t be sheepish, I am glad you enjoyed it, I wanted you to enjoy it”. I smiled at her and she leaned in and whispered “why do you think I didn’t pee before we left earlier….why do you think I said we wouldn’t wait in line at the church….why do you think I let you go first”. My mind raced as these thoughts processed. She pulled back and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said “its because I know you like seeing me in that state, and I like that you enjoy it, did you enjoy it??”. I nodded and said I enjoyed it very much. She smiled and asked “can I see how much you enjoyed it?”. Before I could say anything her hand ran up my skirt and made contact with my knickers. She pushed her finger against my pussy and felt the wetness there caused by her sexy desperation. She smirked when she felt it and whispered “my you really did it enjoy it”. She pulled her hand from under my skirt and kissed me on the cheek before leaving the bathroom and leaving me standing there unable to comprehend what had just happened.
  25. I wish to share this clip with you guys. I don't think this have already been uploaded here. This is a clip from an Indonesian movie called Love Story and there's a desperation scene form the movie. It is a shame that we can't see any pee, but sure there's the "sound effect". The actress acted great in it. Perhaps Indonesian fans would definitely know who she is. Tell me if this is a repost. Thanks! Desperation & wetting scene from the film Love Story (2011; Indonesia).mp4