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  1. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  2. 'Right, year 11!' Shouts headmaster Micheals. 'This is our first night of the week, I expect you all to sleep well, we've got a lot of stuff planned for tomorrow, so I don't want you all staying up all night!' Just like most of the year 11's, I haven't really been paying attention to most of what the Headmaster was saying. I always thought that the teachers were excused from assemblies like this until I actually got the job. But no, assemblies are for everyone, and they're still just as boring. But now headmaster was beginning to wrap everything up, and it was time to bring all the classes back to the tents. The school has rented out a camping ground for the week as a last school trip for the year 11's, now that GCSEs had finished. Most of the students haven't got anything to do until they start college or sixth form after the summer holidays, so the Headmaster thought it would be a nice send-off for the students - and it kind of is. The July weather is nice and warm, the evenings are late, and it's nice to be out with friends - even us teachers have friends, something I never really grasped until I passed the courses last year. As the form tutors take their classes from their seats and back to their tents, the rest of us teachers plan on what we'll be doing tonight. Our campground, though next to the students, was still a separate camp ground, so we'd probably have a campfire, a few drinks, that sort of stuff. We'd all been given short shifts to patrol the camp-site of course, to make sure the students were actually sleeping, but I'd got lucky and been assigned an early shift. Me and Sarah Crossgrove - a friend I'd met in university - were the first to do our patrol. 'You ready for this Catherine?' Sarah asked me. 'Ooh, I'm getting excited! I've never done this sort of thing before!' Sarah and I were about the same height, a little over five foot tall. We both had similar builds - slim but healthy (Sarah has larger breasts than I, and I can't help but feel a little jealous), and the two of us have similar length hair - falling around the shoulders. My hair was a hay-bale blonde, tied back in a pony tail, whereas Sarah's hair was free-flowing, wavy and ginger, showing off her Scottish ancestry. Sarah's eyes were a forest green, while mine were sky-blue. Both of us had freckle-spotted faces, though mine much less so that Sarah's. The two of us had been the best of friends since we'd met in university - we lived next to each other in the halls, we were in all the same classes, and now we worked at the same school. We've been confused for sisters a couple times. Having joined the school at the same time we were often put together as well when doing stuff like this, and this was no exception. When all the classes had left, there were only us teachers left - Thirty overall, not counting the six form-tutors or Headmaster. Thirty seven if you did. 'Right' started Mr Biggins, one of the senior staff, addressing the rest of us. 'You know the drill, two of you patrolling the student campsite for an hour, when you come back send off the next two, you might have to wake them up though. Remember, four students to every tent, no boys in girl's tents, no girls in boy's tents, yadda yadda. If anything goes wrong you have mine and Headmaster Micheal's phone numbers' We all nod. 'Miss Crossgrove and Miss Rose are on first (he nods toward us as he says this), and of course myself and Mrs Johnson are next.' With that the teachers, not including myself and Sarah, all head to the teacher's campground. Sarah gives me a look of excitement 'I used to love camping with the school!' she tells me. 'We'd all stay up all night telling scary stories! First one to fall asleep always had their hands put into warm water as well, that was funny!' 'I heard that doesn't actually work' I tell her 'Sometimes it did....It worked on me' She giggles as she tells me 'Does it work on you?' she asks me 'I don't know' I tell her. 'No one's ever tried it'. Sarah gets a mischievous look in her eyes. 'Don't you even joke about it!' I laugh. We both stand up and head over to the student camp ground. The school had rented 45 tents, but we only needed 30 - half the students didn't want to come or couldn't come. Still, it makes our jobs easier. Me and Sarah both decide to circle the field in opposite directions. She heads clockwise, I head counter clockwise. It's about 7pm, and fairly bright out, though the sun is beginning to set, making the sky a beautiful red. The grass is nice and dry - I hardly need to be wearing my wellington boots. They look silly. Picture this - Grey pinafore dress, white shirt, grey pantyhose....and green wellies. Still, headmaster insists we wear these boots while walking around. 'Liking the boots Miss Rose!' Told you I looked silly. The voice belongs to Jamie, one of the boys in my history class 'Nice aren't they!' I joke back. 'They really match the dress don't they' 'Why not take them both off in our tent' - he points finger guns at me, so I know he's joking 'Now now Jamie, you can't say that sort of thing to a teacher' I tell him, though I can't help but feel a little flattered. 'It's what we call harassment in the workplace' 'Alright, fair enough' he says, feigning disappointment. We'll have to make do with Micky here!' he jokes, prodding Micky 'Hey!' Micky shouts I chuckle to myself as I continue walking around, looking around for anything that shouldn't be going on. Sarah is taking some girls out of a boys tent on the other side of the field - the usual suspects. There's always a few. Glad it's Sarah putting up with them and not me. I take a quick glance at my watch - 7:07. 53 minutes left. 53 minutes and I already need to pee....typical. Ten minutes of walking up and down and nothing has happened of any interest. Most of the students are just sat around talking in their tents, getting around the no boys and girls in the same tent rule by sitting outside. Us teachers don't need to send them in to their tents until 9pm - me and Sarah are really just here to make sure no fights start. Still, by now I really do need a wee - Last time I'd been was when we'd got off the coach, quite a while ago. I'd drank around three bottles of water since then By 7:30 nothing much has changed. There are groups of students sat around talking, Sarah's confiscated at least 3 hip flasks, two of whiskey and one of vodka. I'm sure there's more of them but most of the kids are hiding them pretty well. I lean against the stone wall that circles the camp site and look around. The sky is a deep red as the sun sets - it would be perfect for a romantic evening. Instead though, I'm walking around a field looking like a wally. At least a few of the students are making the most of it - across the field are a couple of students kissing where they don't think we can see them. I'd best stop them before they get carried away As I'm heading over to the kissing students I hear a quick rustling in the hedge, followed by something solid hitting the floor. Stopping, I squat down and take a look Nothing. I pat around under the hedge to see if there's anything there. Nope. Standing back up, I look over to the kissing couple - they're headed back to their tents now. I watch to make sure they go to separate tents before carrying on my patrol and trying to ignore my bladder. 7:45 now, and the red sky has turned a darker purple as the sun sets more. By now my bladder is starting to distract me from my patrol. M-maybe I could find a little secluded spot... I really shouldn't, but I'm about to burst! I begin walking over to a small group of trees at the far end of the field. All the tents are on one side - the left side - and this cluster of trees is on the other. I'm sure that if anyone asks what I'm doing there I can pass it off as making sure there's no one there... It takes me ten minutes to reach the tree, and it's dark now. I flick on the flash light and cast it about the tree cluster. The trees are in a square shape, with hedges making 3 sides, and the fourth side is the way in. There are 3 benches, one against each hedge, and on one side there's a Jamie, pissing into a bush 'Jamie!' 'YEE!' He yelps, flicking piss around. I can't help but laugh at this, which Jamie doesn't appreciate too much 'Come on Miss!' he says. 'You nearly gave me a heart attack!' he says as he finishes. I chuckle again. 'What are you doing up here anyway?' he asks 'Looking for boys like you' I say. He takes this the wrong way and casts me a look of what he must assume is something sexy. 'Looks like you've found me, what now?' I decide to play on this. 'And now....' I say, slowly stepping toward him. 'Now...(I can see his trousers begin to bulge)...now Jamie.....I have to.....(I can see his eyes lit up)....I have to tell you to go back to your tent.' His face switches to disappointment immediately 'Oh come on Miss, you got me all excited!' he says, pointing down. He's completely erect and very disappointed. 'Come on Jamie, this kind of thing doesn't actually ever happen, it's just romantic fantasies' I tell him. 'And anyway, it's the kind of thing that could get you expelled it you say it to the wrong teacher' He sighs and looks at me. I try to hide how much I have to pee. Not too well though, as Jamie points out 'You gotta pee too?' He asks 'I, uh, no!'. He raises an eyebrow. 'Okay, maybe...But I wouldn't pee here, I'd use the toilet.' I am a shameless liar. 'Tell you what' he says. 'You pee here, I'll keep watch' Being as desperate as I am, I can't help but consider it, which Jamie notices - I can tell because his eyes light up again. 'No Jamie' I say to him. 'I'm not going to risk arrest just to pee in a bush' 'Up to you if you want to wet yourself' he says. 'Better escort me back then' 'I - uh, yeah'. Damn. I was going to pee when he left. He knows what he's just done When we get back to Jamie's tent it's 8:05, and Mr Biggins and Mrs Johnson are on scene. Sarah's already left. Letting Mr Biggins know I'm heading back to teacher's camp, I begin my journey. The teachers camp is much smaller than the student, but our tents are bigger. Though we have enough for 2 people in a tent rather than four, and of course me and Sarah are sharing. I walk into our tent, trying not to hobble, and kick of my boots. Sarah's lying on her camping mattress, reading a book in the light of a small electric lamp. 'Heya Cathy' She says to me, cheerily. 'What took you so long?' 'Caught Jamie peeing in a bush, had to bring him back' 'Say, did you see anyone wandering about outside the field?' she asks me, reminding me of the noise I heard earlier. 'I heard something move in a bush' I tell her. 'Not sure what it was' 'Mr Blenkinsop told me someone's wandering around and I'm a little spooked!' She says 'Oh don't listen to him' I tell her - Blenkinsop's always telling these crazy stories. 'But what you heard in the bush-' she says. She leans in to whisper to me. 'Some one's about...' I put on some trainers - still doesn't match my dress, but it'll do. 'Hey, Sarah, do you need the loo?' I ask her 'No, why?' 'You've got me spooked now' I tell her, 'and I don't want to go alone...' 'Oh you little girl!' she laughs. 'Come on, the others have a campfire going and some drinks, we'll sit with them for a bit then we can go to the loo' I agree to this, and we get up and go. Me and Sarah sit on the bench around the fire. I squeeze my thighs together to hold my bladder shut. Mr Geoffrey's hands us both a beer from a cooler. 'Not for teachers who haven't done their patrol yet' he tells Miss Smith, who's sat next to him. She chuckles. I ignore my bladder's protests and begin drinking, as does Sarah. We sit and talk for a good long while. There's enough firewood to keep the fire going until 10, and Miss Smith's bought some marshmallows. We all take it in turns impaling a marshmallow on a twig - probably not too clean but whatever - before roasting them over the fire. Sarah brings hers back perfectly toasted. Mine falls off into the fire. Miss Smith hands out some more By 10 the fire's died down, and my bladder is no longer something I can ignore. But then Sarah brings up telling horror stories, and Mr Blenkinsop is first. He tells us all the story of the bloke wandering about the fields....Being an English teacher, he's great at telling the story of a man wandering around. As silly as it is, the idea sticks in my head. By 10:30 however stories are over and most of us have gone to bed. Me and Sarah get up and head over to our tent 'Still need the toilet?' Sarah asks me 'Yeah' I tell her, 'do you?' 'Yeah!' she says, grabbing her crotch and bobbing up and down. But I don't want to walk over to the toilet now! It's so dark...and what if there is some guy walking around....' 'Don't you do this Sarah!' I say to her. 'I'm not going without you, so don't make me stay in the tent!' She gives me a sorry looking smirk, then slides in the tent. Bugger. I look over to the path to the toilet. It's a good five minute walk through some woods. No light, no fence, and no-one to go with. I really have to pee! But I'm not going alone. I get into the tent. Sarah has taken of her skirt and is undoing her blouse. This is the first time I've seen her undress - I never knew her freckles went down to her breasts. Mine don't. She looks at me. 'Sorry' she says. 'Too scary, too dark'. As frustrated as I am, I can't help but agree. I pull of my trainers. Bringing my legs up to my chest puts a lot of pressure on my already aching bladder, but I try to ignore it. If I deny the problem, it will go away, right? Shoes off, I pull down my tights. I catch Sarah taking a glance as I pull one leg over and off of my foot. 'Like what you see?' I smirk. She blushes 'First time I've really seen you undress...' she continues blushing. 'Kinda weird seeing how long we've been around each other' 'I was just thinking that' I say, tights off and now undoing my dress. Pulling it over my head, I notice she looks a little funny. 'You alright?' I ask her 'I was thinking' She says. 'Are you going to keep your underwear on under your pyjamas?' I look at her funny. 'I-I-I mean, if you will, I will, just want to make sure we're on the same page here' 'Nah, I'm taking mine off' I tell her. We're both sat in the tent in our underwear at this point. She still looks a little funny. 'I'll keep 'em on if you want' 'No no, it's fine' she says. I unhook my bra and let it fall of. She does the same. She blushes as she does. Some people are just a little nervous I suppose. I've known her this long that it doesn't bother me, but to each their own. I stand up, hunched over and pull my white panties down. Taking them off my feet. I sit on my heels, naked in front of her. 'No need to be embarrassed' I say to her, because she clearly is. 'Nothing you have that I don't' She smiles, a little comforted. I watch, still sat as she takes off her panties. She's got a small tuft of well kept red hair hidden under her panties, very much like the hair on her head. She looks at me, and I look at her. 'Now we've seen everything, right?' I joke. She smiles and nods. 'Nothing to be nervous of anymore'. I grab my pyjama trousers and pull them up. Mine are a red tartan sort of pattern, warm but a little thread bare with age - I've had these since we were at uni. She puts on her bottoms, a pair of light grey jogging bottoms. We both have similar looking white tee-shirts to complete our pyjamas. 'Look, I really gotta pee' I say to her, standing up 'Your funeral' she says, climbing into her sleeping bag. I open the tent flap and look out. My bladder says yes but my fear says no. The cold wind also says no. The movement in the bushes screams no. I yelp and slip back in the tent. Not worth it I decide. I slip into my sleeping bag and hope I can ignore my bladder. Lying down, Sarah switches off the lamp. Everything goes quiet, save the wind outside. I lay in the bed, wriggling. Can't sleep. Need to pee. About an hour since the lights went out. In the darkness I can make out Sarah sleeping soundly. I can't sleep though. My bladder feels like fire. I slide my thighs over themselves trying to mask the feeling. I'm surprised my wiggling hasn't woke up Sarah. I clasp at my crotch and sway side to side on my back. I pull my knees up and drop them down again. I CAN'T HOLD IT. I sit up, still wriggling my legs. The pressure of being sat up all but forces me to pee right there, but I hold it in. My bladder feels solid. I try lift myself up, but increasing the pressure on my bladder physically hurts. I lie back down and turn onto my chest. I push myself up again - more pressure on my bladder. Oh, gee it hurts so bad. I can't get up. If I try, I will wet myself. I lie back on my back. I rub my feet together. I press my knees together. I grab my crotch as hard as I can. Through my belly I can feel my bladder is rock hard. Pressure builds lower down, at the base of my bladder. I can every new millilitre that gets added to my bladder. I can feel it become tighter and tighter, while I rock from side to side in my bed. I wish I'd gone when I had the chance. Even if that meant Jamie watching me. Even if it meant a strange man watching me. Honestly I'd give anything to pee! Rocking from side to side starts to hurt. Moving my legs starts to hurt. Even wriggling my feet and toes is an effort. I check my watch. Midnight, dead on. Just 8 hours to go, I can make it. NO I CAN'T. It hurts so bad!!! It feels like it's going to- Hnnn! My body just tensed. I didn't do that on purpose - it just happened. I hope I do- Hnnn! Again! Oh god, it's happening. It's happening. Keep quiet, don't wake up Sar- Hmm! Oh god, here it comes, here it comes, here it- Phsshh! Haah, haah, I peed a little! I felt it, I heard it. I can feel it on my thighs - it's running down my ass! Oh god that feels funny! It's pooling down on my back. Still it's just a little. I feel a little better. I can hold on longer now. No need to worry. That's the worst of it I'm sure. Probably won't pee again, right? I h-hope so. Come on, go to sleep now, you can make it until 8. I rock from side to side. My knees rub against each other furiously. My toes clench and stretch in sequence. I bash my feet together under the sleeping bag. That's all, right? No more of that... Okay, maybe there'll be more. My bladder feels solid again. Already. Brace for round two! I stretch my legs, feet and toes, all out straight. I pull on every muscle in my body. I can feel it again! My b-bladder, it's going to squee- Hng~ I manage to keep quiet, but only just. I don't know if I can do it again - let's find out... Hnn! Nope, couldn't do it....oh god, here it comes, here it comes here it Hnn! Another spurt, powerful against my legs, though this one doesn't completely end, and I can feel a trickle continue to fall out, down my cheeks and pool around the base of my spine. The warmth, the slight relief, so enticing. No time to think though! here we go again....Here it com- Haaah! Another spurt, and I stop holding back. The wave hits me and a jet of pee shoots out of me. And I don't try to stop it. The spurt quickly ends, but without me trying to hold it back a stream soon follows. I close my eyes and let it happen. The silence of the tent is replaced with a surprisingly loud trickle, as a stream of pee falls out of my lips and pools at my ass. My breaths are shallow as the heat envelops me, the sleeping bag trapping the steam which flows toward my head, filling my breaths with the warmth and odour of the contents of my bladder. My hands are trembling, and so is my breath. I stretch my toes out again as I embrace the relief I'm feeling. I'm too enraptured to move. My arms are limp by my side, my feet fall still, and my bladder gently squeezes a stream out and onto my inner thighs. The puddle beneath me now has spread up to half way up my back and halfway to my knees. I'm sure it's seeping out of my sleeping bag at the sides. The trickle is louder with each second as my stream becomes slowly more steadfast, landing onto more pee rather than dry cloth. With the initial loss of control having now left, I let the feeling of relief sweep over me, feet first. My toes warm up, then my feet, then shins, then thighs, then heat shivers up my spine until it reaches my head and I can't hold back a grin. 'hmmm....' I moan gently, without even meaning to. My body is doing it's own thing. My sleeping bag makes a valiant effort to hold in what it can, but I can see it seeping out in my peripheral vision as my head falls to one side, facing Sarah, and I'm still grinning inanely. Sarah seems to grin back - I wonder if she feels what I'm feeling too.... I can't hold back a slight giggle as the last of my pee begins it's decent. The trickling sound begins to diminish, but the heat I'm enveloped in does not. The puddle reaches my calves and my shoulders, I can feel it surrounding my limp hands. Sarah sits up and looks at me, I bet she's jealous! Hell, I'd be jealous. The raw relief, the heat that surrounds my entire body. The comfortable feeling of hot liquid against my skin. My eyes are half closed - too much effort to hold them open. I'm sure Sarah doesn't even notice I'm awake. She probably thinks I wet the bed! Ha, what a thought. She probably thinks I wet the bed in my sleep. Not done that since uni! No no, this was while I was awake. I got to feel all of it. Ha, Sarah wants to feel it too! She's putting her hand in the puddle around my sleeping bag. She'd love to feel this good! She brings her damp hand to her face and smells it. It smells like relief, let me tell you. Sarah can only watch me as I finish peeing Hold on. Finish peeing? Oh god. I open my eyes fully. Sarah looks at me. I can barely make out her face in this light - or lack of it - but she appears to blush. I don't know what she has to blush about, she hasn't just wet the bed! I should be blushing. I am blushing! My face feels like fire! 's-sarah?' I say. It takes some effort to even speak, I feel drained, in both energy and bladder. 'yy-yeah?' She responds 'I wet the bed' I tell her. 'uhh, yeah, I can see.' Embarrassed as I am, I can't help but grin. 'It felt sooo good!' I tell her. I don't know why. I mean it's true and all but... Sarah chuckles. 'I bet it did' she whispers to me. I sit up I can feel a small cascade of warm pee fall down my back and around my backside. It too begins to seep out my sleeping bag. Reality slowly comes back to me, and I begin to question things. Such as why Sarah touched what she knew was my pee... 'Why did you do that?' I ask. She blushes - I can see it even in this light. Do I......is she attracted to me?.... No, she would have said something by now 'That was really hot.....' she tells me. She leans toward me. I can feel the heat from her face - she must be bright red. 'Well yeah, I just pee'd, of course it would be warm' 'That's not what I mean...' 'So what do you mea-' I'm cut off by the hot press of her face onto mine. She kisses me suddenly, her body following her and pushing me back down onto my back. She's sat atop me, hands on my shoulders. She pulls her face back and stares at me. Her eyes show a mixture of emotions. Fear. Anxiety. Lust. Love. Excitement. Such a powerful mix. I don't have long to look though, before she presses her face back into mine. Her lips and cheeks are soft and warm, and I can feel her eyelashes flicker on my face. She holds my hands in hers, fingers interlocked with mine. I can feel them shaking. She straddles me, and the sleeping bag squishes loudly as more pee is pressed out of it. She pulls her head back again. She looks at me once more. I don't know what to do or say - and she can tell. She lets go of me and swings off so she's sat next to me, half in my puddle. 'I-i--i-i-' She stutters. She can't think of what to say. Neither can I. 'I re-really need to, uh, pee.' Funny way of showing it. 'W-will you, uh..will you take me to the toilet?' I nod silently. I unzip my sleeping bag, and Sarah flicks the lamp in. In the dull yellow glow I can at last see the extend of my accident. The pink lining of the sleeping bag now hosts a dark purple splotch with uneven lines, head to toe. Two protrusions in the blotch show where my calves where, the puddle going as far as my ankles along my skin. The pee has mostly seeped into the bag now though, so no puddle remains. The tent floor is cotton, and another puddle surrounds me in that. The back of my white shirt is translucent and dyed a faint yellow, all over my back. I climb to my feet, which glisten in the electric light. Sarah picks up the lamp and leads me outside. The summer night is still warm, even though it's pitch black. My bare feet hit the dry grass which crumples under it. I relax my bladder again and let a small stream trickle out. More than I expected, the stream lasts a good 3 seconds and pools at my feet. 'Just finishing my accident' I tell Sarah, who blushes and grins. She takes two or so steps forward, then turns to me 'I can't hold it' she says. 'I'm going to wet myself' she tells me. Before I can respond she starts to wet herself. She breathes in and sighs as hot pee trickles down her legs and around her feet. Her face, a few shades redder than normal, is stone still. She watches me intently as she pees, the sound of it trickling into the grass surrounding us. She looks very deliberate as she stands there, feet apart, puddle in between them. We both stand there in the warm heat of the night in silence - the only sound being the splashing of her pee into her puddle. She wriggles her toes as she pees, splashing quietly. It takes a good twenty seconds until she stops and sighs again. 'Thanks for taking me' she says. She holds her lamp in one hand, and takes mine in the other. 'Let's go back to bed' she says. She leads me back into the tent and climbs into her sleeping bag, wet pants and all. I look at my sleeping bag. The pee has cooled by now, and is cold to touch. Sitting down in it and letting it touch my skin I can't help but wince. 'Here' Sarah whispers, gesturing to her own sleeping bag. 'There's room' Sarah's sleeping bag is surprisingly spacious, and we both fit in, though it's a tight fit. I can feel the heat of Sarah's skin against all of mine. We're face to face, our breasts pressing against each other. Our legs intertwined. Usually this would be really uncomfortable, but by now I'm so tired I don't care. Forehead to forehead with Sarah, I drift of immediately, as Sarah hugs me tightly. We can talk about this whole thing in the morning...
  3. I was wondering if anyone had seen the full version of this video. I felt like I have but I can't find it anywhere and it's got all sorts of awesome stuff in it: http://e6ma.com/movie/364754
  4. I decided a while ago to start my own fic, so I started an interactive story. Turns out I really enjoy writing omo-fics, so I'm going to do a quick one here, hope you enjoy it. 'Another day, another dollar' Anna thinks to herself, unenthusiastically, as she waits in the elevator. Anna taps her foot and look at her watch. 6.50. Late again, Jim won't be pleased, he's been on about Anna's punctuality all week. And the week before that, and before that. Not that it really bothered Anna - what was ten minutes going to mean by the way of work. So what if she can't take a customer call, someone else can. And she can do over time anyway to make up for it. The elevator doors slide open as it reaches the eighth floor. 'Hey Ann, how've you been?' asks Amy, one of Anna's co-workers 'Oh you know, nothing new, how about yourself?' Oh, Jim says I might be in line for a promotion soon, He's going to put a word in with his seniors and then......... Anna's morning goes on with few events. Dealing with calls, the occasional sarcastic remark, the occasional old woman who can't tell her microwave from her desktop. The usual stuff. At about 11:30 Anna decides to get herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen. Not because she's even thirsty or tired, but because she's so bored. Waiting for the kettle to boil, Anna looks down at herself. Grey pencil skirt and white blouse, grey tights and black shoes. Even her clothes, smart as they are, are boring. The only colour from Anna is her pink lips and blonde hair, tied in a ponytail behind her with a black hair-band. 'Some days are just meant to be boring' Anna says aloud to no-one in particular. The kettle finishes, and Anna finishes making her coffee. Two sugars and milk, same as always. Picking up her cup, she heads back to her desk, looking around the office as she does. Grey carpet. White walls. White ceiling. Wooden desks with grey computers. Most of the desks are empty where it's the weekend. Boring, boring, boring. By 12.30 Anna has finished her first coffee, so she goes on her lunch break. Usual stuff, sandwich from the canteen on the ground floor, another coffee, and a trip to the toilet before she heads back. Actually, no. 'Not today'. Anna thinks to herself at the bathroom doors. 'Let's see how long I can go without going to the loo' Anna decides, in an attempt to get something interesting out of the day. Feeling a slight pressure on her bladder, Anna heads back to her office A funny feeling sweeps over Anna in the elevator back up. Usually with her bladder this full she'd leave her desk and go to the toilet, even if it wasn't a break. But now Anna feels an almost daring feeling, even at something as mundane as not using the toilet. 'Actually', Anna thinks. 'Let's see how much I can hold....'. Anna smirks to herself as she makes her decision. Today Anna will amuse herself by drinking as much coffee as she can, and by not using the toilet. 'The feeling of a full bladder is more engaging than a weekend at work' she reasons. Reaching her floor at 12.35, Anna makes herself another coffee. Now the office is entirely empty, with everyone else having left for the weekend, but Anna is staying to make up for lateness. On the plus side, this means no one will see Anna drinking so much coffee. 1.00 pm, and Anna walks back into the kitchen again. She puts the kettle on, and leans against the counter. Her bladder feels quite full now, and usually Anna would be looking for the toilet if she was out. But she's not out. So she pours herself another coffee, and heads to her desk. 1.30, Anna's back again. Another coffee 2.00, Anna walks into the kitchen, again. Not only does she need to pee badly now, she's completely jittery from the caffeine. 'Maybe that's enough coffee for now' she thinks. 'But there's always water...' Anna pours herself a cup of water, and downs it. Then another. Then a third. Three is enough, and Anna heads back to her desk, feeling quite desperate now By 2.30 Anna is rocking back and forth in her chair. No calls since lunch, but Anna still gets paid just for being there. 'Just another half hour' she thinks aloud. 'Then I'll only have an hour left until I can leave. I-I can hold it' she tells herself, not sure if she believes it 3.pm comes and Anna has both hands jammed into her crotch. She leans back and forth in her chair quite viciously as she fights against desperate urges to pee. Just thinking about peeing makes Anna more desperate. The thought of sitting on the toilet, the cool touch of the seat, and the hot release of her bladder. The gentle hiss as her pee flows out, and the splashing it makes as it hits the water....Anna can't get these thoughts out of her head. Instead, other thoughts come. You could always just go, they tell her. Imagine how good it would feel, and without the hassle of even leaving your chair.... Anna fights these thoughts off, though it is a losing battle, as each thought she ignores is replaced by two more. Thoughts of relief, satisfaction and joy. She imagines the heat of her pee, splashing against her thighs as it pours out onto her felt chair, being absorbed by the dark fabric. She imagines the pleasant shiver of relief travelling her spine when she relaxes, and the hot mess she'd leave behind. 'She has to stop imagining these things before they become real', she thinks. By 3.15 Anna can't think of anything but her screaming bladder. The thoughts of just letting go begin to swamp her mind, as the prize of relief begins to rival the cost of soaking her grey skirt and tights, which would turn a dark black as they absorbed her entire day's accumulation of pee. Anna presses her hands even harder against her crotch. Sweat already has dampened her inner thighs where her hands have been clamped to them for so long. At least Anna thinks it's sweat. Didn't John from accounting say that sweat and pee were basically the same stuff? and that when you were well hydrated your pee was effectively clean. Anna certainly knows that if you keep drinking and using the toilet her pee comes out clear and odourless, like warm water. But this isn't one of those cases, and Anna hasn't pee'd since she left home. 'Speaking of home, what time is it?' Anna asks aloud, again asking no-one. 'Only 3.20? Oh come on.....' By 3.25 Anna can feel her bladder start to harden as it draws close to its maximum. It hurts to sit down, so Anna is forced to stand up, leaning against her desk. Anna pushes her office chair away, and kicks off her shoes. She knows that she's hasn't long left, and decides that enough is enough. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks down the office to the staff toilets. Hands clamped firmly against her crotch still, each step is painful. Anna can barely look up as she walks almost bent over, sticking her ass out behind her. She's certain her skirt isn't covering her ass any more, it having been rolled up so high by her legs shifting. She pulls one hand off her crotch to feel, and she discovers she was right, her skirt has travelled well above the base of her ass, and is revealing her white panties under her grey stockings. Anna, not one to walk around bearing so much, tries to pull the skirt down. The force used to move her skirt down, little as it is, distracts her body's attempts to halt her bladder, and Anna launches a jet of piss into her tights, with a silence-shattering hiss. Anna yelps slightly, thrusting her hands back into her crotch and halting the burst. She stands still for a moment, not quite believing that she was about to wet herself for the first time since school. The subtle smell of hot, fresh pee wafts up toward Anna, and she begins to move again. She wouldn't, she couldn't wet herself. She'd not pee'd herself once since that one time in school, even after she'd had a few drinks or long car journeys. She remembers the time in school... A class presentation, standard stuff. Each student talks about a topic they were told to study over the weekend at the front of the class. Some kids made posters, some kids made themselves look silly. Anna was so excited for her presentation. The class had been studying biology, and Anna had done her presentation on the bladder and kidneys. However, as the class went on, and students did their presentations and Anna waited, she felt her own bladder filling. She felt nothing of it at the time, why, she was a teenager now. Teenagers don't wet themselves in school, she had told herself. Finally her turn to present came up, and Anna walked to the front of the class, careful not to drop her presentation. Her presentation was quite good, she had to admit - she had put a lot of effort into researching the topic and making her poster look pretty. She was almost done... 'and when the bladder gets full' she explained, shuffling foot to foot, her dark-blue skirt pressed in between her legs, 'wh-when the bladder gets full you go to the toilet, but if you don't go, go in time then...then.......' she trailed off. 'Then what, Annie?' her teacher asked. Anna answered the question, but she didn't open her mouth. Her young bladder gave way, and a golden stream spilt down her legs, staining her white socks and pooling around her feet and in her shoes. The class was silent, save the gentle splatter of her pee hitting the floor. A solid minute, the longest minute of Anna's life, as she stared at her entire class, and they stared back, confused but amused. As the stream came to an end, the class began to chuckle, and Annie, not quite knowing what to do, tried to play it off like a joke, as if she'd planned it all along. The bell rang, and the class was dismissed, except Anna, who was kept in detention for an hour and was made to clean it up. No matter what she said, her teacher wouldn't believe it was an accident. Still, in hindsight it was better that way, everyone thought Anna was a lot funnier and braver after that, and she didn't have to live down having an accident for the whole year. Distracted by this memory, Anna didn't notice the fact she'd hobbled over to the staff toilets until she looked up and saw the worst thing she could have seen - OUT OF ORDER, printed in red on a white plastic sign. Anna tries the door anyway, to no avail - locked by the janitors. Anna groaned loudly, annoyed that the toilets hadn't been fixed yet, and annoyed at Dan who thought it was funny to put firecrackers in all the office toilets. Anna doesn't have a lot of time to be annoyed though, she'll barely have time to reach the elevator as this rate. She begins the long hobble to the great steel doors that will lead her to the promised, err, toilet. *pad...pad...pad...pad...pad....* The only sound in the office was Anna's slow and laboured footsteps, and as such they seemed to thunder through the office. Anna could barely look up any more, navigating the office solely memory. Anna squeezes her eyes shut, as if her eyes could offer any help with her bladder situation. They don't, and the opposite happens as Anna walks straight into her chair. Collapsing on top of her grey swivel chair, Anna has barely seconds to figure out what has happened before the sound hits her - a harsh but muffled hiss as her bladder takes the confusion as an opportunity to contract and force out a jet of pee. Anna, on all fours at the time, can only send in one hand to quell this bladder rebellion, using all her energy now to hold it back. Within a second or two the stream ends, but it feels like a week to Anna. Having been ass up on all fours, the escaped pee had only one way to go, and that was up, relevant to Anna. Anna felt the hot liquid as it soaked into the waist of her skirt, and the bottom of her blouse, dyeing it a pale yellow. The stain, luckily for Anna, was held under her skirt, but her skirt was still damp itself, with a dark streak being the tale-tale sign of an accident. Using the wall for support, Anna climbed back to her feet. 'I..can still....make it....'. Not even Anna believed this time. Deciding not to close her eyes again, Anna drags one leg after the other in the direction of the elevator, both hands clamped once again into her crotch. It's been taking all of her energy just to not pee....what if it gets worse? and her best is not enough? Well what if is what begins to happen, as Anna's body begins to take control of her bladder. Anna reaches the lift, and punches in the button for 'ground'. She leans against the wall as she hears the elevator grind into life. Not far now. Anna knows she's so close, but her body doesn't, and Anna finally reaches her breaking point. For anyone who hasn't held it until they can't hold anymore, allow me to describe it to you. The first thing you, or in this case Anna, feels, is a slight heat coming from your bladder. This is the last warning you get, the red alert, and you have mere seconds to brace yourself. If you're into holding until you burst, this feels like victory - You held up against your bladder's screams to be released, and now you physically cannot hold it any longer - it's time to relax and let it cascade out, through your jeans, your skirt, whatever you might be wearing until you're stood in a golden puddle and surrounded by clouds of steam, feeling absolutely great. If you aren't however, and you just really need to go, this is your body's way of saying 'better luck next time', as it takes over control. As Anna leans against the wall, she feels this slight heat. Next, your body begins to contract your muscles, including the bladder and bowels. Usually only the former actually releases however, though sometimes they both go. Her legs tighten, her fingers ball into fists against her thighs, and her toes dig into the carpet. The contracting stops for half a second, to breathe in, and then SQUEEZE, as the bladder forces a jet out. And Anna's bladder squeezes hard, and a hot gold jet ploughs through her thin cotton panties and into her grey tights, staining the inside of her right leg. And then, the body gives back control for a minute. Anna, having forced a jet out, breathes heavily, tears forming in her eyes from the sheer relief she got from such a spurt. The elevator doors open, but Anna doesn't even notice, as she pants against the wall. She turns to rest on her left arm, facing into the elevator, now noticing it's arrival. She drags one leg forward, then the other...then the door closes. 'Going down' Someone else was in. Anna had no idea. And now Anna was trapped until the elevator came back. Anna's bladder wasn't going to take this, and it forces itself to clench again. This time the jet is longer, lasting a whole second, so powerful it ignores Anna's panties and tights, splattering against the floor. Anna gingerly places her hand onto her crotch, a last act of defence against the inevitable pulse that will result in Anna draining her bladder down her legs and onto the floor. 'Not long now', her bladder reminds her. 'A few more waves and then it's all going out' It doesn't take long for the next wave to hit, but it hits like a truck - powerful and sudden. With no warning Anna's body clenches everything it can, and a fierce spurt of hot piss is launched into Anna's thighs. This wave, not one like before, but two consecutive waves, sees two spurts, lasting two seconds each until they end. Anna stands, hands in crotch, dumbfounded at the power coming from her bladder Anna looks down, seeing her grey tights streaked black on the insides. 'That was your last warning' Her bladder seems to say. 'Get ready, or get wet' And the last wave hits. Anna bends over double, her entire torso aching as everything pushes in her. Hot piss cascades out of her and into her tights, which barely hold back the steaming fluid as it pounds against the fabric. Even while this wave pushes, a second begins, and her torso clenches even tighter, the shrill hiss from Anna's crotch dominates the silent office No more energy left to resist, Anna gives in. Her muscles release her, and she stands upright, tilting her head back and letting her eyes roll back, breathing a sigh of relief like no other. The violent hiss slows down to an agreeable trickle, though still clearly audible. The forceful jet slows down to a steady, firm river, as hot piss soaks into her panties, spreading up as high as the waistline of her ass. Cascading pee splatters against her thighs and the inner fabric of her tights, it travels down and pools at her feet. Anna embraces the raw pleasure she's getting, as the heat spreads around the entirety of her legs. She wriggles her toes, grinning inanely as she hears the squishing they make against the piss-logged carpet. For that moment, there is nothing but Anna and her burst bladder. The gentle hiss and pattering of pee into the carpet are the only sound in the air, and slowly they decline, until only drips fall from he sodden tights, now entirely black with grey patches at the top. Anna sighs deeply, having never felt so good all her life. She breathes in the warm scent of her own pee and smiles Reality slowly returns to Anna, sat on the floor, surrounded by dark wet carpet and fragrant steam. This is where she works. She has to tidy up. At least there's no CCTV in these offices. Anna climbs to her feet, shuddering slightly with relief and arousal. With nothing to stop her, Anna falls back onto the carpet and rubs herself until she climaxes, reaching an intense orgasm. Breathing deeply for the next minute while sat in place, Anna plans her cleaning operation. First, Anna takes off her tights and panties, stuffing them into a plastic bag. She examines her skirt, which is damp at the front, but it could pass off as a spilt drink. No strong smell of pee coming from any of her clothes. She takes her tights and panties into the kitchen and runs them under the tap, then wrings them out and puts them back in the bag. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks barefoot downstairs into the janitor's office two floors down, enjoying the breeze against her bare feet, legs and ass. Her skirt reaches halfway down her thighs, so she doesn't worry about anyone noticing anything. She brings up a mop and a cleaning bucket with soapy water. Having started wetting at 3.30, Anna manages to have completely tidied any evidence of her actions by 4pm. Anna is almost disappointed that no one will ever know about what she got up to, or how great it felt. Packing her wet tights and panties into her bag, Anna puts her shoes back on and leaves the office, commando under her skirt. 'What a day...'
  5. 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
  6. The Continence Mandate: Court of Urinary Affairs Prologue: Caught The uniformed man glanced down on the tablet computer strapped to his arm, then back at piece of plastic he was holding. He frowned. Then he shone the beam of his flashlight onto the pair of skinny legs Alexa was currently trying to knot into a pretzel. “Ma'am, for the last time, you are in a public place. For the love of god, at least try not to violate all behavioral regulations in front of me at the same time.” She immediately snapped out of it, unknotted her thighs and almost managed to stand up straight. Almost. She could neither stop her feet from tapping, her knees from bouncing against each other, not her face from showing her utter desperation. “Please Officer, it's not easy, you must understand that I...” “Miss Tsirpidis, the only thing I must understand is the law, and the fact that you are violating it. This Bathroom Pass is void.” He waved around the card in front of her face. “But, that must be a mistake, I mean, I...”, she stuttered. “Do you know why it is void? Because the Urination Permit it refers to was revoked today. Apparently because you failed to qualify for even a Class III. A mistake indeed. Kids like you make me sick. You're a self-centered brat with utter disrespect for the law, and for common decency!” Alexa's eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, great. You're almost 20 years old. Stop crying and... uncross your legs, I said! You now what, never mind. You are under arrest for a violation of section P of the Public Order Act.” The Holding Cell The Court of Urinary Affairs was a long narrow structure, constructed from red brick at some time in the late 19th century. From the outside it looked like any other administrative building. When the patrol car pulled into the parking lot, the officer had warned Alexa for the third time to keep her knees apart, lest he was forced to put her into a spreader bar. There was no other traffic at the moment, so he pulled in directly in front of the main entrance, exited the vehicle, and somewhat roughly pulled her from the back seat. Alexa even managed to walk upright, almost proper. A tall black woman in the gray uniform of a bailiff awaited the unequal couple between the security doors. “Evening James. What do we have here?” “Evening Martha. Another fruit for you. Half a dozen of infringements, starting with loss of composure and getting worse from there. Tsirpidis, Alexa. The file should be transferred by now.” The woman looked down at her terminal. “Ah yes... there we go. Judge Wegsteiger has the night shift and can see her right away. Okay James, wanna grab a coffee before you get back on the road?” “Nah, thanks, I've got to get back to work. The chief has it in for me anyway. See you.” He patted Alexa on the butt to bid her farewell. “Suit yourself. You know where to find the break room when you wanna stop by and... young lady, will you stop fidgeting!” Alexa almost started to cry again. “Please, ma'am, I must... I mean, I have to...” “Piss! Just say it. You won't! Oh dear Lord, bratty girls and their unruly bullshit. Try to behave like a woman, for once. Look at this, feel it!” She grabbed Alexa's still cuffed hands and guided them to her waistband, where a round, rock-hard balloon was bulging over her tight pistol belt. Alexa's eyes got wide. Totally absorbed in her own predicament, she had failed to notice the massive bulge the other woman was carrying. “I have a Class I Permit. I am allowed to void before and after my shift. Guess what, I don't. Because I'm not some sort of antisocial scum like you. I arrive with a night's worth of urine inside me, and while my colleagues go for a quick piss, I change, brew some coffee and get to work. And eight hours later, when all the weaklings pile into the bathroom to finally feel comfortable again, I'm having a nice relaxing shower. After that I take all my liquid back home with me, like a responsible citizen should. Let me guess: You expected lenience from me because I'm a woman? That's not going to happen.” The console beeped. “Oh, it seems the court will see you know.” The hall was short and covered entirely in white tiles. It opened into the courtroom, which, despite of all the wood furnishings and the flag on the wall, looked nothing like those on TV. Martha let Alexa into the defendant's stand and fixed her handcuffs to a short length of chain. Then she took a step back, leaving the desperate girl standing there. There was no “all rise”, no one announced the honorable so-and-so. Judge Wegsteiger was already seated behind the bench, looking up from the file he had been studying, mustering Alexa. “Please give me your full name and citizen's ID number for the record.” “A... Alexa Tsirpidis, F-98-12-54-79-B, your honor. Sir, may I...” “You may not. Stand up straight and stop fidgeting. Prosecutor, please.” The small man to the judge's right read from his tablet. “The defendant is charged with attempted illegal voiding in violation of the... your honor, is the defendant crossing her legs?” “Miss Tsirpidis,” the judge growled. “This is a courtroom. And it is the second violation of the behavioral regulations within the single minute you have stood before this court. There will not be a third.” “I'm sorry your honor. I... I demand an attorney.” Wegsteiger shook his head. “You watch too much TV. This is a proceeding of urinary matters, not of criminal justice. Formal restrictions don't apply. Your request for legal counsel is denied. Prosecutor, proceed.” “I will proceed when the defendant refrains from pressing her thighs together.” The judge hit the bench with the flat of his hand. The sudden noise almost scared the piss out of Alexa. “This does it! Disciplinary action will be taken against the defendant. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff, take her to the Holding Cell for the night!” Alexa sobbed silently as the uniformed woman dragged her away. The Holding Cell was the penultimate measure in urinary discipline, only flat-out unlimited retention could be considered worse. Martha and another female bailiff had dragged Alexa into the processing room where, under much pee-dancing and fidgeting, she was forced to strip out of her own clothing and squeeze into a prison jumpsuit at least two sizes too small. The cell itself was right through a big, soundproof door to the right. The small room was remarkably cold, the blank metal of the bench even more so. “The court has send detailed orders regarding the disciplinary action to be taken against you.” Martha proclaimed. “You are getting the full program. Forfeiture, a disciplinary liter, and the bench.” “Please!,” Alexa protested, “I cannot take a full liter. And not without...” “Oh yes you can.” interrupted the unknown bailiff. She handed her a full-sized ration bottle. “Drink up!” Still sobbing, Alexa began to take sips from the bottle, turning them into big swigs after the tall guard started to look annoyed. The bottle was empty within a minute. “See, that wasn't so difficult. Get on the bench!” Alexa sniffed and lay down on the bench, her back flat against the cold steel, her legs up at a right angle, resting in the stirrups. The bailiffs were professionals. It took them less than a minute to have Alexa securely strapped in. Her hands to the side of her head, her feet fixed in the stirrups, her knees a foot apart, the moisture sensor snug between her legs, the pressure strap tight across her bladder. The last thing they did was shove the drinking tube into the corner of her mouth and securing it with medical tape. “There you go, honey. See you at breakfast time. And if you leak a single drop, may god have mercy on your soul. Good night.” The door slammed shut, and Alexa found herself alone in a cold, dark room, with only the faint glow of the little red LED on the security camera for company. The entire universe seemed to shrink, contract into a liquid-filled space, her bladder, an homogenous cosmos of urine, with the only discernable feature being a sharp, bright point of pain that was her quivering, overworked sphincter, desperately fighting the pressure, holding back liters and liters of boiling hot piss. Minutes drew into hours, hours into days, as the position of her legs increased the blood flow in her kidneys. It was going to be a long night. The Court of Urinary Affairs Alexa must have drifted into an uneasy sleep at some point anyway, because she was awakened suddenly by blinding light. She found herself disoriented for a few seconds, before the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen made it obvious where she was. In a twinge of panic, she tried to focus on the feeling of the skin around her private parts and upper thighs. Was there any hint of wetness? No, she was dry. Miserable and in a dire situation, yes, but dry nonetheless. A certain amount of pride mixed into her fear. Her eyes had adjusted to the brightness. Into her view came a tight pistol belt, slung around a wide pair of hips, squeezing a bulging bladder within an inch of its live. That bitch Martha, evidently. “Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's almost 8. We've got a change of plans. The court wants to see you now, before breakfast.” “You are still on duty? Just how long are your shifts here?” “I'm covering for a colleague. Nicole got the flu, I've taken her shift.” The uniformed woman ran her hands over the crotch area of Alexa's overall, nodded, then reached to remove the tube and unlock the restraints. “Haven't let out a drop, I see. Which means I've just lost 20 Credits. I could have sworn you wouldn't make it. Now get up!” Alexa clenched all her muscles in her lower body and slowly got out of the horrible construction, staggering to her legs. She found it do be easier than anticipated. In fact after the forced position of the bench, she almost felt relief. Her bladder didn't seem to feel that much worse than it did the night before. Clearly, it should have, with well over a liter of additional fluid in her system, and her kidneys pumping along for eight more hours. Maybe there was a saturation point, a limit after which you just cannot feel more desperate, despite the situation being objectively worse. The feeling of relief didn't last long. When the bailiff grabbed the detainee by the upper arm and let her out of the door, every step caused her urethral opening to sting intensely. Every time her heels hit the ground, it felt like punch in the belly. Yet, she managed to somewhat follow along on wobbly legs, like a giraffe on a unicycle. The walked more than she was dragged, which she counted as a win. On their way to the courtroom, Martha stopped at a counter under a sign that read “Processing and Storage”. A short gray-haired woman peeled her eyes from her monitor and looked inquiringly at the squirming girl in front of her. “Name?” “Alexa Tsirpidis, Ma'am.” “Ah yes, you're the one from yesterday evening. I've got your stuff right here. You'll have to sign it over to us for storage. Let's see... form 234... here we go. ” Personal Property: - 1 softshell jacket, black - 1 tank top, white - 1 pair of jeans, black - 1 leather belt, black - 1 pair of sneakers, black - 1 leather wallet, containing + 1 international driver's license, number on file + 1 credit card, VISA, number on file + 1 debit card, Centerville Credit Union, number on file + 1 student ID card, Centerville University, number on file + 1 bathroom pass, void, number on file (submitted as evidence in pending trial) + Cr 35 in banknotes + Cr 0.55 in coins - 1 smartphone, Samsung, incl. battery, SIM and memory cards, IMEI and SIM number on file - 1 wristwatch, mechanical - 1 key ring, holding 2 keys, 1 small flashlight, 1 small Swiss army knife - 1 cigarette lighter - 1 ballpoint pen "Ummm...." she glanced into the empty bag. "They seem to have misplaced your underwear at check-in." "No, they didn't. I never wear any," Alexa admitted sheepishly. The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Good for you. That will make it easier to adjust to the prison uniform." “You talk as if I've already been found guilty. What is this, some kind of Kangaroo Court?” As soon as she had uttered them, Alexa regretted these words. The bailiffs grip tightened around her arm. “Listen there, sweetheart. I'd be very careful with words like these around the honorable Anna Espinoza, who, I can assure you, is a perfectly human woman, not a marsupial. She's the one to decide your fate, so maybe you should try to control your tongue. Unless you enjoy being filled up beyond the bursting point. In that case, keep talking! Just a little tip from my side, I've worked with some of these judges for over a decade.” “This judge Espinoza...” - “The honorable Espinoza!” - “Fine, the honorable Espinoza, is she known to be, you know, tough?” - “Very tough but mostly fair. Form your own opinion, you'll get to meet her in about half a minute.” Every step on the walk down the hallway proofed to be somewhat less painful than the one before. Alexa wondered if a bloated bladder could adjust to the pressure, if muscles could get used to being tensed to their absolute maximum, or if her lower section was just getting numb. It indeed took less than thirty seconds for Alexa to find herself in the same wooden stand, handcuffed to the same length of chain as the night before. Two things had changed, though. The judge behind the bench was a tiny Hispanic woman with a stern look on her face, and Alexa's posture was a lot more controlled, aided by her newly found pride, and the fact that her bladder seemed to have stabilized. She was standing almost upright, her back only arched forward slightly, her thighs kept a few centimeters apart and only lightly trembling. Judge Espinoza looked her over, then started right into the proceeding, without losing any time on an introduction or formalities. It again showed that the court was a relatively young institution, without the burden of a century old legal tradition. “The Court of Urinary Affairs is in Session. The Government v. Tsirpidis, second hearing after an aborted attempt. Are you Alexa Tsirpidis, citizien's ID number F-98-12-54-79-B?” - “Yes, I am.” “Very well. Prosecutor, the charges please.” Alexa couldn't tell if the little man that read the charges what the same she encountered the night before. Probably. How many small, bald prosecutors could one court have? “The defendant is charged with: attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior under section P of the Public Order Act, contempt of court through disruptive and highly inappropriate behavior, obstruction of justice through behavior that warranted disciplinary action and thus delayed court proceedings.” The judge nodded. “I see. Evidence to support the governments claims has been submitted and will be shown later. How does the defendant plead?” “Not guilty, on account of extraordinary circumstances, ma'am.” “Is that so? We will see about that. Prosecutor?” “The facts of the case are the following: Yesterday, on the 3rd of April, at 21:52, Centerville Police Department dispatch was alerted via phone to an overt display of public indecency aboard Bus 4 of Line 17 between University East and Central Station. Multiple passengers reported a female of continent age, described as 'tall, slender, dark-haired, Caucasian or Hispanic, around 20 years old', openly showing signs of urinary distress and using inappropriate means to control her need. When officers boarded the vehicle at General Hospital bus stop, the suspect had already left. The following video file was taken by the bus security camera and has been retrieved from the NorthEast Public Transport Board under the Public Order Act. It has been submitted as evidence piece number one.” The large screen on the wall lit up, showing the crystal clear image of a modern 3D surveillance camera. Sitting on a bus seat, it showed what was clearly Alexa, identifiable by at least a dozen features, from shoes over body shape all the way to the black stud in her left earlobe. Screen Alexa was obviously in dire need of a bathroom. She bounced her legs, crossed her thighs, almost curled together into a ball. Then she straightened out again, her hands flew to her crotch, and her fingers very clearly dug into the area between her legs, searching for her urethral opening. People on the bus watched her predicament in awe, in disgust, and some of them, especially the men, with obvious sexual interest. The scene didn't last long. After just a minute or so, the nasty girl carefully got out of her seat, and one hand still firmly placed between her legs, left the bus at the next stop. Present Alexa envied past Alexa. The remembered how good it had felt. What she would give to be allowed to use her hands now. Dig a whole fist into the crease between her legs, let her fingers find her vibrating pee hole, press them on there with all her might. Relax her sphincter for the first time in aeons, let her thumb take the job of holding back the pulsating flood swelling in her lower abdomen. Seal it all in with her fingertips. Just for a minute or two. If only she could... “The two officers sent out to investigate the report, split up. Statements from witnesses were conflicting, due to the shock passengers on the bus had suffered from having to watch such a disgusting display. But it was clear that the suspect could only have exited at one of two stations, Howard Shopping Center, or the Catholic Cemetery. At 22:20, Officer James Strong finally apprehended a young woman who matched the description, on the shopping center parking lot. He first temporarily detained, then arrested her, after she completely failed to keep her composure in from of him. The facts that she squatted in the bushes, in the shadow of a parked truck, and that her belt buckle was open at the time, strongly suggest an illegal voiding attempt that was interrupted before relief could be achieved. The card readers of the nearby public female and male lavatories clearly show that an attempt was made to unlock the doors at 22:15 and 22:17, respectively, using the defendant's bathroom pass. The card reader log files as well as Officer Strong's statement have been admitted as evidence, pieces two, three and four. The defendant's expired bathroom pass has been admitted as piece 5. After her arrest, the defendant was brought in front of this very court, where she...” Judge Espinoza interrupted the prosecutor's stream of words. “That's enough. We don't need to hear what happened in this room yesterday evening. We all know. Disciplinary measures have been taken to adjust the defendant's attitude towards the court. That's all fine. Something else is bothering me. Does the defendant deny that the person on the video is indeed her?” “No, I don't deny that.” “Do you deny that you attempted to access the lavatory facilities outside of your schedule?” “No, I did that, too.” “And did you try to relieve yourself in the parking lot after that? “Yes.” “Than you will have to explain to me what these 'extraordinary circumstances' are, that you claim. Is there anything mitigating at all?” “Yes. At the time of the incident, I had not urinated for over sixteen hours. And my bathroom pass was invalid due to a clerical error.” 'It's over 24 hours now, and still not a drop!' - a voice in her head screamed. And admittedly, her pussy became a tiny bit moist at the thought. Her bladder pulsated with every heartbeat now. “A clerical error? You will have to be more specific than that. The Continence Board generally doesn't make any licensing mistakes.” “It wasn't the Continence Board, ma'am. It was the university. You see, it's final exams week. I left home at about 8:00. Yesterday had two two-hour exams. Inorganic chemistry at 10, and RF technology at 16:00. The time in between was too short to go home, so I just hung around after the first exam, until it was time for the second. I'm an engineering major and really need all the points I can get, so I took extra credit with both.” “How much extra credit would that be?” “A full liter for each, your honor. Unnecessary to say, when the RF technology exam came to a close, I was already quite full. When I handed in the exam, the professor accused me of cheating!” Espinoza narrowed her eyes. “Did you cheat?” “I didn't. I was accused of using an intraaural implant to receive hints on the test I was taking. That is a massive miss-interpretation! I was born almost deaf on my right ear, and I've had an inner-ear neurostimulator since I was two years old. It's on the official implant register and everything. Yes, it does have a communication interface, but that particular function was switched off during the test. The professor would have none of it. He told me all, sensory implants and cybernetic devices have to be registered with the university beforehand, specifically to avoid cheating. Since it was such a severe infraction of the study and examination regulations, he could only give me two options: Fail the test and retake the class next year, or have the test accepted and instead have the case examined by the university disciplinary committee, on the risk of facing more severe punishment for academic misconduct. I cannot afford tuition for two more semesters, so naturally I picked the second option. He opened a case against me with the committee right there, from his laptop. Of course, that also means that my Urination Permit was suspended immediately, to build up pressure and ensure I cooperate with the committee's investigation.” “So far that is standard procedure. The university is a semi-autonomous body and has the right to revoke a student's pee privilege to uphold discipline. What makes your case special?” “I'm getting there in just a moment. I immediately contested the professors claim, using the Student Campus app on my phone. But it somehow didn't register. I walked all the way from the natural science building over to administration. There I realized my mistake. Of course, the disciplinary committee is admin staff. They only work until six, a minute or two after my professor submitted the case. I was somewhat annoyed at this point, and somewhat bursting. I was still curious. Since I never had a suspended permit, I swiped my bathroom pass at the library bathroom, to see what would happen. Well, nothing really happened, it read “VOID – NO ENTRY. I didn't really think about the fact that it should have said SUSPENDED instead.” “Oh, I think I see where this is going. Please continue.” “I took the bus home, still in complete control. At my apartment I took a shower, threw on my PJs, and then I tried to empty my bladder. My toilet wouldn't take my card. The reader said PASS VOID – PERMIT EXPIRED. The realization took a moment to sink in. Apparently something somewhere went horribly wrong. Probably just a data entry error with dire consequences. My permit wasn't just suspended, it was revoked. I wasn't just locked out from university toilets, I was locked out from all toilets. I started to panic at this point, and had to slap myself in the face a few times to get my brain going again. I tried to get university admin on the phone. The committee, the dean, student services, IT, anyone. Of course, no luck. Then I called the Continence Board. I figured that as an actual government agency, they could overrule the university at any time. And besides, the uni does not have the right to revoke permits anyway, only suspend them. I only reached answering machines and mailboxes. So I put on some clothes, and me and my rapidly expanding bladder hopped on the bus again, to city hall, to speak to someone who can make a decision directly. An important authority like that has to have a 24/7 emergency service, right? Well, it doesn't. The Continence Board closes at six, and apparently doesn't open again until Monday morning. I knew it was impossible to hold it in all weekend. So in a last, desperate attempt to get access to a toilet, I went back to campus. I knew that particular professor likes to work in the lab late at night, when there a no students around to bother him. So I found him at his workbench, explained the situation to him, and asked, no, begged him to withdraw the case, and re-submit it on Monday. My hope was that maybe, whatever computer program mistakenly revoked my permit, would automatically reinstate it when the case was closed. I even made him touch my rock-hard bladder to demonstrate just how bad it was. He didn't show any mercy. Told me that was goes around comes around, all cheaters get what's coming to them, it was just punishment that I had to suffer, yadda-yadda. I swear, the dirty old fart got an erection when he realized what a piss-filled hot mess I was!” “Miss Tsirpidis. You are on trial here. This is not the place to slander a reputable member of society!” “My apologies. I withdraw the last comment. I don't know what stimulates old men sexually, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I was on the end of my tether. I decided to go home and pee anyhow, in a kitchen container if necessary. I know this would have been a violation, but at this point I figured I had no other choice. I got on the bus back to my place, and almost lost it. The results you saw on the video. I realized that I was not going to make it all the way home, so I got off the bus, being very careful not to start leaking. I tried the public bathrooms in the mall parking lot, but of course they wouldn't open, either. So I hobbled into the shadows, and prepared to finally release the ocean inside of me. That's when the police found me. You know the rest.” Espinoza slowly shock her head from side to side. “Quite a story. I'm going to take you for your word here. I believe you, especially since most of the events will be easy to check.” She studied her well-manicured fingernails for a few seconds. “I still cannot see any mitigating circumstances.” Alexa couldn't believe her ears. “What? But it was clearly an error! I should not have been stripped of my pee breaks!” “Yes, a clerical error indeed. I will have the Continence Board look into that. Maybe it's just an IT issue. Whatever the case may be, you still attempted to void without permission. You violated just about any provision of the Female Urination Act. In addition to that, there's your inappropriate behavior in public.” “I have the right to...” “No”, Espinoza interrupted. “Urination isn't a right, it's a privilege.” “Fine. I have been afforded the privilege of a Class II Urination Permit. Sixteen hours is longer than I can be reasonably expected to...” “Sixteen hours should hardly be a challenge for a healthy young lady. Your lack of self-control is a disgrace. Maybe you should have focused on reaching an acceptable level of continence, instead of partying. If you cannot last for such a short period of time, your physical fitness is not up to par.” “Well, I run. I go to both a Pilates and a yoga class. I do a lot of Kegels. My muscles down there are not weak, but there's only so much pressure they can bear.” “You say that like the fact that you cannot hold it in is a reason to let it out. You are using nature as an excuse for your own personal weakness.” “Everyone has to pee sooner or later! No one can hold it forever!” The Judge sighed. “Irrelevant. You are completely missing the point of the continence mandate as the foundation of our stable society. Reaching the physical limit is no excuse. A natural need does not constitute a right. The law is quite clear on that. Just because you have to urinate, doesn't mean you are allowed to.” Alexa pressed her lips together. Not only one pair of lips. “Good. Do you have anything else to say, or can we end this now? Nothing?” “In the name of Continence: The defendant is found guilty of attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior, under section P of the Public Order Act. The defendant is found not guilty of attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, as the loss of privileges has to be considered null and void. Charges of contempt of court and obstruction of justice are waived, as disciplinary action against the defendant has already been taken.” Espinoza cleared her throat. Alexa bent almost double, but the chain on her handcuffs stopped her fingers from reaching her crotch. So close, yet so far away. “The defendant's will be re-classified. Due to the severity of her crime, she will not -as usual for first-time offenders- be put into Urination Permit Class IV. Rather, she will be re-classified into Class V until further notice. To reflect the especially heinous nature of her act, her mandatory fluid intake shall be permanently increased in volume by ten percent. Aside from these purely administrative decisions, the defendant is sentenced to six months of re-conditioning in the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility, which shall begin with four days of retention. This sentence will be suspended. If the defendant can show that she is able to fulfill the conditions of a Class V Permit already, she will be released on probation. For that purpose, she must show that she is able to resist urination for a time period of 48 hours from the time of her last voiding at 8:00 on the 3rd of April, while maintaining the prescribed fluid intake and proper composure. If she can not demonstrate that ability, the sentence shall be carried out immediately. This concludes these proceedings. Bailiff!” Alexa groaned. Another full day! That was impossible! Or was it? After all, while she was absolutely miserable and felt like she couldn't last another second, that wasn't subjectively any worse than the night before. Maybe she could just play along and embrace it for another hour. And another. And yet one hour more. One step at a time. Until she was finally allowed to follow nature's call. Like a marathon runner approaches every single one of the 42 kilometers between start and finish. Her legs certainly felt like she had run a marathon or two... The bailiff detached her cuffs from the chain and grabbed her upper arm again. Once more, she was dragged down the hallway. 'I only know her as Martha.' Alexa realized. 'Would she tell me if I asked for her full name?' “You got of easy there, Missy!” Martha announced, while they walked (Alexa's walk was more of a stumble) past the holding cell and into the actual detention tract. “Espinoza is usually not so lenient. The terms of your probation are particularly lax. 48 hours, really? You might just make it. And please don't tell me it's impossible, I'm going on 50 already.” She rubbed her massive bulge with her free hand. This number didn't surprise Alexa at all. On Probation Alexa didn't find herself let to a detention cell. The room opened up into a small mess hall. A handful of women in prison clothing were sitting around the only two tables. A male guard watched over them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One could not fail to notice that all of the women were visible uncomfortable. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. She was directed towards one of the tables and sat down on the cold metal bench. In horror she noticed the art installation on the wall. A small artificial waterfall, burbling and splattering. What a sadistic feature! Purely intentional, no doubt! The table's only other occupant was a pale, red-headed woman in her thirties, seated directly opposite Alexa. She raised her eyes from her meal. “Hi, I'm Karen.” - “Alexa. I would say 'nice to meet you', but to be honest...” “Hey! You two on table one, finish your breakfast and have your little chat when you're back in the cell! No talking in the mess hall!” Alexa looked down on the arrangement prepared for her on a plastic tray. Two medium sized ration bottles of water, plus a little more in a cup. 'Increased in volume by ten percent', she thought grumpily. Then there war a standard carton of generic NuSo. She picked it up to read the label. 'Nutritional Solution, medium-caloric, slightly diuretic, multi-fruit, with banana and strawberry note'. She turned around. “Do I really have to...” - “Yes, all of it. Quit stalling and get done with your breakfast.” She poked the straw into her carton. Surprisingly enough, the cheap NuSo didn't taste half bad. It brought back memories of cafeteria food in public schools. The government label suggested it was the same stuff they fed to people on welfare and food stamps. The fruit flavors seemed decent enough. Of course, Alexa didn't know what real bananas or strawberries tasted like. When she was eight or nine, he had nibbled on a slice of bread her brother had left over after dinner. Like every little girl, she had been told a million times not to do that, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. That's just like kids are. As it was to be expected, she had gotten horribly sick within an hour, had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Great Aunt Ismene had told her that back in the day, she had quite enjoyed solid food. Alexa knew enough history to be aware that just two generations ago, women had eaten the same things men did. Biologically, that made sense, but she could just not imagine what it must have been like. Having to chew food, giving it that gross mushy texture you saw every time a male talked with his mouth full? Producing solid waste, just to have another bodily function to take care of (and a pretty disgusting one at that)? How weird. Not to speak of the obesity epidemic that was an almost entirely male problem. No, women were a lot better off than men these days, she was sure about that. “Young lady, it's good to see you enjoying your food, but get started on your drink now. Some of us have a job to do and places to be!” Alexa had hoped to be able to put off drinking more water for just a few minutes, but the guard was insistent. Like she needed any more fluid in her. Deciding that she might as well just get done with it, she threw back her head as if she was taking a shot and emptied the cup in one big gulp. Then she opened the bottles and started chugging. Only a minute later two other guards appeared, beginning to lead the women into their cells. Alexa was paired up with Karen. When she got up from the bench, Alexa had to clench her muscles with everything she had. Just how much longer could she keep this up? This time, no one grabbed and dragged her, and she managed to follow along stiffly. She felt the cold liquid sloshing around in her stomach and wondered where else in her body it would find a place to go. The cell tract was located just off the mess hall and pretty small. Four rather roomy double cells, each with a door made from iron bars. It looked a bit like in that one movie with the one guy from... whatchamacallhim... that movie with the thingything... prison. The one she saw at the Cinedrom with her sister last year. Her brain didn't seem to work properly anymore. After the cell door slammed shut behind them, Karen very carefully sat down on the right hand cot and proceeded to shove her whole hand between her legs. Alexa followed her example, and after her index finger had found her pee hole, she allowed her muscles to loosen up a tiny bit. The relief was almost too much to bear, orgasmic in nature, just like what she had felt on the bus the night before. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was controlling the Pacific, just millimeters behind the tiny opening, with something other than just her sphincter for a change. The excitement she felt now was definitely sexual, the wetness entirely unrelated to losing any pee. She considered masturbating carefully to take the edge off the hold. A technique well-tested over the years. But before she could start, another woman's voice made her presence known and brought her back to reality. “So, Alexa, right?” “Uh... I... I'm sorry. Yes, hi, that's my name, Karen.” Alexa opened her eyes and mustered the woman on the other bed. 'Pretty'. She thought. 'Isn't Karen an Irish name? The red hair would fit. An Irish lass with a bladder the size of a basketball. She's about to tear the jumpsuit apart. That bulge is incredible.' Alexa didn't dare to look down to compare it to her own distended organ. Karen hadn't missed Alexa checking her out. She smiled. “And, how do I look?” - “About eight months pregnant, I'd say.” Both chuckled a bit, as proper laughing was out of the question. “What are you in for?” - “I leaked on the job the other day. Just couldn't keep it in. Just a few drops, but with a repeat offender like me, who knows what they are going to do. The can't put me in any lower of a permit class, that's for sure. Just waiting for the court to tell me how fucked I am exactly. I guess we'll find out. What about you, kid?” “Loss of composure and I... uh, I tried to piss in a parking lot. Judge didn't like it.” - “What, you actively tried to piss? That's bad. They are sending you off for re-conditioning, am I right? Please tell me it's not at Watershed.” Alexa shrugged. “That's precisely where it is. You sound like you've got personal experience.” “The Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women, with attached Juvenile Retention Center. A marvelous institution. Been there two times. I do not want to go in for a third.” “How is it?” Karen puckered her lips. “I grew up an atheist and didn't use to believe in purgatory, or eternal punishment. Then I was introduced to hell on earth.” She shuddered. “That bad, huh?” “They are rather... efficient at getting their point across. Court started you out with retention as well?” “Four days.” “Figures. Make sure they don't 'forget' to count your transfer time towards the total. They always plug you up for transport. So unless you wanna be sealed shut for a day longer than necessary, insist they start the clock when they load you into the bus. Wish someone told me that before I went in for the first time.” “I don't plan on going there in the first place.” “Oh, they put you on probation? How long do you have left?” “A little under a day. 48 hours in total.” Karen's eyes glazed over as her freckled face took a dreamy look. “48 hours. Sometimes I fantasize about being allowed to pee that often. Every two days would be heaven! I can only imagine how relaxed you must feel. Really, I'm more than just a little envious.” Alexa had so many questions, but at this moment the cell door swung open and the male guard from the mess hall poked his head in. “Mrs. Townsend, the court will see you now.” Karen got on her feet and approached the hallway on stiff legs. “Here we go. Wish me luck.” - “I'll cross my fingers. If I can manage to take them away from my crotch. Bye.” Two female guards passed her cell. She could her the older of the two chattering away. “Oh my god, did you notice Cindy took a pee before starting her shift, like a little girl? That woman is a disgrace, I tell you. What has become of the service? Back when I started...” The voice slowly faded away. Alexa passed the time with careful self-stimulation. When she supported her index finger by pressing the ring finger on top, she could keep her urethral opening shut with just her right hand. It was tricky, but doable. That freed up the left to stimulate her clitoris through the rough fabric. She didn't dare open her jumpsuit to reach in, fully aware that being caught with the zipper down would lead to dire consequences. The metal housing of the moisture sensor kept pressing into her pubic mound, but it was bearable. In a way, having the material cover her most sensitive parts was a good thing. It kept her masturbation from becoming too intense. She knew that if the went too far and launched herself into an orgasm, she would probably start to squirt out urine uncontrollably. Funnily enough, edging was the appropriate tool to take the edge off her desperation. The masturbated at least daily, but this time it was different than the hundreds solo sessions she had have before. Usually her fantasies circled around burly firefighters with big hoses, rescuing her kitten. Or around burying her tongue between the legs of that cute little blonde in advanced calculus. She knew that girl had a boyfriend, but surely, everyone could use a little variety in their sex life. This time, it wasn't hoses with huge nozzles or blonde angels at all. It was Martha uttering the words 'you won't pee', it was her toilet, displaying 'access denied', a smiling judge Espinoza presenting her a giant jug of orange juice with the words 'your fitness is not up to par'. Her left hand sped up, pushing her dangerously close to the edge, then slowed down again, the tension seemed to build and build, but she knew she couldn't release it. Her thumb picked up the pace, a very peculiar balance, just a little bit faster, just a tiny bit more... “Ma'am, it's time for lunch.” Alexa shrieked in terror and sat bolt upright. A split second later she bent forward, now both hands desperately pushing and squeezing, as her urethra tried to turn into a pressure jet with the shock. She needed a moment to win back control. What little was left of it, anyway. Then she turned beet red. Her ears started to burn. The male guard was standing in the doorway looking at her with a bright smile. She hadn't heard the lock. Oh God, how much had he seen? “Officer, I... I mean, I hope we can keep that, you know...” - “Oh, don't you worry. We don't all take the rules for gospel here. I don't mind.” The big bulge in his pants clearly demonstrated that he didn't. “Now, young lady. Lunch.” Had she really been rubbing herself for 5 hours straight? Alexa walked out of the cell with her head held up high. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had decided that the would not let them bring her down. He had seen her masturbating. Masturbating, but not peeing. That was the important part. She still had her dignity and she was going to keep it. True, her face bore a very focused expression. Her thighs were stiff and her knees wobbly. Her pose was slightly hunched forward. But only slightly. Head up high, that was all that mattered. In the hallway they passed a pair of armed men in green uniforms, different from both those of the court bailiffs, and the detention area guards. “Who are those guys?” - “Wardens from Watershed. They accompany every prisoner transport with their own personnel. Probably off to the break room now, to drink all our coffee.” He pointed to the window. “If you look into the courtyard, you can see Piss Express.” Alexa didn't need an explanation of the term. It was a prison bus with barred windows. Very much like an old-fashioned school bus, in a very ugly yellow color, bearing the insignia of the Urinary Justice System. Now, she had absolutely no intention of seeing the inside of this vehicle. This whole unfortunate episode had started on a bus, she would not let it end on one. Just keep holding. Lunch consisted of lamb kebab NuSo. A flavor Alexa would have enjoyed, if she hadn't been pre-occupied with her bladder. Speaking of occupied, wouldn't it be nice to visit another place with an occupied sign? 'No, just put peeing out of your mind, silly girl!' The water ration worried her. She had expected two bottles, not three, but it was made perfectly clear that the water wasn't optional. She polished of her tray under the watchful eyes of the guards and presented the empty containers. She was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to be let back into the relative privacy of her cell to put her hands to use. All the other women were being taken away in pairs of two, and then it was her turn and... “Hey, you remain seated! Plant that tight little butt of yours back on the bench. Attagirl.” She had not seen this uniformed man before. Receding hairline, big mustache. Not the same guy who surprised her in the cell. A shift change, probably. “The terms of your probation are pretty clear. You are expected to keep proper composure. We usually let a lot slide here. But you are the bratty little thing who had to be disciplined even before the proceedings. We cannot trust you. You remain right there where you are until dinner, so we can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I will figure out how we are going to keep you under surveillance during the night. We might have to put you in the holding cell for that.” Alexa gulped. “I... I have no ill intentions.” “Really. Then what are you doing with your hands under the table? Put both hands on the tabletop, and keep your knees at least twenty centimeters apart! That's more like it.” Five hours tend to pass very slowly when you have nothing to do. They pass even slower when you've got nothing to keep your mind off a bursting bladder. Waiting for dinner was was living hell. The dripping sound from the waterfall was driving Alexa crazy. Despite the cold metal she was sitting on, she had started to sweat profusely, and the jumpsuit was sticking to her skin. The throbbing, the burning, the pain, all of it was back, and worse than ever before. Her entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but hard muscles and gallons of pee. Her kidneys had started to hurt. Just a light stinging sensation, not nearly as bad as what was going on below. A fire must have been burning in her stomach, because her piss was boiling. An entire ocean of nothing but effervescent liquid, trying to force it's way past her tired sphincter. Her urethra still wanted to become a fire hose. Pulsing, swelling, everything was tight, and tense, and clutched, and hot and pressurized, and still dry, but for how long? She was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and then came dinner and it was more NuSo, and more water, and her hands started acting on their own, and she felt like a robot, and she drank it all in a trance and... 'Mind over matter' is a wonderful concept. It enables perfectly normal human beings to do things that are commonly thought physically impossible. Incredible feats like running a marathon in under three hours, or climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. But there are some things even a cast iron will can not achieve. The first perception that made it through the clouds into Alexa's feverish mind was that both her hands were wedged in her crotch again. The second thing was a sharp hissing noise. Then, pulsing, another hiss. And a loud buzzing sound, an alarm that went off. “No.” She muttered. “No”. The feeling of moisture between her legs. Just a small leak. Another squirt, spraying through her fingers. And another one. And another one. The wet feeling spread down her thighs and manifested itself at her butt. Another, more forceful spurt. All the clenching, all the pressing in the world, all her hours of Kegel exercises, nothing helped. Another jet, no, not a jet, a trickle. Then a stream. A flood. A dyke burst. The great deluge. Biblical proportions. Louder. “No! No!” More, and more. Her boiling piss pushed its way out of her in an inch-thick stream. A fountain sprang from her lap. The urine soaked her jumpsuit, pooled on the bench, dripped onto the floor, formed a growing puddle. “Why? I tried, I tried, I swear! No, please dear god, no!” Now she was screaming on top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt herself being grabbed around the waist and roughly pulled from the bench. Her bottom hit the floor hard, her tailbone hurt, her arms were bend behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. All while it just kept going on and on, coming out in waves, spraying, pissing, dripping, crying, no end in sight. Epilogue After the urethral plug went in place, the warden jerked up the back zipper of Alexa's jumpsuit. The bright orange material was pulled tight against the tender flesh of her genitals. Next came the wide belt, fastened firmly around her narrow waist, snapping shut with a loud, satisfying clack. The locking buckle clicked four times. “Long-range transport protocol complete. Prisoner F/98/0012 ready for transfer.”
  7. By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke. 1: The Others 2: The House on Haunted Hill 3: Truth or Scare 4: The Descent 5: A Bump in the Night 6: Open Water ...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
  8. I love desperation and wetting videos with people in tight jeans or yoga pants way more than I do with shorts or skirts. Spandex capris ain't bad either. I was wondering do people prefer pants videos or ones with legs exposed? Just a matter of what keeps your attention span high during an omo clip.
  9. I originally posted this story under "My first attempt at fiction", but being unable to change the title and having expanded to four chapters I can hardly call it my first attempt any longer. So from now on I will continue posting new chapters in this thread. CHAPTER 1 An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water. Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away. Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned. As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia. Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down. After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet. Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder. Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before. As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either. A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight. “Ok, last picture” “Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself. Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia. “Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets. “Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?” “Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms” “Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour. Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder. She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes. Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room. The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini. “Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself. Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish. She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today. “Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room. “Ok”, is John’s simple reply. As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot. Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in. Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough. John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?” “Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” “No”, Barbara says a little annoyed. “Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it” “Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks. But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already. Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off. Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek. “Just a little longer”, she says to herself. Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it. Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet. “No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow. She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another. Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her. This one, though cannot be stopped as small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants. A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud. She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does. An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again. “How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks. However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later. She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt. “Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her. But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her. She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed. But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again. After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do. CHAPTER 2 These were the first two times twenty year old Barbara had wet since she was a young girl and she was extremely embarrassed by it. But the warm wetness also gave her a slight sense of pleasure. Two weeks after the events she’s scheduled a beach day with her best friend Nina. After waking up she takes a shower, pees in it and puts her white bikini on. She finds a nice summer dress with some flowers on it and puts it on over her bikini. The doorbell rings, it’s Nina. Nina is wearing a black bikini which can be seen through her translucent white dress. Barbara walks out with a cooler full of beer and water and the girls start walking to the beach since it’s only fifteen minutes from Barbara’s house. When they arrive they are delighted by the fact that the beach is quiet, only ten or so other people are there. They put their towels down about ten meters from the high-tide line and start drinking water as it’s a hot day. Two hours and two bottles of water and a can of beer each later they decide it’s time for a swim. “Just a sec Nina, I need to use the toilet first”, Barbara says. “Why? Just go through your bikini in the water. I do it all the time.” Barbara hesitates for a second and asks: “really?” “Yeah, really”, comes Nina’s reply. “I even pee on the sand. I don’t care”. Without a warning Nina stands up, spreads her legs a bit and starts peeing. “Nina, what the fuck, people can see you”. “So what, everyone pees at the beach. Just go ahead and do it yourself, too” Barbara walks off to the water and goes in waste deep. She tries to pee, but never having peed in the ocean before it takes some effort to get started. “Just relax and let it flow”, Nina says with a smile on her face. Finally Barbara starts peeing, “Wow, that feels good”. Half an hour later they exit the water and continue drinking their beers. Six beers each and two hours later they’re ready to go home for lunch and because the heat is getting unbearable. “First I need a pee”, Barbara says motioning towards the water. “Just do it here, like me”, Nina says pointing towards her crotch. The sand around it getting darker. “I don’t know…” “Just go, nobody cares” “Well, okay then”, Barbara pushes a little and her pee starts flowing onto the sand. “It tickles my pussy”. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I love peeing my bikini”, Nina smiles. When the girls finish their pee, they head back to Barbara’s home. CHAPTER 3 The two girls arrived at Barbara’s place and decided to heat up some leftovers for lunch. As they sat down to eat Barbara couldn’t keep her mind off what Nina had said at the beach. “So you actually like peeing your bikini?” Nina just smiled and nodded. “But how did you find out? I mean… when did you learn that… you know… you like the feeling?” “By accident really”. “Do tell”, Barbara said. She wondered how she never knew this, especially since she had told Nina all about her accidents two weeks ago. “It was before I met you, I was fifteen or so. On holiday with my parents and sister in southern France. We had rented a villa adjacent to a small, private beach. It was around 40 degrees, so really hot. So me and my sister were laying at the beach drinking tons of water. My parents were out visiting a small town or something, so it was just me and my sis. At some point I had fallen asleep and when I woke up I seriously had to pee”. “So you just went in your bikini right there and then?” Barbara interrupted her. “No, as I said, it was by accident. Let me finish first.” “Well, go on then”. “So I walked back to the villa to use the bathroom, but I found my parents had closed the sliding door at the back and locked it for some reason. So instead I walked around to the front door. But it couldn’t be opened without a key, so there I stood locked out. I guessed my parents wouldn’t be back for at least another couple of hours so I headed back to the beach. My sister had just woken up and asked my what’s up. So I explained my predicament and she said “Fuck I need a pee too”.” Barbara looked at Nina with more and more interest as the she continued telling her story. “To pass the time I decided to have a swim, but then it happened as soon as my feet hit the water I felt a wave of desperation come over me. The my pee just started pouring out and I couldn’t stop it. My sister noticed and started laughing, I felt so embarrassed. But at the same time it felt good in my pussy. So the next day when I needed to pee I just went in my bikini while swimming and it felt so good again. Now I pee my bikini every time I need to pee when at the beach.” Barbara laughed, “Yeah it does feel good. I think I’ll just pee my bikini whenever I need to pee from now on, too”. “Haha, good girl”, Nina said bursting into laughter. “But how about your sis? Did she make it to the bathroom?” “Well, since I was only fifteen I felt insecure about my body and wore a bikini even though no stranger could ever see us at that beach. But my sister was eighteen at the time and she felt comfortable sunbathing in the nude.” “That still doesn’t answer my question”, Barbara interrupted her. “Just let me finish”, Nina said laughing. “She held it for another hour or so. But then she started complaining that it hurt. Then out of nowhere while lying on the sand she said fuck it and started peeing right there and then not having to worry about her bikini getting wet. She finished with a sigh of relieve and smiled at me. We burst into laughter and that’s it really”. “Wow that was surprising. Anyway, wanna watch a movie and stay the night? It’s summer holiday anyway so we don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow,” Barbara asked. “Sure”, was Nina’s simple reply as the two girls started clearing the table. CHAPTER 4 About half an hour later the girls had finished up the dishes and had set themselves up to watch “Bridesmaids”. They had a big bag of popcorn and a bottle of wine ready. An hour into the two hour and fifteen minute movie Barbara feels a familiar twinge in her bladder, but too focussed on the movie she ignores it. But the alcohol is helping her fill up quite rapidly and fifteen minutes later she can’t help but start fidgeting slightly. “Need to pee again?”, Nina asks noticing Barbara. “Yup”. “Well you’re not alone, the wine isn’t helping”. They both smile and continue watching the movie. During the next half hour both girls increase their fidgeting and eventually Barbara moves one hand towards her private area. “You know we can pause so you can use the bathroom”, Nina says smiling. “Nah, just half an hour or so left. I can wait. I don’t like to pause movies”, Barbara says taking another sip of her wine. “Whatever”, Nina says slightly annoyed. She secretly hoped Barbara would pause so they could both go and pee as Nina herself feels the need to grab herself slightly. “I can see you’re pretty desperate yourself”, Barbara says motioning towards Nina’s crotch. Pretending not to hear her, Nina returns her view to the TV. Twenty minutes of desperation later Barbara suddenly gasps and moves her second to her crotch as well. “You lost some?”, Nina asks. “Nearly”. “The movie’s almost over though”. “Thank god, I don’t wanna have an accident again”. A good five minutes later the credits start rolling and both girls get up immediately. Both have both their hands firmly gripped on their crotches. “You only have one toilet, and since I’m the guest I can go first”, is the first thing Nina says. “No. I’m way to desperate, hearing you relieving yourself will be too much to handle.” “I’ll have to race you to the toilet than”. What ensues most be the slowest race in history as both girls have both hands to their pussies and their legs tightly crossed. Nina however started closer to the bathroom door and thus reaches it first. She removes one hand to open the door but instantly loses a spurt when she touches the handle. “Fuck. Not now, just a couple more steps”, she thinks to herself. But even the couple more steps prove to be too much and she starts leaking just in front of the toilet. She quickly hikes her dress and sits down, not bothering to lower her bikini bottoms. She pees for nearly a minute until the stream subsides. Meanwhile, being a few steps behind Nina, Barbara is losing a spurt with every step she takes. The sound of Nina’s pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl makes her spurts turn into a steady trickle. She sees no other option than to quickly hop over into the shower. Her dress is already wet from the leaks while both her hands pushed it up against her pussy. She doesn’t even bother hiking it up anymore and releases a torrent of piss through her bikini bottoms and dress right there in the shower. When the two girls finish peeing, they examine the wetness on their clothes. Both their bikini bottoms are absolutely drenched and so is the lower part of Barbara’s dress. Nina’s dress also shows some signs of wetness from when she lost control before she could hike it up. “I need a shower”, is Barbara’s conclusion. “Me too.” Since Barbara’s shower is quite large and the girls had seen each other naked countless times before, Barbara offered to share. Nina didn’t hesitate to accept. They stripped down and stepped into the shower. “You know, despite it being a bit embarrassing, it did feel good to my pussy”, Barbara smiles. “Same here”. They both burst into laughter. After showering Barbara puts their pissy bikinis and dresses in the washing machine: “wanna borrow some clothes? Or walk around naked?” Nina didn’t have to think twice: ”Naked it is, but you have to do so too”. “Sure”, Barbara said laughing. TO BE CONTINUED
  10. I know I have another interactive going, but I thought I'd start a new one in a different style: shorter entries, shorter time between entries. It's going to be primarily public desperation, whether or not she wets or enjoys Omorashi is up to you! No messing or diapers though, sorry. The main character is female, but I also enjoy male so there may be some male desperation. I'll also be sure to include actual cameos from HP, but Slytherin and Gryffindor might have more if that helps with your decision. If you want her to be in your house, though, go for it! There will still be plenty of cameos, duh. Anyway! Time to make a character! Everything here is optional, I'll fill in gaps if I have to . Name House General Appearance Likes/Dislikes Sexuality Year (not year 7, because the trio is not at Hogwarts) Feel free to add anything else, too.
  11. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  12. Hey i was wondering if anyone had the lovewetting video "out of gas" with licky lex. Ive attached a screenshot
  13. There are many narrative voices a writer can use to create a story, and finding the right point of view for each individual piece of fiction can be vital. Many stories are told in a third person, a first person, or even a second person point of view - well, I tried to do it a little different this time, and I hope I got away with my idea. The next story is about a girl named Ella, told from a panties point of view; Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and public wetting. - - MY STORY - OR HOW I ENDED UP IN THE WASHING MACHINE - - The day had started like any other; there I was, comfortably lying in the center of Ella's underwear drawer with my fellow panties, right in between the summer socks and the push-up bra's. A few minutes ago, the sound of running water in the shower had awoken me, and I wondered how late it was; probably somewhere in the afternoon, because small bright rays of sunlight were shining through the cracks in the drawer front. Not that it truly surprised me; in the last couple of days, I had noticed that Ella had entirely skipped her usual routine of picking up a pair of fresh panties in the morning - maybe she was enjoying a summer break from school - just a guess. Anyway, we had yet to see her that day, but I knew that that was about to change, as I heard someone pushing the shower curtain aside. A few moments later, my assumptions were confirmed as I admired Ella opening the drawer, butt naked, wearing nothing but a towel that was draped around her long wavy chestnut hair. If you had been there, I'm sure that you would have agreed that the view was breathtaking; as the head of the school volleyball team, Ella had a stunning body. Ella's legs were smooth as butter, looking more fragile as they were in reality - only her muscular thighs revealed that she was quite the athletic type. Her buttocks were soft, firm and round, and from behind, you could see the perfect symmetric form of her genitalia. But the prime of her beauty were in no doubt her large breasts; she was gifted with a 75C rack, hanging loosely above her toned waist as she bent over to pick her underwear out of the drawer. And then - a glorious moment - out of all the panties in the drawer, she picked me. And at that very moment, I knew that this was going to be a special day. You see, I was Ella’s ‘lucky panties’ - the pair that she exclusively wore on unusual outings. I was there on her last exam in highschool, I was there on her graduation party, I was there on her first date with a boy, and I was there on the night she lost her virginity - oops - that’s all you will hear from me; good panties don’t kiss and tell. Before I could say goodbye to my fellow panties, Ella unfolded me and pulled me over her butter smooth legs - a feeling that I enjoyed more than anything in the world. I could feel my fabric stretching over her firm ass cheeks, and I snuggled her pubic mound firmly. As it turned out, Ella had shaved her most intimate parts entirely - I could caress every shape of her most personal and private area, my fabric clinging tightly to the outline of her vulva. She walked to her room bare-breasted, with her bra dangling in her hand, and picked a summer dress with a floral print out of her closet. The piece of clothing was just perfect for me; if she had chosen a pair of jeans instead, my day would have been dark, but now, I could peek from under her dress and see wherever she went. Oh, how I looked forward to taste the smell of fresh summer air again, after all this time in the closet, it was almost indescribable. Minutes later, she pulled on a pair of sandals and left the house. Today, Ella made quite the journey; I could see her passing by the tile floor at home, the pavement and the asphalt of the street, the flooring in the railway station, the coach floor, the pavement again and finally a large field of grass. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but I believed that her terminal destination was the city park; the lawn just had some kind of feel to it. Finally, she placed herself down on a musty blanket and draped her dress over her legs, blocking my view to the outside world. There I was, hugging the curves of her privates and buttocks closely, unaware of what was happening behind the floral printed fabric - something only Ella’s dress would be able to tell. Unfortunately, until the glorious day dresses would learn how to talk, I had no choice but to wait patiently for Ella’s next move. And I waited, and I waited, and then I waited some more; Ella was taking an awful lot of time, probably enjoying herself out in the sun. As the minutes passed, I felt the stress in my waistband increasing, driven by a gradual swelling in Ella’s abdomen - it was subtle, but after several portions of time, my elastic string felt really strained; Ella’s lower abdomen bulged out of her body, much further than usual. When I was starting to think that it would never happen, Ella’s legs suddenly moved her knees upwards, and her dress sailed over her lower thighs - after being blinded for so long, I could finally see again! I watched the park, the blanket that Ella was sitting on, I watched a picnic basket, a champagne bottle and a large water bottle, both empty - and ultimately, when I looked up, I watched the friendly face of a young man, smiling at Ella - and... he seemed to be looking at me! Well hello, hey there, how are you doing, what’s your name, I’m Ella’s panties, nice to meet you! I could see his eyes widen, but before he could even speak, Ella pulled her dress down her legs again. Hey! I guess Ella had noticed that he was looking at me, and for some reason, she didn’t really like the idea of other people staring at her panties - she almost never showed us to anybody. Soon after, Ella stood up entirely from the blanket, and I could see her sandals again, but then she firmly crossed her legs, and I was pressed between her thighs - not the best position for me to be in, but I managed. I felt myself clinging to her round buttocks, her skin perspired where her butt had touched the ground. Shifting her thighs, she took a small step forward, and crossed her legs the other way, applying even more strain on her thighs; she crunched me in between and forced me to cuddle her intimates a little too intense - a small part of my fabric momentarily slipped between her outer labia, forming a subtle camel toe, hiding under her dress. Ella uncrossed her legs again, her knees still forcefully pressed together - a pair of male shoes was approaching her sandals; out of a sudden, two hands grabbed Ella’s ass cheeks, fingers firmly pressing through the fabric of her dress. She started trembling softly, rubbing her knees together - almost as if she was passionately excited, yet holding something back. After liberating herself from the squeezing hands, Ella turned around and walked off, taking the same journey from this morning, but in reverse. The grass, the gravel path in the park, the pavement, the crosswalks; all those images flew by as she paced her way back in a non-stop movement, unmistakably in a hurry for some reason unknown to me. She reached the flooring of the railway station in a heartbeat, and then suddenly ended her rush in the main hallway - abruptly standing still, her heel nervously tapping on the floor tiles below her. The air in the station building was relatively humid, and I felt the temperature of her intimates rising, now that the fresh breeze sailing between her legs was gone, ever since she had stopped running. Her level of perspiration was rapidly rising, and my situation soon became hot and sticky. But I didn't mind it the slightest - au contraire, I liked hot and sticky. The fuzzy warm feeling of being planted between Ella’s legs, caressing her neatly shaven privates - it was so much better than being stuck in her dark underwear drawer. Don't take this the wrong way - I had nothing to complain about; the temperature in the bathroom was always comfortable, the washed panties around me always smelled wonderful, yet... nothing ever happened back there. At least today I was on an adventure, exploring the world; there was no better feeling than that. Mere seconds after Ella’s interruption of her run, she moved on again, rapidly, now truly dashing through the hallways of the station, twisting between the other travelers, almost bumping into them. High heels, sneakers, costume shoes and sandals; a wide variety of male and female feet approached Ella and then changed their direction, in order not to collide against her and her sprint race. The stairs towards the platform were even more crowded, but Ella pursued; she wriggled through the pack of people, bolted towards the nearest open door, and jumped onto the train, the doors slowly closing as I witnessed her left foot landing on the coach floor. Just in time. Ella sighed and jammed her knees together, pressing me between her even sweatier thighs, rubbing them against each other in a circular motion. For a few seconds, she relaxed a bit, trying to get her heavy breathing under control - yet to me, her muscles still felt tensed up. She crossed her legs again as her pulse rate slowly but surely dropped to a more normal level, and then calmly proceeded her way through the coach, taking small careful steps. Keeping her inner thighs closely together, she strode through a considerable amount of cars, suddenly fastening her pace in the last car before coming to another stop. From under her dress I could observe her restless feet again, standing in front of a closed sliding bathroom door, her left foot tapping on the floor vividly. The underside of the door shuddered, but nothing happened. Ella slammed her legs together once again, and then slightly crouched down, her muscles clenched. Once. Twice. Three times. The door shuddered again, then she turned around and started speedwalking back to the other side of the train, travelling through the same cars she passed only moments ago. Where was she going? Her rapid pace indicated that she was anxious to get somewhere in time, but I couldn’t understand why - the speed of the train was dictating the time for arrival at her destination, not her. Well, maybe the concept of public transport flew over my head - after all, I was just a pair of panties. Another locked door - it seemed to be the end of the train, and Ella slightly crouched down again three times. What a strange ritual humans had, to bend over thrice every time they were in front of a closed door. After the formal greeting with the second door, Ella walked back from where she came from, even more slowly than before. Apparently, she was playing a game - a game where you could not part your knees, only your feet. She subtly crouched down again, clenching her muscles; the game was most likely not a simple one. I guess she got tired of it really fast, because she placed her magnificent buttocks in a train seat, blocking my view of the outside world once again by draping her dress over her thighs. Ella sat, but not very still; I could feel her right leg bouncing up and down furiously while she shifted her weight back and forth. This went on for quite a while, and her movements only got more abrupt over time, almost like she had marginal control over her body. Her pulse rate increased again while squirming around in the seat, her buttocks on, and off the cushion, and then on again as if she were sitting in a wild rollercoaster ride. I was sticking against her sweaty skin, shifting along with all her maneuvers, and the sections of my fabric were not entirely where they were supposed to be around her curves; the situation surely was as uncomfortable to her as it was to me, but there was nothing that a simple pair of panties like me could do to help the situation. Thankfully, Ella took action, and she lifted her dress just enough so that she could place her right hand under the floral printed fabric of the piece of clothing, and grasped her thigh with her fingertips. While I enjoyed the breeze of cool air, I felt her upper body turning left and right, as if she wanted to make sure that no-one was watching her, and her fingertips slowly crept closer to me. All out of a sudden, the palm of her hand swiftly darted towards her privates, and she hugged me with her fingers, pressing them deep between her legs. Normally I would have loved the feeling of her touch, but the temperature of her intimate area had risen exponentially, especially once she started massaging her lips, planting her middle finger between them in a very violent manner. I had never been so close to her before, now that her soft flesh was all around me, greasing my delicate fabric. The more Ella squeezed her fingers around me, the dirtier I got; I tried my best to soak up the moisture, but could not fight the inevitable saturation - I could only hope that Ella would not be too displeased with my failure. Thankfully, it appeared that she had other things on her mind, as she abruptly stood up, pacing through the train cars once again. For the second time in a few minutes, she was dancing around before the closed sliding bathroom door, and yet again the underside of the door started shuddering, even more heavily than before. Ella responded by frantically rubbing her thighs together, and after she fleetly swayed her legs around for a while, she found herself a place to sit again, not too far away from the sliding door. Immediately - without looking around this time - her left hand rushed under her summer dress and clasped itself around me as if I had extreme magnetic powers. The amount of strain in her fingers was unbelievable; they didn’t leave her privates for even a second, as she twitched in her seat a few times, trying to keep her movements and her rapid breathing under control. Hesitatingly, Ella loosened the tension in her fingers and stopped shuffling around in her seat; she clenched her legs together in a successful attempt to maintain a rigid posture. Although her body was clearly fighting something, a certain calmness fell over me - I was still out of position, the taste of sweat increasingly persistent, but at least Ella wasn’t rocking me further around. I could only try to grasp the concept of how simply changing of seats could make such a huge difference to her - they felt the same to me. For a moment, she was so calm that I could feel so much as the train speeding up and slowing down, but her composure quickly faded, as she suddenly spasmed. In a split second, so many things happened at once. While veering of her seat instantly, Ella hastily planted both hands between her legs, obscenely grinding her dress against me - her sudden desires so intense that she didn’t have the time to place them under the floral printed fabric. Next, I felt her labia getting moist, then wet, and suddenly I sensed drops, a warm trickle. I wished to maneuver myself away, but Ella’s fingers pressed me even closer into her privates; she soaked my fabric instantly, and I couldn’t help it. A wet spot appeared on me, and it slowly expanded to the size of a quarter, then the flow stopped. Quickly, Ella pulled her fingertips from the intimate touch, but the damage was done; her dress was visibly dampened by the moisture that I could no longer accommodate. Her feet guided Ella towards the aisle, where she started to dance around without any kind of choreography whatsoever, her thighs firmly pressed together. Left, right, left, left, right - her sandals touched the ground in a rapid motion, her body temperature running even higher. The train slowed down, then sped up again, and Ella quickly walked over towards the door where she had entered the coach minutes ago. Left, right, left, right, left. Impulsively, she pressed her fingertips in between her legs again, and the fabric of the dress momentarily touched me once more. Left, left, right, right. Ella clearly could no longer stand still. I moved around with her - her engorged wet lips were all over me. Right, left, right, right, left. And then her feet stopped. Ella simply crossed her legs and stood still, holding her breath, as if she was awaiting something. Taken by surprise, I felt wetness again, and lots of it, too. A tsunami! Anxiously, I tried to warn Ella about it, hoping that she could save me from the oncoming flood, like she always did, but this time, she took no action whatsoever. I couldn’t escape, my fabric hopelessly trapped between her fingers and her labia, and everything bursted right through me, like I wasn’t even there. I was lost, but Ella’s dress was yet salvageable; she hastily griped it with her fingertips, but just a tad too late - some flowers on the floral-printed fabric were clearly darker than the other ones. Below me, the steady stream evolved into a river delta, and rivulets were running down the front and the back of her legs, down to her sandals and onto the train floor. As the flood slowed down, so did the train, and Ella got off at the next stop, despite that it was still a long walk to her house. When we arrived at the front door, her dress had dried, but I was still soaked, clinging to Ella’s every intimate curve, until she pulled me down and dropped me onto the bathroom floor. Her eyes were swollen; she had cried. **** So here I am - in the washing machine, the soapy water rinsing Ella's urine out of my fabric. Soon, she will put me inside her underwear drawer again - but I'll never forget the adventure that I had today... THE END
  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. Hey everyone! New to the site, 18 year old transgirl who loves holding it in and seeing other girls bursting to pee! I'm posting this on both here and holdingit.minuteboard! This is going to be a bit of an interactive story, and I'll even be doing some art to go with it as it goes on! The pic I've included is just something I did recently that I liked, it's unrelated but is a little example of my style and what I could be drawing in the future~ I plan on doing some doodles of Shannon and Tabby as the story goes on, but who knows what could happen! That's up to YOU! The three people reading... o-or is that over ambitious of me? Whatever, this is gonna be a desperation story and I hope you enjoy it! Part 1 - What Needs To Be Filled... Shannon had only been with Tabby for a few months, and was already completely smitten by her. Though the two of them hadn't had sex yet, they had taken part in a lot of kinky chat over text messages, phone calls, and even some in person, though only briefly. It seemed they could get very inmate when actually far apart, but when in the same room their time together would be limited to playing games, watching TV or YouTube clips and laughing like close friends. Shannon had a theory that Tabby was just nervous, maybe she was hiding something from her? She seemed so willing to get flirty and lewd in their endless phone calls, but as soon as they were in the same room all advances would stop. She briefly worried that maybe she wasn't attractive enough, with her looks being unconventional; her curly hair, big glasses and only average breast size being a point of slight anxiety to the 19 year old. Especially considering how curvy Tabby was, with her rather large chest and ass that constantly had Shannon besides herself staring... s-something had to be going wrong and she just had to find out what it was! With Valentines Day approaching, Shannon had decided that it was the perfect time to try this. On the 10th, after University, the two found themselves hanging out in Tabby's room. In the middle of some YouTube show the two were watching, Tabby paused and stood, stretching and mentioning that she had to pee. As she hurried off to the bathroom, Shanon saw her chance... on the small chance that she'd find something, she opened Tabby's history and found a lot of strange pages, some website called "holdingit.minuteboard.com". After being frozen in surprise for a few moments, she heard the flush of Tabby's toilet and tabbed off the page, making note of the web address on her phone for later just before Tabby returned, hands washed, fully refreshed from her seemingly quite urgent piss. All through the rest of their 'date', Shannon could only wonder and wait to get home and look over the site. She herself had to pee pretty bad, having not gone all day at University and come straight to Tabby's afterwards... but something about that phrase enticed her. "Holding it..." After arriving home at around 7pm, Shannon started to wonder about her bladder... how she'd never actually given much thought to her control, or how she never seemed to get desperate no matter how much she would put it off, or how much she would drink. Normally she'd take a quick pee at this stage, when the urge was making itself known after a full day's drinks and waiting, but she decided to put it off a little longer as she checked out that website she'd found on Tabby's computer. Booting up her laptop, she typed in the address and found herself on a forum filled with people talking about, just as she had first thought, pee! They were talking about holding it, posting pictures of bulging bladders and squirming girls, and above all else there were stories! Crazy, strange, fictional stories with this huge sexual connotation placed on the idea of girls being desperate for a piss, holding in liters upon liters of the stuff and their bladders swelling out to crazy proportions! Shannon just kept clicking, reading, browsing and exploring, she went deep into the night, only noticing the time when she had snapped out of her trance at 2am. She was also surprised to find a hand between her legs, and her legs shaking with desire... she wasn't sure if it was because she was bursting to piss, or because she was somehow getting aroused by all this! Either way... i-it felt really good... but she was exhausted. Forcing herself to close the page, she finally made a weak kneed walk to the bathroom and sat her cute butt down on the open bowl... only to realize that she really was still in control, her muscles still tight and strong! She wondered... c-could she keep holding it? Could this be the key to spicing up their, currently, non-existent sex life? Was this what had been missing all along!? She gulped and bit her lower lip, shivering a little at the thought, both in arousal and intense need to piss, the bowl right below her now... she stared into it and between her spread thighs, her pussy quivering with desire to let loose that gusher she'd suppressed for the last 19 hours and 10 minutes. Should she pee? Answer below~ <3
  16. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
  17. Synopsis: A girl with an occasional bedwetting problem is introduced to watersports/omorashi and diapers by her DL boyfriend. This sparks an odyssey of self-discovery; her latent submissive-little side comes to the surface in an attempt to renew an unfulfilling childhood. He becomes her daddy dom, helping her every step of the way to a better life. Hello omo.orgians! Normally I am not a writer, but this has been kicking around my head for far too long. I had to write it down, and I thought I’d share it with you all. I don’t think I have it in me to write a proper coherent novel, so it’ll be more a series of oneshots loosely bound together by a timeline, based on scenarios that come to me that are cute and/or hot. Also note that this is my first piece of any kind that wasn’t an assignment, so please be kind! Feedback is appreciated. Without further ado... Discoveries Chapter 1 After wandering aimlessly through life for years, you think you've finally found your soulmate. Sarah is a demure, mousy girl, a little on the short side, not particularly curvaceous but very cute and sweet. She has wavy shoulder length dirty blond hair and expressive hazel eyes, but what drew you to her most was her melodious voice, like little bells tinkling. She has a bit of a sassy side, but you don’t think she would be complete without it. You met her at a gaming convention; you hit it off right away, your interests and opinions seeming to mesh perfectly. Afterwards, it started off slow. A morning stop at the coffee shop here, a gaming session there. But soon you enjoyed each others’ company so much that you couldn’t stand to be apart too long, and more often than not one of you was coming over to visit, learning everything you could about each other. You don’t know exactly you fell in love, but you certainly are now. A couple short months later and you’ve taken the big step of sleeping together at your place, although she seemed oddly conflicted about the idea... You haven’t done anything...untoward yet. You are both in your mid-late 20s and are virgins after all, neither of you feel ready to take it to the next level. Regardless, everything was looking up for you and Sarah, except for one problem: you haven’t worked up the courage to tell her you’re a diaper lover. You would like nothing more than to tell her, but you don’t want to ruin this burgeoning relationship. You enjoy every day with her, but there’s an ever-present tinge of despair that you’ll never be able to share this side of you with her. All this would change, however, that fateful night you awoke to a cold, wet sensation in your bed. Your sleep-addled brain struggles to come up with an explanation, ranging from a leaky roof to simply cold sweat from a bad dream, but a little feeling around and you find it’s coming from Sarah. You realize what has happened and are unsure what to do. You look at the clock. 4:05 AM. You don’t really want to, but you move to wake her up. It won’t do to lie around in a pissy bed all night. “Hey. Hey, Sarah. Wake up.” You gently rub her arm. Her eyes crack open. She smiles from the pleasant way of being woken up. “Mm?” “Sarah, the bed is wet. Did you...umm...” You trail off, not wanting to embarrass her further by saying the words. She stares at you blankly. Suddenly, her eyes widen. She flings the covers off and looks down to see what she’s done, swings her legs off the bed, and promptly makes to get up. You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Woah, woah, hold on a second, let’s talk about this!” She resists for a moment, then sits back down and half-turns to you. Your heart breaks a little. Sarah is on the verge of tears and can’t bear to look you in the eye. She is muttering something to herself, and you strain to hear. You pick out phrases like “knew this would,” “never going to,” “so stupid...” You can’t stand her putting herself down like this. You sit up and put your other hand on her other shoulder. You turn her to face you fully and say “Look at me. Please.” She drags her head up, looking through you with watery eyes. “Sarah, I don’t know what this is about, but this doesn’t change anything between us, alright? I still love you. I love you so much. We’ll get past this, it’s not the end of the world.” She looks at you in disbelief as if you’ve grown another head. But your words sink in, and she slowly wraps her arms around you and buries her head in your chest, quietly hiccuping and sobbing. You wait patiently for her to compose herself. “I’ve been waiting so long for someone to say that to me...” She finally says. “Do you want to talk about it? She nods. “I’ve always had this...problem. Almost every night I can wake up and go to the toilet, but sometimes I don’t wake up.” “Oh, honey, that’s such a hard thing to live with. You should have told me instead of stressing yourself out like that.” You absently start playing with her hair. It seems to be having an effect. “I know sweetie, but I was so scared of how you’d react. I thought what we had would end because of this. I didn’t want that to happen to me again.” She makes a face like she’s tasted something bitter, and looks like she’s about to start up crying again. “Are you saying you’ve had a break up because of your issue?” She nods and hugs you tighter. “Sarah. I’m here for you. I would never do that to you.” She looks up and you lock eyes, then she gently touches her forehead to yours. You stay like this for a while, but then the reality of the incident hits you. Your pee soaked sheets are clammy and starting to itch, and no doubt she’s feeling the same. “Hun. How about you go to the bathroom to change, and I’ll take care of the bed, okay?” “I’d like that. Thank you so much for accepting this part of me.” She gets up, fingers trailing across your chest as she walks across to get her overnight bag, and leaves the room. Alone with your thoughts, you get up and gaze at the wet bed. You clutch your head and run your hands through your hair. This is unreal, you think. Have the stars aligned to have this girl fall into your lap? You have just the solution for her, but do you have the courage to explain to her why you have it? Your manhood twitches at the thought of her diapered, and you quickly busy yourself with removing the soiled bedding to distract yourself. You’re unfolding the new sheets when Sarah comes back in, wearing fresh pajamas and looking visibly less shaken. Wordlessly, she begins helping you make the bed. You lapse into a companionable silence. With the bed now made, you both get in and resume your cuddling. “Good night hun. We can talk about this more later.” “Mhmm. Good night sweets.” You can hear the smile in her voice. As you drift off, your thoughts turn what tomorrow will bring. Chapter 2 A week passes. Contrary to your suggestion, you don’t speak of this again. At first there is an uneasy tension between you, but as time wears on it fades into the background and things are almost normal. However, now that you’re looking out for it, you notice she gets up in the middle of the night for a trip to the bathroom, sometimes quite urgently. You can’t help but feel bad for the poor girl, but you just can’t psyche yourself up enough to tell her about your thick, fluffy salvation. You wake to a flurry of movement next to you. Amid Sarah’s swearing and her attempts to disentangle herself from the sheets, you can hear a hissing, pattering sound. She manages to stumble out of bed, holding herself and hunched over. Though the twilight, you can see her take two steps before freezing in place. She whimpers, then lets out a long, breathy sigh as her stream turns into a torrent. Her arms fall to her sides and her legs spread slightly as her pee sprays through her thin pajama bottoms as if they weren’t there, splashing onto the laminate floor. She stands there peeing with her eyes closed for what seems like forever, until she shudders and her stream dies down. She looks down at her puddle and lightly pulls at the soaked clothing clinging to her legs. You realize you’ve been staring slack-jawed at this whole spectacle, and are incredibly turned on. You’re rock hard, and this is clearly evident from the thrown-off covers. She looks at you, more resigned than upset, then she follows your gaze down to your throbbing member. Oh dear. Nobody moves for a few moments. Then, the most unexpected thing happens. Sarah starts giggling. She covers her mouth as she lets loose a delightful little titter as she points at the little tent in your underwear. Her laugh is infectious, and soon you’re laughing along with her. At you, at her, at the whole situation. Once the headiness wears off, she walks back over to you, but doesn’t sit due to her wet pants. “So, do you care to explain...” she vaguely gesticulates at your hard on, “...that?” She doesn’t look upset, just amused and slightly puzzled. You sit up, an odd calm coming over you. You knew this was coming eventually. There’s no way to sugar coat it now, so you might as well be blunt about it. “Well, Sarah...I’m turned on by needing to pee, and watching it in others too.” She cocks her head slightly. “That’s...a thing?” You swear, she’s too innocent for her own good sometimes. “Yeah. And hon, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Really? I don’t really like wetting myself because my problem has made it feel negative, but if it makes you so happy...I can try.” You have the biggest grin on your face, and feel like the luckiest man in the world. She must sense this in you, because she stoops down and gives you a big hug. You return the hug earnestly. “Thank you,. That’s all I can ask for. Admit it, though. You looked like you really enjoyed the relief.” She pulls back, blushing. “H-hey! That’s...not entirely untrue.” You roll your eyes and pull her back to you, laughing. Emboldened by her response, you figure now’s a good a time as any. “There’s something else,” you say. “Hmm?” “I’m also into...uhm...diapers.” “Diapers?” “Yeah.” “...Oh.” You feel your good mood dissipate at her reaction, and instantly regret your actions. Have you gone too far? You look to her, and instead of finding the weirded-out, disgusted look you expected, her face has gone blank, a thousand yard stare at nothing in particular. You hug her a little tighter. “Hey. Hey, are you alright?” She refocuses on you and notices she’s worrying you. “Oh, sweetie...” She pecks you on the cheek, and releases you. “I had nightime diapers a little longer than most, obviously, but my parents made me stop using them, even though I couldn’t help it. I really wish they hadn’t, it’s better than waking up in a soaked bed...” “You’re in for a treat then!” You say before she can get in a funk again. You get up and retrieve your bag of Molicares from your hiding place in your wall closet, pulling one out as you do. You emerge from the closet and hand it to her. “Wooow.” She breathes, “Look at that...” She runs her hand over it and gives it a squeeze. “Would you want to wear this to bed next time you’re over?” “YES! That would be great!” Your heart warms at her eagerness. She finally has hope about controlling her condition after so long. But once more, your mind turns to the chore of cleanup. “That would be great, but for now we have laundry to do.” “Oh, right...” She looks sheepish. You go about your business of changing clothes and sheets, and you mop up her puddle despite her insisting that she clean up her own mess. Afterwards, you look at the clock. It’s only an hour before when you normally get up, and neither of you feel like sleeping after what just transpired, so you cuddle a little more before starting your day, both with a little spring in your step. --- More to come EventuallyTM! Thanks for reading!
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    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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  19. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
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    This story came together pretty quickly, and for how long it is I actually finished it! After seeing the moderate fondness for bare feet on here I decided to include some strong focus on that. But rest assured, it's an omo story through-and-through; the rest is plot devices. Enjoy. 1: The History Shelly McGill huffed and tucked a red curl behind her ear. Absorbing the lesson about ancient Greece already strained her attention, and when her phone vibrated in her purse, that was the end of it. Her mom would not text while she was in school; a message from someone else was likewise a rarity. She made sure the teacher's eyes were elsewhere and stealthily read it. Beside Erica's picture read, "party nxt Saturday at Simmons Park, wanna go? :D" Incredulity gave way to a big grin which threatened to burst through. The only reason Shelly had Erica Montblanc's number in the first place was for a group project last year. That she, as the "quiet one" with thick glasses, would be invited to her first real party by the most popular girl in her grade seemed a miracle. A cool draft traced Shelly's socked soles, which she had slipped from the heels of her shoes. She stared down at the black canvas sneakers, misshapen and frayed on the backs where she did the same heel-slip at every opportunity. To go without the stifling things, or any others, was less a simple pleasure for her than a mission. Being barefoot gave her a satisfaction bordering on a sexual thrill, especially outside. Its explanation escaped her. The ballet flats or flip-flops worn by many of her classmates would have done for a compromise, but only the exquisite sensitivity of no shoes at all struck that particular spot in her soul. But of course, the solution would not be as simple as ditching the shoes and letting others get used to her choice. Two obstacles stood between her and the flood of feelings that came with raw contact of her soles with the ground. For one, her enthusiasm for barefootedness was equaled only by her shyness about it. It had its place and that was that; what kind of dirty weirdo got such a kick out of not wearing shoes at any other time? And especially that it meant exposing her feet. The bricks on the ends of her legs exhibited none of the curves and overall "ladylike" aesthetics she envied on lots of other girls, and some genetically-gifted guys. Shelly stood at 5'9". Not terribly tall for a high school freshman, but enough to put her half a head above most her age. And it was certainly enough to give her the feet to match the rest of her reedy frame. She had long despised their pointed ankle bones, low arches, and knobbly toes that were crooked thanks to overstaying her welcome in ill-fitting footwear. Since she could remember, her family took to calling her "snowshoes" for their sprawling size and spindly shape. She was not the only victim of the nickname, as naturally a good number of her relatives also fit the description. But the benign barb had met the mounting body insecurity of the gawky teen, and left a lasting effect. Unless she had no other choice, it was socks and shoes at all times. However, double the severity even of her self-consciousness was a problem more practical: what happened whenever she did steel her nerves and indulge her fancy. Maybe because of how rarely her soles saw daylight, they were intensely, cripplingly ticklish. In certain circumstances, ticklish enough to take her bladder control. Google told her it was "stress incontinence." She never considered herself to be weak at holding it. She could laugh or do other things with confidence and stay dry, even when people tickled her on purpose. But somehow it was connected to walking barefoot. What never failed to do her in was stepping on grass. Her earliest memory of it happening was at her fifth birthday party. She and her friends had worn their bathing suits to play in the sprinkler in the backyard. She had stayed on the patio until it was her turn. On her first run-through, the smooth, bendy ribbons of grass had brushed her soles and between her toes in just the right way to make her whole body spasm. She squealed with laughter and only noticed something was amiss when she returned to the safety of the patio to a hot stream running out of her one-piece. Being that it happened in her swimsuit and she was dripping wet already from the sprinkler, no one noticed. At five years old, the idea that the reaction might cause problems for her never arose. Pure luck meant she did not have to step barefoot on grass for years after. By that point, she had doubled down on wearing shoes and all but eliminated the risk. But on one trip to the beach when she was about eleven, city workers were renovating the bathrooms and had planted porta-potties-- on a grass field. She had meant to relieve herself in the water, but her family was already on the way out. She caught up with them, flexing her legs against a constant push from her bladder and playing with the button of her white shorts by the time they came into view. Having felt bold enough to leave her sandals in the car had come back to haunt her, causing a wave of dread from remembering what happened last time. It was too risky. She would just have to hold it for the ride home. Until her little brother ruined it all. "I gotta go pee," Carson announced, holding himself unabashedly. The weak little runt. If Shelly had to hold on while being at the edge of leaking, surely the second grader could handle his own liquids. "Buddy system," her father declared, ever on top of safety. "Take C to the toilets, Shel." Shelly tried protesting. "Ugh, dad," she said, writhing in a sort of exaggerated temper tantrum to hide her pee-dance. "He can go on his own!" The man put his hands on his hips. "Yes, but it's good practice to look out for each other. And don't be ridiculous. You're bouncing around like a jumping bean too. You can both go. It's a long car ride." "Come on, Shelly," Carson urged, wiggling more obviously. The older sibling groaned while battling her own forceful need. And now that they all knew she also had to go badly, a blush warmed the tips of her ears. The porta-potties were right there, not thirty feet away. She sucked in a big breath and conceded, "Fine." Her heart raced as she approached the edge of the concrete walkway. The grass stretched out before her, an expanse of breeze-blown snakes ready to bite. Could it happen again? Carson, with his flip-flops protecting him from perhaps a similar fate, trotted off carefree. Shelly brushed one foot through the grass, wincing as the tickly feeling came on. Unrelated to the move came a hefty squeeze from her bladder, which forced a dribble into her striped bikini. No matter how gross the portable toilets might be, she would have thrown herself into the second one-- were it not for the dreaded grass! "Here goes nothing," she told herself, and held her breath. To run like her kid brother would be too embarrassing. She was in sixth grade; she didn’t have emergencies. The lawn received the heel she had dug in with conviction. Neither the effects of the prickly blades, nor the pulsing of her bladder, acted with an instant's delay. The brush of that green menace against her feet struck her like lightning. It was all she could do to stay standing, let alone keep moving, which would have only made it worse. Keeping her surging pee contained never crossed her awareness. It had already begun pounding out, forced through her bikini to pour from her shorts in a shimmering yellow stream. She reflexively pushed her hands into her crotch as hard as she could. If it did slow the flow, it did not help her any. A more noticeable effect was for the hot, sharp-scented liquid to spill between her fingers and coat her inner thighs before finally dripping into twin mud puddles where her feet stayed planted. Given the circumstances, her parents had not gotten mad at her for making the minor scene about going with her brother, nor for abandoning him in that particular case. She let them assume she just could not hold it any longer, rather than admitting she had fallen victim to this peculiar secret weakness. Her last saving grace was being already equipped with a towel to sit on in the car, so even the back seat avoided mistreatment. Shelly had managed to get away from a huge accident with only damp shorts and a little teasing from Carson. The feeling returned to her when recalling the beach trip that she had gotten very lucky. And luck never lasts forever. Three years after that fateful day, here sat the dorky quiet girl who twice covered herself with urine, invited to a party by Erica Montblanc. Occasional surges of anxiety hit her stomach, coming more frequently as the date drew near. There would be nothing to fear, though. Erica was clearly willing to overlook their differences in the social hierarchy-- a new school meant a clean slate, it seemed. And the party would take place at a park. Some blissful souls at the party, unaware of their fortune, might run around after shedding their shoes. Her heart leapt at the faintest chance she might join them, but vast swaths of the green piss-triggers were a certainty. Shelly would have no reason to so much as loosen her laces until getting home. But that was okay. Not a drop from her would go anywhere except a toilet. Everything was going to be fine.
  21. “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
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    So this is a collection which I managed to lift off Twitter (I now no longer know how to do this or my computer got messed up). These are from the various Twitter accounts which have their origin in Japan and which were discussed elsewhere on the forum. Some are really awesome (like the one with the school uniform desperately fidgeting by a door), while others are just close ups of crotches of pants which are being wet. Enjoy! Rach

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  23. Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."
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    Omorashi desperation tournament. I don't know which number this is in the series, but it's the one where they are wearing bunny suits. Thank FOYO for the links, I am hoping for more.

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  25. 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?: