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  1. This is going to be a series set before/during/after the events of splatoon 3: side order. There will be heavy spoilers. There is going to be a bit of pearlina because it's practically canon at this point. (lesbian ship between characters pearl and marina) and maybe some agent 24 [agent 3(captain) x agent 8(eight)] This takes place within the same au(?) as the other story I made on splatoon with Eight and Cap. Chapter one - a desperate day on tour Pearl woke up on the Off The Hook tour bus. She nestled herself out from under her wife to step out and stretched her arms. As she checked her old squid phone, which she really had to replace soon, she shot up in alarm. Their next concert was in one hour and she wasn't even dressed! She quickly ran to wake her wife Marina and they bolted into the venue. "Holy squit, why didn't I set an alarm!?" Marina scolded herself as the duo ran into the building. "Probably got distracted by that nerd stuff your working on!" Pearl teased "Once you see what- oh whatever!" Marina huffed. The duo got to their dressing room and without wasting a second started getting ready. Pearl threw on her spacesuit jacket - made from real space grade materials - and leggings, while Marina slipped on her bright orange pants and jacket. Some loved their new look, while others hated it. Pearl thought her wife looked beautiful in her orange getup. But there was no time for that, the concert was in thirty minutes! The duo applied their makeup and were ready just in time. Off the Hook walked on stage to a round of applause, audiences waving green and pink glow sticks in the air. They began the concert with their usual banter, trying to give the people the dynamic they all know and love from the idols. They jumped into their debut song, Ebb and Flow, first. It was just then, while singing her first line, that she noticed something. She really had to pee. Within the stressful morning, not only had she not gotten a chance to pee, but there weren't even any bathrooms in the backstage area of the venue. Pearl began to think through her options as they continued their songs. About an hour into the concert, she hadn't come up with any solutions but damn she needed it bad. "Alright, everyone! I think we should take a quick break. We will be back in about 30 minutes. In the meantime, don't get cooked! Stay off the hook!" Pearl yelled as she walked off stage. She pressed a button on her jacket and her mic made a clicking noise, signaling that it was muted. "Hey Pearlie!" Marina caught up to pearl. "Did you happen to see any bathrooms back here?" Pearl could see Marina's calm demeanor slipping. "That's exactly why I called that break, I am about to burst!" Pearl complained at she hopped from foot to foot. "T-to answer your question, I don't think there is. Were gonna have to get creative." "The break room had a couple of pretty big plant pots! The dirt looked really dry so we could probably go in those without fully saturating it!" Marina suggested, panic creeping on the edge of her voice. "That's as good a plan as any right now!" Pearl said as she and her wife bolted to the break room. Pearl practically ripped off her leggings and panties and positioned her crotch over the pot. Marina followed suit, but couldn't make it to the other pot. In a last minute decision she sat on the pot pearl was already using. She has failed to consider that this would put her clit directly in the stream of pearls piss. Marinas gates opened, and she released a jet that could rival the stinger in terms of concentrated power. "H-holy shit, 'Rina you had to go way worse than me!" Pearl exclaimed "I'm honestly impressed, like how strong is your bladder, girl!" "Well back in the Oct- Mmhh!" Marina began to say something, but was cut off by moan. "Holy shit Pearl, I think im- AHH!" Pearl stared at her wife as green ink shot all over the dirt in the pot, covering the whole dirt area. Marina has just inked. Marina had inked because pearl had peed on her pussy. Pearl didn't know what to think, but she knew what she felt. "Hey, Marina... I'm like super horny right now and I don't know why." Pearl admitted, voice completely absent of shame. She figured someone who had just had an octogasm from being peed on would be in no place to judge. "Oh! Uh, ok!" Marina blushed and looked down at the floor. "Well maybe we should experiment with this after the tour?" She shyly suggested. "Uh, yeah!" Pearls face went red "good idea."
  2. Cassie chewed the top of her pen while bouncing her left leg incessantly. The professor was droning on about something… Cassie’s parents were very comfortable. Wanting the best for their daughter, they sent her to a renowned college that used to be a finishing school for fine young ladies. The school still had mandatory classes such as speech, culinary arts, ballroom dance, and of course, Cassie’s least favorite: Etiquette. Cassie’s legs were both bouncing at this point, and she began to nervously tug at her hair. She knew it was no use to ask. Etiquette was right after lunch, and Professor Hayes wasn’t known for being understanding. It was a 2 ½ hour class, and Cassie had at least an hour left. She tried to concentrate. “Psst!” Cassie raised her head. “Are you ok?” asked Cassie’s friend Lara. Cassie just gave her a little shrug and crossed one ankle over the other. It was clear to Lara that Cassie was desperate to piss. She watched Cassie’s body become more still to avoid uncomfortable bladder sloshing. Lara’s eyes lingered on her friend and she felt an intense, anxious heat rise inside her. She’d never looked at anyone with such hunger before. “Pssssssst…” Lara whispered, “I know how you feel. I had to go so bad last week in Daskov’s class. I had sooo much coffee and it went right to my bladder. All my thoughts were about getting to the bathroom and taking a piss, so I could finally stop the stretching, sloshing, clenching--” Shut the fuck up Lara! Cassie thought, but tried to play it cool with a light chuckle. If there’s anyone she didn’t want to upset, it was Lara. They had been friends since childhood. Lara had a little dirt on Cassie, and grew up to have quite the mean streak. Cassie continued to focus on class as Lara taunted her. “Don’t think about it too much, Cass. Don’t focus on the pressure. Don’t give into the waves of desperation. Don't think about how badly you want to let it go." Cassie finally gave in and sat on the heel of her foot. Professor Hayes noticed immediately. “Young lady, do you consider that to be a proper way to sit during class?” she posed. “Um, no, I’m sorry. I just-- I really need to go to the bathroom right now.” “Cassandra you know that I don’t allow--” “Please! Please, it's an emergency!!” Cassie shoved both hands against her crotch and wriggled desperately, to the entire class’s amusement. The professor groaned and told Cassie to come down in front of everyone. Cassie gently waddled and danced to the front of the class. “Class, we have our very own etiquette demonstration today. Cassandra had plenty of time to use the restroom before class, but she chose not to. Most of you will soon find yourselves at tea or dinner with established gentlemen, where you can’t just run off to the potty whenever you have the urge!” Professor Hayes explained. Cassie burned with shame. The humiliation in front of her classmates combined with the constant bladder spasms was really starting to get to her. “Cassandra, will you stop fidgeting? Remember your posture. Stand up straight, graceful, chin up…” Hayes tilted Cassie’s chin up with her ruler. “Now class, take notes…”
  3. Some clarification before we get into the actual story: Frisk is female in this because it's easier for me to write. Frisk will still be referred to with they/them pronouns. This story relies heavily on the narra-chara theory, or that Chara is the narrator of undertale and follows you around. There's some charisk esque stuff in this, as of currently, no actual direct things. This is subject to change because I like writing romance. Chara and Frisk are aged up to 19 and 20 respectively. Some touchy subject will likely be covered, such as: suicide, self harm, abuse. --- Chapter 1: THE FALL Frisk awoke with a start, and began surveying their surroundings. A million questions began circling through their head as they looked around the room they had awoken in. It looked to be a large cave, with sunlight beaming down from a large opening in the ceiling. There was one exit to the room, a winding corridor in front of them. They looked beneath themself to see a large bed of golden flowers. They stepped away from their temporary flower-bed and inspected the ground where they had been sleeping. Aside from the very obvious Frisk-shaped imprint on the ground, they noticed something very particular. A patch of raised dirt. They had fallen on a grave. This realization left Frisk a bit uneasy, like they were being watched. They quickly continued down the corridor. They emerged into another room, this one not quite as large. In the middle of a room was a small patch of grass with a single golden flower resting in the center. "strange," Frisk thought to themself "these things usually grow like crazy." their thoughts were interrupted by the flower suddenly sprouting up a smile. "Woah!" Frisk cried out as they jumped back. "Well, hello." They said rather politely as they regained their composure. "Howdy!" The flower said in a grating sing-song voice. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" "Very creative." Frisk said under their breath "Yeah, like you could do better." Flowey snapped back. "As a matter of fact I could, Dandy." Frisk retorted. "Ok, let's just cut to the chase." Flowey smiled once more, this time a bit twisted. "DIE." Seed-like bullets began to surround frisk, almost reaching them and then... They disappeared? Flowey looked confused and angry, before getting hit from behind with a fireball, and running away. "Hello, my child. Are you hurt?" A goat lady stepped out from the shadows to greet the human. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth. Here, allow me to guide you through the ruins." And the goat did just that. Frisk followed closely behind, as not to get lost on the straight and very clear path forward. On the way they learned this goats name was Toriel. This continued until the two reached a long room with a door at the far end. "This, my child, is your final test." Toriel said grimly. "Make it to the end of this room... Without my help!" At this, Frisk feigned a shocked gasp, and put their hand over their mouth. "I am sorry for this." Toriel whispered before she ran down the hall and hid behind a pillar. It had been a bit since Frisk had some time to think, so they took the long walk down the hall to do so. They thought about how they had survived their fall, what the rest of the monsters would be like, and finally, they noticed they had to pee. Bad. Of course. Of course they didn't use the restroom before leaving the house, they didn't exactly expect to live long enough for that to be and issue. They were just supposed to climb the mountain and disappear, but no. Life just had to throw one more punch and make them wet themselves in an underground labyrinth inhabited by monsters who probably wanted to kill them. By the end of their thinking, they had reached the end of the corridor. Toriel walked out from the behind the last pillar and gave a small speech about how proud she was. "Well, Toriel DID say she'd had other humans down here before..." Frisk thought hopefully "Maybe she has a bathroom?" "Hey Toriel?" Frisk began "Yes, my child?" Toriel listened "Does there happen to be a bathroom anywhere in this place?" Frisk asked with a small amount of strain in their voice. "Ah, yes." Toriel answered. "There is one at home." "Thank go- great!" Frisk said, relieved. "However, is your need urgent?" Toriel questioned "I need to run some errands, I should only be gone for 5 minutes." Frisk took a moment to reassess their need, and against their better judgement they said "yeah, I can wait." "Alright, well stay here." Toriel said as she sped off. Frisk waited a few seconds until they were sure Toriel was gone, and left the room. They were immediately drawn to a small pile of leaves, and decided to sit in them and think a bit more. "Playfully crinkling through the leaves fill you with DETERMINATION." They heard a voice behind them. "Who's there!?" They spun around only to see a floating, see-through human, about their age. "Just me." The human-ghost-thing said. "The names chara."
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  6. Contains spoilers for like every splatoon thing so far. Side order spoilers are only minor - talking about cleared the thing. This is just a quick one shot with captain 3 and agent 8 from splatoon. --- Eight was beyond excited. Since the day agent three had told her of her time in alterna, she had longed to visit the underground metropolis. She and her girlfriend, the captain of the new squidbeak splatoon, had planned to go a few months ago, but her souls temporary residence in the memverse had made that difficult. Even after her soul was returned, it still took a good month of rehabilitation to get her body working the way it was supposed to. But now, she was ready. "Hey, eight!" The captain called out from near the door. "It's time to get going!" Eight quickly threw on her octarian issued armor, snatched her n-zap off the wall, and raced after the captain. "Someone's excited!" The captain laughed as eight almost rammed into her. Eight happily nodded, too excited to speak. Yet, she felt a little like she had forgotten something... Eh, if she forgot, it wasn't important. The two approached the mysterious kettle, and after a deep breath in, entered Alterna. Eight saw a familiar infinite sky stretching out before her, and began to tense up. She didn't have many memories from her time in the octarian army, but there were some that would never leave her. Her breath started to quicken, her chest felt tight as the knot her stomach was in. She knew this sky. She then felt 2 gentle arms wrapping around her, and her breathing began to return to normal. "Hey, is this too much for you right now?" The captain whispered gently. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready." "N-no. I'm ready." Eight looked up at the sky. "If I ever hope to get my mind under control, I have to do this eventually." "Alright. If you ever need me to help with anything at all, I'm here." The captain reassured. "If it starts getting worse, let me know." The two lovers explored the first area of alterna, making note of all the strange sculptures and buildings. By the end of the first area, eight felt a familiar twinge in her abdomen. That's what she forgot. This wasn't bad now, but it could be if she couldn't find any bathrooms soon. She had just gotten back from a pretty intense anarchy series, and her whole team had been practically chugging tacticooler cans the whole time. Those things were notorious for making people wet themselves in the same game as drinking them. Eight was lucky to have such a strong bladder. Eight started looking for bathrooms throughout the second and third areas, but to no avail. Three was explaining something about a bear and a rocket, when a particularly bad wave hit eight. She doubled over and held her crotch, pulling up her short skirt in the process. "Hey, eight, you doing alright there?" Three questioned, having turned around at that exact time. "I! Uh! I'm f-fine I-!!!" Eight was clearly not fine as a jet of ink shot through her panties with the force of a stingers beam. Pooling on the fake snowy floor and slowly covering the turf around her feet. A look of shame and embarrassment clouded her face as she looked away from her girlfriend. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about the bathroom situation down here. There aren't any actual toilets because that was a waste of valuable water, so the people here just peed into the ocean water." The captain sorrowfully. "Guess that's what they get for putting scientists in charge, eh? Here, let's get back and get you cleaned up. I'm pretty much done with the visual part of the tour anyway." And so, the two lovers went along their journey back to Inkopolis square. --- This was such a nice departure from the stuff I usually write. I need to write cute lesbians more often, man.
  7. It was a staged wetting, but a super hot one. It was these two giggly hot girls in jeans trying to hold their pee. One can't hold it, wets herself and then lays on the floor in her puddle. Then the other girl decides she can't hold it, sits on her friends stomach & pees herself. And there's kissing throughout. One of my all time favorites but I can't remember what it's called
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  9. View File JAV-ACZD-162 - Afterschool pullup and diaper lesbian fun After one girl has an embarrassing accident after school, two school girls experiment with pullups and diapers and find love along the way. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/17/2024 Category JAV Collections  
  10. Author’s Note: First and foremost, while I don’t watch trans porn nor do I read futa fanfiction, I have recently grown a love for futanari R34 if it involves buff or curvaceous women, with Wonder Mommy being the main star of attraction. Furthermore, my knowledge of Wonder Woman is very limited, with the Injustice games being my main if not only sources so if she or the other women seem OOC that’s probably why. That includes the horniness, I know the Amazons in DC lore were probably on the chaste side however due to the nature of this fic as well as real Greek and Roman Mythology lore, they are portrayed as lustful and hormonal as the original gods and goddesses, even more so than the Orange Clan Mayans in my Quantic Dreams fics. Lore aside, warnings include futanari masturbation and urination and fantasies of lesbian sex and impregnation. Diana was feeling a sharp thrill that made her heart pound with excitement as she parted from sparring and headed to her private hot springs to bathe. This had nothing to do with modesty, Amazons usually wore revealing Greek Goddess dresses or sheer open robes, if not wandering outright naked. Many opted to spar in the nude and would hit the public bathes together either to relax or seek out a pleasure partner. Diana was no exception, her muscular and curvaceous 6’2” frame had earned her whole harems among her peers. They had many an orgy or holding contest, if not some sort of combination which made sense considering the favored daughter of Hera was as insatiable as she was beautiful. Yet despite that, every twenty eight days, Diana would take seven of them to herself. None of the other Amazons knew and while they respected her privacy, that didn’t stop them from harmless theories. “I just don’t understand. Diana rarely ducks away if she has a problem with us, so she’s not angry at us. Did we upset her inadvertently?” Donna Troy questioned. She could have been Diana’s younger cousin, judging by her lean yet hardened build. “How? Bitch was victorious as always.” the more buxom redhead Artemis shot back, half joking and half annoyed. “I bet she’s so stuck up she’d rather use her fingers thinking about that Earthen boy toy of hers than have fun with us.” “That’s extremely rude and vulgar!” Donna Troy shot back, offended that her role model was being spoken of so crudely. “I agree that we should respect her privacy, but given that I know for a fact you won’t, just throw it out in the open.” Nubia suggested, acting as the mediator between the kind and bubbly Donna versus the hot blooded and aggressive Artemis. The crimson haired warrior nodded her approval at the African beauty, silently thanking her for being supportive for once and not accusing her of being a drama queen. “First and foremost, ever since she visited Earth and dealt with that weakling Steve Trevor, she's been taking these private trips for herself. For the past couple of decades, there's been a consistent period of twenty-eight days that she spends seven of them clothed when Diana is the biggest nudist out of all of us, ties her hair in a sock bun, and just recently I found out she shaved her pubes!” “What?!” Donna Troy cried in shock, even she couldn’t deny the oddity of her idol taking a straight razor to her large black bush, the self proclaimed “Lush Forest of Themyscira”. “I see. Is that why she knocked your temple with her shield when you lifted the thong of her dress during your match?” Nubia suggested with amusement, remembering the uncharacteristic blush of rage Diana sported as she smashed her opponent into the ground. “It has to be, usually she’d flirt or jump at the chance. How dare she now act like a prude or that she’s better than us!” “Because my darling, my wonderful daughter is actually being quite protective of us when she secludes herself for private times.” a new rich voice commanded. The Amazons looked up to see the queen herself, Hippolyta. While not as tall, muscular, or curvaceous as her voluptuous daughter, Hippolyta was still a beautiful warrior woman who held the same beauty as Diana, but with an older, more mature sense of grace. Hippolyta undid her sheer lavender purple robe and shrugged it off as she joined her subjects in the sauna, sighing in pleasure as beads of sweat formed on her body. “As my daughter, Diana has quite the special body. I don’t just mean her looks. Listen well.” Meanwhile, Diana took refuge in the natural hot springs. She undid her dress and stepped in the pleasant steaming water, enjoying the sound of the roaring waterfall. After some seconds of arousal, it happened. A large twelve inch cock departed from her womb and popped out of her vagina, along with a nice pair of smooth testicles. She lovingly ran her thin fingers along the tan shaft and gently stroked it, moaning as she palmed the reddish head of the tip of her dick. Satisfied as she allowed the new set of hormones to adjust and properly align themselves, she squirted some coconut massage oil into her palms and applied some to her massive breasts, moaning as she tweaked the large brown nipples and areolas, then softly sighed as she rubbed some more into her abdominal region. She gasped at this feeling, as beneath the impressive toned abs was her bursting bladder. She ached to unleash a large stream of urine that could match the hot springs water, but her massive erection prevented it from happening. Diana knew from previous experience she would have to first relieve her pent up semen, which she would plan to do so. With a final generous coating of coconut oil, she applied some to her massive twitching cock, gasping and moaning at the feeling. No wonder men were so weak and tempted by women, with such sensitive reproductive organs it would make sense they’d become undignified dogs who chased after any sense of relief, dick in hand. She could almost relate, but unlike most men from Earth, she could have any man or woman she wanted. But the question was who? As princess of Themyscira, Diana was encouraged to have an heir if she so pleased, and with any partner she deemed suitable. She definitely wanted Clark Kent from Earth, previously Kal-El from Krypton, as her life partner. While she wasn’t sure if they would have a traditional wedding, they would be bound, both in spirit and in the conjugal bed. He was the only man worthy of having the honors to make love to her, procreate with her. But she also wanted to reproduce with her own unique set of equipment, it would only be right. But who? She ruled out any of the other Amazons, they were great for trysts but she couldn’t see any of them mothering her children. She’d rather be a single mother of her own, and instead wanted to choose a woman from a different planet. Someone she respected and cared for enough to trust with such a burden, but would also be okay with being a more hands off parent. But what suitable woman would be willing to birth her child and be satisfied with yearly visits? Harleen Quinzel was the first one out, as much fun as it would be to dominate that criminal whore, she probably had all kinds of mental illnesses, as well as STDs. She couldn’t even be trusted for a one night stand, much less be the mother of her child. Selina Kyle was also out, as much fun as it would be to unzip that catsuit and ravish the thief’s body over and over, Selina was already in a committed relationship with her fellow Justice League member Bruce Wayne. That one more woman, the one she was hoping would be her answer. Karren Star, Kal-El’s distantly related cousin and Power Girl of Earth. Another Kryptonian, and one related to Kal-El would be the best woman for this purpose. Two of the parents being close friends and family would help in creating siblings who got along as a real family, not to mention that Karren Star was a good friend who had visited and even flirted with her a few times, which she of course reciprocated. As insane as it sounded, she knew Karren would agree to the request, it was too enticing to pass up anything to contribute to her older cousin's happiness. It was a bonus that the blond bombshell was also tall and beautifully athletic, similar to an Amazon. She would have no issues bearing an Amazonian child. Pleased with her decision, Diana now decided to prepare for her plan by envisioning it as a fantasy, how she would grope Karren’s cleavage, gently pull down that enticing suit, and rock her world over and over with her futa cock. The image became too much and with a powerful yell Diana could feel her limit break as she pumped her cock one final time, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, feeling it drip off her cock and into the springs. After a minute or so, her erection faded and with a gasp of exhaustion, she held her flaccid dick and emptied her bladder, urinating a long worthwhile stream. It was irritating having to wait for her excitement to go down, but the release was worth it. Satisfied, she waited, knowing this was only a warm up. “So, you’re saying that the heirs of your bloodline have something similar to an Earth woman’s menstrual cycle, but instead of losing eggs they grow manhood?” Artemis questioned in disbelief. “Exactly right.” Hippolyta confirmed. “I’d show you mine but it’s not my time. Regardless, you’re lucky my daughter stayed away, lest you be witness to the hormonal hell beasts we become when we grow a man’s set of genitals. May Hera bless whoever Diana chooses to couple with.” Ending note: So yes, this was a hook for the next story, which will be centered around Wonder Woman and Power Girl. Fun fact, I started writing that one first, but then realized it needed some kind of introduction, and that in itself became this standalone story. Hope you enjoy, like I said it is pretty different from my usual stuff.
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  16. Hello everyone, I was trying to find a video that I had seen a long time ago (2018/2019 I think), but which I can no longer find I remember it was a road trip, with a man driving, and two girls in the back. The two girls often had to pee, we see them stopping outside several times. I remember that at least one of the two girls was in a skirt. Does anyone know what video this is? Thank you in advance and good day !
  17. Hi guys I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing. Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well. She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing. Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake. Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before. Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her. It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit. With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process. Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.” In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure. Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great. Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly. She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.” There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag. That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her. Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile. Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.” Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message: “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules: - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉) - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8 - Bring a sixpack of beer Looking forward to it! -A Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.
  18. NOTE: I've been lurking on this forum for years and I thought finally I'd contribute something. This story has been stuck in my brain for a while now, so I thought I'd get it out. If a snarky older Crime Lesbian OC bullying a Intrepid Young Reporter is your cup of tea, come on down! WARNINGS: I feel like I should flag that this definitely has a dubconny vibe, though it probably won't end up that way. also features plenty of desperation and teasing but probably won't end in wetting, since that's not my bag. But I have an equally fun (at least imo) ending planned. Eagle-eyed readers may be able to guess what. 🙂 This is my first ever omo writing so please be gentle! If you like it lmk and hopefully that will encourage me to get around to writing Part 2. -- Oh, sure, stick the 45-year-old woman on babysitting duty. Surely she must have maternal instinct coming out of her eyeballs. It makes Jo sick. “Hey, quit rattling around over there,” she calls to the hostage chained to the pipe in the corner of the small, damp basement, without bothering to look up. She’s got her foot in her lap and is busy digging a pebble out of her boot with her switchblade. “Unless you want me to use this on you instead.” “In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly comfortable,” comes the predictably snarky response. Jo rolls her eyes to herself. What a little smartass this one is. Not to mention a pain in the ass. Jo would be glad the patrol team had finally managed to catch Little Miss Investigative Journalist snooping around the facility–finally an end to all of the friggin' meddling–if it hadn’t somehow become HER job to keep an eye on her until the Boss showed up to deal with her. That imperious bitch was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago. As a loyal and high-ranking lackey, Jo is downright insulted. Not to mention bored to tears. She would have brought a book of crossword puzzles or something if she’d known. The sound of metal clanking against metal again, handcuff on pipe. The little idiot better not be making some escape attempt. She turns on the girl, growls out, “What the fuck did I just say?” Not a girl, technically, in her mid-twenties, thoughbut from Jo’s perspective she might as well be a fetus. Olive-skinned and full-figured, just a little baby fat still in her cheeks, with big, brown, angelic-goody-two-shoes eyes and curly hair is held back in a neat ponytail. She's wearing dark, form-fitting clothes and sneakers, which must be her Sneaking Around Where She Isn’t Wanted outfit. She’d be cute, Jo admits, if she weren’t such a smart-mouthed thorn in their side. The kid is handcuffed to a pipe on the low ceiling, arms stretched up over her head. The clanking appears to be due to the way she’s currently shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Aw, are the great Carmen Flores’s feet getting tired? Well that’s just too damn bad. “You know, I'd be a lot more scared of you if it weren't obvious you're not going to hurt me,” Carmen says. “You clearly don't have permission, or you would have by now.” She says it all brave and defiantly, like the Plucky Heroine she clearly thinks she is. Which is pretty adorable, considering she’s all helpless and strung-up, looking about as intimidating as a kitten. “Try me,” Jo returns. “I’ve got a short fucking temper.” But she's right, of course. The order came straight from the top: bring her to me unharmed. Jo can't even rough the kid up a little. Booo-ring. “I need to pee,” Carmen blurts out. It’s so out of left field that Jo is stunned into silence for a couple seconds. Carmen looks like she’s trying very hard not to look embarrassed. Jo gives her a quick onceover. The tension in her body, the little shifting movements of her hips: it’s obvious she’s telling the truth. So that’s what all the fidgeting is about. Great. Another chore. Prisoner bathroom breaks are tedious and disgusting. Detaching the person from whatever they’re chained to, leading them over to the revolting bucket in the corner, holding the person up so they can squat in handcuffs or (shudder) holding their dick for them, wiping for them if need be… Ugh. “Hello?” Carmen says. Like Jo is deaf, or an idiot. Jo feels irritation prickle on her skin. “I’m saying, you need to unchain me. So I can take care of it.” She rushes over the last words a bit, but sounds no less demanding. Listen to that. Bossy. Sounds like Little Miss Journalism Degree thinks she’s in charge. Sounds like she’s used to being in charge. In that split second, Jo makes a decision. A decision largely motivated by spite and boredom. Like most of her decisions are. “Oh. Is that what I need to do?” she asks, pleasantly, and gives Carmen a smile. “If you don’t want a mess to clean up,” Carmen says, like Jo must be a real dullard to not get that. “Nah, I’m not on the cleanup crew,” Jo says. “I’m generally the one who makes the messes.” She lifts her boot back into her lap and gets comfortable, flicks open her switchblade and returns to levering out the little stone embedded in the rubber sole. “But either way, ‘fraid I can’t unchain you, sweetheart. Against protocol. You might try and escape.” She’s bullshitting, of course. There is no fucking protocol. Carmen gives a short little step from one foot to the other. Looks like it’s getting a little urgent. Maybe it’s been getting urgent for a while. “Your protocol doesn’t allow for human biology? That’s stupid.” Ooh, someone’s snippy. Jo shrugs. She’s almost worked the pebble out. “You can always try and wait till the Boss gets here. She might give the green light. Though who knows how much longer she’ll be.” The pebble finally pops free, and Jo triumphantly sends it clattering to the floor. Then she glances back up at Carmen and smiles again. “Or I guess I could find a bottle to hold up for you. If you ask nicely.” She’s betting that Little Miss Snootypants will balk at that suggestion, and it looks like she’s on the money. “Ew,” Carmen says flatly, sarcastically. But she’s also blushing. Jo shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She leans back in her chair, puts her hands behind her head and her feet up on the bucket she’d dragged over earlier. Nice and comfortable. Ready for the long haul. Carmen is staring hard back at her, like she’s trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. Then her big eyes blink and her jaw seems to set with determination. “Fine,” she says, almost managing to sound casual about it. “I’ll wait for her. I’m sure she’ll be interested to learn how you’ve been treating her guest.” Jo beams back at her. “Fine,” she echoes agreeably. The Boss is a stickler for hospitality, it’s true, but technically Jo isn’t disobeying orders. She’s not laying a hand on the kid. Just messing with her a little. ‘Til the Boss gets here, or she gets bored. Besides, the Boss knows perfectly well by now that this is what happens when you leave Jo alone and bored with a victim. Especially if the victim is sorta cute, and has it coming. Carmen’s lips press together, in what seems to be both resignation and concentration. She stops shifting, stands up a bit straighter, refusing to meet Jo’s gaze. That's fine. Jo has all the time in the world. She pulls out her phone, starts scrolling to pass the time, alternating between that and occasional glances up at the developing situation before her. It doesn’t take long for the kid’s forced composure to falter. Ten minutes, and she’s starting to shift around again. Ten more, and her shapely thighs are squeezing rhythmically against each other, her eyes shut and her expression slightly pinched. “Getting pretty bad, huh?” Jo calls, breaking the silence. Carmen’s big eyes blink open, and embarrassment flashes on her face before she can hide it, as if she’d been startled out of a trance of discomfort, hadn’t realized just how openly she’s been dancing. She looks away and doesn’t say anything, refusing to give Jo the satisfaction of a response. “What’d you have to drink, anyways?” Jo asks. No answer. Well, that’s no fun. Jo swings her feet down from the bucket and gets to her feet. The kid’s backpack, confiscated from her and searched when she’d been caught, is sitting against the far wall. Jo walks over to it and kneels down. The sound of the zipper gets Carmen’s attention. “Hey!” she protests uselessly. “Stay out of there!” Jo ignores her, of course. First thing she pulls out is a notebook, one of those college-ruled black and white composition ones. She opens it, flips through the pages, one eyebrow creeping up incredulously. “4:30am: no movement. 5am: shift change. 5:30am: no movement. Jesus Christ, you don’t have much of a life, do you, kid?” “It’s called a stakeout,” Carmen replies, through slightly gritted teeth, though whether it’s due to her private notes being perused or the mounting pressure in her bladder is unclear. “There’s a lot of waiting around while nothing happens.” “Gee, is that how stakeouts work?” Please. Jo has been going on stakeouts longer than this little twerp has been alive. She pulls out a pair of gloves next, then what looks like a Geiger counter, then a tape measure. “Look at this. The Girl Scout comes prepared.” “Care to comment on why the radiation levels in this compound are twice the legal limit?” Carmen replies, managing to sound as smug as someone experiencing a dire need to empty their bladder can possibly sound. One of her legs is now crossed tightly behind the other. “Sure. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ Feel free to quote me.” Jo reaches back into the bag. This time she pulls out a thermos. A big one. Empty, by the feel of it. “Aha,” she says triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She unscrews the top; empty as she suspected, but when she sniffs the opening there’s a telltale earthy scent. “Coffee?” She barks out a short laugh. “No wonder you’re tying yourself in knots over there.” Carmen looks like she wants to protest that no, she’s not. Except she definitely kinda is. And she’s definitely blushing again now that she’s been called out on it. She opts for stubborn silence. Jo rises to her feet, thermos in hand, walks over to Carmen. “Rookie mistake, sweetheart,” she says, wagging the empty container directly in her face. “Here’s a tip about stakeouts. Don’t drink a gallon of caffeine if you don’t have a plan for where you’re going to put it later.” “I was planning to put it back into the fucking thermos,” Carmen snaps back. Ooh, swearing, she must be really worked up. “Until your goons came along and…” She cuts herself off, realizing too late what she’s admitting to. But the damage is done. “Caught you with your pants down?” Jo asks, grinning. This is great. “No.” Carmen is glowing redder than a Christmas tree ornament, and also looking at Jo like she can’t believe a woman her age is such a juvenile prick. Jo gets that a lot. Might as well lean in. Jo looks down at the thermos in her hands, gives a thoughtful hum. “It’s too bad you didn’t get the chance to piss before we nabbed you, really,” she remarks, casually. “All that coffee. You must be bursting.” Carmen’s breath seems to stutter. She’s starting to look a little sweaty. “Thanks for your concern,” she says, stiffly. “Bet you could fill this thing all the way back up,” Jo goes on, cheerfully. The teasing comes naturally to her; she’s always been good at winding people up. “And then some, huh? Wouldn’t that be a relief. I could even hold it up for you like I said.” Carmen’s eyes dart to Jo’s face. There’s a glint of desperation in them that Jo knows well from prior experience. Her resolve is starting to falter. She’s actually considering asking for the thermos. Subjecting herself to humiliation to get the relief her body craves. And isn’t that a little delicious. Almost as delicious as the urgent discomfort creasing that sweet, youthful face, the way her hands are clenching and twisting in their bonds over her head, how those curvy legs can’t seem to wrap themselves around each other tightly enough. It’s possible Jo is enjoying this a little too much. Well, plenty of time to unpack that later. She lets the hand with the thermos drop down to her side. “I mean, not that I’m going to,” she says nonchalantly, returning to Carmen's bag and dropping the thermos back inside. Then she heads back to her chair and drops back down into it. “You being such a little amateur and all, you’d probably miss and pee all over yourself, and then I’d have to smell it. “Besides, Boss should be here any minute now. You can make it till then. Right?” Carmen’s breathing is shallow. She gives a little curtsy. “Right,” she responds through her teeth, though it’s clear she's speaking out of nothing but sheer, stubborn pride. Jo sits back again and smiles. And to think of how impatient she’d been earlier. The Boss can take all the time she needs.
  19. Hey all, this is my first story on here - I've been writing these for years but never posted. I have a few of them backed up and will probably drop them all in here in the next few days, and just delete them if it doesn't go well. For a first story, this one is pretty far off the rails. Heavily influenced by Infinite Jest (almost called this story Infinite Desp lol), it's set in a near future with dystopic hypercapitalist vibes - AI implants, invasive advertising, pervasive loneliness, climate change, etc. Anyway, here goes nothing - open to feedback from the many great writers on here. ---- "Congratulations to the 2083 Met Life Kraft-Heinz New York Yankees on their win tonight, brought to you by JP Morgan Prixe-Rite subprime mortgage securities!" Megan's ocular implants lit up as she looked across the stadium, creating for her and all others watching a 75-foot Aaron Judge (in his prime, they must have taken the reference footage for the AI model 50 years ago) who smiled and waved at the crowd from the middle of the diamond at Yankee Stadium, and then spoke in a booming voice that blared both through the speakers and their personal auditory interfaces. “Thank you all for being here tonight! Go Yankees and always remember to use the fresh scented Crest Ultra White strips!” The monolithic hologram faded out, and Megan turned back to her friend Clara in their very real bleacher seats. “This was amazing, I’ve never attended a physical baseball game before! I'd only heard stories from my grandparents. Crazy they’ve kept this old school stadium standing for this long.” Clara downed the last of her beer and began to stand. "I mean not really standing - they had to move it to the Pennsylvania waterfront after the original Manhattan flooded obviously. I did a VR scuba diving tour of original Manhattan the other day, highly recommend." Megan agreed, her head nodding and shaking her blonde curls. “Sounds super cool. Hey, can we head to the bathroom before we head out?" "Sure, I have to go too." Clara agreed. Megan followed her friend, holding her hand to keep close. When was the last time they'd seen each other in person? When was the last time she'd seen any of her friends in person, truly? It was getting harder to distinguish between her online VR worlds and in-person experiences at this point. But physically seeing Clara felt right - not to mention she looked amazing tonight. Megan allowed her vision to rest on the swing of Clara's hips and shapely butt in her tight jeans as they weaved through the crowed together, enjoying the warmth of her hand, remembering what it felt like to touch her so many years ago. Part of her had never gotten over Clara since the "thing" they had back in college…was it even a thing? Would Clara still even remember, or care? It had been so long since she actually touched someone… The pair wound their way through the stadium, a sea of holograms and assisted-reality advertisements from a hundred different vendors assailing their senses, beamed from the cloud directly into their eyes and ears. At the bathroom, a line snaked its way out the door. As expected. Truth be told, Megan had needed to pee badly for the last 3 innings, and had been making a valiant effort to retain her composure in front of her friend. She wasn't used to in-person events; nobody was these days. She could always just pee at home during every other VR concert and game! If that even happened - bio-enhanced organic systems everyone had installed these days meant she had tremendous holding capacity, usually needing to pee once a day at most. She certainly hadn't even thought about it before coming here. Meg turned to her long-time friend. "Ugh, this line. I really have to go…" "Yeah, me too. Those beers were insane - have you ever even seen ones like that?" Clara was subtly tapping her sandal on the concrete. Meg shifted her weight from one foot to the other at the end of the line. "So remember how NYC put those regulations in place during the Ocasio-Cortez administration, where it's illegal to have more than like 1 unit of alcohol in a single drink? Apparently the Yankees lobbied for some loophole where they can sell "historical reenactment" beers from the size they had in the 2020s."| "Great way to sell a 30oz Coors Lite for $59!" Clara laughed nervously, obviously trying to distract herself. "Hah, true. But did we really have to have 3 each??" "Well I didn't regret it until now…" Megan's ocular interface lit up with a new notification. "Hey bestie?" It was the voice of Aileen, the omnipresent AI companion automatically installed in billions of humans' neural implants when the Meta-Perdue merger completed in 2076. I thought I told you not to call me that. Megan aimed her thoughts at the little avatar in the corner of her vision, in her case a spritely young woman algorithmically designed to elicit feelings of friendship based on her psych profile. She felt no such warm fuzzies right now. "Understood. Ok, so. Warning. You probably noticed, but you'll need to pee soon. Here are your current stats brought to you by Pfizer: Urinary bladder approaching capacity limit. 11.3% capacity remaining. Current retained volume, 2,721 milliliters. Estimated time to maximum fullness, 21 minutes." Yeah, I noticed. Megan shot back to the interface in her thoughts, brushing the block of written stats off her vision. Actually, have I even peed at all today? "You have not urinated since 7:06pm yesterday evening. Roughly 27 hours. Significantly longer than your average interval of 19h 7m." Damn. Ok. But we're gonna be in this line for a while, like probably more than 21 minutes. Can you do anything about it? “Capacity increase firmware upgrades are available in the Pfizer App Store. You're already on a Silver tier organ subscription with 3,000ml recommended capacity - upgrade your subscription to the Gold plan for this organ for an additional 11,500 credits per month?” More than my entire weekly UBI salary, got it. Obviously not. Thanks. You've been a huge help. "Of course, bestie." The line crawled, and as over 15 minutes passed Megan watched the remaining space in her bladder, expressed as a battery-like bar at the bottom right corner of her vision, decrease steadily. This had escalated to full-scale desperation, and quickly. The organ upgrades she'd gotten were a hell of a lot better than the old days - at 3 liters capacity it was super rare she, or anyone, ever got caught short anymore. But now she could hardly stand still, crossing and recrossing her legs furiously, doing her best not to hold her crotch in front of the huge crowd of women. "Warning: Urinary bladder approaching capacity limit. 2.1% capacity remaining. Current retained volume, 2,937 milliliters. Estimated time to maximum fullness, 3 minutes." Make it stop! Am I allowed to like, shut down my kidneys for like 5 minutes or like lock my bladder or something? She asked the AI frantically, only half-joking. "Hm…I certainly could, given my law enforcement protocols can terminate any of your major biological or neural systems instantly upon police order. But obviously I don't have one of those orders right now. Do you want me to request a warrant from the NYPD to shut down your vital organs? They are extremely easy to obtain, they seem to love giving them out. However just as a warning, this would carry a high risk of mortality." What? Jesus Christ, you can really do that? No! "Ok, understood. As you were. Maximum fullness in 2 minutes, 30 seconds." I know, I know. God damn it. "Hey Clar?" "Yeah Meg?" "Would you mind… if I went ahead of you?" Meg saw a flash of worry dart across Clara's eyes - or was that excitement? - before she snapped out of it and acquiesced. "Sure, if you really have to go. Just keep it quick! I just got this thing installed, let's check my numbers… Ok yeah I'm at like 80%. You?" "99%!" "Wow ok yeah. Go ahead!" "Thanks, Clar." She gave her friend's hand another squeeze in gratitude as she moved nervously in front of her friend, now mercifully at the front of the line. Another 2 minutes passed, and Megan was seriously worried about reaching her limit, doing everything she could to execute a full-on pee dance as subtly as possible. Finally, with moments to spare, the woman in the stall in front of her exited, the door automatically closing behind her. Rushing to the door, she ripped open the top button of her jeans with one hand and yanked the handle with the other. Finally! But to her horror, the door didn't budge. She yanked again, harder. Nothing. What?? Open! An AR screen sparked into existence on the front of the stall door- a boxy error warning. A salesy male voice piped into her ears, reading aloud the huge block letters now superimposed on the front of the stall: "Welcome to Yankee Stadium! This restroom is for Yankee Flow+ Premium Subscribers only. To enter, please upgrade your subscription to Yankee Flow+ Premium, or visit the free-to-use facilities on the basement floor." Jesus fucking christ. Fine. Upgrade! Hopping back and forth and grinding her thighs together with as much composure as she could muster, Megan watched the clunky user interface process her credit card information, run a background credit score check, and intake her biometric profile info. Behind her, another woman, openly holding herself, called out in frustration - "Could you hurry up!? Some of us really have to go!" "I'm trying!!" Hurry the fuck up, she implored the AI systems. "Payment accepted. Thank you for joining Yankees Flow+ Premium." To her immense relief, the door opened. At the mere sight of the toilet, her body released a huge spurt of pee into her underwear that flooded her crotch with warmth - the bladder meter inched upward the tiniest amount. Less than 1% remaining capacity. Thank god, she was going to make it just in time! Rushing into the stall and slamming the door shut, she pulled down her jeans and panties to just above her knees, now in the floor-to-ceiling stall free to pee dance frantically. Desperate, half naked, and ready to pee, Megan yanked on the closed lid. It was locked closed! Over the toilet, a new screen appeared: "Thanks for being a Yankees Flow+ Premium Subscriber. Before using the facilities, a quick word from our sponsors!" To Megan's absolute astonishment, she watched 3 pre-roll ads appear on the screen in front of her, 30 seconds each. Aileen popped up, superimposed as if standing on the toilet paper dispenser: "Hey Megan, another warning: Maximum capacity has been reached. Your bladder will automatically void in 10 seconds." Override! She gritted her teeth. "Ok, but just as a warning you don't get an unlimited number of those. Override accepted. Voiding in 90 seconds." Megan found herself in an incredible state: her jeans and underwear pulled over her butt and halfway down her thighs, gripping her neatly shaved pussy tightly with two hands, bending and stepping and dancing in place in front of the locked toilet as the ads crept by. The crawling medical ads were a horrible blur, interminable. She could barely see straight through the intensity of her desperation. Aileen chimed incessantly: "Maximum bladder capacity exceeded. Current retained volume 102% of established maximum capacity. New maximum retained volume reached. Maximum available volume metric will be updated: 3,060 ml. This will represent 100% available retained volume moving forward." Wait, wait, wait. Aileen, are you saying this is literally the most I've ever held before in my entire life? She winced as another wave hit her, the flood just beneath her fingertips. Two ads down, one to go. "Correct, this is the most you have ever held. Would you like to view your historical lifetime urination records?" No. Please. I will piss myself if you show me that. Do not show me stats or videos of me peeing. Please do not do that. "Yes? Ok! Pulling up the statistics and ocular footage." Her eyesight suddenly filled with a mosaic of twenty or more videos, ocular memory recordings filmed through her own eyes, of all the most desperate moments of her adult life, each with accompanying bladder gauges and stats. In each one she gripped her crotch for dear life, glanced around frantically for a place to pee, or watched between her legs as huge desperate streams of pee surged out her body into various toilets, forests, parking lots, alleyways, containers, pants, dresses, swimsuits, and underwear. In real life she hopped in place miserably, her fingers wet, now barely able to see if the still-running ads in front of her were even done yet to let her finally pee. Make it stop… "Glad you're enjoying your footage! Here are your historical statistics. Before today, the furthest past your limit you've ever gone - your largest retained volume expressed as a percentage of total available capacity- was from before your biometric enhancements, in February 2079 when you reached 117% of your natural bladder capacity and urinated 1,634ml into a storm drain off Bourbon Street in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. You have no active memory of this due to alcohol consumption, but here's the ocular footage at the top right of your screen. Before that, your largest one-time voided volume was 1,462ml during your 2077 road trip to Vermont, behind a blue spruce tree off Interstate 89, seen here at top center. This would have been your largest single voided amount of all time had you not lost 13% into your pants in the passenger seat 11 minutes beforehand, shown below. Since your enhancements, your maximum held volume was 2,815ml after the Taylor Swift 50-Year Reunion concert when the Brooklyn-bound L train was seriously delayed underground. As you know, this resulted in another incident of public urination which affected nearly 50 square feet of a Bushwick sidewalk, shown at bottom left, from which your social credit score has yet to recover. Previous to that, in 2071 when your college sexual partner Clara requested that you hold it for as long as you could and urinate on her…" Stop reminding me of all the times I had to pee!! "I'm just answering your questions, Meg." Make the videos go away before I piss myself! The videos snapped out of existence, and to her delight she saw that the ads had just now finished, and the lid was automatically lifting. Thank god! Before the lid was even all the way open, she heaved herself onto the seat, sighing in relief at even the proximity to release. She sat for a moment, eyes closed, relaxed, awaiting the familiar bursting of floodgates and hissing sound. But nothing happened. Her muscles suddenly felt locked, numb, immovable. She pushed, but all that did was spike the pressure in her bladder to unbearable levels. She gasped. Nothing! After all that, the system still wasn't letting her pee! Bouncing her feet on the tiled floor in utmost desperation, she whined in frustration. Aileen, what the FUCK!? "One moment. So sorry bestie. I believe there's been an organ-appliance integration error." Integration error?? Let me fucking pee! "Investigating." Squirming miserably on the seat, Megan couldn't believe her misfortune, watching the spinning loading icon at the forefront of her vision rotate lazily. Two hands buried in her naked crotch, doubled over on the toilet, her long curly hair cascading over her frantically bouncing knees. "Megan, I can confirm now that there is an integration error. Your Pfizer organ system firmware is not compatible with this appliance. Remember when you told me to skip that mandatory upgrade last week? To use this or any toilet, you'll need to upgrade your firmware via your embedded UpLink device. File size: 6.2TB - estimated installation time 6 hours." What?! No, you just told me I'm literally the most desperate I've been in my entire life, you know I absolutely need to pee right now!! "Upgrade, or cancel session?" Can I pee without upgrading? "No alternative options are currently available." No, no, no, you have to help! "Your maximum allotted time using this appliance has been exceeded. Session canceled." A new screen appeared on the inside of the stall door. "Thank you for using Yankee Flow+ Premium. Please exit and follow the lighted signs. Door opening in 5. 4. 3. 2.." "Shit!" She yelped out loud, just barely yanking up her pants over her bulging bladder before the door popped open. Clara waited just outside, her face turning to bewilderment upon seeing Megan's devastated state. "Meg, are you ok?" "No. I'm not ok. We need to go. Now." "Can you wait? I really, really have to pee…" "Clara. No. we need to go. Right now." She yanked her friend by the hand, pulling her out of line. Clara whined in protest, stealing a quick grab at her crotch. Sensors in Megan's vision now blared constantly, the maximum retained volume reaching adjusting itself a new historic maximum every few seconds. "Current retained volume 125% of historic maximum. New 100% set. Bladder capacity past maximum. Voiding in 10 seconds. " Override. Override. Override!! "Override accepted. 2 remaining overrides today." Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Meg, what happened in there?" Clara asked. "The Pfizer integration didn't work. It didn't let me pee. I feel like I'm going to explode." Megan could barely look at her friend as she pulled her by the hand down the crowded ramps and stairs of the stadium, sweating, jeans still unbuttoned under her baggy Yankees jersey, tight around her enormously bulging bladder. The labyrinth of massive hallways and staircases was jam packed with humanity, and exodus to the bottom floor took them another agonizing 15 minutes. Sweat stood out on Megan's forehead. Clara was now visibly desperate too, and Meg was down to her last override. Finally, the ground floor. Megan saw her last hope extinguished: they passed the line for the free bathrooms where there must have been a hundred women in various states of urgency. Absolutely not an option. They rushed past toward the exit. Megan’s metrics spiraled upward faster than ever before, climbing past 136% as they hustled past the door of the bathroom. "Megan, you are nearly exceeding medically advisable limits for your bladder." Shut the fuck up Aileen! Clara tried to be helpful. "Can you update your firmware to get more capacity? I had to do that once in an emergency." They reached the chaotic parking lot, a coral reef of swarming ads and holograms from bootleg vendors. "Aileen says the upgrade would take 6 hours. I think I would physically explode before that. We have to get out of here." Clara now had one hand glued into her crotch - the beers must be really catching up to her too, Megan thought. "Can we maybe find a place to pee in an alley or behind the stadium or something? My meter is at like 5% remaining," Clara whined. "No fucking way - the law enforcement override would lock our bladders if we tried to pop a squat in public, or worse, call the drone cops on us." Right, Aileen? "Correct - penalties for public urination can exceed 50,000 credits in New York City, or a night in state confinement." Megan pulled up the rideshare app on her phone and called a self-driving vehicle, which appeared 3 torturous minutes later. Another enormous spurt exited her body involuntarily. "How far is your apartment?" Clara asked. "Maybe like 15 minutes." "But I'm at 98%, I can't hold it!" Clara exclaimed. "Clara, trust me. I'm holding on as hard as I can, manually. If I had let my software do what it wanted I would have wet myself 35 minutes ago. I'm literally at 145% right now. We just have to try." Clara went silent at the unfathomably high statistic, and her eyes went wide as they flitted down to see her friend's distended abdomen. All of Megan's sirens were blaring at her as the pair heaped into the driverless spherical pod, barely wide enough for both their hips. Aileen's omnipresent voice popped into Megan's churning consciousness yet again. "Your maximum allowable capacity increase has been reached. Pfizer warranty-mandated non-overridable voiding will begin in 90 seconds. Failure to comply with mandatory voiding could result in negative impacts to your social credit score and health insurance." NO! We'll be home in 15 minutes! I have one more override, please let me use it, please!! "Megan, I am not authorized to do that. Maximum capacity exceeded. 150% capacity. Volume retained 4,500ml. Override denied. Voiding in 20 seconds." Aileen, I *need* you to override this. You can't let this happen! "Megan, you've exceeded the medically allowable limits for your system and risk voiding the warranty on your installed hardware. Override denied." Fuck! The car doors closed behind them, instantly silencing the chaotic noise of the stadium, and they found themselves cramped into the all-white synthetic and glass interior of the tiny steering-wheel-free pod, which whirred to life and began lurching them into traffic. The front windshield, a single panel of glass, lit up with a barrage of AR ads. "Clara, I have some bad news. It's not going to let me override anymore." Her bladder was unbearable now, throbbing with every heartbeat, expanded unimaginably past its limits, bulging against her waistband even with her pants widely unbuttoned, the elastic of her underwear digging into her stretched skin. "What do you mean??" Clara was now openly holding herself. "I mean it's saying it's going to make me pee in the next 20 seconds no matter what," Megan admitted miserably, both hands buried into her crotch inside her unzipped jeans. "I'm fighting it as hard as I can right now but it's going to manually override and force me to pee." "Is that allowed in a car? What happens if you do that?" "How should I know! Who's gonna win, Uber or Pfizer? We're about to find out!" The blaring notifications in her vision ticked down toward zero, completely beyond her control. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…" "Clara, I'm sorry…." There was no time left. In a flash, she pulled both her shoes off and barked a command at the pod itself. "Car! Lights down, one-way glass on!" The car's overhead lights darkened, leaving only the glow of the 50+ advertisements across the face of the windshield, and the glass clouded - they could see out, but nobody could see in. Now in relative privacy but for Clara, Megan tore at her pants, pulling them over her hips and butt with one hand, still holding her pussy fiercely with the other so she didn't pee uncontrollably before her pants were out of the way. "4, 3,…" To her right, she saw Clara look away, noticing that she too was now unbuttoning her jeans. But Megan was too distracted to focus on that right now. "Voiding in 2 seconds…." She needed both hands. She ripped down her pants at the expense of giving up her grip on her pussy, losing a huge spurt. "1 second…." One leg now fully out of her jeans and panties, now the other, pussy leaking uncontrollably onto the seat… "Voiding. " With milliseconds to spare she pulled her knees up to her chest and exploded. An absolute flood burst from her, jetting out of her body at unbelievable pressure and splashing powerfully against the glass wall of blinking ads. "Voiding in progress. " She hiked her feet up onto glass wall of the pod and emitted a deep groan of relief, her fully removed jeans in a bunch next to her on the edge of the seat. The pressure inside her was still almost unbearable as she watched the numbers tick down to 145%. She bore down, eyes closed, pissing even harder. To her right, Clara's voice, almost imperceptible under her breath: oh, my god. Opening her eyes to look over Megan was met with a shocking sight: Clara's bare ass and pussy, gushing piss onto the floor, at eye level with her no more than two feet away. Clara had taken her pants completely off and was crouching under the low ceiling in an awkward half-standing squat, turned away from Megan with one knee on the seat and the other foot on the floor. Megan couldn't help staring between her friend's legs, mesmerized. Light from the video wall glowed between Clara's parted legs, illuminating her pulsing stream with otherworldly colors. Quivering droplets of piss on her smooth pussy and inner thighs sparkled in dreamlike hues. "You had better not be looking right now." Clara's voice was muffled against the glass. "I'm not!" Megan lied, and blinked twice, bookmarking the optical video-memory for later. It took everything in her to not reach out and touch her. The car whipped along, throngs of fans and cars outside oblivious to the incredible scene unfolding within. Nearly a minute passed by, but Megan had barely dropped to 115%. Despite her thundering piss, Megan's bladder still felt fuller than ever before - and her interface confirmed that indeed it still was. Clara's bladder gently emptied to a trickle, and she gingerly climbed back into the seat and sat exhausted, not even bothering to replace her pants yet. "Oh, my, god…." Clara exhaled. "I feel so much better. You were at 145%!?" Clara hesitated for a second, then rested her hand on Megan's thigh. "I can't even imagine how you must feel right now." Megan looked over at her friend, and placed her hand over hers, feeling their combined warmth on her bare skin. Still hugging her knees to her chest and pissing with unfathomable force, and said, "Want to know something wild?" "What?" "I still have to piss *so fucking badly* right now." Clara couldn't help but release a laugh - absurd, shocking, impossible. Megan laughed too, sending her incredible stream shaking chaotically against the glass. It was true - the screen confirmed she still held more than 3,000ml inside her. But the insane pressure was starting to ease, and a huge, pleasurable feeling of relief was starting to well up from deep within her. "You're not kidding - look at your bladder still!" Before she could think, Megan pulled Clara's hand over from her thigh to her still-bulging bladder, allowed her to feel the tautness of her skin, its pressure as it slowly relaxed with each rising and falling breath. "Wow…" "If I remember from college, you, uh… don't really mind watching this, do you?" Clara dropped her gaze, blushing. "I mean, it's. You know." "Clara. It's ok. I… I like when you look. You know I was watching you too just now, right?" "Yeah," she smiled. "Yeah, I know." Two minutes passed - not a word spoken between them in the hermetically sealed silence of the pod, only the deafening hiss and percussion of Megan's never ending stream against the glass and her deepening sighs. Aileen chimed in again: "Safe limits reached. Retained volume 99%. Recommended option to cease urination until you reach a legally sanctioned receptacle." Fuck off, Aileen. Instead of stopping, Megan bore down on her stream anew, sending it even higher onto the wall, her piss cascading over the faces and logos of the incessant advertisements. The backs of her thighs and calves were soaked with ricochet. The car finally realized what was happening, and Aileen delivered the news. "Public urination detected. 10,000 social credits will be deducted for each of you. Your Uber memberships will be permanently canceled. Pfizer organ misuse penalties may apply…' Megan was past caring, still peeing for all she was worth, waves of blissful relief now radiating from her bladder and pussy and coursing throughout her entire body. Looking back at Clara, she caught her friend staring. "Hey. Now you're the one looking." "I just…can't believe how much you're still peeing." Clara's hand rubbed gently. Megan caught her eyes, held them. Tenderly grasping Clara's hand, she moved it just a bit further down, just above the roaring stream to where it was soft and wet and warm. "Remember how we used to…..?" Clara knew what to do. Feeling her touch, Megan moaned and her head lolled back toward the glass ceiling, eyes closed, LED glow flickering across her face, the torrent ceaseless, the relief and pleasure mounting toward overwhelming peaks. Hey Aileen? Megan thought between heaving breaths. "Yes, Megan." Shut down for 15 minutes. *_*_*_**_*_ Epilogue: 99.1%. 99.2%. 99.3% 5:13am, next morning. Megan watched the slowly climbing numbers in her vision. Why on earth would they make it so you can't pee during the bladder upgrade?? After the evening's events, Megan was determined for that to never happen again. Back in her own bathroom, her piss-soaked jeans strewn on the floor, relaxing in a searing-hot shower, she'd issued the verbal command to begin the massively expensive upgrade. 6 hours should be no problem while she slept, right? But she'd underestimated the lingering diuretic effects of the night's heavy drinking, and had been woken up by her second brutally full bladder of the night. Now naked in her bed, her sheets were strewn messily about from an hour's worth of tossing and turning as she struggled to find a comfortable position. 99.9%... Almost there. She stood up, groaning with the redoubled pressure from gravity, and hobbled across her bedroom to the bathroom, rubbing her swollen abdomen. "Upgrade complete." Finally. She sat…. She took a deep breath…. now in the safety of her own bathroom, she was going to savor this one. God, this is going to feel good. She began to breathe out, but her breath caught in her throat. No. Fucking. Way. "Hey bestie?…." WHAT. "So, the NYC behavioral regulatory body has ruled that given last night's public urination episode your bathroom access will be restricted. You are not able to use this or any appliance until their behavioral restriction has been lifted." What????! "Bathroom access will be re-instated at 12am midnight EST tonight. Current retained volume: 99%."
  20. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Bet you can guess who asked for this one! XD Oh man, I can't tell you guys how creative I thought this idea was --- it replicates a scene from one of the Sims expansions where your sim can encounter a shark while diving. They pee themselves in the game too! But look at him! That shark wouldn't hurt a fly --- he just wants to be a big, scary fishy! X] I had them color-coordinate their wet suits for added "adorable", lol. Thank you to StandH for this commission!
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