RedHatter76

May 18, 2017

For anyone who may have missed me, I've decided to host all my erotic fiction on Literotica, largely because my interests have diversified a bit. The peeing fetish is still important, but it's nowhere near the monopoly it once was. I've written a whole series of breastfeeding stories, and I've also written a couple stories about a family of women who have no qualms about masturbating or having sex in front of each other. In fact, that seems to be the common thread running through all of my fetishes, namely the manifestation of non-sexual relationships in unusually intimate ways that can easily take on unintentionally erotic overtones from an outsider's perspective. It often involves the habitual suspension of normal standards of privacy, often stemming from a kind of pragmatism towards sex or other bodily functions. For example, in one of my stories, a trio of sisters discover a taste for anal sex, but much of what makes it hot, at least for me, lies simply in how they'll do it in incidental eyeshot of each other without anyone caring at all.

Anyway, my most recent story is relevant to this site, so I thought I'd share it here. It brings together all my main fetishes (so there's plenty of peeing and pooping) and introduces my first unambiguously lesbian characters. It's about a Martian colony that develops very open standards of privacy due to the nature of the colonization process.

October 7, 2016

For anyone who's into pooping as well as peeing (or at least for whom the former won't ruin the latter), here's a story I wrote on Literotica that's basically my usual style, except of course that #2 is involved in addition to #1.

Nanobotic Toilets

February 20, 2016

For me, it's fancy or extreme poses (like in the post just above this one), or really anything that makes it way too obvious that the woman is putting on a show. Seriously, I don't need a dead-on view of her vagina and anus with her legs straight up. I'd much prefer a good view of a strong, solid stream as it hits whatever unorthodox thing she's peeing into or onto. It's always hotter when there's at least some decent pretense that she's breaking decorum for some other reason(s) and the eroticism of it is inadvertent.

January 24, 2016

Here's another one, this time bringing back the main character from my very first story!

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Looking back, it's amazing how nonchalant I've become about using the spare bed in my dorm for convenient self-relief. I deliberately peed on it out of desperation for the first time halfway through last semester, and it was an unexpectedly primal pleasure that I couldn't help but want more of. By the time the semester ended, I often soaked the bed more out of convenience than desperation, exhilarated by the relief itself, the warmth of the puddle, and the naughtiness of it all. As the following semester began, I was actually looking forward to having that freedom again after about three weeks at home with my family. I love my folks dearly, and the holidays were as great as they always are, but using the actual bathroom to pee had acquired a certain ennui to it that left me fantasizing more than once about going in my dorm.

When I returned to campus in January, my bladder wasted relatively little time in giving me reason to wet the bed. After three hours of putting my stuff back into place, my parents left to return home in good spirits, but all that work had made me hungry. So I cooked myself a quick bowl of canned pasta and raided my mini-fridge for some soda (I have very blue-collar tastes). It was barely over an hour before my bladder signaled that it was getting full, but I kept watching a random movie on Hulu until it grew urgent, which didn't take long. In just ten minutes, I started squirming ostensibly, but I endured only a minute or two at that stage before I swiveled my desk chair, stood up, and approached the unused bed, swiftly unfastening my jeans on the way. As I pulled the covers back and turned around, the urge intensified as if in anticipation, so I tore my jeans and panties down in a single hurried motion and had barely sat down before letting loose. I gasped as the warm flow started immediately and quickly swelled to my usual flood. I reveled in the feeling of my bladder deflating and a warm puddle spreading like wildfire and caressing my thighs, butt, and genitals. With already half-lidded eyes, I bit my lip and moaned loudly as I continued peeing into the mattress for about a minute or so, sighing in deep relief as the pressure dropped and the wet spot deepened. My already robust flow briefly swelled before I finally finished relieving myself. "Mm," I purred to myself, "it still feels greatǃ"

It would by no means be the last time. Before going to bed that night, I felt the urge again. This time, perhaps due to sleepiness, I didn't even bother turning around to sit down on the bed like a toilet. Instead, I yanked my pajama pants down to my shins and kneeled on it with spread thighs. I moaned softly as I instantly released a fierce torrent onto the bed, surprised at how pleasurable it still was despite not sitting in the puddle as it grew. The warmth in my crotch as the pee kept flowing out was enough by itself to elicit multiple satisfied moans from me over the course of another minute or so, and of course, releasing all that built-up pressure always feels incredibly soothing. When my bladder was empty at last, I lazily climbed off the bed, pulled my PJ pants back up, and crawled into my own bed for sleeping.

This is not to say that I never acted out of desperation. In fact, in a way, peeing on the bed after being really desperate was even a bit more enthralling. On one day in particular, an unexpected and rather long conversation with a professor of mine left me arriving home later than usual, and I was squirming so hard by the time I reached the door that I kept having to pause the process of unlocking the door just to massage my bursting crotch. As soon as it opened, I rushed in, and it hadn't even swung completely closed again before I unzipped my jeans and ripped the button loose. I was practically panting as I lowered them to my shins along with my panties, tore back the covers again, and let a fierce stream of pee erupt from my vagina even before my butt was fully planted on the mattress. I let out a long sigh as the pressure deflated rapidly and a huge puddle formed around me within mere seconds. "Oh, that feels so much betterǃ" I breathed heavily as my flood finally dwindled after almost two minutes.

The next time I was that desperate, however, would take things to a whole new level. This time, it was my darn willingness to help my fellow students that left me leaving class later than usual, and I rushed home whining and groaning but also eager to unleash it all on my spare bed again. My heart sank, however, when I heard the familiar sounds of the fire alarm as I approached my building. "Are you kidding me?ǃ" I cried in frustration as the crowds of students pouring out of the dorms at the direction of the RAs confirmed that I had arrived at the start of a random fire drillǃ "Is this really necessary?" I grumbled to myself. "If there's an actual fire, it won't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they need to get the hell outǃ"

I promptly pulled up along the sidewalk in front of the complex within earshot of the nearest RA and shouted, "Hey, I really gotta peeǃ Can I at least get into the commons?"

I groaned when the RA shook his head. "I can't let anyone into any part of the complex during a drill. Sorry. It'll just be about five or ten minutes anyway."

I may not have five or ten minutes, dipwadǃ I whined and massaged my crotch, which renewed its signals of urgency almost as if in protest to the RA's words. As I did so, I noticed an athletic Asian girl apparently returning from a routine jog. She slowed as she reached me. "Fire drill?"

"Yep," I confirmed begrudgingly. "And damn it, I gotta pee so badǃ" I figured there was no point to discretion, given how my desperation left me no choice but to display some really obvious body language. I was still holding my crotch as I crossed my legs sidelong on the seat of my moped and visibly rocked my torso back and forth. I puckered my lips and hissed, and my companion gave me a sympathetic look. I was literally bursting by now, and my eyes started darting around the yard. "At this point I'd happily piss on the grass if I could find enough privacy somewhereǃ"

The jogger bit her lip and stepped closer to talk to me a bit more privately. "If you're that desperate, you can go in my car if you want."

I blinked, so shocked that I almost forgot my predicament for a split second. "What?"

"I know it sounds weird and maybe gross," she hastened to add, "but seriously, I have an awesome cleaner that makes it very easy and quick to clean things up in there,…and I speak from experience." She gave me a pointed look with that last clause, making it clear that she'd actually peed in her own car before. "I swear, I don't mind at all. You just look so miserable, and my car is right here."

I groaned. Even though I still couldn't quite believe what I was hearing, it was still tempting enough already, but when I saw that the vehicle she pointed out was a tantalizing mere couple of feet from where I sat on my moped, it almost did me in. I searched her face for any sign that she wasn't earnest and found none, but as a sudden swell in my desperation almost had me wetting my pants right then and there, I decided the brief scrutiny would have to be enough. "Open itǃ"

She wasted no time in approaching her car, unlocking it with a remote from her pocket, and opening the front passenger door. I braced myself and rose from my moped, striding as fast as I dared towards the vehicle. "Just let loose on the seat," my savior said as I climbed in. "It'll feel great, trust me."

Her confidence finally convinced me that it really was okay, and she had barely closed the door before I hastily unfastened my jeans and tore them down along with my panties. Collapsing onto the seat, my lingering hesitation managed to last hardly a second before I exploded with a loud gasp. I gripped the handle on the upper interior edge of the door and just gaped through half-lidded eyes as the immensely relieved sensation of an urgently emptying bladder overtook my entire lower abdomen, with warmth pooling at my crotch and spreading at incredible speed around my butt and thighs. I let out a long half-moan/half-sigh as I kept peeing uncontrollably into the fabric for at least a minute and a half. A subsequent moan turned into another audible gasp as I released the final burst and finished with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Despite my companion's prior assurances, I still felt a little embarrassed as I signaled to her that I was done. Nevertheless, I was so relieved that I barely cared as she climbed into the driver's seat in clear eyeshot of my naked privates and huge wet spot. She actually looked impressed. "Holy crapǃ You must've had to pee like a racehorseǃ" she said as she pulled what looked like an aerosol can out of the glove compartment. "Pull your pants back up and either climb out or climb into the back if you feel that would be more discrete."

I chose the latter option and watched in what quickly became awe as a simple spraying and wiping procedure had the seat looking as good as new within a mere couple of minutes. "Wowǃ" I said as I dared to touch the seat only to discover that it was just barely damp. "You gotta tell me where you got that stuffǃ"

"No problem," she laughed. "I'm Kumiko, by the way."

"Ophelia," I responded in kind with a genuine smile. "Thank you so muchǃ I needed thatǃ I mean, I have to admit, I've peed on my bed before, but never in a carǃ"

She raised her eyebrow at my admission, but I could tell she was just amused and not at all disgusted. With that, we easily fell into conversation about our unusual peeing habits, to which I learned Kumiko was certainly no stranger. She, her twin sister, and their friends were actually bolder than I wasǃ We actually stayed in her car chatting a little while past the fire drill, after which she invited me into her dorm, since by then I didn't seem in any hurry to stop hearing about her unorthodox peeing adventures. It was an unexpected relief to find someone who also had some experience with naughty peeing. I even got to witness her nonchalance firsthand shortly before I finally left for my own room. Despite what I'd learned about her by then, I was still at least mildly surprised when, in the midst of our lively exchange, she casually dropped her jogging pants and panties right in front of me, squatted low to the floor, and just started peeing fiercely onto her own carpetǃ Kumiko spent about 90 seconds moaning softly as she emptied her bladder, leaving a very impressive wet spot on the rug.

January 10, 2016

Here's a rendering of Samantha. As you might guess, I have a bit of a thing for bangs, but the other half of my main quartet won't have them.

[GALLERY=media, 4927]Sam by RedHatter76 posted Jan 10, 2016 at 2:13 AM[/GALLERY]

January 9, 2016

Here's another one about dorm life, this time from Fiona's point of view. As in the last one, there is a breastfeeding scene at the end (and a brief recap about the first incident in the middle), but again, it's mostly just more casual and naughty peeing.

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I knew I would never forget my experience in Hatsu's van, but even I could not have anticipated that it would reverberate beyond that isolated incident. Therese and I were both hipster gamer-girls and actually quite shy until and unless we were placed before a computer or game console, so for us to be as brazen as to pee unabashedly onto a vehicle seat even once was remarkable. I suppose it helped that we were surrounded by friends who had done it before and were confident that both the mess itself and any consequent odors could be swiftly undone. After all, flouting decorum like that is much easier to do when the chances of judgment and permanent damage is reduced to practically nothing. Still, even though I invested in my own supply of my friends' cleaning solution, my plan was for it to be for emergency use.

That quickly began to change shortly after Theresa returned from a summer trip to Europe with a Nokushima twin, a cheerleader they'd met at school, and the cheerleader's younger sister. After meeting briefly at my house and introducing her to my family, she and I bundled our stuff into the bed of my red hand-me-down truck and began the long journey back to campus. We were halfway there when my mousy best friend asked, out of the blue, "Hey, I have to pee. Do you mind if I just go on the seat? I have Phleb in my purse."

I suppose it was really nothing new for either of us, but what did catch me a bit off guard was how casual she was about it, and yet, it was oddly amusing at the same time. "I have some in the glove compartment, too, so I don't see why not," I told her, "but we should be at a rest stop soon if you'd rather wait a bit."

She was already leaning back and unbuttoning her jeans as she shook her head. "Why bother?" She efficiently unzipped her pants, lowered them to her shins, and then brought her panties down with them. She sighed in relief as she sat back down and immediately started peeing on her seat, the speed at which her puddle spread testifying to the strength of her stream. "Mm," she purred as she finished after unabashedly relieving herself for just under a minute.

I chuckled. I still thought of upholstery-wetting as something of a last or perhaps semi-last resort, certainly not the first resort it seemed to have become for Theresa. Nonetheless, I was intrigued, enough so that a mere half-hour later, when I developed an urge of my own, I tried to hold it longer than Theresa did but still not as long as I otherwise would have. I had crossed my legs and begun to visibly squirm when I pulled into a gas station mainly just to yank my own pants and underwear to my ankles. With a laugh, Terri decided that we may as well fill the tank while we were there, so she pulled her pants up and got out just as my bare butt collapsed back onto the driver's seat. It took only a second or two for me to let loose, and while Terri pumped gas, I just leaned back and moaned in pleasure as the pressure dropped and my own quickly spreading puddle warmed my thighs and privates. It felt just as good as my first time in the Nokushima van! After a minute, I finally finished gushing pee and decided to clean both seats while Terri was still handling the gas transaction. My pants were up and the truck was as good as new by the time we left the station just a couple of minutes later.

The layout of our dorm is relatively simple. Our bunk bed is in one corner, with the lowest one at waist height to accommodate a large shared dresser of sorts built of transparent plastic cubbies that underneath it. Being the more athletic between the two of us, I sleep on top. Meanwhile, my desk occupies the slot created by the foot of our bunk bed and the corner formed with the facing wall, while Terri's lies across from her bed. Between that desk and the facing wall lies our futon, directly across from my desk, where my computer with its external monitor doubles as our joint gaming station. The door to our room is midway between our beds and Terri's desk.

As we brought in the stuff that we'd taken home with us for vacation and put it all back in place, we opted for a Sprite each to sweeten an otherwise dull couple hours of work. About halfway in, I was the first to be hit rather suddenly with a need to piss some of it back out. I briefly massaged my groin and almost headed for the bathroom when it occurred to me that this may be my chance to turn the tables on Terri, if only slightly. We had already brought some of our Phleb supply in, so I shrugged, dropped my pants right where I was, squatted low to the floor, and simply began peeing on the carpet. Without sitting in it, the puddle couldn't warm my legs and pelvis, and so it wasn't quite as pleasurable as it was in the van or truck, but even so, just letting go of it all still felt amazing enough to make me moan softly as I continued releasing my torrent onto the rug. When the flood was finally over, I stood up with a contented sigh and pulled my pants back up.

"Wow!" said a mildly surprised Terri gazing at the huge wet spot I'd made. "Did you really have to go that bad, or did you just decide not to bother going to the bathroom?"

"A little of both," I answered.

Despite my christening of the floor, Terri still ultimately outdid me that day with the bold way in which she christened our futon. About an hour after my self-relief, I noticed her squirming a bit, but she easily resolved to finish her task of organizing our game cartridges and hooking up our gaming console before attending to her nascent needs. She managed to finish, but not before she was clearly getting desperate, and the second we'd verified that everything was in working order, she hurried over to our futon, her jeans already opened up by the time she came to it, and tore both her pants and panties below her knees in a single motion. Instead of turning around and sitting on the futon, however, she quickly kneeled backwards on it with her knees spread wide, leaned forward a bit to rest her arms on the back, and practically exploded with a loud gasp. For almost two minutes, she peed like a horse onto the cushions, punctuating her deluge with long moans of relief. "Oh, I had to go so bad!" she declared. I wondered musingly if she and perhaps our friends who also have unusual peeing habits sometimes hold it longer than they have to just to render the final release even more spectacular and satisfying. If so, I didn't blame them. Terri was clearly enjoying herself!

From then on, there was no pretense that our dorm would be anything but a PWYS zone, much like Hatsu's van. We quickly worked out a few cleaning protocols that would ensure that no staff would ever make any embarrassing discoveries, such as making sure everything was clean if both of us were going to be gone for a while at the same time.

Speaking of our neighbors/friends, I thought I'd seen it all with my introduction to the PWYS lifestyle, but Samantha, the new student who was moving in with Kara, demonstrated something just as initially shocking when a desperate hot-pepper-induced emergency with the Nokushima twins prompted her to literally breastfeed them in order to soothe their inflamed mouths and throats. It made much more sense when her sister explained how the hell she happened to even be lactating, and when the twins withdrew, Sam herself assured us that she thought of it as just a friendly helping hand in an unusual situation and that it was actually beneficial to her as well. That enabled the awkwardness to soften much more quickly than it otherwise might have. I suspect that a trace of wierded-outness still lingered for most of us, but within a day, it became mostly a source of private amusement and curiosity between us rather than one of embarrassment or uneasiness.

In fact, the four of us (Sam, Kara, Terri, and I) only grew closer and more at ease with each other, if such a thing were possible given the precedent set by unashamed urination in each other's company. At first, I was the only one who hadn't yet peed openly on some form of upholstery or carpet right in front of all the other three, but I hesitated only slightly before rectifying that one morning. In fact, I was the first to pee in the dorm that wasn't my own. The day after Kara and Sam's arrival, I was visiting them in the evening to lend them a movie Fiona and I both thought they'd love when the urge hit me. It was quite negligible at first but escalated quickly as the four of us chatted. At the first available break in conversation, I just asked, "Hey, you don't mind if I pee in here, do you?"

"Go right ahead," Sam said with Kara smiling in agreement. "We've already peed at least a couple of times on the carpet and on the couch. You can use our room like you would yours anytime."

"Thanks," I said as I lowered the boyshorts that I used as pajama bottoms. "I'm just gonna go on the floor." The conversation resumed as I idly sat down on my haunches with my butt resting a couple of inches above the rug and my shins angled apart. I didn't hesitate to pee a surprisingly strong stream betweeen my legs onto the carpet, absolutely soaking it as I sighed in pleasure. When Sam half-jokingly asked if the same hospitality would be extended to her and Kara in our dorm, I easily assured them that it would and concisely explained our cleaning protocols, which we found out were similar enough to what Kara and Sam had agreed on for their room anyway.

It would be a few days before Sam happened to have occasion to pee on Terri's and my futon, but in the meantime, Terri proved that not even her desk chair was safe from a good soaking. On the last night before classes started, she was binging on World of Warcraft on her computer with a bottle of water at her side. About an hour and a half into it, I saw her cross her legs, and within twenty minutes, she was visibly squirming. Doggedly focused on her gameplay, she held it until she started clutching her crotch and rocking herself. She spent not even a minute at that level of urgency before she leapt up just long enough to yank her panties down and didn't even wait until her butt was completely back on the seat before releasing a forceful torrent of pee onto the chair. With her headset microphone active, she bit her lip to soften what I'm sure would have otherwise been an embarrassingly loud and long moan as she kept peeing fiercely for a minute and a half or so. An audible gasp actually did escape her lips as her already impressive flow swelled for a few moments before dwindling quickly. By then, her pee was already dripping from the chair, forming a second puddle on the floor around her.

It was on the same chair that Terri sat the following Friday, using the same game this time as a distraction from what seemed like a seasonal affliction. This was the third time she'd been struck with a sore throat around the beginning of a fall semester. It was almost like clockwork. She'd left for a long class apparently feeling fine and returned a couple of hours later groaning about it being her "time of year again." Even without the slight hoarseness in her voice, I likely wouldn't have even had to ask what she meant. I was ready then and there to go out after a bag of cough drops and some food that was soft and cool when swallowed, but she insisted that she could wait until I finished the homework I'd clearly been concentrating on when she came in.

I was almost done when Sam knocked on the door and announced herself. I got up before Terri could, giving her a warm but firm look as I let our mutual friend in.

"Hey, guys," said Sam cheerfully, "I thought you'd want this back." She handed us the DVD that she and Kara had borrowed at our urging. "You were right. We loved it!"

Terri paused her game, removed her headset, and swiveled the chair to face our guest and point at her in playful triumph. "Told you so!"

Sam narrowed her eyes. "You don't sound quite right.

"Her throat's sore," I explained. "This is the third time it's happened at the beginning of the fall semester. I swear, next year, we're bringing a supply of cough drops and yogurt right with us when we move back in after break."

Sam pouted empathetically, sat herself across Terri's lap, and hugged her. "I'm sorry to hear that, Terri!"

Terri tried briefly to wriggle out of her arms. "Careful! I don't want you getting sick, too!"

"I don't think it's that contagious," I reassured her. "If it were, I definitely should have caught it myself with the way I took care of you the last couple of times and fully intend to again. Given the consistent timing, it's probably an allergy of some sort."

"I'll help," Sam added with determination, "and if I do catch anything, we can just have a girls' night in while you nurse me back to health! The two of you plus Kara will create plenty of distraction, I promise."

Terri rolled her eyes but couldn't resist smiling at our dedication. "Thanks, you guys! I really appreciate it!" Her eyes happened to fall on Sam's bosom, and she paused. "I can't quite believe I'm asking this, but could I try some breastmilk? I think it might help."

"That's actually a great idea," Sam smiled. She promptly pulled her snug pastel-colored T-shirt off and unclasped her bra, with Terri gently pulling it off. I watched as my ailing friend blinked once before leaning towards Sam's right breast and cautiously enclosing the areola in her mouth. As she started suckling, her lips soon slid into place more squarely around the nipple. "Mm," she intoned as she seemed to feel the flow and taste the milk for the first time.

Terri settled within a few seconds into a rhythm of using a gentle, toothless chewing motion to massage the areola while her lips sucked mostly on the nipple itself. I watched curiously for a while, somewhat marveling at how Terri never seemed to come up for air. Eventually, I just shrugged and decided that I would put the finishing touches on my homework after all before making my originally planned errand. By the time I was ready to go, Terri's contented moans suggested that the unusual treatment was working, and given her own purrs, it was clearly a pleasant experience for Sam as well. Somehow, it never gave off any homoerotic vibes, at least not for any of us, though I suppose some hypothetical male or lesbian voyeur might have been aroused by it. As for me, I just shook my head and smiled in amusement as I closed the door to our dorm and made my way out.

January 8, 2016

As an amateur 3D artist, I'm no stranger to rendering nude human figures, so I thought I'd share some of my sexier characters as possible fuel for our imaginations. For fans of my stories, for instance, this is how I envision Kara.

[GALLERY=media, 4926]Kara by RedHatter76 posted Jan 7, 2016 at 9:41 PM[/GALLERY]

January 5, 2016

WARNING!

Hey, guys! This one's a bit long and a bit different. There's still plenty of upholstery- and carpet-soaking, but it's also an experiment in incorporating another fetish of mine in roughly the latter third or half: adult breastfeeding. As with urolagnia, my particular brand of this fetish is most aroused when the act itself is borne out of desperation or convenience and any eroticity is unintentional. In any case, if you are put off by this, please enjoy the peeing bits and feel free to stop when the hot peppers are mentioned. If not, read on! I hope you enjoy at least most of this story regardless. This one's told from Samantha's point of view. If I get a generally positive response, I'll gladly right more like this.

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Well, it seems that fate thought our little group was a good match, because when I discovered that Kara, Theresa, and her roommate Fiona went to one of the universities to which I had been accepted, that effectively broke the tie between two otherwise equally appealing contenders, so I announced my intent to join them at their school the upcoming fall. It was very welcome news my new friends, though it was bittersweet for my sister, of whom I'd be seeing much less due to the distance between our colleges. At the same time, Kara's roommate Ashima's transfer, which had been just plain sad for Kara, acquired an unexpected upside when we suddenly realized that I was eligible to take her place. Within a few weeks, I had cleared it with the housing department to move in with Kara, which was a double blessing for me, since Theresa would also be in the dorm just adjacent to ours.

Kara arranged to borrow her sister's van in order to haul all of my stuff to campus. The only downside was that we had to leave at a ridiculous hour in the morning in order to arrive there before the commons closed so that I could get my key. I could only hope that class hours are significantly better than off-season housing administration hours. Anyway, after giving my parents a long final hug and waving goodbye to my clearly weeping mother, I piled into the thoroughly packed van with Kara, her twin sister Kumiko, and Ginger. Kumiko took the seat next to her sister in the front while Ginger and I rode directly behind them. Both of our sisters were tagging along theoretically just to help with the move in, but the seating choices belied an ulterior motive. All four of us wanted to be as close as possible for as long as possible to our siblings, simply because we knew the precious proximity would be ending soon. With that, we were on our way!

It would be a roughly six-hour trip, but we were barely out of our parents' range of sight before Kumiko asked, "Those pants are coming down at the first step we make, aren't they."

"Yep," Kara confirmed.

Kumiko chuckled and leaned back to yank her white leggings and panties to her ankles in preparation for eventual self-relief.

"No fair!" Kara protested playfully.

Perhaps out of playful spite, Kara stopped at the first non-residential place we came to and lowered her own jeans and underwear the instant she was safely parked. Nonetheless, Ginger was the first to soak her seat. She started visibly feeling the urge about an hour after we had left, and within five minutes, she quickly pulled her drawstring shorts and panties below her knees in a single yank. Sitting back in her seat, she closed her eyes and sighed as she started peeing unabashedly onto her seat, drenching it in a huge puddle within seconds. "Oh, that feels so good!" she purred. "It always does somehow!"

It might have been contagious, because not even ten minutes later, an explosive hiss signaled that Kara had decided to empty her own bladder onto her seat, and she unloaded what sounded like an impressive volume. "Ah, that's better!" she moaned shamelessly.

By now, we decided it was close enough to our normal breakfast time to stop at McDonalds to fill our stomachs. I had an odd craving for Sprite that I would later regret (or perhaps not, given how fun it was to pee it all out and relieve all that pressure).

About a half an hour after breakfast, Kumiko casually spread her thighs apart and let loose her own torrent of pee, giving off a very satisfied sigh as she peed audibly straight into the fabric on which she sat.

Fate saved the best for last, apparently, because when the urge hit me, it hit quite suddenly. "Oh, for crying out loud!" I rolled my eyes and leaned back to raise my butt from the seat. "Why did I have to order Sprite for breakfast? I know it goes right through me!" I urgently unbuttoned and unzipped my jean shorts, grabbed their hem as well as that of my panties, and tore them down to my shins. I then let myself fall back to my seat and immediately started peeing fiercely into the cusion. The rapid drop in pressure and the warmth pooling just as fast around my butt and crotch had me leaning my head back and moaning in pleasure as I peed freely for a minute and a half. "Nope, it never gets old," I said breathlessly when I had finally dumped it all out.

We each peed once more on the trip, with the twins making it interesting with an impromptu holding contest. It was well after breakfast, and we were nearly there when a cry of "Damn it!" from Kara accompanied what sounded like a dam bursting. Kara's great chagrin at losing was overshadowed in a mere couple of seconds by immense relief as she kept peeing uncontrollably. "Oh, holy crap!" she moaned loudly. "I don't even care anymore! It feels too good!" She half-gasped/half-squeaked at the same time as her already torrential flow swelled suddenly before finally dwindling. "But just for the record, I only lost because I have to concentrate on safe driving."

Meanwhile, Kumiko's own explosion came so closely on the heel of her sister's that we all agreed to call it a draw. They gushed pee and moaned almost in unison for a full couple of minutes in total before they finally finished. "Oh, that was awesome!" Kara finally decided, almost panting in ecstatic relief.

Ginger, whose bladder seemed most susceptible to the power of suggestion (aside from perhaps Theresa's, spread her legs and unleashed another flood of her own just ten minutes later. As for me, my own bladder filled up mostly in the remaining half hour of our journey, and I just started peeing profusely on my seat again as we pulled into the parking lot in front of our dorm, sighing deeply and moaning softly. The others began unloading themselves and our belongings without me while I lingered in the van simply to finish peeing. They decided that meant I should get stuck with Phleb duty, but trust me, it was worth it!

What followed was a whirlwind of activity. Kumiko's amateur affinity for interior design would guide us, but moving into a dorm turned out to be an even bigger production than I'd anticipated. Most of our time was spent assembling our new L-shaped desk and Kara's new dresser, followed closely by arranging and stacking the beds in the most economic way. Then, Kara and I had to figure out how best to divide up our closet space while Ginger and Kumiko maneuvered our sky blue futon into the room. Kumiko used the word "pivot" so much I started calling her Ross Geller. My Friends fanatic of a sister giggled heartily at the reference. Kumiko just looked confused.

In the midst of all of this, however, the agreement that this would be a PWYS-compatible dorm went unspoken. That is why, especially after having downed the drinks we'd brought in a cooler in order to stay cool in our toil, it was hardly a surprise when Ginger casually relieved herself on the carpet. While crouched over various desk parts, she rose just enough to slide her shorts and panties out of the way, diverged her shins a bit, and just peed on the floor between her W-shaped legs, the angle of her crouch already directing her full torrent somewhat backwards. Her look of concentration barely broke even as a long moan escaped her lips, while her puddle spread like wildfire across one of the few areas of carpet not obscured by a piece of wood.

The futon didn't even spend much time in its new home opposite my bed before it was soaked. Kara was sitting cross-legged assembling a desk drawer when she just stood up and announced, "I gotta piss." She waded her way through the mess of parts on the floor, already unzipping her jeans as she reached the small sofa. In a couple of seconds, she was quite contentedly sitting on it with her pants at her ankles and her thighs held apart as she openly and rigorously peed on it for about a minute and a half.

As we neared the end of our labor, the twins' stomachs began to growl, and by the time we took a break to take stock of our work so far, they were groaning a bit about how hungry they were fast becoming. Ginger and I could have eaten then, but for whatever reason, we weren't yet as starved as they apparently were.

However, hunger didn't stop any of us from admiring our new room. Kara's bed was raised a few feet above and perpendicular to mine, with the two intersecting at their heads in one corner of the room. My bedspread was forest green with a light green pillowcase, while Kara's was a deep royal red with a pink pillowcase. Next to the foot of my bed and in the opposite corner was a deep mahogany-finish desk big enough for the both of us. Finally, on the wall opposite my bed was our futon. The door to our room was in the corner between the futon and Kara's elevated bed.

Satisfied, we resolved to go fetch some more decorative items from the van and then go after some food. Kara was about to do the first clean-up when I held up an index finger as all the water I'd drunk to stay hydrated had hit me relatively suddenly. As I approached the futon and turned my back to it, I opened up my shorts, let them drop, and yanked my panties down. I then sat down on the one dry seat left, and gasped in pleasure as I instantly started peeing forcefully into the fabric. I reveled in the warm feeling of relief and probably moaned a couple of times before the flood finally ended a little over a minute later. I rose to my feet and pulled my pants up. "Proceed," I said to Kara, earning a hearty laugh from her as she went to work.

We opened the door and headed out only to be met by Theresa and her roommate as they also emerged from their room. Eager hugs and words of sincere excitement at the reunion were exchanged, and I was formally introduced to Fiona. We quickly invited them into our dorm for a bit to share the results of our efforts. Throughout much of this time, though, Kara and Kumiko were eyeing the pizza box that Fiona was clutching. "Did you guys just have pizza?" the latter asked.

"Oh, yeah," Theresa confirmed. "We have a couple of pieces left, but we're stuffed! We were just about to throw it out. Do you guys want any? It'd be a shame for it to go to waste."

"Hell, yeah!" Kara affirmed and eagerly took the box from Fiona's offering hands.

"I should warn you, though, it has…" she winced as the twins each plucked out a slice and took a bite, "…really hot peppers on it."

By the time she finished her sentence, that fact was already obvious to the twins. They turned red and started gagging. "Oh, my God! This makes Hell feel like effin' Arendelle!" Kara cried.

"Holy crap! My mouth feels like a furnace!" Kumiko started panting and fanning her mouth

Meawnhile, Kara's eyes darted around the room. "Why is there nothing left to drink in here?" she demanded almost hyserically. "Why did we have to put off bringing in the mini-fridge?"

"How can you two stand this?" Kumiko asked Theresa and Fiona desperately. "Oh, this seriously burns!" Both twins' eyes were really watering by now.

I barely heard Fiona offer to run to the communal kitchen for tap water. I briefly remembered reading that water might actually spread the heat and told her so, but I was mainly focused on a flashback to my high school commencement just a few months prior. The situation was eerily similar, and seeing my friends in what seemed like actual pain moved me to speak up. "Wait a sec, guys. Just how desperate are you here?" I rotated our new desk chair to face everyone and sat down.

"No drink can get here fast enough!" Kara whimpered as she kept fanning her mouth.

"It won't be cold," I said as I peeled my T-shirt off, "and it might be really awkward, but…"

"Honestly, I don't care right now!" Kumiko interrupted, hope shining in her eyes.

"Okay, then." I unclasped my DD-cup bra and pulled it off. "Milk it is."

Except for the twins, who still looked too desperate and yet hopeful to discern any other emotion, my sister was the only one who didn't look confused and a little shocked. Everyone stared at me for about a second or two before Kara groaned and made the first move, but her sister was hardly a moment behind her. Acting swiftly as if to avoid overthinking what they were doing, each twin stepped towards me, leaned in, and took a nipple into her mouth. I sighed as they began sucking, and once they realized that there was indeed a genuine flow of warm milk to be reaped, it turned into a soft moan as they both somewhat opened their mouths against my breasts only to take almost my entire areolae more firmly between their lips. They continued to alternate in slow cycles between massaging my areolae with their jaws in this way, sucking at my nipples with their puckered lips, and gulping down the increasing amount of milk that each repetition earned them. I felt a warm tingle start from my breasts and spread throughout my torso as I could feel that they were eliciting a healthy flow and quickly growing more confident.

"Long story short," Ginger explained to our awed friends, "some guy at her school refused to believe that it was possible for a woman to lactate without ever having been pregnant. For some reason, he was really adamant about it, to the point that Sam finally got fed up with his 'willful scientific ignorance,' as she put it, and used herself as a Guinea pig to prove him wrong. She spent a couple of months or so stimulating her boobs regularly to imitate suckling and psyching herself up as if she was going to feed a baby."

"Looking back, it was sort of silly," I admitted while the twins were still suckling and emitting occasional soothed moans. "Given how stubborn he was, nothing short of a live demonstration would've proved anything to him, and I wasn't about to give him a peep showǃ But by the time I realized this, I was too far into it, so I decided that I might as well see it through, even if only for my own curiosity. That guy just really got under my skin somehowǃ"

Almost simultaneously, the twins finally withdrew from my breasts after another minute or two, leaving both areolae slightly moist with residual milk. "I can't believe I just did that," Kumiko said in a bit of a daze.

"Did it work?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah," she marveled, visibly relieved. "Thanks. I really needed that, no matter how awkward."

"Worked like a charm!" Kara confirmed. "Besides, we've all peed on all kinds of upholstery for the sake of either urgency or convenience, often right in front of each other. Is breastfeeding for pretty much the same reason really any grosser or weirder?"

I shook my head with a small smile. "In fact, you guys actually did me a favor. I haven't really been able to get it to stop yet. There's even a part of me that doesn't really want to. As a nerd, I don't feel particularly womanly very often, and I guess lactating sort of lets me feel that touch of femininity that I yearn for from time to time. But anyway," I digressed, "I'm afraid to let the milk build up too much, because I could theoretically start leaking through my clothes if I make too much. It hasn't gotten to that point yet, but it still might, and unfortunately, I must have left my pump back home, somehow even though I could've sworn I packed it. You two just bought me some time, and just like last time, it was quite pleasurable for me. Plus, if my boobs get too full, they can potentially get a bit uncomfortable. It was really a rather symbiotic thing that just happened."

"Wait." Now it was Ginger's turn to be surprised. "'Just like last time?' You've breastfed before?"

I cursed under my breath. "Don't tell anyone I told you, but yes, once. Some idiots who probably barely graduated put Erica Trapman up to a bet. She lost, and the terms were that she had to do the cinnamon challenge while in line to get her diploma." I rolled my eyes. "The poor fool was so desperate to soothe her mouth and throat that she just pulled me into the nearest girls' bathroom and practically demanded my milk. She knew just enough about my little experiment through the rumor mill." I laughed, "So I ended up locked in a bathroom stall with basically the alpha bitch of my school, breastfeeding her in a graduation gown. When she was done, she gave me this dark look and said, 'This never happened. Got it?' Fortunately, we got back in time for our moments on stage, but still, I never forgot how good it felt. It felt just as good this time too."

"Did you ever get the last word with the guy that started the whole thing?" asked Fiona.

Ginger laughed this time. "He was in denial at first, but he finally shut up in a hurry when Sam threatened to literally show him a bottle of the milk that she'd pumped out of herself. I was still a bit wierded out by it, but I happened to be visiting the school for some reason that I can't even remember now when the whole thing went down, and it was totally worth it! Oh, man, the look on his face! He was so grossed out!"

"And then, I was like, 'What? You'll chug the stuff from a cow, but you can't even look at the same thing from your own species?'" I added. "So I proved a point and at the same time got to help out some premature babies by donating to a milk bank. I call that a win."

All four of our friends laughed, though Kumiko's was still slightly nervous, so I continued. "Look, I don't anticipate this happening alot, but for any of you who feels comfortable with it, I really don't mind sharing. Like I said, you'd actually be doing me a favor. It'd just be a case of friends helping each other out under unorthodox circumstances, just like this incident was. Heck, I even read that pretty much any stimulation of the breasts can help ward off future cancer." I turned to Kara. "It didn't taste too bad, did it?"

Kara shook her head. "Quite the opposite, actually. It was warm and kinda sweet. And surprisingly filling! I'm still hungry, but definitely not as bad I was before."

Kumiko chuckled. "Are we really standing here and evaluating the taste of human breastmilk?"

I just smirked, retrieved my bra and shirt, and put them back on. "Now, what do you say we skip the posters and stuff for a bit and go get some real food? I'm getting kinda hungry myself."

January 1, 2016

Happy New Year! Here's another story featuring the same four girls from my last story, this time from Theresa's point of view! I hope it lives up to its prequel.

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A trip through Europe is bound to be interesting in any case, but it was especially so for us given our unconventional self-relief habits. That effect was heightened even further by the fact that we had only just inaugurated Sam into the pee-where-you-sit secret, and she had actually taken to it really quickly considering her initial hesitation. She didn't even insist on immediate re-sanitation anymore, having seen how powerful our cleaning solution was even after a puddle had been left to partially dry. We rotated clean-up duties amongst ourselves every two or three hours, and by the time we disembarked from the train, both of our cabins looked and smelled as good as new.

Things were no less fun on the train that we took back from Italy to France in order to catch our homeward flight departing from Paris. I had the misfortune of discovering a heavenly fruit drink that was all the rage in Italy, and with good reason! Before I knew it, I had voraciously imbibed enough to leave me with an increasingly bursting bladder just as we arrived at the train station. We were a bit behind schedule and didn't want to risk missing our train, so there wasn't time for any of us to wait in line for the restroom. So I bit my lip and held it. If any of my friends noticed, they didn't say anything.

Anyway, when we finally reached our adjacent cabins and all entered the first one, I simply let my bag fall from my shoulder and found the seat nearest the door, already having unfastened my beige pants as I turned around in front of it. My companions hardly noticed as I yanked my pants and panties to my shins, sat down, and leaned back slightly. No sooner was my bare butt on the seat than I let out a torrent of pee that absolutely soaked the cushion in seconds. A soft moan escaped my lips as the pressure deflated soothingly and a warm puddle caressed my thighs, crotch, and butt. I was still going when Ginger finally seemed to notice.

"Already? Seriously?" she said in amused surprise.

"What? I had to go!" I chuckled.

Sam shrugged. "With all that stuff she drank, should we really be surprised?"

Her redhead sister chortled. "I guess not."

After a total of about 90 seconds, I finally finished peeing and stood up. "Now," I said as I pulled my pants back up and fastened them again, "whose turn is it to make the food run?"

Samantha volunteered this time and quickly took note of any specific items to look for. Ginger and I requested a couple of croissants, while Kara just asked for a good helping of pretty much any kind of meat. Sam herself made a parting remark about a craving for crepes as she left our cabin to see what she could find. She returned about ten minutes later carrying an impressive amount of food in her arms. Partially out of hunger and partially to lighten her burden (even though she didn't look at all bothered by it), we seized upon her quarry and were pleased to discover that she had managed to find everything we craved as well as lemon-lime soda and water. Within minutes, we were all chowing down happily, with Sam and I sitting on the dry seats while Kara and Ginger sat cross-legged on the floor facing us.

Kara was the next one to feel the urge. She and I were arguing as we ate about whether the Tenth or Eleventh Doctor was more badass when she suddenly paused and rolled her eyes. I thought it was at me until she plucked a piece of chicken into her mouth before rising to her knees to unbutton and unzip her jean shorts. "Geez!" she muttered as she let them fall out of her way and pulled her panties down. "What is it about soda that doesn't give you hardly warning?" She then spread her shins apart to form a W as she brought her thighs and butt back down to rest an inch or two above the floor. Gripping her shorts to hold them aloft between her legs, she just let loose on the floor. She sighed as she unloaded no small amount of piss onto the carpet with an audible hiss, a large dark spot quickly peaking out from under her. "Anyway, you've got to be kidding me, Terri!" she said while still relieving herself profusely. "That speech about 'one thing you never ever put into a trap' sealed the deal!'" As her flow finally stopped, she stood on her knees again to re-dress herself and lazily moved aside to sit on dry carpet, revealing quite a considerable puddle on the floor. "Eleven rules!"

"Crap, Kara!" said Ginger playfully. "I think you're making me have to go a bit." She wriggled slightly and resumed eating, but within five minutes, it had escalated quite quickly. Ginger was soon rocking her torso and massaging her crotch. She wasted less than a minute at that level of urgency before she finally sighed, leaned back, and swiftly peeled her white denim shorts down along with her underwear. She barely even waited until her butt was quite touching the cushion again before a fierce stream of pale pee burst from her vagina and rapidly drenched her seat. She bit her lip and moaned as she spent the next minute or so with spread thighs emptying her bladder into the fabric. As Ginger proceeded to pull her panties and shorts back up, the rest of us agreed that it was time for another cleaning, so Kara hauled out the Phleb and made short work of the cabin.

About forty-five minutes later, Ginger managed to run out of Nutella and left the cabin to retrieve some more. Ten minutes later, she texted us to let us know she had picked up a bit of company, and in another five, she came through the door to our cabin with a guy behind her. "Thanks," he said sincerely, "I really appreciate this! I could've sworn I'd packed some extras!"

"No problem," Ginger said with a smile as she set her new jar of Nutella on her seat before beginning to fish through her backpack. "Guys, this is Frank," she gestured at the tall brunet before us. "I bumped into him on my way back, and he said he was just distracted because he was looking desperately for a wall adapter to charge his dying phone."

"Yeah, my friend and I must've had a miscommunication about who was packing what, and we ended up one short, and you can't buy one on a train."

We laughed as Ginger introduced us. "By the way, this is my sister Samantha and our friends Kara and Theresa."

We each said "Hi" in turn and he said it back just as Ginger blurted, "Aha!" She pulled out a wall adapter and handed it to Frank. "Lucky for you, we seem to have miscommunicated in the opposite direction, so we have plenty!"

"Thanks! I'll be sure to get it back to you before the train arrives. Any chance I could get your contact information in case we miss each other?" he asked with a nervous chuckle.

Kara have him a half-smile. "You can have my e-mail address. I check it so often there's no way I'd miss it."

Frank actually lingered for quite while chatting us up, especially Ginger and Kara. I was trying to decide whether or not they were in flirting territory when I noticed Samantha had crossed her legs. I didn't think much of it until about twenty minutes later when my eyes fell on her again. By then, she was holding herself and rocking her torso as subtly as she could, and I realized that her bladder had chosen a rather unfortunate time to start filling up. She hissed a couple of times at Ginger to signal for her to wrap it up, but she just couldn't do it loudly enough without calling attention to herself. I managed to catch her darting eyes a couple of minutes later, as her urgency was fast becoming less subtle, and jerked my head in the direction of Kara's and my cabin. She rolled her eyes and threw her hands up as if to wonder how the hell she didn't think of it. She then rose to her feet as casually as she could and hurried to the door, grabbing her crotch and inhaling through puckered lips as soon as she was behind Frank.

I led her out and slid my key into the slot without a moment's delay. Sam had already unzipped her jean shorts before I'd even quite managed to close the door and re-lock it, and just as I did so, she unbuttoned them in an instant and and practically tore them together with her panties down to her shins. She had barely begun collapsing onto the nearest seat before a forceful torrent of pee just exploded out of her. The poor girl gasped as her butt finally landed on the already wet seat. "Oh, my God!" she breathed before moaning long and loudly. The flood hissed audibly against the cushion as she spread her legs and kept peeing desperately. "Oh, that feels so much better!" She continued openly relieving herself for about a minute and a half before she finally sighed in deep satisfaction as her deluge dwindled almost as quickly as it erupted. "Oh, I owe you one, Terri!" she said breathlessly. "I don't think I could've held it much longer!"

Sam dutifully cleaned up after herself, and we returned to find Frank ironically gone. When she realized what had been happening, Ginger apologized profusely for her apparent inattentiveness. Sam just assured her that the immense pleasure of relief had been worth it!

By that time, nightfall was fast approaching, and we all decided to watch a movie or two on Ginger's laptop before going to bed. Fortunately, there were no more wet interruptions. That would come later after Kara and I retired to our own cabin for bed. I was just about to execute the final cleaning for the day when Kara idly stood up in front of the seats in the nick of time. I'm not even sure she noticed her timing as she promptly lowered her boxer shorts, planted her bare butt on the nearest seat, leaned back, and let what seemed like a gallon of pee freely gush out of her, absolutely drenching the cushion. She peed for a minute and a half with her eyes closed in contentment before a satisfied sigh escaped her lips. She rose to her feet just long enough to pull her boxers back up before lowering herself to the floor and crawling into her sleeping bag. I chuckled to myself and then efficiently cleaned up her huge puddle before climbing into the fold-out bed above the seats.

All good things must come to an end, but we certainly made the most of returning to the States. Sam went commando in a skirt on the plane again, and I envied her when I saw her shamelessly empty another full bladder onto her seat. The second time, she was in the middle of snacking on some Ritz crackers that we'd packed when she pulled her skirt out of the way again with her free hand and simply spent another minute or so pissing once more into the fabric.

Fairness was restored when we reached Kara's car in the airport parking lot. Kara was driving this time, so as soon as she climbed in, she unfastened her jeans and pulled them along with her panties down to her ankles so that she would already be prepared whenever the urge hit. Sam didn't even bother putting her panties back on when we landed, so she just sat down and could have relieved herself right then and there if she needed to. I hadn't planned on it, but since I had gorged myself on the last of my awesome European fruit drink all the while we were collecting our luggage, the timing was just right, so I was lowering my own pants as soon as I was in the car and peeing forcefully onto the cushion before had we even pulled out of our parking space, moaning in pleasure at the combined feeling of the deflating pressure and warm puddle around my thighs and privates. Ginger, sitting in the backseat next to me and realizing that she was the only one with her pants still on, shrugged and rectified that in no time.

Although she was the last to drop her pants, Ginger was only the second rider to wet her seat, and quite thoroughly. She was reading some iZombie fanfiction on her iPad when she simply diverged her thighs, leaned forward a bit, and began peeing without even looking up from her story. Her seat was completely drenched by the time she finished.

Kara and Sam, however, took it to a whole new level. About halfway through the trip, we agreed to stop at McDonalds to fill our stomachs. We were waiting in line at the drive-through when a sudden loud hissing signaled that Kara had just let loose on her seat as she idly kept up with the queue. She barely finished peeing her usual gallon before it was her turn to order! Finally, we were pretty close to home and had stopped at a gas station. While Kara was pumping the gas, I suggested that we take the opportunity to clean up the seats. "Hold that thought," Sam piped up. Even before she finished the sentence, I could hear her release another torrent of pee onto her seat. She moaned softly and continued pissing for another minute or so. "Okay, let's do it!" she said when she finally finished relieving herself. "I doubt any of us will have to go again before we get home."

December 4, 2015

Is anyone else into adult breastfeeding, especially compelled by dire circumstances (something like a scene at the end of "Grapes of Wrath" or the classical tale of "Roman charity")? Most of what little stuff I've been able to find eroticizes it too overtly for my taste.

A recent fantasy of mine involves a newly post-apocalyptic world in which two young women band together to survive, and one of them has recently given up a baby for adoption or something. Since they never know where their next meal will come from, they decide that, to make their rations last longer, the non-lactating one will severely restrict her intake of conventional food while the other breastfeeds her to make up for it.

December 2, 2015

This one's probably my most varied story yet in terms of what all gets peed on. It's also a crossover, told from the perspective of Ginger from the PWYS bus as she and her younger sister join Theresa and Kara from Hatsu's van on a plane and then on a train.

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At only eighteen years old, my little sister Samantha was more intellectually and wittily precocious than I ever was, though she had the looks and curves to make a totally different kind of precociousness equally available to her if ever she were to avail herself of it. But instead, she tended to dress plainly in T-shirts and pale blue jeans, though both were often just snug enough to leave the outline of her shapely butt and breasts relatively unobscured. My own usual track suits, skinny jeans, and tank tops did my figure justice as well, but my clothed sex appeal just never seemed quite as effortless as Sam's.

We were boarding an airplane, bound for Paris. Sam had long dreamed of backpacking through Europe, and although I had often teased her about how clichéd it was, I secretly couldn't help but share her aspiration. Then, about six months before her high school graduation, I met and made fast friends with Kara and Theresa, and one night at the end of a hard semester, Kara jokingly suggested that we celebrate having overcome a particularly rigorous round of exams by taking off for Europe. "Boy, do I wish!" I'd laughed, but Theresa's smile seemed more thoughtful. To make a long story short, she convinced us that we could actually do it, especially since a novel that she'd prodigiously written as a teenager was really accelerating in sales and was becoming something of a hit. Once that decision was made, the choice to extend an invitation to Sam seemed obvious, at least with our new financial resources.

At first, Sam had quite regretfully declined. Although she was very scientifically minded, she did have one irrational fear: claustrophobia. The thought of a tiny airplane restroom therefore terrified her. It was one of the reasons she'd never flown or taken a long-distance bus before. When she'd confessed that she'd almost prefer to wet her pants than brave such a "hellhole," I had then mumbled something about it being too bad that the plane seats wouldn't be like the ones in that experimental bus I'd ridden once. However, Kara and Theresa had actually heard what I said and insisted that I tell them the story. Once I shared that tale, they opened up about Kara's sister's van, in which they had both peed on the seats due to the sister having an exceptionally quick and effective cleaning solution. At that point, the three of us had exchanged pointed looks as our mental gears turned almost in sync before directing a collective gaze at Sam.

"Aw, hell, no!" she'd said, reading our expressions like a book. "It's not a private vehicle or some weird experiment!" Her unconscious adjustment of her slim glasses had betrayed her curiosity, however, since I recognized it as a habitual sign of fascination.

"Look," Kara had piped up, "is it ideal? No. But you just said there's a good chance that you'd sooner wet yourself than use the lavatory. Well, if you do, some of it is bound to soak through, so it's almost inevitable that some part of the plane will get wet anyway. We'll bring some of my sister's cleaning stuff, which sanitizes just as well as anything on the market and probably better. No harm done, I promise!"

"Besides," I'd added, "didn't you tell me once that human urine is actually quite sterile?"

"It would technically be a Plan B," said Theresa, "If you feel brave enough to use the bathroom, great! And even if you make it on the flight, there'll still be at least a couple of trains to ride after we get there, probably with bathrooms just as cramped."

We'd reminded her that we'd be sitting at the head of a section of seats, where all strangers would be seated behind us and therefore unable to see her, especially if she took the window seat. After that, it didn't take much longer for her to agree to our plan. It probably helped that her only other options were to either wear a diaper or sit on a folded towel. Sam said that the latter would just make her feel like a dog having newspaper put under it, and the former would be even worse! If she would likely have to pee somewhere other than a toilet anyway, then the least embarrassing way was, perhaps paradoxically, to just go directly on the seat.

Kara procured plenty of her sister's cleaning solution, called Phleb, and even managed to give Sam a demonstration under more private circumstances. We drove to the airport in her new car, and just as we parked, Kara said, "Wait! I gotta pee." Sam was intrigued despite herself as our brunette companion simply pulled her jeans and panties down and spent over half a minute with a hissing flow of pee pooling around her and soaking her seat. Moaning in relief, she redressed herself and took just about minute to spray Phleb on the seat and wipe it off with a paper towel from the glove compartment. No one could see, feel, or even smell a trace of Kara's considerable puddle. She also made sure that I got a good view of her cleaning technique, which was actually quite simple. This clearly made my sister feel much better about the situation, especially after Kara told her just how many times she'd done that in her sister's van with no detectably lasting effects on the vehicle.

Sam was wearing her usual snug T-shirt, but she'd traded her typical shorts for a knee-length black skirt to make it easier to relieve herself without having to move around conspicuously. Just prior to boarding, she also stepped into the ladies room so that she could privately strip her panties off and stuff them into her bag. If she was going to avoid any conspicuous shuffling around, she felt that there would have to be nothing between her vagina and the cushion.

Now on the airplane, Sam absent-mindedly found our seats, dropped her backpack on the floor, plopped herself down in the left window seat, and brushed a lock of raven-dark hair behind each of her ears. I then took the seat right next to her, leaving Theresa and Kara to sit straight across the aisle from us. Within a twenty minutes, the plane took off, and we all bit back a squeal of "We're actually doing this!"

We spent much of our time taking advantage of the in-flight entertainment. While Theresa introduced Kara to Game of Thrones, complete with running fan commentary, Sam and I engaged in a few games before settling on the third Lord of the Rings movie which we'd never gotten to see. It was about three hours into the flight, in the last third of the movie, that Kara crossed her legs. I thought hardly anything of it until a bit later when she started biting her lip randomly. About fifteen minutes later still, she started shifting in her seat, and I all but knew that she would have to make a decision soon. Within another fifteen minutes, she had given up all pretense. Her still intertwined legs were bouncing on one foot, and she held her crotch almost constantly as she rocked back and forth and glanced between the cushion underneath her and the direction of the restroom at an increasing rate. Next came the soft whimpering, and at that point, I almost spoke up and told her to just go because she seemed so uncomfortable. But just as the words were on the tip of my tongue, Sam herself beat me to the punch.

"You know what? Screw it!" she cried in hushed exasperation. She flipped the back of her skirt up against the back of the seat and leaned backwards a bit to keep it there. Next, she spread her thighs apart and drew the front and sides of her skirt taut across them. Taking only a second to verify that none of the crew were headed our way, she finally told herself to let it all go. And she did! Visually, Sam hid it well, but her almost immediate gasp, simultaneous with an explosive hissing sound, signaled her much needed release. I had by now paused the movie just in time to notice an already impressive puddle peeking out from under her skirt, the barely visible ripples testifying to the strength of her torrent. She leaned her head back and moaned as loudly as she dared. "Oh, sweet mother of…" She cut herself off with another gasp and actually smiled in contentment as she continued peeing uninhibitedly into the cushion. When the flood finally dwindled a full minute or so later, she let out a deeply satisfied sigh. "Holy crap! That felt awesome!"

I chuckled at her before pulling out the Phleb and a paper towl from our carry-on. A very relieved Sam took them and made short work of cleaning her seat up while I stood on lookout. Little over a minute, Sam was quite happily sitting on a dry cushion, enthralled by the movie once more.

It wouldn't be the last time, either. In the next couple of hours, it got dark as we crossed several time zones, and we had all stayed up the previous night in order to help sync up with European clocks, so we were appropriately sleepy shortly thereafter. I was just beginning to doze off when Sam, who'd started squirming about ten minutes earlier, just leaned back and let loose into her seat again, peeing much more nonchalantly than but just as fiercely as the first time. That relative nonchalance was my first inkling that we may have created a monster.

That inkling became a virtual certainty within three days. After landing in France, seeing the sights, and soaking up the atmosphere, we finally decided it was time to give Italy a visit as well. She was already squirming a bit when we arrived at the train station, but when we saw the line for the restroom (and the outrageous fact that it actually had a monetary toll), she decided she'd hold it for the train, briefly confirming that we still had plenty of Phleb.

Each of our cabins was about seven feet wide and ten feet deep with three comfortably wide seats, an overhead storage compartment, a fold-out bed just above it, and a fold-out dinner tray mounted on the wall under the window. The wall opposite the seats was even carved into a closet of sorts. One of them would likely not be used for much more than sleeping, since the four of us were content enough in each other's company that not even Sam felt uncomfortable with all four of us in one cabin during waking hours. Nevertheless, we decided that Sam and I would take the first cabin while Kara and Theresa would bunk in the adjacent one.

As soon as we entered and let our bags fall to the floor, I expected Sam to head out to investigate the size of the on-board bathroom to see if she could handle it, or at least send me to check it out if she didn't want to risk moving too much. I did not expect her to just lock the door, drop her jean shorts and panties to her ankles in a single motion, and immediately proceed to pee on the middle seat. Since she was facing it, she didn't even bother to turn around and sit down. Instead, she just kneeled backwards on it with her knees apart and released a fierce stream that pooled rapidly between her legs. "Oh, that's better! I had to go so bad!" she moaned just before the flood finally tapered off after a long minute or so, leaving the cushion completely soaked.

Theresa and I gaped amusedly while Kara voiced my earlier thoughts with her best Dr. Frankenstein impersonation. "It's…It's alive! We've done it, Igor! It lives!"

At that point, we wordlessly agreed that there was little point for any of us to even try using the actual bathroom unless any of us had to poop, which was unlikely given that we'd all made sure to take care of that before leaving our hotel that morning. I was the next to soak a seat about an hour later, when Kara, Sam, and I were all lounging on triple seat while Theresa sat on the floor browsing prospective Italian sites to visit on her iPad. I was talking on my smartphone with my mom, telling her all about our sightseeing, and as Mom kept gushing about how happy she is that we had this opportunity, I felt the urge building. Within about five minutes, it had escalated to where I decided it was time. I lodged my phone in place between my cheek and shoulder, stood up, dropped my pants, sat back down on my seat, and simply started peeing fiercely. I moved the phone a bit away from my mouth for a moment so Mom wouldn't hear me moan softly as I shamelessly relieved myself on the cushion for almost a minute. I doubt Mom had any clue what I was doing as I kept talking to her!

Theresa suddenly grabbed her crotch and hissed. "Damn it! Now you've made me have to go!" She was sitting on folded legs, so she promptly rose to her knees, lowered her boyshorts, sat back down on her haunches, leaned forward to pivot her vagina somewhat backward, and sighed in satisfaction as her own torrent rushed out between her legs onto the floor. The other three of us laughed at her nonchalance as her focus quickly returned to her iPad while she was still quite rigorously wetting the carpet.

Kara's turn came in the evening when we sent her after some complementary food. She'd been gone for a while, and we were just beginning to wonder what was keeping her when she burst into the cabin, locked the door, and practically threw the treats she'd procured into our hands. She then unfastened her jeans, tore them and her underwear down, kneeled on the nearest seat just like Sam had done, and promptly unleashed a forceful torrent of pee onto the cushion. "Oh, my God!" she moaned. "That guy just would not shut up!" She gasped in pleasure as she kept peeing uncontrollably. "I think he was too busy staring at my boobs to even notice that I had to go to bathroom!" She threw her head back, gaping in utter relief, and just let the pee continue flowing out of her almost as if from a firehose. "Whoo!" she squeaked in awe when she had finally expelled it all. "I had to piss like an effin' racehorse!" Clearly, she did.

As night fell, we changed into our pajamas. Theresa was the only one who had actual pajamas. Kara's nightclothes consisted of boxer shorts and a tank top, while mine was just a T-shirt and underwear. Sam decided to wear nothing but a loose, knee-length T-shirt, for reasons that were pretty obvious by then.

Kara and Theresa eventually retired to their own cabin for bed, and I got the top bunk in Sam's and mine after three rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors. It was only fair, since Sam had the enviable ability to sleep like a baby on practically any surface. In fact, she had already folded up the armrests dividing the triple seat and curled up across two thirds of it with a pillow and a quilt when I climbed the ladder to reach the bed above her.

I drifted off soon after, but about three hours later by my estimate, I was awakened by a loud shuffling just in time to here Sam mutter, "Oh, for God's sake!" I peeked underneath to find her with the blanket thrown to the side. Looking awake but mildly annoyed, she crawled backwards a bit on her hands and knees before spreading her shins apart and crouching almost like a cat on her palms and folded legs. Hovering her butt a couple of inches above the seat, she pulled the excess of her shirt into her lap and moaned as a desperate torrent of pee began gushing out of her, hissing loudly as a puddle quickly formed between her legs and soaked the seat. "Oh, that feels good!" she sighed in contentment as she let herself pee freely for a little over what seemed like two whole minutes. When she had finally emptied her apparently bursting bladder, thoroughly drenching the seat once more, she crawled back up to the pillow, collapsed back into a fetal position, and pulled the blanket back into place.

Yep, we had definitely created a monster.

~~~

I hope you enjoyed it! If anyone's wondering where the name "Phleb" came from, it's a somewhat cheeky reference to this: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AppliedPhlebotinum

December 1, 2015

I mean the actual paid gallery, and it's been happening for roughly two weeks or more, I think.

December 1, 2015

I've contacted a couple of fetish content makers who advertise custom videos. Eva from C4S charges only $10 per minute, but unfortunately, it's been a couple of weeks now with no response to my request (in which she'd be desperate to pee while watching TV and eventually decide to deliberately let loose on the couch). Dani Picas was much more prompt in responding to my request (basically the same scenario, except it's in a car instead of on a couch), but her pricing is much more hefty ($150-$200). It's a shame, too, since the stuff of hers that I've managed to find for free testifies that she can pee a pretty strong stream.

An idea just occurred to me. If enough of us want a particular scenario to be filmed, might some sort of informal crowd-funding be an option? Maybe a few of us could make a "donation" to the site in exchange for the Administrator or just a willing member pooling the money and paying the vendor/producer. I don't have enough experience with this stuff to know how feasible that would be, so forgive me if it's naïve. Just throwing it out there.

November 30, 2015

Has anyone else noticed that alot of the video links in the gallery are broken (404 Not Found)? It started with just a few of the more recent ones, but now I'm beginning to wonder if there are any functional ones left. Is it just me?

November 16, 2015

Here's another one. This time I tried to combine what may be the best elements from my last two stories and add in a few new touches to hopefully keep things fresh. The common theme of a deliberate suspension of decorum and shyness for the sake of convenience while stuck in a vehicle is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.

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After three years, Ashima thought she knew the Nokushima twins pretty well. One of them had been her college roommate for three years now, and she'd heard enough stories from that one all about the other to feel almost like she'd made two fast friends instead of one. They were one of those twin pairs with charmingly divergent personalities that still managed to get along as if they had alot more in common than they actually did. While neither one was a dimwit by any stretch of the imagination, Ashima's dormmate Kara was the more outwardly intellectual. Her fashion sense was very practical, usually consisting of blue jeans, a white or pastel-colored peasant top, and an open flannel shirt, though in warmer months the jeans would often become denim shorts and the flannel shirt would be abandoned. Kumiko, on the other hand, was much more of a sporty type, often seen in leggings and tank tops hugging her athletic form. Neither of them, however, had any difficulty attracting male attention. Although they were both a bit short overall, their proportions were enviable. Kara was a bit more unassuming about it, despite the fact that their identicality included their well-formed butts and peasant tops do no better than tank tops at obscuring the shape of the twins' equally attractive breasts.

Now, however, Ashima found herself seated next to their three-years-older older sister Hatsu, whom she had just met that day as she, the twins, and two of their closest friends from the dorm next to theirs, Fiona and Theresa, climbed into Hatsu's forest-green van for the long trip back to campus after Thanksgiving break. Fiona and Theresa were both dusty blonde, the latter sporting a pair of glasses but otherwise matching Fiona in her semi-hipster fashion sense. Neither one had any family within easy traveling distance or enough money for airfare, so both had gratefully accepted the Nokushima family's offer to join them for the holiday. Mr. and Mrs. Nokushima had come to treat Ashima almost as one of their own. Even the blonde newcomers could tell that their regret was sincere when work prevented them from being the ones to drive them back to school.

Hatsu was the one whom Ashima knew the least, but she would soon get much more than she bargained for. It was a seven-hour trip, so the girls had been sure to make plenty of refreshments available. Unfortunately, Hatsu took a different route to the university than Ashima was used to, so her expectations of where all the nearby rest stops would be along the way were shattered. By the time she'd realized that she couldn't time her consumption of food and drink carefully so that her urinary needs always arose within reasonable range of a restroom, it was too late. Her bladder twinged, gently at first, but the urge was quickly escalating.

"Hey, can we stop at the next gas station or something? I gotta pee," she'd said.

Hatsu had promised to be on the lookout but warned regretfully that it would probably be quite a while. Ashima smiled and thanked her, but a half an hour later, she was getting really desperate, with no bathroom in sight. They were on a long rural stretch between urban oases, but oddly enough, there were plenty of other vehicles around them on an otherwise empty landscape. Ashima speculated that, given the time of year, they weren't the only college students returning to campus.

Meanwhile, Kara watched from behind her sister as her friend massaged her crotch and rocked her torso back and forth, occasionally hissing or moaning softly. She looked up into the rearview mirror, caught Hatsu's eye, and nodded in Ashima's direction, a wordless conversation passing between sisters.

"Look, Ashima," Hatsu began, "I'm sorry for not saying anything before, but we just met, and I didn't want to weird you out. But you're clearly miserable, and I'm not sure when the next stop will be." She sent Ashima a sympathetic smile at the involuntary groan that such news elicited. "If you have to pee, I don't mind at all if you just go here on the seat."

"Please, don't tease me," Ashima chortled.

"I'm serious," Hatsu insisted. "A couple of years ago, I was late for an important interview for a fellowship that I really wanted, so I left the house without my morning pee. That turned out to be a big mistake, because by the time I got there, I could hardly hold it in. I just barely arrived in time, but I realized there was no way I'd make it across the parking lot without wetting myself. So I took a gamble, yanked my pants down, and just peed right there on my seat. It was scary, but somehow exhilarating at the same time, and it felt so good!" She half-moaned the last part in reminiscence. "After the interview, I went on the Internet and found the best cleaning solution I could find, 'cause I wanted to be darn sure it got cleaned up. And the stuff turned out to work like a charm! It only takes a couple of minutes to use, and it does a downright miraculous job of not leaving a trace, even after the seat seems to have dried! I still have a bottle in the glove compartment."

Kumiko piped up. "To make a long story short, she couldn't help but share with us how strangely fun it'd been, to the point that she got the both of us curious. And since then, whenever we've been together in this van, we've basically agreed on a pee-where-you-sit policy. We call it PWYS, which oddly enough, rhymes with 'piss.'"

"Stop it!" Ashima groaned stubbornly before venturing a diagonal backwards glance at Kara only to have realization dawn on her. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Nope," confirmed Kara. "If you gotta go, just go right here. Trust me, it feels great! I'll never forget my first time!" Kumiko chuckled at the double entendre, but Ashima wasn't laughing.

"Seriously, you look like you're gonna burst!" rejoined Kumiko. "Just pee right here! It wouldn't be the first time that seat's been soaked, and you were none the wiser!"

"Really," Hatsu assured her. "I don't mind at all. Just let it all out. No real damage, I promise."

Ashima emitted a final whine before she finally gave in. "I'm really sorry, Fiona and Terri, but I just can't hold it anymore." She leaned back and lifted her butt off the cushion. "At least not with them tempting me like this." She unfastened her white jeans, tugged them down below her knees and collapsed back into her seat. Still leaning back, she concentrated on overriding years of socially conditioned instinct. Those instincts were easily overpowered by her desperation, and in a mere second, she gasped loudly and started peeing uncontrollably. "Holy crap!" she breathed as the torrent rushed out of her. Warmth quickly pooled around her genitals and thighs, which only combined with the sweet release of all that pent-up pressure to have her biting her lip and sighing in deep satisfaction. "Thank you," she almost whispered at Hatsu, breathing deeply as she simply kept soaking the cushion. "This feels so much better! Oohh!" She continued peeing without inhibition for a full minute before the flood finally stopped. "Wow, that felt good! I had to go so bad!" She leaned her head back to project her voice. "I hope I didn't gross you guys out, back there! I just had to go!"

"No worries," Fiona called back and pointed a thumb at Theresa. "This one accidentally walked in on me taking a dump once. It was awkward at first, but we ended up laughing about it. It really broke the ice in terms of modesty. It's not like we deliberately invade each other's privacy, but it's not a big deal anymore if accidents happen. Now, we just shrug 'em off."

"And I was never really all that squeamish about bathrooming to begin with," Theresa added. "though the whole PWTS thing is definitely new to me."

"And now that our dirty secret is out and nobody's too weirded out anymore,…" Leaning back, Kara unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, with Kumiko quickly following suit.

"Don't tell me your twin bladders are synchronized!" Ashima exclaimed as the twins pulled their respective pants and panties down to their shins.

Hatsu laughed. "Nah, they're just being lazy. After a few PWYS trips, they figured out that it was even more convenient to have their britches already out of the way whenever they did have to go. They would have dropped 'em pretty much as soon as we got into the van if it had just been the three of us."

"By the way, if you're comfortable enough with us, the PWYS policy applies to you guys too," Hatsu called back at the two blondes. Fiona and Theresa thanked her, a bit nervous but genuinely appreciative.

An hour later, they finally came upon the outskirts of a small town. By this time, Hatsu had been biting her lip for a while. At the first red light, she startled Ashima with a cry of, "Oh, thank God!" She hurried to lower her khakis and panties before the light turned green. Then, as she accelerated, she parted her thighs and began peeing forcefully into the fabric she sat on. "Mm," she intoned without breaking her concentration as she finally emptied her bladder after nearly a whole minute of torrential flow.

Within another hour, it was Kara's turn. She lethargically (and perhaps a bit mischievously) let the pressure build in her bladder for a while until she had just begun to squirm. At the time, she was watching with amusement as Kumiko and Ashima got to know each other by bantering about whether Hermione should've ended up with Harry or Ron. She leaned back contentedly, pulled her legs apart, and released a fierce torrent of pee into her seat without even glancing away from her companions. "Aah!" she exhaled as the pressure depleted and her rapidly growing puddle warmed her groin and inner thighs.

At that point, Kumiko turned to her sister and demanded, "Kara, back me up here!"

"Okay, but can I finish peeing first? It feels too good right now," she replied, accentuating her point by leaning her head back and moaning softly. By the time she was ready to put in her two cents, her seat was thoroughly soaked.

It was about halfway through their journey when Fiona and Theresa were faced with full bladders. They were both intrigued by all the unorthodox peeing that they'd already witnessed and tempted by their own quickly escalating urges, but both were clutching their groins and rocking themselves before Theresa took the plunge first. "Ah, to hell with it!" She half-stood against the back of her seat, unfastened her pants, and pulled them along with her underwear down to her shins. "I'm just gonna pee right here!" She sat back down and moaned as pee immediately started gushing out of her.

Fiona squirmed for a few more seconds and whined enviously before giving up herself. "Why hold it if I don't really have to?" Within seconds, she had lowered her own denim and cotton obstacles and let loose her own fierce stream. "Oh, wow!"

"I know!" breathed Theresa. "It shouldn't feel this good, but it does!" They fell silent as they continued peeing, thoroughly enjoying the sweet release!

"Hey!" teased Kara after hearing a familiar hissing sound from behind her and looking back to confirm her suspicions. "We're twins. If anyone should have synchronized bladders, it's Kara and I. Stop that!" She then grinned as the two blondes were too busy indulging themselves in the sensation of utter relief to bother laughing back at her.

"Actually, hearing them piss has tipped me over the edge," Kumiko confessed as she looked up only momentarily from the magazine she was reading before diverging her legs and unleashing her own impressive stream. Kara rolled her eyes as her sister shamelessly kept relieving herself until she had completely drenched her cushion, darkening almost its entire top surface.

Soon after, lunch was served in the form of sandwiches prepared and packed by Mrs. Nokushima, and the on-board cooler was raided once more. Hatsu parked in a supermarket lot so that she could have her meal safely but did so more quickly than the others so that their trip could resume sooner. They had been back on the road for about three hours when Ashima felt the twinge of a filling bladder again. At first, she hardly noticed, but when it grew into more than a twinge, she started squirming out of habit. Then, she remembered all that had transpired on her journey, and with her shorts and panties still at her ankles, she just drew her legs apart and freely flooded the cushion again. The warmth and relief felt just as good as her first time!

Finally, they were only five minutes away from the dorm when Ashima heard Kara moan, "How does this never get old?" She looked behind her to find both twins leaning back and sighing in satisfaction as they peed openly into their seats, absolutely soaking them once more.

November 13, 2015

Now this is what I'm talking about! This and the "Wet Dream" episode are my two favorite stories on here so far! Unorthodox but deliberate peeing on any kind of upholstery is the best, especially if it's either precipitated by desperation or has enough volume to it that it might as well have been.

I've been wondering for a while if there are any artists on here who could illustrate some of these (including mine, perhaps), preferably in a realistic or semi-realistic style. In an ideal world, I'd have some of these professionally acted out, filmed, and put up on C4S, but that's probably a pipe dream.

November 13, 2015

This is a long one folks, but I hope it doesn't feel that way. Enjoy!

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I climbed onto the bus with equal roughly measures of curiosity and trepidation, though I probably wouldn't have admitted to the former. This would be the strangest ride I've ever been on. I was still reeling a bit from what Coach had told me about this particular vehicle. It was an experimental model that attempted to cut costs and reduce waste by eschewing lavatories altogether in favor of upholstering the seats in a cutting-edge fabric that was supposed to be super-absorbent, self-sanitizing, and fast-drying. Apparently, budget cuts to our collegiate cheerleading squad had meant that helping the developers test their unusual invention was the only way we could attend this competition. So, although I was still a bit squeamish about the whole thing, I'd been dreaming about participating in this nationwide event for years, and I wasn't about to let something like this.

I was still half-suspicious that this was an elaborate prank. After all, even if the fabric actually works, you still have to count on being seated next to someone you know well enough for shyness not to be an issue, and that seems like a tall order. When I brought this up, Coach said something about plans to add a mechanism for individual as well as pair privacy, but for a sports team that shared a locker room anyway, that finishing touch didn't seem worth delaying the trials of the seats, which were the main point. Still, the whole idea just struck me as weird. How exactly all this technology was less costly than a normal lavatory was beyond me.

"Do you really think Coach was serious about this?" I asked my best friend Natalie as we made our way to the most posterior seats still available.

"Well, Tracy," she replied, briefly inspecting one of several navy-blue curtains hanging from a rod that ran the length of the bus on each side of the aisle. "If these privacy curtains are any indication, I'd say yes." I reached up with my duffel bag to toss it into the overhead compartment, but my tall blonde friend smirked as I struggled a bit to reach. "Being short sucks," I pouted.

Natalie tossed her own bag up with an ease that taunted me and claimed the window seat. "You're not that short," she chuckled as she put our large shared tote bag of entertainment and other provisions at our feet. "And besides, you have enough curves to make up for whatever you lack in height."

I muttered an unconvinced, "Thanks," and sat down next to her and tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind my ear self-consciously.

"Seriously, I'd kill for your cleavage," she muttered back.

"Alright, I get it!" I said, my mild annoyance quickly giving way to amusement. "You turn your fair share of male heads, too, you know."

"True," she admitted with a smugness that made me laugh despite myself.

The bus quickly filled up, and a quick glance to the front showed Coach apparently nearing the end of her head check. In another five minutes, the bus shook briefly with ignition as our roughly eight-hour journey began. Once we were on a long stretch of highway, Natalie reached in to our tote, pulled out two big bottles of water, and offered one to me.

"Nat! Seriously?"

"C'mon! Coach always wants us to hydrate ourselves on the way to an event to have us ready for warm-ups as soon as we arrive. She always has no matter what we were riding, remember? Honestly, I'm surprised we haven't had hardly any accidents on any of our other trips." She paused. "In a way, this bus is a solution to a problem that's been looming over us since day one. Because of the hydration policy, the threat of accidents was always hanging over our heads. Now, we can have our cake and eat it too, so to speak!"

I begrudgingly took the water from her but refrained from drinking right away lest she figure out my inner realization that she'd made a fair point. I finally took a quick swig before hauling out my DVD player and headphones to take my mind off it.

I watched in peace for a good couple of hours or so before Natalie nudged me with her elbow. "Just got a text from the captain. The magic upholstery has passed its first test.

I raised both my eyebrows, my curiosity overshadowing any other response. "Really?"

"See! I knew you were curious,..." Something else caught her eye. "…and apparently so are some others."

I turned to look where she was looking and saw that, not only had a few curtains been drawn, but a couple of my bolder teammates weren't even bothering with the privacy guard at all. I plainly saw Darla standing up and pulling her beige shorts down while Erica was already sitting down with her jeans around her shins, peeing shamelessly onto her seat, if the look of relief on her face was any indication. In shock, I threw our own privacy curtain into position to block my view, but that instinct quickly wore off, and I found the corners of my gaping mouth tugging upwards as I turned to Natalie and started giggling despite myself. It was so audacious, and yet this is exactly what we were supposed to do! We laughed at the weirdness of it all, and my self-consciousness waned substantially.

I soon resumed my movie, and it ended up lulling me to sleep. I awoke a while later to the sound of Natalie talking to her older brother on the phone. But I soon realized that that wasn't what had actually woken me up as I felt an all-too-familiar pelvic twinge. I looked over at Natalie only to find that she seemed to be beset by the same affliction, and judging from how she was holding her crotch and rocking herself, it had probably been building up for much longer than my own pressure had.

A resigned sigh escaped Natalie's lips, and lodging her phone between her cheek and shoulder, she leaned back and unbuttoned her jean shorts. I watched slack-jawed as she half-stood with her back supported by her seat and yanked her shorts and panties down. She then collapsed back onto the cushion. The slightly obtuse angle at which she now sat put just a few millimeters between her genital slit and the seat, but that was enough to see how strong the stream was that erupted and flowed steadily out of her. She leaned her head back with half-lidded eyes and presumably bit back a moan. She was still peeing quite forcefully when she finally caught my eye and mouthed, "This feels so good!"

She kept emptying her bladder for a few moments after she finally ended her phone call. "Oh, wow! I had to go pretty bad!"

When her flood stopped a moment later, I watched in awe as it only took about thirty seconds for the huge puddle to soak into the seat and apparently disappear entirely. I was so amazed that I had forgotten to be discreet about my own desperation, and it took Natalie's suddenly mischievous grin to realize that I had begun clutching my own crotch and squirming. "Why, Tracy, do you have to go to the bathroom?" she drawled.

I realized that the urge was quickly getting worse, likely no thanks to her having relieved herself right in front of me just seconds before. I squirmed and rocked for about a minute longer before I gave up. "Nope! I can't hold it anymore, at least not when there's really no point to it. Damn you!" I shot her a playfully indignant look before I leaned back, lifted my butt off the seat, and practically tore my own shorts and panties down to my shins. No sooner had I landed my butt back on the seat than I let loose a fierce torrent. I gasped and bit my lip to avoid moaning. The rush of extreme pressure release and the feeling of my warm pee pooling around my privates and thighs soon had me leaning back with my head bent skyward in utter relief. "Oh, that feels so much better!"

After I finished soaking my seat, it dried just as quickly as Natalie's had, so I pulled my shorts back up and sat back down. Natalie and I looked at each other and giggled. Now that I'd taken the plunge and found it oddly liberating, I felt more comfortable with the situation. Don't get me wrong. It was still weird. Just not in the more awkward way it'd been before.

We both continued drinking water, a bit more eagerly now that the prospect of having to pee wasn't as intimidating as it had been. I was the first to need a second release. I'd actually held it for a while to let the pressure build up. Most of the unexpected pleasure of my first unorthodox peeing experience relied on unleashing some serious volume, and I wanted to be sure that if I was going to break decorum again, it would at least be decently worth it. I waited until I was visibly squirming (or would've been, if Natalie wasn't taking her turn for a nap at the time) before I gave in. I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I then yanked my underwear down and lowered myself back onto the cushion. Thighs apart, I leaned back a bit and let out a satisfied sigh as I started peeing with reckless abandon. After about a minute of steady flow, I had practically covered my seat with a huge wet spot.

Natalie's turn came just as our trip was approaching its end. She was still asleep when we rolled into the county where the competition was being held, so I shook her awake. "Hey, we're almost there."

She stirred and blinked before opening her eyes fully. "How close?" she asked.

"About ten minutes, maybe," I answered with a quick glance out the window. Even as I spoke, she suddenly hissed and grabbed her crotch. "Do you have to pee again?"

She nodded. "I'd probably make it if I really cared, but I don't think it matters." She swiftly unfastened her shorts. "I'm just gonna go right here." She propped her butt up long enough to rip her shorts and panties down and then let herself fall back onto the cushion. Within a second, what looked (and sounded) like a gallon of pee was gushing out of her, completely soaking the seat once more. "That's better," she said when she finished.

Things got even more interesting on the trip back home after we'd earned second place. Andrea, our tall auburn-haired squad captain, had been busy helping Coach organize our embarcation that morning, so by the time she was free to go to the bathroom, she apparently didn't see the point in running back to the rest station's lavatory. So although Andrea was among the last to board, she was definitely the first to relieve herself on the bus. She climbed up and had already unzipped her jeans when she reached her seat. A couple of seconds later, before we were even on the road, she was quite openly and rigorously peeing into the fabric.

We followed a bit behind her and approached a brunette named Jasmine and her red-haired best friend Ginger (whose parents apparently weren't very creative with names). Poor Ginger had broken her arm in a particularly daring routine. She had valiantly seen it through in spite of her pain, but she was now comfortably in a sling. "I tell you what," we overheard Jasmine say, "why don't we just take 'em down now and leave 'em down until we get there, so you don't have to keep asking me for help going to the bathroom like a little kid." Ginger nodded gratefully, so Jasmine opened up the redhead's pants and pulled them down for her. "Actually," the brunette realized as her companion sat down, "that sounds really convenient anyway, injury or not. Who cares?" she shrugged and unbuttoned her own white capris just as we passed by.

We gaped at each other and wordlessly agreed that their idea was very intriguing. As soon as we found our seats and pulled the privacy curtain into place, we promptly lowered our shorts and panties in a single motion each and planted our naked butts on the high-tech cushions.

Over the next eight hours, we drank to our hearts content, and when we felt that pressing need to pee, we didn't hesitate to just flood our seats. Once, when we were watching a movie together, the urge made itself known again. Without even taking my eyes off the screen, I just spread my thighs a bit and let myself pee nonchalantly on the seat. Later, when the movie was over, Natalie was reading something on her Kindle when I saw her lean back. Her gaze never wavering from the text, she simply extended her thighs outward and started peeing. By the time she'd emptied her bladder, the fabric she sat on was absolutely soaked in a warm puddle, but we both new it wouldn't be for long.

I was the first to wake up when we arrived home. I woke Natalie up, and we soon rose to our feet, made ourselves decent again, collected our things, and pulled the curtain open. On the way to the exit, we came upon Jasmine and Ginger, both still seated with spread legs peeing freely onto the cushions. Jasmine's torrent was healthy enough, but Ginger's was an outright deluge! "One more for the road?" I teased.

Jasmine chuckled as she continued relieving herself. "Ginger here wanted to see just how much these seats could take in, so she's been holding it for hours. When she realized our time was up, she just exploded! And then, the sight and sound of it just made me have to go too, so…" She sighed in satisfaction as her flow dwindled and then stood up to re-dress herself.

Ginger kept gushing for a few moments. "Mmm," she intoned when she finally finished unloading it all, "That felt so good! I had to go so bad!"

Jasmine laughed as Ginger stood up, and the former swiftly helped the latter pull her pants back up and fasten them. "I had my doubts about this whole pee-where-you-sit thing," the redhead confessed, "but I have to admit, it's been fun! I hope we get to ride this bus again."

"Me too!" I concurred.

November 7, 2015

Good pointǃ I hadn't thought of that.

November 6, 2015

The situation began as a mundane annoyance, one that was all too typical in big cities like Berkley, and I found myself mildly regretting my decision to go to college in such an urban area. Traffic had slowed to a crawl and then a literal stand-still as some unseen obstacle ahead of us created a bumper-to-bumper jam that stretched for what looked like a couple of miles, at least to our increasingly bored eyes. Fortunately, I was with my best friend Trina, so I knew that even in a situation like this, the dull moments wouldn't last long. Trina had a very dry sense of humor that was at its best whenever she had maxed out her daily boredom quota (which I estimated to be pretty soon). Her good-natured snarkiness, combined with her tan skin and typically Latina curves, made her a real magnet for men. I've always been a bit jealous of her attractiveness, I'll admit. It's nothing serious, but I do sometimes feel a bit more self-conscious around guys when she's next to me. Ironically, whenever I bring it up, she insists that she's actually the jealous oneǃ Being a mousy, bespectacled redhead with a full-body set of freckles, I find that hard to believe, but apparently, according to her, my butt is no less shapely than hers, my breasts are actually a bit firmer, and she'd kill for my "emerald orbs that you call eyesǃ"

But I digress. We'd been well on our way back to campus after visiting my family (who treated Trina as one of their own, with mutual results) when disaster struck. We were now stuck in Trina's sky-blue 2010 Volkswagen Beetle with the setting sun taunting us with the prospect of a long day potentially turning into a long night. The home-to-school commute was long enough as it was, but this time, it seemed we'd get an extra dose of butt numbness from sitting for even longer than usual. Fortunately, we'd packed the usual generous amount of snacks and drinks for the trip, and I was nursing my second bottle of Sprite while Trina was making short work of her third can of Red Bull. In retrospect, it probably wasn't very smart to drink so much, but in our defense, we didn't plan on the traffic jam of the century holding us up, and it was only just now hitting us just how bad it could end up being.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on?" Trina intoned, her words much more wry than frustrated, as I'd learned to expect. "When I packed my toiletries, I didn't think I'd have to break them out while I was still in the car. Welcome to the Volkswagen Inn, where you can wake up every morning to the refreshing scent of motor oilǃ"

I smirked. This was typical Trina, and I was never more grateful that she was around to keep things entertaining. "If this keeps up, we might have to work out driving shifts so we don't fall asleep at the wheel."

"If it comes to that, we'd better save that really big Slim Jim stick."

"Why that specifically?" I asked.

"'Cause it's the nearest oblong object I can think of right now, and if it gets to the point where we end up camping in our car, I'm going to get out of the car, march however long it takes to find whoever started this pile-up, and plug him up at one end. It'll be worth the loss of rations, trust me." Her deadpan intonation juxtaposed sharply with the ire that her words would normally imply, which only made it all the more humorous. "In the meantime, maybe I can track down that guy that passed us with the obnoxiously loud speakers and ask him to turn on some conga music. I'm bored, and both our phones are too low on battery to waste on entertainment, so an impromptu automobile conga line might be the only thing that can save my sanity. How much money do you have, in case we have to bribe some of the other drivers to humor us?"

I laughed. "Well, at least it couldn't get much worse."

"Thanks, Ceciliaǃ I was looking for a way to goad the fates just a little bit more. Nice goingǃ" Her sarcasm might have sounded genuinely angry to a stranger, but I knew better and just smiled sheepishly. "You just don’t say stuff like that when we're already in troubleǃ It's a jinx waiting to happen. In fact,.." she paused to verify what she was about to say, "…yepǃ I officially have to pee nowǃ" She took another swig of her Red Bull.

"Well, then why are you still drinking?"

"Ah, it's almost empty anyway. What's done is done." She plucked her phone off its belt clip. "I still have about a quarter of a battery left. I'm gonna call my roommate and tell her we're probably going to be late so she doesn't wait up." I nodded and leaned back in resignation to the boredom of a consequent lull in our own conversation. Perhaps just to be doing anything at all, I topped off my own drink as Trina made the call.

That call turned into a tangential conversation just long enough for the last vestiges of the sun to finally duck behind the horizon. Halfway through, I began to worry about her battery, but soon after I was distracted by how she was beginning to squirm in her seat. Soon after, although I couldn't really see, I began to suspect due to what I could see of her upper arm movements that she was trying to sooth her crotch through her red leggings. Man, she must be starting to burstǃ I thought to myself. As she finally hung up, I opened my mouth to ask how bad it was, but before I could, she emitted a soft moan and a sigh

"Yep, it's time," she said decisively as she promptly climbed into the seat next to hers and leaned half-upright against the back of it. I heard some shuffling, and a nascent shock took hold of me.

"What are you doing?" I ventured, apprehensive that I might already know the answer.

"Exactly what you think," she said casually. "I have to go to the bathroomǃ" A glimpse of her bare thigh from my perch on the right back seat as she lowered her pants further confirmed my suspicions.

"Are you crazy? This is bold even for youǃ Why don't you go outside?"

"And risk giving some creep out there a peep show with all those building lights still on? Nothin' doinǃ There are no woods around for me to duck into, and this jam isn't going to clear up anytime soon. Plus, I need an empty bladder to drive safely tonight. I'll have plenty of time to clean it up after we get to campus. But right now, I just don't care. I can't hold itǃ" She had barely spoken those last words before she collapsed onto the seat. I stared slack-jawed at the back of that same seat as I was sure I actually heard the initial burst of what quickly grew into an audibly hissing flood. She leaned forward, spread her legs, and bent her head back, moaning long and hard. "Oh, that feels so goodǃ So much betterǃ"

She soaked her own carseat for a full couple of minutes before a final sigh signaled the end. "Holy crapǃ I had to pee so badǃ Thank God we took my own car."

She was already back in the driver's seat, pants up and all by the time most of my shock finally wore off. "Clearly," I said, managing a small smirk. "Just when I think I know you well enough to predict your moves…"

"Hey, I wouldn't be doing my best friend duties if I didn't keep you on your toes," she replied. For some reason, I chose that moment to yawn despite my best efforts not to, so she added. "Now, get some sleep. The traffic ought to clear up sometime tonight, but I'll need a back-up driver so I can conk out when I get too sleepy." I nodded in agreement, still reeling slightly from Trina's use of a spare carseat as a makeshift toilet.

I drifted off much sooner than I anticipated, and before I knew it, I was shaken awake from a deep slumber. I felt the car moving, but it took a few moments before my grogginess gave way to pleasant surprise. Not so pleasant, however, was the discovery that our traveling was not what had awoken me. Instead, my own bladder was quite suddenly crying out for relief. Sneaky bladderǃ I thought, Filling up on me while I sleep so it hits me all at once when I wake up. I instinctively reached a hand to my crotch and started squirming, which only brought the memories of Trina's uninhibited self-relief on her own upholstery rushing back. This was no fleeting pang. This was a persistent urge felt across the entire front bikini zone, and it was growing more pressing by the second. I suppose it was inevitable for the thought of taking a page from Trina's book to cross my mind, but I decided with a suppressed moan to resist the temptation. Nevertheless, I suddenly had a new appreciation for Trina's earlier plight.

Then, my friend's voice from the front seat made me nearly jump out of my skin in my heightened state of self-consciousness. "Hey, you know I have a rear-view mirror, right? You're worse than I am at hiding the urge. Did you not learn anything a few hours ago? Just drop your pants, scooch over, and go right here. It'll be dry by the time we get home anyway."

I opened my mouth to protest, or at least to ask if she was sure, but my desperation was too intense. Muttering my quick thanks, I half-stood cautiously and practically tore my jeans and panties both down in one swift motion. Somehow managing to climb into the adjoining seat at a speed comparable to Trina's even with my pants at my ankles and almost collapsed. The promise of impending relief proved too much, and my hips didn't even quite make it onto the cushion before I exploded with a loud, quivering gasp. So, with my butt hovering barely a centimeter above the seat, I swiftly braced myself by grabbing the headrest in front of me and continued letting the torrent gush out of me. The sensation of the intense pressure being released combined with the rush of warmth at my genital entrance and on my thighs prompted my own long and drawling moan. I barely had time to see Trina's cocked eyebrow in the mirror before my eyes slid shut in a moment of ecstatic relief. Although a huge puddle seemed to form under me at lightning speed, I still managed to pee for a good couple of minutes before the flood finally dwindled. "Oh, wowǃ" I breathed with half-lidded eyes as I ejected the final squirts. "That felt so goodǃ I had to go so badǃ" Still in a daze, I managed to pull my pants back up, climb back into my original seat, and flop back down.

"Damn, girlǃ" teased Trina. "You just gave me a run for my moneyǃ If I just heard those sounds out of context, I might suspect you had a guy back there doin' you real goodǃ"

The last vestiges of shyness obliterated by my own actions, I just smirked back at her. "Shut up." Just having "gone to the bathroom," as Trina had so innocently put it earlier, had never felt better!

July 17, 2015

This will be my first real contribution here, so I hope you get the same rush out of this fantasy of mine that I do. I'm a guy, but it's written from a female perspective, so I hope I did well.

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Hi! My name is Ophelia. I'm a stout but well-proportioned and apparently curvy half-Asian/half-Latina college girl. I'm 19, and I guess you could call me a bit of a geek. I graduated from high school summa cum laude and wear a rather cliché'd pair of glasses with little or no make-up. My fashion sense is relatively simple, usually consisting of faded blue jeans, a tucked-in white tank top, a belt, and a flannel overshirt.

I'm not sure whose bright idea it was to organize the dorms in one of my university's largest residence halls the way that they are. A "unit" is a pair of bedrooms with two beds in each room linked by a shared bathroom. A "block" is a division of five such units with a shared kitchen. Seriously, four girls sharing one bathroom? I would wonder what the architect was smoking that day, but actually, it seems to work surprisingly well. So I guess I ought to give him or her the benefit of the doubt. Still, on the face of it, it just doesn't sound like something that would work as well as it does until you actually see it.

You see, my roommate Erin moved in with me because she had fallen on some hard times in terms of financial aid and could no longer afford the more expensive one-bed-per-room dorms. She was accustomed to a lifestyle that was...adventurous. Not only that, but she was also bit loose-lipped about her sexual behavior. Now, I'm not a prude, but I am a nerdy virgin who believes that certain information should stay in the bedroom for the comfort of others, so it was often a bit awkward with her. I envied her tales of a private bedroom,...until she disclosed that she actually had two beds: a "sleeping bed" and a "sex bed." The convenience has something to do with laundering the linens, but I cut her off with a loud protest of "TMI!" before she could go into detail. You would think I would be a bit relieved when she moved out after her financial aid situation improved, and I was in general, but she even managed to make her departure awkward by insisting that I keep the lower bunk bed that had been hers, including all the bedclothes, for "other purposes." She insisted that I had a "hot body" and that I would soon come into my own sexually. Still, we parted on overall good terms. She was friendly enough and never pressured me to be more exploratory before I was ready. If the worst that my first college roommate did was make me feel a bit squeamish sometimes, I was probably one of the lucky ones. Still, I very willingly shoved the whole thing into the back of my mind, made only slightly more difficult that no new roommates were forthcoming for quite a while.

Then, it happened. In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. My drinking habits and the fact that I still had two other quasi-roommates in the other half of my unit were a recipe for disaster! I'm a bit of a Pepsi addict, and I quickly got into the habit of bringing one into any particularly boring class to keep me going. Another peculiar thing about me is that soda tends to go straight through me, and with a vengeance! Within about half an hour of polishing off a can or bottle, I feel the familiar pangs of a nascent urge to pee. About a mere five minutes later, I'm practically bursting! There's very little build-up or warning before I'm holding on to what feels like a gallon or two. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, the severity of this effect had never really hit me before, because relief was always easy and quick. Even with my busy schedule, the timing of my commute from campus to my dorm worked out just about perfectly, as I usually made it home just as I was beginning to noticeably dance around.

For a valedictorian, I really should have known better than to rely on such delicate timing, because one day, I arrived at the dorm to find a closed bathroom door greeting me for the first time. My first reaction was mild confusion as to what could have broken my roommates' usually non-overlapping hygienic routines, and I jiggled the knob just to verify that it locked. My bladder protested with a sharp but tolerable pang, and I briefly rubbed my crotch through my jeans before resignedly letting my backpack fall to the floor. Well, it's a bit of a bummer, I thought, but they probably won't be long at all. I can hold it for a few minutes.

I decided to check my e-mail and maybe coerce myself into starting that paper whose due date was hovering dangerously near. On second thought, I chuckled at my own naivete. It was hard enough to discipline myself under normal circumstances, but now I had the distraction of a rapidly filling bladder. After verifying that nothing particularly important or engaging fun had come into my inbox and grumbling at all the spammers for giving me so many flashes of false hope, I turned a hopeful look to the bathroom door. It was still closed, and as if on cue, my bladder decried the situation again with a somewhat stronger and more sustained twinge. I sighed and decided to see if some random YouTube videos could make the time pass faster, making sure to avoid anything that looked remotely like it could make me laugh. It turns out, that only works when you're actually bored, but when you're desperate to use an occupied bathroom, nothing you watch is adequate distraction. I was barely into the first video I found before I failed to resist another look at the door, which remained closed.

That was the first time I realized that I could be in serious trouble, as the momentary pangs were growing into a more steady discomfort. I sucked in a deep breath through O-shaped lips before resuming the acoustic cover of some pop song that I don't even remember now, but even when I eventually tried something more intellectually simulating, I kept having to re-watch several parts of the global warming debate because I just couldn't concentrate with the pressure building in my groin. Within about ten minutes, I was massaging my crotch almost constantly, and my knees had started bouncing on the edge of my desk chair along with my ankles on the floor. In within another ten minutes, my YouTube viewing had almost come to a standstill as I started leaning back and forth rapidly and repeatedly almost in sync with my bouncing legs. All the while, I looked at the door at intervals of what felt like eternity but in retrospect I estimate were probably about 30 seconds on average, and each time, the increasingly imposing door taunted me with its relentlessly closed status. Meanwhile, the clock seemed to crawl slower than it had in any class.

By know, the discomford was fully sustained and had spread throughout my entire lower abdomen, and I suddenly realized that an accident had become a very real possibility. I finally decided to stand up to see if that would ease the tension. Big mistake! The act of standing caused the strongest pang of urge I'd ever felt on top of the more steady pressure that I had ironically sought to reduce. I cast another hopeful look at that blasted door and let out a loud moan as I ventured skipping over to verify once again that door was in fact locked. It was. I groaned and begain bouncing up and down, using the incidental and haphazard rotation to scan the room for any viable container and finding none. Why did I have to bee so diligent about disposing of all those soda bottles?

Instead, my eyes randomly landed on the lower bunk bed and lingered there. Only in my desperate state could I even believe what I was suddenly considering. It probably wasn't what Erin ever had in mind, but surely it would be no less messy. I shook my head and groaned as my sense of decorum protested fervently, but its inner voice was dwarfed by that of my now-aching belly. Trying to convince myself that the door would open just as I took the plunge, I looked around to make sure there was no other option, but a final swelling in pressure made my decision for me. Screw it! I can't hold it anymore! With so little time to spare that I now marvel that I even had the foresight to yank back the sheet and comforter, I pulled down both my jeans and panties in one swift motion, turned around and collapsed onto the exposed mattress as if onto a toilet. The edge right up against my calves, I braced myself with both hands…and let loose. My eyes almost completely closed, I let out a muffled gasp as I immediately started peeing like a racehorse. What I'm sure would have been quite the forceful torrent had I hovered rather than outright sat nevertheless made itself known by the loud hiss it made as it spread wide and deep into the surprisingly absorbent bed. Plus, although the relief would have easily been pleasurable enough, the warmth on my thights, crotch, and butt rendered the whole experience almost orgasmic. Finally finding my voice, I arched my back and moaned loudly as the flow suddenly got even stronger and my relief even greater. I stayed in that positon, breathing heavily, until I had finally relieved myself completely and the unseen torrent abruptly dwindled to nothing. Looking back, it probably took about two or three minutes for me to unload all that pee, but it felt much longer and yet not long enough at the same time.

"Hoo!" I finally sighed before slowly standing up to survey the damage. I was pleasantly surprised that none of it had soaked through onto the floor, especially given the volume that I had expelled. The top of the mattress and fitted sheet were, of course, thoroughly drenched, but not so much that simply throwing the comforter and sheet back into place couldn't hide the whole incidence. Although I almost never have guests, that was a comfort. I further realized that I could launder it without anyone even knowing, since everything that needed cleaning would be hidden by the comforter and sheet, which would ease my paranoia about people figuring out what I had done simply by the odd time I would be visiting the laundromat. I bent down to get a slightly closer look and realized that Erin had left a mattress protector under the fitted sheet. Given her sexual habits, perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was very grateful to her at that moment. Despite myself, a half-sheepish/half-sly smile bloomed on my face. Harrowing though it was, the whole experience was paradoxically exhilerating and, I daresay, arousing. "Other purposes" indeed!

Over the weeks that followed, I found myself actually hoping to find myself in a desperate situation like that again. After about a week, I started deliberately drinking more and taking more time than usual to walk home just to tempt fate. It worked once or twice, but that only made me more comfortable with the mischief of it all, and eventually, I stopped pretending that I even needed to be that desperate. I have since then gotten into the habit of laundering the protector and fitted sheet every five days or so. Strangely, the perfect storm of extreme relief and warmth never seems to get old, nor does the volume of pee ever seem significantly less despite the fact that I'm not always as desperate as I was the first time any more. Just recently, I was ironically engrossed in a YouTube video when that familiar urge hit me. Hoping to finish the video first, I held it and let the pressure build up before I finally decided to just go right there. I casually rose from my desk, lowered my pajama pants, pulled the quilt and sheet back, sat down, and promptly unleashed my usual gallon. I gasped and moaned several times as is typical, to the point that I might sound like I'm actually having sex if anyone were to hear me.

I doubt Erin would have ever anticipated this, but somehow, I suspect that she would be proud of me!

June 21, 2014

Nice! Here's another one of my favorites:

http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Peeing-on-her-carpet

June 20, 2014

I'm not sure if this is the right place to start something like this, but here goes.

This is one of my all-time favorites:

http://femdesp4life.tumblr.com/post/84128366543/letmeseeyoupee-if-theres-one-thing-i-cant-get

It's a rather good example of what arouses me most. I'm not a big fan of accidents, but neither do I particularly like it when the peeing is deliberately erotic. For me, the best kind of unorthodox urination occurs when the woman may be desperate for a while (mainly for the sake of a strong stream), but the ultimate self-relief is a consciously deliberate act due to preoccupation or nonchalance. For instance, maybe she's just too engrossed in a TV show, so she tries to hold it, but when it becomes too much for her, she says something like, "I don't care anymore. I'm just gonna go right here." She then lowers her pants, squats or stands over a convenient spot on the floor (or bed, sofa, etc.), and lets loose. All the better if she moans in relief.

Unfortunately, this is rather difficult to find. Free content where the peeing is deliberate also tends to present no pretense as to the situation, with the actresses overtly putting on a show, while I prefer that they at least pretend to be breaking decorum for less erotic reasons (as described above). Such content also tends to be too racy for my taste (vaginal close-ups and what-not, while I'd prefer a side or back view with a good stream). The above is one of the few gems I've been able to locate that's at least in the ballpark.

Anyway, I was thinking this could be a link-sharing thread for those who are at least close to me in terms of their interests. Even if it doesn't quite do it for me, it might be just what someone else is looking for, so if you have any relevant links to share, please do!

January 3, 2014

Yes, fetishes are fickle and picky things, aren't they?

January 3, 2014

I was rather young too, maybe about 9, 10, or 11. My babysitter brought a little magazine or something (I think it may have been Readers' Digest), and I happened to read a short story about a young woman goofing off with her friends in the woods. I think they started playing Hide-and-Seek, and she had to pee while she hid, so she eventually "just went right there" (to this day, that phrase turns me on) only to discover her stream running off towards a young man I think she liked. The story itself wasn't that explicit, but for some reason, it stuck with me until about my early 20s, when my curiosity finally got the better of me and I began looking at omorashi pics on the web. I eventually graduated to videos.

December 24, 2013

Hi! I'm a 28-year-old guy who obviously has a peeing fetish. My favorite type is what I call "female nonchalance" or "truncated desperation." That is, when a woman pees in an unorthodox place not necessarily because she's desperate, but rather because she either can't get to a bathroom or is too lazy or busy to do so. It's cool if she starts out desperate, but I like it when the ultimate decision to just let loose right there (especially indoors) is a conscious one, especially if she actually says something like, "To heck with it! I'm just gonna go right here!"

I'm not a big fan of super-graphic stuff, like vaginal close-ups, though. The stream is more important to me.

Not sure how many of us are that specific in our tastes, but anyway, that's me.

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