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Welcome back to the Women's Olympic Marathon. If you've been keeping up with the competition over the last few years, you know it's evolved dramatically. For those new here, the event changed significantly over a decade ago. Now famous Francine "Fanny" Flowers won the gold medal in an unusual way. Franny was a runner because she was almost always late. Even to compete on the world stage, her team only managed to get her to the starting line minutes before the race began. As a result, she was not able to relieve herself beforehand. Normally this would be a disadvantage, as the extra weight woul

This pee training boot camp is brutal, non-stop drinking, long hours of holding, morning distance training, afternoon volume measurements... I'm not sure I can take a month of this. I'll last as long as I can though, I want to be able to piss six feet on command when I make it out of here.

Nope, you've the format down just fine. Good post.

Hey guys, you won't believe what happened over the weekend. I was at the discount store looking for the tobacco and patchouli candle that I like to get a new one. Standing in the aisle I see a blur go past and the far end. Then a second later a girl takes a back-step and glances down my way. She turns and at a normal pace comes to look at the glassware on the opposite side from me. I had already gone through all the candles, but her manners told me to stay and observe, so I sidled down to almost right behind her. She was quickly glancing from object to object, but she was fidgeting almost rhyt

"Young lady what have I told you about pissing at the dinner table!?" {monotone} "Don't waste it on the floor... someone is bound to want a refill."

"Mom! Bethany's peeing on carpet again!!" "Shut it you little brat, next time it will be your pillow!" "Don't threaten me with things I want..." "Both of you HUSH! You know I can't respond when your father's using me as his urinal."

As a young girl it was a rare occasion that I found my dad left the browser logged into his porn sites. I was smart enough to know how sex worked at that age, but looking through the various images and video something always left me bored. I would watch these girls get railed by men or give blowjobs, but unless there were multiple guys it always seemed that it was just an effort to get the guy off. As a result I became fascinated with lesbians. I loved this because no matter the scenario, the girls both reached climax. It was about the ladies getting pleasure. One evening while watching a vide

"Alright class, we will be taking a ten minute recess. You are free to get up to stretch your legs or get some food. You will be allowed to eat quietly when we resume." "Can you point me to the nearest restroom?" "Sure! Stand up, walk to the end of the aisle, when you get to steps, remove you pants, and relieve yourself. That goes for anyone else as well. You are free to pee anywhere in the room as long as it is not disruptive."

The basics of world-building are there, so just a matter of using standard tropes with the new "physics" as it were. Pretty sure I'd keep this going for an entry now and again.

Something a bit different here, this was a story request. I tried to make it sound like they're rushed, so short sentences and exclamations. Why do I always start a new game right before I should be going to bed? Now I've overslept and I'm running late to meet up with my friend. I COULD have taken the car, but my girlfriend left before I go up, so I guess I'm stuck walking. Gotta throw on some clothes, grab my stuff, and out the door. OK, just need to keep a reasonable pace. I can do this, come on legs, keep me going. Shoot, I didn't think I needed a pee break before I left, but the furth

Why hello there good looking. I think you're just the kind of drink mixer I've been looking for tonight. Wait! Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I have proposition. As long as you don't mind chatting with me I'll buy your drinks for the next hour... and when the time comes, you can give them back. If you know what I mean. Ah! Bartender, get the lady whatever she wants and put it on my tab. I can't wait to drink the pint you pour me from down below.

I moved out of town for college, but a few weeks ago I called up my old friend and we got together for a visit. We're reminiscing and talking about the Playhouse from our old schoolyard days, that evening we went back to see the old place. Somehow it was still standing; we noticed it looked almost completely rebuilt though. It was roughly quarter after eight o'clock and the sun was just setting, it was also the weekend so no one was around. I popped open the door and then the shutters, She handed me the cameras; I put one in the kitchen facing to the right wall, and the other on the table faci

Hello again fellow P-VLoggers. The other week on a short trip out of town to get content for you all to enjoy, something odd struck me. No, I didn't get a surprise dick whip in the face, by two guys... for a THIRD time. I was at a big box warehouse store, cloistered in a hidden back area, behind the "Employee Only" section. I had found a forklift sitting quietly there and decided to clean it up a bit by making it dirtier in the all familiar way. I climbed up in the seat and noticed that a box was still on the lift, which we all know is not protocol (Forklift Certified BABY!). Leaning forw

I hate that feeling when you walk in a room and forget why you're there. It happened to me the other day, walked into the bathroom and *poof*, thought gone. When I got back to the living room the puddle on the floor reminded me that I had needed to pee... but clearly I did that before I left.

Young lady, since you clearly don't understand the the repercussions, let me explain it to you. Excessive liquid on hardwood surfaces cause it to expand, at which point the pressure will cause it to buckle and then either dislodge or crack. Yet you insist on pissing here, even while I scold you, when there is carpet TWO STEPS AWAY FROM YOU. The fact you intentionally left your chair to squat over this space shows you have no respect. You could have easily gone right where you sat without issues. So, since you want to act like a trollop, you will be treated like one. {light, firm slap to the fa

This is just a short experience, but I needed to share it. I was out with a friend of mine doing some shopping. We were hitting up a few independent places that we don't get to often, so small stores. We were done eating and headed to the next locale, as we wandered around; the urge to go started to catch up with me. Now as I said, this is somewhere we have been multiple times, so I knew they had a bathroom. I headed down the small hall to find a sign on the door, "Restroom Out of Order." OK, I go back to the front checkout, "Can I use the bathroom?" "Sorry, not serviceable." Pol

Welcome to the first meeting of "Peeing in Modern Literature." As expected most of you are questioning how many stories have references to peeing in them. The truth is that question is irrelevant. This class is about pissing on the the drivel that is consider current day writing. So everyone before next class I want you to relieve yourself in the "Self Help" section of any big name book seller. If you have a witness, good, filming will be awarded extra points. The class will critique your style and book selections. Ladies you will have it easier, skirts are key. Fellow

Julie what are you doing? The sign specifically says they are closed. Yeah, but I didn't know and I really need to pee. I'm just going to make a late night mail drop. [2 min later] You weren't kidding, the whole floor in there is covered... could you hurry up though, I need to go now.

Don't go crazy on my behalf. I'm thankful you even did as much as you've.

Much appreciated. If I'm remembering correctly there's a sequel where 1 of the other girls finds the puddle in the room. Can you post that as well? Been years since I'd a chance to read these, so thanks again.

"Hey babe?" "Yeah?" "I kinda need to pee, you want to drink it?" "Nah, not thirsty right now. Go ask my sister." "Okay, thanks."

I'm so glad we came to an agreement. This works so well, I get to pee down your throat, you get to pee on the floor. Everybody wins.

I go to thrift stores once a month, buy a huge bag of clothes, and bring it home with me. I spend the next week with all of it in the bag, peeing on it whenever and as often as I can. When I'm done, I take the whole thing to my friend's laundromat. We put everything through two full washes, then we inspect all the items and repair them or if they're too far gone, set them to the side. The fixed group gets dropped off at the out-reach office. The other pile get torn up and turned into blankets and dropped off at the homeless shelter. We write everything off as dona

I was going through my old toys from when I was a young girl. My parents would always try to buy things that were "educational fun." Thankfully one thing that I adored they bought me plenty of times. I had a huge marble run, it had ramps and loops, spinners and see-saws, so many different funnels and tunnels. I had NO IDEA, it would work even better pissing in it. I don't think I have gone in the toilet for over a month... and I just now decided to change the order of the system!

My answer for this is always the same, "Slightly too large for the frame." It scales for petite to average and above. I like them big and this makes them appear that way without being excessive. Unless we're talking drawings, then the slider goes MUCH further.