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  1. I apologize I’m advance for the long back story but I do feel like it’s necessary. so a couple weeks ago I played a drunk truth or dare game with some friends. I ended up having to do a dare and the dare was to try an abnormal fetish. we ended up googling a bunch of different ones and put them all in a list randomized and low and behold.. I ended up with omorashi! I have never heard of this and decided joining this forum and exploring it before trying it was the best thing to do. I have read a few experiences and let the thoughts race through my mind about all of this. I decided to try and pee my pants before taking a shower one night and just absolutely could not bring myself to do it. I had to go pretty bad then and still couldn’t do it. I mean I’ve trained myself my entire life NOT to do that.. lol Anyway I was determined to find a way to try it! Now I will say if I drink much of anything typically it goes right through me and I have to go pretty urgently once it hits. my friends have made comments about me always having to pee, so I’d guess I have a small bladder. I’ve had to pee really badly multiple times and had grave concern that I would have an accident even a couple times, but I never actually had one. I’ve peed a little bit here and there before from laughing or coughing but who hasn’t? Fast forward to tonight, I was working a second job that I occasionally pick up when I have nothing going on. it was a 10:00PM-3:00AM shift as a CNA. One of my best friends worked with me so I knew the night would be pretty fun and relaxed. usually the late shifts like this are pretty slow, but they do have busy moments. There have been a couple close calls of me being busy and not being able to pee for a while and feeling like I might have an accident while working here, so I felt like tonight could be a fun opportunity to put myself in a desperate situation. I stopped on my way in and got a 44oz coke and had a couple water bottles in my car so I took those in too. over my first couple hours I slowly but steadily drank all of my coke and the urge was starting to hit me pretty hard. we were completely dead as my need was getting obvious and I was just sitting there talking with my friend so it would’ve been too awkward holding and not going to a restroom so I went a head and broke my seal and peed. I started drinking both of my waters and got them both down within the next half hour and that’s when the work started getting busier. Call lights and a couple late showers had to be done. I was focused on working for 30 minutes to an hour and out of nowhere I had to pee and it was extremely urgent! we were about to do another shower and I chickened out right beforehand and ran on to the restroom again. I was too nervous to pee my self in front of my friend and a patient. I went ahead and refilled a bottle and drank it quickly after I went to the restroom. I decided to keep refilling it and had a couple more over the next hour and got even closer to having an accident again and of course chickened out yet again.. The only thing is this time I started leaking as I got to the restroom and I peed myself a little bit. my underwear leaked through and showed a little bit on my scrubs, thankfully they are black so it didn’t show! After this restroom trip I had 45 minutes left in my shift and a 15 minute drive home so I drank yet another water and REFUSED to let myself visit the restroom before leaving. 10 minutes until my shift ended the urgent need hit me hard again.. I ignored it, it got worse, I kept ignoring the need but time was dragging so slow and I had to pee worse and worse by the second! I had to hold myself and squirm and dance practically nonstop for the last couple minutes just to hold it. I was so nervous but at the same time excited! I felt like I was going to finally get a sample of the fun you guys talk about on here! I had to waddle my way across the building to clock out. It was by far and away the biggest struggle of my LIFE! Thankfully no one was in the hallway and didn’t see me fighting my bladder for it’s life! I knew as I made the long walk around the guiding towards my car that there was no way I could hold it til I got home but I decided to say screw it and risk it anyway! I danced and held myself with all of my night as I stepped slowly to the car.. until I got right to it and the floodgate broke loose.. a small leak turned into a couple more, then to a slow stream, to a complete flood and pee pouring out of me through my pants, all down my legs, into my socks and shoes and all over the ground. of course I didn’t think this through at all and had nothing to put in my car seat to keep it dry so I just had to sit there with pee pants all over my seat and drive home like that. I didn’t realize though that there was still a ton of water trying to work it’s way through my body and my need got extremely quickly again and I ended up having a second uncontrollable accident and peeing what felt like a gallon right into my cloth seat.. So my thoughts as I sit here in my drive way in a massive puddle in my drivers seat of my car and my pants soaked from top to bottom and my feet feeling like they’re swimming in my shoes, THIS WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF FUN😉🥵 I wanna try this again soon, it might end up being my new thing! and since I’m already soaked and sitting in a puddle and have to pee AGAIN. I’m peeing myself again as I type these words 😘
    52 points
  2. Oh boy do I have a mammoth story for you guys today I have never had a proper accident in front of people in my life... until today. This is exactly the kind of story that I've been reading from other people on this site for years but the kind of perfect storm of circumstances that I never would have thought really happens... until it happened to me. Let's set the scene. This morning, I woke up significantly earlier than I usually do so I thought perfect, I have even more hours to play with, I'm going to do a big hold and hopefully end up wetting some lovely skinny jeans and film it for all you lovely lovely people on my ManyVids (humble plug 😉). This is unfortunately not how the day turned out although the result was arguably better, even though I wasn't able to film anything. I started by drinking a nice cup of tea and heading out to my local shopping mall. I don't have much privacy in my house which makes omo play a bit of a logistical nightmare, but I digress. For this hold, I planned to drive to my nearest motorway service station (about 25 minutes away) which has showers. I thought that would provide plenty of privacy to film a desperation/wetting video and would be ideal for easy cleanup. I walked around some shops and bought some skinny jeans from a charity shop to wet in, and some cute undies to wear in future videos. While shopping I worked my way through two energy drinks which totalled about 500ml, on top of the previously mentioned cup of tea, as well as about a litre of water. You can see where this is going. I went into the public toilets, not to pee but to change into my peeing clothes. What a concept right? 🤣 Being inches away from a toilet but not letting myself use it was torture, and as soon as I shut the door all my drinks caught up with me at once. My body knew I was out of sight of prying eyes so my bladder spasmed, pee fighting for release so desperately that I had to hold myself tightly with my hand to stave off the flood. I managed to calm down, and changed into the designated wetting jeans I had just bought. I left the shopping mall feeling incredibly full, and still had a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I laid a plastic bag and a towel on the seat of my car as a just-in-case, but this turned out to be a premature omen, it seems. In my haste to leave the mall, I absent-mindedly set up my sat nav but didn't think to check it was actually directing me to the right place... it wasn't. I took a wrong turning, got a bit lost, and ended up adding an extra ten minutes onto my journey. Turns out this was indicative of how the rest of my hold would go. I arrived at the motorway services station absolutely bursting. The extra 10 minutes of the drive had been a bit frantic and now I was at my limit. I gathered up my bag with my clean, dry jeans in and a towel. In hindsight I am so, so glad I had these items 🙏 I stiffly got out of my car and headed towards the building. I felt like I was about to leak as I was walking up the steps, but turns out it was about to get much worse. There was a sign on the door to the service station: Please be advised that the toilets are currently out of service for refurbishment. Apologies for any inconvenience caused. Oh, they were about to find out what kind of inconvenience this caused and then they'll be sorry. I know this is the kind of convenient inconvenience that it feels like would only happen in the movies or in other people's omo stories that have been posted across the internet over the years, and I thought this as well until it happened to me. I didn't think too much of this hurdle because I was heading for the shower, not the toilets. How naïve of me. I only made it a few steps into the lobby when I glanced to the hallway that leads to the toilets and the shower. The entire hallway was blocked by a construction barrier. Now, I would like to preface this next part with a disclaimer that in order to practice this kink ethically, I am strongly opposed to leaving a mess for an unsuspecting somebody else to clean up, when they do not share this kink. It's my hard limit, I don't want to leave a mess. That being said, in this situation, I did not have a choice in the matter. I pissed myself. Not a leak, not a few little spurts, I had absolutely no warning. I just started peeing full force into my jeans, right there in a big open communal space where truck drivers were drinking coffee and chatting. I was in shock, I panicked, I froze. What the fuck do I do?! No matter how much I squeezed all my pelvic muscles I was absolutely powerless to stop the stream. I dashed quickly to a side so I was at least not right in the walkway. Reassured by the fact that my jeans had soaked everything up thus far and there was no puddle on the floor, I pressed on. I made it as far as a big block/pillar thing which I was able to sort of 'hide' behind for some shelter from view, maybe cling on to a tiny shred of dignity. Shop workers in full view of me didn't notice what was going on, I felt like an agent somehow going undetected. I'm sure some of the truck drivers saw the wet streaks down the backs of my legs but I didn't care, maybe they were into it. Right now all I needed to do was find somewhere, anywhere, to piss NOW. Ahead of me, I could see the hallway that led to what was supposed to be toilets. I hobbled, cross-legged, towards the hallway and moved the construction barrier to slip around it. As a last ditch attempt I tried pushing on all the toilet doors (maybe refurbishment hadn't actually started yet?) but every single one was locked. I had no other option. There were two empty mop buckets at the end of the hall. I made a beeline for one and half-squatted over it, draining as much as I could into the seat of my jeans. Some people walked past the other end of the hallway so I stood up as not to be caught in the act, and hid as much as I could behind a tiny outcropping of the wall. I was completely frantically pee dancing at this point, but thankfully nobody saw me. The people walked past and I immediately hopped back into position over the mop bucket. It was incredible to relieve some of the pressure. A man approached the end of the hall with a tentative hand on his rather swollen lower abdomen, clearly looking for the toilets. I quickly stood up and resumed my position behind the wall. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, hopefully with a look of sympathetic resignation on my face. He asked me if there were toilets down here, and I said no. I wonder if he realised what was going on in that moment, that I was leaking into my jeans the whole time he was there. After he left (presumably to go and find a secluded tree or something, lucky sod) I perched over the mop bucket one last time and released some pressure. I didn't want to empty my entire bladder into it, like I said, I strongly disagree with leaving messes for other people. The only mess I left was absolutely critical and completely out of my control. Having freed up enough pressure to function normally, I turned my attention to my soiled clothes. Remember that bag I had with a towel and some dry clothes? That, my friend, was a godsend. I took out the towel and wrapped it around my waist, to shield my dignity because I was in full view of anyone who happened to walk past the end of the hall (which was right by the entrance so yes, lots of people were walking past). I peeled off the soiled skinny jeans (a challenge in itself) and undies. At this moment a member of staff appeared at the end of the hall with a 'wet floor' cone. She thankfully didn't notice me or some any closer, because I was stood there like a deer in headlights, completely nude from the waist down and clutching my panties in my hand. I hurriedly put on my dry clothes and wrapped the wet jeans up in the towel, put everything back in the bag and then booked it back to my car, not looking up or daring to make eye contact with anybody. I was in utter disbelief. I could not believe that had just happened. I drove to the nearest petrol station and used the bathrooms there, taking a moment to process what had just happened to me. As I sit here writing this a couple of hours later, I am still in disbelief. It doesn't feel real. What an experience. Definitely the craziest omo thing to happen to me in my life. The first and only time I have ever wet myself in public, without meaning to. I mean, I've deliberately wet myself in secluded woodland before, but never in a room full of people whether I liked it or not. (Spoiler alert; I did like it. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought such an experience would be. For the most part, I got away unscathed. Nobody 'caught' me necessarily and anyone who did witness the accident had the decency not to confront me, and I was able to leave the situation in dry clothes. I'm sure if anyone had directly seen/spoken to me or if I'd had to leave in my soggy jeans, I would be feeling very differently about it 🤣)
    47 points
  3. Biku's art

    It's a house party! Spirits are high, drinks are abundant, toilets are scarce (one), and bladders are overflowing! (This is my 1000th post)
    41 points
  4. Two weeks ago a good friend of mine got married. After church, there was a reception with champagne, coffee and cake. I talked to a good female friend of mine from college (Janna) who I had not seen in a few years. She is 29 and works as a consultant for a Big Four company. As the schedule was really tight, we were suddenly urged to get to the taxis in order to make it to the wedding dinner on time. In order to keep our conversation, Janna and I boarded the same minibus taxi together with about eight other people. Janna and I were sitting in the back row and usually the drive should only take half an hour. However, there was some obstacle on the highway which led to huge traffic jams. We therefore had to take a detour and the whole drive lasted almost 90 minutes instead of 30. Janna and I kept talking about this and that. After about half an hour I realised that Janna was constantly moving her legs. She also seemed to get less talkative within the next few minutes. She also asked me if I know how long we would still have to go. But I had no idea as I did not even know where we were exactly. We briefly left the highway and then suddenly stopped just next to the road. A guy in the front got off and went to pee right next to a tree more or less in full view of the car as some of his buddies were laughing. He must have begged the driver to make a pit stop. I noticed that Janna was very interested when the guy got off. However, it took him less than two minutes to pee and come back into the car. Janna seemed quite disappointed and kind of said half to herself, half in my direction: Actually, I also could do with a bathroom break somewhere. I said that there is no real bathroom around and she agreed. Within the next few minutes she got even more quiet and seemed to concentrate while jiggling her legs right next to mine. We then went on another highway where thee was also stop-and-go traffic as many cars had to take the detour. At this point, we were still about 45 minutes from our destination. When I asked Janna something, her mind seemed to be somewhere else and she did not really answer my question. She then apologised for not being talkative and said: I'm sorry, but it's just that I really kinda have to use the bathroom. I noticed that she had a really worried expression on her face now and she had started rubbing her thighs through her yellow-coloured dress. A few more minutes went by until she asked me if I think that we could stop somewhere to use the bathroom. We were in the middle of the highway in standstill traffic, so I told her that I do not know where the next reststop is. She went back to fidgeting until it seemed to get so bad that she had to lean forward in her seat. She then said in a strained voice: Ugh, I really need a bathroom, how much longer do you think it will take? I did not know. She then tapped on the shoulder of a girl in the row in front of us and told her that she has to pee. The girl said that she will ask the driver which she did. However, the driver just shook his head and seemed to be annoyed. The girl then told Janna that the driver said there is no restroom around and he cannot stop now. Janna seemed to be really desperate by now. The girl in front of us told her that she also has to pee and that they would have to hold on together. However, this did not really comfort Janna. A few more minutes went by until Janna's state seemed to go from bad to worse. She could not sit still anymore and was desperately squirming in her seat. Another 3-5 minutes later she suddenly grabbed her crotch and had a strange grimace on her face: This is super embarrassing, but we need to find a bathroom now. I don't think I can hold it until we get there! Two minutes later she grabbed her crotch hard again saying I don't care anymore and opened her seatbelt. She urged the girl in front of us again to please ask the driver to stop. When the driver seemed not amused, Janna pleaded with the girl to make him stop. Then the unthinkable happened: Janna grabbed my leg with one arm and put her other hand over her mouth and almost started to cry. I really need to get off or else I will.... she then squirmed in her seat again until she suddenly stopped and with a strange and shocked expression said: I'mgonnapeemypants, ohmygod! Of course, I did not believe it, but she seemed frozen in her seat now and did not say anything anymore. I only realised that she was serious when she took her hand out of her crotch and I saw that her hand was wet. She started sobbing and I could not believe that this smart adult woman really just started peeing in her dress. When we got off about 10 minutes later, she tied her jacket around her waist and immediately ran to the bathroom. She did not attend the dinner anymore, but must have told the other guests that she feels sick. I have not heard from her again since.
    34 points
  5. Hello, meanwhile I am into holding and wetting on purpose. But before that I had a wetting accident. It was the first and only real accident and very embarrassing for me in the beginning and it kept me busy thinking about it. But then somehow it felt naughty to do it and I recognized there are lots of people that enjoy such wettings and do it on purpose. I did a lot of holds in the last 12 month since I started holding and wetting and lately finally registered here and posted about my first holding/wetting that took place outside. As some of you asked about my first incident, I will let you know what happened: I (27 years back then, now 28) was with a friend (female, 26 back then) at the spa. In the afternoon we drove back. The drive normally is about 2 hours by car. My friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Since I was very tired I slept on the passengers seat. When I woke up, my bladder was pretty full and I really needed to pee. We still had about 50 kilometers to go, but I thought I could endure for the last 30 minutes. A few kilometers before my destination, we unfortunately and unexpectedly got stuck in a traffic jam on the city motorway. Probably due to the rush hour traffic and an accident. The cars moved very slowly and I knew there was no parking lot or gas station on the last kilometers to my apartment. In the end we needed what felt like three quarters of an hour longer. I needed to go to the toilet more and more urgently and was more and more desperate. When we finally got off the city motorway, the traffic was moving again and I was hoping to make it the last 2-5 minutes. I was keeping my legs pressed together all the time to hold. While sitting I was able to keep control. My friend then let me get out and I rushed into the apartment building (did not really run, but walked as fast as I could in that state). On the stairs I felt a short splash into my slip. Then in the hallway in front of my apartment door I couldn't hold it anymore and it ran completely into my slip and jeans. I stopped to prevent the worst, but I couldn't stop it at all. By the time I regained control (maybe after 5-10 seconds) I had a very wet spot up to my knees on the front and the back - and some trails even down nearly to my ankles. I was so shocked and really embarrassed. Luckily no one saw me.
    32 points
  6. Here's a little tale of desperation I wrote up for @WiiGuy86 that I thought deserved to be shared with you all... I used to work on a pick-your-own fruits and veggies farm - not in the actual fields, but manning the little farm stand. When people came in, I would check their wrist bands and hand them plastic buckets (like this: https://products.blains.com/600/14/140431.jpg) to put their harvest in. My little building contained nothing by a cash register, piles of those buckets and a sink to wash the dirt off your hands. There was a main building where guests could buy souvenirs and snacks, plus the only bathroom on the farm, separated from me by about a 2 minute walk. It's important to note here that my boss was kind of a jerk. Nothing made him angrier than people sneaking onto the farm without paying the entrance fee, so I was not allowed to leave the desk unmanned under any circumstances. I ate lunch at the counter and unless there was someone else free to cover for me, I was basically stuck there all day. Because of this, I was usually quite careful to make sure I peed right before my shift began and controlled my water consumption pretty carefully. One day, though, it all went wrong. It was a scorching 85 degrees and all I had to cool me down were a few dusty fans and staying hydrated. I kept filling and refilling my Nalgene from the sink - it felt like I was sweating every bottle right back out. Of course, that's not quite how human physiology works, and halfway through my shift a slight need to pee began to arise. I radioed over to the main stand to see if anyone could cover for me, but nobody was free. Having pretty good faith in my bladder control, I figured I could get through the last 3 hours or so as long as I slowed down on the water. It would be unpleasant for sure, but I could make it, and I'd just dash right over to the main building as soon as I was done. Spoiler alert: it was not fine. My bladder kept filling and filling as all those past bottles dripped their way through my kidneys. I was thankful that I sat on a stool behind a high desk - like your girlfriend says, it's definitely easier to hold while sitting, plus no one could see me flexing my thighs and squirming around. As the last hour approached, I did give in and popped the button on my denim shorts to give my bladder some much-needed room to expand. The minutes ticked by, but I would be okay. I could make it. With about half an hour to go, though, I got a terrible call from my boss: we were having an event the next day and he needed me to stay late and clean up the farm stand so it would be "presentable". I grumbled internally, but that was fine - I could still go use the bathroom after we closed and then come back to clean. Finally, finally my shift ended and I gingerly peeled myself off the stool. Tugging my t-shirt down to cover my unbuttoned shorts and (at that point quite obvious) bladder bulge, I locked the door behind me and set off towards the main building. As soon as I stood up, I realized just how desperate I was. I badly needed to piss and I needed to piss soon. I waddled as fast as I could, up the dirt road and up the steps to the main building, only to be met by the worst sign I'd ever seen taped to the door: SORRY, CLOSING EARLY TODAY! No one had told me, and there was no explanation offered. I jiggled the handle and knocked loudly on the door, hoping that they too had just shut down for a deep clean and there were still employees inside. Alas, I was met with no response. At this point, things were getting bad. I don't get truly desperate often, but it was building and building by the minute. After confirming that I was truly alone, I allowed myself a quick, blessed moment of relief by shoving my hands between my legs and giving myself a tight squeeze. Not knowing what else to do, I set off back towards my building, cursing my boss and the whole stupid farm under my breath. Safely back inside and assuredly away from prying eyes, I devolved into an archetype of desperation. I was bouncing from foot to foot, clutching myself and letting out (frankly embarrassing) whimpers. I ran through my options, of which there were not many. I didn't have the keys to the main building, so that bathroom was truly inaccessible. I lived too far away to consider driving home and coming back, plus my boss would lose his mind if he stopped by and I wasn't there. We had no porta potties or other facilities. I briefly eyed the sink, but it was too high for me to jump up on and I was certain that if I tried to clamber up in this state, I would end up leaking at a minimum, if not worse. It seemed like my best choice was to find a place to squat outside. Now, another important piece of information is that our land shared a border with a neighbor's residential house, and that border was directly next to the back side of my building. Furthermore, there were no hedges and not much tree cover to make the separation; the "border" was just a chickenwire fence and a few scattered trees. None of the trees were thick enough for me to hide behind, and there weren't even any bushes, but I was frankly too far gone to care about dignity. I shuffled around back, feeling like I quite literally did not even have a minute to spare; I could feel the piss begging to burst out of me, pulsing down again my tightly clenched urethra. I made it behind the building, hands already eagerly tugging at the waistband of my shorts, but just as I was about to squat down, I glanced up and... made direct eye contact with my neighbor, who had apparently picked the world's worst time to hang out in his back yard. With a yelp, I stood back up and ran back inside. Practically in tears, I frantically considered last resorts. Peeing anywhere else outside was too risky as my boss was definitely still on the premises and could show up at any minute to check on my cleaning progress. I was absolutely certain that if I didn't do something in the next 30 seconds, I was going to be pissing myself for the first time in my adult life. There was only one option left: the buckets. You might be thinking this would have been the obvious solution all along, but you see, I am something of a germaphobe and take food safety really seriously. Even with the knowledge I could wash and sanitize it, the thought of urinating in a container that customers used to carry food had been simply unjustifiable. All of the adjectives in the world could not reflect just how desperate I was than the fact that I was now truly considering it - no, not considering it, deciding on it. With a groan, I locked the door, grabbed the first bucket I could reach, fled behind the counter and flung it onto the floor. With my legs shaking like crazy, I frantically clawed my shorts and panties down to my knees and squatted down. Now, sometimes when I've been holding my bladder for too long, it takes a minute to get going and I just sort of dribble for a bit. This time, that was absolutely not the case. My stream began as soon as I lowered myself down and it was strong. That little building was quickly filled with an obscene array of sounds: the incredibly pronounced hiss of 8 hours worth of urine leaving my bladder at maximum velocity, the loud drum of my heavy stream against the hard plastic bucket, and the rather obscene moans and gasps leaving my mouth fully involuntarily. Within a few seconds, the sound of piss hitting plastic changed to the bubbling noise of liquid meeting liquid as my release covered the bottom of the bucket. As I've mentioned before, one of my main turn-ons is not just a desperate, gushing piss but a long one. As I often do when I think something impressive is happening, I pulled out my phone to time this, albeit missing the first several seconds. The relief I was feeling was some of the best I've ever had. I pissed on and on, the thick stream not even beginning to lose power until a good 20 seconds had passed. After that initial torrent, things slowed to a more normal speed and decibel level, but they did not stop. It felt never-ending. Normally, this would be my dream scenario, but once the crazed urgency left the forefront of my brain, the reality of the situation did begin to set in. I was peeing in a bucket at work, in a building with open windows, with the possibility of my boss showing up at any minute. I began to push hard, hoping to draw things to a close before the situation ended in me getting fully and shamefully fired. Finally, things did draw to a close, although it did take several rounds of pulsing my bladder to rid myself of the last few waves of piss. I pressed stop on the timer, shook myself dry and redressed myself. I dumped the bucket in the sink, scrubbed it copious amounts of soap and the hottest water I could stand, and then rinsed it out with bleach to soothe my anxious mind. I finished up the cleaning as quickly as possible, locked up and drove home with my legs still shaking slightly. Now, what of the results? Let me tell you - it almost made the stress worth it. I checked the timer when I got to my car: including the pauses between those closing mini-streams but not including the first few seconds I'd missed, the beautiful numbers that appeared on my phone screen read 1 minute and 48 seconds. And in terms of volume... The buckets we used held 8 quarts and were about 8 inches high. At the time, I didn't think much of my output; when dumping it in the sink, I noted that I'd filled the bucket maybe an inch, which didn't seem like all that much. However, writing this up just now inspired me to do some math. If my piss filled about 1/8 of the bucket, that would be about a quart... And one quart is the equivalent of ~946 mL. I'd measured my piss on a few prior occasions, but never when truly desperate - a slightly-more-than-comfortably full bladder usually gets me about 550-600 mL. Never before had I gotten so close to a liter. I almost wish I'd held on just a little bit longer and gotten all the way there.... I guess I'll have to try again!
    29 points
  7. This is going to be a rather short one compared to my usual experiences but I just HAD to share this! Tonight, my wife and I went to see one my favorite bands live for my birthday. My wife and go to shows regularly so this is. I thing new. We Uber’d to the venue as we both wanted to drink. I decided to just wear some black ripped skinny jeans and she wore a skirt with fishnets. Both of us wore our usual chuck taylors also. We arrived shortly after the doors opened and immediately headed to the bar. A shot of fire ball whisky and 1 16oz beer for each of us. Well, before we knew it we were both on round 3 for beers and whisky. My wife hides her buzz well but I was definitely feeling it, and so was my bladder. I suggested we finish our round then head to the bathrooms. She agreed. The first two acts flew by before we knew it. At this point, I was working on my 6th beer and she had switched to Red Bull and vodka. I knew the caffeine would hit her fast but I think the beer hit me even faster. We made one last stop at the bathroom before the main event came out. They finally hit the stage and I already had to pee again. I decided I was going to wait as long as I could because I didn’t want to miss a minute of their act. The beers were hitting hard and after half of their set, I felt like I was gonna burst. It was getting super hard to stand still and when I did, I felt like the beer trying to escape. I grabbed my wife and told her but she wanted to wait until the end of the song. Okay cool I’ll be fine. Or so I thought anyways. The song finally ended but I was squirming so much. I felt like I was going to pop. I told my wife I HAD to go now or it wasn’t going to be pretty. She agreed and said she had been fighting it for a good 10 minutes. We made our way thru the crowd as fast as we could. We finally get to the bathroom and bam, a line. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer and pleaded with the lady in front of me. She hesitated but eventually agreed when she noticed I couldn’t stop squirming. There was only two more people in front of me now but neither would swap me. I was doomed. I was holding back with every once of strength I could muster. Finally, two stalls opened. I was next and my bladder knew it. I could feel the leaks coming but I kept squirming and fighting. I decided to undo my belt and pants while I waited to save time. Finally! A stall opened and I sprinted in. Thanks to being prepared, everything came off with ease and I was feeling the joys of relief within seconds. Now let me tell you, that was the closest I think I’ve been to having in accident in almost a year. I must’ve peed for a good two minutes before I finally stopped. My poor wife thought, when I came out of the stall she was still waiting and by the look on her face, she was about to pop too. But fortunately, she was next line. I joined her in line to motivate her to keep holding and encourage her. She told me that she had a small leak as I ran in. A stall finally opened for her and she also sprinted in. I washed my hands up and waited for her outside. She finally emerged looking much happier and very relieved. The rest of the show was amazing and we didn’t have anymore close calls. Once we got outside though, she told me that couldn’t get her panties out of the way in time and they had caught a few big leaks but nothing visible on her skirt or even the floor.
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  8. Me and my girlfriend went out to dinner and drink over the weekend. It was really sweet and we both had a good time but all the water and the margaritas made me and my girlfriend really have to pee. I was a bit tipsy too, which didn’t help at all. We got an Uber back to our apartment. My girlfriend was rubbing her thighs a little, but I was BURSTING! It was really hard to not make a fool out of myself in the Uber. I’m sure the driver noticed my urge, but felt it was too awkward to bring up. There was a visible wet spot on my panties as the ride came to an end. The sheer about of strength I had to use to keep my pee at bay meant that I could barely stand on my own. As soon as the I out of the car, I lost control for a bit, and after I regained control, my urge was doubled. My girlfriend turned to me as soon as the driver pulled away. “Did you pee in the car at all?” ”N-no, I mean, a little, but it wasn’t that much.” She took my hand and didn’t let it go. It kind of looked like she was my mother and I was a little girl who needed to go potty, but I didn’t care. I was WAY behind the point of trying to maintain my dignity. She kept holding my hand as I potty danced and whimpered while we waited for the elevator. I spotted a plant in the corner of the lobby and looked at my girlfriend, then looked back at the plant. “You really can’t even wait a couple more minutes?” I nodded no, with tears forming in ny eyes from how badly I needed to go. “Ok, follow me.” We went over to the plant and she, to the best of her ability, shielded me from public view. I lifted my dress and squatted over the plant and finally let go. I nearly started crying over how good it finally felt to pee. I didn’t noticed until we got in the elevator that I forgot to pull aside my panties, but I didn’t care at that point. I showed her the damage when we got back to our apartment, after which we showered together, cuddled while watching a movie and finally fell asleep.
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  9. So, today I was home alone for a little bit and decided to do a mini hold. I was looking more for the feeling of being desperate- I wasn’t aiming to lose control, but also was not going to be upset if I did. I caved in before hitting the point of desperation. Up until recently, I’ve had a bladder of steel, never having an accident. I only leaked when I had a tampon in and sneezed or coughed. I usually can predict that happening so I can take precautions. Other than that, nothing. So this really took me off guard I hit my weed pen before going to see if I could ignite a tiny leak (I don’t really leak when I cough or sneeze even when doing a hold and am fully desperate, and if I do, only a little comes out. Usually enough to dampen my underwear). Any way, I coughed and I felt a big spurt release. This took me by surprise. I froze for a hot second. I could feel my underwear was wet. I checked to see if my shorts were wet (they were blue), and they were. Before I could finish processing it, I coughed about 3-4 more times, which were followed by tiny leaks.The kind you feel release, but didn’t really make a difference to anything. By the second cough I was heading to the bathroom because I didn’t want to ruin my carpet, which was a good call because once I got to the bathroom I coughed one more time, hard. The kind where your body convulses. I felt another spurt of pee release from me, this time, I hear it hit my bathroom floor while feel it trickling down my legs. I finished peeing on the toilet, removed my wet underwear and shorts, and hopped in the shower and processed this. I noticeably peed my pants coughing. I was both excited and concerned that I had peed as much as I did. My concern is how little control I had (I usually have some) because I’ve never peed my pants in front of anyone before. Which I do hope happens one day while laughing or something, but I don’t want it happening at the wrong time. I didn’t even get all the way desperate and peed. I changed into yellow shorts and did something’s around the house and laid on the couch. Typical Sunday stuff. I got up to put something away and sat back down. When I say back down I started leaking. Or maybe peeing. I don’t know, but my body released pee for about 6-7 seconds. I tried to contract my muscles to stop it, but nothing did. I was just peeing. I didn’t even think I had to go. I touched my shorts and they were wet. I looked at my couch and had also peed on the couch. This one threw me off entirely. No stress to the pelvic floor muscle, no holding, no indication of needing to go… I just went. I went and cleaned myself up and changed again. Feeling embarrassed by this point so yeah, I peed my pants twice today. I’ve gone my whole life without accidents up until recently. Today too my by surprise. if anyone has any leaking stories, I’d love to hear them! I love hearing about surprise leaks and spurts for whatever reason. Feel free to share!
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  10. VID_20230520013210.mp4 😇
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  11. a zip would be appreciated :')
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  13. Greetings everyone, saw this on thisvid. Does anyone know who she is? IMG_9637.MOV
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  14. I just woke up from a nap having to go baddddd but I’m naughty so I went outside and let it flow out of me slowly… it felt so bad peeing in my dress. IMG_1696.mov
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  15. Howdy, stranger!
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  16. All right, here's what I've been able to find! They were all together in my files, so it's possible this is all I have. I'll keep looking just in case because I have about 1,000 videos left, but it might take a few days. Busy week. peeingaroundtheworld alpine.MP4 peeingaroundtheworld borrego springs.MP4 peeingaroundtheworld bus stop.MP4 peeingaroundtheworld mendoza.MP4 peeingaroundtheworld reflejos del salar de uyuni.MP4
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  18. She wishes she could’ve peed more but she was nervous hehe. more to come! fansly.com/ppqueen
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  19. Sophie Hisgrove anxiously glanced at the clock: 12:53. Still seven minutes to go. Seven minutes till freedom, until her time at university would be over. After the seemingly endless days at the library, nights brushing up on the Ottoman Empire instead of going to the pub, she was ready to reap the rewards of her hard work. Very soon, she'd be several pints deep in the beer garden at The Sheep and Tiger, making up for a month of exam induced abstinence. But first there was something very pressing she had to attend to. Trying to distract herself from her very full bladder, she glanced round the room. Her best mate Jasmyn's eyes had practically rolled back into her head, and Sophie knew exactly what was happening. An explanation is necessary at this point. Sophie's world on the face of it looks a lot like the Planet Earth that you and I are familiar with. It's still 2023, there's still a Leeds University, and people aren't using jetpacks to get to Tesco. But unlike the world we know, everyone is born with a randomly allocated special power of some sort. A lucky few had powers that made their everyday life extremely comfortable, but most people's powers were fairly innocuous and made very little difference to their everyday lives. Sophie's dad, for example, had the power to cook ingredients perfectly using his mind, and owned one of the most exclusive restaurants in London as a result. Sophie's sister, on the other hand, had the power to sharpen pencils using her mind. A useful power, but hardly one that was going to change lives. It was Jasmyn's power that Sophie was very, very jealous of at this moment in time. When Jasmyn's bladder was full enough, she is able to transfer her urine elsewhere. In other words, she could urinate freely without getting her clothes dirty. Usually, she'd just divert her pee into a nearby river or stream, but occasionally, she had been known to send it to other people's bladders instead. She normally only did it to people that have pissed her off. Once, she accidentally transferred her piss into Sophie's bladder when they were both drunk and bursting for a wee in the queue for Popworld in fresher's week, an action which led Sophie to wet herself in front of most of her new course mates. Once again, Sophie was reaching breaking point, and was praying for the end of the exam so she could go and relieve herself. Finally, the invigilator announced the end of the exam. Sophie had already undone the top button of her jeans, such was her desperation. Fortunately for her, Jasmyn had managed to send her pee somewhere else this time, otherwise she would have 100% wet herself. She wasn't even sure she'd make it to the toilet at this point. Her fist was dug deep into her crotch at this point, physically shaking as she waited for the invigilator to pick up her paper. She glanced desperately at the hordes of people already leaving the exam hall. There was no way she'd be able to wait in line. Her bladder, sensing defeat, allowed a drop of urine to escape into Sophie's panties. Almost on the verge of tears, Sophie silently cursed herself. She had time to pee before the exam, but had stupidly decided to spend the last few minutes cramming revision instead. And now all the coffee and water consumed was coming back with a vengeance, filling her bladder to the point of near-explosion. The second the invigilator had her paper, Sophie was up, clutching herself, whilst simultaneously pulling up her jeans. The urine sloshed uncomfortably as she left the hall as fast as she could, moaning as another spurt leaked out. She briefly assessed the queue for the ladies, but the sea of desperate woman dancing frantically stretched across the corridor and beyond. Sophie knew that simply wasn't an option. She'd only just shaken off the Sophie Piss-grove nickname, and she was not prepared to embarrass herself like that. For Sophie, wetting herself was now an inevitability. It was just a case of damage limitation. As she hobbled up the stairs, Sophie's mind was on finding somewhere where she could discretely wet herself, then make an excuse to head home, change, and come back ready to party. What she hasn't banked on was a first stroke of good luck that day: on the right at the top of the stairs was a vacant toilet. That joy was very short-lived, as speeding frantically past her came Francesca Alcaraz. Not much was known about Francesca. She was incredibly beautiful, with long black hair and immaculately maintained lightly tanned skin. This plus her mysterious aura meant that many at the university fancied her. But the few people brave enough to try and ask her out on a date were shot down instantly, with just a long and withering stare. Very few people had heard her talk, yet she somehow seemed to get top marks in every exam. She lived a life of solitude, and was normally found in Booth K on the 3rd floor of the university library, normally dressed head to toe in black, and always looking completely unapproachable. A rumour went round in second year that she spent an entire week in that booth without drinking, eating or peeing. With that in mind, it was strangely humanising to see Francesca running past her, clearly in dire need of relief. But Sophie knew time was against her, as she felt another dribble of wee run down her leg. Francesca darted into the bathroom, too desperate to shut the door. "PAUSE," Sophie shouted, her gaze fixated on Francesca, who had already started pulling her knickers down. Sophie rarely made use of her special power, the ability to freeze another person for one minute, but she had no other option. Rushing into the loo, she practically ripped her jeans and panties off. The second her bum made contact with the seat, her desperately, desperately, full bladder finally relaxed. The feeling was indescribable, better than any sex she'd ever had. As urine cascaded out of her exhausted peehole, she couldn't help but feel bad for Francesca, frozen in time right in front of the toilet. Very soon, she would unfreeze, and realise the toilet she was so close to was now unavailable. But Sophie's bladder had clouded her moral judgement, and she found it difficult to care about anything besides the intense feeling of utter relief. A minute passed, and Francesca reanimated, confused and on the brink of exploding. She shrieked as her bladder gave up. A gush of urine leaked out of Francesca, before steadying to a strong stream, dampening her knickers which halfway round her ankles at this point. Still dazed by the situation, Francesca tried to hold herself, clutching her pussy through her black skirt, but she was past the point of no return. Sophie finally stopped urinating, but Francesca's stream went on and on and on, flooding the floor of the toilet. She had given up trying to stop the stream, and instead, glared intensely at Sophie, as her bladder emptied itself involuntarily. Sophie wiped herself, keen to avoid eye contact, pulled her pants and jeans up, and flushed. "Francesca I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Sophie mumbled, shame taking over the high of relief. Francesca said nothing. "I only live a short walk away, you can come and shower and borrow some of my clothes if you like?" Francesca continued to glare at Sophie, who was now washing her hands. Francesca started whispering, intensely and angrily. "I'm sorry?" Sophie asked, fed up by the interaction. Francesca's volume crescendoed gradually to a scream of unintelligible words. Sophie wasn't renowned for her linguistic ability but she'd never heard the language that Francesca was shouting. It was almost mesmerising, her words had a chant like quality to them. It was also deeply terrifying, and Sophie no longer wanted to invite her into her flat. "Okay never mind then... sorry," she meekly replied, sheepishly leaving a piss-drenched Francesca chanting in the bathroom. Sophie pulled her phone out, and opened up WhatsApp: "Hey, got held up soz. I'll meet you outside. Got an unbelievable story for you..."
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  20. pv

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    so this. this is interesting. it has ageplay, peeing diaper, masturbating, orgasm announcement, wearing a diaper as a hat, smelling wet diaper orgasm, and i dunno, 3 maybe 4 orgasms total. count them and correct me if im wrong. also add any kinks i missed in the comment section. i think she may have tried to mess her diaper? maybe. upvote and i will post more. she is on a different level.
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  22. “Next!” The older administrative woman behind the desk called out to the line of students snaking its way out the office and around the corner. “Last name?” The woman asked, sounding bored as a young woman, Bella, stepped forward, directly in front of the desk separating the two. “Perez,” She replied, softly. “Age?” ”22.” ”Preferred gender?” ”Female,” Bella answered. ”Alright…” The older woman sighed after a pause in the questioning. “Here is your schedule for this upcoming term, classes, locations, times, ect.” She said, handing several folded pages across the desk. “This is a list and descriptions of our extracurricular clubs and teams this year,” She continued, handing her yet more pages. “Annnd here,” the older woman wrapped up, “Is your bathroom pass assignment.” Bella immediately unfolded this sheet of paper, skipping through most of the top quarter of the page. Skimming down, she saw a “0” in bolded font. “0?” Bella questioned to herself, though still out loud. “Seems that way,” the older woman answered, still bored despite Bella’s growing anxiety. ”How?” Bella started, in disbelief. “I’m on campus all 5 days of the week. I… I have days I’ll be here ALL day . How can I possibly… I wasn’t assigned ANY bathroom passes this semester?!?!” ”You’re well aware of the lottery policy in place, Ms. Perez,” The woman at the desk replied without missing a beat. Bella breathed out. “You’re right. I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault.” She turned and made her way slowly out of the office, allowing the next student to take her place at the desk. How could she make it through the entire semester without any bathroom passes? Not a single one. How could this possibly be allowed? How would she even make it through her first day tomorrow?
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  23. Hi everyone This story happenned to me two days ago. I am french so my english isn't perfect, if you didn't understand something, please ask me. For the contest, I have a strong ADHD who is never treated because I was diagnosed at 20, so since my childhood I have an executive dysfunction; for absolutely no reason, I do not meet basics needs for hours (eat, drink, sleep and going to the toilet). The dysfunction is more strong when I am hyperfocused on something. And for more fun, I gave birth 9 months ago, I didn't broke my perineum but he weakened a little, so when I sneeze or I'm blowing my nose, I need to cross my leg for not leaking pee in my pant. So, at the evening, I started to play Sims 4 and because I ordered a pizza, I have also taken a bottle of Coca Cola. I drink a lot of Coca while playing on my PC and, because I have a small bladder, I started to feel the need to pee. I hold it for no reason, and because I'm very focused on my game. Few minutes later, I forgot that I needed to pee and I continue to make my little life. An hour and half later, my dog want to go outside (I have a small garden closed). While I was playing, I leak a little pee on my panties, but I didn't noticed and hold it anymore. 30 minutes later, my dog still outside and I can't hear her anymore, so I decide to check if she's always in the garden (she's very runaway and I living in a city). I forgot that I need to pee, remember that. Barely on the balcony, the cold wind ruffle my hair and gives me goosebump, and I feel my bladder was really full. I trying to hold it, but I started to feel something on my legs, and when I head down, I see a little puddle under my feets... A puddle who grows slowely uncontrollaby. I didn't feel that I pee, I just feel the urine runing on my legs and my panties being soaked and hot. I froze a little, and when I finished, I chek if my skirt was wet (he wasn't) and I'm going to my bedroom for change my panties. Because I love omorashi, yes, my accident make me excited but I wanted to play sims 4 already, so I continue my game. When I'm excited, it's more harder to hold my pee, because of my kink I suppose. So when I feel the need to pee for the second time, I hold it but a half hour later, the pee started to leak. I decided to going outside on my balcony again, and sitting behind the fences, and just peeing myself (anyway I needed to take a shower and wearing new panties, so... why not?) I would to record my second accident but I'm too shy for the moment lmao I'm sorry!!
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  24. This one's another commission, and is something of a sequel of a story I posted a while back called the Senior Trip, staring the same characters, Nicole and Taylor. You don't need to read that story to understand this one, as this is set much later and explores their dislike of public toilets while bar-hopping! I hope you all enjoy! A Girls' Night Out Taylor let out a sigh as she flopped onto the bed in her dorm room. She glared at her phone sitting limply in her hand and rolled over as she looked at the time. It was 8 PM on a Saturday night, the prime time for a college student like herself to be out doing something fun, and yet she was sitting here in her dorm, alone. It wasn’t like she hadn’t made plans for tonight. A friend of hers from her biology class had the brilliant idea to set Taylor up on a blind date with someone she insisted would be her type. Taylor was skeptical, of course. She didn’t really have an interest in dating anyone at the moment, and even if she did, she wasn’t too keen on the idea of going out with a stranger, but Stephanie had been insistent that the two were just perfect for each other, and Taylor eventually acquiesced. So, Taylor had gotten ready for the blind date. She styled her brown hair into a wavy side ponytail and picked out an outfit that struck the right balance of sexy and elegant. Her top was a frilled black blouse with a bright rose pattern she left unbuttoned just enough to show off a taste of her cleavage without being overly revealing, and down below she wore a tight skirt that showed off her hips and plenty of leg. She had dolled herself up with a bit more makeup than she normally would, going a bit heavier on the eyeshadow and blush than normal, but not enough to overdo it. However, just as she had been ready to leave, she got a call from Stephanie, apologizing and saying that her mystery date for the night had cancelled on her at the last minute. Over the phone, she sounded as annoyed about it as Taylor was and apologized profusely, so Taylor wasn’t that mad at her. In fact, part of her was relieved she didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of a date with someone you didn’t even know. Yet that didn’t change the fact that she was now all dressed up with no place to go, and it was pretty late to try making plans with anyone. Taylor glanced around her dorm room and her eyes fell upon the tv across from her bed. It looked like tonight was going to be a night of binging tv shows by herself instead of doing anything productive. She stretched and lifted herself off the bed, heading towards the door to her dorm to grab some snacks. If she was going to stay cooped up in her dorm watching Netflix, she at least wanted something decent to munch on. However, just as she resigned herself too that fate, she heard her phone buzz from her nightstand. She rushed over to it and smiled. It was Nicole. The two had stayed in touch after graduation, though they were now going to different colleges, and didn’t see each other as often as Taylor would have liked. Still, she was grateful whenever they did get to chat, so she happily looked down at her phone to read the message. “Hey, this is kind of last-minute, but me and Rose were gonna go bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?” Taylor’s face immediately lit up. This was perfect! She wouldn’t have to be home alone all night after all! “Sure thing! Where we meeting up, the usual?” It didn’t take long for Nicole to respond. “No, we were gonna check out that new bar that opened up near us. Loui’s I think it’s called. The roomie swears their margaritas are the best. Never been there though.” Nicole linked to the address and Taylor opened it up with her GPS app. While it was only a short walk from Nicole and Rose’s school, it was a good thirty minute drive from her dorm. She could drive there, but she wasn’t sure how to deal with the car if she was going to be drinking all night. She was just about to bring this up, but Nicole already had a plan. “You can drive to my place and crash here for the night, roomie won’t mind.” “Thanks,” Taylor shot back quickly, “On my way.” Taylor took one last look in the mirror and fixed herself up before grabbing her purse, making sure her ID and her wallet were in there. She stepped out of her room and into her dorm’s common room, where her roommate, Jen, was sitting on the couch, surrounded by textbooks and model organs. “Oh wow, you’re all dressed up,” Jen pointed out, looking up from her notes, “Going somewhere fun tonight?” “Yeah, I’m going out bar hopping with some friends, I’ll be crashing with them tonight, so I won’t be home later.” “Sounds good!” Jen smiled, “Man, the whole dorm to myself for the night, and I’m stuck studying for my anatomy exam. I swear I’m gonna wind up bashing my skull-- oh, I’m sorry, cranium-- against the wall.” “Oh yikes. Sorry about that,” Taylor laughed, “Well, good luck with the exam, and maybe once it’s over we can hang out next weekend!” “Yeah, that sounds good, if I survive,” Jen joked. She turned her attention back to her studying, and Taylor left the dorm room. She made her way down to the parking lot and into her car, hopping in and quickly setting out on the road. Taylor was excited, it had been far too long since she had hung out with either Nicole or Rose. The two had landed themselves at the same state university, whereas Taylor had gotten into a medical college. Her coursework and her part-time job kept her rather busy, and lining up everyone’s schedules so they were all free at the same time was a nightmare. However, that made nights like tonight, where everything lined up perfectly, a rare treat. As Taylor drove, she noticed the small, telltale twinges of pressure from her abdomen and she looked down. She had forgotten to head to the bathroom before leaving. Her penchant for avoiding public restrooms had not waned from her time in high school, especially since one of her frequent duties at her part-time job was cleaning the bathrooms. It would no doubt be even worse at a bar where alcohol was involved. Taylor figured it would be a good idea to go at Nicole’s apartment before they set off. As Taylor kept on driving, she got lost in the music she was playing and the excitement for the night’s escapades, and the slight urge to pee left her mind entirely. Before she knew it, she was pulling into the parking lot of Nicole’s dorm. Before she had even stopped, she caught sight of Nicole and Rose heading down to meet her. Nicole was wearing a light blue tank top and a frilled black skirt, with a number of bracelets around her wrists and black thigh high socks with white sneakers. Her dirty blonde hair was cut into a short bob and she went light on the makeup as usual, giving her a rather tomboyish appearance. Rose was wearing a deep blue party dress with frills down the front. It was low-cut and showed off a good amount of cleavage and was short enough to show off her thighs a bit. Her strawberry blonde hair curled and waved over her shoulders, with pink highlights and tips. She beamed at Taylor and hugged her as she rushed up to her. “Taylor, it’s been ages!” “I know, It’s so good to see you!” “Wow, you really dressed up for this, huh?” Nicole pointed out, giving Taylor a once-over. “Ah, well, actually, one of my new friends set me up on a blind date, but things fell through.” “Haha, what, did he get cold feet or something?” Rose asked. “I dunno, all I know is that Steph-- she was the one who set us up-- told me he canceled last minute.” “Bummer,” Nicole replied, “Sorry you’re stuck with us instead of getting some action.” “Are you kidding?” Taylor smiled, playfully punching Nicole’s arm lightly, “I’d much rather hang with you two than go on a date with some jerk I don’t know.” “Anyway, the bar’s this way from here,” Rose pointed down the sidewalk, “It’s only a five-minute walk.” The three set off down the road towards the bar, and Taylor remembered that she was supposed to ask to use the bathroom at Nicole’s before they set off. She had expected to go up to Nicole’s apartment and meet with them there before they set off, but since they had come down to meet her, asking at this point would be a bigger interruption. Nicole was pretty accustomed to her habit of not using public bathrooms, and in fact was also prone to avoiding them, but Rose would probably just tell her to wait until they got to the bar. Besides, Taylor didn’t really need to go. She knew the alcohol would affect her later, but for now, she wanted to enjoy her time with her friends. It wasn’t long before the three reached the bar. They had gotten there at the perfect time. While the bar was pretty crowded, they managed to arrive just as a large group was leaving, so they nabbed a booth pretty easily. Nicole ordered them all margaritas and some bar snacks, and soon the girls had tall glasses in one hand and chips and dip in the other. “Wow, these are really fucking good,” Nicole exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah,” Rose nodded, “Alex sure knows how to pick a good bar.” “Alex?” Taylor asked. “That’s my roommate,” Nicole answered, “I always call him roomie when I text you, though. I think you met him once, right?” “No, he was out last last time I came over,” Taylor asked, “Also wait, you’re rooming with a guy?” “Oh, yeah,” Nicole nodded, pausing to take another big sip from her drink, “The apartment complex is affiliated with the college, but it has its own rules, so co-ed roommates are allowed, as long as you tell them you’re fine with it. They try not to, but I guess they had some trouble this year.” “Oh yikes,” Taylor frowned, “I had no idea. That sounds like it would be really awkward.” “It’s not, he’s super chill,” Nicole shrugged off, “We play video games and talk cars and stuff sometimes.” Taylor nodded, though she still couldn’t imagine having to share a dorm, or even an apartment, with a guy. Even with Jen, it was awkward enough the first few days having to learn to share a living space with someone you never met. She had to share a fridge, a kitchenette, and not to mention a bathroom. Speaking of bathrooms, Taylor was about halfway through her margarita, and it was really starting to hit her. The alcohol burned on the way down and she felt a tingling in her bladder. Alcohol always had this effect on her. It was an immediate tingling urge to pee that hit pretty quickly after the first sips. She had unfortunately discovered this tendency on her 21st birthday when she went out with Jen for her first legally purchased cocktails. She had been just as stubborn about not using the public bathroom then as she was now, and she didn’t make it back to the dorm before the floodgates burst. She shuffled slightly under the table, and looked towards the bathroom sign at the back of the bar. She shook her head. It was tempting, but she wasn’t desperate yet. The public bathrooms were an absolute last resort. Nicole downed her first drink before either Taylor or Rose had finished more than half, so she wound up getting up and ordering another round for them. Once she returned, Taylor felt the need to quicken her pace a little. Nicole was definitely a heavyweight, but she wasn’t going to be outdone by her friend so soon. “Oh, by the way,” Taylor asked, trying to take her mind off the subtle sensation of pressure building in her abdomen, “How are you and Jacob, Rose?” “Oh,” Rose looked over at Nicole, then looked down at the table awkwardly. “Oh sorry, I didn’t tell her,” Nicole apologized. “What, what’s wrong, did you guys-” “We broke up yesterday,” Rose answered, “T-that’s part of the reason I wanted to head out tonight and just go bar hopping.” “Oh no, I’m sorry,” Taylor asked, “I’m sorry I brought it up, we don’t have to talk about it.” “No, it’s fine,” Rose shook her head, “It wasn’t a bad break up or anything. Jake got an opportunity to study in Japan for a few years. It’s something he’s always wanted to do.” “He was always such a weeb,” Nicole shook her head. “It’s fine,” Rose continued, “Of course I’m supportive of it, and I’m happy for him, but… neither of us think we’re ready for that kind of long distance relationship.” “I’m so sorry, Rose,” Taylor wrapped her arms around her from the side, since they were on the same side of the booth, “I can’t imagine how difficult of a decision that was for you.” “I almost wish we had broken up over something worse, then at least I could be mad at him, but like this, it’s just…” Rose trailed off, looking up at her first, half-finished margarita. She downed the rest in one go and slammed it on the table. She then reached for the second one and took a heavy swig. “Easy there,” Nicole chimed in. “Whooo!” Rose exclaimed, “Sorry for bringing down the mood. I came here to get my mind off things, so let’s have fun!” “Yeah!” Taylor joined in, raising her second drink to her lips and taking a big swig as well. “Fine, I won’t be left out either!” Nicole raised her own glass and hammered down her whole second drink in one go, and the three laughed. They changed topics to something lighter, gossiping and smiling, abuzz with alcohol. Of course, the stunt had done a number on Taylor’s bladder, which was filling alarmingly quickly. She shuffled her legs under the table and took another glance towards the back at the bathrooms. Out of the corner of her eye, she also caught Nicole shifting around a bit. She knew her friend well, and recognized her movements as the tell-tale sign that Nicole also needed to pee. Nicole had downed both drinks and was eyeing the bar like she was going to order another one, but she was sitting stiffly and it was clear she had her legs crossed under the table. Taylor then turned to glance at Rose, but she was giving no outward signs that she was in the same boat as her and Nicole. “I’m ordering another drink, anyone want anything?” Nicole asked. “Sure, I’ll take a mojito,” Rose answered, “This place has really good limes.” “I’m good,” Taylor shook her head, “I assume this isn’t the last place we’re going tonight, so I wanna pace myself.” She neglected to add that part of pacing herself was making sure her bladder wasn’t filling up too fast, especially with no relief in sight. “Lame,” Nicole teased, but nodded and stood up. Taylor watched her walk over to the bar, and took keen notice as she stood there, waiting. She was bouncing from foot to foot slightly. To anyone else, it would look like she was just being impatient, but Taylor knew better. She wasn’t anxiously waiting for the bartender to be free, she was fighting a filling bladder. While Nicole was ordering, Rose looked over at Taylor, “So, you were gonna go on a blind date, huh?” “Oh,” Taylor whirled around, “Y-yeah, I guess. Before things fell through.” “So, does that mean you’re looking for anyone right now?” Rose asked, smirking. It was clear from her voice that she was definitely buzzed. She leaned towards Taylor as she waited for a response. “No, not particularly,” Taylor answered, “Really I just agreed because Steph was insistent on it.” “Ah, that makes sense,” Rose nodded, then looked Taylor up and down, “Still, I can tell you cared a little bit. You’re dressed up more than normal.” “Well, I didn’t want to show up looking like a total slob,” Taylor answered, “Besides, if I made a good impression, who knows how things would’ve gone?” “Ah, so it’s more of a ‘I’m not looking for anyone right now, but if I find someone, I’m game’ kinda thing?” Rose asked again. She leaned in further, to the point where Taylor could smell the tequila on her breath. Taylor shuffled slightly, both from the close proximity to Rose, but also from her filling bladder. “Something like that,” Taylor answered, “Though really, I’d much rather focus on hanging out with my friends than looking for a dating life when I’m already swamped with stuff.” “Ah, yeah,” Rose responded, pulling back slightly, “I don’t envy your coursework. I was shocked a few years back when Nicole first told me you were going to med school.” “I’m back, bitches,” Nicole announced, carrying a mojito and a highball glass filled with a blue layered drink that got darker near the top. Taylor was acutely aware of the sloshing sounds made by the drinks, and she squeezed her thighs together as her bladder sent her another nagging signal. “Oh, what’s that?” Rose asked, taking her drink from Nicole and pointing at the other one. “It’s called the oil spill,” Nicole replied, “It’s basically a long island iced tea, but with blue curacao and dark rum, and instead of coke it’s topped with Dr. Pepper.” “Isn’t a long island iced tea filled with booze?” Taylor asked. “Haha, fuck yeah it is,” Nicole smirked and took a big sip from the glass. Just the thought of all that alcohol made Taylor’s bladder spasm, and she crossed her legs under the table. She had about half of her last drink left, so she planned on sipping it slowly while the other two finished their new drinks. She glanced at her phone for the time. 10:00 PM. The night was still young, and knowing them they weren’t going to call it quits anytime soon. Taylor knew her bladder wouldn’t hold out for the rest of the night, but if she could avoid it from filling up on their first stop, that would be ideal. Taylor watched as Nicole and Rose took big swigs from their drinks and she brought hers to her lips to join them. The alcohol hit her and went straight to her bladder, and she wriggled her legs underneath the table. She looked over to Nicole and spotted her squirming in place a bit as the much stronger drink hit her. Even Rose seemed like she was starting to show signs of needing to pee, keeping her legs pressed together and resting one hand on her dress between her thighs, as if she wanted to hold herself. The girls talked and chatted until their drinks were empty, and by the time they were ready to leave, Taylor was really feeling her full bladder. She was finding it harder and harder to keep still, and she was sure soon the others would notice. Nicole herself seemed restless, and Taylor caught her rubbing her abdomen a few times. Rose as well seemed like she was getting desperate too, and Taylor knew it was only a matter of time before they were all bursting. The only difference was, Rose wouldn’t be shy about using the toilets. Her and Nicole, on the other hand…. She wasn’t sure how they would make it through the rest of the night like this. “Let’s get going,” Nicole suggested, standing up carefully, “I heard a bar about two blocks down is doing karaoke night. That’ll be a fun disaster to watch.” “Okay,” Taylor agreed, “But if Rose gets plastered and starts singing-” “Hey,” Rose playfully slapped her, “That was the one time! And Jake coaxed me into it.” Rose’s face fell at mentioning Jake, and Taylor felt bad for bringing it up again. She was about to say something, when Rose looked at Taylor, who was blocking her from standing up from the booth. “Move, or are we gonna sit here all night?” “Sorry,” Taylor smiled, glad that Rose wasn’t dwelling on it. Taylor stood up, and suddenly she was hit by a strong wave of desperation. She squeezed her thighs together and shuffled out of the way awkwardly so Rose could stand up. She felt like she was going to leak, and she couldn’t help but dance in place a little. She managed to regain control before Rose was out of the booth and ready to set out with them. The three exited the bar when Rose suddenly stopped. She danced in place a little and turned back longingly at the doors. “Sorry, you two, I really gotta go. I know you’re not supposed to break the seal early, and I was hoping to make it to the next bar, but-” “Go on,” Nicole urged, “We’ll wait.” Rose smiled, turning back around into the bar. Now that it was just the two of them, Nicole immediately buried both hands between her legs, practically doubling over as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Fuck, I gotta piss like crazy,” Nicole announced openly, “What about you?” “Yeah,” Taylor nodded, “I’ve gotta go pretty bad.” “Figured. We never liked using public restrooms. Do you think you can make it to the next bar?” “I think so,” Taylor answered, though in reality she wasn’t sure. Standing up had made things so much worse, and her bladder was starting to bulge out against the waistband of her skirt. The alcohol wasn’t helping things, only heightening her desperation by the minute. Rose then came walking out of the bar, still shuffling awkwardly. The two turned to her, and saw the sour expression on her face. “They wouldn’t let me go. Said I had to be a paying patron, as though we hadn’t just sat here for an hour and a half.” “Oh shoot, you gonna be okay?” Nicole asked. “I think so, if we hurry,” Rose answered. The three made their way down the street towards the next bar, all shuffling a bit awkwardly, both from the alcohol and from their full bladders. Taylor kept looking over at Nicole, who was playing with her skirt and squeezing her thighs together with every step. Rose was bent over, hobbling with a hand rubbing her abdomen. Taylor herself desperately wanted to grab her crotch and hold it openly, but she settled for a tight walk that kept her legs close together as she tried not to focus on her swollen bladder. They were about halfway when Nicole stopped, biting her lip, “Shit, I’m not gonna make it.” Rose looked over at her, “You have to go too?” “Yeah,” Nicole nodded, “I was trying to hold it until the next bar, but I’m starting to leak here. I’m gonna wet myself at this rate.” “Shoot,” Taylor frowned, even though she was nearly in a similar boat. She looked around, “Hey, there’s an alley over there. It’s pretty dark.” “Wait, you’re gonna piss here?” Rose’s eyes widened incredulously. “I’m gonna piss here no matter what, I can’t hold it anymore,” Nicole announced, “Might as well do it on purpose rather than by accident.” “I’m gonna go too, I’m bursting,” Taylor agreed. As if on cue, she was hit with another spasm from her bladder, and she squeezed her legs together and grabbed herself quickly. “Come on, Rose,” Nicole urged, “You gotta go too, right?” “Y-yeah, but,” Rose paused, “I can’t, I’m not going in an alleyway! What if we get caught?” Nicole was going to argue, but then she gasped and doubled over again, “Suit yourself, I need to go!” Nicole and Taylor hobbled down the alley as Rose stood there, dancing in place awkwardly. She looked down and watched them, then looked around nervously. At least she was playing lookout. Nicole and Taylor both quickly hiked their skirts up, and Taylor watched Nicole slip her panties all the way off, down her legs, and throw them into her bag. “What the hell?” Taylor asked. “They’re wet, I’ve been leaking,” Nicole admitted, “I don’t want to sit the rest of the night in wet panties.” Taylor settled for simply moving hers out of the way, as the two bent down. Nicole almost immediately started peeing, but it took Taylor a few moments to start. Their pee splashed out onto ground in the alley, making a loud pattering sound that was thankfully drowned out by the sounds of the city around them. Taylor had only just started feeling some relief when Rose called out from the alley entrance in a hushed whisper, “You two, someone’s coming!” “Shit,” Nicole cursed. Taylor struggled to close the floodgates now that they were open, letting out a few more spurts before she could clamp her legs together and stop. She felt herself leak a little into her panties as she stemmed off the flow. Nicole had a harder time, leaking quite a bit before finally being able to stand upright and fix herself up. Taylor did the same. It was lucky that they were both wearing skirts. The two quickly exited the alleyway and started walking just as a police officer came into view. He shined his light down the alleyway, but the girls had just about made it, looking natural enough that he merely spared them a passing glance before continuing down the sidewalk. They had avoided an embarrassing conversation with a cop and a potential arrest, but Nicole and Taylor were still bursting. While her bladder had tasted some relief, Taylor felt like she had to go worse than before. However, it seemed Nicole was dealing with it much better than her. “I let enough out that I can make it to the next bar,” Nicole announced. “Let’s hurry, I’m seriously bursting here,” Rose complained. “You should’ve gone with us,” Nicole smirked, “Just enough to let a little out.” “If I hadn’t been here to warn you two, we would’ve all gotten caught,” Rose countered. “How you holding up, Taylor?” Nicole asked. “I didn’t get to go as much as you, so I’m still pretty full,” Taylor admitted. “Well, it’s not too far until the next bar,” Rose pointed out, “We’ll make it.” Taylor nodded. She wasn’t doubting that she’d make it to the next bar. The only problem was what would she do when she got there? Was she really going to use the public bathrooms? She shook her head, she’d figure that out when she got there. The three hobbled along awkwardly until the bar was in sight, and Rose, clearly bursting at this point, rushed the rest of the way up to the entrance. Taylor was less eager to run, but she hobbled close behind, with Nicole taking stiff steps to keep pace. The three fell into line at the entrance, and Taylor could barely stand still as she had her ID checked. Soon, however, all three of them were in. “Let’s go,” Rose motioned, making a beeline for the bathroom. Taylor and Nicole, however, hesitated. Noticing this, Rose turned around, dancing in place as she waited for them to follow, “Come on, I can’t hold it anymore.” “Um, yeah,” Nicole nodded. Taylor and Nicole followed Rose awkwardly into the women’s restroom. However, when they got there, they found that only one stall was available. Taylor actually let out a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that she was bursting, she didn’t want to use the restroom, and this way, she and Nicole had an excuse not to. “You go on ahead, Rose,” Taylor urged, “We got a bit of relief from the alley, you need it more.” Rose didn’t protest. She jammed her hand between her legs and quickly rushed over to the stall, leaving Taylor and Nicole standing awkwardly in the bathroom. “Okay, now what?” Taylor looked over at Nicole. “Follow me, I have an idea,” Nicole smirked. The two made their way out of the bathroom and to a dark booth in the back of the bar, farthest away from the bartender or any patrons. Nicole sat down and urged Taylor to do so as well. “Let’s go here.” “What?” Taylor asked, wide-eyed. “Come on, no one will notice,” Nicole urged, “It’s dark, we’re both wearing skirts. Hell, I’m not even wearing panties.” “Yeah, but, we can’t just-” “Come on, what’s the worst that’ll happen? We’ll get caught and they’ll kick us out? We were planning on going to other bars tonight anyway.” “Yeah, but-” “Listen,” Nicole leaned forwards, “I know you’re at your limit, and I am too. We’re not going to make it the rest of the night like this, and I know both of us are more likely to piss ourselves than use a gross public toilet at a bar.” Taylor sighed. Nicole was right on all counts, and worse still, her swollen bladder wasn’t giving her many options either. “Alright,” Taylor nodded. Taylor awkwardly shuffled so she could slip her panties down, and the two got into position, shifting to the edge of the seats so they were positioned to pee on the floor. Nicole let out a few spurts before her stream started up in full force, and she was forced to hold it back to not spray Taylor’s legs. Taylor herself felt her dam burst, and she fought hard to taper the flow to avoid Nicole’s shoes. Nicole let out a moan of relief, and Taylor blushed at the realization of what they were doing. She felt her body shudder as her tired muscles finally relaxed, and the immense pressure from her bladder slowly subsided. “Shit, someone’s coming, stop,” Nicole urged. Taylor struggled to stem her flow, getting it down to a leaking trickle as she tried to look natural. Nicole bit her lip as she clamped herself shut, though she couldn’t help but let out a few leaks, her muscles exhausted after holding it in and stopping once before. Luckily, the person passing them by was totally drunk off her ass, wavering with each step as she hobbled to the bathroom. She stepped right into the puddle the two were leaving in the aisle between the tables, but she didn’t even notice as she walked right past them. Not a second too soon, as Nicole practically exploded again, her stream spraying out as she practically doubled over the table. Taylor herself practically burst again after the ordeal. No longer caring about restraining their streams, the two peed full-force and uncontrollably. The two didn’t know how long they were sitting there before their streams tapered off. Taylor wanted nothing more than to bask in the sheer relief from finally having let it all out, but she knew Rose was bound to be finishing up in the bathroom any minute, and if she caught the two pissing back here, she wouldn’t let either of them live it down. Nicole seemed to know this as well, as she righted herself pretty quickly. Taylor, on the other hand, was having a hard time fixing her panties. It was an easy matter to slide them off discreetly, but putting them back on was another matter. “Leave them off,” Nicole suggested, “We might need to do something like this again, especially now that we’ve broken the seal.” Taylor blushed, but Nicole was right, and Nicole was already going commando. Taylor acquiesced and slipped her panties down her legs, placing them into her bag and standing up. She felt a bit exposed and embarrassed, but that feeling was outweighed by the sheer relief now that she was empty. The two quickly met back up with Rose, who had gotten out of the bathroom and was looking for them at the front of the bar. “Sorry, we were trying to find a good place to sit,” Nicole lied. “Ah, that makes sense. You two went, right?” Rose asked. “Oh yeah, we feel much better,” Taylor nodded. “Great!” Rose smiled, oblivious to what her two friends had just done right there at the back of the bar. It was Taylor’s turn to order drinks, and she tipped generously to secretly make up for the mess they left at the back. As the three grabbed their drinks and sat down, Taylor couldn’t help glance towards the back of the bar. Nicole caught her staring, and smirked. Although Taylor’s heart was racing just thinking about it, it had been a little fun. The night was young, and there was plenty more drinking to do. Not to mention they would have to stay hydrated with all the alcohol. Nicole was right. They very well need to do something like that again before the night was over. Though, unlike earlier, Taylor wasn’t as concerned with pacing herself this time around. The End
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  27. This is a story that happenes to me quite often. About a year ago, I changed over to wearing diapers full time, but being a college music major, you have to perform with groups and in front of people all the time. Anyway, with the change into wearing diapers full time I've also been wearing them during music concert AND performing while in them not to mention sometimes I've even peed in them (my director knows that I wear diapers, because of an "incontinence" that I told her about (which wasn't entirely true). But at the past few music concerts I try to drink a ton of water because playing an instrument with see dry mouth and lips isn't very good, so I drink a ton of water, but because I have a smaller bladder I usually have to go around 30-45 minutes after drinking it, so when I'm on stage and playing, I just let it out. Okay okay onto a story, this was my first time peeing during a music concert. We had a concert starting at 7, it was 6 at the time, so I started to drink water to get my lips and mouth ready. I was wearing a black dress and black boots and my diaper of course. So when it was our turn I'd already been feeling a small urge to pee, I had been thinking to myself I can pee after in my car on my way home, so I tried holding it until then. When we got sitting and ready to play my heart was beating super fast, we started to play our first song and about halfway through I had felt my diaper was a little warm, I'd peed a little but it felt super nice, so I waited for a rest in my musical part and let it flow it was super warm and coated my entire front side and a little of my backside as I had let it flow back a little, but now that my diaper was full and we were on stage, I couldn't just stand up and change it, do I just stayed in it. With a little spurts of pee here and there keeping the diaper warm, the concert eventually ended and I got back to my car. Where I had kept my diaper on and drove home in a warm soggy diaper. This whole scenario was so exciting I have purposely done it a few times now, luckily no leaks so far!
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  28. This sounded very interesting so I decided to dig around a bit to see if I could find some more details. @Jimmy Olsen was right, The Porcelain God does contain an excerpt about this event, which I attached below: Not bad, but pretty vague and lacking in detail, so I decided to dig into the sources listed at the end of the book, and that's where I really struck gold. In a book titled Princesse of Versailles: The Life of Marie Adelaide of Savoy by Charles Elliott, I found the following accounting of the event, this time in much better detail: Now that's more like it! Now we know the woman involved was the Duchess of Chevreuse, traveling from Versailles to Fontainebleau, and her host was none other than King Louis XIV himself! No wonder she didn't dare to excuse herself, and merely opted to suffer in silence while trying to mask her absolute desperation. After Googling around a bit more, I also found a few more excerpts regarding the event from a couple other books, although there's no additional information in them and pretty much says the same as the above in different words. I'll list them below anyway: The Sun King by Nancy Mitford Athenais: The Life of Louis XIV's Mistress, the Real Queen of France by Lisa Hilton That's the extent of my findings, hopefully that satisfies your curiosity @Raziel. As someone who's always fantasized about prim and proper ladies desperate to pee in historical settings, you have my thanks for bringing this delightful real life incident to my attention. The image of this poor young Duchess trying to contain herself in the presence of a king while her bladder is absolutely bursting at the seams is just so hot. And the fact that she managed to hold out for six whole hours is beyond impressive —- she must've been blessed with quite the iron bladder. Even so, she barely made it in the end, and what an ending that was, so desperate upon arrival that she couldn't even make it to her room, instead having to rush into the nearby chapel so she could pee into the holy water font! I can only imagine how thunderous her stream must've been as six long hours worth of pee finally erupted out of her with great force, and the utter relief she must've felt in that moment. She sure deserved it after suffering through such an ordeal.
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  29. “We’ll be there soon. Just try to hold out a little longer.” The order came from the driver's seat directed to the back row of the minivan. In the back row, three girls sat next to each other. “Does anybody else need to go?” Asked the woman sitting in the passenger seat. “No, I think Hannah and I are good, it’s just Bethany.” One of the girls, with dark hair with purple highlights replied. “Ughh” Bethany, the redhead groaned. She had both hands firmly clamped between her legs, pressed against her jeans shorts. “When we get there I’ll take her straight to the bathroom, you guys just go ahead without us.” Bethany’s mom,Wendy, who was sitting in one of the middle seats, told the rest of the group. Bethany would have blushed about the way everyone was discussing her need to piss if she hadn’t made it so obvious herself. There were even a few times where she thought she was about to burst, begging them to pull over or hand her a towel. She was sitting on a towel, not wanting to ruin her friend's mom's car seat, but she was still holding onto the contents of her bladder for dear life, every bump making her wince or groan. Her friend, Hannah, who occupied the middle seat in the back row had given Bethany the towel, but made her promise to keep holding because she knew that if Beth’s bladder burst she would get soaked by her piss as well. The dark haired girl sitting next to Hannah, Bellatrix found the situation somewhat amusing, she did also need to pee but nowhere near as bad as Bethany did. She just shifted her legs around, and tugged on her gray running shorts to take her mind off it. Bethany didn’t want to keep pointlessly whining or making a scene, so she just rested her head against the window, pouting, hands still between her bouncing legs, as she finally saw the sign for the amusement park up ahead. She realized relief was coming soon, and while this lessened her worries, it also sent the signal to her bladder that it could release soon, she felt the first warm trickles spurt out of her. And she groaned and pressed her hands tighter against her crotch. Her friends in the backseat and her mother could tell what had happened but they didn’t comment on it. They knew the poor girl was trying her best, and she was likely humiliated by the small leaks. They all just hoped she could make it in time. But by the time they pulled into the parking lot Bethany was ready to just pull her shorts down there and piss on the ground. And she probably would have, if it weren’t for all the people milling around who would see her. Wendy tutted when she saw the small leaks on her poor daughter's shorts. She knew there would be a restroom at the entrance of the park, and she walked with her daughter behind the rest of the group, as the girl hobbled slowly through the parking lot. When they made it to the entrance, what they saw made Wendy sigh and Bethany want to cry. The line for the bathrooms stretched further than the line to enter the park. And it didn’t look like it was moving very fast. “You guys go on ahead, we’ll head to the bathroom.” Wendy told the rest of the group. “Come on Beth.” She said as she led her desperate daughter to the back of the line. Bethany was humiliated by how much she was potty dancing, but she knew it was the only thing holding back the even worse humiliation of pissing her shorts in public. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold that back. The line was moving at a snail's pace, and they were nowhere near the front. The line was right near a fountain at the entrance to the park. It was quite pretty, but right now Bethany didn’t appreciate the decoration. The sound of running water was torture as she tried to focus all her energy on holding back the flood, but it was this sound that pushed her over the edge. She could feel, but was unable to stop the trickles of piss that ran down her slender legs into her long socks pulled up around her calves. Her knees buckled a bit, but she still kept her hands firmly pressed into her crotch. “Mom I’m- I’m-” Wendy knew from her daughter's panicked voice that she had lost the struggle and was having an accident. And when she looked and saw, she had this confirmed. “It’s okay honey.” Wendy comforted her daughter, then, with a sob, Beth’s floodgates completely opened. All of the piss she tried so desperately to hold spilled out drenching her shorts, turning the light denim a dark shade of blue. It ran down her legs and soaked her socks and shoes, and the rest of it trickled off into streams that ran directly onto the ground, creating a puddle where she stood. Bethany burned red, she felt as though everyone was staring at her, an eighteen year old girl pissing herself in the line to the toilet. She noticed people pointing at the puddle, and stepping around it to avoid it. Her mother just pulled her into a side hug, and told her not to worry, that they’ll get her cleaned up. ________________________________________________________________________________ Rachel, Hannah’s mom, looked at the notification she just received from Wendy. “Looks like Bethany didn’t make it to the bathroom.” Rachel told the rest of the group. “Poor girl.” “Wait, she had pissed herself? No way.” Bellatrix asked. “Bella!” Her mother, Maria, scolded her daughter for her crassness. “The poor thing was holding it for hours, and we’re not going to sit here and pretend like you’ve never had an accident.” “Mom! Shhh!” Bella blushed, she didn’t want to discuss her history of bathroom accidents, especially not in such a public place. “Oh please.” Maria shrugged her daughters concerns off. “In fact, we should look for a bathroom before we go any further.” “Ugh, I don’t need to use the bathroom.” Bellatrix insisted. This wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be reminded to use the bathroom and be taken there by her mother like she was some kid. “Let’s just get on a ride.” The four women got in line for the first roller coaster they saw. Bellatrix was excited for this one, she had read about how crazy it was supposed to be, and she felt the anticipation in her stomach when she looked up at the height and heard the scream of the riders who were already on board. Or at least, she thought it was anticipation at first. She quickly realized however that in addition to her need to piss, she also needed to poop as well. The group was already in the line, and they had a forty-five minute wait ahead of them, and the line behind them only grew longer. Bellatrix knew she would just have to hold it until they got off the ride and could head to the bathroom, but she was starting to regret not taking her mothers advice. She could tell her mother was regretting not using the bathroom either, soon, she was bouncing around making her need to pee vocal. “Ugh, I should’ve just gone to the toilet without you, how long is this line going to take?” Maria brushed her long blonde hair aside, adjusting her tan capris to try to lessen the strain on her bladder. “Another thirty minutes at least.” Rachel answered. “Wanna just get out of line and go? I’ll stay with the girls.” “I don’t know I-” Maria began before she was hit with a strong wave of desperation. She was basically hunched over at this point. “Yeah I think that might be a good idea.” But they were being kept in line by a metal barrier. Maria didn’t expect to be able to fight her way through the crowd of people behind them, so she knew she would have to get by the barrier. She bent down to duck underneath the barrier, but the position was awkward, basically a squat, and this was too much for her bladder. The whole group and everyone near them in line watched as the dark, glistening patch spread on the crotch of her tan capris. She was still in this squat position, too shocked to move, as the piss gushed through her pants creating a large puddle underneath her. The squat position caused the flow to be loud and powerful, as if she was on the toilet, but instead of water, the piss just splashed onto the hot pavement beneath her. “Well, I guess I don’t need to go anymore!” Maria laughed it off. But Bellatrix was mortified, so many people had just watched her mother piss herself! In addition to her humiliation, witnessing her mom's accident made her need to pee that much worse. As she watched her mother walk off, with the wet patch on the back of her pants, she wondered if she could avoid that fate. By the time she got to the front of the line, she was basically using all of her willpower to keep from potty dancing on the spot. She was shifting back and forth, tapping her fingers on her thighs, and biting her lip. “Are you nervous?” Hannah asked her friend. Bellatrix blushed at her desperation being noticed, but she told the brown haired girl that it was just nerves. And truthfully, she was nervous, she had to pee extremely badly, and her bowels were rumbling too. She had no idea what effect the roller coaster would have. She got on the ride and sat next to Hannah, praying that she wouldn’t piss all over her friend. As the lap bar came down, she let out a little leak from the pressure. Feeling the warm wetness stain her panties didn’t help her desperation, and as the roller coaster began to ascend, she felt all the piss inside her begin to slosh around. Then, the roller coaster reached its peak, and she looked over at Hannah, Bella remembered how she was worried about Bethany peeing on her during the car ride. Bella just hoped Hannah would forgive her for the accident she was about to have. The roller coaster dropped fast, and Bella heard the screams of her fellow riders, and she felt her warm piss stream out of her, soaking into her panties and shorts. What didn’t soak into her clothes splashed around her seat, puddling under her ass and running down onto the floor beneath her. She felt twists and turns of the roller coaster, and felt her friends hand on her arm, Hannah was trying to tell her something but Bellatrix couldn’t hear her, not over the screaming voices, the air blowing by her ears, or the fact that she was trying to block out that this was even happening right now. By the time the ride came to a stop, Bellatrix was burning red, and Hannah was still trying to talk to her. But Bella got out of her wet seat as fast as possible, and ran to the exit of the ride. She had humiliated herself by pissing her pants on the ride, but that wasn’t the end of her worries. She still needed to find a bathroom, quickly, or else she would fill her soaking wet panties as well. She entered the gift shop area, and heard the murmurs of people commenting on the girl with the obvious wet patch on the back of her gray shorts. She tried to block them out, and scanned the store for a restroom, but she didn’t find one. Instead, her eyes landed on the photos of the ride displayed for sale. She saw herself and Hannah, and the extremely visible wet patch on her crotch. Bellatrix ran out of the store to continue her search for a toilet. And she ran into her mother, Bethany, and Bethany’s mother. “Bella! What happened?!?” Maria asked her daughter. She wasn’t about to scold her for her accident, that would be hypocritical, but she just wanted to make sure her daughter was alright. “Mom, where’s the bathroom?” Bella ignored her mothers question and asked her own. “It’s around the corner but the line is huge.” Maria answered. “Why? If you want to get changed there’s other changing rooms. Bethany could show you where they are.” Bellatrix noticed Bethany had on new, pink cotton shorts, they were obviously purchased from the gift shop as they had the name of the park on them. But that’s not what Bellatrix was worried about, when she heard that the line for the bathroom was huge, her stomach dropped even further. She had no idea what to do. She began to contemplate the unthinkable. “Mom, please… I need to…” Bella began to walk off behind the gift shop, where nobody could see. She heard her mother call after her to ask where she was going, but she didn’t stop. Her slow walk began to turn into a waddle as she felt the contents of her bowel begin to push out of her. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she wasn’t private enough, there were still people around who could see her, but her stomach didn’t care. Her knees buckled and she sank into a squat, pulling her shorts down to expose her soaked purple panties with black trim. Then, she felt the warm, hard mass of shit push out of her. It bulged in her panties, then nestled in them, pressed between the wet fabric and her skin. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and she looked up and realized her mother had watched the whole thing. _______________________________________________________________________________ While that was happening, Hannah was telling everyone else what had happened on the roller coaster, which was now being shut down for cleaning. They all decided not to mention this detail to Bella when she came back, so they wouldn’t embarrass the poor girl any more. Hannah didn’t blame her for the piss that got on her shorts, she was more worried about whether or not her friend was doing okay. Bethany seemed to be consoled by the fact that she wasn’t the only one who had an accident, but was still not happy with the dumb shorts and lack of panties she had to deal with. Rachel couldn't believe the day the group was having, and Wendy was worried about what was said about the bathroom line. “Do you think there’s any other bathrooms anywhere nearby?” She asked Rachel. “Not you too Wendy.” Rachel laughed. “Honestly you might as well join the club and pee your pants too.” Wendy gave a slight chuckle in response, but her problem wasn’t that she was about to pee her pants, it was her stomach. She had woken up with an upset stomach this morning, it was so bad that she considered not even coming to the park, but she decided to power through this issue and join in. Now she was beginning to make a list of her regrets. She regrets coming here instead of sitting at home with easy access to a toilet all day. She regretted not using the toilet while she helped her daughter change her clothes and get cleaned up after her accident. She regrets not getting in line for the bathroom sooner, as she can see it beginning to stretch even longer from where she was standing. After being able to get cleaned up and changed, Bethany was in a much better mood. The humiliation of her accident earlier that morning was still fresh in her mind, but she wanted to put that behind her and try to enjoy her time at the park. “Mom, do you want to go on this ride?” Beth asked her mother. The ride she pointed to was similar to the teacups, it spun the riders around so fast they appeared to almost be a blur. Wendy was hesitant, but then she saw the look on her daughter’s face. She didn’t want to let her down, especially after the humiliation she had to endure earlier. And so, against her better judgment, Wendy got on the ride. It began slow at first, slow, but the rotations were still enough to shake her stomach up. Then the ride began to pick up speed, and she had to clench to keep the contents of her bowels in. But the fight was pointless. Soon the ride hit full speed, and her mess began to push out of her into her jeans. She wanted to get up from her chair, to try to escape the ride and run to find a bathroom, but the increased gravity from the ride kept her trapped against her seat. More and more the hot mushy mess began to fill her panties and press against her ass, and she even felt a little bit of piss trickle out of her and stain her jeans. By the time the ride stopped, she was a complete mess. Her panties were covered in shit, and her jeans had a noticeable brown spot on the back. Bethany, who was oblivious to all until now looked over at her mother and realized that she had an accident too. _______________________________________________________________________________ While separated from the rest of the group, Hannah and Rachel had decided to get on a ride themselves. The drop tower. Hannah’s shorts were still slightly wet from sitting next to Bellatrix, but she wouldn’t stop that from letting her have fun. Rachel was just hoping that there wouldn’t be any more issues today, not after the amount of accidents the group has had. But while they were in line both women realized they had needed to pee. Neither told the other, it wasn’t that bad of a need, but they would have to go after this ride. So, once they got strapped in they hoped the ride would go quick and smooth. But of course with their luck, it wouldn’t. Rachel felt her legs dangle as the tower raised them to the top of the park, and she looked over at her daughter who was smiling with anticipation. From there they could see everything. All the rides, attractions, people, and bathroom lines. Then, just as they finished taking all the sights in, the ride dropped them fast down to the ground. The riders all screamed, including Rachel, but her’s were for a different reason. Her bladder released a sudden spurt of piss into her panties when the drop happened. Her bladder was never strong, especially ever since she became a mother, but she wasn’t expecting this. She pressed her crotch into the restraint between her legs as the ride raised them back up high. Then, it dropped again, and even more piss escaped out of her, the seat restraint was the only way she could hold her crotch, but it also meant that she couldn’t press her legs together. Then, on the third time the ride began to make its ascent up, it made a mechanical jerking noise and stopped. “What’s going on?” Hannah asked her mother. Then she was answered by a PA announcement. “Please remain calm, the ride has come to a stop due to a mechanical failure. We are attempting to fix it and will be done shortly.” All the riders began to talk amongst themselves. How soon is “shortly?” What sort of error? Rachel was panicking, her bladder was ready to pop after those leaks. She knew there would already be little stains on her jeans. But when she looked over at her daughter, she could instantly tell she was in the same boat as well. “You need to pee too?” Rachel asked Hannah, causing her daughter to blush. “It’s alright, I wet myself a little when the ride dropped. I think I might just go.” “What?!?” Hannah asked, blushing even harder. She was doing the same thing her mother was, pressing her crotch against the restraint between her legs. Only Hannah’s squirming was more obvious, she was even trying to wrap her legs around each other, trying desperately to not let a single drop of piss out. “Yeah, who knows how long we might be up here, and besides it’s not like we’re the only ones to do it?” Rachel reasoned. Then, she let out a sigh, and Hannah watched in horror as a steady stream of piss emerged from underneath her mother, running down her legs and soaking the inside of her jeans, before trickling down to the ground below them. “I’m not doing that mom! I can’t believe you just did!” Hannah said, but it may be too late for her. Watching and hearing her mom's piss stream made her desperation that much worse. She saw a crowd gathering below the line. A crowd including her friends and their moms. She knew there were so many eyes on her, but there wasn’t much she could do besides press her crotch against the restraint, and this didn’t do much to help. They had been trapped for nearly ten manures now, she could tell the crew was working on the ride, but she could also tell she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Little trickles already began to escape out of her. Some just soaking into her panties, some running down her tan slender legs. “Hannah, just go, it’s okay.” Rachel told her, but Hannah wished she hadn’t. Hearing her mother say that made it almost impossible to stop the leaks now. They were constant, almost every two seconds, and growing stronger and lasting longer. Her crotch was soaked, and she knew her white shorts had to have become see through. But no matter how much she leaked she didn’t become any less desperate. From their height, she could see the fountain at the entrance of the park. The same fountain that made Beth piss herself. She never would’ve guessed at the time she would be in the same situation later. Pissing her shorts publicly. She wondered what Beth felt like, when the warmth blossomed against her crotch and ran down her legs. This thought, the sight of the fountain, and her desperation, all became too much for Hannah. She felt another leak, but this wasn’t a leak, it was the real deal and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Hannah squirmed and whined against the restraints. Her mother told her comforting words, but she could also hear the comments from the other riders, she knew people were pointing at her. The piss completely soaked her panties and shorts, there wasn’t an inch of dry fabric below her crotch area. She stuck her legs out as the piss ran down them, joining the rest that came out of her onto the ground, mixing with her mothers puddle. She wanted to cry like Beth did earlier. The warm wetness clung to her, as she felt the wind making her wet legs cold. Just as she finished her accident, the ride creaked again, then began to slowly descend. _______________________________________________________________________________ On the ground, Rachel surveyed the damage, she found out about the messes Wendy and Bellatrix made, and saw that her daughters shorts were so wet they were basically see through. The thin white denim clung to her daughter's legs and butt, and you could see her cheeks, and the thong she was wearing. Bethany, who had the first accident, was consoling her two friends who were still in tears over theirs. Wendy and Maria were handling their accidents better, but Maria was getting tired of the stares she was getting, and Wendy was clearly disgusted with herself. Everyone was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes. “What a day huh?” Rachel asked, always trying to stay lighthearted in these sorts of situations. “Guess it’s time to head home, does anyone need to use the bathroom before we leave?”
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  31. Hi there. There's this amazing girl wetting her panties in her condominium while walking around topless. I absolutely love this vid but I don't know who she is! Does anyone know who she might be? Thank you! * nudity * 6907417_compressed.mp4
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  32. Figured I’d share my comms from Biku here. I love working with him
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  33. Hello everybody! After the first story of my girlfriend wetting herself at a concert for me, i asked permission to share another story, this time with a genuine accident. This happened about a year ago, on a short journey from our house to some art classes my gf Cathy was taking at the time. In general, Cathy has an iron bladder and as far as I'm aware, this is the only real accident during her adult life. That day started as normal. We woke up, fooled around a bit and then she got dressed. This time she went with a pink t-shirt, satin black pants, beige brazilian panties with a slim pantyliner and a pair of grey ballerinas with a floral pattern. Once she was ready,she visited the loo and we both left the house. Her journey consisted of two buses and a train inbetween, where she met with another classmate and completed the journey together. The day was particularly hot, so she decided to get a bottle of ice tea to sip along the way. Just as she headed to the starting point for the final bus, her classmate texted her. She would be late and asked my gf to wait for her, to keep her company for the ride. Cathy obliged and found a spot to wait for her. Normally, her need to pee barely reached a 5/10 before she arrived at class, so she visited the ladies without any drama. Not this time though. The tea has already worked its magic and as the minutes went by her classmate was nowhere to be seen. 20 minutes have gone by and now she was closer to an 8/10. She called her classmate to find out where she was. "Please hurry, since i need to use the loo as well", my gf added. " I am almost there but there is a traffic jam, find a restroom if you 're that desperate" she replied. Another 5 minutes go by and the classmate finally shows up. My gf was now really desperate but without any facilities nearby, they had to board the bus or they would end up late. Everything went smoothly, up until they reached their stop. As they got off the bus, she felt a small spurt escape and wet the pantyliner. She was almost through the door and a second spurt escaped, soaking the liner and creating a coin size patch in her underwear. Fortunately for her, the pants were still dry. She ran straight to the ladies and luckily found them free. She pulled down her panties and peed a powerful, 1 minute stream, while inspecting the damage. She dried her panties best she could, threw on a new liner and headed for class. Fast forward a few hours later and the class is now over. Cathy asked a few questions for her next assignment and then joined her other classmates for the way back. Her bladder was barely filling at that point, so she left straight away. She was now off the first bus and onto the train, having already waved her classmates goodbuy. Her need has steadily grown to a 4/10 but was far from being desperate. The train wouldn't reach the station for another 15 minutes, so she opened her telematics app to check the timetable for the last bus. The train reached its destination with a slight delay and now it was a battle against time to catch the last bus. Fortunately she did but it wasn't until catching her breath, she realized her urge was now at a 6/10. However, she was still confident she would make it home. By that point traffic has settled down, so the bus was moving at a normal pace. In about 20 minutes she was almost home, when the unbelievable happened. It must have either been the latchkey effect or her morning hold affecting her bladder, but a desperation wave came out of nowhere. As she was walking, she felt a few drops escape, followed by another small leak. By the time she opened the front door, she was fighting for control. A set of stairs was now all it took for her to make it. As she climbed the steps, she felt another leak escape, then a tiny spurt. At that point she was leaking heavily and her panties were soaked. She felt the wetness hit her pants and spread towards her thighs. The apartment door suddenly opens and Cathy barges straight to the bathroom. I was already hard but also concerned, since she was in actual emergency. I checked on her and could see her powerful stream hitting the toilet bowl. Her pants didn't show any wetness but they were definately wet from her crotch to the knees. I helped her peel her wet clothes off and joined her for a warm and relaxing shower. After a hard day, it was time to settle and relax. So that was my girlfriend's only genuine accident. I still have a couple more stories to share and then i will post them as they happen. Until next time!
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  34. So on Saturday my town held a day of cornonarion celebrations.. it was drizzly horrible weather but thought I should walk down as its important to support local events. Had on blue dress with black leggings under and a mac to keep dry I walked my dog down, there was drinks, music, great atmosphere.. I stayed a few hours.. then I realise I couldn't use loo as can't fit dog into portaloo.. I wasn't that desperate but definitely felt the need.. decided I should head for home.. the rain hadn't stopped so was pretty damp all over which was increasing my need.. its about a 20min walk uphill home.. there were a few moments where I had to stop n grab myself.. as I got to my road a had a little leak..I walked faster.. and made it in the house.. pulled down my leggings but didn't have time to pull down knickers so peed through them full force on toilet.. 3 large glass of pimms and a cup of tea definitely had to come out.. I then went back and shut the door (yes I was that desperate I would have weed myself at that short delay) I was only when I relaxed on sofa that I realised I could have probably wet my leggings because of rain no one would have known!
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  35. Earlier today, I was waiting for my boyfriend to get home from work so we could do laundry. Not only did he need to gather his clothes, but also I don't like going to our unfinished basement alone, which is where the washer and dryer is. Originally for the day, I wasn't planning on doing anything, as I just tend to avoid it during the work week, but lately I've just been in the mood to wet myself, all the time. So I got home about an hour and a half before he did. I decided to start holding it and try to drink as much as I could. Well an hour later and at least 50oz of water, I was bursting to pee. I was on the phone with him as he drove home and I struggled to not let on that I had to pee at all. Praying he got home quickly, I was struggling to hold it, but I managed. He got home and we talked for a few and he gathered his clothes then we FINALLY went down. Almost as soon as we got to the washing machine, I let go. He had already started loading the clothes in when he turned in surprise, as I stood there pissing in my royal blue Soffe shorts right in the middle of our basement. I smiled and said "Oops, good thing we are down here to do laundry!" He laughed and I switched into a pair of clean pajama shorts I had put in the laundry basket for after. Half an hour later, I already had to pee a little bit again, so when we went down to change the laundry over I asked him if he wanted to see me pull my pajama pants aside and pee on the floor. He looked at me with the 'Did you really just ask me that?' face, while I was already getting in position squatting down and pulling my shorts aside. Once he started the dryer, he turned around to watch as I began to relieve myself. I was pretty naughty as I left a pretty big puddle on the floor, even bigger than the first puddle from peeing the shorts. I spent the rest of the night in a diaper as I 'couldn't be trusted' to not have an accident. No complaints from me of course 😏
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  37. "Wait, so you just left her there, covered in her own piss?" Jasmyn asked. "Well I offered her a change of clothes, but she sort of just stood there, being intense and weird. I left as soon as she started doing some weird chanting, it was getting kind of spooky," Sophie laughed. "Anyway cheers, here's to the end of uni!" she held up her pint and cheersed Jasmyn and the other girls, Amelia and Lucy. Amelia's power was one that EVERYONE at university was incredibly jealous of; she could get rid of all alcohol from her body at will. In other words, she could get drunk to ridiculous levels, and then as soon as she wanted to be sober, she just had to click her fingers twice and it would be like she hadn't drunk anything. Lucy's power was that she could change her hair colour at will, today she'd gone for blonde hair ("blondes have more fun right?" she'd hypothesised). The pints flowed as freely as the conversation, the girls talked about everything from the exam, to summer plans, to their love lives. Sophie crossed her legs uncomfortably as she finished the end of her third pint, she was once again desperate for a wee, but was engrossed in Lucy's story about how she'd ended up having a threesome with her ex and his new boyfriend. Thankfully for Sophie, she wasn't the only one struggling. "Ah I'm sorry, I'm about to wee myself, anyone want to come to the loo with me?" Lucy asked. "Oh thank fuck, I've been busting for the last twenty minutes," Amelia stood up, dancing on the spot. "Shall I get us another round on the way back?" "Sounds good, I'll watch our stuff," Jasmyn replied. Jasmyn had of course peed half an hour ago without leaving her seat. "Hurry uppppp, I've already nearly wet myself once today, I'm dying here," Sophie moaned. "Shotgun first," Lucy piped up. "Don't think I'll make it otherwise." Lucy and Amelia headed through the door, clutching themselves in desperation. Sophie followed through, praying that the toilet would be free. --- But the door didn't lead Sophie to the bathroom. She was back home, nearly 200 miles away in Hampstead. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as she stood on her front porch, bladder still very much in need of emptying. She was about to pull her phone out to message Amelia and Lucy, when a familiar figure approached. "Sophie?" her dad looked bewildered. "I thought you weren't coming home until next week." Sophie winced as her dad hugged her, reminding her of her very pressing need to urinate. "Oh yeah, erm, well I thought I'd surprise you," she lied, struggling to make sense of what happened. "But didn't you have an exam today?" he asked. "That was yesterday dad..." Sophie knew her only option was to gaslight her dad. "Oh," he answered, looking at his daughter like he'd never seen her in his life. "Do you want a cuppa?" "In a minute dad, I'm dying for a wee though," she crossed her legs. She paced upstairs, desperate to empty her bladder, and desperate to work out what the hell was going on. The toilet was empty - thank God! She started unbuttoning her jeans, and darted through the door... --- She was now in the centre of Hampstead, at the cafe she used to work at when she was in sixth form. Her bladder burned intensely, whilst her brain was completely frazzled by what was going on. Realising her jeans were still unbuttoned, she did them back up, moaning as the tight waistband constricted her bladder again. A drop of wee escaped to remind her of her desperate situation. "Hi, can I use your loo?" Sophie asked, trying to seem calm, despite her resolve beginning to slip. "Toilets are for customers only," the sixteen year old girl behind the counter grumpily informed her. Hope I was never like this, Sophie thought to herself. "It's quite urgent," Sophie pleaded, dancing on the spot and holding herself, both for emphasis and as a necessity. "Customers only," the girl responded. "I don't want to get in trouble with my manager," she softened as she saw the pained expression on Sophie's face. "Look, if you don't let me go, you're going to have a puddle to clean up here. Which do you think your manager would....." "Sophieeeeeeeee!" a familiar voice interrupted her. It was Maya Abdi, the larger than life African woman who owned the cafe, and gave Sophie her first job all those years ago. "How are you my darling?" "I'm good," Sophie lied. "Maya I'm happy to chat in a minute, but could I possibly use the toilet before I wet myself? I promise I'll buy something." "Of course beautiful, you know where it is," Maya smiled. Sophie mumbled a thank you, then dashed upstairs, praying that whatever was going on would stop, and that she'd be able to use the toilet. Taking a deep breath, she headed through the door... --- ...and found herself on the front porch of her sister's flat. Sophie simply couldn't wait any longer. She was pretty sure her sister would be at work, and she had resigned herself to the idea that toilets were no longer an option for whatever reason. Unbuttoning her jeans again, she dashed into the kitchen, pulled her knickers and jeans down, and hopped up onto the sink. Hoping no one would walk past the house, she relaxed, and sighed as the three pints left her body, tapping loudly against the cold metallic sink. She shuddered as her bladder continued to void itself, grabbing some kitchen roll to wipe herself. The stream died down, now Sophie could focus on figuring out what was happening to her. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!" the shrill voice of Sophie's sister shrieked. Sophie looked up to find her sister and her new boyfriend stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Sophie quickly pulled her knickers and jeans up, turning an unnatural shade of red. "I promise there's an explanation for this..." Sophie began, trying to think of an explanation.
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  39. This is a 'reader's letter' taken from Fiesta Magazine. It might have been included on this site before in a story compilation, I'm not sure. I actually used to have the original magazine, but it's long gone now! Needless to say I had read it endless times by then. This is actually the first erotic story I ever read, let alone of this type. It had a very profound effect on me! Golden Girl Fiesta (1986?) I have sometimes read letters in Fiesta about urolagnia, as I believe it is called, and am always turned on by them. I often wanted to watch past girl friends pee, but never dared to ask! With Irene it just happened. I have been sharing her flat, and bed, with her for six months now. A couple of weeks ago we went to the wedding of a relative of hers. As I drove us back home, Irene dozed off. Just after I got onto a motorway she woke up, “Where are we? I’m dying to pee!” she said. When I told her where we were and that there were no Services she did not turn a hair. “Oh well, holding it makes me randy anyway,” she said, crossing her legs. The knowledge that she was in need of a pee gave me a hard-on. To my amazement Irene promptly dozed off again. I drove on, and after I left the motorway slowed down through a small town only to see that the toilets were closed. Irene still dozed but I could see her foot swinging and knew she was squeezing her thighs under her dress in her sleep. She woke up with a start when we were quite near her flat. She sat bolt upright in her seat, her dress dragged up, her hand between her thighs. “I thought I was doing it. I dreamed I was pissing!” In the light of a street lamp we passed I could see her fingers pressed to the gusset of her tights. “Oooh, I’m bursting!” she told me, and I saw her clench her thighs tight together. My prick was hard and throbbing and I also needed to pee. I told Irene this and offered to stop at a pub car park. Irene reached over with her free hand and put it on my thigh. “You can’t piss with that! You’ll have to fuck me first! I drove on with Irene gently rubbing at her pussy. “I’ll make myself come if you don’t speed up. If I do then I’ll flood the car!” A few minutes later we were home and I fully expected Irene to pull down her tights and briefs and squat down in the driveway. She held on and was hopping from one foot to the other as we waited for the lift. In the lift she put her arms around me and began to kiss me, her knee between mine, her pussy rubbing hard against my thigh. “I’m nearly doing it,” she breathed into my lips. “Did you ever fuck a girl when she was bursting? “You want us to fuck? You’ll soak the bed.” I said. “In the loo. You’ll have to take your things off. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have a stiff prick inside you when you’re bursting!” The lift stopped with a jolt and Irene broke away, grabbed herself between her legs. “Ooh, I’ve done some. I’m so full I can taste it.” She was nearly frantic as I fumbled with the key to the flat. Urging me to hurry, her hand between her legs, her dress pulled up, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the loo. “Unzip me,” she muttered, turning her back. I unfastened her dress. “Take your suit off, quick,” she urged, already getting out of her dress. Her waist slip quickly followed and all the time she kept grabbing at her pussy. She made me sit on the loo, shirt rolled up around my waist, Y-fronts halfway down my thighs. Irene straddled me, having ripped the gusset of her tights. Pulling aside the gusset of her briefs she lowered herself slowly onto my prick. “Ooh, can’t wait much longer,” she gasped, bobbing up and down on me, my prick going deeper and deeper into her. She sucked in her breath, riding me faster. “Going to come. Can’t help it. Going to come,” she gasped out. Come she did, and a warm flood bathed my balls as she began to piss. At that moment I erupted inside her, filling her with my spunk as she relaxed her taught sphincter at the moment of orgasm. Later Irene told me that once before she had fucked with a full bladder at the insistence of former boyfriend. She had soaked the bed, much to his annoyance. I plucked up courage and told her I had often wanted to watch a girl pee. She laughed and said I could watch her as often as I wanted, on one condition, that I fucked her immediately afterwards. I was only too willing to agree to this request. Bob, East London
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  41. Chapter 21: "Getting comfortable" Sorry for the long wait guys, i also decided to cut the chapter i was working on in half because it was getting too long. That does mean that the next chapter will be coming a lot sooner than this one 😄 ________________________________ "It's completely soaked!" Luna said, laughing while she was wringing out her soaked sock. "Sorry!" Chloe was laughing, After they were done laughing about it and Luna put her now soggy sock back on, Chloe asked, "Why didn't you want a dessert btw?" "Because i was planning on having you as a dessert, duh!" "Oh my god Luna!" They were both laughing while trying to keep their voices down. "I just thought it's kinda dumb to pay for one if we have plenty of good ice cream and other stuff for free outside the restaurant." Luna said, "Ok fair enough," Chloe replied, "You can have some of mine!" ________________________ Chloe had finished her desert with the help of Luna and they went on their way to their room. On the way there to get changed they bumped into Selena and Vicky. "There you guys are, come on hurry up so we can go to the party, i'm getting thirsty and there are drinks that need to get emptied!" Vicky said while motioning to go faster. Selena quickly added, "And floors that needs to get danced on!" Luna opened the door to their room and let everyone in, Vicky and Selena were already dressed up with their make up done and everything ready to go. They didn't even mention anything about Luna and Chloe's soaked shorts and dress. Luna sat down on one of their chairs in her pissy shorts with the others while Chloe went in the bathroom to get changed. Selena kept standing and Vicky took the other free chair. "So how was your guys afternoon?" Luna asked, Selena started, "We wandered around together with Liv and Peyton and then went to the gym together, we only found one toilet that was kind of close to it and the line was insanely long." "When we finally got to the gym and by the time everything was set up and we got going we all needed to pee again!" Vicky continued. "Of course Peyton and Liv complained and were about to head back to the toilet." Selena continued, "I was already contemplating to simply wet my shorts right then and there even if there were other people at the gym. And we were already wasting so much time just standing in line for toilets." Vicky excitedly continued their story, "Then this hot and muscled gym trainer comes around and simply tells us it's easier to find a spot here in the gym, squat and just go on the carpet or if you're not too shy about it, is to wear light shorts and pee through them." "I kid you not!" Selena added, "He even added that we didn't need to be embarrassed about it!" "There were even rules in the gym that said you needed to clean the gym equipment after you were 'done' with it." Vicky said in excitement. "Wait we had a similar experience!" Chloe's muffled voice could be heard through the bathroom door. "So Peyton said 'fuck it' and went to a bit more secluded spot in between the gym equipment and dropped her pants and pissed right in the middle of the gym. And Liv, as prude as she is obviously went all the way back to go stand in line for the toilet." Vicky explained while rolling her eyes. "And me and Vicky just pissed our shorts on the spot!" Selena said excitedly without any shame. "Like this" She spread her feet apart, relaxed which made her shoulders drop and let out a long "aaaah" "Haha yea just like that!" Vicky remarked. Luna realized Selena was only mimicking what she had done at the gym and blurted out, "I thought for a second you were gonna pee your pants right there." "Don't worry i don't need to, i peed right before we got here." Selena assured her. Luna now excitedly started telling their story of what they had done during the day, with the whole ordeal of the Karen, without any shame she explained how they had wet themselves multiple times and finally meeting with Dr. Neuhaus. "No way you met him!?" Both Selena and Vicky reacted surprised. "We had completely soaked our pants by then." Luna said just when Chloe came back from the bathroom. Chloe twirled around in front of Luna, "What do you think?" Chloe was wearing a white blouse with jeans hot pants/shorts and dark grey leggings under them. "Looks amazing!" Luna said while giving a wink and went in the bathroom herself to get ready. While inside she could hear the conversation continue although a bit muffled. Chloe continued the conversation and was further talking about the moment they met Dr. Neuhaus. "Stop! There's no way you're telling me that karen was actually called Karen?" Vicky almost shouted from surprise. "Does it look like i'm joking?" "Go away!" Chloe continued, "He roasted the karen and then went on to clarify the rules further, he straight up told us it's fine to go in our pants anywhere except in the restroom." "So that's exactly what we did at the restaurant later!" Luna shouted muffled from inside the bathroom. Vicky and Selena laughed while both were entertained with the story. Selena blushed a little when she started talking, "Lately i'm feeling pretty comfortable just going in my pants, i hope that's not weird" The others agreed sheepishly, assuring her it's not weird at all. Luna couldn't agree more, she loved how much had changed between all of them the last few days. She was done with getting dressed and started on her make up so she opened the door to the bathroom while she continued getting ready. "About that, so um... do you guys also just wet the bed instead of getting up at night?" Vicky asked as nonchalantly as possible while glancing at their bed. "Wait, you guys also do that?" Chloe blurted out They all laughed at the fact they had been sharing the same naughty habit. "That's one thing i'm seriously gonna miss..." Selena said looking disappointed, "It's so annoying to get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet." Chloe added, "Especially after a night out and you had a lot to drink!" "Exactly!" Selena said, "I never thought of the option to simply let go in bed when i needed to pee." Vicky laughed at the others, "Well sucks to be you! I usually have a waterproof cover over my mattress, so when i wake up in the middle of the night to pee i'll stay in bed if i feel like it!" Luna felt a sting of jealousy when she got reminded that Vicky's family was ok with her wetting her bed. Luna suddenly realized, this was the first time the topic came up about when the cruise would end and they went back home. Would things go back to normal or would she still have opportunities to wet her pants? Luna started to ponder over the many things that had happened on this cruise. She did feel some butterflies in her stomach when she thought about the biggest change, the fact that she had a girlfriend now. A few shivers went through her while thinking of her family and friends their reaction if they would find out. Although she also secretly hoped she would be able to continue her naughty habit of wetting even when the cruise eventually ended. Vicky started teasing Selena now, "Imagine waking up in the middle of the night after we went out for a few drinks, laying in bed and needing to pee." "I wouldn't want to get out of bed!" Selena said while playing along and faking an irritated face, "Just laying there.... relaxing... and... aaah" Vicky reclined in her chair, shoulders dropped and let out a sigh. A second later she suspiciously tensed up and shifted to sitting back up again. Chloe blurted out, "Wait, did you just pee?" Vicky had a mischievous smile on her face and wiggled a bit on her chair, "A little bit." They all chuckled while Vicky spread her legs a bit, showing the crotch of her jeans that now had a tiny but barely visible wet spot. "I didn't even need to pee to be honest. I just felt like doing it, i like that damp feeling in my panties." Vicky sheepishly added. Luna her heart started beating faster, her friends were having a casual discussion about wetting their pants, and enjoying it! "Oh you also like that?" Selena added while Chloe was nodding along in agreement. Selena a little bit on the spot and mumbled a bit, "Maybe I should've let some out as well earlier, even though i don't really have much in the tank." "Just do it if you want" Chloe was trying to convince Selena, "What's stopping you?" Luna popped her head out of the bathroom and asked hopefully, "So are we even gonna bother to go stand in line for the toilet later or...?" The others looked at each other for a few seconds when Selena spoke up, "We've been standing in bathroom lines for so long today, i don't want to go stand in anymore lines!" "Agree!" Chloe added, "It's not a big deal if other people see me wet my pants anyway." Vicky nonchalantly added, "Same, what's the big deal if other people are doing it as well at this point and it's actually allowed anyway!" _________________ Vicky enjoyed the wet feeling in her panties while still sitting on the chair, letting it all out in her fresh jeans would feel even better though. Thinking about it, that nice warm glow in her crotch followed with the wet sensation spreading under her butt would feel wonderful. On second thought she couldn't do that as she would need to go to the party in visibly peed pants... or did she even really care that people would see her? Her friends didn't seem to mind it either at this point. Would random strangers even care if she would go to the party in peed pants? Vicky made up her mind and started to relax her bladder, waiting for her flow to start and empty her bladder in her jeans and chair. _____________________ Luna's make up was done by now and she was wearing her stylish red jumpsuit she had worn a couple days earlier. It had returned from the cleaning service all clean and pristine again. She was completely ready to go to the party. While doing the final touches she heard laughter erupting from the others outside the bathroom followed by a "Haha she's peeing!" Once again she popped her head out of the bathroom to see what was going on. Vicky got up and turned around, showing off a big wet patch that was spread over her butt that was impossible not to notice. Clearly she had just peed herself on purpose. "You're gonna go to the party like that?" Luna asked surprised. Vicky, who was still laughing at what she just did, asked, "Yea why not?" "You're gonna pee your jeans as well?" Chloe asked while looking over at Selena, Only now Luna realized Selena had shifted her stance and was standing with her feet slightly apart. Selena blushed a little when saying, "A little bit, just to get my panties wet." Just as she said it they could see a wet patch slowly form on her crotch, but it looked like she didn't stop her flow. It started to spread across her crotch and was glistening with wetness while a streak went down on one side of her thigh. Chloe chuckled while looking at Selena's wet patch, "I thought you were only gonna pee a little bit? You emptied your bladder didn't you?" "Well it felt good so i didn't feel like stopping!" Selena sheepishly declared with a smile, she felt her wet crotch with her hand and continued, "Oooh I'm starting to really like that wet feeling not gonna lie." Luna couldn't believe they were wetting their jeans just for fun. Just like with Vicky there was no way people wouldn't notice with a wet patch like that, Selena's jeans were clearly peed in with a streak that went down to almost her knee. She went back into the bathroom and looked at herself in their standing mirror. She couldn't stop grinning. Excitement had been building hearing her friends enjoying wetting their pants, but now it had reached it's peak. With pounding heart she relaxed her bladder. It took a few seconds but then Luna could feel the first drops going in her fresh panties with no intentions to stop. She enjoyed how her panties were slowly getting soaked with pee while starting to go down her inner thighs, in her reflection in the mirror she could see the darker wet patch starting to form on her crotch. After a couple seconds her small stream subsided leaving only a small wet patch on her crotch and a streak that went down on one of her thighs. Happy with the wet sensation in her pants she exited the bathroom to join with the others, she showed off her wet patch as well. No need to be embarrassed about it anymore. They all fist bumped each other seeing they had all wet their pants , some more than the others, except Chloe. "Maaaaan! I peed earlier and now i can't, i'm the only one with dry panties." Chloe said while she genuinely seemed disappointed. "Haha loser!" Selena joked while the others laughed. ____________________________________ They were on their way to the party which was on the top deck on the other side of the ship as usual, they took their sweet time while chatting about stuff. Luna wasn't sure who started the topic but they were now talking about whether it was a good idea to wet your panties while at school under their school outfit? "I mean, under your skirt nobody would know it anyway right?" Chloe added, Luna was loving the naughty idea, and the prospect of continuing the idea of wetting her panties after the cruise ended. They were almost at the party when suddenly Luna realized Chloe had fallen behind. She turned around to see Chloe standing still now, concentrating and with her feet apart. "Aah... there we go." While Chloe said it they could all see a darker patch form on her jean shorts. They all chuckled seeing Chloe had finally caught up with them and had wet herself a little, she looked content with what she had done. "Well there goes my fresh dry panties." Chloe happily declared while checking the wetness on her shorts. They entered the top deck and arrived at the party. Minutes later Luna had already found a snack to munch on as a desert for earlier and they were all hanging out in one of the lounge chairs while Selena had brought drinks for them. "How come you guys have wet your pants again?" Peyton and Liv suddenly arrived. "Accidents?" Liv asked. "Not quite, it was on purpose." Vicky said in between sips from her drink. "Just for fun." They all chuckled while Peyton rolled her eyes and Liv had a look of confusion on her face wondering if they were joking. "Actually a bit further i think there's a whole group of chicks sitting that also peed in their pants, but fully soaked." Liv said while joining the conversation. "The line to the bathroom isn't even that long so i wonder how they all managed to have an accident like that." "Seriously the line is pretty long..." Peyton remarked to Liv. Luna calmly added, "I don't think those are accidents anymore at this point." "I saw some women are also simply wetting their panties under their skirts, or maybe they're just going commando i guess." Selena added. "Well i don't know about you guys but i'm just gonna piss my jeans for the remainder of the evening." Vicky blurted out. Selena, Luna and Chloe all agreed, said cheers and clinked their glasses. Peyton ignored it and Liv had a confused expression on her face. The DJ started his set and was shouting some stuff over a song that nobody really cared about and that was their qeue to go mingle in the crowd and enter the dance floor. Luna was in a bubbly mood which was not her usual self at parties, she felt more free. She loved dancing in the crowd with a wet feeling between her legs reminding her of what she had done earlier and what she was planning on doing. it weirdly made her feel sexy. Dancing around while she was being social with others, Peyton and Liv had started chatting with some guys and Luna joined in as well. She felt a bit funny and blushed when Peyton and Liv let the guys know she was in fact taken when the guys were trying to hit on her. After a while it was Luna and Chloe's turn to get a fresh round of drinks. It was quite crowded tonight and they had to get through heaps of people to get to one of the bars on the deck. While waiting at the bar there was a woman before them, at first Luna didn't notice anything but then Chloe nodded towards her. It was hard to see because she was wearing black pants, but surely they could see there was a wet patch stretched over her bum. Luna and Chloe smiled at each other knowing they were not the only ones, then the woman walked away and it was their turn. They gave their order and waited for their drinks while Chloe stood next to her at the bar and suddenly whispered in her ear. "I get it." "Get what?" Luna asked confused, "This." Chloe answered with a smile while she nodded downwards. Only now Luna noticed, Chloe simply stood there leaning on the bar and was without missing a beat relieving herself in her shorts. Her shorts were glistening with pee while it was spreading down on her dark grey leggings. Surely it couldn't have been a full bladder but the wet patch still reached all the way until her knees by the time she was done. "I love how it feels." Then Chloe stole a quick kiss before grabbing their drinks and heading towards the others. Luna her head was floating somewhere in the clouds while she was walking behind Chloe, her girlfriend had just nonchalantly pissed herself in full view and now she could see the fresh wet patch on her butt that hadn't been there a few minutes earlier. Chloe hadn't been the only one that felt like wetting her pants further. Selena and Vicky were both dancing together and now both their wet patch on their jeans spread all the way to their knees as well. They were definitely enjoying themselves. They put their drinks down on the nearest table and went back to the dance floor just when the DJ shouted some gibberish in his mic and hyped up the crowd for the next banger of a song. For a while they danced their hearts out and Luna could feel her own bladder starting to fill by now, and just as she thought of letting it flow the current song ended and a slower song started which was her qeue. Chloe came up to her, with the intent in wanting a dance with her, of course she accepted and while they started slow dancing, in the moment Luna relaxed her bladder without any hesitation and welcomed the wet sensation that was spreading in her panties. Chloe threw her arms around Luna and pulled her closer pressing their bodies against each other. Luna could feel the warm wetness soaking down her legs while she asked, "you don't mind right? I'm in the middle of..." Chloe cut off her sentence, "I could tell by looking at your face that you're peeing!" Without waiting for a reaction Chloe pressed her lips against Luna's and they kept kissing while Luna kept fully relieving her bladder into her jumpsuit. She was in heaven. By the time she was done peeing she could feel her clothes were soaked, her pee had cascaded down her legs and into her shoes, soaking her socks. Not completely to her surprise but when the song ended and got replaced for a faster one they stopped dancing and Luna could now see Chloe had done the same, her leggings had a wet patch all the way down to her shoes which must mean she soaked her socks as well. They sheepishly looked around in the crowd to see if anyone was staring at them but that didn't seem to be the case, probably nobody had even noticed. Which wasn't that weird knowing they also didn't really pay attention if other people were wetting themselves while they were having a good time. The entire top deck was crowded and as far as she knew there was only one measly bathroom with a few cubicles open. With the effect of the drug and the amounts of drinks there's no way all these people were going to the toilet. "Ah there you guys are, this song sucks! Lets take a break!" Selena suddenly showed up with Vicky behind her, still with the wet patch on their jeans from earlier. They took their drinks with them and couldn't really find any free seats anymore so they went to the side of the ship where it was a lot less noisy and away from the crowd. A bit further away they could also see men who were peeing through the railing and off of the side of the ship. "Oh you guys went in your pants while dancing?" Selena asked carefree, "I really need to pee as well actually." While Selena said it Vicky was already ahead of her and walking to the railing, leaned on it, spread her feet wide and let out a long and loud "aaaaaah" while they all could hear the hissing start as she started fully peeing her jeans. "Same actually." Vicky said nonchalantly while in the middle of wetting her pants and sipping from her drink. Selena quickly followed Vicky's example and started peeing her pants as well while they all were leaning on the railing and with a look of content on their face, staring in to the distance of the moon lit ocean. Luna loved how her friends were completely comfortable with it, she could see how both managed to make quite a puddle at their feet by the time they were done. Both their jeans were completely soaked by now. They started chatting while Luna snuggled up in Chloe's embrace. "What do you think Tim is gonna think of that?" Selena suddenly asked, Tim was Luna's ex boyfriend who she dated for a few months before getting to know Chloe, she was still friends with him but knew he still had feelings for her. He also went to the same school as them but didn't come along on the cruise. Luna started to blush a little bit, "I don't know, i don't even know what i should tell him. You think he might get jealous?" "Might?" Selena and Vicky laughed. "I low key disliked him because he was sometimes hitting on you i felt like." Chloe admitted sheepishly. "Oh so that's why, i sometimes noticed it you really didn't like him." Luna said while laughing. The others chuckled while Luna thought it was cute and gave Chloe a peck on the lips. Seemingly out of nowhere Selena suddenly fired a question, "How does it feel to kiss a girl actually?" They all paused and looked at Selena, who got immediately flustered. "Why do you ask?" Vicky asked curiously, "If you want to know just try it." Luna wasn't used to talking about this topic and felt really shy. "Just kiss Vicky and see for yourself." Chloe said jokingly. Selena quickly shook her head while getting flustered even more. Vicky immediately fired back, "I definitely need another drink for that, probably two!" "That can be arranged." Chloe said while gesturing towards the party. "Haha.. w-wait are you serious?" Selena stammered, Vicky replied with a wink, "I don't mind if it's you sweety!" They all laughed at Vicky her joke while Selena was sheepishly fumbling with her now empty glass in her hands. "Found you guys!" Liv said from behind, "Got your text Vicky, else we would've never found you." Liv and Peyton arrived with fresh drinks in their hands for everyone. "Did you all fully piss your pants?" Peyton asked in disbelieve. Luna who was still in Chloe's embrace jokingly replied, "Yea we just couldn't hold it anymore!"
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  42. Sophie jolted upright, head and bladder throbbing. She checked her phone: 7:28am. Classic, she thought. First chance for a lie in and my stupid bladder wakes me up. It explained her dream at least. She'd dreamt that every time she tried to use the toilet, she'd be transported somewhere else, gradually getting more and more desperate. Speaking of, Sophie was fit to burst. She reluctantly tore herself away from the warm comfort of her duvet, feeling the cool morning air on her naked body as she stood up. She debated putting some clothes on, but her bladder was in no mood to be delayed, and besides, her flatmates would probably all be asleep anyway. Sophie always needed a wee when she woke up, but this was next level. It almost felt as though she forgot to urinate when she came home from the pub. Which was a possibility, as she had had a substantial amount of beer by the time she decided to go home. Peeking her head out of her bedroom door, she saw the coast was clear, so she darted across the hallway, clutching herself desperately as what felt like litres of urine begged for release. --- FUCKKKKKKKK. It all came back to Sophie instantly. It wasn't a dream at all, but a very real reality. In truth, she didn't really remember anything that clearly from yesterday, but the pieces of the story were starting to come together in her mind. She remembered pissing in her sister's sink, and then having to try and explain what was going on. She remembered having to pee in an empty Starbucks cup when her sister gave her a lift back to Leeds and they got stuck in traffic. She remembered trying to still enjoy the evening at the pub but spending most of the time so desperate for the loo she could barely talk. And she remembered wetting herself on the top floor of the 78 bus because she couldn't hold on any longer. Sophie assessed her surroundings, her stomach twisting as she realised where she was. It was all the same as it was when she left without saying goodbye three years ago, from the tacky 'Live Laugh Love' sign in the hallway, to the ugly green carpet. She was at the house of her ex-boyfriend's parents, naked, with a bladder on the verge of exploding. She desperately clutched her peehole as a spurt leaked out, the drops softly pattering on the outdated carpet. Twisting her body in agony, she silently gasped as she heard a voice from upstairs. "Who's down there?" her ex's gruff father called out. Sophie's heart rate spiked, as her bladder started to reach bursting point. The stair floorboards creaked, as his father began to make his way downstairs, so Sophie did the only thing she could think to do, and freeze him. With one minute before he unfroze, and potentially called the police, Sophie knew she had to act quickly, but she was beyond desperate for a wee at this point, and her bladder was causing her physical pain. Searching frantically, for a receptacle to relieve herself in, her eyes were drawn to the flowerpot by the front door. Holding on for dear life, she grabbed the flowerpot, only to find it was significantly heavier than she had first realised. As another spurt leaked out, and with time running out, Sophie had no choice but to see where the bathroom door would take her this time. --- She was in the charity shop where she sometimes volunteered, still completely naked, and still absolutely bursting for a wee. The shop's alarm started blaring almost immediately, as no one was due to open up until 9pm. The one time Phyllis remembers to set the alarm, Sophie wryly thought. She could hold on no longer. Her bladder gave up the ghost, violently releasing its contents onto the floor of the shop, amid the deafening sound of the burglar alarm. Sophie moaned as a small waterfall left her body, with no thought about how she was going to explain the puddle on the floor to her boss. Or how she was going to explain being naked. Or how she was going to explain setting off the burglar alarm. The relief was so great she almost wanted to cry, with the stream showing no sign of stopping. After what felt like almost two minutes, her bladder was empty, and she could turn her mind to the situation. Keen to get out as quickly as possible, she grabbed a pair of light denim flared jeans, an oversized t shirt and some scuffed white trainers. She disabled the alarm, and went to get some cleaning stuff. Shit, she thought. All the cleaning stuff is in the bathroom. Not wishing to find herself on the doorstep of anymore of her exes, she decided to improvise, using some old jumpers to clean up the mess. Praying no one would notice the loss of some old jumpers, or the light smell of urine mixed with the cheap perfume she'd poured over it to try and hide the smell, she disposed of the jumpers, and let herself out, making sure to reset the burglar alarm, and lock up again. Hopefully no one would ever find out. Hopefully.
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  44. CHAPTER 5: X-RATED It was almost impossible to set the scene, but I’m going to try. I very rarely in life feel ‘out of control’ of my body, however, now was one of those moments. Firstly, I didn’t have any control of my thoughts, it had been completely overloaded by sexual thoughts and fantasies (thanks to Alba); and secondly, I had no control of the situation that was unfolding, in front of my very own eyes. You see, technically, it was Maria who had invited me round to the party, I guess with the expectation that we’d spend the evening together. In theory, everything pointed to that conclusion! So why, as I stood in Maria’s room, topless and with my jeans round my ankles, was it Alba, also topless, who I wanted to fuck - it made no sense. The bedroom walls were thin, the door was thin, and didn’t lock; everything hinted to the fact we should stop, or we'd get caught, someone could literally walk in, but the thought of stopping never entered mine or Alba’s mind. We’d even tried to stop, Alba had been the voice of reason, and I’d agreed with her; ‘what were we doing,’ foundling in Maria’s bedroom, but we both couldn’t resist. This was the moment, the moment that we’d both been waiting for, ever since she’d opened the door for me less than two weeks ago. Nothing mattered, the music blaring in the background, the muffled sound of voices talking, the unlocked bedroom door - this was it. “ALBA!” I sighed, closing my eyes as I felt her hand slowly touch the tip of my cock. Alba needed no invitation to wank me, slowly sliding her hand up and down my shaft, causing me to take long deep breaths. She obviously wasn’t telepathic, but she had completely read my mind, somehow knowing that I was desperate to be touched. I thought back to leaving her on the spot in pissed soaked jeans, sincerely hoping she wanted more, and here was my answer - she did. As she continued to wank me, I started to let out longer breaths, somewhat of moans, to show my satisfaction, before letting her pull me closer. “You gonna fuck me this time…? Alba asked, her eyes lighting up in anticipation. “What about…you know…?” I replied, thinking about everything Alba had said earlier, whilst looking down at her lips - all I wanted to do was make-out with her. “One-off…?” Alba said cheekily, a rise smile forming on her lips. “Yeah!!…one-off…” I replied, barely managing to get my words out. Before I’d finished replaying, Alba had crashed her lips into mine, forcing us to kiss. Her lips were warm, soft, and the taste of alcohol further intoxicated my already perplexed mind. I had already sussed out her rhythm, sucking and pulling at my bottom lip before forcing her way to the top, and then back down to the bottom again. If I’m honest, I wouldn’t say it was my best kiss ever, it got sloppy in parts; Alba and I were both so jacked up, we almost fought, our lips banging into each other, but that was all part of the process. It hadn’t taken me long to start scratching her back again, dragging my nails down the side of her hips, grabbing and pulling on her skin for a reaction. The reaction was Alba letting out short, sharp moans, breaking away from my lips as I still tried to kiss her, indicating she wanted more. I accepted her invitation and started by cupping her small tits, knowing not to push them upwards, but to grab them, squeeze them, and let my fingers brush over her erect nipples. Like she had done on the night of the accident, Alba’s hand wasn’t necessarily wanking me anymore, more so just playing with my tip, to keep me happy. With both of us now letting out moans of pleasure, I knew it was time to try and take things to the next level. I broke away from Alba’s lips for a brief moment, guiding my mouth down her neck, gently kissing the side, before moving up the neck to her ear lobe, biting it with force, and then slowly dragging my lips back down her neck towards her right nipple. As I did this, Alba’s eyes were closed and her head was titled back; I loved the way she let out constant moans, always wanting to be pleasured. I tried all my tricks when my mouth and lips were round her nipple, gently flicking it with my tongue, sucking it, and then letting my bottom lip run over - going backwards and forwards. As I worked on Alba’s neck and nipples, my hands had become more free; and it allowed to be flick open Alba’s buckle, and slide down her jeans and light-blue thong. I didn’t even bother keeping her thong on for a little bit, she hadn’t done so with my boxers, so why should I - and anyways, I wanted to see that thigh gap again, and more pressingly, her tight pussy. Everything just reminded me of that night, when she stood in the kitchen with her wet jeans round her legs. I’d been so desperate for more then (but stopped myself), and apparently so had she, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers this time. Talking of my fingers, after I’d tugged Alba’s jeans down, she’d started to shimmy her legs, letting her tight blue jeans, and thong, fall to her ankles, before kicking off her shoes and the rest of her clothes in the process - I finally got to see her naked. WOW! My shoes weren’t as easy to get off, so bending down, using my fingers, I untied my laces and ripped both my shoes off as fast as possible (but keeping my socks on). I know that some people don’t like having sex with socks on, but there was neither the time, or distractions for any further inconveniences. Alba and I both knew the risks involved with continuing, but that didn’t stop us. As I got back up from crouching down, my eyes veered past Alba’s pussy; I thought about stopping and starting to eat her out, I really wanted to, but time, we couldn’t have the desired thirty minute foreplay, and ten minute sex, we were under the clock. As my face reached hers, Alba took no time in kissing me again, this time harder and with twice as much passion. Alba’s tongue swirled around in my mouth, and I allowed my lips to grab ahold, sucking on it in the process, forcing Alba to pull away a little. She seemed enticed, crashing her lips back against mine, continuing the heated make-out session. “Fuck!” Alba moaned, breaking away from me. “…you’re so fucking hot…” I said, watching her eyes carefully. “…I want you soooo bad!” Alba insisted, wrapping her arms round my body. It seemed impossible, because we were already so close, but Alba furthered our intensity by slowly sliding my dick in-between her legs - her pussy now resting on my hard cock. I couldn’t help notice, she was already soaked - fucking hell - my brain was in heaven and my body was tingling all over. I could feel my breathing start to intensify as we both looked down, watching as Alba started sliding her slender body backwards on forwards on my dick. Thinking back, I was an idiot for not doing this the week prior, why had I waited so long? “Ooooh!” Alba moaned, increasing the pace, “…fuckkk…” She wasn’t the only one enjoying the feeling. My dick is circumcised, meaning every time she slide back over my tip, it was exposed and extremely sensitive to her wet pussy. As good as it felt, I was desperate for more; if she was this wet from just making out, I couldn’t help but think she’d be dripping if we fucked. Alba’s face, described using an oxymoron, had a pained but pleasured expression across it - she too was begging for more. With Alba’s hands now resting on my waist, I saw an opportunity and took it. With my free hands, I placed them underneath her bum, at the top of her thighs, where her arse was the softest. Using my strength, gripping her bum, I pulled her upwards, meaning both her feet would come off the ground. Now in full control, I swung her around, and sort of shuffled my feet towards the bed. Once there, still carrying Alba via her bum, I carefully collapsed on top of her; finishing in the missionary sex position, my dick rubbing on entrance to her pussy. “You gonna fuck me on Mara’s bed…?” Alba teased, biting her lip, her wide eyes glaring up at me. “…already?” I replied, watching her closely, I was now in full control because I knew she wanted me inside her - she couldn’t wait any longer. If I’m truly honest, I didn’t want to wait any longer either, my dick was throbbing, and rubbing it against her wet pussy was only making things worse. It was becoming increasingly hard to resist the temptation. Alba looked so vulnerable every time I eased my body upwards, dragging my cock along her pussy. We briefly kissed again but Alba couldn’t sustain anything major, her mouth was constantly letting out sharp breaths, mixed with moans. “FUCKKK baby…” Alba moaned sharply into my ear, letting out a breath afterwards. FUCK! She was so hot. I wanted to fuck her so badly. “You like that…?” I teased back, looking authoritatively down at her. “Baby…put it inside…” Alba somewhat begged, her eyes looking submissive. I couldn’t say no this time, and as I relaxed my body, I allowed the tip of my dick to push against the entrance to her pussy. “FUCK Alba!!” I moaned hard as my tip pushed its way in. As I pushed the rest of my dick into her warm, wet pussy, Alba’s head tilted fully back. “You’re so tight…FUCK…” I moaned, starting to slowly slide my dick in and out. It was happening, finally, we were fucking! Alba’s legs had started out in a v-shape, allowing me to lean forward and rest my elbows beside her, slowly pushing in and out, watching the reaction on her face every time I thrusted forwards. Alba’s mouth was constantly wide open, letting out loud moans as pushed inwards, and then short breaths as I came back out. The feeling was indescribable, her pussy perfectly wrapped around my medium-sized dick. She might have been small-chested, but even the way her tits did a little bounce was perfect - I was in heaven. As we continued to fuck, I leant further down, coming closer to Alba’s face. In turn, this allowed Alba to wrap her legs around my back. I wouldn’t usually do this position on a one night stand, its more reserved for love making, however, I think Alba and I craved the intimacy. With us now face to face, Alba upped the stakes, kissing my neck and shoulders, before digging her teeth into my collar-bone area, biting down with some vengeance. My response was to fuck her harder, deeper and faster, although after twenty seconds or so, I slowed back down, knowing my limits. “…open your mouth…” I whispered playfully, wanting more revenge after Alba had left teeth marks on my body. Alba submissively did what I said, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. As I went down to kiss her, I swallowed, gathering spit in my mouth, before spitting into her mouth; watching as she caught it on her tongue. My aim wasn’t the best though, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that some had ended up beside her lip, on her face. It did, however, give me an idea as to what I wanted later on. Back to the fucking, and after my quick increase in the tempo, Alba seemed to be breathing more deeply, in a more concerned fashion - I’d heard, and seen this before. “You close already…?” I teased quietly, increasing tempo again. However, I had to be careful because Alba’s pussy was that wet, and that tight, any faster and I’d be close to blowing my own load. With no hesitation, Alba pulled me back down to her lips, kissing me passionately. I immediately felt Alba’s tongue crashing into mine, before a warm liquid was forced against my tongue, ending up my mouth - she’d returned the spit! She wasn’t scared of being kinky, that was for sure. The whole situation had somehow turned me on even more, and I bit down on Alba’s bottom lip, before gently sucking it, as a way of making up for the bite. Alba’s way of saying thank you was by rolling her eyes, I couldn’t get enough of her. “You’re gonna make me cum baby…” Alba then moaned, licking around my ear in the process. “Yeah…?” I knew I’d got Alba close, I could feel it, her moaning was sloppy and her hips rolled as I thrusted in and out. In turn, it was actually making things more difficult for me. Her pussy seemed to get slicker and slicker, and despite the vibration and hum of noise in the background, I could hear a definitive squelch every time I arched my body up, allowing my dick to angle downwards and go deeper. I rested my head next to hers on the bed, to try and continue with the deeper angle, I wanted to her to cum for me. “FUCK!…it feels sooo good!” Alba moaned again, quite loudly, giving no consideration to the fact people may be able to hear us. With the both of us breathing heavily, our heads resting side by side, allowing us to moan into the others ear; I upped the tempo once more. I knew I would only last for thirty seconds, maybe a minute max at this pace, but all I needed to do was take Alba over the edge, and it was working. As I repetitively fucked downwards into Alba’s tight pussy, her legs tightly wrapped round my body, and her teeth biting down on the top of my ear, I could feel she was at the edge. Further, her moaning had almost stopped, it had been replaced with short intakes of breath, I just needed one last push (quite literally). Somewhat embarrassingly, hoping that I’d last longer, I could also feel my body giving in, so much for wanting to cum on her face, another time perhaps. Alba’s pussy had just been so tight, getting wetter and wetter the further on we went, I couldn’t take it anymore. Thankfully, she beat me to it, and I could feel it deep inside as Alba’s pussy clenched on to my cock, her legs starting to shake on my back. The further give away had been Alba’s nails that were aggressively clawing down my back; and the fact I’d upped the tempo one last time, causing her whole body to vibrate - it must’ve been one-hell of an orgasm. “Fuckkkk…Alex…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…” Alba moaned repeatedly in my ear. Hearing those words, that she was cumming, further combined with her moans, gave me no time to react. Every little thing seemed to reverberate and rattle around my brain. I glanced my eyes across her body for one last time, appreciating her beauty, she really was a ten-out-of-ten; her mouth was completely open (moaning in pleasure), her eyes were firmly shut (internal bliss from the orgasm) - I was seconds away from blowing my own load. “…FUCK…ALBA!” I moaned directly into her ear, “…I’m gonna…” I couldn’t finish my words because the pleasure was too much, from getting her off in soaked jeans, to now fucking in Maria’s bed, I realised that finishing inside her was the final piece of the puzzle. Almost pinning her down to the bed with my body, the fast paced rhythm I had before was now becoming sloppier; any frequent sex haver knows what’s it like when you’re (the male) is about to cum, you go slower, deeper, everything is done with more intensity. I could virtually feel my load shooting up my cock, and with one last, long thrust, deep inside her soaked pussy - I started to cum inside her. Alba must’ve realised I was about to cum because as I stopped fucking her, letting my cock spurt cum inside her, she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Although, I wouldn’t really describe it as a kiss, Alba just sucked on my lips as my mouth was wide open, quietly moaning from the pleasure of cumming inside her tight pussy. I could feel my dick rapidly twitching inside her pussy, the feeling only made better by the fact that her orgasm was cresting as well, squeezing on her cock, forcing any last drops of cum out. “You couldn’t hold it…?” Alba teased, her eyes staring at me. I shook my head in response, panting, looking down at her dishevelled hair, but still immaculate face. “You’re so tight…” I gasped, catching my breath, “…I couldn’t hold it…” “We’re equal then…” Alba smirked, letting her head fall back against the duvet of Maria’s bed. “…equal?” I responded, letting out a wry smile in confusion. “You made me piss myself…I made you cum…” Alba fired back. “You came first…!!” I wasn’t entirely sure I agreed with her reasoning, I’d also just made her cum, and before myself, surely that meant I won? As Alba rolled her eyes at me, I took my body weight off her and leant my body backwards. This allowed me to shift my body, and to slowly remove my now semi-flaccid dick from her soaking pussy. We both let out small moans as my cock popped out, and I flicked my eyes down in a flash, just to check if any of my cum was already about to drip out of her pussy, but to my dismay, it seemingly had been planted too deep. Then, I collapsed my body next to Alba’s, so we were both lying down, our arms touching, and puffed my cheeks. “You should go…” Alba said, flicking her eyes towards me. “Now…?” I replied, a little hurt by the comment. I always thought after-sex-care was important, apparently not. “Before we get caught…” Alba added, a grimace across her face “…I’ll be out in five!” “…see you later?” I asked, phrasing it more as a question than a goodbye. “Hundred percent!” She replied, with a smile. I did as Alba said, and slowly got up off the bed. Once up, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and searched for my clothes. It seemed years ago that we’d come in just to change, and I was quickly reminded of that, picking up my wet shirt, realising I’d just have to wear my t-shirt for the rest of the night. The sex session had definitely made me sweat, and I struggled to get my jeans on because my legs possessed that warm, sweaty, sticky nature of post sex tiredness. I took one look back at Alba, her naked body lying freely across the bed, before smiling and swiftly exiting. This moment was going to live long in the memory.
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