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  1. these aren’t as long as I hoped they would be but I hope they are enjoyed nonetheless ! IMG_6157.mov IMG_6310.mov
    53 points
  2. Well today I wanted to try something different and that something was recording myself peeing! I tried to do it yesterday but it didn't turn out the way I wanted so I tried again today and now I'm gonna upload it! I was feeling especially shy when recording this (even if I'm nor showing my face), but even so I hope you guys enjoy it! See ya soon! ;)) 20240225_191640.mp4
    49 points
  3. I filmed both of these about a week ago, but I’ve been quite busy with life and getting sick wasn't on my agenda but it happened😅😆regardless, I hope these are enjoyed!! I held for quite a bit with the Halloween panties, not as long with the green panties video but was still just as fun 🙂 IMG_7462.mov IMG_7464.mov
    41 points
  4. VK find Car_Wetting_-_Couldn’t_Make_It_-_ThisVid.com.mp4 [240768173_456239057].mp4
    36 points
  5. I would like to make more of these with different types of underwear that I have 🙂 these were filmed about 2 weeks ago! IMG_6701.mov IMG_6712.mov
    35 points
  6. It's been long since I told her about my fetish, she is cool with it but doesn't really enjoy much herself, though we did agreed on some boundaries, one of those were to not wet our bed, I agreed, even though I like how it feels, it's plenty of cleanup afterwards and might leave the smell on our bedroom. Before I begin telling the whole story, mind you she can hold a lot and for a long period of time, sometimes I've noticed her going to the bathroom only once after a whole afternoon of drinks. But, and this 'but' gets me really excited, she just can't hold it after even the smallest of leaks, a little drop release is enough for her to totally lose it. So, yesterday, we were at our office the whole afternoon and early night, it's our small business and the bathroom in our office is still under construction (it's just us for now, so we don't really mind it), we drank about 4 or 5 mugs each, coffee and tea, and when we were done working, she suggested us to do those 'try not to laugh' challenges just to cheer up before going home. It was fun I think laughing made her throat sore, so she drank like two or three cups of water after that. We headed home, it was already late and we were tired, so not much after we arrived, we went to bed, I didn't notice if she went to the bathroom or not, she had a headache so I was busy making some soup for her (which might add to the liquids I think). We did everything as usual, she lies on top of me and I massage her hair and tell her stories to put her to sleep, she says my voice is calming and it always works. I take a bit longer to fall asleep, so I just lie there and read some ebook on my phone until I fall asleep. But this day, things were a bit different, after maybe an hour or so that she fell asleep, she was still on top of me sleeping, food for imagination, we are both white, I was wearing only my black shirt and grey boxers and she was wearing a red thong and a navy blue shirt that she stole from me, I have some muscles but I still think I'm quite thin, she is an hourglass, thin hips and baby got back. Back to the story, I noticed she was giggling a little in her sleep, I thought it was funny, then she squirmed a little and pressed herself of me, which was enough to make my little guy look up to the skies, then I felt us getting warm in there but hadn't yet noticed it was wet, she woke up with her heart racing and just whispered "I'm peeing", I lost myself in those words, I felt my mouth getting dry as my crotch was getting wet, she grabbed my arms very strongly and looked at me in fear. I think it was the cutest and hottest moment I've ever experienced in my entire life. I could hear her pee hissing on her red thong which was already soaking wet, it rushing down on my crotch and soaking my boxers, I could feel the puddle forming on my back, spreading all over, from my legs to my shoulders (it was a lot of pee), and also making a puddle on my belly and soaking the front of my shirt, it felt like eternity, if heaven is that, you could kill me right now. For now, I can only imagine what the backvuew of this would be, her big bubble butt wearing that sexy red thong and peeing all over me, it makes me crazy. She wasn't very proud of it, but she loved my reaction to it, we ended up having it right there, I usually last between 5 to 10 minutes but this day I don't think I even got to 1, haha, she was very surprised and teases me about this to this day, as she's the one who usually doesn't last for long.
    34 points
  7. Hi everyone! I recently managed to pick writing back up as a cure to my boredom; not really thinking about what I write but instead focusing on just putting a few words down and seeing where it takes me. This time, it was another one of our beloved main character Ocean's adventures (shameless plug to check out my profile for more Ocean and others haha). Even though I feel like fiction has somewhat been losing its popularity to visual artwork lately, I hope some of you will still find this entertaining. Enjoy! # Hi. My name's Ocean. It's been a little more than two years since I graduated college. Although my college years were relatively uneventful compared to my peers, I did still have my fair share of fun times. One of me and my friend group's favourite after-school activities was to simply grab a few beers, park my car to somewhere quiet and drink away the stress of the whole day. Usually it would be just me and one or two other guy friends, but one day, we had someone new. She was a girl named Marla, whom we had met on a mutual class we were taking. She was average height and weight, with medium length curly brown hair and matching brown eyes. We had only talked a few times—she could barely be considered a friend, but we certainly didn't mind additional company, so none of us objected when she offered to join in one evening. After our last class, me and one other friend named Chase, picked Marla up and drove to a liquor store close to our drinking spot, making small talk with her on the way. She didn't seem like much of a conversation starter on her own, but she joined in on me an Chase's conversations quite often and it turned out she was quite fun to hang out with. We reached our destination with more chatting on the way, and started drinking. We had more than a dozen beers to share between the four of us, conveniently kept cool by my trusty insulated cooler box I always carried in the trunk of my car. With that, one beer became two, and then three, as time passed while we got drunk and had all sort of fun chats. Marla still wasn't fully warmed up to us, but with the help from the alcohol, it didn't take too long for the three of us to talk like we were best buddies. About an hour in, I had to pee, so I did what me an my friends usually did when we had to pee. "Hey guys, I gotta pee real quick. I'll be right there." I gestured towards the bushes about fifty meters from where we were. I was never one to be shy about my need to pee, and could pee just about anywhere with minimal privacy—and neither was Chase. "Alright bro, take care. I gotta go too; I'll go when you come back," Chase replied as I made my way towards the bushes. On my way there, I thought of something that probably should have crossed my mind before we even came here. Whenever me and the boys came here to drink and had to pee (which was often due to our preferred drink of choice being beer), we would just go behind a bush and get it done; but we'd never had a girl with us here before; what would Marla do if she had to go? We were at a relatively secluded area; the nearest bathroom was well outside walking distance. Would she ever use the bushes? It was still early and it wasn't all dark, what if someone walked in on her? It was different for a girl to just pop a squat after all, right? I went back to the car to see Marla and Chase start with their third beers, while I thought for another solution to what was inevitably to happen to Marla; an urge to pee. "Hoo boy, I better go empty out too..." Chase paused his conversation with Marla and made his way to the bushes. "...beer goes riiiight through me, I swear it doesn't even stop at my tummy." At this point, we were all slowly starting to get drunk. In the next thirty minutes, the three of us had finished our third beers and also learned a lot about Marla through our conversations. Though as we drank, I was starting to notice me and Chase were getting more chatty and relaxed as we usually did, but Marla was only getting more and more silent. Her contibutions were a few words at best, and sometimes only in the form of a forced smile. She had also started to stand with her legs crossed, leaning against the car. Chase was either too drunk or too uninterested to notice anything, but me being me, I was almost certain Marla had to pee by now. I mean, all of us were drinking at roughly the same pace, and me and Chase already had to go pee once—I was even starting to need to go again. Rather remarkably, Marla looked relatively composed thus far. That didn't last too long though. Not long after, Marla stopped standing and instead opted to pace back and forth while she continued to try and keep up the conversation. She had also put her jacket back on, as it was getting rather cold as the evening progressed—can't imagine that was helping her either. I debated whether or not to say anything, but I couldn't just ask "Hey, are you bursting to pee?" to a girl I didn't know quite that well either. Marla continued pacing for a while, while all three of us finished our third beers. "Another one, guys?" I asked looking at the two. "Sure bro, why not," Chase replied, always ready for one more drink. "Gotta pee reeeal bad again though, be right back. Gonna give those trees a gooooood ol' waterin'." He once again went to visit the bushes. "Sorry about that," I apologized to Marla for my friend's directness. "I swear he's normally quite the gentleman." "No worries," Marla forced a smile as she stopped pacing and bobbed up and down a few times. "Are you alright, Marla?" I asked her. "Are you cold? It can be a bit breezy here at this time, maybe we shoulda warned you..." "No, I'm alright, thank you," she replied, but averted her gaze. "Nevermind that, let's down those last three beers, shall we?" I was very impressed at the fact that Marla herself offered to load yet another beer into her bladder while the first three continued to rapidly fill her up. Though it also could have been that she wanted us to finish drinking so we could go find her a proper bathroom to empty herself. As she handed me my fourth beer and grabbed her own, I saw her about to say something, then hesitate for a few seconds, before eventually deciding to do so anyway. "Hey Ocean, I know it's a stupid question since you guys have been using the bushes over there, but..." Marla once again averted her gaze. "Is there... Is there any chance there's a restroom around here?" Well, it was about time she asked. You could see the struggle she was putting up to stand still from her face as she waited for an answer, clinging to the hope that by some miracle my answer would be yes. "Oh... Umm... Not that I know of. All we're surrounded by here is a few apartments, a park, a few cars, trees and bushes. That's actually why we often come here to drink; it's peaceful, but not super deserted. A few people still pass by every now and then." Marla's face fell visibly. I continued. "Do you... do you have to go too? If it's bad, we could go fin—" "Oh no no, I'm quite alright, really," Marla lied, despite starting to look visibly desperate from the outside. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the fun. Come on, let's drink up." Marla cracked open her beer, as did I, and we both took a few sips. "I'm gonna go check on Chase, he should have been back by now," I told Marla after a few minutes, and made my way towards the bushes. "Okay." Halfway to there, I realized I had forgotten my phone in the car. When I turned my head to look back, I saw Marla openly grab her crotch with one hand and break into a pee dance all the while still drinking her beer, trying to get through it as fast as possible so we could call it a night and she would have no trouble asking us to drop her off at a bathroom. I decided not to go back to the car; it was clear Marla really needed some privacy to grab and pee dance her urge away. I found Chase a few meters away from the bushes talking to someone on the phone, so I took the chance to relieve myself while I had the chance. I was once again impressed by how the two guys in the group had to go twice already and Marla had not even relieved herself once. Me and Chase went back to the car; I made sure to say something to Chase loudly before we arrived, so Marla would hear us coming and not get caught pee dancing. She did make an effort to conceal it, but I think now Marla was past the point of being able to stand still; instead leaning against the car and wriggling her legs back and forth. She was also finished with her fourth can of beer much quicker than us two, all that liquid (amplified by the diuretic effect of alcohol) rapidly making its way down to fill her bladder at an exorbitant rate. "Hey Marla, sorry for the wait," Chase grabbed his fourth can of beer. "Now, where were we..." Marla did not answer. She was clearly in a very desperate state by now, her focus mostly shifted to keeping the contents of her bladder locked in. Her hands were dying to tightly grab her crotch and not let go, but now with us two watching, they could only go as close as her inner thighs, which were pressed tightly together with the disguise of heating them up. Me and Chase kept chatting while Marla could only spare enough concentration for a few smiles and nods, the rest of her focus directed solely on her urge. The pressure of having to stop herself from not only wetting herself, but also showing any indication that she was bursting had to be incredible, considering she wasn't even sitting down. Yet even still, Marla did not even make any open remarks whatsoever about her need; nevermind asking us to take her to a toilet. Instead, she repositioned herself to be sitting on the trunk of the car in a way that her butt was pressed against the top part of the bumper, where the trunk begins—a move she hoped would at least somewhat alleviate her immense urge to grab herself in front of the two boys. But the nature's call eventually got louder and louder, until she now had to cross and uncross her legs and wiggle her butt while pressing her private parts deeper into where she was sitting. Despite her best efforts to hide them, small groans and sighs increasingly frequently kept escaping her. Part of me—as always—was dying to see just how desperate she would have to be to either dash off to the bushes, or at least ask us to find her a restroom, but I was also worried she would be too shy to do so until it was too late. I decided to step in. "Is it just me or is anybody else getting a bit too tired and cold? " I asked looking mainly at Chase and pointing at the still more than half-full can in his hand. "Come on Chase, chug up the rest of it and let's go." Marla's eyes brightened at the mention of calling it a night, believing her discomfort to be nearing its end. "I... I'm going in the car to pack up my stuff then..." Marla cut in before Chase could reply, and without even waiting for us to respond, rushing in to the back seat. I saw her sit down, but couldn't see much else from the back window. "What's her rush?" Chase remarked, somehow seemingly oblivious to Marla's desperate struggle. Was she that good at hiding her desperation, or was I just better at picking up signs of it than the average person? Either way, I played dumb. "Not sure man, but we really should call it a night; we still gotta drive her and ourselves back home," I replied. "You good to drive?" "Yeah, no problem bro," Chase lifted up his still full can of beer and threw it in the bin next to the car. "I'm probably the least drunk of all of us." Chase took the driver seat, while I sat next to him at the front and Marla alone at the back. Though I did see Marla's absolutely frantic pee dance while walking past the back window; with her hands firmly grasped at her crotch, squirming erratically with her head down. She jolted up and stopped moving as she heard the door open, moving her hands to her sides to grab on the edge of the seat instead. Her head was still down, with an immense strain visible on her face. "You alright Marla?" I looked back to check on her as Chase started the car and drove off. "Do you feel sick or something?" "Nope, I'm great, no worries..." "Alright, just checking..." I was going to leave it at that to let her focus on her efforts, but after just a few seconds, I heard Marla's trembling voice from the back once again. "Umm... Chase..." "Yeah Marla, what's up?" Chase briefly glanced at her from the rear view mirror and thankfully for her, quickly put his eyes back on the road. "Is there any... uhh... Is there any chance we could stop by a gas station or something on the way..?" I turned my head once again to look at her. She was no longer able to maintain that composure she did a while ago; the once barely noticable squirming of her legs now had amplified to a sitting pee dance; not stopping for even a moment, lest her exhausted sphincter muscles would threaten to completely give in. The same Marla who frequently averted her gaze out of shame and discomfort back then was now looking directly into my eyes, perhaps silently pleading that I understand the gravity of her situation and somehow do something before the inevitable happened. "Whatsup Marla, you need somethin'? If you're feelin' dizzy, I got some water right here." Chase replied. "If you hydrate well, you'll feel better in the mornin' too, y'know." Chase grabbed the half-full bottle of water from the cup holder and waved it towards Marla. The sudden sloshing sound certainly did not help her, as I saw her body jolt up in the corner of my eye and her right and darting towards her crotch—but I couldn't have seen if she actually grabbed herself without directly looking back. "N-no, thank you, I just... I..." Noticing—and also getting surprised by—how her shyness was still getting in the way of admitting her need despite almost on the verge of wetting herself, I stepped in once again. "You know Chase, let's go find a gas station, I gotta pee real bad." "C'mon man, we're almost at your place, can't you hold it for a bit more?" Chase protested. I looked back at Marla on the rear view mirror, and our eyes met once again. She must have figured out that I was trying to cover for her, and that I was asking Marla what Chase supposedly asked me—whether she could wait until we got to her house. I didn't need a yes or no. Even though she still stayed silent, one glance at her made me realize she was on the verge of exploding. Keeping up an appearance was no longer the first priority; as no matter how embarrassing her frantic pee dance and tight crotch grabbing was, we both knew releasing two whole liters of beer worth of pee on the back of a new friend's car in front of two boys was much more embarrassing. And if she didn't want that to happen, she had to use every ounce of her strength available. "I'm gonna pee myself if you don't find a gas station in the next ten minutes." I told Chase and did a fake pee dance in my seat. "And we could grab a few snacks too, what do you say?" "Alright, alright..." Chase sighed. "But you're payin' for the snacks." "Fine... If you can find one in ten minutes, I will." "Hah, you're on," Chase replied, all amped up and completely oblivious to the real reason I was rushing him. With that, Chase took a right turn away from the main road to the nearest gas station, while poor Marla kept up her fierce battle against the pressing call of nature. It seemed bad. Marla was moving around so frantically that you could feel the car shake when we stopped at red lights. Her shaky breathing and groans could be heard even among the noise of the car engines if you were listening for them. I was beginning to doubt she could wait another ten minutes, and by her panicked expression, I assumed so was she. Would she really not say anything even if she was truly at the end of her tether? Would her embarrassment over admitting her need (which both me and Chase would agree would be more than natural to have after all that beer) really overcome her extreme urge to pee? Right as I was thinking that, Marla finally gave in. "Umm... Chase... You need to pull over somewhere..." Her voice was no less than absolutely frantic, almost to the point of begging. "You 'kay Marla?" Chase asked, now noticing Marla's predicament after another glance at the rear view mirror. "We're almost there if—" "Please... you HAVE TO pull over NOW..." "Woah... Alright, alright, just give me two minutes to—" "No... I can't... please..." Almost on the verge of tears now, Marla unbuttoned her jeans with one hand, while the other stayed firmly glued to her crotch, pressing as hard as she could on her peehole. "I think she's serious mate..." I warned Chase as poor Marla fought against the passing seconds. Chase slowed the car down. To both me and Chase's surprise, without a care, Marla yanked down her already unbuttoned jeans down to her knees without even waiting for the car to stop, revealing her white and pink polka dot panties. Both her hands were tucked into the waistline of her panties; shaking, getting ready to pull them down as soon as she could. The moment the car stopped, Marla opened the door with one hand and frantically yanked down her panties with the other while taking a half-squatting position just outside the car. Almost immediately, a thunderous splashing sound, not unlike the one from a garden hose plugged with a finger, echoed on the side of the road. I could have sworn the force from the torrent of pee Marla had been barely containing felt like it could put a dent on the road, while it splashed everywhere including Marla's exhausted bare legs, her jeans and panties, and some on the side of the car. I wasn't looking directly at her, and neither was Chase (he was looking at me, rather dumbfounded), but I could see pretty much everything from the right side mirror. My sense of time has never been very accurate, but I could have sworn that forceful stream gushing out of Marla must have at least lasted a minute before slowing down; eventually turning into a steady stream, and then a trickle, before it finally stopped after what felt like an eternity, leaving an exhausted Marla gasping and sighing in immense relief, and me and Chase in awe. Neither of us knew what to say as Marla took a deep breath of relief, then pulled her underwear and pants back up and got back in the car. "Guys... I'm really sorry, I..." Marla mumbled, her face bright red from exhaution and embarrasment. "Hey, don't worry 'bout it Marla. Stuff happens... right Ocean?" Chase replied, hinting at me to help him comfort her. "Yeah, I mean... It's a normal bodily function after all, right?" I continued with a smile, trying to lighten the mood to the best of my abilities. "Could have happened to any of us." "I... I thought I would be fine until I got home at least, but..." Marla seemed to have relaxed a little. I continued. "No worries; if anything, it's our fault for not thinking it through and finding a place with a restroom nearby..." "Yeah, sorry 'bout that..." Chase added. We kept driving in silence, arriving in front of Marla's house. "Ocean, Chase; thank you guys for... umm..." Marla's face blushed once again. "...for being cool about it..." She gave us a final wave and headed towards her front door. "Hey Marla," I called after her and put on a smile. She turned around. "Same time next week..?" Marla smiled back. "Sure, but..." "No worries," Chase answered and looked at me. I continued his sentence. "We'll make sure there's a restroom nearby this time." Marla smiled once again and nodded. We waited for her to enter her house and drove ourselves home, dreaming of a good night's sleep after such an eventful day. The End
    34 points
  8. Thought somebody would like this one. Girl wetting her jeans and enjoying herself. There is some nudity I put on my jeans to piss in them.mp4
    32 points
  9. Nudity warning! These were made sometime this week, I know unclothed peeing or wetting isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but for those that enjoy more stuff like this, here you go! I usually get very aroused due to peeing myself, so it’s just a deadly combination lol IMG_7076.mov IMG_7184.mov
    32 points
  10. So it’s like 20 degrees(F) outside and I figured why not pee in my other pair of jeans? I had to go outside in shorts with a bag containing my jeans to change into. Then changed back into shorts outside so I wasn’t going back in my house with soaked jeans 😊 IMG_7317.mov
    32 points
  11. one of the cutest amateur i have seen CUTE GIRL PEES PANTS IN THE BATH.mp4
    31 points
  12. Howdy y'all. Haven't posted in a while, so here goes. My school has an entire dorm building that is out of commission. I figured out a way to get in, and after wandering inside the place as my natural explorer self tends to do, and making sure there wasn't anyone else inside, I decided apart from the dead bugs this would be an awesome place to do a hold. So a few days later, I did my normal morning routine, and then made my way to the abandoned building. Once inside, i stripped down to a bikini, as it was so hot inside it felt almost like a beach (just how I like it 😋). Then I pretended that the empty dorm next to the women's bathroom was mine, and pretended to be "waking up" desperate to pee, then running to the bathroom door and pretending it was locked, danced around at the door, and then went to a nearby also-empty dorm room and pretended to be "visiting" a friend and hanging out with them while i waited for the bathroom to "open". The dorm had a mirror built in and i spent a while looking at myself dancing around, grabbing my pussy through my bikini bottoms, and then pretending to be doing makeup or something while ignoring my need to pee 🙂. Then I got on the bed and pretended to be "having sex" in my desperate state (which was actually just masturbation ofc, lol), mostly edging but making sure not to climax as that would ruin my ability to hold. Next, I pretended that the friend "took me out" to a "party" in the dorm common area, where I would pretend to be talking with people while "drinking wine" (not actually drinking anything, as I was pleasantly full and I did not want to end that equilibrium), and pee dancing while doing so. Then I pretended to be actually hula-dancing in the center, as i felt tropical due to the temperature and my outfit, savoring every moment of my bladder's desperate throbs and my pussy's needful pulsating as I jarred and shook my body and my urethra and g-spot with it. After that, I decided to go on a loop around the building, pretending to be trying every single women's bathroom there was on this floor and also the above floors in the "hope" that just one would be accessible, but each and every one having a different scenario keeping me from using them (a long line, occupied, closed for cleaning, etc). After the last bathroom, I stopped for a while in the hallway and moaned with both struggle and pleasure, and pretended to be thinking "why is there no place for a woman to relieve herself?" while grabbing myself, crossing my legs, marching in place, bending over, etc. My clit bursted with need from all the stimulation from my bladder, so I rubbed myself constantly and pleasantly. I did that for the entire rest of the day, dancing around, holding myself, being a desperate student in her dorm, and enjoying every minute of it. Until it got dark and I got paranoid about safety, and it had already been around 9 hours so I decided to more intensely rub myself while watching Truth or Cosmoquences (the episode where TT really has to pee and is constantly denied the bathroom! so hot, I wish that would happen to me!) until I climaxed. Then I released, feeling an entire day's worth of hot pee run down my legs and my bare feet onto the carpet. My pussy still quivered from all that consistent stimulation, and my g-spot was so sensitive I felt like I could orgasm 20 more times in a row even though I had just done so. I left the building that night feeling so satisfied. After dinner, I went back and fantasized about all I had just put myself through, and climaxed again before spending the rest of the night studying. I spent the night dreaming about the next time I could enjoy a wonderful hold in there. But unfortunately, I later discovered the entrance had been sealed. So no more adventures there sadly 😞
    31 points
  13. VK find. No idea who it is. Trying_to_Hold_It_1_-_ThisVid.com.mp4 [240768173_456239068].mp4
    30 points
  14. VK find 憋到极限失禁 [816479525_456239018].mp4
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  15. Tonight, I couldn't help myself. I'm laying in bed next to my husband and while he's sound asleep, I can't sleep. A thought popped up my head, I could sleep better if my panties were a little wet. I had gone to the bathroom before climbing into bed, so I really didn't think I had much left in me. I let a little squirt out and instantly I feel my panties get wet. Oh, how I love the feeling. Well that's where I become naughty. I grab a sweatshirt off the floor and ball it up and shove it between my legs. I emptied my bladder into the sweatshirt slowly, squirt by squirt. I'm pretty proud I didn't get the bed wet. Now, I can sleep since I'm wearing wet panties.
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  16. I had the chance to sleep padded again, and it's safe to say that I made use of my diaper while I was asleep. I have the day off today, and the house to myself! So as soon as I got home from work last night, I had a heavier edible, a few wine coolers, and padded up in a megamax. My edible kicked in, and I started alternating between drinking water and some tea while watching a movie. I think the caffeine from the tea pushed me over a little bit because I was shivering and feeling my bladder spasm by the time I went to bed! I couldn't feel that tingle as I usually would, but I knew my bladder was aching. I put on a hypnosis audio, covered my eyes. I was sprawled out on my back, letting my fingers and toes tingle. I was half asleep while the audio played in my ears and I could feel my muscles start to spasm until it was just a constant tingle. I couldn't feel my physical body very well, and I wasn't sure if I was getting or not. I fell asleep before my audio even got to the trance 😔 Aaaand I woke up to a cold, heavy diaper around 6:30am. I could feel that the very bottom of my diaper was a bit wet, but my stomach still felt sore. I was still incredibly high, and I just rolled over and fell back to sleep. I woke up the second time at 8am and my diaper was saturated. The front of my padding was still warm, and I couldn't believe it didnt leak. I took a chance when I didn't put my plastic pants on 🫠 I'm changing now into my cloth diaper for the rest of the day and tonight. I'm not sure that I'll be able to hold because I've been leaking all morning 🥺 I might end up with a mess tomorrow morning 😉
    28 points
  17. Okay so this time I decided to hold my pee for a while and then finally go to the bathroom, I managed to hold it for at least 4 or 5 hours or so and when I finally felt like it I went to the bathroom and started to record myself peeing ehehe Well I hope you guys like it as well! See ya soon!! ;)) 20240227_202730.mp4
    27 points
  18. Found on VK. No idea who she is... teen_pee_panties.mp4 [585135881_456239908].mp4
    26 points
  19. i’m fortunate enough to have a partner that’s into pee enough to indulge my fantasies. they’re always telling me when they’re desperate, always letting me listen to them piss (literally never thought i would be into that but here i am), and (when i’m ready) they say they’re down to involve it in the bedroom and it literally drives me insane how amazing they are. cut to today, i’m feeling extra horny and decide to have a little fun and tell them. normally i’m pretty quiet about when i’m doing piss stuff but today i let them know i was going to leave work without using the bathroom like i normally do. i get pretty desperate at the end of work because that’s when i get motivated to actually hydrate, so i figured considering that and the fact that i had no time to go and was already feeling pretty desperate, it was the perfect time to fuck around and make myself really really desperate. (and this story takes a slight detour where i describe /another/ time i got super desperate at home because i was thinking about it today.) so i left work at a good 60%, with a full bottle of water. my commute can take up to 2 hours depending on how traffic decides to flow so i’m going in fully prepared to sit there desperate for that long. when i sat down in my car i really started to feel it weigh on me and honestly it made me so excited. i was wearing black leggings and a black thong so i was ready and fully prepared to piss my pants if it was needed. first hour in i drink about half of my water bottle. i’m stuck in the middle of traffic and honestly, got an adrenaline rush from it. at the same time, i’m thinking about the last time that i got desperate — i was in my room and i woke up in the middle of the night with the biggest urge to piss i’ve ever felt in my life. i could barely climb out of bed before i was sprinting to my door and i stopped because i could already feel myself pissing through my panties. i was crossing my legs, trying to keep it together but i could feel it running down my legs so i gave up on the door and hobbled over to my garbage can, pressing my thighs together and trying to change the garbage bag so i could put a new one in so i could you know, PISS in it. mind you i finally managed to stop it from flowing out of my panties. they were soaking wet — i remember the way it stuck to my pussy. anyway, i changed the bag successfully, and i guess my brain decided it was time to lose control again and then i was pissing once more. didn’t even bother pulling my panties down and turned around and pissed directly into my garbage can. even though i leaked all over the carpet i managed to still piss a decent amount which was honestly kind of incredible. the only saving grace in my mind was that i knew it was all water. anyway, sidetrack aside — at hour 2, almost home, i’m starting to really feel it. i know when i get up it’s gonna readjust and i’m gonna be fucked, basically. so i pull into my garage, ready to probably let go on the ground there, and lo and behold, my mother is there. and she wants to /talk/ too. so there goes that idea. cue me talking to her for 15 minutes, subtly potty-dancing in my large coat. if she wasn’t looking i’d be grabbing my crotch at this point because i can feel the liquid right at the very start of my hole starting to leak out. and as good as it feels, i was not going to be pissing myself in front of her again (see my other post for that). eventually she stops talking to me and i have time to fill up my water bottle and go upstairs and start my shower. my earlier desperation had faded so i decided to play my favorite game—shower while desperate to piss. all the water all over makes it so hard not to let go, so i knew it was perfect to get me back into that mode. i started to take my clothes off and immediately felt myself switch from ‘holding it’ to ‘barely holding it’ in 3 whole seconds. pee leaking out of my pussy as i try to take my pants off barely, basically soiling my underwear before peeling them off and hopping in the shower. the whole thing was torturous, really, but i didn’t pee. just bounced from one leg to the other until i finished and hopped out. a wave of desperation hit me and i clutched myself, searching for my soiled underwear and peeling them off with full intention of pissing through them in a last minute attempt but, nothing happened. so i drink some more water, and leave the shower. because clearly, i’m not there yet. fast forward to after i hobble into my room and manage to lock the door, i didn’t last much longer. right at the door, i started to leak in my panties like no one’s business. i started grabbing at myself trying to figure out whether to piss here or on the bathroom floor, i decided to get funky and piss in this empty vase in my room. or, i made it empty, it had flowers from people at work but i decided to toss them in something else and piss in the empty vase instead, all while pissing myself throughout the process. i have learned that once i start, its pretty hard for me to stop. so i hovered over the base and pissed through my panties inside. god, it felt so good. an entire half day’s worth off piss made it in there, minus whatever leaked on the floor at the end. i plan on telling my partner everything but had to write it out first. anyway, clearly i’m in a rare mood today. i hope you all enjoyed a bit of it 🙂
    26 points
  20. From my last hold with @Mr.Floof I leaked a bit already through my shorts before recording this, and I was still attempting to hold back but eventually couldn’t anymore ! IMG_7279.mov
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  21. so this was from earlier, maybe 5 hours ago? not sure, hehe but I hope it’s enjoyed! I certainly enjoyed. I had at-least 1,200 mL of water, and 500 mL of that was sparkling water. I really had to go and was pretty squirmy, so I figured I would go in the tub with this new position that I discovered I enjoy and see how long I could try to squeeze it in. I didn’t last obviously lol I had to be quiet as there was company over, and too much background noise so the video was muted and has no sound. Sorry about that! Next ones should have sound 😊 IMG_7207.mov
    26 points
  22. Magenta Mash - I Beg you to let me Pee until i Piss myself.mp4
    25 points
  23. 40935738-cbc5-4341-ae36-5e1fff93d32c.mp4
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  24. Today was a rainy grey day. Not a good day for taking a nice long walk. Or maybe it actually was the perfect day for that? Why not take the opportunity to wear one of those favourite omo jeans that are not black, and a rain coat going down to just above my knees, and play a new little game. I decided to go out on an empty but rapidly filling post breakfast bladder, after having chugged a lot of water. Then I put a timer every 10 minutes. Every time the alarm went off I would have to stop right there and fully relax my bladder while picking up my phone to set next alarm. I was surprised to feel a slight need to pee already as I left. First alarm got off on the main street in my village. I relaxed and let out a spurt, but nothing that really showed. Good, because I met two dog walkers soon after. 10.minutes later I was just next to a big parking lot when the alarm went off. Could have chosen a better place. But I did as planned. Much more came out than I had thought. I felt the heat spreading down below my knees, looked down and saw some big dark patches appear on the front of my calves. The long underwear I had under my jeans made the pee soak through the jeans in an unusual pattern though. As I kept walking on the bridge across the highway I felt great and my jeans looked fantastic, but I still wondered if this was really such a good idea... But I'd soon be in the woods and hopefully not meet much people in there. Wetting 3 happened on a gravel road. Now my kidneys were working fast. A big splash of pee soaked my jeans and started to run into my shoes. But it didn't rain much, there were still too many dry parts on my pants and right now it was pretty obvious what had happened here. I told myself to just act like nothing if someone came. No big deal. There wasn't a single soul out in the woods. I would soon be among houses again on streets heading back to the village. Alarm 4 went off. Another long amazing pee stream. Now I was so soaked in the front, my wetting was almost fully camoflauged. The back was a bit worse though... I passed by one guy in this state but he was busy working with something on the side of the road. After one wetting in the street I took another turn into the woods. I still had a lot of pee in my bladder (drank more water along the way)and next wetting created big lakes in my shoes. I took another photo from behind and realised I was now soaked all way around. I had peed away all traces of my wetting and could walk home in full confidence nobody would have a clue, so I prolonged the walk to have the chance to wet a couple of more times.
    23 points
  25. After an evening workout I came home with a very full bladder (you know, hydration is key 😉), and I just couldn’t resist the temptation to wet. vcompress_72.mov
    23 points
  26. anyone knows her name Sexy teen shitting panties - ThisVidcom.mp4
    23 points
  27. VK Coming Home Desperate [248598512_456239033].mp4
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  28. I loved the position I was in on my last post, so I did that again! and this video has sound in it now, yay! Story behind this is just the usual, drank a lot of water and was trying to hold in what I could once I got in the tub. But it felt so good to let go! I apologize though for the bathroom white noise in my videos, it’s just a fan I turn on to prevent me from being caught due to any noise 😊 I hope you guys are enjoying like I’ve been, I’m hooked to this it seems 😅☺️ IMG_7232.mov
    23 points
  29. VK. She's cute Really cute girl wets white leggins and panties [645247649_456239071].mp4
    22 points
  30. Vid 20240304 213643817.mp4 I didn't think I'd get any attraction to my first post.. I did this several hours ago as of me posting now. sending this as thanks! Dunno why the bottom of the video is like that.. My file is fine outside here.
    22 points
  31. Found on VK. No idea of the ID Video by Anna Martínez [384953025_456239017].mp4
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  32. VK find. Probably not new, but new to me at least... SNUPPA JEANS DESPERATION WALK [293877870_171114556].mp4
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  33. this is just from holding overnight, so it wasn’t a lot but it still felt like a good start to the day! IMG_7091.mov
    22 points
  34. Hi everyone, I'm a student from China, and I recently discovered this forum. I'm really grateful for everyone sharing their experiences with incontinence. Although my English is not perfect, I've decided to share some of my experiences, mainly about my mom. She introduced me to this topic, even though she isn't a fan herself. Let me introduce her first: My mom is a beautiful, open-minded Chinese woman, a manager at a real estate company. She's not exactly an enthusiast for holding urine, but she does have a habit of drinking a lot of water and holding her urine until she really needs to go. This habit started when I was a child and often led to her feeling desperate and embarrassed. I'll record one experience that left a deep impression on me. A few years ago, during the Spring Festival, my mom drove me and my cousin back to our hometown, a custom in China where everyone stops their work and returns to their hometown with their children to celebrate the New Year with relatives and friends. That year, since my dad had already gone back, my mom was responsible for driving me and my cousin. The journey wasn't very long, about a 3-hour drive, but traffic jams during the Spring Festival could extend this to 5 or 6 hours. Before we left in the morning, the three of us had breakfast at a restaurant, each drinking a glass of milk. Then my mom filled a thermos (about 700ml of water) and bought three bottles of mineral water, keeping one for herself. To avoid feeling sleepy, she also got a large latte from Starbucks and drank it as we set off. My mom drank quickly, finishing the latte in about half an hour and then started on the water from the thermos. I'm not sure when she finished it because I fell asleep, but when I woke up an hour later, she had already drunk part of her mineral water. After waking, my cousin and I quickly finished our water and chatted, though I don't remember the details. About two hours into the trip, we got stuck in a traffic jam, which we had anticipated, expecting the 3-hour journey to take over 4 hours. After another hour, we all felt the need to urinate, especially my mom, who was shifting in her seat and crossing her legs. We passed a service area but couldn't enter due to the heavy traffic and had to continue on. I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, 4 hours had passed since we left, and we were still crawling along the highway. By then, my mom was desperately holding herself with one hand while driving with the other. She quickly removed her hand when she noticed me looking. I asked if she could relieve herself by the roadside, but she declined, not wanting to be seen urinating by the busy highway. After about half an hour, the traffic finally eased, but my mom's urgency didn't. She began to moan softly, her face flushed, indicating she was at her limit. Another half hour later, we exited the highway, and my mom was desperate, holding the steering wheel while secretly pressing her crotch, trying to block the flow of urine with her hand to avoid wetting her outer pants and being noticed. Ten minutes later, we arrived at our destination. As she got out of the car, I noticed a wet spot on her crotch, visible in the photo I took. Without an elevator in the building, climbing the stairs was challenging for her, but she managed to make it without losing control completely. Once upstairs, she twisted and turned, waiting for someone to open the door. When it opened, she rushed to the bathroom without taking off her boots, followed by my cousin, who was unaware of my mom's distress. I suggested my cousin let my mom go first, but my mom, always caring for the younger ones, refused, even though she was on the verge of incontinence. But my mom overestimated her bladder control. As soon as she reached the bathroom door, urine streamed down her legs. She tried to cover it up in front of the family, luckily the urine probably went into her boots. She seemed to control the flow momentarily, but when the sound of water from the toilet reached her, her urge peaked, and despite her efforts, urine continued to leak out. After a minute of continuous urination and moaning, there was a large puddle on the floor. My mom then awkwardly smiled at her surprised family, removed her boots, and went to clean herself.
    21 points
  35. i think she wet herself laughing too much, the video begging with the shorts already wet SE TIENTA Y SE LE ESCAPA EL PIS EN LA VEREDA.mp4
    21 points
  36. Redhead Pissing in Jeans - Pornhub.com.mp4
    21 points
  37. Biku's art

    When you’re so full that you can’t help but hog the restroom
    21 points
  38. MDH vid. For the non-German speaking people: Gummistiefel are wellies. For the non-Brits: Wellies are rubber boots. Girl pee - ThisVid.com [645247649_456239386].mp4
    21 points
  39. I really wanted to try to wet without being aware of it while sleeping and in the past Ive tried out a lot of things like drinking a lot of water before bed, not using the potty, even the silly hand in water thing, but the closest I ever came to that before was in my other post a while ago where I woke up starting to pee. I was awake for all of it, and it was kind of cheating to say that that worked because there was a big truck that was rumbling my whole room from outside my bedroom which I think made it easier. But wither way I always wished I had an accident I couldn't stop. Ive tried all sorts of things in the past but my un-potty training hadn't been so successful, when I drink lots of water I wake up needing to pee and can't fall asleep if I do it too early, nor can I fall back asleep if I wake up. Ive tried warm milk before but it didn't change anything besides making me sleepy and my pee smelly 😏 and Ive tried peeing when I need to go in my pullup in bed for months but it's never trained me to do it automatically. Anyway cut to last night where I tried drinking a lot of water, drinking a hot coco before bed, and going to bed really tired while listening to pee sounds on loop all night.... and..... I finally did it 🙂 I woke up a few times during the night because I had to swap my headphones and I was excited to see what would happen, and the first time I woke up, I didn't feel anything in the goodnite but I checked the bottom and it was a tiny bit wet, I think I dribbled out a little, I woke up a few more times and it kept getting a bit bigger and a bit wetter every time I checked and then I went back to sleep the final time and when I woke up I was soaked. My bed mat was wet and my goodnite was very full, or at least the middle and back of it was. I was so thrilled waking up to a (somewhat) genuine accident and I had to share it. :)))) I took some pictures too, but theyre more just me happily standing over my good work, not really any close ups or anything. 💕 If anyone has any tips that I haven't tried Id love to hear them! Also, so sorry about the colours on all my pics, my lighting is mostly a window covered by a red curtain so it makes everything pink/red
    21 points
  40. Biku's art

    Moments before disaster
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  42. So I’m very sleepy and when I’m sleepy, holding gets very difficult for me and .. then I released lol ill be doing another hold tomorrow earlier on the day I think! I hope this was enjoyed even though for me it felt a little short haha IMG_7551.mov
    20 points
  43. Found on VK. Slightly chubby Asian looking girl. Might be native American though. No idea who she is. (no body shaming, I like slightly chubby girls). One in jeans, one in leggings. BOYFxGIRLF - OnlyFans - 001.mp4 [747483208_456239049].mp4 BOYFxGIRLF - OnlyFans - 003.mp4 [747483208_456239050].mp4
    20 points
  44. This is a story I wrote several months back and have been sitting on since, but I’ve decided to go ahead and post it now. The inspiration for this came mainly from my love of ladies in uniform along with my interest of desperation in historical times; as such, this story is written in the perspective of a former military woman sharing an experience from her past. Quick author’s note: this story takes place in the 1940s, a time period and a setting that I have very little knowledge and experience in. While I did my best to do some preliminary research to establish as much accuracy as I could, please bear in mind that I’m no historian, so there are likely some historical inaccuracies present. Ultimately, the main point of the story is obviously the omo aspect, so that was my primary focus. On that note, please enjoy! The Tale of an ATS Officer: A Long Transport When I think back to my days in the service, I can still remember the hardships and difficulties that I had to face, many of which, I believe, shaped me into the woman I am today. There are several that jump to mind, whether it’s the struggle of living away from home for the first time, or the constant looming worry that stems from being stationed at a place of conflict. But there were many smaller hardships, many that I personally endured, that often don’t get mentioned, though I believe those are equally important in conveying the true reality of what life was like for a young and inexperienced military woman in those days, such as myself. The story I’m about to share here today is an example of such that took place during my time in the Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS) — a time when a seemingly ordinary event turned into a rather bizarre predicament, one that nearly caused me to experience the greatest humiliation of my life. Looking back after all these years, I must admit the whole thing was actually quite humorous, and this little anecdote is sure to give you, dear reader, quite the laugh — though I can assure you it was anything but amusing at the time! When this took place, in the year 1942 (I had just turned 30), I was posted in the Middle East at a camp in Egypt, doing my duties there as an intelligence officer. Much of my job involved handling classified military information and relaying it to various superior officers as necessary; it was often demanding at times, but I welcomed the hard work, and I found it to be very fulfilling. On this particular day, I was given the task of carrying a set of reports up north to a camp located about 3 hours away by car. Initially, I was meant to travel up alone, driven up by one of the girls in the camp who’d been trained as a driver. However, two area commanders had chosen that same day to run barracks inspections in all the camps in the vicinity, and it so happened that they were both headed to the same camp that I was. So it was quickly decided that I would simply accompany them on their journey rather than wasting fuel for me to drive up separately. The trip would, however, take longer since the commanders planned to make a couple stops at some smaller camps along the way. I was not bothered by this, however, and was more than happy to travel with them. The two men arrived early that morning to go through the inspections, during which time I quickly got myself ready for the journey. I donned the usual ATS uniform, consisting of an all-khaki ensemble of a shirt, jacket, and skirt with brown shoes. Even our stockings and underwear were the same beige color! It was all rather drab and monotonous in my eyes, though we hardly had any other options. With my uniform in place, I went to the office to pick up the all-important package: a box sealed tight containing the reports that were to be transferred. With it in hand, I made my way to one last stop before I set off on the journey: the mess hall. With summertime rapidly approaching, the heat was growing worse with each day; even the mornings were becoming unbearable. Such was the case that day, and I stepped into the mess hall with quite a thirst and a hankering for some cold water to cool myself off. Hoping to keep myself well hydrated for the long journey, I gulped down several cups of water and even filled up my large steel bottle to the brim which I planned to bring with me. Soon afterwards, I met with the commanders, who introduced themselves as well as their driver, Carol, a young woman from a different camp who’d be driving us the whole way. I certainly didn’t envy her job — it was a long trip there and back, over six whole hours of driving which she had to manage on her own! Nevertheless, she did not seem too perturbed and happily got on with it as we set off from the camp, sitting alone at the front while I sat in the back seat between the two commanders, making conversation as we went along. Unfortunately, the heat was making things quite uncomfortable in the cramped area, and my thick uniform vest was certainly not doing anything to help. I found myself sipping continuously from my bottle as we went; I’d thought a liter of water would be adequate for the whole trip, but after just half an hour, it was nearly all gone! I silently cursed to myself, knowing I shouldn’t have finished it all so early. Little did I know, however, that my true predicament was only just beginning: it was right around then that I began feeling that all too familiar sensation down below — the dreaded call of nature. I immediately realized what a foolish mistake I’d made: to drink so much water right before an hours-long trip with no guarantee of women’s lavatory facilities along the way…oh dear, what had I been thinking? But alas, it was all too late now. Our next stop was due to be a storage facility about an hour away, and I simply had to hope I could find suitable accommodations there. The drive was fairly uneventful, and the two gentlemen beside me proved to be pleasant company, though I was getting increasingly distracted from the conversation by my personal need, which grew alarmingly quickly over the next hour. Upon arrival at our first stop, it had developed into quite the pressing urge, and I was very keen to get out of the car and search for a place to relieve myself. But as the car came to a halt and I made to climb out, one of the commanders stopped me and said we wouldn’t be staying long, and that it’d be better if I remained in the car so we could set off quickly once they were done. I badly wanted to protest, but how could I? I certainly couldn’t disobey a superior’s command, and I was far too embarrassed to admit such a private need to him. Thus, I was forced to bite my tongue and watch on as they walked off to the building beyond the gate. At the very least I had the company of Carol, which provided some welcome distraction. I was hoping the wait would be a short one as the commander had promised, but it was over half an hour before they finally made their way back, a duration during which my most unfortunate condition had worsened considerably. As we set off once again, I was in genuine discomfort, and this time it had nothing to do with the heat (though that too was awful). I innocently asked the commanders what our next stop was and how long it would take to arrive, and they told me we’d be stopping at a camp about an hour away. This response was far from comforting. The word “hour” in particular was a cause of serious worry. In the condition I was in, it was going to be a long way. I knew from prior trips that this road was completely bare, so there was no hope of finding a place to stop along the way. I was in for the whole ride. And with the commanders sitting on either side of me, I simply had to keep myself composed — the last thing I wanted was for them to realize that I was dying for a pee! It was no easy task — an hour had never felt so long, and as we neared the second stop, it was impossible to sit still. For the final twenty minutes, I sat with my thighs clenched tight while my legs jiggled restlessly in place. When I finally laid my eyes on the camp gates as we drew near, I genuinely let out a breath of relief. But just when I was thinking that I was finally saved, we rolled through the gates into the enclosed area, and I saw that this was no camp, but rather a construction zone. You see, what my gentlemen companions had failed to inform me of was that this “camp” was still being built and was clearly nowhere close to being finished. It was mostly just piles of materials lying about everywhere, and a couple of small squat buildings in the middle. One quick look around was enough to deduce that Carol and I were the only two women amidst a crew of male workers. And based off of what I could see, I quickly came to a most unwelcome conclusion: there were no lavatories available here, certainly not one suitable or private enough for a woman to use. Clearly all the male workers were fine with walking a ways down the road to unburden themselves out in the open, a luxury that I simply did not have. I’m sure you can imagine the horror I felt at that moment: I was now doomed to endure my bladder until we arrived at the final camp — and that could take another two hours! Just like before, the commanders headed off as soon as we came to a stop, disappearing into one of the small buildings and leaving Carol and I to watch over the car while they went about their duties. This time, the wait was far more difficult, and I was noticeably agitated as I sat with tightly crossed legs in the backseat. At least with the superiors gone, I could squirm freely to help keep my bladder calm, though even that was starting to help less and less. I was quickly becoming desperate, and at this rate I knew the situation would soon become precarious. I tried to keep up conversation with Carol, but truthfully, I was struggling to even focus on that. All I could do was sit there and silently implore the commanders to hurry up and finish so we could be on our way as quickly as possible. When the building door reopened half an hour later and one of the commanders reemerged, my heart leapt as I thought we’d finally be on our way again. To my dismay, it turned out he merely came out to invite us inside for some tea! Tea was the absolute last thing I needed, but it wasn’t my place to refuse the offer, so I simply nodded and followed alongside Carol into the building. Inside, a couple of the workers greeted us and quickly poured us full steaming hot mugs, which I politely accepted before taking the seat that was offered. I did not relish the idea of putting even more liquids in my body, but refusing to drink would simply have been rude. As I slowly sipped, the men sitting around the table continued with their discussions, though my mind was so clouded by my need at this point that I genuinely couldn’t focus on what they were even saying. Not that it related to me anyway, so I was more than happy to sit there in silence as they talked. The meeting went on for another thirty minutes, a duration during which I rapidly grew incredibly restless. I was bursting for the loo, and I simply could not keep myself still! I was glad the table covered everything below my waist because underneath, my legs were bouncing frantically without pause. I was crossing my legs one way, then the other, shifting in my seat every two minutes trying to find a comfortable position. It was not at all how an officer was supposed to behave in such a formal situation, but I just couldn’t help myself, so great was my need. And to make matters worse, I had to keep sipping away at my tea, lest I be rude to the kind men who offered it, but in doing so, I was only adding even more fuel to my already bloated bladder. Goodness, what a predicament I was in! At long last, the discussions came to an end, and along with it my masterful chair-wriggling performance. The commanders rose to their feet — while I gratefully followed suit — bid their farewells and made their way out and back to the vehicle. I hurried along behind Carol, more eager than anyone to get back on the road once more. The four of us clambered back inside, retaking the same seats as before. Finally, after one last goodbye, Carol brought the engine to life, and we were off. It was the final leg of the journey, but also without a doubt the most difficult one. Even from the get-go I was incredibly desperate — I had no idea how I was going to manage another whole hour in the state I was in. But what other option did I have? I was forced to sit there, grit my teeth, and squeeze my thighs together to hold on until we arrived. When I tell you what transpired was the longest and most agonizing hour of my life, I genuinely mean it. I couldn’t remember a time when my bladder had been so full, it was excruciating! But I had to outlast it, I had to endure until we arrived, because if I didn’t, it would’ve been the biggest humiliation of my life. Clasping my hands together tightly, I tried to keep myself distracted; leaning forward in my seat, I looked out the window at the passing scenes, the trees, the rocks, anything. It didn’t help much at all. I was beyond agitated, my knees bobbing rapidly up and down practically of their own free will. I rubbed my hands up and down my shaking thighs, smoothing out my skirt and trying to keep it from riding up from all the movement. The pressure in my abdomen was immense, and yet every minute it just grew worse and worse. And as if things weren’t bad enough, the road we were on was incredibly uneven, and every bump we rode over sent a jolt of pure agony straight through my bladder. It was absolute misery! I was praying and praying in my head for this awful journey to just please come to an end. Staring at the back of Carol’s head, I silently implored her to drive as fast as she possibly could and get us to the camp. Truth be told, she was doing a very good job, and we were making quick progress, but with my bladder pounding inside me, nothing felt fast enough. I kept craning my neck as I stared longingly out the window at the horizon ahead, hoping against hope each time I did so that I would finally see the camp looming in the distance, that our arrival would be imminent; but each time, I saw nothing but vast emptiness, reminding me that there was still a long way to go. By the time we were halfway through, the pressure was already reaching unbearable heights. It felt as if a fire had been ignited at my crotch, so strong was the sensation that tore viciously in my lower belly. It was desperation in a sense that I had never felt before. Oh, I would’ve given anything, anything, to have been able to empty my throbbing bladder, I didn’t care how, just so long as I could be free of this awful burden! But trapped within the confines of that car and seated between two high-ranking men, I was as helpless as a child. It was a horrible situation to be in. At this point, I was utterly frantic. “Agitated” wouldn’t even begin to describe it. My legs were shaking violently underneath me in every direction they could find space. I had long since given up any attempt to remain discreet, for that was simply no longer possible. I was well aware that my companions had noticed my strange behavior — I could see their questioning glances out of the corner of my eyes, which sent a blush creeping up to my face. Thankfully, they didn’t bother to comment on it, and for that at least I was grateful. Every single muscle in my lower half was constricted, pushing back against the heavy weight of my swollen bladder in my desperate attempts to keep it at bay. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer, was all I could think, over and over again in my head, like a chant, spurring myself to keep holding on. My poor sphincter felt like it was about to tear open from all the immense force that it was enduring. It was so incredibly painful; I could not believe how I was even managing to keep it all in anymore. As the situation became dire, I was starting to become extremely concerned. The need was so incredibly strong by now that I was genuinely beginning to wonder if I could even manage to wait long enough. The thought that I might actually wet myself where I sat, right next to both the commanders, began going through my head. It was a horrifying possibility. As my desperation reached agonizing levels, for the first time I was seriously considering begging the commanders to stop the car so I could scurry behind it, lift up my skirt and squat down right then and there, privacy be damned. Oh, even just the thought was so inviting, I longed to be able to do it, to finally ease this awful pain, I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be. But alas, I simply could not work up the courage to make such a request, even with my bladder practically screaming at me to do so. Besides, we weren’t too far off now, if only I could just wait a bit longer… The final fifteen minutes were nothing short of sheer torture. I sat hunched over at the waist, my hands clutching at the seat so hard my knuckles were almost popping out of my hand. I could hardly even breathe, my throat constricted out of pure, unadulterated need. My bladder was utterly relentless in its onslaught against me, and the urge was so strong that I was tearing up from the vicious pain. It honestly felt like there was a massive lake pressing down between my legs, and it was growing bigger and bigger in size with every minute. It was absolute agony. I was grinding my feet against the floor, my toes curled tight out of pure desperation. Come on, we’re so close, almost there, almost there… Those words were the only thing on my mind at that moment. I knew deep down that we weren’t far now, and I’d be damned if I were to lose the battle after getting this close! But the last bit is always the hardest, and boy was that true in this case. I was nearly in tears, practically choking back sobs as I endured one vicious pang from my bladder after another. My hands pressed down hard against my upper lap, fingers clutching at my skirt, and my thighs flew side to side all across the seat in a frenzy. I was actively fighting the urge to reach down and hold myself between my legs. Inside my head, I kept saying the words over and over: almost there, almost there, oh please… And then, at long last, there it was: the buildings of the camp, visible on the horizon. My eyes widened immediately at the sight, and the elation I felt upon seeing it was like no other emotion I had ever felt. Oh, I nearly wept with joy! Finally, the end of my torture was approaching. As we were admitted through the gates, I sat bolt upright in my seat, ready to pop out of my seat and rush headlong for the nearest lavatory I could find. My main duty, of course, was to deliver the box of reports in my possession to the intelligence officers, but they were simply going to have to wait. However, any hope I had of running off in search of relief were soon gone, because the moment Carol brought the car to a stop, we were quickly approached by a female officer, who turned out to be the base commander. As we disembarked, she introduced herself and greeted the gentlemen, while I was forced to stand there politely and respectfully. I can assure you, trying to maintain composure and professionalism while your bladder’s about to explode is just about the hardest thing you could do, as I learned firsthand at that moment. My legs were practically twisted into a knot as I stood there waiting for the commanders to finish up their chatter. They took their sweet time, leaving me to scream curses in my head as I swore internally at them to hurry up and finish their damn conversation! A full bladder really does bring out the worst in you. Finally, the base commander turned her attention to me and the package I was carrying, asking me where it was to be delivered, and it was with enormous difficulty that I managed to stammer out an answer to her question. Thankfully, the commander offered to show me to the office to which I was supposed to bring the documents, and asked the group to follow her as she began leading the way. Even the simple act of walking was agonizing, each step disturbing my bladder and sending sensations of pure pain flooding through my abdomen. I didn’t dare separate my thighs for even an instant, so it was more like an awkward shuffle as I took one small step after another, all while trying to keep up with the commander’s pace. I swear I could practically feel the liquid sloshing around within. God, I was so unbelievably full, there could not have been a milliliter of space left. I simply had to find a lavatory, immediately! But where was it?? As we approached the building, the commander indicated for me to go in, saying that there was an officer inside waiting for me. And indeed, the moment I stepped through the door, I was greeted by another woman, a fellow intelligence officer like me. Seeing the package in my hands, she nodded and said she’d been expecting me, before turning and bidding me to follow her to the back where we would file the reports. I, however, simply could not wait any longer. Plopping the box on a nearby table, I quickly stopped her firmly in her tracks, and then, with a sense of utmost urgency that I did not have to feign, and a face the color of beetroot, hastily confessed my desperate plight to her before begging her to show me to the nearest lavatory. For a moment she seemed taken aback by my sudden candidness. But she must’ve noticed the utter distress on my face because she immediately became very sympathetic and quickly began ushering me out the door. I followed her gratefully as she took me to a small wooden shack situated a short distance away. Written upon the door were the most welcome words I had ever seen: “WC – Female”. Giving my escort my sincerest thanks, I nearly flung myself through the door, slamming it shut and locking it while my clenched legs trembled underneath me. Whipping around, I turned to face the “toilet”, which was nothing but a hole in the ground lined with a metal pan. It wasn’t much, but at that moment, it looked like heaven to my eyes. I staggered towards it while simultaneously hiking up my skirt, straddling the pan underneath. So urgent was my need that I couldn’t even wait until my undergarments were down before starting to pee, sending the initial stream gushing straight through the fabric in a messy spray. Grabbing the waistband, I frantically lowered my knickers before squatting down at last and unleashing an absolutely monstrous stream into the pan. Ohhh… my goodness, I could not even begin to describe the utter relief I had felt at that moment. To this day I can vividly remember it, as if it were yesterday. It was heavenly. I moaned audibly as pure and total bliss enveloped my whole body, the incredible sensation of wonderful release after five hours of absolute torture, of finally allowing my tightly constricted muscles to relax completely. I grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing from relief. From between my legs raced out a literal river of pee as I emptied out the fullest bladder I’d ever held in my life. The sound of the powerful jet thundering against the metal was deafening. The stream was clear as water and thick as a pencil, bursting forth with incredible, unrelenting force. I sighed and sighed as I spread my legs apart, relishing the sensation of all that urine finally gushing out of me. And it continued on at extraordinary length, far longer than I had ever gone before. I wasn’t keeping track, but it must’ve been over a minute before it finally came to an end. Even once I was done, I had to sit there for a moment just to catch my breath and regain my senses. The feeling of an empty bladder had never felt so good. I got to my feet, feeling immensely lighter than I had five minutes ago. And now, dear reader, you may be thinking that the story is done and over — but I can assure you it’s not! For no sooner than I opened the lavatory door to make my way back out, did I come face to face with Carol, standing there grimacing with her hand buried in her crotch! Before I could so much as react, the girl had shoved right past me, her fingers furiously clawing at her trousers’ button as she went. In that split second, it suddenly dawned on me that I had not been the only one suffering from a lengthy lack of lavatories. It was obvious now looking back, as she’d been with me throughout the entire trip, and had no doubt been longing for a comfort break just like I’d been, something I’d completely failed to notice at the time having been preoccupied with my own need. Carol, driven by absolute urgency, slammed the door shut behind her without even attempting to place the lock. However, the wooden door merely rattled against the frame and swung right back open, providing her with no cover whatsoever. Carol, however, didn’t even seem to notice, as she was already standing over the toilet, entirely focused on getting her trousers down as fast as humanly possible, practically jumping from one foot to the other as she fought to undo the button. I didn’t want to leave her totally exposed, so on a spur of the moment decision, I quickly reached inside for the door to close it. Only, when I pulled on it, it wouldn’t budge! I glanced down and realized the door had gotten stuck on part of the uneven ground below, preventing me from moving it whatsoever. It was at that moment that Carol finally got her pants undone. Before I could even blink, she tore her trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing her most private areas right in front of my eyes before finally squatting over the toilet. For the second time in succession, the lavatory was filled with the roar of a very hard stream colliding forcefully against a metal surface. I know I should’ve looked away, but for a moment my eyes were transfixed by the image of Carol’s bare behind hanging over the hole as a thick, gushing stream erupted from within at unbelievable pressure. There was no doubt about it, she had been just as desperate as I had, if not even more so! Forcing myself to tear my eyes away, I quickly turned around and stood guard at the door, figuring at least some cover would be better than none. I could hardly believe how loud it was; I’m sure half the camp must’ve heard her peeing! Despite the noise, I could still make out a series of very relieved “ohhh”s and “ahhh”s coming from behind me; I couldn’t help but smile because I knew exactly how good she felt at that moment. Just like me, she too went on and on for a ridiculously long time — I guess we’d both been blessed with a pair of enormous bladders! And good thing too, because how else would we have managed to last for so long? But I stood there and waited patiently as she finished up and redressed herself, turning around only once I heard her footsteps moving towards me. She looked terribly embarrassed when she realized the door had been open this whole time but thanked me most graciously for staying there and providing cover for her. As we headed back, she confessed to me that she’d actually been bursting to go ever since arriving at my camp five hours previously but had been too shy to ask anyone where the lavatories were. I was shocked when I’d heard this — I was nearly crying in pain towards the end of the journey, I couldn’t even imagine how this poor woman must’ve felt having had to wait even longer than I had! And while driving, to boot! I marveled at her ability to hold her composure and do her job so effectively even through such hardship. Funnily enough, Carol became a close friend of mine after that, and even to this day we keep in touch. I suppose that sometimes friendships are formed in the most unusual circumstances. And yes, we do bring up the “pee incident” and laugh about it from time to time. Well, there you have it, the strangest and possibly the most humorous incident of my time in the ATS. Hope you got a good laugh out of it at my expense (and Carol’s too, of course). Moral of the story? Always have a pee before heading out on a five-hour trip; you’ll regret it if you don’t!
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  46. nice girl pee her pants.mp4
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  47. Ready for the oscars?
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  48. VK find. She reminds me of SpicyIren but I'm not sure it's her. Ela_não_aguentou_che...id.com.mp4 [240768173_456239067].mp4
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  49. From my recent hold with @Mr.Floof! I had 2,200 mL of water, and a large cup of pineapple juice. This was the result ! I’ll be posting more in the replies if I can’t post everything. IMG_7326.mov IMG_7332.mov Quick spurt 🥰 And then bursting… IMG_7344.mov IMG_7343.mov Then some extra pee I had still even after getting being aroused and masturbating 😅
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