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  1. 29 points
    I wasn‘t sure about the best place to post this, but I guess it technically counts as a wetting experience, so here we go. I felt like having some fun at home and put on an old pair of sweatpants. Sorry for the awkward cropping of some of the pics but I‘m really paranoid about my room being visible. 🙂 hope you all enjoy! I wet myself gradually, starting with a small wet patch and ending with large streaks down both legs. It was really enjoyable!
  2. 25 points
    Feeling naughty today.....can’t get enough wet fun.... Something I’ve always wanted to do is just sit in a deck chair and let go....so I did.....surprisingly it wasn’t quite as exciting as I thought it would be, although it was very relaxing.... so warm and wet, and it was so hot out here that for once sitting around in slightly cold wet pants actually felt pretty good.... and my bum got nice and wet....mmmmmmmm 4CCF7BC1-8CB8-453A-8B8A-0FBF88E9B508.MOV
  3. 25 points
    Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
  4. 24 points
    Lazy Saturday morning...wiggling and holding myself in bed .....started leaking...could not stop till I was empty and laying in a naughty warm puddle......
  5. 20 points
    I decided to do this on a whim and thought some of you might enjoy it Hope you like these! And here’s a bonus ❤️
  6. 19 points
    I mostly favor jeans and leggings, but skirts are fun once in a while.......
  7. 17 points

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  8. 17 points
    Mmmmmm thay was super fun.....there were way more than 10 aisles....but the tena did great, I guess the trick is definitely little leaks.....at each aisle I would let just a little out, only enough to feel the warm wetness, then stop....it got harder and harder as I went along, mostly because it felt so very good and naughty....I may possibly have quietly moaned a few times lol.....good thing it wasn’t busy! I even felt dry enough to leak at all the red lights on the way home.....so so warm and wet....mmmmmmmmm Plus, I’m still wearing it! Filling up in coffee and wAtervwhike I put the groceries away.....leaking every now and then....
  9. 15 points
    Hello friends, I want to share with you the story of the absolutely best desperation, which I organized in one big city where people speak Russian. I live in Moscow and often go on business trips. So I found a way to get desperation from girls "with low social responsibility." It consists of 2 stages. On the first night I chose the most sexiest of the 8 "working" girls that was at the bar for an hour. During this hour, besides the basic actions, I immediately asked her to pee at me at the end of the hour for a small bonus. She agreed. Then I told her that I like being with a girl who wants to pee. She said that she is excited during sex more with a full bladder. I suggested that she play the "game" with me the next day and outline how it will be. She generally agreed, but she does not drink beer. So I came up with an individual script for her (see below) which she accepted. I enclose the photo report. I will post the finalle of the story next weekend if you leave a lot of comments. Notice her bladder bulge at the end of the second hour ( picutes 9-11) and how it was in the beginning (picture 3) . I've never seen such a storng bulge in my life! Scenario: "White wine and 2 hours of holding." We are in the hotel room. You drink 2 liters of water with me. After this, the time starts. You can not pee for 2 hours! Every 30 minutes of hold with dry panties you get $ 100. Total: if you can save the dry panties 2 hours you get $ 400. After this I let you pee with my presence in a measurin cup. During the game you must drink a bottle of white wine. I'll take some photos without a face. Clothes: sexy underwear, high heals, stockings with lace or pantyhose and a mini skirt or mini dress. Take spare clothing, just in case ;-)
  10. 14 points
    It was doing Easter this year when I took a couple of days off from work and decided to visit my mother, who lives a couple of hours away… I was there a handful of days and the visit was lovely, however I guess that’s not the reason why you’re here? Let’s skip forward a couple of days, to the day when I was going back home. As many times before I was traveling by train and having kissed my mom goodbye we were waiving at each other as the train started to accelerate and left the station. I quickly located my seat in the business class cart (I always travel business class, as I struggle with being shy and there are always far less people in business class) and it wasn’t long before the conductor was there to check my ticket. The conductor was a tall middle age man in a stiff uniform, who kindly informed me that the toilet system on the train was out of order so if I had to use the bathroom I would have to inform him and he would make sure that the train would wait for me a the next station while I used the ladies room there otherwise we would be making a longer stop in Vejle (Danish town) where there would be plenty of time for that sort of thing. Having heard that I was staring to regret drink a whole bottle of coke zero on drive to the train station but there wasn’t really much I could do about it now. I didn’t really have to pee but as I had a hard time not thinking about my newly discovered inability to use the toilet, I slowly felt a small urge to pee building up as the time slowly passed. Listening to music and trying not to thing about the broken toilet or me slight urge to pee, I knew that I had to drink something was the temperature in the cart was pretty high and I was sitting in the sunny side of the train. The first hour passed as I regularly sipped some cold water from a bottle however the small urged had slowly been growing and it was starting to get quite uncomfortable. With a hand hold my crotch I looked up the train schedule on my phone and to my horror discovered that we wouldn’t be in Vejle for another hour! Doubting that I would be able to hold it for another hour I was worried that I would might end up with a pair of wet shorts. I knew that I could contact the conductor and tell him that I had to pee but for a shy girl like me, that nothing something you can just do. Sitting in my seat with crossed legs and a hand firmly planted between them I was watching the minutes slowly pass by as we made a bunch of stop at smaller stations, each time regretting that I did got off the pee! Tortured by a full bladder, I had about 35 minutes left when I knew for certain that I wasn’t going to make it however as I was building up courage to tell the conductor that I had to pee, he suddenly walked through the cart telling everyone that someone else had requested a pee-stop and that we would be stopping shortly. I almost couldn’t believe it, I would be able to use the restroom! The though alone almost made me pee my pants as knowing that I would soon get to pee, make the urge so much bigger! As the train pulled into the station, I was already standing at the door, still with and hard between my legs, ready to jump out and head towards the restrooms! As the train came to a stop, I had completely forgotten everything about that last powerful tug that it makes every time it stops (you know the one) and I almost fell over and was soooooo freaking close to losing control and pissing my tight shorts. I even think that a small squirt of pee managed to escape my bladder and rush into my panties, but I had no time to waste and I was soon out of the train and on my way towards the restroom! However, that unfortunate surprise had make a huge impact on my bladder and I was struggling to stay in control as I rushed across the platform. Down the stairs, under the rail and towards the station building I finally reached the restroom but almost started crying when I saw two women standing in a line, in front of the stall. I had to pee sooo bad and at that point I was tempted to just give up and piss my pants! Biting my lip and holding my crotch, I was finally first in line when suddenly felt my urethra filling up with pee. I instantly panicked and did everything in could to hold back the stream. However, with the uncomfortable feeling of my urethra being full I very carefully let out that small squirt of pee into my tight panties however as soon as I did that, I could feel my urethra filling up again! I did my best to hold it back, but another squirt eventually escaped into my damp panties followed by one or two more! However just as I though that all hope was lost I heard the sound of a stall unlocking and as soon as the stall was free, I rushed in slammed the door, unzipped my shorts, pulled down my panties and barely made it unto the toilet before a strong stream of pee started spraying out of me and directly into to toilet! I looked down to inspect the damage of my panties and found a dark and wet patch inside my tight gray panties, about the size of my hand but even though it left and strange/sticky and uncomfortable feeling around my crotch, I was just happy that had managed to save that… More or less… From getting completely soaked!
  11. 14 points
    One thing that I would like to see more of in omo porn is wet skirts and dresses. It seems that where skirts and dresses are being worn by models they are standing up when the wet and very little damage is shown on the dress, the model is wearing a skirt too short to actually get wet, or very frustratingly the model does't turn to show how wet the back of her skirt or dress has got. Any one else feel the same? I did though find this on a Tumbler site (don't know the original source so sorry if any rules are breached here). As you can see, she has really soaked her bottom. Mmm so sexy, so smackable. More girls in dresses sitting down when they have accidents please and showing us their giant wet patches. Does anyone else have any contributions?
  12. 13 points
    About to go for groceries....gonna test a tena pad out..... i peed when I woke up, had coffee and a water since...one of my favorite grocery store activities is going padded and letting out a little leak in each aisle.....there’s about 10 aisles....usually I wear goodnites, but with leggings, the tena are so discreet.....gonna try them out mmmmmm looking forward to groceries for a change.....ill post back when I’m done, so that this actually turns into a Wetting ‘experience’ lol......
  13. 13 points
    Ooops....I only meant to get a little bit wet....it was just so good I couldn’t stop.... 0C9185AD-13D4-4F56-9FEC-EA258FF05A2F.MOV
  14. 13 points
    Awwww too bad, I don’t know why that would be? A few photos?
  15. 13 points
    Part II: What's Ladylike About Pain The first time I ever saw Hanna at the brink was three years ago, a slight trip with friends from our college dorms to a large fair on the edge of town. Given the size of the fair, we had left early with a substantial group of friends who all had mentally prepared themselves for endless excitement; Hanna was less enthusiastic of this trip, and her enthusiasm drained as the day past on. The reason for her general annoyance was discomfort, one that we were not aware of-- she was awoken, and forced onto the vehicle without the chance to eat, shower, or release a good night of piss. Hanna would never tell such a group of her need, so she walked among us, ate with us, drank (slowly) with us, and lasted with us till the carnival's closing. We had all gathered at the front of the park, and with such a long period of activity, all in desperate need of the toilet. When we reached the line of portable toilets that stretched out the front, they were soiled from an entire day of activities. Some of us beared the smell: Angela, a meager Hispanic girl hurried in, her tiny bladder being unfairly stretched, Mark, who we know entered reluctantly, even I succumbed to immediate need. Three of us were relieved, leaving three that refused the disgusting bathrooms. There was Lianna, a tall African-American girl, who wouldn't touch even the cleanest port-o-potty no matter what, Caitlin, a geekier girl who complained more of dehydration than of desperation (maybe a correlation), and then there was Hanna, miserable in plain sight, practically forcing her body not to run into the possible relief. While Lianna sometimes bent her knees and made a snappy complaint, and Caitlin would almost show signs of a full bladder every once in a while, I focused the majority of my focus on Hanna, who stood with legs crossed, and an endlessly stressed complexion on her face. I could tell that if there were one moment -- one small second-- where Hanna stopped focusing, her overclocked bladder would spill all over her and her khaki shorts. This tension forced me to keep watching, and I kept my eyes on her. "Bes, why are you staring at me?" She noticed immediately, as she asked with a cautious, almost paranoid tone. "Oh...." My brain froze. "I just.... I...I was just wondering if you were okay?" "Heh..." A slight chuckle, as if she knew her facade was beat. "Trust me, I'll be alright?" "Yeah, I figured." I was walking by her side, and I noticed that at the bottom of her tank-top, her belly protruded outwards. Inside, a swelled mass. Unbelievable, I thought, trying to hide my excitement from Hanna. "It's just that you look like you're about to explode." Hanna smiled, "Well, you wouldn't be wrong?" She crossed her legs over. Judging by her reaction to me, it almost seemed as if she was relieved to finally get her pent-up pain out to the world. "I haven't gone in nearly 30 hours... So yeah... Gotta go." Playfully, she posed with her thighs caving inward, and her hands holding her crotch. It was absurdly hot, and my mind was doing front flips at the visualization. "Why didn't you go to the port-o-potties then?" "Oh... Don't worry, I can hold it." She reminded me in a confident tone. "I can always hold it." I wished to test that theory, watch as she truly reached her edge, stand pact as she drank and drank and drank and drank until this girl finally exploded in a heap of relief. But... She was only a friend, and I would not press that on a friend. In front of us, the figure of Lianna became manic, bouncing from one leg to another, dancing in the middle of the parking lot. "Oh! I can't hold it anymore!" Lianna yelled, running to a nearby patch of dirt. "I don't use port-o-potties, or bushes-- or whatever..." Hanna kept talking, our eyes focused on Lianna in her sprint. "Really?" "My Mom stressed it on me. She told me it wasn't ladylike to do such things." Lianna reached the dirt, and with only an immediate crouch, a loud, directed stream of urine exploded out of her, the jet stream cutting the dirt. I tried to avert my eyes, as it would have been too embarrassing to be caught, I only heard the cries of relife, and Hanna heard them too. In the corner of my eye, I watched the brunette girl flinch with a bite of the lip, but her shorts remained dry. "What's ladylike about pain?" I asked the remaining desperate girl, but Hanna didn't answer, she was tending her own overload. Maintaining control as the hiss of urine splashing out filled the area, even Caitlin pushed down on her frizzy dress, proving that she was a least desperate. When Lianna finished, her face read a mixture of relief and embarrassment, but it was a playful feeling as she joked about the long day, and the endlessly strained bladders. No one judged Lianna for losing control, and yet Hanna could not muster the will to release her pain. Instead, Hanna, along the other five of us, all packed into the car, two of us desperate, yet there were no complaints. "What did you ask me?" Hanna turned to me in the car, we were in the same row, and I could see her crossed legs and slightly shaken form. "Huh?" "You asked me a question? What was it?" "Oh nothing." "Ok." Hanna turned forward , pushing slightly on her urethra with her right thumb. Coldly, she continued, "You were right. I should have gone when I had the chance." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Huntington School For Girls" the bold letters on the side of the bus told me everything I needed to know. I was at the side of the building, standing only a few feet from Darlene's puddle, as the bus pulled into stop and the patrons expelled from the bus in record time. It was not a large bus, smaller than most school buses, but with a similar shape, though it's white color gave it more of a prison bus than anything. I was interested, especially due to the direction, straight from the 200 mile, certainly full of full bladders. If I wasn't so worried for Felicity's locked bladder, I would have been giddy. Hell, I was giddy, and as I carefully made my way back into the cafe, my mind was springing with possibilities of endless torture. Could you imagine, a bus-load of girls stuck on the line! I had to make my way back to my seat before I went mad with excitement. At the table, Mark and Felicity still sat. Mark was very annoyed, playing on the draining phone while trying to get out of the cafe, Felicity was locked up, worried, and in severe pain. I turned her attention to her. "Felicity. There's a bus outside, if you don't want to wait forever, I'd get on line." "What's the point?" Felicity asked, defeated. "It's not moving." She wasn't wrong, as the three remaining girls all stood in their positions. Erica was first, she swayed back and forth as if she was a clock, constantly rubbing and squeezing the edges of her skirt. Second was Jasmine, whose desperation was quiet and subdued, bent over but still. And first was Hanna... Poor Hanna, bent over, tired of knocking on the bathroom door. Could it just open! I thought for her, I couldn't imagine how much anger she was in. "What happened with the other girl?" Felicity asked with at least a small bit of empathy. "Oh, she pissed her shorts... Right in front of me actually." Behind the table, the door swung open to a man, in his fifties, with a dainty, worried smile. He must've been the teacher. The waitress, who was as desperate as any of us, stood as service to the teacher. "Hi, welcome to the--uh--- End of the--ooh--Line. How many?" "Oh, I'm with a class of mine. We were wondering if there were public restrooms available." The waitress looked over and sighed, she knew the unfortunate tragedy of this classes situation. "Restrooms are for customers only, honey. Y'all want a bite to eat as well." "Oh no..." The teacher struck worry. "We're not looking for someplace to eat, the girls just have to..." "The closest rest stop is 100 miles away, honey. This is the only spot you got." The teacher sighed and nodded to the waitress, failing to notice the long line-- the girls might get relief faster if they travel another 100 miles. "It'll be eight." The teacher spoke as he headed out to the bus, the waitress made an involuntary courtesy before setting up a large table directly adjacent to our own. Our side of the restaurant was about to be crowded, and I couldn't be happier. "Erica..." To my right, my head turned as Jasmine spoke, she was stuck in the same position, but her face rang out in pure misery. "I don't feel good at all, I can't hold it!" She spoke through worried tears. "It's all right, I got you." Erica retorted with kindness, and sensually she placed her right hand directly on the crotch of Jasmine, helping her out. Part of me wanted to do the same to Felicity, who seemed corkscrewed and miserable, if I could casually place my hand on her urethra, to lighten her stress. But we weren't close like that, and besides, such a shock could cause a burst itself. Frankly, I knew that I couldn't help her, any action would have been overbearing or careless, malicious or apathetic. It's strange, because as I look back on this day I remember it as one of fantasy, where all of my wildest dreams came true for one endless afternoon. But as of the moment my reactions to the two girls struggles was one of worry and sadness. Their desperation was not enjoyable, nor was it hot, it was long, arduous, and painful. I wished nothing more for the bathroom to open up and for Felicity and Hanna to end their suffering. But alas, it continued onward. Perhaps it was because I knew them so well, or maybe it was because their pain was real, and not only for my imagination, maybe I saw some of their pain as my own when I am desperate. Or maybe because I was in love with both girls. And as Erica pushed her love forward with sympathy and sadness, no one wants to see their loved ones in pain. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first time I saw Felicity truly desperate was the same day that I fell in love with her. We were both 15. It was the Freshman year of High School, and we had been friends for around a year. After meeting in eighth grade, around the time where boys and girls stopped seeing each other as objects of fear and loathing, we had become good friends, and due to being at similar academic levels, we found ourselves commonly in classes together, and due to our friendship commonly in groups together. On this day, we were a pair for a Social Studies project, one that forced us to work together beyond the confines of the school, so I had invited Felicity to spend an afternoon working on the project at my house. Now, given that I was only a Freshman, and generally not aware of simple logistical facts about the happenings of girls. For example, I had yet to realize that the five minute passing periods were simply too short to give ladies any time to seek relief, as most girls pranced from class to class. Also, I didn't know that most girls frowned upon the toilets at the school, disgusting, full of graffiti, used tampons, and general annoyances. I also didn't realize that for most girls it was commonplace to spend all day at school without relieving a drop from their hopefully un-full bladder. What did appear to me was Felicity, who hugged me as we met up, I noticed a strange nervousness about her-- but thought nothing of it. "Heard their was a party in Mr. Melrose's class today." "Yeah, it was fun. I had like four cups of pop too." Felicity hinted, but I caught none of it. Felicity was subtler, and it was in her personality trait to refuse even the strongest sense of pain. It was the same reason why a girl who was about to explode would refuse to get in line for the toilet, she was taught that it was unladylike to show discontent, even if it was bursting out of you due to the fact that you drank too much soda in the beginning of the day, and never got a chance to relieve yourself. Once again, I heed to the earlier question: What is ladylike about pain? Why should Hanna suffer more than she has too? Why must Felicity hide her desperation? When we reached my house, I had noticed that her slight quirk in walking had turned to almost a jig, she was biting her lip, bouncing up and down. "Are you all right?" I asked Felicity again, but she fibbed "No! I'm just excited, that's all." I wondered if she wanted me to call her out, expose the truth so she would have an excuse to ask permission for relief. Hell, she didn't even need permission. But that wasn't Felicity, and she'd rather suffer in quiet than expose even a single person to her embarrassment. And I... a fellow 15 year old who didn't even realize she was desperate, played along as an ignoramus. As we entered the house, I led her down to the basement, passing an unoccupied toilet that Felicity glanced longingly at, pushing in her two blue-jean clad thighs together. By the time we were in the basement, there was a bathroom directly next to us but she had no intent loose. Felicity dropped her backpack on the ground and began to work diligently with me, squirming endlessly, sometimes dancing out-of-character, sometimes simply squeezing down on her nether regions and praying that she did not lose control in front of me. We were like this for three hours, I was almost immediately fascinated by her endless strains and contortions. She was sweating in the cool basement, her skin nearing the color red, but she refused to let herself leave. Sometimes, when she thought I wasn't listening she would mumble her own misery to herself; "god I need to pee god I need to pee god I need to pee" she mumbled, usually with her right hand caving across her inner thigh. I never guided her, though, I figured that if she wished to relieve herself she had the agency to do so, but she had not. Besides, I had enjoyed the show so far, why stop it? Eventually, though, I felt a tinge of empathy. "Felicity." She stared upwards at me, breaking out of her spell. "I don't mean to be pushy but... Do you need to use the bathroom?" Her skin turned pale, as if I was now a part of her (obvious) secret. She was sitting criss-cross on the ground, a large poster in front of her that she had spent the last hour glueing together alongside me. By the three hour mark, what were squirms had now become shuffles, and she could not stand still. Yet, as I inquired, she turned very still. "C..Can I?" She asked. A silly question. "Of course!" Immediately she stood up, looking to me as to guide her. "It's just in that door to the right." She ran to the door, hand next to her vagina, squeezing so she could make it to the door. And then... she stopped, and turned back towards me. "It's locked." She looked back with sorrow in her eyes. I didn't understand, there couldn't be anyone in it, was the bathroom being renovated? Felicity slinked back to the poster, working again, bent over, desperate to a tee. I stared, I simply didn't understand. "Y'know there's a bathroom upstairs." "That's okay. I'm fine, Bes." Studious like a bee, Felicity began to work again. She continued like this for 30 more minutes, until the poster was completed and we climbed the stairs to greet her parents in the front. "You can still use the bathroom if you..." "I'm fine Bes." She wiggled in front of me, playfully, despite her bladder being beyond over-stuffed. I watched in the front lawn, her ankle twirling around, as she waited. Sometimes she would turn back to me and smile, and I was only becoming more aroused. By the time the parents arrived, and their car began to ascend my driveway, I was only more and more curious. So, as the final moments of the afternoon came, I finally popped what was on my mind. "Hey Felicity?" The girl turned around, turning her attention away from her approaching parents. "If I may: Why didn't you just use the bathroom, I mean, I know the door wasn't locked and you were obviously desperate and..." "Simple." Felicity smiled as she turned her head to me, moments from entering the car. "I knew you liked it." .... Oh Shit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "One.Two.Three--Oh God--Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight" At the table next to us, the older waitress shuffled between every step, her body must've been resembling the yellow dress she was trapped in, with urine coursing through their veins. Then again, that must've been true for almost every girl in the cafe, and the tensions were just as high to boot. I wasn't paying attention to Hanna, nor was a I paying attention to Felicity. It was at this moment, that the door swung open, and I met 7 girls of the Huntsville School for Girls. "Alright girls." The teacher spoke with a charismatic tone, and despite all of the pain between the girls, they listened. They were older than I expected, with senior stance and general lack of caring, a few of the seven girls rolled their eyes at the teachers call to them. "As you can see, there is currently a line for the bathroom. Now I know that some of you are really needing the toilet..." The teacher spoke with honesty and discomfort, and the girls murmured. "But let's wait until these three girls have had the oppurtunity to--" In the back, a girl raises her hand. She was a shorter girl, scary-thin with long brown hair. "I'll answer questions when I'm done. Now, we're going to eat here but we don't have too much of a budget left for..." "Mr. Towns" The girl in a back spoke, hardly over a whisper. "Mr. Towns." The teacher stopped. "Yes Jessica." "I know what you said, but I really, really need to use the... Y'know. Can I please go outside and..." "No. There will be no squatting, or anything of the kind! According to the code, you ladies will act ladylike, no matter the circumstances and..." "What's ladylike about being in pain!?" A voice cut through the front, talking back to the teacher. I turned my eyes to a girl on the side of the building, leaning on the edge with a rebellious aura around her. She smiled and looked at the teacher, who became beet red in almost an instant. "Candice, if you are still willing to talk back to your teacher-- perhaps you don't need the bathroom that badly. You can wait till we get to Wichita." Candice face didn't change, though by her crossed legs, stocking covered with black short shorts covering the top of her legs, she might need it. Candice was very pretty, as I looked up to her, short but thick, with caramel colored skin, dressed awkwardly in short shorts and a tight-fitting school-sanctioned t-shirt (must've been something she was being forced to wear). "Fine with me. I can hold it till Wichita." "Mr. Towns! Mr. Towns!" It was Jessica again. "It's really bad... I can't hold it! I can't hold it!" "Can we please go outside Mr. Towns!?" Another girl asked with passion, she was an Asian girl in a loose-fitting jean skirt and tanktop, all while tapdancing incessantly. "None of us have gone all day!" "Let me make this clear!" Mr. Towns yells. "If ANY of you squat, or have an accident. I will fail you! If you can't prove you're ladylike enough to withstand a little pee, then, what good are you!" The murmuring stopped at the absurd demand, and the girls faces were glistening with absolute fear. Jessica, who must've been leaking at this juncture, bent herself like a pretzel just to prevent any possible urine from dropping. The only one who was not afraid was Candice, who smiled at the gesture. My natural instinct was more reactionary. "That can't be legal!" I said to Felicity, who was only slightly paying attention. "Charter school, man." Candice spoke to me with the lightest of smiles. "Anything is legal.... Whatever." "Hey!" A voice called out as the scared students went to the table, it was Hanna's. Who had spent the entirety of the conversation tense and stiff, just like the day at the carnival. As she walked, every movement has stress, and I could feel her about to explode. "I know you're a hard-ass teacher or whatever, but I've been on the bathroom line for twenty minutes, and the girl in there refuses to come out. I don't think your girls will make it." Mr. Towns listened, but shrugged her shoulders. "They're strong, they'll be fine." I stared at the girls, and they were not fine. The closest to me was Candice, who grabbed a nearby seat, maybe with the intent of conversation (hopefully). To her right was an Indian girl, tall with long legs and endless-but-messy curly hair, the girl sat with one foot on the chair, and her knee in the sky, all shaking constantly. Next was the Asian girl, who was nearly pushing down a fist into her pussy. Next on the table was a ginger girl with light freckles that matched her red and white dress, she read the menu to escape the deluge of urine inside of her. On the opposite side of the table was Mr. Towns, who did not take strongly to Hanna's words, though legitimate. Next to him was Jessica, who was sobbing at the inevitability that she will fail. To her right, a Hispanic girl with full proportions along with a full bladder, her long legs were nearly tripled cross. And finally, on the right of Candice was tom-boyish girl, dressed in baggy jeans and messy t-shirt, she seemed generally in control of her bladder, and the small stain at the bottom of her crotch might be why. But then there was Hanna, in all my watching of these seven girls, I had forgotten about my own friends, namely Hanna, who walked over to us for the first time since excusing herself more than 20 minutes ago. "This is bullshit!" Hanna paced herself, probably to forget about the bursting bladder. As she neared, I had noticed more details about her appearance, including a bulge appearing at the edge of her stomach, and protruding out through her jean skirt. Hanna had responded to it, the top button was unclasp, and the belt was unbuckled, all in hopes to relieve pressure. Up close, her desperation was more real, only mirrored by the night in the carnival, I had never seen someone so stressed. "I feel like I'm going to explode." "Me too." Reluctantly Felicity responded, yet still glanced at me with a light smile, maybe I'm still an object of impressing. "There has to be another place to pee. Obviously this isn't working." "There isn't for another 100 miles, according to the waitress." Hanna fell back into her chair, miserable, full to the brim. "You could go out..." "No! I don't do that!" With defeat, Hanna leaned back in her chair, the large bulge popping out behind her brown t-shirt. It was at this moment that I could finally sit back and stare at the processions, 11 girls, all desperate, and no bathroom in any of their possibilities. Hanna, who refuses to lose control anywhere else, Felicity, who can't pee at all, the seven high school girls, all bursting, and all forced to wait by a remorseless teacher, and Jasmine and Erica, who have searched for relief all day with no avail. It was at this moment that I finally was able to smile, the sheer absurdity of it all, that so many girls could come in at one place at one time. Maybe this was a dream, and that these women would wait in baited agony until the end of time. I was there with them, watching with wonder. Click The room becomes quiet, and full of suspenseful breath, Hanna turns around almost too quickly, Felicity looks up from the table. The girls at the other table all perk up, and Jasmine and Erica smile. But most of all, a young women walks out of the single bathroom stall, noticing the surprised onlookers. The women stares back at the excited patrons, the desperate near-dozen. "What?? I was sick?" The bathroom was free. And the race was on.
  16. 12 points
    My wife tried to hold it as long as possible but ended up wetting her grey panties. Filmed with two cameras to get back and front view. Sorry there is no audio but we are both quite talkative. She doesn't think anyone else will be interested in seeing this, she granted me permission to upload to prove her wrong. Hope you enjoy Desperate wetting in grey panties.webm
  17. 12 points
    Hello everyone so, long time no post. Last time I was on here I'd moved to Spain, I'm now back in the UK, and I've felt more interested in holding, so I thought I'd do a write up of an experience yesterday! I woke up to my phone ringing and it was work. I do emergency SEN cover for local schools. They wanted me to go in to a school from midday. I agreed to it, the weather was horrible and I lazed around until i forced myself to get breakfast and get dressed. I wore my work trousers, a top and black boots, my typical attire for this job! Here's what I wore to set the scene: So I got up at 8 and used the bathroom and brushed my teeth which was stupid because I didn't have breakfast prior to doing so, but anyway, that was the last time I used the toilet. I set off at around 10am, I got a taxi because I left my raincoat somewhere else and it was cold and wet. I got to the train station and bought my tickets and waited for the train. I then got to my change over stop and had a 30ish minute wait. My eyes did go over to the toilets and I felt a slight twinge, but being the omo pro that I am I decided to wait! I got my train eventually, it is freezing, rainy, there's drunk people even though it's barely 11, the automatic doors keep opening and the cold is getting to me. I was half considering going on the train but once I sat in a warm seat I didn't care so much! It was about 15 or 20 minutes on this train and I got to my stop. I had about 20 mins to get to work and wasn't super sure so I got another taxi. I had to stop to jump out at a cash point. I remembered my bladder as I stood entering my pin but it was still not so bad. I was thirsty though so I had a couple of mouthfuls of sparkling water with green apple. Thank you smart water. Anyway I got to work and launched straight in, at about 1245 the staff were worried because they would be understaffed, I said I didn't need a lunch since id just got here, and they Said okay let us know if you need a comfort break. I did feel the need at about 1330 when I washed my hands, and considered asking but also knew I could easily wait. Instead I grabbed a drink and finished the rest of my shift not struggling but wanting to sit down every now and then to ease the pressure a bit. I finished work and considered taking a bus but the timetable said it would be 20 minutes and I wanted to get the train, so I walked. By now it was at the forefront of my mind that I had to go, still I stopped a few times to take pictures of stuff, as id not been there before. It wasn't raining but it was a good 20 minute walk and I was cold and the roads were wet, I'd been cold pretty much since I got off the train and it really wasn't helping. I got to the platform and had a 40 minute wait or so. I sat on the bench and shuffled, messaging people on my phone. I glanced around but none of the doors seemed open, and plus I wasn't ready to give in yet. A girl sat next to me and was chatting about her work day, and I was starting to become distracted so I probably seemed rude. I had to go so much by this point and I was so cold. I looked a bit more seriously around for a toilet at this point but the train was coming. I was also tired and kept sipping water to keep myself more awake. The train came and I got on, I sat down and put my bag on my lap, again feeling better for sitting down in the warm. I figured I could hold it until at least my connection stop. I got off the train once more into the cold and saw it would be over a 30 minute wait because of a delay for my connecting train. I thought I'd wait a bit longer, i was going to be home soon anyway. The more I waited the more I debated going. I had a seat in the waiting area and some kid was playing with the doors letting the cold air in, I had finished all of my water by this point from absent minded sipping and I was feeling a really strong internal and external need to pee. After a while they called the train, so I went to stand on the platform. I kept thinking that I was going to let go with each wave of desperation. I was standing bouncing on my feet with my hands in my pockets, I could feel my bladder swollen against the waist of my trousers. I looked from where the train was coming to the toilets next to me a fair few times. 3 minutes wasn't enough time, I'd go on the train if I really had to. Eventually the train came, I got on a first class coach to avoid standing out in the cold any longer and tried to make my way to the peasant seats but there was a private door on one carriage and the other end led to the drivers cab. I stood in the vestibule near the toilet but I really wanted to make it home. It wasn't so bad in the warmth. I was tired and hungry and cold and I really had to pee. A lady used the toilet so I had to wait and was listening to some other trapped peasants conversation about their work. We got off and I got my ticket ready as I'd seen they were doing checks, but many people hadn't noticed so there was a huge crowd and I had to painfully wait my turn to leave. I could feel each drop splashing about and I hurried into my third taxi. I needed to get home and pee! We were stuck for about 10 minutes trying to get out of the car park as the drop off zone had turned into a game of tetris and I really had to go now. I put my bag over my lap and got money and keys, and then put my hand back in my bag to hold myself through it. The traffic wasn't so bad when we got out of the station but each stop and start was torture. I kept repeating to myself I will not lose it in this taxi! The driver missed the turning and then went all the way back round, meaning it cost a lot more so I'd have to run inside to grab some more change. I was getting frantic now. When we got to my place I ran to the back door that is our entrance and shakily unlocked the door. Ran into my room and dumped my stuff, holding myself and pulling at my trousers as soon as I was alone. I kept repeating I'm gonna piss myself under my breath. I got the change and ran back outside still shaking, nearly throwing the change at the driver who still had the bloody meter on but I didn't give him 5p and he didn't complain. I tore back inside to my room to grab my phone, and finally hold myself properly to ease the pressure. I snapped a pic: Then I shuffled to the toilet where I peed for ages. I had to go a couple more times after that, both with sudden urgency and near running! And this morning if HaD hadn't have woken me up to drop off my camera charger my sheets would have been less than dry as I immediately had to do a sprint holding on for dear life with both hands! Hope you enjoyed it EQ
  18. 12 points
    I went out last night and drank significantly more than I intended.. not rolling around drunk, just happy tipsy, but lots of fluid in me... i did the usual, sit on bed, get undressed thinking, I’ll sit for a bit then go for a wee... then promptly fell asleep. woke up in a desperate state and realised our house cleaners were in, and the take about an hour cleaning bathroom.. had to hold (posting on live thread..) in my slightly hungover state i managed to fall back asleep... only to wake up leaking in my pjs.. I removed my pj bottoms and tried to decide what to do... I asked for advice but literally at breaking point so stumbled to toilet, dribbling all the way... the shower is next to door in my bathroom, so to save the floor (just been cleaned) I stood in to try to stop the leaks... didn’t make a very good job of it!! 20180531_102957.mp4 ☺️
  19. 11 points
    Ooops.....got a bit carried away today......made a naughty puddle on the kitchen floor.....mmmmm
  20. 11 points
    Haven't seen this one either , hope someone likes it Wetting Jeans In Parking Redtube Free HD Porn Videos Fetish Movies.mp4
  21. 10 points

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    I need to use the bathroom soooo bad but my room mate is in there and wont let me in. I am so desperate to poop, I don’t know what to do. I wiggle and strain to hold it in but I can’t hold it anymore. I let it out right there in my panties. Oh no, I totally pooped them. So embarrassing. How can I possibly hide this mess? CouldntHoldIt.mp4

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  22. 10 points
    Oh my....I’m closer than I’ve ever been to having an honest-to-goodness, simply-can’t-hold-any-longer accident......