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  1. 31 points
    I knew I had a really small window. Like 20 minutes tops. So up until that window of time I began drinking up. I wanted to fill up just enough so I could have something to work with. I wasn't going for a flood, but I needed a liquid boost. The time comes and I put on my grey leggings. ... But I really don't have to pee. I make the best of it anyway. I needed to wet myself. It has been way too long since the last one, which also happened to be a quick pee. So I get the camera for a few pics and take a (crappy) video so I could take a few screenshots. Anything was better than no pics. I chose the tile floor because just looking down at my little yellow puddle excites me. After really savoring the feeling of standing there in my wet leggings, I clean up my puddle and change back into my dry jeans and stash away my wet clothes. My small window of alone time was ending soon, so I spent that time finding a few decent pics to save. About five minutes after my alone time ends the urge to pee really hits. Bummer. I should have timed it better. I wasn't about to let it all go waste. I had to do some secret pee fun of some kind. So I change out of my jeans, which ironically had gotten a tiny wet patch from an uncontrollable little leak. I put on two pairs of panties, some black leggings, and some fleece pajama pants that are black with bunnies on them. Still pretty desperate, about a 7 or 8, I sit there at home and let a few significant dribbles of pee loose. It's still pretty tight down there so far. I wiggle around a bit, giving my bladder a little jolt of extra desperation, and pee some more. The wetness between my legs is growing. The warmth is spreading. But my bunny PJs are loose so they remain dry while my panties and leggings cling and stay damp. A few more good sprays and I'm officially past damp and now sitting there in wet pants. Still secretly. If you were to feel me, you would assume I peed enough already to bring the number down some. I was at about an 8. Somehow the number didn't change at all. But I had to continue about my evening as if everything was fine, so when it came time to cook dinner, I had to stand there still really needing to pee, but not wanting to let any more pee escape. What if I can't stop now that I am standing? What if I forget that it's a secret and I grab my crotch? So the urgency is a 9 and I'm kind of doing a potty dance and pretending it's just me pacing at the counter waiting for the food to finish. At one point I do accidentally pee a little while I'm cooking. And a few minutes later I walk halfway to the bathroom while peeing an even more significant amount. But then I go back to the counter because I managed to stop peeing in my pants. Although I was kind of worried that my bunny PJs were getting wet now. All the while, me peeing myself intermittently, I don't give away my secret. After the dinner is done I give in and go to the bathroom. For one, to play it off and pee like a normal person, and for two, to relieve a bit of pressure. I only pee until I managed to regain control and stop the flow. I still wanted to wet myself again. The temptation to continue do so is very high. After dinner I sit back and chill, leaking every few minutes, descretely touching myself in hopes that my bunny PJs stay dry. So far pretty dry. I think "okay, as long as this keeps up, I'm golden" and it does. He's in his spot watching TV, I'm in my spot, secretly wetting myself and watching TV. I've done this on a smaller scale, and didn't get caught. I can do it again. Then he decides to take a shower. Yess! By now I have to pee pretty badly again. After I'm sure he is going to stay busy, I take off my bunny PJs and press my hand between my legs, the level of dampness now officially up to wet. I cross my legs tightly and relax my holding muscles and feel the hot pee beginning to creep through, but my squeezed thighs keep it from flowing freely. Still relaxed, I unclench my legs, the little flood bursts out and my skin tight leggings a go from wet between my legs to soaked and running down my thighs and dribbling onto one of my socks. I slow the flow of pee when I hear the pattering of it dripping onto the carpet. God I want to let it all gush out uncontrollably! But I can't, so I slowly continue peeing myself, feeling the hot wetness all the way down both legs, creeping up towards my bottom, just enough to stay all over myself and not get on the carpet. I stop peeing and look down at my drenched legs. Oh how badly I wanted to stand there wet and pissy for a long time! But I notice how shiny my freshly peed in leggings look and snap a picture to commemorate the excited feeling it gave me to be able to piss myself after such a long time. I hurry and stash these wet pants with the grey ones from earlier and put my bunny PJs back on and sit back in my spot just like nothing happened. Needless to say, this pants wetting was long overdue.
  2. 28 points
    Firstly, I'd like to say that I really appreciate all the fantastic stories that people post here! There are many excellent writers that contribute here, and many more that have great anecdotes to share of their sightings and experiences. It's a great forum that I have derived much pleasure from, so I decided it's high time for me to come out of lurker mode and actually contribute something myself.... Between being a lifelong omo lover, having a lot of close female friends, keeping a fairly keen eye, and spending a fair amount of time partying, I have had the good fortune of having many sightings of sorts, hearing lots of stories and anecdotes, and the occasional romantic or friendly indulgement (which I gather from the red underline is not a proper word). But as we all know, seeing the actual act of a random woman completely losing control and emptying her bladder in her pants is very rare. I've seen many little laugh accidents, wet stains, results of full-on accidents, and, of course, desperation, but it wasn't until a few months ago that I actually saw my first full-on wetting accident by a stranger. These days, I'm a suburban dad, but I still like to pretend I'm young and spry on occasion, and fortunately my wife is very cool about me going out to have drinks with friends, see a buddy's band, play poker, etc. Anyway, on this particular night, I had ventured into the nearby city to see my friend's band play. They were playing in a lively area of town, with many bars and clubs that stay hopping into the late hours. Anyway, the show itself was awesome, I ran into a few friends that also follow the band, and I had some fun glancing over to check out the perpetually long line to the ladies' room at the venue. There was lots of leg crossing and jiggling to be seen, but I always feel like a perv paying too much attention to a ladies' line, so I kept my ogling to a minimum. After the show, there were loads of puddles on the viewing/dance floor, surely most if not all were spilled drinks, but I couldn't help but wonder if there were a couple of pee puddles in the mix. I helped my friends move some of their gear into their van, and they asked me to meet up with them in a bit at a nearby bar for a couple of drinks. As I followed my map app over to where the bar seemed like it ought to be, there were two bars next to each other, neither with obvious signage to help me figure out which one was the place I was looking for. Since there were several people outside the bars talking and/or smoking, I decided to walk along the curb and take a closer look at the main windows to see if I could decipher anything. It was at this point that a particular woman caught my eye. She was standing outside, leaning against one bar's front window, facing the street (and me). A guy briefly came out to talk to her, and I heard him say "are you all right?" As she nodded and said yes, she very suddenly crossed one leg over the other in the way that women often do when they are trying to stop a flow of pee. Now I was 100% transfixed, and I absolutely couldn't believe what I saw next. A small puddle started forming at her feet, which soon formed a stream that ran toward the street. The guy didn't seem to notice at all, and as he walked back into the bar, the pee stream literally went right past where he had just been standing. I kept looking back and forth between the growing stream and her legs, which were still crossed in the same position. She was wearing form-fitting black tuxedo style pants, and I saw some glistening where her pants were wet with her pee, but nothing too obvious. Even though there were several other people in the vicinity, I looked around and nobody else seemed to have noticed at all. I felt like I was in a dream or something. At this point, she had started walking away from her puddle & stream, and settled back against the bar window about twenty feet away. She lit up a cigarette, and I decided to be somewhat bold and go talk to her for a bit. I went over and said hi and made some stupid, awkward small talk with her. She seemed drunk but not smashed, she was slurring her speech somewhat, but making sense and able to engage in conversation. Upon getting a closer look, she was quite pretty - Latina probably around 30, nice figure, nice face. Of course, part of me wanted to mention to her that I saw what she had done, but I wasn't feeling *that* bold and I didn't want to embarrass her, as she'd otherwise just gotten away with completely peeing in her pants. A couple of times, we had awkward silences, and I told her I was going to head into the bar to find my friends, but both times she said "wait..." followed by something to draw me back into conversation. She actually seemed quite interested in me, so I suppose she must've been pretty drunk! As I was talking with her, I kept thinking, "man, if I wasn't married, I would tell her that I had just seen her pee herself and how sexy I thought it was that she had done that. Then I'd stare straight into her eyes with my best passionate look and ask her if it was all right if I felt her wet pants." Truthfully, she may well have agreed to this, but truthfully, even if I wasn't married, I probably wouldn't have been daring enough to pull the trigger on that. But you bet I did when I replayed the event in my mind later! Anyway, sorry I rambled a bit, but I hope this was enjoyable overall. I have a lot of other experiences to share, so hopefully I'll get some momentum from breaking out of lurker mode....
  3. 27 points
    Hi everyone! It's been a bit since I've written anything, despite my rather prolific escapades. Life and all that, I moved into a new apartment smack dab in the middle of my city, rather than the outskirts of a different smaller community where I used to be. That on top of work and university is just such a timesink that I don't often have time to do anything relatively daring anymore. On top of even THAT, the experiences I write have gotten to such a ridiculous standard of daring or just outright packed challenges that my normal holds would just be below the bar of most of the things I've written, so there's barely a point to writing them. Like, I'm sure you'll agree what I'm about to write is far more interesting than "I sat at my computer and drank until I peed all over my floor." Which is something that's occurred as recently as in the past few days, its just not writing-level, you know? So, its been a bit and I apologize that its been so long since I've put out any content, I've just kind of literally "held" myself into a box where anything on the level of my other popular writings just never happens anymore. That however, changed in November. If you're part of the Discord you'll know this, but we have essentially a waifu rolling gacha bot. The context to this particular piece is that Zapdos got Sam Porter Bridges from Death Stranding. Me, being a big fan of Genius Kojumbo, really wanted him and made the classic blunder of saying I'd do anything to have him. And so, a sort of contract was made. Zapdos wanted to make a challenge gauntlet for me not unlike that of KozmoLotto IV, which makes sense given that particular piece of mine is still the highest rated post in the history of omorashi.org. Upon completion of said set of challenges, I would be given the character from the bot. This was not long after my move, so I had an entirely new area and scene to work with depending on the challenges, it would be fresh and full of the unexpected, as I am now living in the downtown area of a big city. I wish that was an allegory, but there were quite literally some complications that resulted in some publicly damp pants. We'll get to that. This is likely going to be a long read, so buckle up. The rules were simple. No toilet unless specified, hold it, do the challenges. I would receive each challenge as they came, with no prior knowledge as to what they entailed, so I could not prepare or be able to game them in any way. Obligatory description phase! If you've read any of my works you already know all of this, but consistency is key. Average female height, probably like 90 pounds soaking wet (ha) when I'm not hitting the gym hyper aggressively to build lean muscle. I am very skinny and not gifted in the chest department at all, though I'm told a fair bit that I have a nice butt. At this point in time my hair is a brown, though at the time I'm sure it was darker because its been a bit since my last dye job. Looking to get my hair healthier. Pale as the moon and I've got ink all over my upper chest, as well as a fair deal on my arms/legs/back. Not going to specify what they are, far too identifying, though a small handful of you are fully aware. To start I believe I was wearing a white tank top, a beige cotton cardigan, black thigh highs and a miniskirt, with a nice skimpy purple bra and panty set. I could be slightly wrong on some of these details; its been a couple of months and I only have the time and energy to write it out now. The skirt is what I'm sure of, as it was subject to change in line with one of the challenges, as I was to wear jeans when the challenges started taking place outside. And so begins the challenge log. If you were wanting to get into the meat of it, it starts here: Chapter 0: "Your outfit is a short-sleeved shirt with a miniskirt. Choose one toilet in your house - as long as you are still participating in the Zapdos Test, you must behave as if any other bathrooms or toilets your place of residence may have do not exist. Drink a decent amount of water (it’s up to you how much a “decent” amount is) and do whatever you want for half an hour before reporting back to begin the Zapdos Test. The Zapdos Test is named the Zapdos Test because Zapdos is a bird, and birds have no hands. Therefore, you cannot hold yourself with your hands until you begin Task #6. If you do so out of instinct, record the number of times it happens." There isn't a whole lot to discuss here. We talked about how much water should theoretically be drank, so I settled on an initial dose of around 800ml. A nice hefty starting point to ensure I'd be getting somewhere. Other than that we just sort of chatted for half an hour while I waited for the first actual challenge. I started from empty, so I wanted to make sure I had a decent amount in my system, but not literally drink my body weight on the first actual drink. If I did, I'd surely fail, thus water consumption was a difficult balancing act. I chugged it down and soldiered on. Chapter 1: Tranquil Lake "Do nothing for 10 minutes." Ever the creative, Zapdos had his first real challenge be to sit here and do nothing. Sure gives me a lot of material to write about doesn't it? I remember watching a youtube video, that's about it. The purpose was obviously to let the water filter its way through my system, which being 40 minutes into the challenge as a whole by the end of it, it was certainly doing. Nothing notable yet to report at this stage. Chapter 2: Filling the Bottle "Slowly drink another decent amount of water over the next ten minutes while you sit around doing more nothing. If you don’t think you can handle that much again, you may drink less. Note: drinking the full amount again is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I finished my youtube video, and drank down another 800ml. At this point I was 1600ml in, which of the rare times I've actually measured, is the area of where I know my highest recorded bladder capacity lay. I don't know if I've ever beaten it since; I don't measure often. Point is, if I was well hydrated and all this water went straight to my bladder, it would basically be at max. Luckily, I had time before everything went through me. At this point I had about an average need to use the bathroom, nothing pressing, but if I flexed my lower abdomen I could feel a bit of the burning pressure on my bladder, that classic dull ache. If I was at work and happened to walk by a bathroom, its the sort of level of need where I'd use it, more out of caution of the future rather than anything immediate. Of course, getting me here was all according to plan. Fun fact, I tend to write my experiences while at this level of needing to pee so I can pause my writing and just kind of poke at myself to refresh the memory of what such sensations feel like, like an almost sort of omo-writer method acting, this piece included. And so, knowledge that things would get very pressing in the near future, I waited out my time, and the next challenge came. Chapter 3: Cleansing Liquid "Do the dishes - wash all your plates and bowls. Even if they haven’t been used yet, they’ve surely gathered some dust, right?" This was the exact moment I started having trouble. I am not overly susceptible to omo imagery, or sounds. Waterfalls and pssh noises won't mess with me at all. There is two specific things that get me needing to go reaaaaally bad. Very vivid descriptions of the inner bodily functions of needing to pee, which make me focus on those exact things, and secondly, warm fucking water. Even if I don't need to pee, doing the dishes will make me need to pee, and bad. I don't know why it affects me so much, but it does. There's been at least one time where I was washing dishes with what I thought was only a mild need, and had to outright yoink over a big mixing bowl I had yet to wash, drop my shorts and piss in it as fast as I could, because that water ensured I wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. THAT'S how bad this sort of thing makes me need to pee, essentially my goddamn kryptonite. I realized this only in the last year, though I probably should have figured it out by KozmoLotto IV, in which washing my hands had me pissing myself down my kneesocks for a few seconds. How I only put two and two together recently, I'll never know. Regardless, point is, the first thing I said to him was "Oh, fuck you." That moderate need to pee I had became danger levels the entire time I was touching the water, and I had to do ALL my dishes. I handled it like a champ though. I propped my elbows on the counter so I could lean and bend, crossing my legs and bouncing around a fair bit. I remember gritting my teeth and loudly swearing at a few points, but keeping mind to my position I managed to clench up tight and just power through as fast as I could. Getting to stop washing the dishes was almost as much of a relief as getting to pee would have been. Almost. Luckily, I made it out unscathed. Its a good thing this was early, because if something like this was the last challenge, it would have resulted in an absolutely vibrating and sweaty Kozmo, loudly squeaking and whining before absolutely soaking her skirt and the kitchen floor before the first plate was done. But, we can leave that to some alternate timeline. Chapter 4: Elegant Waterfall "Feast your eyes on these wonderful compendiums of GIFs that showcase natures beauty and humanitys ingenuity. To fully take in the splendor, you must look at each GIF for a decent amount of time before moving to the next one." Luckily, as I stated earlier, imagery doesn't affect me a whole lot. A little maybe, but not any way noticeable, just mild irritation. Unfortunately, I needed to pee, so even with the imagery not affecting me, taking the time looking at these gifs was compounding my urge enough. It was getting pretty bad, but manageable. Lots of scowling and bouncing my leg, one crossed over the other, having to look at various waterfalls and irrigation. Plenty of firehoses and the like to go around. I did get some amusement out of it though, one of the gifs was a shot of a showerhead pouring, which allowed me to flex my endless trove of useless knowledge for a moment: I recognized it immediately as the shower from Psycho. It was a nice distraction from the fact that I really really needed to pee, and was secretly praying one of these challenges would contain some sort of momentary relief. The big amounts of water were starting to really pour through my system, and I had the briefest flash of doubt cross my mind. Luckily, I am a creature fueled solely by spite and I despise losing, so I was able to press on with newfound determination as a result, if not a little shaky at this point. The shakiness was partially because he snuck in a little something incredibly mean. GIF #11 wasn't a gif at all, it was a JAV mp4 of a girl wetting her skirt in a stall. It took me completely off guard and seeing someone wearing something similar to my outfit just have an accident all over the floor had me groan. It was clever, to his credit. But Zapdos is an asshole. Chapter 5: Spritzing Sprinkler "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself.* Afterwards, stack the plates and then the bowls you previously washed on top of the toilet seat. If they begin to feel precariously balanced before they are all stacked, then remove the topmost one and consider this task complete. Note: stacking the dishes one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank. *You can only do so for one second at a time, and you must do this exactly ten times. You must exit the bathroom and wait for one minute between each period of relief. Count the number of times you are unable to stop after one second and record the number. If the number is zero, you may have one extra 5-second relief. If the number is over 5, drink a glass of water after completing this task." So, a bit of a confession to make. I fucked this one up pretty badly. I was so eager for a bit of relief that I didn't read nearly carefully enough, i.e I missed the part about waiting a minute between each. I practically ran into the bathroom, and machine gunned off 10 spurts, some of which perhaps lasting longer than a second. I didn't know my fuckup until I had done everything required and then was informed of said fuckup. The punishment and result? Take another one of those great big drinks I had to replace what I'd lost, and do it all again. Keep in mind that this was maybe 2 hours after my initial starting chug; everything had time to filter through pretty well, and I had in a few challenges gone from mild need, to quite whimpery and desperate. My bladder was absolutely pulsing, and I could feel my lower muscles quivering, occasional contractions forcing me to bend at the knees. Can you blame me for missing a detail? After getting relief, and then replacing it all, my bladder wanted more out. So waiting a minute in between each spurt was absolute hell. It ALL wanted to come out, and very, very difficult. This was one of those points where if I wasn't on my A game, it would all come pouring out. I remember praying to myself that if I did indeed lose control at that moment, it would be during a spurt into the toilet and not dancing around whining outside my closed bathroom. During the first round of spurts, a bit managed to enter my underwear as I was pulling them down for my initial sit-down. I failed to stop 3 times during the initial round of machine gunning, and once during the far more torturous round 2, while I was getting up from one of my one second spurts and more kept coming as I was standing up, creating a splatter on the floor in front of the toilet. The government spies are likely very concerned with my well-being, as I was shouting at my google home in the kitchen to set 1 minute timers (My kitchen is across the hall from the toilet) with increasing franticness every time. Luckily, it resulted in a good amount of relief, even if I was punished via needing to intake more liquid than I'd released during said relief. Stacking the dishes, fresh with new vigor from my slight emptying, was absolutely trivial. I was proud and excited to take on the next challenge, at which point I found out why I had gotten the relief in the first place. Chapter 6: Tim Hortons "Equip the Lush 2 at LOW (roughly 25% of MAX) and change out of the skirt into a pair of jeans. Head out on the Cafe Adventure™. Further instructions will be sent via online communications. Keep in touch, you hear?" For context, I am Canadian. Tim Hortons coffee is what our blood is made of, and we have one essentially on every block. It is the single most common enterprise you will find in this country. It was pre-established that should I leave the house during the challenges, this is where I'd be going, because Zapdos didn't want to place me anywhere uncomfortable. For even further context, as with any woman proud of and in control of her personal sexual agency, I have a few toys, the Lush 2 being one of such. It is essentially a big motor meant to go inside and stay there while vibrating for internal stimulation, rather than any kind of bullet vibrator. Look it up if you want to see what I mean. Given the very nature of the device, the second I had equipped it and turned it on, having gotten relief simply no longer mattered. The rather nice vibrations coupled with it being inside DIRECTLY affected my bladder, basically vibrating it by extension. Other parts did not fare well either, with it compounding the urge to pee by perhaps twice as much. I imagine it was stimulation of the urethra from the inside or something of similar concept; it wasn't so much the muscles quivering and wavering, as much as the very direct urge of wanting to pee, if I'm explaining this right. It made things very difficult. I would have been enjoying it far more if I hadn't been determined to win. I pulled my jeans on with some difficulty, as they were quite tight, slapped on a belt for style and because I'm a masochist, before throwing on my leather jacket and leaving my apartment, closing the door behind me. And so, the walk was torture. It was cold, I was cold, the cold made me need to pee worse and worse, so I was essentially powerwalking as hard as I could to get everything over with. The vibrations and the constant jostling of my bladder from walking so vigorously were an omo-enthusiasts desperate dream incarnate. I felt like I could have peed at any moment, and had to keep such focus that I mainly kept my head down and used google maps to know exactly where I was walking, despite knowing exactly where. Focus was absolute key. It was like trying to walk when drunk, consistency and rhythm and balance and focus on nothing else. If I didn't, I'd flood these fresh pants in the middle of the street. I remember talking a big game about how I could have done it without the relief, but I'm pretty sure I was absolutely full of shit. In providing Zapdos updates, it got to the point where I'd essentially lost the ability to type coherently. Apparently, according to people whom observe my holds often, that means I'll be leaking soon. I'm predictable to everyone except myself. After carrying on for nearly a kilometer, I arrived at my destination, went inside, and did my absolute fucking best not to shake. And so, I was sent part 2: "Enter the cafe’s bathroom. Unequip the Lush 2 and stand in front of the toilet, spreading your [REDACTED] as if to pee. DO NOT PEE. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode you must remain like this for one minute instead of thirty seconds and you may not actually relieve yourself afterwards. If you begin to pee, do everything in your power to stem the flow and start again. If this happens three times, abandon the attempt. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must equip the Lush 2 at MED (roughly 50% of MAX) before leaving the bathroom. If you were unable to complete this part of the task within three tries, inquire as to what the punishment is." There was a problem though. A very significant one. Every holders dream or nightmare depending, of which I sent Zapdos a picture to show I was absolutely not bullshitting him. The bathrooms were out of order. Now, I realize according to the challenge, it wasn't for the purposes of peeing, but something about seeing a closed bathroom and knowing the challenge was delayed nearly made me have an accident on the spot. It was the absolutely the closest I've ever come to outright exploding without leaking first. I am very much a heavy leaker, my muscles gradually give out more than all at once. But this urge was so fucking intense that I almost flooded my pants right there in the middle of the cafe. I had to find a table, lean on it, and shove my hand between my legs for dear life as discreetly as I could because I was SURROUNDED by people in for their night-time coffee. I was a deer in the headlights, I was absolutely and utterly convinced I was going to have an accident before I could possibly leave and it was putting me into a state of fight or flight. I wanted and needed out before something bad happened, and man was I ever on the precipice of something absolutely humiliating. We decided I'd go to the nearby gas station, which resulted in more walking, but getting out of the immediate situation helped my bladder just a touch. A lot of that primal desperation was likely mental. I followed the challenge at the gas station bathroom, and it caused a single spurt to come out, so I guess the people who would predict me were right. Luckily, my pants were down, and even more luckily, I was feeling a decent bit better with the vibrator out for a moment. Once I was finished, I was provided with more instructions. I should also note that the bit about the increased difficulty mode, its because I talked a big game, as I always do, before I even knew what the challenge was. I told him to make it harder without having any idea as to what it entailed. I'm that type of person. Anyway, the instructions: "Order your favourite food. Feel free to sit as far away from (or as close to) other people as you want. Inform Zapdos when you are seated with your meal so he can send you some reading material." The meal in this case, was gas station nachos, the seat was a curb outside. That cafe bathroom being closed really did screw everything up. The reading material was an excerpt from my very own KozmoLotto IV. I was enjoying the food too much for it to affect me, after essentially water-logging myself a nice salty snack was the most welcome thing on earth. Of course, the second I was done my food and back in the real world, the feeling of my vibrator being cranked up to even higher power started to get to me really bad. As if on cue for things getting back to the stage of really bad, I was provided my next set of instructions: To write out how I was feeling in detail as best as I could as a small paragraph. Here is the masterpiece I sent: "Im on a fuckibg phone in the cold aaaa So this stupid fuckinf bird is making ne these stupid fuckinf challenges and i need to pee really badly and guess ehat im not home IM IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CITY AND I HAVE TO WALK BACK si luke thabk gid its dstk out if antrhinf happens im gobna have to I HUST FUCKING LEAKED SO YEAH IM WEARING JEANS LETS HOPE THATS NOT SHOWING FUCK AND ON TIP OF THST I HAVE A FUCKIN VIBRATOR IN MY COOCH THET IM GOING TO PUT IN MY DARKEST DRAWER FORNALL OF ETERNITY AS PUNISHMEN ITS FUCKING COLD OUTNHERE I CAN BARELY FEEL MY FUCKINF FINGERS" You could probably write a paper analyzing my colorful commentary, how my typing deteriorated into a leak, and then got better after said leak. Which, I did in fact leak as I was typing, sitting there on the curb. A solid gush pushed through my panties as I was typing and left a large blotch on my crotch area, with a small trail creeping down towards my ass. Remember how I mentioned vivid descriptions get to me earlier? I'd done that to myself, and the urge got so bad that I literally couldn't keep the urge from overwhelming for just a moment, forcing me to pee as it did. The vibrator likely stimulated what would have normally been a bad urge into an outright leak, coaxing the urine along in my system and ensuring my urethra WOULD let go of it. Luckily, I was no longer standing in a cafe surrounded by boomers drinking coffee, so I did not immediately die from embarrassment without writing a will first. I got up and walked away, awaiting my next instructions. Here's the biggest fuckup not being able to stay in the cafe caused, along with my own presumptions. My next instructions were as follows: "You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you may only relieve yourself for 2.5 seconds instead of 8. Once you are done, set the Lush 2 to HIGH (roughly 75% of MAX) or MAX before exiting the bathroom. Note: setting the Lush 2 to MAX is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." I'm sure you can see the problem. If I was in a cafe it wouldn't have been as bad, as I'd have a seat inside. But I had been in the gas station, spent time in its bathroom, and left for greener pastures. It would be weird for me to do all that AGAIN, even if it was for the pee break. My anxiety battled my bladder and my anxiety won, I thought it would be too weird for me to go back in to use the bathroom I'd already used from the point of view of anyone in there. So I didn't. This was a mistake. Increasing the vibrator to max was crippling. All the sensations almost caused me to collapse and in my communications with zapdos I could barely send more than two poorly typed all caps words at a time. I practically begged him to tell me where I was going next. He told me to go back home. The distance between the cafe and my home was almost a kilometer and I was about to burst all over the bustling city sidewalk with pee, gripping myself and dancing under my jacket. Luckily for you lot, KozmoFox is not a quitter. I kept calm...well no, I kept very very frantic, and carried on, using my free hand to muffle squeaks and moans from the absolute cacophony of utter overstimulation I was going through. This cacophony would be my partial undoing. I was walking, and walking, and walking, through streets and neighborhoods just trying my damndest to hold on and not piss my pants. I pride myself on being able to power through any challenge without failing. I have never lost a hold-off. I have won every omo challenge that had a victory condition. If I have a goal I'm aiming to beat requiring omo, no matter if its a time, a person, a concept, I've beaten it. I egged myself on with this knowledge, I was almost home. I just kept telling myself. Don't pee your pants. Don't wet yourself. Don't piss. Don't. So guess what I did next? Really, take one guess as to what happened. I peed in my pants. I was walking, and it was very dark. The urge kept building, and I kept moaning, as far as I knew out of view walking through night time streets, though the occasional car would pass by every few seconds. Nobody would be able to see enough on the darkness of the side walk or hear me from passing by in their car, or so I hoped. I had to pee so bad. So so bad. I couldn't think, I couldn't function. The vibration, the urges, they were all too much to process. My powerwalk slowed to a hobble, just a street over from mine. The hobble turned to a tiptoe. The tiptoe turned to a stop. My knees buckled, I wobbled, I could feel tears plucking at my eyes and I couldn't stop mewling and whining, I begged myself not to let go and my body just wouldn't fucking listen. Like a balloon inflating and you know its about to pop but it just keeps inflating, I gripped and danced but it just wouldn't subside, even though it felt like I was clenched up it just kept making its course. And then... Sssssshhh. I felt a microexplosion as my body tensed up shuddering and PUSHED it out without any care as to how I felt about the matter. It was dark, but I could see a proverbial flower of wetness burst forth from my crotch, and expand, and EXPAND, rushing straight down my right pantleg and absolutely pouring off the knee, getting a bit of my other knee wet the way they were knocked together, and spattering on the ground. Come to think of it, the positioning is likely why it rushed that way. I thought it was done, I unlocked my legs, felt with my hands which came away very damp indeed. Just a huge leak, I thought, until just as I went to take a step I felt it spreading across my ass and down the back of my thighs. I was still going and the urge was so bad with the vibrations that I outright couldn't tell save for the warmth I could feel spreading across my backside. It was like turning on a faucet, not so that its dripping, just the smallest tiny stream you can make, dribbling out of me and seeping into the fabric of my pants. I heard more patters on the ground and I leaned against a fence, shoving both hands between my legs just writhing in agony, verbally begging it to stop, all the "no's" and "please's" in the world. I got it under control, barely. It was dark, and I couldn't see how bad it was, I could just tell that from leaning down to stare at the front of my pants it only appeared to be a soaking crotch area leading in a very wide wet patch down to the knee. It could have looked far worse, but I knew I peed more than that, and just decided not to think about how it might look in the light. Luckily, this was not the end. The challenge specified that the losing condition was to completely lose control, which I had not. Despite pissing my pants in public on a city street, with at least two cars passing, I still had plenty of pee left in the tank that was still begging for its extradition. I calmed myself down, and walked to the edge of my street...Just to see someone cross in front of me, from the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street I'd been walking. It was so dark and I was so wrapped up in my own pee shenanigans that I never noticed he existed. What he saw while walking, what he saw when I came under the street light at the edge of the street and he passed in front of me turning down a different one, I'll never ever know. He gave me a friendly nod, and kept going, so I'm hoping he noticed nothing, even with the light illuminating the front of my wet pantleg. If he did see anything, he'd better take it to his grave. Luckily, I did get a goooood amount of relief from just wetting myself like that, so I got home without any further incidents, despite literally biting my lip so hard it bled trying to get my key in the lock. At this point, I was asked to sit down at my computer and write a paragraph once more, this time about the journey home. The relief had worn off, and thus once again, I leaked into already wet pants while sitting there and typing. As those who would predict me say, when the leaks become frequent, I'm near the end. Here's what I wrote, another grammatical masterpiece for your reading pleasure: "okay so im there writing that first paragraph under a streetlight and i get to JUST LEAKED, JUST SO YOU KNOW, start walking home afterwards, and i took the darker route home and it was really fucking bad, at this point the vibrator was cranking off at 75% power and i had already kleaked and i couldnt so much as like hold myself because its A BUSTLING CITY STREET so i coulkdnt so much as stop to cross my legs and bend over until it got quieter, fuck i need to fuicking PEE, and i had to pee so bad and was just focussed on moving forward that i actually passed my street and had to turn asrounds and go back to it, so then i get to my street and eventually can see my house which setgs off latchkey incontinence IN FUCKING ADVANCE so i piss myself right down to my fucking right knee and im like MAN I HOPE THAT AINT VISIBLE IN THE DARTK BECAUSE THIS ASSHOLE MADE ME WEAR FUCKING JEANS so im like okay im safe, and then i pass under one of the VERY FEW STREETLIGHTS AS A GUY IS CROSSING THE STREET AND HE MAKES EYECONTACT AND IM LIKE, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT MY LOWER HALF GOOD SIR BECAUSE EVEN IM NOT LOOKING TO SEE HOW BAD IT IS and then i get to my fucking house and almost cant ghet myt key in because im so shaky and ims tarting to sweat and im biting my lip so hard it I LEAKED agfainj SORRY CONTINUING and then i manage to get to my cxomputer, sit down, hoping reprieve is coming, and this sick FUCK makes me write ANOTHER GODDAMN PARAGRAPH IM ABOUT TO PISS MY FUCKING PANTS THANK YOU AND GOODNIIGHT" From there, I was allowed to change into a dry set of clothes, if I recall grey panties and more jeans that I IMMEDIATELY sprayed another leak into with a quite literal cry of agony the second I buttoned them, dampening my thighs and getting drops on my laundry room floor. If you're curious at all, the pants I wore out were fucking soaked. I was right that it was far worse than it looked from the front, I drenched those jeans all the way down the back, so I'd essentially flooded my pants. You know what a pair of soaking brick wet jeans look like, I couldn't have gotten my thighs, ass, and the backs of my legs more wet unless I tossed them into a full bathtub, so I just tossed them in the washing machine instead. Its hard to believe that I was completely soaked and STILL about to completely piss in them more struggling and crying at my front door. Finally, FINALLY, it was time for the next challenge. Chapter 7: Liquid Literature "In an effort to help distract you from the fact that you’re almost wetting yourself (maybe you’re even leaking small spurts every now and then), some comics have been provided for you to read. Make sure to read them properly, though - believe it or not, it’s much harder to ignore how much you desperately need to pee if you flick through the pages as fast as possible. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must also browse an album of carefully-selected standalone images. Please note that these images were in no way chosen because right now you would just about burst if someone tickled you or poked your lower stomach, or came from behind and gave you a big squeezing hug. Any similarities between your situation and those in the images are pure coincidence. If, by the end of this task, you feel as if you’re not going to make it through the final two tasks, you may relieve yourself for three seconds. However, you are not allowed to use a toilet or go outside." So there I was, sitting in my chair with fresh yet already damp pants, squeaking and moaning and practically KNEADING at my nether regions to keep what was still in me in, because despite having let a fair bit out my kidneys were still processing liquid, and every single muscle related to my bladder was just done with me. Knowing this, this asshole makes me go through a full collection of omo comics and pictures. I started to read, and immediately leaked more, feeling liquid seep underneath me to make my butt nice and warm. Not much to say, I read, I leaked, and I needed to pee like crazy. I was on the verge of flooding my desk, but I couldn't give in. I'd been through far too much to lose now, and I was so close. Despite being in my third outfit, all of which have had pee on them, some more than others, I still hadn't lost via the rules as written. If you can call 3 wet outfits and an accident a victory, its a victory. I got through the comics, the pictures had gifs in them which fucked with me bad. The last one had me leak more, having me gush into my hands (which were buried between my legs) enough to soak the hands themselves through the fabric. A solid PSSH. I have my saying so on record: "jsurft looked at lasrt lasrt leeeaaassddkkk its on my handdsss" I am such a good writer, can't you tell? At first I wasn't going to take the three second relief, I was positive I wouldn't be able to stop. But given my computer decided it was time for windows update to restart it and take 10 minutes, I took it anyway, and somehow, DIDN'T go beyond the allotted three second time. If I recall, I hiked my pants down to my knees in the bathtub for it, where I got to survey the damage, which was ENTIRELY my rear end, as I'd been sitting. Thanks to this relief I was able to type properly for exactly 2 messages before I degenerated back into a sweaty desperate crying mess. Time for the next challenge! Chapter 8: Spurting Leaks "Your hands must be getting tired by now, so out of care for your well-being it is now a requirement that you keep your right arm and hand from doing anything besides lying or hanging at your side. This applies to all future challenges. Watch the enclosed videos. Because you requested the increased difficulty mode, you must watch four videos instead of two." Spurting leaks is right. From here on out I was essentially in a constant dribble and my throat near giving out from the fact I couldn't stop making noises. I pointed out to Zapdos that Snuppa sounded a lot like me in my current situation, given she tends to make noises as well. I noticed this due to her being one of the videos, of which encompassed her, some JAV, the usual bunch. It wasnt easy, and every time I finished one I felt my torso tense up and my muscles force out another jet of urine into my crotch. These pants were already done for. After finishing this torture, I basically just kind of sent bunches of letters at zapdos to signal I was ready for chapter 9: Chapter 9: Dribbling Dam "Remove the dishes stacked on top of the toilet and put them away. Enter the bathroom and perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) then tell Zapdos that you are ready. Note: Removing and putting away each dish one by one is required for clearing the Zapdos Test with a Plus Ultra rank." Bathroom. Plate. Kitchen. Cupboard. It was such a meticulous routine, and my bladder was so tired. Every step might as well have been a direct signal to my bladder to let go, and I was far too stubborn to have any of it, as I often tend to be. Most would have given up by now, especially after the earlier soaking, but not KozmoFox. I'm like Maxwell House, Good Until the Last Drop (tm). I had at least one more soaking in me. I know this for a fact, because that happened. I put away the last plate, pulled out my phone to signal I was ready for the final challenge, and it happened again. The compounding urge, the swelling, my body tensing and pushing without a single nerve signal coming from my consciousness to allow it. I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and shoved my hands between my legs, crying and bouncing, just uttering verbal diarrea for it not to come out, that this can't be the end, not when I'm so close, when I'm RIGHT THERE. My body did not care in the slightest, and I promptly peed in my pants for a second time. My body pushed, and it sprayed. This dam wasn't dribbling, it was flooding. I was leaning with my back against the counter for support, jiggling and bouncing with one foot over the other, my hands attempting to form a seal that did NOTHING. My body wracked itself with this utter tremor, just pushing down with all the force it could muster and I had to shove one of my hands to my mouth to keep from yelling, just an "mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" escaping my mouth. I could feel it rush down my legs, soaking my pants, my inner legs and the back of them being soaked in seconds. It almost sounded like a shower splashing on my floor. I removed the hand from my crotch and gripped around my backside, looking for literally anything I could hold on to but all I felt was the river CHARGING out of my nether regions, soaking my hand and the cuff of my cardigan's sleeve. After a few seconds of wetting myself with the full force of a firehose, perhaps 4 seconds of high power peeing, I managed to stop. You might call this another damning and humiliating accident, barely maybe an hour after the last one. I called it not losing. Still standing in a small lake in my kitchen, sopping jeans clinging to me and turning cold, I opened my phone for the final challenge. I'd already basically had two accidents, but my overtired bladder was still maybe 3/4 of the way full. With a FULL bladder, 4 seconds of full on peeing might be enough to drench a pair of tighter jeans, but its FAR from a full release (Its how I realized most omo models barely have to go at all. If you've ever held and wet, you know exactly what I'm saying). So what was one more? Bring it on. Chapter 10 Bursting Forth: "This entire task was added purely because you requested the increased difficulty mode. Act as if you had just used the toilet (use toilet paper, flush, dress yourself again etc.) then exit the bathroom. Equip the Lush 2 at the highest possible setting and write one final paragraph detailing how badly you need to pee. After doing so, unequip the Lush 2 and once again perform all the actions you normally would when going to the toilet (removing your clothes, sitting down etc.) except for removing your underwear then tell Zapdos that you are ready." Given I'd just made a bit of a mess of my kitchen floor, the pretending to use the toilet part was not as hard as it could have been. I leaked a LOT when I sat down, another spray of a full few seconds into the toilet so loud it might as well have been deafening, but I feel like the kitchen incident kept it from being game over. See, the kitchen totally wasn't just an accident, it was optimization. I swear. Don't look at me like that. It was totally a strategy. I got to my computer, equipped the Lush 2 again at max resulting in some sensations that were very nearly too inappropriate to write about, if you catch my drift. I came real close to ascending, if you're following the path I'm taking here. But I managed to get it together, somehow being able to pull my hands away from sealing off the already shattered dam to type the most ridiculous yet triumphant paragraph I've ever stumbled and typoed my way through: "this bird is going to act all smug about his increased difficulty but im not going to give him the satisfaction of complaining one bit. thgfoiuh i must saay, having ther vibrator on maximum powerr is absoltuely killing me, as its insdie me and putrting pressdure in all the difficultg places. i need to peee so fuckgin bvad i cant put words to it. tgis not evn a matter of volume anymroe its more the faCTF that its been hours and fuckgin hours and my musicles just cant take it. i eneed to apply pressure. if i apply pressure it feels more numb. the ache is there but its like having a supporot. the second i move my hand it becomes farr too strong, the immense urge jsut bites so hard its almsot painful. i used both hands in the kitcvhen to putg a plate back and afrter 3 seconds of having a hand away to do that i pissed down my leg so hard for a moment that i left a puddkle and soaked my sock. i got it back under contro;. im under control. i am kozmofox., nobody asnd no bladder cna bend me to their will., i feel like im going tfgo piss myself at literally any given secodn, i have sputtered and spurted and sprayed so much in so many different places and clothes on tghsi night, but i will never completely break. never. i am the fucking queen. BOW YA SHITS" And so, the great Kozmo was finally able to run to her bathroom in sopping pants, squealing in agony and anticipation, and tear off her clothes and sit on her porcelain throne. Zapdos decided he wanted to do a test, and see how long I could discuss the intracacies of omo art before finally giving out. I managed 1 sentence while already spraying and sputtering and leaking, and I finally just couldn't take it anymore. My body knew where we were, knew we were safe, knew I had one, and it gave out COMPLETELY. I peed, and peed, and peed, and PEED, and it felt so amazing I almost passed out. The relief was so good that I don't think I'll ever forget it. And so, I completed the Zapdos Test, victorious DESPITE the road blocks and missing at least one chance of relief, and I did it with a Plus Ultra rank. I cleaned up, sat down, and relaxed, and peed like 4 more times before bed because I literally couldn't keep a drop in anymore. Eventually I did go to bed, but not before remarking TELL ME BIRD, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THESE WORDS? GO BEYOND. PLUS....ULTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did doing it And if you're wondering, yes this did earn me the character from the bot and yes it was worth because I'm obsessive over such things. Yes I realize I held KozmoLotto VI ages ago, yes I'll get around to it. Life is busy but I'm trying to make more time for my omo escapades. If you're new to my writing, allow me to present you with the rest of my experiences, for further reading if you wish! Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos! Part IV is the highest rated post in omorashi.org history, and Part V Section II has my favorite omo art piece ever made, which make them particular points of pride for me, so if you can't be arsed with reading through all other 16 but still want to read more, those are my recommendations. I love you all. Once again, thanks for reading, and if you enjoy this I promise I'll be back with more.~
  4. 23 points
    So, I have recently started seeing a wonderful woman (we'll call her 'Ashley') that loves me and accepts me for everything I am... including this exiting fetish we all share. I recently told her about my involvement in this community of "Omo-thusists" and asked her permission to share some of our experiences together. She agreed completely and is excited to see all of your responses via my account (she is not yet ready to create an account of her own). She also recently agreed to let me post pictures and video of our playtime together as long as I anonymize her face, so look for those in the near future. That being said, here is the most recent experience we had that was very satisfying... Ashley is a beautiful woman in her late 20s of Mexican descent with an olive complexion, and dark, curly hair. She has large, brown eyes that you can simply get lost in and a body with the perfect blend of athleticism and curves. I know I am biased, but she is simply the most stunning women I have ever seen. Leading up to this particular experience, I was traveling a lot for work (I am a consultant), so her and I weren't able to be together, romantically, for about two weeks. Needless to say, my need for her was primal and intense. She agreed to pick me up from the airport when I returned from my business trip and we were going to head to her house for some much needed time together. When she arrived it was straight from a few work appointments of her own (she is a project manager), and I could tell the moment she got our of the car to hug and kiss me that she was very desperate. I immediately noticed her slower than normal speed at standing straight while getting out of the car, her slightly guarded posture during our hug to protect her mid-section, and that familiar look in her expressive eyes of mischief mixed with slight worry and excitement. Seeing these signs, I offered to drive us to her house. She immediately accepted my offer and got into the passengers seat. She was wearing a purple summer dress that ended just above the knees while standing and pulled, teasingly, 1/4 up her thigh when seated. As we start the 30 minute drive from the airport to her place, she tells me that she has been drinking a ton of water all day and hasn't had an opportunity to pee. She admits to being as desperate as I assumed she was. I ask her what 'number' she is and she says a high nine, approaching a ten. I put my hand on her thigh and tell her it's okay; whatever happens, will happen. She glances over and sees me stiffening through my jeans as my hormones begin their campaign to take control over my body. Right after comforting her, she decided to hike up the back of her dress in case she lost control during our drive. When she does this, I catch a glimpse of the pale pink panties she is wearing which furthers my almost blinding arousal. About 15 minutes into the the drive she grabs my hand to squeeze it and tells me that she is starting to leak and can't prevent it. I squeeze back and tell her it okay to let a few leaks out to relieve the pressure. She leaks about 3 times during the remainder of the drive. As we get out of the car in her garage, I look over and see a dime-sized wet patch on her grey seat and know that her panties must be much more affected. As we get into the bedroom, I grab her hand and pull her to the bed before she can make it to the master bathroom. I tell her that I cannot go a moment more without release and my need is too strong to wait for her to use the restroom. I take off my pants and boxer briefs as I ask her to get on her knees at the edge of the bed. She shoots me that look of pure desperation, but also of excitement as she agrees. As I sit on the edge of the bed and she takes me into her mouth, she can see my excitement dripping from my tip. It's then that I notice her full dressing mirror directly behind her. In this mirror I can see up her dress with her hand pressed against her panties. Shortly after beginning, she removes that hand to use it to pleasure me. As soon as she does, I see a long spurt escape from her, into her panties, and drip onto the floor. She pauses her movements for a moment to tell me that she can't hold it much longer and is going to have an accident. I tell her that is okay, I don't want her to stop because it feels too good. As she continues I see a few more leaks escape. Finally, after a few minutes, she pauses again to tell me she's about to lose control and have an accident. I tell her that it’s okay to make a mess because I am so close. She starts stroking my cock vigorously as she sucks and I see her lose complete control in the mirror. She then looks up at me with my cock in her mouth and I see eyes of relief as she is letting it all go. At that moment, it's all too much for me, and I completely fill her mouth. As I come down from my orgasm, she cleans me up with her tongue while she finishes going on the floor… Thanks everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed living the experience!
  5. 23 points
    So a few months ago I wet my bed for the first time in my life that I can remember due to having a holding session the night before, which led to me waking up just moments before I lost control. The feeling of that wetting was amazing, but I was also embarassed and panicky about it because it wasn't planned like my usual omo escapades and my bed isnt protected so I don't wet there for fear of the cleanup. Regardless, Ive been thinking back to that wetting ever since and have even considered getting a protective sheet so I could try it again safely. I've had several mornings where I've woken up with the usual morning bladder pressure and fantasized about just letting it go again right there, though of course I don't. Yesterday started off as one of those mornings. I woke up, a bit earlier than usual and still a bit sleepy and groggy, and noticed right away that I needed to go. Nothing unusual of course, being first thing in the morning, but I was all bundled up and warm with no need to be awake so early and my thoughts drifted back to my previous bedwetting. I remembered the anxiety and fear as I lost control, the panic and adrenaline running through me as I heard and watched my bladder empty into my sheets and mattress. But the release had been orgasmic, and if not for the immediate dread I experienced when I had finished and realized what I'd done I'm sure it would have been a much more rewarding experience. I thought about that as I reached under my covers currently and rubbed my bladder and then my crotch, remembering the orgasmic feelings of relief and naughtiness I had experienced between all the shock. The thoughts had me excited, and my horny brain started talking to me like a devil on my shoulder. How about a little leak? Just a quick spurt or two? I didn't seem overly desperate despite my need to go, and intentional leaking is something I'm no stranger to. Besides, I had worn sweatpants to bed, which were heavy and absorbent. Maybe a leak would calm my urge so I wouldn't have to get up yet. I rubbed myself a bit more to these thoughts, then pulled my hand free from my pants and prepared to let out a squirt. I felt my body tense a second, followed by a small spurt. I could feel it briefly warm my crotch and peeked under the covers to check my pants, but nothing had leaked through. Satisfied, I relaxed a bit and allowed myself another, and felt the second leak come out in a tiny trickle that reached my leg. I stopped it again and checked the outside of the crotch of my pants with my fingers, but aside from the squishy feeling within my sweatpants still showed nothing. Confident in my ability now to leak and hold as I pleased, and feeling safe with my still-dry pants, I pulled the covers snugly around me and decided to leak just once more. I tightened up, prepared for it, and squirted it into my panties. Everything seemed fine at first, as I stopped it just like before. This time, however, my urethra burned, and my bladder twitched in protest. A smaller spurt suddenly followed, quick and unexpected. I clamped it off and tightened my legs, holding my breath for a second, but then I felt another trickle, faster now than before. I clamped down again, my rational mind finally starting to kick in, but I only managed to slow it down rather than stop it completely. I quickly wiggled my covers off and sat up in the bed to control things, but as soon as I went from laying to sitting my bladder tightened and dropped. The innocent trickle was now a stream that was flowing freely into my clothes, pooling around my crotch and thighs and seeping around to my butt. I shot my hand into my crotch and clenched with both muscles and fingers, but it only resulted in wetting my hand. I removed my hand, now dripping, and began to push off the bed to get up and make a dash for the bathroom, but the second I tried lifting my butt from the mattress my bladder had enough. The trickling stream became a forceful gush that sprayed into my panties, soaking through the already damp material in seconds before moving on to my pants. I was partially lifting off the matress as this happened but the force of the release pushed me down, plopping my soggy bottom back into contact with my mattress. A wet hissy splashing sound rose up from the bed as this happened, along with the familiar smell of pent up morning pee. My mind raced, excited yet panicked, as I sat there dumbly flooding myself, knowing I was well past being able to stop or move. I looked down, watching my supposedly absorbent sweats go dark as I piddled in them relentlessly, a dark blue stain spreading beneath me on my baby blue sheets, signaling another disaster for my mattress. I sat in my hissy stinky haze for a good forty seconds before it stopped, finally ending in a tiny trickle much the way it started. I moved into cleanup mode before even assessing the damage, knowing damn well I had a code red event on my hands. The cleanup was easier with my experience from the first time, but I won't get greedy with my horny leaking again.
  6. 22 points
    This is another story that I'd actually forgotten about, but I was reminded of it the other day. This incident happened before I knew that I was into this. A few years ago, during the summer, my boyfriend I had at the time and I went golfing. Now, I'm not really into golfing. I was a softball player, so I was in the habit of swinging the golf club more like a softball bat. Usually I just drove us around on the cart, but every once in a while, I joined in. I was wearing khaki capris, and a pink top. Before we left the club house, we grabbed a couple of waters and Gatorades. We started out on the first hole, and made our way around. About the twelfth hole, I of course, started to notice that I had to pee. The way the course is set up is that the first, ninth, and eighteenth hole were by the club house. So we basically just left the club house again, and I didn't want to interrupt our game. There wasn't anyone behind us, but I still didn't want to leave the course. It wasn't that bad yet either, barely noticable, so we kept playing. We get to the sixteenth hole, and I'm starting to get desperate. I finally told my boyfriend that I needed to pee, and he admitted that he did too. We both decided to go off the course behind some trees and bushes to go pee. He went down one way, and I went the opposite way, to give each other a little privacy. By this point I had to pee so badly. I've never been good at squatting and peeing either. I always manage to get it all over my clothes anyway. I'm standing there desperate, trying to figure out how I'm going to accomplish this. Getting distracted I actually started leaking, and then I started panicking, and then I started leaking even more. I pushed my hands against me so hard, and I could feel my hands getting wet. I could see the crotch of my pants darkening. I'm dancing around, still trying to figure out what I'm doing. My abdominal muscles were growing tired, and I could feel them giving in. Then my boyfriend came around the corner, and I looked up at him, and lost it all. Pee started running through my hands, and down my legs. It felt good to let go, but I was so ashamed. My boyfriend was so kind though. He tried to make it as lighthearted as he could. This wasn't my first accident with him, but it was still embarrassing nonetheless. We decided to call it a day because the sun was starting to set anyway.
  7. 22 points
    This experience happened a few years when I was 15, and was right around the time I was just starting to experiment with self-omo. I had a long distance "internet boyfriend" at the time and we commonly talked on Skype video calls for hours at a time. It was easy to lose track of time, among other things, when talking to him. I did these calls on my computer at my bedroom desk to give you an idea of the setting. We were talking like normal one night, and had been for a couple hours already, when I suddenly noticed just how much I needed to go to the bathroom. I usually tried to go before starting my calls with him since I knew how long they lasted and was shy about excusing myself but he had called me a bit earlier than usual this time and I hadn't had a chance to do so. It didn't seem like that big of a deal so I ignored it, and sure enough the urge subsided only a few minutes later. We continued talking and doing our usual joking around and flirting and I completely forgot about that little urge until an hour or so after the first one when I noticed it once again. It seemed a bit more real this time, and in normal circumstances I probably would have headed to the bathroom at this point, but I was really enjoying our current conversation topic and was too stubborn to interrupt it. So I held it, again, except this time the urge didn't go away completely. It subsided a bit from the initial alert but a definite feeling of fullness remained. Thirty minutes go by. Then another thirty. By now, I'm getting squirmy in my chair, and occasionally grabbing my crotch a bit, out of view of my webcam of course. We had been on the phone for 3 hours, and I hadn't used the bathroom in at least 5. I started mentally rehearsing how I would tell him I'd be right back, that I was going to get another drink or something, because God forbid he know what I was actually doing. Not right now, though. I'll tell him in a few more minutes. You know how that goes, of course. Our conversation gets more flirty again, and my infatuated brain loses its focus. That focus only returns another 20-30 minutes later when I suddenly feel my bladder tense up and a little leak runs into my pajama shorts. I clenched up immediately, slamming my legs together under my desk where he couldn't see, and discretely pressed a hand to my crotch to check for damage, completely caught off guard by the intensity of my need. As I said, I was new to self-omo at this time, and most of my personal experiences had been limited to things like peeing in the shower, sink, or a container of some sort, and not actual self-wetting yet. I didn't do my own laundry at this point (but started to not long after this) so wetting my clothes was considered a no-go to me for irrational fear of being caught. Leaking in my clothes just I had just done wasn't something I was familiar with, and the prospect of wetting my shorts any further sent me into panic mode. My boyfriend was in the middle of telling a story about something he was passionate about as this was happening, and I held on for dear life as I waited for the slightest break in his conversation so I could make up an excuse to run for the bathroom, already bracing my body and feet to jump right of my chair. But he just kept talking, going on and on, and I couldn't bring myself to interrupt. Less than a minute into enduring this since my first leak, it happened again, and worse this time. More of a spurt than a leak. Frantic, bursting, not thinking clearly and worried to death about my shorts and fabric chair, I scooted my butt to the edge of it, discretely pulled my shorts down just enough, and thanked the Lord that my webcam could only see from the chest up. I smiled into the camera and tried to look normal as six hours worth of pee erupted onto the bedroom carpet under my desk, spraying out in a way that hit the backs of both of my legs and splattered all over my bare feet. I didn't dare look down to see what was happening, staring blankly into the camera and nodding as my boyfriend continued his story. A loud ffffffssssssshhhhhhhpppp! type sound filled my room as I continued to wet the floor, the sound becoming more splashy and wet as the carpet became more saturated. I could now feel the warm sodden fibers spreading under and around my drenched toes. I prayed that my mic wasn't picking up the noises under my desk, or if it was that my boyfriend couldn't hear it over his rambling. I hosed things down for a few more seconds before the stream finally dripped to a halt. I gingerly reached down and pulled my shorts back up, dismayed to find they had gotten pretty wet regardless from being too close to the splash zone. I scooted myself back into my seat and rolled my chair backwards a bit to clear my feet from the puddle. I finally glanced down as I did this, and the reality of what I just did smacked me in the face. My once tan carpet was now a deep dark brown, the main puddle having spread almost all the way to the wall behind my desk and still glistening from the fresh wetness that hadn't yet absorbed into the drenched material. I had to sit there smelling my own pee and feeling my wet shorts cling to me for another half an hour before I was able to make up an excuse to leave. Managed to blot the hell out of the carpet with a wet soapy towel then covered it with a dry one overnight, sprayed Febreeze and scrubbed it the next day when I was alone.
  8. 20 points
    She just made it back to the hotel room … but not in time to get her panties down.
  9. 19 points
  10. 19 points
    An age old idea. Let me know if you guys want me to continue with this story. ----- 9:30 AM. English class. Staring off into space instead of listening to the lecture. I really would like to pay attention, but I just couldn't anymore. I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. Three desks forward and one to the right and there's Janice's leg jiggling up and down. I looked up at her desktop to see a large but empty water bottle, and then I looked further up to see her face checking the clock. Poor girl. Still 20 minutes til break, and Mrs. Roman is notoriously harsh about letting people out during class. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that she didn't know the half of what she was in for but the blood rushing to my boner was stronger. I watched Janice for bit. She was a cheerleader and even had her uniform on currently as all the cheerleaders did when we had pep rallies. Suddenly she crossed her legs and began bouncing them together, checking the clock again. 9:35. I wondered if she had drank that entire bottle of water since she last peed. I looked at Janice and focused. I had gotten pretty good with my newfound skills at this point, about a year after acquiring them. Yeah, you might think saving the world or something would be a better use, but the fact is that I'd end up a lab rat and I'm just not down for that. So I decided to live my life and discreetly reap the benefits of my "gift." I looked at Janice's abdomen and imagined a force forming around her bladder. I could feel it like I was holding it myself. I rocked it back and forth slightly, feeling the sloshing inside. Janice let out a tiny gasp and leaned over her desk, her hand shooting between her legs. Poor thing. Her bladder did feel as full as that water bottle. She was bursting much more than she let on. Janice checked the clock so I did too. 9:42. She must be worried about making a mess of that cheerleading uniform before the pep rally. Only 8 minutes til relief, Janice. She bit her lip. She still had her hand discreetly between her legs, surely pressed firmly against her urethra to keep the flow back. For the next 5 minutes, I sloshed and massaged Janice's bladder gently. She squirmed in her seat as I squeezed her full bladder and furrowed her brow, clearly no longer able to pay attention to class or hide her desperation. 9:47. I squeezed. I could feel a squrt of liquid exit the balloon I was playing with, surely right into Janice's panties and skirt. She grabbed herself with both hands and let out a small moan, leaning as far forward on her desk as she could. Everyone nearby turned to look and her face turned bright red. I almost felt bad but not bad enough. I squeezed again, a longer spurt this time. Janice's hand suddenly shot into the air. "Yes, Janice?" "Um, I-" She was practically trembling. I guess she was pissing herself in class currently. "Can I use the restroom please?" Mrs. Roman frowned and looked at the clock. "There's literally 3 minutes of class left! You're a big girl, you can hold it for 3 minutes." She returned to writing the homework problems on the board. Janice's face burned red. I continued to massage and play with her bladder and she squirmed and writhed in her seat desperately, surely feeling like she was on the edge of pissing herself at any moment. And she was. I could feel the amount of liquid in her bladder and the pressure must have felt enormous. I noticed her hands moving up and down, like she was now rubbing her pussy for relief. I continued to tease her, but I eased up a bit. 9:59. Janice had her bag packed already and was watching the clock ready to run to the bathroom. I felt cruel as I imagined what I was about to do. 10:00. The bell rang. Janice jumped, despite having been anticipating it, and I felt the pressure in her bladder decrease. Another spurt lost into her panties. She seemed to give her pussy one last rub and squeeze and then stood up, making a break for the door. Most students were still seated and packing up. Suddenly the unthinkable happened. "Janice, can I talk to you?" Mrs. Roman said as she began walking over from her desk, holding what appeared to be a test in her hand. Oh god, this was too perfect. Too cruel, but too perfect. "Actually Mrs. Roman I really need to-" I squeezed. Janice bent over at the waist, raising a leg to squeeze her thighs together, her hands pressing on the top of her thighs but surely wishing to be between them. "Are you okay?" Mrs. Roman asked, and reached out to touch Janice on the shoulder. I saw as Janice saw that everyone was looking now. "Yes I just-" She tried to say, but I squeezed again. A little bit, then more and more. It was time to make it all come out. Janice gasped and a dark patch could be seen forming between her legs. She seemed to stand frozen as it grew bigger and bigger, until eventually little rivers of pee began to run out from under her skirt and down her legs to the floor. She snapped out of her trance and tried to head for the door. Poor girl. She took one step and I used my powers to grab her ankles where they stood, legs spread wide. Pee began flowing like a torrential downpour out the sides of her panties and straight onto the floor, splashing loudly onto her socks and into her shoes. It was just for a second but it was enough to open the floodgates completely and as I let her go, she rushed out of the room leaving a trail of pee behind her. Her white cheerleading skirt, socks and shoes were now all wet and yellow. I looked down at my pants to find a wet spot of my own. Damn.
  11. 19 points
    From events in the holding chat at the disco, apparently someone can't make it to 2 hours
  12. 19 points
  13. 19 points
    peeing my panties and my skirt after work today
  14. 18 points
    Leaking Leanna Leanna rubbed her tummy as she sat on the bus to hospital. Martin had the car today, as he did most days. ‘That’s another thing that might change later this year’, she thought as the bus crept through the morning traffic making her feel a little nauseous. Hormones were causing havoc already in her body and excitement wasn’t helping. Leanna sucked another mint and sipped more water. She still had another 20 minutes before she would reach the hospital but thankfully she had left in plenty time. ‘Leanna Harp here for my first scan.’ ‘Yes that’s great. Have you had your litre of water? There a jug and cups right over there if you feel you can still manage more. Please take a seat and you’ll be called through shortly.’ Leanna took a seat with her back to the reception and crossed her legs. She’s definitely had at least a litre of water and she could really feel it in her bloated tummy. She rubbed it again looking forward to the first glimpse of her precious child. ‘If only Martin could have been here’ she thought. Just then Martin texted. Leanna read it and replied crossing her legs the opposite way as she did so. She couldn’t get comfortable as her clothes felt tight and her lower belly swollen. She snapped a picture of her lower belly and sent it to Martin with the text: ‘if this is how I look at 12 weeks I’ll be a whale by the time I reach 40! Mind you there’s a TON of water in there too!’ Martin replied immediately in his usual complimentary way, with a little hint of a tease too. ‘You look very beautiful with a baby belly...even more beautiful than you were this morning. But I can’t help wondering what’s bigger right now...our baby or your bladder!’ Leanna smiled. Martin always had liked boasting of her bladder and he’d more than once tried to fill it to its absolute capacity playfully teasing her to keep on holding until they were away from company. Leanna always loved the effects that seemed to have on Martin and she wondered about mentioning even now how much she wanted to wee. Her friends had hinted that pregnancy hormones often suppressed libido but so far it had only served to boost Leanna’s as her growing breasts, increasing curves and moist vagina made her long for Martin in ways she had never experienced. Even sitting in a hospital clinic waiting room with a very full bladder she could sense her nipples hardening and her pelvis twinging just reading her lovers texts! Maybe it was for the best Martin had to work after all or Leanna would never have got back to work herself! ‘Leanna Harp please’ Leanna stood up feeling the weight of the water immediately in her bladder. She clenched her muscles as she’d done many times before and followed the radiographer into the room. He patted the bed and Leanna climbed up, swinging her legs as she did so. She tried getting comfortable and shuffled around a little until she concluded that getting comfortable whilst really needing the toilet probably wasn’t going to happen. ‘Can you confirm your date of birth please?’ ‘And could you tell me the date of your last period?’ ‘And finally can you confirm that your bladder is full?’ ‘Oh it’s most definitely full sir. I last went to the toilet three hours ago and I’ve been steadily drinking every since.’ ‘Perfect mam’ Leanna couldn’t help but hear Martin as the radiographer started squeezing cold gel onto a prong. Martin often asked her if her bladder was full when they were having fun together and even when she always said it was he would playfully give it a little press and buy her or pour her another drink. She ought to have realised long before they got together when they first met at a party at a mutual friend’s house warming and Martin’s eyes lit up as a tipsy Leanna in shorts and nylon tights and a skimpy top pee danced outside the only toilet moaning how bursting she was. Martin often told her how hooked he was from that moment on and how long it took him to find out her name and get her number and muster the courage to text. He’d have loved to have been here with her now not just to see their baby for the very first time but to see his new wife biting her lip as she held her sphincter muscles closed as tightly as she could. Leanna, lost in thought, jumped as the cold gel touched her abdomen. ‘Oh Jesus! I think I just dribbled!’ Unnerved by this ‘announcement’ the radiographer pressed firmly with his scope. ‘Oh....do you need to press that hard? I really do need the ladies and that isn’t helping!’ ‘I know mam. I’m sorry but I’ll be as quick as I can. Do try and not leak too much as the fuller your bladder the more your womb is pushed forwards and at this early stage of pregnancy we get a far better picture the further forwards your womb is.’ Leanna grimaced as the scope pressed and pushed against her bladder feeling her underwear moisten between her legs, the warmth and wetness making her urethra pound and throb. She distracted herself by focussing on the black and white screen to her side as she anxiously longed to see her baby appear. At first she couldn’t make out anything but she could hear a sloshing noise and lines across the screen but faintly in the distance she could hear a sort of light beat as her heart tingled. ‘What’s that noise? That drum beat thing? Is that what I think it is?’ The radiographer pressed a knob on the machine and smiled broadly whilst continuing to press the probe against Leanna. ‘That’s your baby’s heart beat you can hear.’ He then turned the screen away from Leanna as he moved the probe left and right, up and down all the time pressing firmly into Leanna’s bladder and womb. ‘Is...is everything ok?’ ‘Mam if you would excuse me a moment please. I just need to check something with my colleague first. There is a strong heart beat so please don’t worry. It’s just for my monitoring purposes really. I’ll be right back.’ He turned the monitor off and took the probe off of Leanna’s body. Leanna squirmed and tried to sit up. Tears came easily, but as she moved she also felt another drop or two leak from her urethra. Instinctively she grabbed herself and fidgeted. ‘Could I possibly use the toilet now? I really really need to go.‘ ‘My colleague will be right back mam and in order for us to see the images properly we really do need your bladder this full. If you could just hang on for another few minutes and I’ll be right back. Please don’t get too upset. It’s just procedure mam.’ Leanna bent forward on the bed and pressed her hand between her legs. She’d deliberately put on a flowing skirt which had been pulled up to past her belly button and she scrunched the material up tightly and pressed hard against her throbbing vagina as the radiographer quietly left the room to the sound of her moans and rocking. Leanna text Martin right away: ‘In room and scan started. Heard strong heartbeat but radiographer now gone to get a colleague to come back. I’m scared something is wrong but I’m also terrified I am going to piss all over this bed if they don’t come quick. I can’t stop holding myself I have to pee so so badly. I really wish you were here!’ Martine replied immediately: ‘I wish I was with you too honey. It will be ok. A strong heartbeat is reassuring sweetheart. Are you honestly that desperate babe?’ Leanna snapped a photo of her hand between her legs and sent it to Martin. ‘Yes I’m VERY desperate. I can feel my knickers wet through my hand.’ ‘You are one sexy woman! But seriously honey you can do this. It WILL be ok. I am being called into a meeting sorry! I love you so much and it WILL be ok. Our baby is strong. I just know it. See you soon and keep holding on. Love you xxx’ Leanna wiped her face as she knelt on the bed, rocking with her hand rubbing herself through her knickers. It was the only way she could prevent herself having an accident as she waited longingly for the radiographer to return. She wanted to pee so so badly but she wanted to, no she NEEDED to, know her baby was ok. If that meant having to keep her bladder at bay she had no choice but to wait. Despite the grabbing, rocking, stroking and squirming Leanna gulped as a spurt burst past her urethra and ran into her already wet knickers. She pressed a second hand between her legs as she knelt on the bed with both legs behind her, pressing and stroking for all she was worth. ‘Gotta hold. Gotta hold. Jesus do I HAVE to pee! Hurry up please. I can barely hold this!’ Another dribble escaped and in utter desperation Leanna grabbed the pillow that her head had been on and pressed it tightly between her legs. Straddling the pillow she rocked back and forth with her legs either side of the bed willing her body to not release. Her face red, her underwear increasingly wet and her legs tense and jittery she leaned forwards on the bed pressing her hands flat on the bed as she rode the pillow exactly as she rode her husband, often in the same state of urgent desperation as she found herself in currently. With her head down and the noise of her own heart beating fast as she rocked the pillow intensely Leanna failed to hear or see the radiographers return. All she was focussed on was stopping herself from releasing and letting go as the pillow dampened between her legs. ‘I think we’ll need to do this quickly don’t you? ‘Absolutely. Are there towels anywhere at all. I think we’ll need them for this one.’ Startled by the voices Leanna froze and looked up. Her voice horse and anxious she tried excusing herself feebly. ‘I...em...I’m trying my best to hold sir. It’s...really...urgent you see. Please PLEASE can I go to the....’ ‘I understand mam. Let’s get this done for you and then let you visit that toilet. I can see you appear to be somewhat bursting there. My colleague is just setting it all up now. Can you lie back if possible for us? Thank you mam.’ ‘I’ll....Jesus I’ll try but it’s...’ Leanne laid back with a hand tightly gripping still between her legs, her back arched and her body tensed. The first radiographer squeezed more gel onto the probe as he sat on a wheeled stood. His colleague pulled another stool the other side as he slipped two towels under Leanna’s bottom and between her legs and gently pressed her arched back down onto the bed and carefully removed her hand. With his other hand he gently wiped a tear from Leanna’s face and stroked her forehead. ‘Try and relax. This will be over in just a few minutes and then we will print off some beautiful images for you to treasure.’ As the cold probe pressed once more into her abdomen Leanna shook, bit her lip hard and clenched her face trying to keep her urethra closed. She quietly sobbed. ‘Is...is everything ok? I’m so sorry..I’m leaking!’ The second radiographer looked down between Leanna’s legs and watched as drops formed on the wet crotch of her knickers and seeped into the towel which was on the already damp pillow. ‘We’re ok. It’s just urine. I’m not surprised looking at how full she is on the screen. You can hear it sloshing around and see how stretched her bladder is. Look Mrs Harp there’s your baby! You can see the head, the body nice and clear and the legs curled and kicking.’ Leanna beamed and tried to relax but this caused a spurt to shoot out and in the silence of wonder at the picture all three clearly heard the ‘sssssss’ and watched as the urine shot from Leanna’s underpants to the towel. ‘S....sorry. Pppp....please can I go to the toilet....please!’ As if they hadn’t heard her pleas, the radiographer moved the probe pressing a little more to the right than before. Lianna continued to bite her lip and squirm as even her fists clenched to try and hold back her bladder. ‘Yes I can see what you mean now. You were right to call me in for this.’ Leanna couldn’t bear it as the probe moved again pressing against her more than she could bare. Another loud hiss escaped as the second radiographer again checked between Leanna’s legs. ‘I think our time is about up. Can you print those pics? She’s leaking very badly now.’ ‘I just need a few more seconds. Don’t let her release yet. Do whatever you need to do. I know she’s going to want to see this.’ The radiographer who wasn’t scanning rolled the towel firmly and pressed hard against Leanna’s crotch. ‘Please Mrs Hart. Just hold on for a few more seconds. I’m doing everything I can this end to help you.’ ‘I....I can....’ ‘I’ve got it! Well done!’ ‘I can’t! I can’t hold this! Jesus it’s coming!’ With the towel still pressed tightly against her by the radiographer Leanna pushed against it with all her might as the leaking became a spurt which became a loud strong hiss. As his grip loosened the radiographer allowed the towel to move slowly away and rest on top of the pillow on the bed as urine continued to pour through Leanna’s knickers. She arched her back and moaned audibly as warm liquid arched up and then down drenching the towel completely. All the radiographers could do was stare in silence as time froze and Leanna burst... For a moment the only noise was that of sheer release and pouring liquid as Leanna pissed for all she was worth on the scanning bed in the hospital clinic. ‘Mrs Hard we are delighted to tell you that you have TWO healthy thriving foetuses both with very strong heart beats in two separate embryos. We’ll just get those photos printed for you now.’ ‘And by the way you also have the most incredible bladder too as that has to be the longest, strongest pee I have ever seen in my life. I think it’s safe to say you really WERE bursting!’ ‘I wish my husband had been here!’ ‘I’m quite sure he wishes he’d been here too man. I know I’m very glad I was here myself. Congratulations mam. You’ll probably be asked to come back in around four weeks.’ ‘There’s some hospital underwear here if you would like to change. The bathroom is right over to your right there.’ ‘Do I need to drink so much water next time too?’ ‘Well mam it would be amazing if you could please. Very amazing indeed.’
  15. 18 points
    Let me quote from your clips4sale page Brianna So you're expecting people to buy your clips and not share them, yet you then come here asking other people to share paid content from other producers and studios?
  16. 18 points
    roxanne2trim.mp4 I was sitting on this one for a while, I did Roxanne from Pokemon.
  17. 17 points
    I have been lucky enough to have two of my girlfriends be willing to have accidents for me knowing how much I like it. I'll see how this first story goes and if it's liked I'll tell more. Little bit of info about the girl before I start. We were both in our early 20's when we started dating. She was and still is a very attractive girl, she was average height, skinny with dark brown hair. The night of the accident she was wearing a white crop top, skintight blue jeans, and boots. We were going to a music festival in San Diego. Souther California for those unfamiliar with the name. The day was going great, we were drinking, and dancing losing ourselves in the music. There were a few stages for different artists to play and we went to the last and biggest one at the end of the venue. I'm a tall guy so I hate pushing into the crowd because I can see fine and don't want to block people, but she wanted to so we were in the middle of a big mass of people. Eventually She tells me she has to go find a bathroom and I'm obviously not going to let her go alone and I kind of have to go too so I walk with her. We find the port-o-potties and the lines are ridiculous. People are peeing on the floor around the toilets it's so bad. She looks at me and says she will just have to hold it and wants to go back to the stage. We get back into the crowd and at this point we are both fairly drunk, so we are dancing and grinding, can't keep our hands off each other type of stuff. About an hour after we tried to go to the bathroom I notice her fidgeting more than dancing. Crossing her legs and trying not to hold herself. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was fine and wanted to stay for the set. We were dancing again, me behind her, and she grabbed my hand and slowly moved it over her crotch. I felt it getting warmer and wetter. she started grinding on me harder because she could feel how much I liked it. She leaned back and whispered into my ear that she just couldn't hold it anymore. We kept dancing as she fully pissed her pants. I looked down and saw the dark area spread across her crotch and down the sides of her legs. I could feel my crotch getting warmer and wetter and didn't care, she was peeing so much that it was getting all over my pants. We danced and kissed and played with each other for what seemed like hours. Eventually it was too much to handle and we had to go back to my apartment. Of course by now I was desperate and she had become desperate again for the bathroom. She kept teasing me as we walked away that I was going to have an accident. We get outside the venue and call an Uber, the guy eventually shows up and took one look at my girlfriends wet jeans and said he couldn't give us a ride and took off. We were standing there waiting for another one when I hear splashing on the floor. I looked over and she had started to wet herself again. The already wet jeans started to get darker and darker as I watched her standing there peeing herself again. She walked up to and grabbed me, feeling how hard I was and knowing I loved what she was doing. She looked down at me and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I lost all control and she let out a gasp, she told me she couldn't believe what I was doing but never took her hand away. We kept Kissing and touching each other standing in our puddle. We got lucky that an Uber driver eventually picked us up, he said he would charge us extra because of the mess, but we were just happy to be going home. She didn't pee in the Uber because we had already learned our lesson on how expensive that is and we also didn't like to cause trouble for others unnecessarily. We just sat there touching each other in our wet pants until we got home.
  18. 17 points
  19. 16 points
    Hi all. I've been a lucky girl the last two days. My girlfriend had a little accident two days in a row and I had a sneeze pee Yesterday she came home from work and started doing all sorts of things in the kitchen. I'm watching her from the living room. I like watching her when she's busy doing things. She always talks to herself. It's kinda sexy. Sudden she yelps, grabs herself and sprints off to the loo going OOooooohhh! I walk over and ask what's wrong (knowing well enough what happened, but it's fun asking) and she tells me she had been postponing going to the loo for a while and it was suddenly too late. I look at her knickers around her ankles and they were very wet in the gusset and her leggings had a wet patch of about the size of a hand. Now today she had a doctor's appointment out of town. I was already at home from work. I was expecting her but she was later than expected. I get a message that she'd been in a traffic jam for a long time and then went shopping for some food and wasn't going to be long anymore. About 15 minutes later I see the lights of her car pull up in the driveway. The door opens and she comes sprinting through the garden, taking off her jacket on the way. She barges in, throws her jacket down, doesn't say hi, sprints to the toilet while opening her jeans and drops down on the bowl. I of course walk over and just like yesterday the gusset of her knickers was soaked. She later told me that she was already desperate when she entered the shop and even dribbled a bit at the cash registry thinking she was going to pee herself there and then but somehow managed to hold the rest until she got home. But then the trip from the car to the loo she dribbled and spurted the whole way. I love it when she has these little accidents. It doesn't happen very often though so two days in a row is really a treat. And this morning I was having my coffee and a cigarette on the terrace in the back of the house. I had to pee, but nothing too serious. I always have to pee. Out of the blue I get this violent sneeze attack. I sneezed sooo hard, three four times in a row. By the third I felt myself get warm and wet between the legs, by the fourth I was wet halfway down my thighs. I had to change out of my knickers and pajama pants. Those were my last two days. Love Liesje
  20. 16 points
    So in the middle of the night i wake up to a wet bed. What happened was a very interesting story. I had a dream that I was working in an office, but there were no bathrooms for the women, only for the men. So in my dream, I sat at my desk chair, and proceeded to pee my pants. And, then I orgasmed. Next thing I know, I wake up, with everything wet and a really really sensitive clit. Very interesting, and strange to me. I definitely think it's time for me to take a break from omo again, lol.
  21. 15 points
    So i'm new to this site. This section looks so fun! To see all these people break down in fine detail, makes you almost feel as if you were in thier shoes. Well here we go for my first... So this was only 2 weekends ago, shortly after the new years. I had hung out with a few friends at a bar. I didn't get a chance to party on new years, so we made up for it on this night. Now i'm not really a drinker, once in a blue. I'm a stoner, I love weed. So since my body isn't used to alcohol, so isn't my bladder. Spoiler out, but seems pretty obvious anyway. Alcohol = peeing like crazy At some point in the night, I should have went when my bladder told me to, but was caught up in conversation. When I finally did go, it was locked, and the other one was out of order. I was standing outside very desperate... 15 mins later the person finally came out, and I emptied my bladder successfully. We hung out until the bar closed for the night, which was about 3am. I ended up forgetting to pee getting caught up in conversation again. Once I was outside in the cold, my bladder responded. I was in between too shy to ask and feeling like I can make it home. I left my car home since I decided to drink, so it was about a 30 minute walk back to my house. Didn't feel like paying for Uber, so i just walked. Only 10 mins into the walk it started getting really bad. Instant regret striken me. I began to breathe heavily, and tried so hard not to think about it, but when youre drunk it's simply not an easy task, especially in the cold. 20 minutes I was already holding myself and moaning in discomfort. I've never had a genuine unplanned accident before, and I was not mentally prepared for it. My anxiety began to kick in, making it even harder to hold. Only 5 mins away I started to dribble, and my crotch and fingers were now wet. Finally I see my house. At this point I am sweating, panting, moaning, shivering because its cold, and my bladder is giving me a 'last warning' spasm that it's going to burst. I go up to my door, hopping around in motion while I took out my keys. Once the key went into the lock, pee started coming out, and it wouldn't stop. So I just let loose right where I stood, hearing all this pee gush out of me, crashing onto the pavement, and seeing the steam rise from it. I stood there for at least a minute, still peeing. I couldn't even believe how much I had to go. Finally stopped after 2 minutes of nonstop peeing, went inside, took off my wet clothes, showered, smoked some weed, and layed on my bed binge watching my show until I fell asleep. I feel like the accident happened due to holding previously, my bladder probably weakened from the first hold. So eversince that incident, the sensation of being unable to resist the pressure for another second, feeling pee flowing out of my urethra no matter how hard I clenched it, became extremely arousing to me. I felt like I let loose half on purpose, half by accident because it just felt so damn good to feel all this warmth spread, and now I just want to do it more often!
  22. 15 points
    Before I went to work I drank 32 oz of flavored water and a large coffee. I decided that the last time I was desperate at work without a pad or a diaper I wasn't quite confident, and had decided to pee even before I began to leak. This time I put on a thong, then a super absorbant pad then purple panties that were not even clean. Then my work jeans which are pale blue. It was going pretty good I was holding for a friend who told me that I would be punished if I started to leak. I checked in with him a few times and was proud to tell hims I was still dry like a big girl. I was at a nice tingly 8 for a long time, and keeping moving was helping me out. Whenever I stopped moving around and had to stand still, my bladder settled with gravity and the waves of urgency grew stronger. "It's ok, I have a bit of protection," I thought. A few ore times if standing in one spot instead of pacing which took the place of the pee pee dance) and I started to leak just a bit. "It's still ok. My pad will catch it." I thought. Eventually the little leaks had officially broken that fragile barrier, and the urges were getting harder and harder to control. I thought it was ok. I thought that I let enough pee go that the pressure was off for a while. It was for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly I almost completely lost it and had to run to an escape room (I was cleaning rooms at a motel) in case I had to grab myself. I began shaking and breathing fast. Those little shock waves which are awesome sent shivers all the way up my spine and my tummy up to my ribcage. This whole time I also had to poop. I wanted to go that morning already so it wouldn't interfere with my holding, but I couldn't go. This whole time while I was desperately trying not to pee, I was also trying desperately not to poop. So when the waves became too strong, I became desperate for both at the same time. I wasn't about to stop my game. Funny thing is that is I feel like it's gonna come out, the thong makes it feel like it's already out. I could have sworn that there was some that found its way out, but it was just my already wet thong. I had been working all by myself for most of the day. Then my husband comes to 'help out' even though I get stuff done better by myself. He was standing there outside of someone's hotel room asking me a question, I was standing inside the bathroom doorway stalling so I could continue squeezing my legs together and pray for the piss not to get onto my jeans. *note to self, thongs aren't good for wearing under a pad, the wetness will creep way up my ass and past the pad* The flood was so close to happening! I almost couldn't stop peeing myself! I was in someone's room cleaning the bathroom, and had to stop and cross my legs and hope the people don't come back. I crossed and un crossed 3 times before I stopped leaking. I really believed that there was a huge wet spot on my bottom! I hoped so hard that the two people I encountered didn't notice my wet pants. I escaped via the stairwell and back to the room I was staying in for the night, to get some piss relief, and to ease my looming panic. (And to take some pics.) My husband follows me a few minutes later and wants to know why I deadbolted the outer door. (There are people here who have a master key and the bathroom door doesn't have a lock.) He was concerned about if I was taking pics on my phone in the bathroom. I had to tell him that I was not (I totally was, as you know) I had to eventually tell him that I like to hold it because I can climax with no hands and I was checking to see if I was wet. (I totally was, as you know) I had planned getting total relief by emptying my bladder, but decided to have more fun with it, and I stopped halfway through. I still refused to poop. ( Another friend inspired me on this subject.) I didn't have time to change and clean up because my husband was suspicious, so I pulled up my wet thong, my purple panties with the still wet pad, and my jeans that, thank God, only had a teeny spot on my bottom, and went back to work. There was a short period of time where I stopped having the urges to pee and poop. The second wave always seems to come out of nowhere. This one sure did. Especially since there were two kinds of desperation going on at the same time. I thought I could make it longer, but just in case I went into the guest bathroom because I was right there anyway. I didn't want to risk another accident at work. That first one was quite a close call. It must have been a proximity thing because as soon as I locked myself in, the urgency was enough to almost make me fail once and for all. I didn't even have time to put the lid back down. I sat right down on the rim of the toilet At least I managed to pull the thong down too, because that's the time when I needed to poop as well as pee. If not I was about to wet my thong, just for fun, on behalf of my friend on here. I don't really do poop deaperatinons that often, but this one along with the second wave of my pee desperation, and nearly getting caught, and nearly wetting myself completely, twice in one day, both at work... Really gave me a great rush!
  23. 14 points
    this slut pee on me in her jeans without warning.mp4
  24. 14 points
    Alright, I'll admit it- I believe I have posted this video before. However, I have cleaned it up a bit and fixed some audio issues, so it is now better. It's been a while since I posted the original, so I figure it will still be new to some of you. I hope you enjoy the video! Feel free to let me know what you think. Oh... one more thing: This video does contain nudity, so if you're not into that, you might not want to watch the last part. Webcam.mp4
  25. 14 points
    Hey, I wouldn't normally share pornhub links because, well, I'm sure mostly everybody here checks the category from time to time, but this one girl... For the first time in my life I'm actually considering commissioning a paid video or two, so if anyone knows her handle on any site out there, or if she has done anything else (except those another two older videos of hers), then I'll be grateful. So without further ado, the links: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e25071021951 // dress https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e250586e33e0 // jeans (and moaning)
  26. 13 points
    Hey! It's been a while since I've been able to do anything on here. I don't know how often I'll be able to post here, but whenever I can I figured I'd make a thread for most of my omorashi artwork I make. The first one is Robin From Stranger Things. I tend to shy away from adapting anything live action, but I guess I never really got over it when she said she had wet herself sometime during season 3. I realize it's been out for over half a year, but in the interest of not spoiling things I elected to fabricate a scene in which she would wet herself rather than use the actual scene she would have allegedly wet herself. Hope you enjoy! You might notice I went a little overboard on her hair volume, and took a few liberties with her facial features (read: I am bad at replicating things). Hope you don't mind!
  27. 13 points
    I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy! Even FullHearts Can Overflow I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. Certainly it was a substantial fever, and with my luck perhaps I’d caught the latest strain of super strong flu that had been making the rounds at the office. By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. The fever was still terrible, but I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. I answered a few questions as best as I could, taking note of her tattoo sleeve going up her left arm, as well as her very obvious DD cup assets. I did my best not to stare too long, but I’m sure from the smirk on her face that Chelsea knew what kind of effect she was having on me. Heck, she probably had the same effect on all her patients. “Most likely, you’ve got that Flu X that’s been on the news lately,” Nurse Chelsea told me after a few minutes of poring over the data, “So we’ll keep you here on monitored bed rest until you recover. If you need anything, hit the buzzer on the wall there, right above your head, and I’ll make sure to check up on you or have another nurse come to do it.” She saw my eyes flick hastily to the partially open bathroom door in the corner of the room and the toilet within, then continued, “Yes, make sure you don’t get up for anything. If you need to relieve yourself, we’ll be more than happy to provide a bedpan.” “Yes ma’am” I gulped, embarrassed by this turn of events, but fully aware that I would have to deal with it. “Alright, rest up, watch some TV or take a nap, and we’ll be back to check on you later today, ok sweetie?” Nurse Chelsea finished, and I nodded my assent. I made sure to get a good look at her shapely rear as she turned and exited my room, stopping outside my door to grab a liter of water from another passing nurse and chug it down, and then continuing with her rounds. By 11 am I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer. I’d been resisting my filling bladder all morning, but finally it got the better of me. I pressed the buzzer, waited a few moments, then pressed it again to be sure. In two minutes, Chelsea was back in my room. “What can I do for ya, hun?” she asked me. “I really need to pee,” I told her with a slight tremor in my voice. I wasn’t used to admitting such a private need to such a good looking woman. “No problem!” Chelsea perked up, going across the room to fetch me a bedpan. She helped me get it in position and ten seconds later I was feeling the bliss of relief as my morning piss left my penis with record speed. After half a minute, I ran dry, and Chelsea took the half-full bedpan, noting with a grin, “Looks like you really needed that one!” “Yes, I’m very happy to see you again. You got here right in time!” I told her sheepishly. Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, “What do you mean ‘again’? Do I know you from somewhere?” I paused and stuttered, “Erm, no, I mean, you just checked on me a few hours ago…” Now it was Chelsea’s turn to pause for a few seconds, but then recognition sprang into her eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry dear! This happens all the time! You met Nurse Chelsea this morning. I’m her twin sister Kelsey!” My eyes went up and down over her body, and I realized that while she was identical to Chelsea in almost every way, Kelsey’s sleeve tattoo was on her right arm instead. At least I had a way to tell the sisters apart. “Now you rest up and just let us know if you need anything else!” Kelsey said and turned to leave. But a new thought had just hit me. When I saw that the two sisters’ bodies looked exactly alike, that meant they had all the same curves. Same cup size, same round butt…..and same bulge in the abdomen. There was no way….I had to ask. “Kelsey-“ I stopped her as she was leaving. “What is it, sugar?” the buxom nurse asked, turning her head around. “I apologize if this question oversteps my bounds, but I’m just very curious. I know you and Chelsea are identical twins, but did you really both plan to get pregnant at the same time? You both seem to be the same amount of time along from what I can see of your bellies. I just thought it was an odd coincidence is all.” Now Nurse Kelsey gave a laugh, “Oh, you really are something else! No, no, I’m not pregnant, and Chelsea’s not either, the little devil.” The nurse walked in closer to me and spoke softly, “See, one of the perks about coming to FullHearts Hospital is how clean and pristine the entire establishment is kept at all times. Be honest, you haven’t noticed more than a speck of dust or filth since you got in here, right? Our staff and management take pride in that, and one of the ways we endeavor to keep up our cleanliness standards is to keep all bathrooms, toilets, and bedpans as patient-only. So no, we’re not pregnant, sis and I, those lumps are just our bladders after a long shift. Just over 11 hours now for both of us!” “11 hours?? My gosh, don’t you have to go? By all means, you can use the bathroom in my room, I’m not allow-“ I was cut off by Nurse Kelsey. “Oh hun, don’t you worry about us. One of the qualifications for becoming a full time staff member here at FullHearts is being able to hold your load and stay hydrated at all times. A full bladder doesn’t bother us, and it shouldn’t bother you! If I do say so myself, my toilet at home has seen its fair share of monster pisses after long shifts like this, but as long as I’m on duty I keep things corked up. So try to relax, and don’t worry about us, ok?” Nurse Kelsey finished with a smile, barely waiting for my nod in response before turning to exit. I’m sure she had many more patients to attend to. As she reached the door, I had to do a double take, because Nurse Chelsea walked passed her and down the hall. It was going to take a bit of getting used to seeing two sexy, curvy, identical women like this. “Hey Chels! We got another one who thinks I’m you! Said even our bladders look the same, how bout that?!” Kelsey called out to her sister while leaving the room. “Pssh, well that’s not right! Everyone on the floor knows this twin is the one with the bladder of steel!” I heard Chelsea shout back from down the hall. “I hope we get suckered into double shifts so I can make you eat those words!” Kelsey replied heartily. I saw her rub her distended bladder briefly through her nurse’s uniform, then grab a bottle of water from behind a counter and begin to drink it as she walked down the hall and out of my view. This was going to be a unique hospital stay, indeed….. By 3 pm I couldn’t help but press my buzzer again. The IV drip was filling my bladder back up at a rapid rate, in addition to the drinks I’d received with my bed-ridden lunch, and I needed some more relief. I was all ready to check their arm tattoos to make sure I knew whether it was Chelsea or Kelsey who came to help me, but this time an Asian nurse made her way into my room. She was Filipino, by the looks of it, a little shorter than the twins, but she had an air of confidence about her. She was also sporting a fairly massive bladder bulge, as I assumed that if Chelsea and Kelsey weren’t pregnant, then this third nurse probably wasn’t pregnant either. “Hello, I’m Nurse Jasmine. What can I assist you with?” she asked me with a slight accent. I spoke of my need to relieve myself, and the nurse sprang into action with a bedpan. I managed to fill it up almost as much as last time, and I noticed that Nurse Jasmine seemed to be standing a bit stiffly as she waited for me to finish. I decided to be brazen and asked her, “Have you been holding it long? Nurse Kelsey told me that none of the staff are permitted restroom breaks on site here.” Jasmine flashed me a smile, “Oh those twins…they think they can hold it, but we’ve got some real tankards in this hospital.” I was not expecting this comment, because to me, the 11 hours that Kelsey spoke of holding her pee for was damn impressive. Nurse Jasmine started taking the bedpan away, then continued her train of thought, “Myself included. I’m on 18 hours and still feeling just fine. My shift ends in a couple more hours, but I’ll probably catch a few hours of shut eye and go out for drinks before I even think of relieving my large bladder.” “That’s incredible!” the words left my mouth before I could process them. Nurse Jasmine’s smile grew wider, “Well thank you kindly. But like I said, some of the women at FullHearts are made of titanium down there. If I didn’t know it was a medical necessity, I’d be convinced some of the doctors have never sprung a leak in their lives! Doctor Sarah Gallagher, I saw her go 40 hours without a piss during a procedure and not even cross her legs. Even I’d be breaking my neck to last that long without a wee.” Nurse Jasmine left my room, and I was left to my fantasies. Nurse Chelsea came back to check up on me at 6 pm. She apologized for the delay, but explained that the doctors were behind schedule due to the flu outbreak, so they were only now getting ready to have the experienced professional come to look me over. I told her it was no problem to stay in a hospital with such attractive staff, which earned me a blush and a wink. Chelsea was fidgeting a little as she spoke, and her bladder bulge also seemed to have increased by a few inches, and this she acknowledged, “Why yes, hun, and I think yours would have too if you went 18 hours and didn’t stop one time to pee.” I told her that Nurse Jasmine had been holding for that exact length of time when she came to check on me 3 hours prior, and she wasn’t showing such obvious signs of desperation, and Chelsea frowned briefly, “That bitch…don’t listen to her, Kelsey and I can hold circles around the other nurses. We’ve probably just drunk more than she did….” I let her excuse hang in the air and didn’t comment on it, and before Nurse Chelsea could say anything else, another woman stepped into the room. She was a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, huge boobs nearly popping out of her top, and if Chelsea looked 3 months pregnant, then the blonde certainly looked more like 5 months. “I’m Doctor Sarah Gallagher, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for the delay. As I’m sure Nurse Chelsea explained to you, we’re just running behind today. This new Flu X has left us understaffed as well, but there’s no rest for the weary!” “It seems that even you need to take a comfort break at some point, Doctor. Do you really not feel that?” I asked, pointing to her enlarged abdomen. “I’m not a school girl who needs to rush to the lavatory to avoid wetting her knickers every time some pee enters her bladder. I cannot be bothered by such things, and thankfully I have the urine tank to prove it! I’ve been on duty for the last 30 hours without a toilet, but like I said, that isn’t a problem for me.” Doctor Gallagher replied confidently. She reached into the pocket of her medical jacket, took out a half-empty bottle of water, and finished it off before looking over my charts. When her eyes moved back to me, I told her about my experience from earlier in the day, “Nurse Jasmine told me you once lasted 40 hours on a procedure. Is that true?” Doctor Gallagher huffed, “Jasmine needs to cut that out….goodness, every time she tells that story………….It was 45 hours, and that’s not the longest I’ve ever gone. I don’t know why that one procedure stands out to her. I don’t think she understands that I have the bladder of a horse!” “You will have to teach her a lesson!” I joked, but Sarah’s reply was serious when she said, “You’re right, perhaps Jasmine will have to start working double shifts from now on….” Just then, the lights went out. The machines turned off. For five seconds all was dark throughout the hospital and I heard shouts of panic from other rooms and wings of the building. Then a low light came on and the medical machines hummed back to life. Sarah Gallagher was now looking on angrily, “Dammit! Why’d we lose power?? We’ve switched over to the emergency generators, but this is not good!” “What should we do??” Chelsea asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We need to conserve as much power as we can,” Doctor Gallagher said forcefully, reaching for a radio in her pocket, “I’m going to put the whole place on a lockdown. Nothing runs unless absolutely necessary. All the automatic doors on the floors need to be locked in the open position, elevators will have to be shut down, and we’ll have to lock our entry doors and re-route all incoming patients to another facility. No one leaves. Everyone stays on duty until we can get our normal power back.” The doctor turned to me briefly, and again her voice was serious, “You wanted to see me break 45 hours? You just might…” Then she walked briskly out of my room, with Nurse Chelsea tagging along a second later. All around I could hear the other staff milling about, trying to salvage as much of the situation as they could while keeping the patients calm. My mind was whirring – everyone stayed on duty. Bathroom breaks were not allowed. How long could FullHearts Hospital possibly function with its all-female staff put under such strain? I could tell they were some of the most dedicated and strong-bladdered women on the planet, but even they had to have limits! Alas, there was nothing I could do but lay and wait as time ticked by and bladders filled. I was ok with this. The evening wore on. The emergency lighting was dim, but I could see just well enough in my room and out into the hall. Every minute or two another nurse or doctor would flit by, scowling and shaking their heads, no doubt flustered by the sudden power outage. And what caught my eye was that every single one of them was sporting a very prominent bladder bulge. Sarah Gallagher was right – these were no school girls. These were women who knew how to hold their pee! Every time one of the nurses made their rounds and stopped in my room to check on me, I commented on the state of their bladder. Each nurse was open about talking about how badly her bladder was bursting, but they were all also equally confident about their unmatched abilities to hold it for as long as necessary. And none of them were showing any desperation anymore – not even Nurse Chelsea when she came to check on me at 10 pm with a 22 hour unrelieved bladder. She had been fidgeting 4 hours earlier, but now she was as steady as a rock (and her bladder certainly looked as hard as one!) as she monitored me and asked me a few questions relating to my condition. “Don’t you need to pee anymore? It seems that none of the ladies on staff have to go at all!” I exclaimed to her, unable to help myself. Chelsea bit back a smile, and I could see very small tears of pain coming from the corners of her eyes. So she was suffering from the strain. But her reply was simply, “We are professionals here at FullHearts Hospital. This is how we got the reputation in the medical community for being known as FullBladders Hospital. You won’t see us behaving any differently just because of the mass of urine inside us. We are grown women who can hold it, and we have to do just that during a crisis like this. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to keep moving and check on the other patients…” Nurse Chelsea left me to my bed, while I suspected she had other reasons for wanting to keep moving besides just helping the patients. Her bladder was bulging like a globe thru her nurse’s outfit. It had to be causing her problems. Of course I thought that about every nurse and doctor I saw, especially when Doctor Sarah Gallagher walked passed my room an hour later with two other doctors at her sides. Each of them looked to be containing near a gallon in their stretched abdomens, but they all walked with a purpose and showed no signs of their urinary dilemma besides a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. I was maddeningly aroused by the sights and sounds around me, but alas, I was in the hospital for a reason. I really was sick, and despite my best efforts, my body had had enough and I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime close to midnight. When I awoke, the clock on the far wall told me it was 10 am. Despite the fact that my body needed the rest, I couldn’t help but be disappointed. This was the best chance I’d ever have to see a group of iron-bladdered women desperate at once, and I’d let it slip through my fingers and fallen asleep. Surely I’d missed the main event by now. There was no way these women were still ho-… My mind went blank momentarily as Doctor Sarah Gallagher strode into my room. She seemed to be containing a beach ball under her outfit, but that wasn’t what it was. Sarah Gallagher was burstingly full of piss. Piss that she’d now been keeping inside herself for 46 hours. The good doctor was sweating more profusely than she had been the previous night, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she kept her legs close together as she walked and stood, but otherwise she was somehow able to compose herself normally and speak to me as if she was not mind blowingly desperate to piss. “You know, when I broke passed 45 hours, I thought of what your reaction would be…then I decided I’d better come see it in person,” Sarah told me with a smirk, “It’s not every day I have to push myself to get this full and still keep working, but unfortunately this isn’t just any other day. I have yet to hear a definitive update on our power situation.” “Are you quite sure you don’t need to relieve yourself?? What about the other girls?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t question the dedication of the staff of FullHearts Hospital. We have strong bladders and will put them to good use. You won’t see any member of the staff break down and piss while on duty, if that’s what you mean. These aching piss tanks will keep swelling as large as we need them to, and not one of them will even think about bursting.” Having given me such a rousing status update, Doctor Sarah took a minute to check on my flu, pulled out and chugged down half of a full bottle of water, then left the room, again with smaller, more pointed steps than I was used to seeing out of her. Despite her best efforts, I could tell she was dying to let loose her flood for the first time in 46 hours. At noon I was visited by Nurse Kelsey. Her bladder was round and swollen with 36 hours of piss clawing to get out. Her hair was matted to her face and forehead from sweat, and despite her very best efforts she could not stop a small tremor from continuing in her leg while she stood. Even so, Kelsey somehow managed to be totally professional as she did her checkup on me, never once wavering or halting things because of a pang from her bladder. I decided to gauge her reaction when I asked if she needed a relief, and Kelsey told me sternly, “No sir, I wouldn’t even think of it now. We FullHearts nurses know how to put our patience to the test. We’ve never had a girl lose her load on the clock and I’m not about to be the first!” As Kelsey left my room, Nurse Jasmine entered. Apparently whoever had scheduled the nurses’ rounds was a little too preoccupied with their unending need for relief, because I’d been double booked! As Nurse Jasmine ran through the same series of questions and tests that Kelsey had just administered, I noted that she was standing with her legs apart, and now there was no fidgeting coming from her. What a woman! I had to find her limits, however, so in a bit of naughtiness, I acted like I wanted to look at one of the charts she had in her hands, but ‘accidentally’ pressed on her bladder to adjust my position. The effect was instantaneous. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched together as breath hissed loudly out between her lips, and her strong legs clamped right together. She did not cross them, and she did not put a hand between her legs, but I don’t know if I’ve seen someone holding back such pure pee-need. This was a girl who needed to let go in the worst way. Just from the rigidness of her posture, I could tell it was taking everything Jasmine had to keep her dam plugged up and forceful piss inside. She was quivering with the effort, her muscles tensed to the max. And amazingly, after ten seconds or so like this, Jasmine was able to relax ever so slightly as the wave of urgency I had caused her ended, and she continued as if nothing had happened. I was in awe, and after Nurse Jasmine finished checking her notes, she leaned in close and told me softly, “You’re lucky that my bladder seems to be made of steel. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little one, but there are not many girls who can withstand that sort of extra pressure after 39 hours without a toilet. You might not want to ‘slip’ anymore…” I nodded and apologized, but she cut me off, “Don’t apologize, at least not to me. No need. I can take it. Nothing’s going to make me crack, no matter how much longer we’re without power.” And so Nurse Jasmine left me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. Around 2 pm I was visited by a redhead nurse I had only seen in passing. She introduced herself as Amy, and she had a bladder bulge that managed to almost rival Sarah Gallagher’s. Nurse Amy also didn’t appear quite as exhausted as the other ladies who had seen me today, though she was a good deal more fidgety due to her unbridled pee urges. With such a full bladder, it was a wonder she wasn’t doubled over from the pain. I asked Amy how she could be so wide-eyed and cheerful after so long on duty, and she explained to me that, with no end in sight to the power outage, the nurses and doctors had begun sleeping in some spare rooms on the top floor in shifts, just for a few hours each. She had just woken up an hour ago. I asked her how all the women were possibly managing to fall asleep with such massively full urinary organs, but Amy replied, “With how hard everyone is working to ignore their bodily urges and help our patients, we’re all dead tired by the time our break comes. Plus I’m sure we’ve all trained ourselves to fall asleep with bursting bladders anyway, for efficiency’s sake. I know I have….” Despite Nurse Amy’s confidence, I couldn’t see how this prolonged power failure could end in any way other than a hospital-wide breakdown in self-control and floods of pee eventually coating the floors. And it seemed to be already in the early stages of happening – multiple times I saw women with maxed out bladders walking passed my room, clearly going out of their minds with desperation. They were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, even clutching their pussies if they thought no one was looking. One redhead even grabbed herself to stem the oncoming tide in full view of her coworker whom she was walking with. The coworker could do nothing but shake her head sympathetically while the poor redhead fought for control of her shaking sphincter. The girl succeeded, just as every member of FullHearts Hospital had to this point, and both women continued on dryly. The redhead even began working on another bottle of water before she was out of my view. Watching all these powerful, prideful women being pushed to their limits was driving me wild, and as the afternoon wore on I felt some strength returning to me. Probably it was just the adrenaline from being in such an arousing situation, but no matter, I was going to put my newfound energy to good use. With a huff and a puff, I gingerly arose from my bed. My IV had been removed permanently the previous evening, so I was just on bedrest now. I decided it was time to explore the halls. Watching the nurses pass by my room was nice, but I was greedy. I wanted to see more! As I roamed the halls of FullHearts Hospital, the tension hung thick in the air. It was so heavy I could feel it weighing me down, surely the same way the women felt their voluminous bladders weighing down their midsections. Oh how I’m sure they wanted nothing more than to let that piss burst forth from them, let the pain subside and let themselves be comfortable again. Only their pride held them back. I saw it in each of their faces. Each woman was more determined than the last. They would all hold. They would not use the toilet, no matter how much their bladders swelled, no matter how much their sphincters ached, no matter how bad the pressure got. It was like a dream – everywhere I turned there were more desperate women, women so clearly on the total verge of urinary disaster, but still holding back their ruinous pee need through sheer willpower, sheer ego alone. Some of the stronger nurses and nearly all of the doctors attempted to straighten up and act normally when I passed by, but others couldn’t help themselves and continued clutching their thighs, rubbing their legs together, squeezing their fists into their crotches, and doing whatever sort of pee dance was needed to fight and resist the unbearable urge for seconds more, and seconds after that. On and on it went, the parade of desperate women, but more importantly, the parade of desperate DRY women. There was not one leak at FullHearts Hospital. The power outage had lasted far longer than anyone thought possible, and yet each woman’s massive bladder had been up to the task. Somehow I also couldn’t help but note that almost every woman I passed had a water bottle or a cup of coffee with her that was half-emptied. Through the carnage of bursting point bladders were three women whose urinary needs seemed less pronounced than the rest. Doctor Sarah Gallagher was still holding strongly, despite perhaps the largest and most swollen urine organ of all, tending to patients and only offering me a small smile and nod as I walked passed her. There was an Indian doctor, who told me her name was Rumi, who was managing to act fairly normal and bear the pain of a totally blown up bladder. While Doctor Gallagher’s might have been the roundest and most filled, Rumi’s was certainly protruding the furthest out from her body. It looked completely unnatural, even on her borderline voluptuous frame, such was her incredible capacity. The third girl, to my complete surprise, was Nurse Jasmine. Despite telling me on the first day that holding 40 hours would be a real accomplishment for her, the Asian wonder had contained herself for well in excess of that time, and the glower in her eyes told me she was fueled with pure adrenaline and would do everything in her power to keep the hold going. Her bladder was bulging the lowest of the three, with the rotund shape only seeming to end mere centimeters above her pussy. This suggested that perhaps Nurse Jasmine’s bladder was containing some of the most vicious pressure, as all of that pee weight was bearing down directly on her poor, overworked sphincter. But she was not complaining. She even bade me over to her once she had finished with a patient and let me touch the gargantuan, rock solid mass that was her abdomen (as long as I promised her I would not press down like I had before). “I am feeling strong today – all my training has paid off! Watch, I won’t piss before any of the ladies here!” Jasmine told me confidently. She also told it to me a bit too loudly, as a few of the other nurses overheard. However, with urine tanks full to bursting and on the verge of emptying completely, they were in no position to argue with the Asian bladder goddess, so most of them just rolled their eyes and continued with their business. I spent a long part of the afternoon strolling the halls of FullHearts Hospital. By the time I returned to my room it was 8 pm. While I had seen astonishing bursting bladders and frantic desperation, the one sight that had eluded me was that of a piss waterfall spraying out from between the legs of any of these paragons of urinary capacity. No one had cracked, no one had broken down, no one had given in, and no one’s bladders had cried out in defeat. I was nearly as desperate to see these women lose control as they were to keep their pee held in. However, I could also feel my adrenaline wearing off, and the truth was that I was still getting over the strain of Flu X that had put me in the hospital in the first place. I knew if I tried to stay up waiting for these powerful women to have an accident, I could very well pass out beforehand and miss the whole show that was to come. And so, I took a calculated risk. Though many of the women I’d seen on my travels seemed to be close to losing all control, I decided to bet on the strength and willpower of the nurses and doctors at FullHearts. My phone had been kept for me conveniently on a counter near my bedside, and I flicked it on and set an alarm for myself. I would sleep until midnight, getting just enough rest to be able to carry on the next day. These iron-bladdered women just had to hold out for 4 more hours, and then the fireworks could commence in earnest. I crossed my fingers, took a breath, and lay down on my bed to get some rest. As I lost consciousness, my last thought was hoping that I’d made the right decision. My alarm went off promptly at midnight. For a moment I gazed around with tired eyes. A second passed and suddenly I remembered my grand plan. Had I slept too long?? Had I missed the rivers of piss that would surely await me?? I gingerly rose from my bed and left my room. If the tension in the air had been thick before I went to sleep, it was positively overbearing now. Nearly every nurse I saw was walking with slow, halting steps. Most had hands caressing their brimming full bladders. Some were shaking. Some had tears in their eyes. All of them did continue to have that one undeniable thing in common – they were all dry. Not a single bladder had given way to the unheard-of strain that was now being laid upon them. It had been well over a day since the power had gone out at FullHearts Hospital, and longer still since any of these on-duty women had relieved their giant, bursting piss tanks, but somehow their dedication remained up to the task. As I continued to walk the halls, it became apparent that there was not one woman left in the hospital who wasn’t showing significant pain on her face. I even caught a glimpse of Doctor Sarah Gallagher doubling over to contain the massive load of liquid inside her. And then, finally, I turned a corner, and before my eyes the façade that no doctor or nurse at FullHearts Hospital required a restroom was destroyed. I saw a younger brunette nurse frantically rubbing her thighs together, both hands buried deep in her crotch. She was so desperate that she’d actually put her hands inside her pants to hold right against her vagina. She was moaning, oblivious to the scene she was causing and the stares of fellow nurses and patients. The poor bursting girl reached one single time for the chart she had been poring over, but was stopped by another fierce urge and had no choice but to regrip herself for everything she was worth. She did not reach for the chart again. For five minutes I watched this brunette nurse, a girl who clearly had an abnormally large bladder and ridiculous willpower, fight against the inevitable call of Mother Nature. She did everything possible to contain herself, veins sticking out on her neck, face going red and spotty with the effort, but then the dam burst. Piss spilled through her pants and onto the floor of FullHearts Hospital – the first peeing accident ever suffered by a staff member. Some of the nurses groaned loudly and held themselves as the sound splattered through the hallways. For others, this was too much! All around this one soaking, still-pissing girl, other nurses began to be overwhelmed by their bladders and the echoing sound of piss hitting the tile. Overworked bladders began to burst and soon there were at least ten nurses in a single hallway pissing away. None were doing so intentionally, all of them were trying to hold the flow back with every power they could muster, but it was no use. They had reached their limits hours ago, valiantly pushed themselves to new and greater heights, but now the defeat of one of their number pushed them over the edge. The flood of piss became deafening as so much dark yellow, musky urine was released at once. In spite of themselves, most of the nurses were moaning in pleasure from the relief, and I knew that deep down, beyond all the bravado, this is what they truly wanted – that desperate, frothing relief from their ponderous loads of long-held pee. I watched the scene unfold in a state of awe, somehow tearing my eyes away briefly from the floods of urine now cascading over the floor to note that there were a few strong ones (mostly doctors) on this level of the hospital who continued to contain themselves despite the unbridled relief that most were experiencing. As the puddles finally reached their maximum and bulging bladders deflated, I quickly made my way down to a different floor of the hospital. Had this event triggered a release of pee from any other members of the staff, I wondered. To my surprise, everyone I encountered on that lower level was still dry, still absolutely busting with piss, and still totally unwilling to let it out. But I was persistent and continued to walk and wait it out. By 1 am, an African-American nurse who couldn’t have yet been out of college succumbed to the mind-numbing, bladder-stretching pressure. Piss hissed out of her like a firehose as she fought and failed to regain control. Again I was struck by just how powerful the girl’s bladder must have been. A girl with a bladder capable of such a gusher had probably never lost control before in her life. But even iron bladders have limits, or so I was finding out. And indeed, the spherical shapes of every woman’s abdomen within 30 feet of this newest wetting girl also flattened. This time there were a few gasps and even a few shrieks as relief was finally felt for the first time in over a day, perhaps two days for some. Only the strongest of the strong were able to keep their floods locked firmly inside as the majority of women gushed piss through their uniforms and onto the cold, sopping floor. Some of the urine was so dark in color from being kept in for so long that it was nearly orange. I was mesmerized by how everything was playing out. Women whom seemed to have bladders that could hold in an ocean were finding themselves at and passed their impressive limits, exploding pee onto the floor, their clothes, and each other without the ability to stop the flow even a second longer. Again, after many minutes the myriad of pee finally came to an end. Almost unable to contain myself from what I had just witnessed, I left the dripping women to clean themselves up and returned to a different level of the hospital and my room. Just as I reached the door and entered, a woman came in behind me. I turned and saw Nurse Kelsey, bobbing up and down with a hand over her vagina. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I recalled that this girl hadn’t taken a single piss break in over 49 hours. “Quick! Go into your bathroom! Ineedthetoilet!” she muttered desperately, motioning to the attached bathroom at the far side of my room. I was slightly confused at having been startled by Kelsey, but without hesitation I did as she said and the poor girl hobbled after me. She slammed the door shut behind her and instantly had her pants and panties around her ankles. Standing over the toilet, Nurse Kelsey let the tension leave her wracked, aching body and began to pee an incredible stream into the bowl. For five glorious seconds I watched this sexy nurse with a nearly unmatched bladder capacity gush noisily into my toilet, her slit bare before me, but then she cut the flow and nearly yelled out as it stopped. “Fucking hell, that was hard to cut off!” she yelped, continuing to grasp at her sodden vagina. “What are you doing??” I had to ask her, still unsure at what exactly had just taken place. Kelsey took a few seconds to regain her breath, and her scant bodily control, then answered, “That bitch Chelsea is still holding on! I swear her bladder is made of lead! I can’t let my sis outlast me! But I was about to pop, as you could plainly see! So I just had to let loose a little bit of the pressure, take the edge off, and now I can go on holding. No one will know a thing, because really – look at this bladder bulge! I’m still positively massive! And since I went in here with you, I can just tell any curious inquirer that I was helping you use the toilet. But listen, no one can know! If anyone finds out that I actually took a piss on duty on PURPOSE, I’ll be handed my walking papers. So please, sweetie, zip your lip about this. It’s the only relief I’ll need to take, honest!” Kelsey spoke about as quickly as anyone can say anything at all, but who was I to refuse her such a request? Especially after the show she’d just given me! I nodded my agreement and Nurse Kelsey hastily exited my room to return to her duties. No sooner had Kelsey left my vision than Nurse Chelsea sprinted into my room, hands firmly clenching her protruding abdomen. “I can’t hold it any longer! Go! Go! Go!” she cried, pointing me in the direction of the corner bathroom. ‘Twins really do think alike…’, I had time to think to myself before Nurse Chelsea nearly shoved me into the tiny room and shut the door behind us. For five seconds I was treated to an unobstructed view of Chelsea’s pissing gash, which differed from Kelsey’s only by having a small piercing over the clitoris. Then Chelsea, like her sister, cut the stream, cursing and punching her thigh as she did. I received a very similar explanation from Chelsea about how that “whore” Kelsey just had a bladder that would stretch and stretch, but Chelsea just “knew” she could beat her after this bit of relief. I decided to play nice and kept Chelsea’s secret just the same as I had kept Kelsey’s, and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. As Chelsea waltzed out of my room, only relieved in the slightest amount possible, I made another calculated decision. While the entire hospital was currently in shambles, its staff all full on bursting with urine and the majority losing their loads even as I walked to my doorway, I decided to stay within view of my room. Something was telling me I hadn’t seen the last of the twins. They surely hadn’t gotten enough relief with just 5 second jets of piss to last for long. Another partial pee would be needed to keep the rest of the pee at bay, and I wasn’t going to miss another up close and personal show! Over the next hour I witnessed a few more accidents from big bladdered ladies, their overloaded bladders no longer able to take the pounding of so many untold hours of piss any longer. Still, none but the twins had let go intentionally. Every other woman dutifully held on until the bitter end. It really was astonishing to see such a concerted display of willpower from every member of a group this size. I could only imagine the hiring process at FullHearts… At 2 am, just as I’d suspected, Nurse Chelsea returned to my doorway. “Oh please! I just need a little more! If I can let a little more out I’ll be able to outhold Kelsey by hours, I just know it!” she pleaded, and once more I found my generous side taking over and bade her to come in and use the bathroom. We closed the door and Chelsea nearly ripped her pants from the speed with which she deposited them on the floor. No sooner had Nurse Chelsea turned and sat on the toilet, giving me a lovely view of her bare rump in the process, than there was a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. “Please open up! I can’t keep all this in!” came the cries from the other side of the door. Chelsea had begun her stream, just for a half-second, and cutting it off now was clearly torturing the poor girl. However, I knew just who was calling us, and so I opened the door to reveal Nurse Kelsey, hop-scotching about with her bulbous abdomen cradled in one hand while the other was nestled firmly between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering and she was at wit’s end. “Please…..pee…..” she whispered softly, clearly using every bit of energy she possessed to hold the deluge back for mere seconds longer. Kelsey was concentrating with such vigor to hold her pee that for a few seconds I don’t think she realized I had opened the door. Chelsea had gotten up from the toilet seat and stood over it, legs shaking madly as she fought to appear undisturbed by the mammoth load she was containing while in front of her sister. Kelsey finally paused long enough to look up and take in the sight of Chelsea and me in the bathroom, but she was too desperate to care. Nurse Kelsey fidgeted her way into the bathroom with us, nearly shoving me over in a last ditch effort to reach the toilet. Chelsea, for her part, made no attempt to move from her position, standing directly over the glistening white bowl. Kelsey whimpered and I could see her begin to leak with the toilet in such close proximity. Kelsey came right up to Chelsea and tried to move her to the side, but Chelsea would not budge. Then she noticed Kelsey’s pee dribbling down her legs and suddenly Nurse Chelsea was spurting small bursts of pee into the toilet. With their faces screwed up in agony, both women tried to cut off the stream, clearly tortured by both the white hot need to urinate and the embarrassment of losing control in front of the other sister. Alas, after a monumental effort of perhaps half a minute that brought the trickles to a halt, Kelsey could hold on no longer. 50 hours of pent up piss shot out of her pussy with force. She had her pants at her knees and was trying desperately to arch her back enough to aim the firehose at the toilet below Chelsea’s legs. All this resulted in was splattering Chelsea’s lower half with piss, and that set Chelsea off. Her bladder’s floodgates opened and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Both women were standing with naked legs and vaginas visible, facing each other and letting rip absolute torrents of hot, steaming, 50 hour old piss. Some of it was managing to get into the toilet bowl, but the majority was landing on the bathroom floor and on each other. But the twins were in too much ecstasy from their relief to care, screaming out their joy from the pleasure they now felt. Neither made any attempt to move out of the way of the hard stream coming from the other’s pussy. I watched as two massive bladders deflated right before my eyes, each woman clearly holding liters and at the end her capacity’s limits. Then a figure burst into the room and began to yell. It was Doctor Sarah Gallagher, clearly coming to investigate the wild noises emanating from my bathroom. “What in God’s name is this?!” Sarah shouted, eyeing the two madly pissing women. Kelsey and Chelsea tried to straighten up and look Sarah in the face, but they were unable to do so. Their bladders still had so much more piss to empty out, and soon the two nurses sank back down into each other and continued to let their pee loose over the toilet. Sarah huffed in a fit of anger, “My goodness! What has happened to this place?? Do none of you have any control??” Sarah turned away from us and towards the door, giving me an exquisite view of her completely gargantuan bladder bulge. She was now holding back 62 hours of piss in that overinflated vessel, but somehow the doctor appeared to be in control of her waters even now. Sarah was constantly clenching and unclenching her fists, and from the low emergency lighting I could see sweat pouring down her face, but she was holding on and doing so better than the rest. Sarah began walking out of the room and was met there by Nurse Amy. There was panic in the nurse’s eyes and she had her legs squeezed as tightly as possible. As she began to speak she double crossed them even harder, “Doctor Gallagher! I heard…..a commotion….What’s….” “Oh good, Nurse Amy! It’s good to see you still as dry as ever! Why, I do believe you’re the only nurse who hasn’t…disgraced herself yet. Only I and some of the other doctors remain,” Sarah greeted her, pleased with the nurse’s efforts. The doctor shot a deadly glance back at the three of us still huddled in our pool of piss in the bathroom, but when she turned back to Amy, the bursting girl muttered, “Yes…..dry….dry….dry…” and then shrieked as she stayed dry no longer. Urine poured through her uniform, soaking it in seconds. Amy squatted down in a bid to regain control, but all it accomplished was making her piss even harder. With willpower that I didn’t know existed, Sarah Gallagher stared Nurse Amy down as she fell to the floor and continued to pee, and the doctor didn’t move a muscle. She was clearly clenching her muscles to their max, but her legs did not cross and her hands stayed at her sides. Sarah Gallagher’s bladder was a stone fortress - that much was certain. Sarah strode out into the halls, and I finally left my two piss-soaked twins to get a better view of the proceedings. “Can no one here hold in their piss for just a couple of hours??” Sarah shouted into the empty hallways before her. Those halls were filled with chatty, bursting nurses just hours before, but now the nurses had either gone to rest after their release, or they simply sauntered on with their eyes glazed over, still unable to comprehend the failure of their once-iron bladders. “There really isn’t a single nurse in this entire building who can hold it??” Sarah called out again in disgust. Then, from a corner room, a woman hobbled into view and began to walk towards Sarah. I peeked out of my room and saw that it was none other than Nurse Jasmine, looking for all the world about 7 months along in a pregnancy. She took shivering steps, but the nurse was holding strong. “I’m still holding it, Doctor Gallagher, after 53 hours. No release and no relief for me! I wouldn’t….wouldn’t even dream of it!” Nurse Jasmine stated proudly when she came up next to Sarah, though her body language belied just how remarkably desperate she was to let go of her near-endless supply of piss. Rather than excitement at finding the strongest remaining nurse, Sarah replied with indignation, “You??? YOU?!?!? Nurse Jasmine, with all due respect (she said the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm), you seem ready to pop! Why don’t you just do us all a favor and squat down here, open yours legs up nice and wide, and take that piss you’re clearly dying for. Let the real ladies keep their floods back, and you can be dismissed and find a hospital to work in where they don’t mind accident-prone women.” I couldn’t believe Sarah’s tone. Perhaps there was more to this rivalry than I knew… “I’ll show you how a true bladder queen holds it in and continues her work! Make no mistake, I am strong enough to outhold you and I will take pleasure in showing you!” Jasmine fired back, spreading her shaking legs to show off her control. Her knees wilted briefly as a particularly strong bladder spasm wracked her aching body, but the Asian nurse held firm. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and spat back, “We’ll just see about that, girlie…. Now don’t you have patients to attend to?” Sarah stalked away from Nurse Jasmine and met up with the Indian doctor, Rumi, who was coming out of an adjacent room. Rumi was sweating all over and now sported a bladder bulge that rivalled both Jasmine’s and Sarah’s, but it was quite evident the toll it was taking on her to contain it. “You’ve been holding it for what, 60 hours? Isn’t that right, doctor?” Sarah asked her, emphasizing the word ‘doctor’ to make it clear what she thought of Jasmine’s status as a nurse. Rumi nodded her head a bit too quickly, as if all her power was being used elsewhere and she had no more left to move her head at an even pace, but she did sputter out, “Yes….yes Sarah….of course….60 hours and I haven’t peed….ohhhhhh….peed a drop!” Sarah turned back to Nurse Jasmine, “See Nursey, don’t give me that ‘53 hours’ crap! Real women hold it for 60 hours and then keep waiting! Let’s go, Rumi…” Sarah walked off with Rumi struggling after her. Jasmine, now left alone, noticed me for the first time and realized I had watched the entire last few minutes unfold. “Pay her no mind. I told you, I’ve been training up for a day like this…..I just hope my bladder of steel doesn’t let me down. It’s really hurting down there!” Jasmine admitted to me, before she too left to continue her rounds. Over the next few hours, I witnessed all of the other doctors, the strongest of the strong with the largest bladders in the entire hospital, give in and piss, one by one. Each flood was more tantalizing than the last, and it was crazy to watch the reactions of these women. I doubted some of them had even felt troubled by their bladders ever in their lives before this power outage, and yet they all eventually stood in the middle of giant, sweeping puddles, their exhausted bladders finally giving up the fight after hours and days without a single drop escaping. By 9 am, the only women who remained dry were Rumi, Jasmine, and Sarah Gallagher herself. They all seemed about to crack. Jasmine was taking shuddering breaths while rubbing her agonized abdomen, tears forming in her eyes and running down her face. “60 hours….60 hours….60 hours…” she repeated to herself whenever she had breath to spare. Rumi had given up all semblance of outward control and was pee dancing wildly, scissoring her legs and squatting down at all times. She was still, despite it all, trying to move from patient to patient, but the wait of 67 hours had rendered her strong bladder control nearly useless. Sarah Gallagher was filled to her max. She was nearly like a balloon about to pop. I was seriously worried that if someone so much as touched her, the suffering woman would rupture and piss would fly everywhere. She was red-faced and oozing sweat. She would even puff out her cheeks now and again from the effort of holding, completing the balloon look. Still, after 69 long hours, this was to be expected. All three women had far surpassed any limits they thought they had. Driven by such a maniacal will to hold, I knew the only way these women would piss was if they reached total muscle failure. All three were certainly close, teetering on the edge of explosion and then convincing their bodies to contain the load for seconds longer before repeating the process, again and again, over and over. Then all three women found themselves walking towards the same patient together. Luck would have it that all of their pathways converged after all this time. Jasmine and Sarah took big breaths and somehow managed to stand straight up and walk, a stiff walk, but otherwise a walk that appeared fairly normal. Their bladders stuck straight out of their bodies and almost seemed fake, like an implant tacked on to an already perfect breast. Rumi watched the two of them do this, then tried to follow suit, arching her back and removing her hands from her quivering vagina. She succeeded for perhaps 3 or 4 seconds, and then Rumi’s thick, tender legs shook harder than they had all morning. The Indian doctor gasped and yelled out, her hands flying back to her rebelling crotch, but it was too late. Piss sprayed from Rumi like a tap on full blast. No amount of muscle strength could keep it back, and despite Rumi’s incredible efforts to regain control, she did not so much as put a dent in the flood that was erupting from her nether regions. Jasmine and Sarah immediately stopped walking and had to put their full energy, everything they had left, into retaining their own waters in the face of Rumi’s bursting defeat. The two stood stock still as fresh urine pooled at their feet, both women refusing to budge and use their hands to hold, relying on aching sphincters and pure desire only. This contest of wills was surely madness. I couldn’t tell how either one of them lasted without bursting, but their ponderous loads of urine remained firmly trapped inside their iron-strong holding tanks. After what seemed like hours, Rumi’s waterfall ran out, and no new waterfall joined it. With a sneer and a nod, Sarah Gallagher clenched up and managed to walk passed the shivering Jasmine to continue her rounds. She spared Rumi only the smallest of glances, her fellow doctor clearly having lost her respect now that her bladder had proven to have a finite capacity. When Sarah was out of sight, I saw Jasmine fight for half a minute to keep from grabbing her crotch. The urgency in her body increased by leaps and bounds without her rival staring her down, and eventually Jasmine had no choice but to bend double and clutch between her strong thighs. I knew that soon neither woman would be able to remain dry, iron bladders or not. Sure enough, as the clock continued to tick, both Sarah and Jasmine’s ability to hold began to break down. I caught Sarah furiously rubbing herself in an empty room in a last ditch effort to keep her pee shut in. No sooner had she waved me out of the room than I witnessed Jasmine leaning against a desk with her hands rooted firmly to her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was softly telling herself, “Press it in…press it in…don’t let it out…” while her damp, sweaty hair clung to her face. Both women had pushed themselves passed any and all normal standards of holding capacity, and now both were left with nothing but obscene bladder bulges and scraps of fading willpower. Their bladders were like concrete, every second pushing and prodding against their totally tapped out sphincters, the pressure-filled orbs of urine asking – no, demanding- release from their prisons. I knew for a fact that neither woman could take any more punishment and pain without unleashing gallons of piss throughout the entire hospital, and yet each minute passed with both women proving me wrong. They took the unimaginable strain and held against it, their bodies on the verge of explosion, their minds doing everything possible not to waver from that one singular thought – hold it in! At 11 am the two women once again found themselves staring at each other face to face. It was patently obvious that the battle was about to be over. Both women were completely covered in sweat, their eyes were wide from the hurting piss inside them. Their loads of urine were screaming for exit, and neither woman’s bladder was in any shape to resist it longer. Sarah and Jasmine went eye to eye as they struggled, willpower fading into nothingness, hands now planted on their vaginas, their heavy stores of piss now right on the precipice of total eruption. “A….a nurse….nurse like you…can’t…compete with a….doctor…like…me!” Sarah spat out between nervous breaths, her voice even cracking from the effort she was putting forth. Jasmine was so close to exploding that she couldn’t even respond. She simply whimpered, maintained eye contact with Sarah briefly, and then lowered her head to put her last vestiges of concentration into refusing to let her torturous piss exit her quivering body. “71…71 hours I’ve held this in….nearly three full days! I’ve never…held it in for…three days before…” Sarah continued, saying the words as much in awe to herself as she was bragging to the suffering nurse. For a few seconds, I thought Jasmine would still be unable to respond, but then the girl lifted her head, stared back into Sarah’s eyes, and whispered, “And you won’t…..” Sarah Gallagher’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “How dare you! You insolent nurse! Telling me, Doctor Sarah Gallagher, that I can’t hold back a simple bodily function like peeing! I’ve got the biggest bladder in this hospital! I’ve got the strongest bladder FullHearts has ever seen! I’ve outlasted them all! You’re….you’re…..” Sarah ranted at the nurse, searching for the final word to nail down her insult. At that moment her indescribable bladder suffered a scintillating wave of urgency and cramped up harder than it ever had before. The pressure doubled, then doubled again, until it far worse than any woman could hope to withstand. Doctor Gallagher’s exhausted bladder was in full rebellion and was determined to blow out her overload of piss this very instant. Sarah yelled out as the pressure hit her, hands wrapped over her bursting pussy, but when she clenched her sphincter as she had done so many thousands of times before in these last three days, the doctor found that no strength remained. Sarah Gallagher had finally hit her maximum limit. “You’re right! I can’t hold it!” Sarah howled in desperation as a torrent of dark yellow piss exploded forth from her clenching bladder. The beautiful bulbous orb began to flatten as Sarah gushed onto the floor, her iron bladder now no better than all the rest after 71 hours of torment. After a few seconds of grasping for control, the ailing doctor slumped down, defeated at last. She had put forth so much effort to contain herself this long that she simply had nothing left, lying on the hospital floor as piss sprayed in every direction from her spewing vagina. Jasmine lost all composure when Sarah began flooding the hospital with her liters and liters of angry urine, but even when her pee dancing was at its zenith, the nurse refused to lose control of her 62 hour bladder. After nearly ten minutes, Sarah’s bladder finally ran dry. Well in excess of a gallon of pee was covering the floor between them. Then, without warning, the overhead lights began to flicker. Soon they started shining brightly. All across the hospital, light was restored and machines that had been put in standby mode whirred to life. The power had returned to FullHearts Hospital, and just in time for Nurse Jasmine. With halting steps, the desperate girl began to make her way towards the hospital’s exit. But Sarah Gallagher had regained her senses. “Where do you think you’re going, nursey?” She called to Jasmine, sitting up with anger and annoyance showing on her face. “Don’t think that you’ve proven yourself to be the best among us quite yet! You know damn well that I was holding in 9 more hours of piss than you! And I don’t think your shift is scheduled to end…until you can match it! We’ll see who the bladder queen of FullHearts really is, sweetie!” Jasmine visibly shuddered as a chill ran up her spine at the thought of holding an additional 9 hours. I was sure she’d give in right then and there and release her load, but somehow the Filipino nurse reached down into her endless reserves of willpower and summoned the effort to nod curtly. Jasmine continued walking, but she went right passed the exit doors and turned only when she reached her next patient’s room. Jasmine would have to hold until 8 pm to match Sarah’s record of 71 hours, and I knew it was going to be a tall, nigh impossible test, even for someone as strong and resilient as Jasmine. Her bladder was overloaded, totally swollen to the brim with steaming piss, and now she was being asked to bear down and contain it for a further 9 hours. I didn’t see how she could accomplish the feat. It seemed even Jasmine’s toes were curling in desperation! I knew she had to go, and bad! I watched her hobble with aching steps from room to room and realized that ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to cover how urgently Jasmine needed a relief. Somehow, the piss stayed in. By noon, Sarah and the rest of the doctors and nurses had started to undertake the monumental task of cleaning up the piss-ridden hospital. They also spared no time in launching insults and snide comments at Jasmine. I was sure that some of the nicer nurses were only doing so to come off well to Sarah, but the egos of these bladder queens couldn’t stand the fact that one of them remained dry and holding. When she was in between the ever-increasing waves of urgency, Jasmine would lob an insult right back, but otherwise she let her actions (or rather, the inaction of her frothing piss) do the talking. As the early afternoon rolled around, I began to think that Nurse Jasmine might just make it. Sure, she seemed dead tired, and her legs were now double crossed at all times, but she’d made it this far. Her mammoth bladder was bulging larger than ever, larger even than Sarah Gallagher’s was at its peak, and the force bearing down on her drained and aching sphincter had to be astronomical. I could sense that Sarah was thinking similar thoughts, because within a few minutes she had thrust a bottle of water into Jasmine’s hand with the command to “Drink, bitch!”. The bottle completed, a second one replaced it with a similar command from the doctor. On it went, with Sarah making sure to keep Jasmine pumped up with liquids, at least an extra liter every hour. For a few hours, Jasmine seemed able to stand the additional pressure. But gradually I saw her coming to her final limits. The piss would win in the end, as it always did. By 5 pm, Jasmine’s pee dancing was absolutely frantic, and by 6 pm I was sure her tired, swollen bladder would simply detonate before any more pee could be forced into it. Her bulge was obscene, her top completely unable to hide the rounded midsection. Her skin was stretched and white, and the poor nurse seemed primed to pop. The other nurses and doctors were even making pregnancy jokes at Jasmine’s expense, and all the while Sarah kept forcing more bottles of water into the Asian’s hands. “Come on, show me how strong that nurse’s bladder of yours really is! Come on, drink another one! Don’t piss it out, now! You have to hold!” Sarah taunted her as Jasmine downed yet another bottle. As the clock struck 7 pm, 70 hours into Nurse Jasmine’s incredible hold, I saw her piss urgency take a turn for the worse. She was now far passed desperation. It seemed a piss was becoming simply necessary. There was no room left in her body to contain another milliliter of urine, but her kidneys continued to pump it into her. It simply had to come out. Jasmine’s adrenaline had faded long ago, her will was in tatters, and only her muscle strength remained, but even that was on its last legs. No matter what, there is one constant for every woman, regardless of how strong they become and long they train themselves to put off the urge – every woman has to piss. Jasmine began to tremble, and I saw Sarah’s eyes glitter as she was assured of her victory. Jasmine’s trembling turned into full-body shakes as her body revolted against itself, trying to force Jasmine to blow out all her liters upon liters of torturous piss, to end this hold once and for all. Jasmine was at her wit’s end and began stamping her feet. Her hands were concreted to her most intimate parts. Her bladder began cramping violently in the face of such terrible waves of urgency. The waves all rolled together into one constant surge. Jasmine’s iron bladder squeezed for all it was worth. Pressure this high was enough to break any bladder… …except Jasmine’s. Sarah Gallagher began to howl with rage as Jasmine trembled and shook and quivered…and held on. The girl would not be defeated, not on this day. Jasmine’s interminable desperation did not cease, the waves came harder and stronger still, but Jasmine’s pee stayed locked away in her iron tankard of a bladder. Time continued to pass and finally it was 8 pm. Jasmine was free! Sarah could do nothing but shoot the Asian nurse one final look of contempt, and then Nurse Jasmine was safely out of FullHearts Hospital, walking with something resembling poise, which was an incredible feat for someone holding 71 hours of boiling urine. Without hesitation, I followed. Watching the ever-increasing desperation of everyone in FullHearts Hospital had given me a great boost, and I could safely say I was on the road to recovery and no longer needed to be there. I watched as Jasmine walked through the parking lot and found her car. She went to open the door…but nothing happened. Jasmine tried again, pulling harder, but got the same result. The door was jammed. Suddenly the total desperation came rushing back to the Filipino woman. She began clutching at herself and pacing back and forth, her desperation to let out her piss reaching uncontrollable levels. I watched in awe, waiting for the one explosion of pee that I hadn’t yet seen. Jasmine was unable to concentrate, unable to formulate any plan that did not involve opening her car door, and the door would not budge. Then I realized something else – I didn’t want to see this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Nurse Jasmine holding in her pee against all odds for so long in the hospital, outholding Sarah, only to lose her piss like any other girl in the parking lot. A true bladder queen like Jasmine deserved a toilet. And so I went to her. I turned her around, and the girl was so desperate she did not recognize me for the first moment. Then I bade her to follow me to my car. Jasmine made it to my car, but only because I put an arm under her and nearly carried her there. She could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to release her pee. I asked for directions to her flat, and she was able to mutter and point as I was on the road. We motored along at surely illegal speeds, but it was all in the name of glorious, relieving pee! Jasmine was hunched over the passenger seat, holding her belly and massaging between her legs while I offered words of encouragement. With luck, we reached her apartment and still Jasmine remained dry. Again, I helped her up the steps to her third floor place. She jiggled the key frantically for a few moments, but finally the door opened. Jasmine sped to the toilet with everything she had, but as I followed her into her apartment I did not hear the pent up spray I expected. Instead, I turned a corner and saw Jasmine, standing frozen in front of her open bathroom door and staring. There was a clock just above the door, and it read 8:30 pm. Jasmine was licking her lips, staring at her own personal toilet with an almost unfathomable lust. But she did not go in. “Three days…..” she said softly. The implication was clear. Just one half of an hour separated Jasmine from the hallowed three day mark. She would not pee before then. She would force herself to contain the overload a little longer. Then Jasmine turned to me and her face registered shock for a brief second. She had been so lost in her trance for the toilet that it was as if she had forgotten I’d brought her to her apartment. But then the memory flooded back to her, and Jasmine gave herself one more squeeze between her legs before walking back towards the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” she asked me in a hoarse voice, the interminable strain of the day taking clear effect. Her footsteps were slow and stiff, her back was bent forward in an effort to give her bladder more room to cope with its hurting load of urine, but I allowed my host to brew and even pour out two cups of tea. We sat on her sofa and drank. I did not bother talking. All of Jasmine’s energy was focused on the clock. It was her ultimate tormentor, even moreso than her bulging bladder. The clock determined her fate. The clock determined when she could pee, and Jasmine had no choice but to hold back her impending flow just a little longer until the clock granted her permission. I swear Jasmine began to see stars as 9 pm approached. Her sphincter, rock solid only some hours before, was verging on total collapse every second. I saw her taking sharp breaths and kegeling as often as she could. Her hands stayed flatly on her trembling thighs for this final test, much to my amazement. Her bladder was swollen out and seemed to be vibrating, such was her need. The absolute urgency to urinate was driving Nurse Jasmine mad. I could see it in her face. Her thighs clenched and scissored, then scissored again. Soon her legs were in constant motion, even as she sat. Again the waves of piss need began to double and triple the pressure she felt pressing down on her aching sphincter. Her bladder began to pulse as it desperately tried to rid itself of its overload. She began to moan over and over, a low hum that gradually turned higher in pitch as her bladder’s capacity and ability to hold reached critical, impossible levels. This was Jasmine’s last power, I was certain. We had finally arrived at the bladder queen’s breaking point. And then the clock struck 9! Jasmine leapt off the sofa and flew to the bathroom. She had not seated herself on a toilet for 3 long, arduous days, and now both her bladder’s limits, and the limits of her masochism, had been reached. Jasmine pulled off her pants and threw down her panties in record time and sat down on the toilet…on her toilet. I followed as quickly as I could. I was sure that after all we’d been through in the last 3 days, she would not mind some company. And she did not, as Jasmine managed to look at me and offer one final small smile before the piss shot out of her. From the mammoth size of her bulge, I was sure Jasmine was holding at least a gallon and a half of hot, stinking piss in her overworked bladder, and now it all tried to get out of her at once. Her stream was like a downpour as it hissed wantonly into the bowl below her. Jasmine’s face, finally, showed comfort and relief. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to feel as relieved as she surely felt letting out 72 hours, 3 full days, worth of pee all at once. Her stream did not sputter – it continued on unabated for minutes on end. I didn’t think her bladder would ever deflate, but finally her midsection began to appear flat and toned. Then the splatter of piss came to a halt. Jasmine did not drip dry. Her load of piss was forced out with such fury that she was peeing full bore one moment and was empty the next. It was an incredible sight and still more proof of the awesome urgency she was holding back for so many hours. With her telling smirk back on her face, Jasmine rose from the toilet, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. “Thanks hun. Whew, I really needed that! Come back any time…” she told me playfully as I exited her apartment. I left and drove myself home in a daze. The last three days had gone by in a flash, but I knew I would never forget my stay at FullHearts Hospital. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad getting sick after all…
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    "Take me home, please," she says. It's a request, but it's also a demand. She's leaning against the outside wall of the bar when I step out, next to the door, legs wrapped tightly together. "I have to pee too much," she says. After squirming for most of the evening, she is still. Her fists are tightly clenched. I don't know what this means, exactly, that she has to pee too much. But I don't need to ask questions. It's only a block back to my place. But as we walk, she keeps having to stop and drop into a crouch, fanning her legs, before springing back up again. She's never not moving. It occurs to me what a good workout her pee-holding sessions must be. She rests her weight on one leg, then the other, then crouches, clamping her legs together, then springs up, raising her right knee up almost even with her hip. I know she's struggling, but I can't help finding it a little amusing. And, of course, terribly arousing. My eyes keep dropping to her legs to see if I can find any evidence of the droplets I glimpsed in the bar, but I can't. Her dance is, apparently, working. She's keeping it in. I wonder for the hundredth time that night about the state of her underwear. We arrive back at my place. I live in a fourth-floor walk-up — not ideal — and climbing the stairs takes forever. Every now and then she emits a slight whine as we clomp upward. With one floor to go I pause and look back. She's on the landing behind me, bent slightly, hand between her legs, looking up at me. "How's it going?" I ask. "I'm having a hard time," she says, smiling at the understatement. "I've almost peed myself so many times tonight," she says. "And I almost did again." "You're almost done," I say. "Almost there." She begins to move forward again. I climb the last flight and unlock the door. I step aside just inside the entranceway, holding the door to let her pass, wondering what's next. She reaches the top of the stairs, and walks, with tiny, stiff steps through the doorway. Then she collapses into me, head on my neck, shimmying pelvis against mine. "What now?" I ask. "Do you know how bad I have to pee?" she asks. "Really, really bad?" I venture. "The worst," she breaths into my neck. The feeling of her breath makes me shiver. I wrap my arms around her, and she wraps hers around me. She draws us tightly together, and clamps her legs around my thigh, rubbing herself against it. I feel some moisture through my pant leg, confirming what already seemed almost certain: her underwear is damp. She makes a low sound in her throat. "I have to pee so bad," she whispers. "I have to pee so, so bad." It's like a mantra, and she continues with it as she grinds herself harder and harder against my leg. "Can I feel?" I ask. She nods. "I have to pee so bad," she murmurs again into my neck. I slide my right hand up her back, tracing it with my fingers — I feel her shiver — over her shoulder, and then down, over her breast, over her belly, down to her bladder. Gently, I trace it with my fingertips. It is rounded and very firm. I apply an infinitesimal amount of pressure and the response is immediate. "Mmmmm," she groans, burrowing her face into my neck. She bites me a little on my shoulder. I feel my thigh get hot, then cool, right between her legs. She leaked — a short, quick burst, through her underwear and onto my pants. She gasps. "You've gotta pee," I confirm. "I have to pee," she agrees, mumbling again into my neck. "It's really bad," I say. "I have to pee so, so badly," she replies. "Do you want to go?" I ask. I nod down the hall toward the bathroom. She looks up at me, one raised eyebrow. "No fucking way." She turns her head up a bit more, and then kisses me fully on the mouth. Her mouth moves hungrily against mine as she grinds her crotch into my thigh. I respond, first drawing her closer with my one arm and moving my other down from her bladder to her thigh. She breaks the kiss, dismounts my thigh, and takes a half step back. Looking me in the eye, she moves my hand gradually upward to her crotch. It's warm, and the cotton fabric guarding it is quite wet beneath my fingertips. I almost cum. She watches my response, eyes gleaming, and smiles. Then she takes a shaky step back. "This situation," she says, "is too good to waste." She reaches behind her. I hear a zipper unzip. Her skirt falls to the ground. She is standing in a white bodysuit, underwear that reminds me of a leotard. She manages to hold still for a second — ta da! — before she resumes squirming ceaselessly, legs clamped tightly together. A wet circle the size of an outspread hand is between her legs. "You're wet," I observe, somewhat stupidly. "I have to pee," she reminds me. "What now?" I ask. She smiles again, eyes gleaming. "What now?" she asks me.
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    Forewarning before you start reading if this sort of thing reaaaaally matters to you, I did not wet my actual bed in my sleep. You see, I just recently got a new bed, and the day before we had hauled my old mattress out onto the step before anybody went to work. Essentially, I've only "wet" the bed three times in my life and one of them barely counts because I woke up and rolled off of it, in a story you can easily find here. Its not something I as a person I can easily hide due to circumstance, and I've never really been interested but this day in particular presented an extremely unique opportunity so I figured I'd try it out. That being, I pulled the mattress back inside the house and almost roleplayed a bedwetting by laying the old mattress on my kitchen floor. We'll start this story with a general start of my day. Woke up, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, drank a back to back combo of a tangerine/blueberry smoothie, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea. Such is actually a surprisingly common Kozmo breakfast! Everyone was going about their morning routines, getting ready for work, brand new morning yadda ya. I am an unemployed student who was on break up until tomorrow actually, so I wasn't going anywhere. I just wanted to be up to have the house to myself. It was at this point dad suggested dragging the old mattress outside so he could take it to the dump in a few days. I helped him do so and the second I helped him get it out onto the back patio I realized two things. One, I was fucking freezing because I just walked outside in the Canadian winter and my slender legs were pantsless; I had gone to bed just wearing a big shirt and underwear, a staple household combo for women everywhere (My Friday the 13th shirt :3). Two, everything I stated in the first paragraph plowed through my mind like a freight train and I was already planning deviousness. Nobody batted an eye as they rushed through their routine, even though my mother must have come into the kitchen as I was drinking MORE tea or MORE orange juice or a tall glass of water on any given occasion. About an hour later mom left and I gave her a small wave from the counter, where I was sipping at a mug of coffee, probably my fifth or sixth drink of the morning. Now anyone will tell you this is the path to bloating and rapid desperation you're unprepared for, but the idea was that shortly after everyone left I would be sound asleep.~ The second my dad followed suit out the door I was dashing up the stairs, my feet pounding the floor as loudly as my heart as I burst into my room and looked at my clothes. Should I do it like this? Should I wear actual pajamas? I eventually decided on actual pajamas, to make the experience just a bit more genuine. A matching purple pair I like that I knew I could throw right in the wash, purple patterned with teddy bears and snowflakes. The shirt was a button up, with a cute bow on the collar! They were very soft, very fluffy and warm. In addition I grabbed three things that are a must for a sleep for me in my actual bed. One, my Daryl Dixon pillow (IF DARYL DIES WE RIOT), two, a soft brown blanket I have that would soon also be in the wash, and three, my great big torso sized stuffed dog, Cassie. Now that I had all these things I gathered them in the kitchen. I was starting to feel the twinge of the many, many liquids filling my bladder, and I shuddered a bit, rubbing my legs together and being deliberately as cute as possible with it, because immersion. My time was running out; While this wasn't my first bladder rodeo and I knew I'd be able to hold it in utter agony for a few hours like your standard alliance schoolgirl, I needed to be comfortable enough to gently fall asleep. Now that I was prepared, I feel its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: In addition to the pajama combination, you know the drill. Put me in the middle of the 5-6 foot range, literally somewhere in the middle, and know that I'm like 100 pounds of unhealthy and tiny. Ridiculously pale, accented by the snow this time of year, with long dark hair. It was red but its fading and getting darker D: Potential re-dye soon? Haven't done blue in awhile. My standard for most of the time has been black or really dark brunette. I never thought to mention that I have tattoo's, but I will not say what. If one knew where my tattoo's were and where and you know me IRL, it is a complete dead giveaway, completely unmistakable. Just know I have tattoos on my back, collar/chest area, wrists, and foot. I am inked. None of them overly big, I just have a few :P In addition I was wearing a pink bra-panty combo. Nothing frilly, nothing special. Anyway, it was around then that I went out onto the step in the cold again, and with great effort, pulled the mattress back inside and dropped it right on the kitchen floor. The dogs were very confused and promptly investigated, but did not seem to find it suspicious when I promptly laid down on it, and tossed my blanket over myself. I shifted a bit more, it wasn't at the NEED TO GO stage but it was filling. I responded by cuddling Cassie close, curling up on my side, and closing my eyes. I used some cognitive therapy I learned once to fall asleep super fast, in combo with the fact that I hadn't been awake long and was still groggy. I woke up two hours later, on my mattress laying on my side cuddling the stuffed dog. I was damp, but I had to pee so fucking badly I had literally been trembling in my sleep, and still was. I must have leaked, in fact I'd imagine it was likely what woke me up. I unlatched an arm from Cassie and reached under the blanket to feel myself, and found my crotch and left thigh were warm and wet. I kept my hand there, I had to or I would have lost control that very second. I laid there with my hand buried in myself, my face buried into the stuffed dog, whimpering and mewling, my legs rubbing and criss crossing around my hand. I treated it like a child might treat it, even though I'm not an ageplay person. Dunno why, it just felt cuter! I'm not allowed to get up in the middle of the night or mommy will get mad, type thing. So I tried to hold it! Even through the next leak that had me moaning into my stuffed dog. And the next big spurt that soaked my hand and had me feeling warmth running down my butt and slightly pooling underneath me in the mattress. It all felt so warm. I actually started to sweat because I felt hot, not in a sexual way just a combined heat of my pj's spurting pee, all under a blanket. I kept squirming and mewling and trying to hold, hugging the stuffed dog while trembling as if she could make it all alright, but every few shifts I could feel pee just shoot into my panties and my hand would grow wetter, as would my legs and the area beneath me. Something in the feeling of literally feeling a drop slip from between my fingers and run down the back of my hand, making contact with my sleeve made my bite onto the dogs ribbon collar and groan, just pleading for the feeling to subside as I felt a small trickle burst forth from me. The trickle was continuous. And slowly got bigger. I could NOT stop this leak and the second I realized this I started begging and crying to nobody in particular, that I couldn't hold it anymore and that I was peeing my bed. Something in me broke and in a swift motion I flopped onto my back and buried both hands between my legs, shoving the blanket between them and all, yelling into my empty house, "NO NO NO NO NO!!!" The dam completely shattered. Pee rushed out of me like you wouldn't believe, something in the motion strained my achingly full bladder and I completely lost control, urine spraying through my underwear into my soft cuddly pajamas, immediately drenching my blanket and the hands holding them where they were. I cried and thrashed and I and everything in contact with me save for the dog became sopping wet. The blanket was beyond saving, the bottom of my pajama pants were saturated to the point of squishyness. The mattress started to absorb all the warm pee and it pooled and pooled and pooled. I arched, still peeing my pants as I felt it pool to my lower back and even above. My sleeves got wet. I could feel it everywhere, all while I was still desperately trying to regain control to no avail, soaking my old mattress right to the last drop. After it ended and the relief had washed over me I could drop the act and I just laid there and enjoyed it until everything got cold, at which point I got up and took the mattress back outside. Still in my wet pajamas, which was a terrible idea. Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. I got back inside and cleaned the mess that was the lake residing where the mattress had been laying, threw everything in the laundry, took a shower, and just kind of sat around in a fresh pair of bra and panties (The heat was on ^^ We have a fireplace) and watched Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV.
  31. 12 points
    Sunday night, a friend of mine and my husband's came over to hang out and smoke weed with us. We were having a good time, sitting on my bed and chatting, passing the bowl around. I had a semi full bladder, nothing I was really worried about. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even go to the toilet at this level because I prefer to pee, even not during a hold, when I have a substantial amount to go. For reference, I was wearing pajama pants and a tshirt. Well, we got halfway through the bowl and I was feeling buzzed. I took a decent sized hit aaand I coughed. Hard. The force of the cough pushed down hard on my bladder and forced out a decent sized spurt. It stayed trapped between my pussy lips, luckily so I let it slowly dribble out from there into my panties, soaking the front of them in a pingpong ball sized wet patch. Unfortunately, I coughed again and it pushed more pee down into my urethra. My friend and my husband were concerned about my coughing but seemed not to suspect my dampness problem!! I shifted in place a little, trying to get the pee to say in and not soak into my panties. I wasn't sure they could handle much more fluid. Unfortunately, I couldn't prevent it forever. The leak gushed out and immediately soaked into my panties behind the first wet patch. More between my legs than the front. I took a moment while my husband hand my friend distracted to maneuver a towel underneath me. I couldn't risk moving much. A particularly vigorous movement to shove the towel between my legs and cover myself up with the blanket caused another spurt soak into the back of my panties but luckily, the towel protected my bed. I finally got the leaks under control and stepped away to another part of the basement (my bedroom is in the basement, for reference) to assess the damage. My undies were quite wet in the butt and gusset and a bit had gotten on my pajama pants. I hastily changed into a dress and put on a depends pullup to catch any future leaks. Because why bother going to a toilet at this point, right? I can say for sure my husband didn't notice because he would have said something. My friend may or may not have. I don't know. But she didn't mentionthe sudden change of clothing. Some part of me suspects she had an idea of what happened and kept quiet tospare my feelings but I would honestly have laughed it off. This isn't the first time I have "gotten away with" wetting my panties in the presence of another but it was fresh in my mind so I thought I would share.
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    As I know some of you have noticed, because you keep e-mailing me about it, the daily free video on HD Wetting has been gone sense our database snafu a few months ago. So, for those of you who have been patiently waiting, I am very happy to let you know that the daily free video page is back! Not only that, but I have swapped out the available videos so the free videos in the mix now is 80% new content that has never been released for free before.
  34. 12 points
    Now that I'm a newbie fresh out of lurker mode, I'll try to keep up with sharing from my anecdote vault. Here's a fond memory that dates back to my senior year of high school... I've always liked to share company with many different types of folks, and in high school I would hang out with the nerds, the stoners, the musicians, and the jocks. I just liked people, and I took pride in being welcomed into a variety of groups. I suppose this could be spun as having identity issues, but I liked how the different groups drew out different aspects of my personality. Anyway, that has little to do with anything, except that during one stretch of senior year, I happened to spend a lot of time with a group of people who liked to party. One of the girls, a senior (not) named Ali, was tall, blonde, athletic, and large-bosomed. For mostly these reasons, she was pretty popular with the guys, but I didn't particularly care for her (although we ended up going to the same college and became a lot more friendly there). One thing I did notice about Ali is that alcohol seemed to run right through her, and she was definitely the most likely girl in the group to get desperate and have a peemergency. I had the good fortune to see Ali desperate on several occasions, but one in particular really stands out. One night, a group of us had been drinking beer and wine coolers (yes, wine coolers) at a local park, when it started getting cold, and the topic of finding an indoor spot came up. One of the group, Jay, said that his mom was out of town and that we were all welcome to come over to his flat, if we didn't mind driving across town to get there. The evening was still young, so we all readily agreed that this seemed like a great option. Upon arriving at his place, I noticed several of the group standing outside the building. When I asked what was up, someone explained that Jay knew of a liquor store nearby that would sell him alcohol, so he stopped there on the way home to make sure we all had something to drink. A few minutes later, Ali pulled up in her VW bug. She rolled down the window and shouted, "What are you guys doing? Why aren't you inside?" A couple of lines into the explanation, her eyes bugged out and she exclaimed, "You mean Jay's not here?!? Oh my god, I have to peeeeeee!!" Ali drove off to park and returned on foot about 5 minutes later, walking a bit awkwardly and looking desperate. "You mean he's still not here?!? Ohhhhh, I have to peeeee!" Her voice sounded absolutely frantic and her look had gone from desperate to panicked. I remember thinking she seemed very close to losing control of her bladder at that point, and figured she might go for a desperate squat between parked cars or something. At this moment, I had a devilish thought. I was going to suggest to Ali that for all we knew, Jay could be upstairs inside his flat, and it was worth it for us to take a walk up the stairs to his flat to check if he was actually there (the outside door to the building itself did not lock). I knew that Jay wasn't there, and by the time we got up to his door on the third floor, Ali would not be able to make it all the way back down and would very likely end up peeing in her pants, as she would never just "pop a squat" inside the building. In fact, she was so very desperate that there's a good chance she wouldn't have made it to the bathroom even if Jay had been home. Even though it would've been great to see Ali lose control and pee in her tight jeans, my idea seemed a bit cruel. And given that she hadn't yet gone to find a place to squat, I thought it might just happen anyway. Unfortunately, one of my friends piped up and mentioned that she should just go piss in the schoolyard on the other side of the adjacent building. "That's what I did, I just walked in and pissed against a fence, nobody will see you there," he added. Ali looked like she didn't want to do it, but quickly realized that it was her least humiliating option, so she hurried off to the schoolyard. Jay showed up shortly afterward, and we all ended up going upstairs and having a fun rest of the evening. At some point, literally hours later, I realized that Ali was not wearing the same tight jeans that she had been wearing when she'd shown up earlier. She was wearing a much looser, slightly darker pair. When I had a moment to ask her discretely, I did: "Hey, Ali, were those the same jeans you wearing earlier? They look different for some reason." "Wow, I can't believe you noticed," she replied, "actually, they are different, I borrowed these from Jay." Well that sure as heck piqued my interest, but a couple of people came over to join our conversation before I could ask the obvious follow-up of WHY? I had just assumed that she had found a spot in the schoolyard and done her business without incident, but I realized that I hadn't checked her jeans out for any signs that things hadn't gone so smoothly for her. I was dying to get confirmation of what I wanted to believe, but it seemed weird to bring it up to Ali again, so I decided that when I got the chance, I'd ask Jay, as we were pretty good friends. The moment presented itself when Jay declared that he was going to his bedroom to grab some CD's to play out in the living room. I followed him in, and asked him why Ali was wearing a pair of his jeans. He kind of smirked and replied, "uhhhh I don't know, I guess she just wanted to wear a pair of mine." We both knew that didn't really make sense, and I told him so and waited for a better reply. "Uhhhh welllll...." I was getting the feeling that Ali must've made him promise not to tell, but I wanted to hear it. "Well, what??" "Welllll.... ok, ok, promise you won't say anything to anyone..." "Of course I won't." He grinned broadly. "Ummm, Ali, kind of... had an accident." "Like she peed in her pants? I know she was dying to pee before you showed up, but I thought she went over to the schoolyard and peed there." "Well I guess she must not have made it or something." At this point, I had to hide my erection, but I went a step further. "No way! Seriously? Let me see her jeans." Jay started laughing heartily. "You wanna see them? Oh my god, you really are a pervert!" he exclaimed and laughed some more. This pretty much shut me down. During that time, I was convinced I was the only weirdo in the entire world who was turned on by this type of thing, and I was super paranoid about being "found out". Jay and I were friends and high school boys, so he probably would've shown me her jeans if I had pressed on about it, but I decided it wasn't worth outing myself any more than I just had to him. It certainly was fun to imagine what those jeans did look like, especially while she was still wearing them! And I got plenty of mileage out of replaying various versions of those moments leading up to Ali's pee accident, too. Gee, I never realized how long winded I am! It's fun to recount these memories in detail though. Hopefully with time I'll get better at writing them up a bit more succinctly....
  35. 12 points
    My thoughts for the day. (And just about every day) I want to drink a whole lot of water and I want to hold my piss until I am really desperate. Until I have to squeeze my legs together and put both of my hands tightly against my pussy. I want to be squirming and moaning "I have to piss so bad!" I want to feel the tightness in my stomach right where the nerves for sexual pleasure are. I want my muscles to keep twitching and clinching as they try to keep all of my piss inside. I want those muscles to keep working so hard, to keep pulsing so tightly that it feels like I am having rough sex, like I am right there ready to cum so strongly. I want to be breathing so hard and fast and I want to me whimpering like a baby, "Oh fuck I'm gonna piss, I don't think I can make it! I'm gonna wet my pants! I can't hold it daddy!" and I want to be so desperate for release that I am shaking. My legs, my stomach, my hands. I want to be tingling so intensely inside. I want to almost cry because it feels so good and because I need to piss so bad. I want bend forward with my legs crossed and my hands pressed so hard against my pussy. I want to feel the little leaks that I can't control anymore dribbling on my fingers through my panties and my pants. "It's coming! I don't think I'm gonna make it daddy! Oh no oh fuck! I'm wetting myself! Please no!" I want to feel my crotch getting wet, wetter, soaked, flooded. I want to take my hands away from my pissy pussy and watch. "Oh fuck yes that feels so good!" It's sexual and wet and naughty. I want to watch as the piss spreads across my crotch and down my legs. I want to feel it running down and dripping on my socks and into my shoes. I want to stand there feeling sexual and wet and relieved as my hot piss keeps spreading out and down while I force the last drops out. I want to look down at my growing puddle of piss. I want my body to quiver as the high feeling of losing control and pissing my pants takes over. I want to touch my soaked pants with my hands as I feel the bad little girl feeling, the high, and the sexual feelings as I stand there a warm, wet, pissy little mess.
  36. 12 points
    I'm a 21 year old college student, and my college, thankfully, is only about a 3 hour drive to my parent's house. I was driving back from my parent's house to school, and I figured I'd make the car ride fun by being desperate. So I chugged a bottle of water before I left, grabbed another one, and even stopped by McDs to grab a large soda to really fill up. I was almost half way home when I really started feeling it. It was at night and raining, so I grabbed myself through my jeans and kept squirming because I figured no one could see me. All of the sudden, I'm in dead traffic. Bumper to bumper on the interstate, and there's no way for me to get off (well the road that is, haha). My desperation grows from a 6/10 to a solid 8/10 quickly, but I still just keep squirming and squirming, desperately grabbing myself over my jeans to try and ease some of the pressure down there. I eventually gave in and unbuttoned jeans, but the relief that it gave my bladder was miniscule. I could feel it rock hard, bulging against my skin, begging just to let even a little pee out. But I persevered on as long as I could. At this point in my life, I had never had an accident outside of my own home. I'm usually a little nervous when it comes to being desperate outside of my home, but for some reason, this scenario was turning me on so much. I decided to help myself hold, that I would masturbate in my car and keep edging, hoping that it would distract my bladder and my brain. Eventually, nothing was helping relieve the pressure, and I was doing the biggest potty dance I've ever done in my life as best as I could in my tiny car. I'd had my hand stroking myself for the past 30 minutes, and by this time normally, I would have already been home by now. I was on the verge of wetting myself, and I could do nothing to stop it. I was defiant enough to keep holding until my body made the choice for me. The first spurt was short, maybe not even a second long, but I was so sensitive from masturbating that I almost came in my pants when it happened. I really didn't want to have to deal with cleaning up my car after, so I sprung into action and grabbed the empty McDs cup. It was night time and raining pretty steadily, so I didn't think anyone was able to see into my car. As I was trying to position the cup and get my pants down, another longer spurt leaked out around 1.5 seconds long. My time was growing shorter whether I liked it or not (I definitely liked it haha). I finally positioned the cup under pee, and sagged in relief as piss jetted out of me and into the cup. I ran into another problem as the cup started to fill and fill. I barely stopped the stream before the cup was filled to the top with piss. I rolled my window down to dump it out quickly when I noticed that the man in the truck next to me was staring at me. He looked bashful, but for some reason, I found that I was even more turned on that he was caught watching me. His intense stare and slightly red face makes me believe that he was turned on by my desperation as well. I was brought back to the moment when pee started to dribble out of me without my permission. I rolled my window back up because of the rain, but I positioned myself a little higher in my seat to give him a better angle of the show. I proceeded to piss almost another whole cup, and when I went to dump it out, I didn't break eye contact with him the whole time. It was so easy for me to cum after this that it took less than 30 seconds, and I could tell that he enjoyed it just as much as I did. The traffic started picking up shortly after, so I'll never know if he masturbated in his truck as well, but I like to think that he did. I hope y'all enjoyed me sharing my experience, and I hope to experience many more scenarios like this in the future:)
  37. 12 points
    Found this video of a woman trying out the "you go girl" a device to allow women to stand and pee. She goes around to different locations to try it out and on her final attempt wets her pants. hope ya enjoy! Необычно и непонятно! Но ей нравится.mp4
  38. 11 points
    Just stumbled across this twitter account. She has some really hot leaking videos https://twitter.com/prettywetgirl
  39. 11 points
    I needed to pee, and I was in a rare mood to do it in my clothes. This is my first time sharing a video. I never thought I'd be brave/reckless enough, but today I couldn't get the thought out of my head. (With sound, you can hear it splashing on the floor...) https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/wetting-my-white-skirt-42939931
  40. 11 points
    sketch animation commission kirino.mp4
  41. 11 points
    I was really craving some good desperation. Wearing a pull-up (depends) at work and hold enough to burst and then regain control, only to lose control again and hope it wasn't going to leak out was part of the fun that I had. I wanted to do more, so I decided to put on a new pull-up at bedtime and then wear my fleece lined sweatpants so that when I hold again until I lose control and wet my pants, the overflow would be absorbed by my thick pants. I drank some soda, and three beers, and decided to chill out in bed. The bed had a mattress pad, the sheets, a blanket, an extra mattress pad, and then my red fleece blanket. All that plus the diaper and my thick pants should be good. When I am lying down the desperation is not the same, so I was sort of sitting up, leaning back on an extra pillow or two. The urgency and the desperation this way was so much more electrifying because gravity played a part. The muscle tightening twitches felt just as amazingly orgasmic as the last time. I was so turned on that I just had to take myself to the climactic and pissy relief. Of course it felt glorious beyond words! The hand free wet orgasm felt so naughty there pissing my diaper in bed. So incredibly good in fact that I kept forcing gushes of piss, kept teasing those overly sensitive nerves, kept making my body twitch and tingle, kept feeling that arousingly naughty bed wetting feeling. There was so much pee that it was overflowing and I did not fucking care. The euphoric high clouded my rational brain. Piss was creeping up my tummy, along my thighs, under my ass, and up my back. My pants were soaked, my shirt was wet almost all the way up my back, and most importantly for this story, my bed was soaked. That hot and pissy and post orgasmic comedown still clouded my rational brain. I needed to lie there in my warm wet pissy bed. The excitement kept me from sleep. The naughty thing that I craved so much had finally happened! So I snuggled wetly in my piss soaked diaper, my wet pants and shirt, in my pissy bed and enjoyed replaying my deed in my mind. Then my husband decides to roll close to me and put his hand under me. Fuck! That is uncommon since we have a king sized bed and since he sleeps pretty soundly. "Why's the bed wet? Get up." I get up Fuck! All of my overflowing piss missed the extra mattress pad and soaked through to the mattress pad underneath everything! He says almost nothing. I say almost nothing. I try to keep my face from making any facial expressions that give a clue as to how much I loved wetting the bed. We change the wet bedding in almost total silence. He tells me, "you usually wear a diaper." not knowing was in fact wearing one and that I pissed so extremely much that the overflow was what drenched the bed, and not knowing that I was desperately full. (grinning internally the whole time) It's the only other thing he says. I change to dry PJ's and climb into the now dry bed, and snuggle down to sleep. Before he rolls over to go back to sleep he tells me I'm grounded for wetting the bed and that I deserve a spanking. Although he's not too thrilled with me wetting my clothes or the bed, just that sentence was a tiny victory.
  42. 11 points
    A funny teacher talking about 'teacher bladder'.
  43. 11 points
    This past Sunday, my friend that I talk with on kik told me to hold my bladder. It was about 2PM. Of course, I had to agree. He starts off by telling me to drink a glass of water. Then, about a half an hour goes by, and he says to drink another glass of water. Around 3PM, my mom calls me and asks if I wanted to go see a movie with her. The movie started at 6:45PM. I agreed to go. I informed my play partner, and said that I didn't want to pee myself at the movies. So, he says that I'll either need to fill up quicker before the movie, or I'll have to make it until after the movie is over. He ordered me to drink some more water. By this point I can start to feel the pressure start to build. With me, I go from nothing to desperate in a pretty short amount of time. Around 4:30 I really have to pee, and I beg him to let me go. He was nice enough to let me go, but he said that I had to continue to fill up on the ride and during the movie. We left for the movie around 5. We also picked up my brother, and then we then stopped at a gas station for snacks. I got a 32oz of root beer for the ride. It was about and hour ride, and half way through, I'm starting to get desperate again. I told my friend, and he encouraged me to hold on. I'm trying not to show how badly I needed to pee because my family was around. Thank gosh it was dark, because I had my back arched and legs squeezed together in desperation. I get tingles that go up my spine. I really have to pee. We are still about 20 minutes away when the first leak escaped me. I'm wearing a pair of my favorite thick black leggings. I definitely planned that on purpose. I could feel the fabric of my leggings get warm and wet. I gave in, and had to put my hand between my legs, otherwise I would not have been able to make it. I had to pee so bad. My friend kept trying to give me tips on how to hold it, but I was too embarrassed to do it with my family around. I involuntarily let another leak go. I can feel it spreading through my pants. I inevitably start shaking my legs too. Eventually we make it to the movie theater, get our tickets, and head straight for the bathroom. I was relieved until I saw a line. A line for the bathroom. In a theater. On a Sunday. I was so desperate to go. There were about 6 people in front of me. I was standing with my legs crossed, but I could feel my bladder starting to cave. A couple more leaks escaped, and then it turned into a slow trickle. I was peeing my pants in a theater. Exactly why I wore black leggings. It started running down my legs. I was squeezing as hard as I could. I finally was at the front of the line. As soon as the next stall became available, I made a mad dash. My bladder gave up. I started completely losing it. I hurried to lock the stall door, and tried to get my coat and bag hung up. I'm still peeing, as I'm pulling down my pants. Then, I finally got to actually sit down and pee. Thank gosh for black leggings. I got my revenge on him.
  44. 10 points
    I remember this one day. It was a warm summer afternoon. Not too hot, but the sun was bright and it was beautiful. I was wearing a tank top and some really short, tight, cotton pajama shorts. They were black and had Tinkerbell on them. They were my favorite because they showed off my sexy long legs. So I went outside, found a spot in the shade, laid down in the grass. I took a book with me outside so I had a reason to be out there instead of just randomly hanging out there doing nothing. While I was out there just chilling in the shade and reading, I was also slowly wetting my shorts. This went on for quite a while. I must have saved up a lot of pee just for this. Something about peeing outside is always fun, and this particular event was pretty relaxing, even though the book I was reading was Stephen King's IT. There were others at home at the time, so I obviously chose black because I didn't want them to see my wet patch, and I also waited until the sun started setting before going inside, in case it was still kind of visible. I could see that my shorts were wet with pee, but no one else was paying attention. After the sun started to set and I couldn't see to read, and after I finished peeing, I went back inside and changed out of my pissy bottoms, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Now every time I see someone wearing those really cute cotton shorts I think about peeing.
  45. 10 points
    Long time since I last posted. Life has been pretty hectic and it's been hard to find the time to have a good holding and wetting session. While just last week I was able to do a hold while on a roadtrip back home. It's a pretty short drive only five hours. My car gets decent gas mileage too so I only make one stop at the halfway point to top off on gas so I'm not running on E when i get back into town. Before I hit the road I knew i want to hold on my drive, it keeps me entertained, in a good mood, and it always feels naughty! Now it has been a long time since my last hold so my bladder hasn't been as strong as it usually was, not taking that into account I made sure to drink a venti coffee and a 16 oz. Bottle of water 2 hours before I started my drive. I had another 16 oz. Energy drink, Nos original is my preferred, and a blue Gatorade with me to sip on while I drive. The first hour of the drive was rather uneventful but I realized I ended up drinking my energy drink really quickly. I'm a huge fan of sugary drinks and caffiene! They also make me need to go rather quickly. In hindsight I dont think I even went before I left so I last emptied my bladder at roughly 8am and was on the road by noon. Drinking as much as i did before and even during. Hour two i was feeling a little squirmy what I'd call 4 out of 10. The feeling was there but wasnt anywhere near desperate or distracting. At the start of the third hour i was sipping on my gatorade getting ready to make my only stop on the trip. Getting out of the car to stand up increased my need pretty badly, gravity was against me as I filled my gas tank. I was fidgety hoping from foot to foot debating if I should be holding myself, just letting a little go, or running in to use the restroom. I had easily gone from a 4 to 7 in a little over an hour. However, like many of you on this sight I wanted to keep enjoying the feeling and just waited for the desperate wave to pass so i could get back to driving. To make things more fun I ended up going into the gas station to by another bottle of water, living in a desert you have to stay hydrated. I'm sure the cashier noticed my continuous squirming no matter how much I tried to be sneaky about it. Knowing that people's eyes were on me only got me so much more aroused. Now I'd never intentionally force my kinks onto other people or risk damaging public property. But harmless holding never hurt anyone before. Only this killed some time and increased how much I needed to go. Getting back to my car i got some relief when sitting back down, expect the seatbelts was starting to feel a little tight over my filling bladder. Only 30 minutes later the Gatorade was finished my need had been gradually climbing tipping towards a 9. My hand shoved between my thighs holding tightly while the other stayed firm kn the steering wheel. Knees bouncing, thank the gods for cruise control. With barely an hour left in my drive I began to leak. Small at first and so warm. Dampening my panties so deliciously. I wanted to challenege myself and drink more water but I just couldnt move my hand from my thighs to open the bottle. Surely if I had more would have leaked. Soon enough it didnt matter how much I squirmed or used my hands as more leaks were squirting their way into my panties jeans. The moment I could clearly see the growing wet patch I knew I needed to pull over. I hadn't planned well enough to wet completely in my car the towel I kept was still in the trunk. So I pulled onto the shoulder of the road, not how close the next gas station would be. Hobbling my way to the passenger side of the car in a sad attempt at shielding my accident. Each step around the car more leaks escaped. I was at a 10 and about to burst without question. No time to pull my pants down, even if I had wanted to. The dam had broke and the torrent of piss was so warm my legs were shaking I had to hold onto the side of my car to stay upright. It had been so long since I last lost control like this; it was simple euphoric. I did mention it was a sad attempt to shield myself twice during my accident had cars passing by honked at me. Once during the complete accident, I was too blissfully gone to realize why they had honked. The second while I was digging in my trunk for spare clothing. The dark wet spot having spread from my crotch down my left leg to my ankle and and right leg down to mid calf, my ass was entirely soaked through. I should have taken pictures but the second car honking at me startled me to much. I just changed, put my wet clothing into a plastic bag I had laying in the car, and got back on the road. The remainder of the drive home I was so horny I had to really focus not to just start touching myself on the side of the road, much less while driving. Easy to say when I brought my stuff in from the car, the first thing i did was play with myself replaying the accident on the side of the road. So glad no one else was home when I arrived. I got to go straight to my room and thoroughly enjoy myself. I really love road trips and would love to play more with holding and wetting during them, hopefully soon too.
  46. 10 points
  47. 10 points
    Since this Sonia fan art I'm working on is swelling just as quickly as her bladder, I'll be releasing artwork as it's ready right here. Thinking of doing two versions of both the male and female player character, not that they're the ones doing the wetting but each would probably have their own reaction to this curvy cutie having an accident in front of 'em! Keep checking back for what's next~
  48. 10 points
    I was walking a uni friend home from a gig. I'd promised to do so, but she had gone her own way at the gig and when we met up again at the end she was stoned and very drunk. (She was very pretty, petite and slim, with long, wavy dark hair and a cute face and smile, but we were just friends.) It was about three miles home, and she was very giggly. I was a bit annoyed, as she needed me to take care of her. I had to watch her every time we needed to cross a road. It was a slower journey than it needed to be. After a short while she told me that she should have gone to the toilet before we left. I guess there had been a long queue for the ladies, and she wasn't thinking straight. I told her that she would have to wait until she got home. We kept walking. Her need got more and more urgent. She kept telling me that she needed to wee and I kept telling her to wait. We were about half way home and she stopped. She looked at me and said 'I really can't wait. I need a piss. I gotta go.' I was a bit fed up by then. I reckoned that if she really had to pee she would have to squat behind a car, or in a front garden, or something. So I said 'Well, go on then.' I don't think either of us expected that my permission would trigger an immediate release. But it did. She began to piss, standing in front of me, splattering loudly into a dark puddle between her feet. I simply stared, lost for words, as she wet herself. She parted her legs and looked down at the dark puddle she was making on the pavement. She looked up and said, 'I can't stop.' 'Are you peeing in your knickers?' I asked, and she lifted her denim skirt to show me that she was pissing through her underwear. Eventually she stopped, and nodded when I asked her if she was ready to carry on walking. She brushed down her skirt and we kept going. We began talking about it, and she thought it was quite funny how I had made her lose control. I asked her if it would work again. She thought it would, so I said 'Well, go on then.' She stopped walking again, bent her legs, and wet her knickers again, once more peeing through them on the ground. This time it was only a short pee, just a few seconds and she finished. But it became our entertainment for most of the rest of the way home. Every so often I would say 'Well, go on then', and, on my command, she would piss herself and, standing, make a small puddle on the ground. After about half a dozen wettings she was empty, and couldn't pee any more, although she tried. She did manage one final wetting outside her front door when finally we got home. We never mentioned it again. But, a few weeks later, just before the end of term, we were with some friends in the park, just chatting and drinking in the evening. She came over to me and sat in the grass, next to me. She leaned over and said quietly, 'I need a piss. I don't think I can wait. I gotta go.' I replied, quietly 'Well, go on then.' She paused, grinned and said 'I can't stop.' She had pushed up her skirt when she sat down. She must have planned it, so she wouldn't get her skirt wet. She had her knees up, so I could see the glistening puddle she was now sitting in, and the stream pouring into it from her knickers. It quickly soaked into the ground, so it didn't spread far and it soon vanished when she had finished. She giggled when she stopped. She did manage to pee another two or three times, sitting next to me, when I said 'Well, go on then.'
  49. 10 points
  50. 10 points
    I'd really like to start drawing omorashi pictures. Here's one to start off with; it's just pen and pencil but I hope it turned out okay. In future I might be able to devote more time and effort to pictures, as well as learn to improve my abilities and get better equipment This is a picture of a dark-skinned girl who was bursting for the toilet, but despite filling an entire bottle she couldn't make it in time and went in her seat
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