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  1. 28 points

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    This was requested in the Video Links & Uploads section. I saw this on jade-net-home and couldn't cough up the money fast enough, lol. This one is right on-topic for me. It features a series of young ladies standing in a room holding it. The difference with this one is that it focuses on bulging bladders. The girls display their bladders for a significant portion of each scene. They also measure their wastes. Nice movie.

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    Hello again, Here are a few I've received recently from one of my favorite models. Enjoy! Brittany School Girl Wetting.flv Brittany Jeans Wetting.mp4
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    She is a gorgeous girl if you want that she peed her pants, she likes to do it, jeje Look and hope you enjoy this video pee.mp4
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    So my girlfriend sent me these... She's fine with me uploading them :) we are planning on making more together and separate... any suggestions? :) Jeans 1.mp4 Jeans 2.mp4 Jeans 3.mp4
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    I'm so excited to have this story to tell, especially because it was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity and because he was so embarrassed that he made me swear we'd never talk about it again. I was nervous about posting my first story a few days ago, mostly because I sometimes drag things out and use too much description by accident (I'm a writer, it's a problem), but it seemed to go over well so I figured I'd write about the other experience I had. I know this sounds like a poorly-written fanfic and even though he'll never admit it, yes it actually happened. Anyways, I started dating my boyfriend Alex about three months ago. We're both 23, he works with me (which is where we met) and he's absolutely perfect. Lean body, long brown hair, those perfect green eyes; okay now I'm just gushing. This happened about a month ago, two months into us dating and about six months after we met for the first time. It was an unseasonably warm day in April, and we both had off work that day and the day after. At work the night before, we joked about getting in the car early in the morning and just driving down to the beach for the night. What started out as a joke quickly turned into a good idea, just a fun little vacation away from all of the stress that work was causing, so we just decided to go with the flow. He agreed to pick me up at six the next morning, it was about a four hour drive from where we are and we would get there around early afternoon. I was excited when I got into his car at almost exactly six, just like we planned. I had a whole two days with him to look forward to, and everything going wrong in life was temporarily fading out of my mind. We started driving and quickly jumped the highway as he sipped on his large coffee, something I've never seen him drink before. "You tired?", I asked him. "You never drink coffee." "Way tired, I couldn't sleep but I figured this would give me some quick energy if anything." He finished almost the whole coffee in the next twenty minutes as we continued down the highway, more than excited to get to the beach. About an hour into the trip, I noticed his leg bouncing up and down slightly as we sat at a red light. Obviously me, being who I am, wondered to myself if he had to pee from all of the coffee he's not used to to having. He's always been shy when it comes to things like using the bathroom, and I wondered if he'd come clean and admit it or wait until I asked him to stop somewhere (he knows I have a small bladder, so I'm sure he figured I would.) Things were kind of quiet at this point as we continued to drive, and I tried not to make it seem like I was staring as he squirmed in his seat every so often. We were about to pass an exit and he slowed down a little and looked at me. "Do you need to stop or anything before we get on the interstate? Traffic's usually backed up here around this time because of the morning rush." Normally I would have said yes just for the chance to empty my bladder, but I secretly wanted to see what he'd do if I said no, so I shook my head. I noticed him grimace a little and drive past the exit and onto the interstate, obviously not wanting to lose pride by being the one who needed to stop. Of course he was right about the interstate, the traffic was ridiculous around eight o clock there, or just so in general. It seemed like we were doing a lot of just sitting, stuck between cars and time was going by so slowly. It had been about an hour and forty minutes by now and I had to pee just a little bit, certain I could hold it for a couple more hours or probably even until we got there. I glanced back over at Alex, who had one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other close to his crotch. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shifted in his seat a little before squeezing himself with his hand, then quickly turning to look at me to make sure I wasn't paying attention. I could feel myself become more aroused by the situation, never thinking I'd get the opportunity to see him desperate. "You good? You seem a little tense.", I asked him kind of coyly. He immediately tensed and stayed still, making his hand into a fist and lying it back on his lap repetitively. The traffic was moving so slow that it was frustrating me, and I wasn't even the one driving. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. I just have a bit of a headache." Perfect. I pulled out two Tylenol and a full bottle of water from my purse, excited for this opportunity now, too. "Here, take these. They'll help. And drink as much of the water as you can, you're not used that much caffeine, it dehydrates you." I half expected him to crack but he didn't, taking the pills from my hand and downing them with about half of the bottle of water. "You should finish that, you need to stay hydrated.", I insisted. "No, I'm alright, I'm sure this'll help, thank you though." At this point in our slow moving traffic, I noticed the stretch in front of us had one closed lane which was causing the extra slowness. Alex groaned under his breath as he noticed the scene and I felt the arousal increase inside of me, hoping I'd actually have the chance to see him have an accident. We were at a complete stop again as I heard him take in a short breath. The part of me that felt bad for him in this predicament was silenced by my curiosity and want to push him over the edge. "Headache that bad?", I asked him, not wanting to let in on the fact that I knew he was lying. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and shook his head yes, looking for another cause to blame. "Here, I know something that'll help." I leaned over as far as I could with my seatbelt on and started massaging his shoulders and neck, feeling the tension beaming off of him. "You're so tense, I can't help when your muscles are so tight. Just take a deep breath and let your whole body relax, okay? Just relax." I could see his desperate attempt to not move under my touch, but it was quickly thwarted when I'm guessing another wave of desperation hit him, causing his knee to bounce quickly and his hand to fly back to his crotch and squeeze. "You're not relaxed.", I said playfully. I could see him squeezing himself every three to four seconds now and knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold it anymore. "I...I can't.", he said in a flat tone. "Why not? Is your head still bothering you?" "No, I just uh, kinda have to pee." he finally admitted, now letting himself squirm a little more openly. "Oh, okay, I have to go a little bit too. We can stop at the next stop if you want, I think it'll only be another twenty minutes or so in this mess." He groaned again a little louder, his hand now not moving it's spot as he kept a tight grip on himself. "No, I need to go like, right now, I didn't expect all of this traffic." I could see his face turn red with embarrassment and didn't know what to do. I thought about telling him to try using the bottle or his empty coffee cup, but instead just looked down at his trembling thighs. "Here, I'll help.", I said as my fingers went towards his leg. He was almost shaking now, and I knew that even if we did get somewhere soon he probably wouldn't be able to hold it until he got inside. "Don't. I can't move my hand.", he moaned. He didn't look at me during any of this, and I tried to act like it was no big deal to me. I ignored him and quickly replaced his hand with mine, hearing him whimper and seeing the tiniest spot between my fingers on his jeans a moment later. I knew how bad he had to go, but seeing him leak even the tiniest amount was still shocking to me, it was so unreal that one my fantasies was coming true right before my eyes. I continued squeezing his dick and feeling it throb under my touch as I tried to convince him to relax a little, secretly hoping he'd soon just let go. "Just try to relax the rest of your body, okay? It's worse if you tense up everywhere the way you are." He didn't say anything and it was clear he didn't listen to my advice, still overcome and blinded by need. He had both hands on the wheel now, tapping his hand forcefully as I continued to keep my grip on him, wanting so desperately to let go on purpose and watch him leak. Eight minutes went by and he was somehow still holding it all in as I felt another small warm sensation underneath my fingers, followed by a second, slightly longer one. He was losing control and I could barely stand to watch without wanting to climb on top of him. I acted sympathetic and didn't say much as he tried to focus on driving and holding back his overly-full bladder. Traffic sped up a little faster than expected for the one lane situation, and we managed to pull into a local fast food joint. His pants were mostly dry besides a small round spot around my hand, and I moaned quietly at the thought of how terribly full his bladder must have felt. He parked the car and I finally had the courage to let go of the hold I had on his dick, and within a second he was already peeing. I watched as a stream made it's way across his thigh for a few seconds before he clamped down, frantically dancing in his seat. "Mackenna, I told you not to let go.", he said flatly. I couldn't tell if he was angry with me or just full of embarrassment of the situation, but I apologized anyways, merely saying I forgot. "Fuck.", he groaned, and I watched as the spot on his jeans slowly grew a little wider every few seconds. Not wanting to see him completely ruin his upholstery, i quickly took the lid off of his coffee cup and passed it to him. "Here, this is empty, just pee in that until your bladder is empty enough to get out." He still didn't look at me as he took it out of my hand, probably unsure of how he was going to get his pants out of the way before releasing his bladder. He fidgeted and squirmed, trying to adjust himself for a few more seconds before I watched him hold the empty coffee cup up between his legs, his pants still on. I immediately heard the sound of water hitting the plastic surface as he tried his best to aim into the cup while peeing through his pants. He let out a long sigh and continued going, half of his pee hitting the inside of the cup and the other half spreading quickly across his thighs and soaking into the seat of his car. His body finally seemed to relax and the tension leave him, and the look of relief on his face was amazing. He seemed to no longer care about making a mess or me watching as he emptied his bladder, which seemed to take forever. After he was finally done, he sat the cup in the cup holder, looked down at the damage he had done and said nothing besides 'this? Let's never talk about this again.
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    Everyone wants her for some reason. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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  7. 15 points
    Thats just, like, your opinion man.
  8. 14 points
    Here we go, everyone. This is a very, very long one. When I finished writing it, I tried to see if there was a way to split it into two parts, but there really isn't. I'll try to keep future parts more in line with the rest of the story. Anyway, please enjoy. ***** Part Eight- Emma exhaled slowly as Dee unlocked her belt and slid the wet shorts down her legs. The two of them were back in Emma's bedroom, having returned through a hidden passage to the game room, an elevator platform lifting them up where the pool table had been the previous day. “I'm sorry,” Dee said softly. “I tried telling her that you weren't ready, I really did, but she wouldn't listen...” “I listened just fine,” Kay's voice came in over the speakers. “However, I had the utmost faith in Emma's abilities. Neither one of the contestants were supposed to wet themselves during the competition, but after that nonsense with Jae caused a delay, and after seeing her pee...Emma, you just couldn't wait another second, could you?” Emma slowly shook her head. “I really couldn't...I was already starting to leak while we were still answering questions. I just burst, there was nothing I could have done...” “The quantity you released is evidence of that alone,” Kay said. “You greatly surpassed your previous mark. If the game had continued, you would have been allowed to pee some more, you wouldn't have watched fake-Jae wet herself, you might have made it back to the toilet. We'll never really know.” “I've been wondering,” Emma said suddenly. “When Jae peed, the loudspeaker never gave a quantity. Why is that?” “Oh, I keep a remote on me that lets me turn the audio on and off as I please. I didn't want it to interrupt my ranting so I shut it off,” Kay answered. “All results are still recorded and everything else operates as normal.” “Ah, alright. I'm curious then, how much did she wee?” “Only five hundred and seven milliliters,” Kay mumbled. “So disappointing...” “Isn't that about average though?” Emma asked. “Well, technically,” Kay droned. “Still though, if you're trying so hard to hold it, the bladder should expand beyond that. She must have never been truly desperate in her life before today. No experience.” “That would make sense. I do feel sort of bad for her though, was it really-” Emma yelped as she felt Dee suddenly poke her hard in her left breast. “Don't try to argue with Kay's punishments,” Dee muttered. “She doesn't stand for anyone lying to her, even about minor issues. This kind of fuckery is unheard of here, an outsider coming into the complex under false pretenses? If we weren't so well-hidden, it could be a massive security risk.” Emma frowned and nodded. “I understand. It really is too bad though. I would have liked to meet the real Jae.” “She is wonderful,” Kay moaned, almost longingly. “I truly hope she returns one day. Anyway, I have some damage control to do after this incident, the clients are NOT happy. I'll be off comms for a time. Also, to make up for this nonsense, there's also a nice surprise for you in the kitchen, so get there when you have a chance. Oh, Dee, you're not showing any signs, but you're pretty desperate right?” Dee giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I'm bursting.” She reached down and pulled up her shirt, exposing her distended bladder. “Good. You're free to do what you like, as long as you follow the basic rules of course. Stay with Emma or go back to your part of the complex, your choice.” “I'll stay,” Dee said with a grin. “I thought as much, and there's already a new set of clothes for you along with Emma's in the drawer.” “Thank you, Professor. This getup is squishing my bladder,” Dee mumbled, patting down the comically generic butler uniform. “Oh and...Me and Emma...we're free to do what we like in the shower, right?” “Indeed, all bets are off in there. Remember though, cameras are running, so don't say anything personal.” “Of course,” Dee nodded. “Good luck sorting everything out, Professor. I'll do my best to hold it in until you get back to watch.” “Good girl,” Kay purred. “See you later, Subjects.” At that, Kay went silent. Dee turned and looked at Emma, standing there naked from the waist down, her legs still glistening with pee. “What do you think she's got for us in the kitchen?” Emma shrugged. “No clue. We'll go right after we shower.” “Absolutely,” Dee agreed. She turned away and walked into the bathroom, reaching into the shower to activate the electronic panel. Water rained down from all directions, the sound causing Dee to moan and squirm. Emma walked in behind her, pulling off her shirt and bra in one quick motion and tossing them out the door behind her. Dee was still fully dressed, but she seemed far more concerned with squirming and bouncing than with undressing. Emma walked up to her, reached out for Dee's jacket, and began undoing the buttons. Dee tried to stand still as Emma worked on her, letting her slide the jacket off of her. Next she undid Dee's white shirt and removed that as well, exposing a beautiful green lace bra. Reaching around to unhook the bra, Emma couldn't help but give Dee a soft kiss on the neck. The desperate girl shivered and moaned as her breasts fell free, and then Emma was removing Dee's belt and unbuttoning her slacks. The pants fell down her legs to reveal gorgeous panties that perfectly matched Dee's bra. “I've noticed you're wearing green a lot,” Emma whispered. “Did you ask Kay for it or is it just a coincidence?” “It's Kay's choice, actually,” Dee breathed. “She put me in this incredible emerald-studded green dress one time, it must have cost thousands, and she said I looked so amazing in the color. She gives me green stuff all the time now, unless a client specifically requests something else. Even then, I usually get green underwear. Fake-Jae was wearing green too...I think Kay just really loves the color.” “Good a reason as any,” Emma stated. “Get those off.” She pointed down to Dee's shoes, and the woman kicked them away and slid her socks off with her toes. The only thing left was for Emma to kneel down, grip Dee's panties, and slide them down her legs. And she did so at an unnecessarily slow rate, letting the lace gently brush Dee's legs on the way down, revealing a perfect black triangle of hair that pointed right to Dee's clit. Emma was eye-level with Dee's bulging bladder, her skin tight and smooth. Dee stepped out of the panties and Emma threw them out of the bathroom. Now they were both completely naked aside from their masks, which they removed together, setting them on the sink. Looking up at her, Emma noticed for the first time just how beautiful Dee's face was. Absolutely flawless, her features were perfectly symmetrical, her green eyes bright and lustful, her red lips held slightly apart in a slow exhale. Taken over by Dee's beauty, Emma did something she never would have thought herself capable of. She wasn't able to wait until they were even in the shower. With Dee leaning back on the wall next to the bath tub, sweat forming on her skin due to her desperation and arousal, Emma leaned in and shoved her face right between Dee's legs. Dee gasped and shouted for a moment, but she fell silent as soon as Emma's tongue found her clit. Emma had never done anything like this. Before meeting Kay, she had never considered being with a woman. Now, Emma let her tongue slide up and down Dee's vulva, kissing and sucking on her clit. The skin was so incredibly soft and warm, growing wetter by the second as Dee grew more and more aroused. Emma wrapped an arm around each of Dee's legs as they went weak, and the sounds of Dee's unabashed moans filled her ears. “Emma,” Dee gasped, reaching down to grab her bright red hair. “I...I'm so desperate...” “Hold it,” Emma ordered through her teeth as she pinched Dee's clit between her slick lips. “You said it yourself, you have to hold it in until Kay gets back to watch.” “With you...down there...it's so intense...” “I don't bloody care. You're going to hold it all in, no matter what I do to you.” Emma asserted her command by leaning up a bit and pushing her forehead into Dee's bladder as she continued to lick at Dee's clit. The blonde woman screamed out loud and threw her arms out to support herself against the wall, her hips shaking violently with the effort of containing her compressed bladder. Suddenly, Emma got to her feet and wrapped both arms around Dee, nearly dragging her into the shower. They were both soaked instantly from the multi-directional streams, and Emma slowly lowered Dee onto the large shower floor before she laid down on her front and returned to her place between Dee's legs. Dee was absolutely vibrating now, her womanhood burning hot and her hips thrusting non-stop. Now that she didn't have to hold Dee against the wall, Emma slid her right middle finger inside Dee and began vigorously rubbing her G-spot, causing the already-frantic woman to thrash and scream even louder. Despite Dee's immense effort, Emma felt a tiny spurt of pee spray onto her tongue. It was the first time she had ever tasted pee. Due to the fact that all Dee drank was water, it wasn't too bad. “You had better stop leaking,” Emma warned. Dee just moaned in confirmation as Emma kept pounding away at her G-spot. This went on for only two more minutes before Dee reached orgasm, spraying Emma's chin with her sex. Seconds later, Emma saw a tiny stream of pee begin leaking out of Dee. She retracted her finger and pushed her thumb hard against Dee's pee hole. “DO NOT WEE!” Emma commanded. “You're not allowed to pee yet. I won't let you.” Dee whined and moaned, double-crossing her legs around Emma's hand as she lay on the shower floor. “It's...coming...out...” she hissed. “It's my turn,” Emma ordered. “We're not leaving the shower until I cum, and if you pee in here, you won't get measured and you won't get any reward. I'm letting go of you now, and you had better hold it in.” Emma retracted her hand and leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her own legs wide for Dee. The other woman was completely knotted up, both hands clamped forcefully between her legs, her hips rocking and her mouth held open in a continuous moan. “Come here, Dee,” Emma nearly begged, stroking her own clit with her thumb. “I know you're strong enough to hold it. The sooner you get me off, the sooner you get out of the shower.” Dee moaned even louder, but a second later she released her iron grip on her throbbing wee and began crawling towards Emma. The red-haired girl closed her eyes in anticipation, her womanhood swollen, reddened, and slick. Since she was a young teenager, she had fantasied about what it would feel like, to have someone lick her down there, but she had been unlucky; all four of her past sexual partners hadn't been into it. Now she waited with her breath welling up in her chest...and then she felt it, the warm, soft, and wet sensation of Dee's lips brushing her labia before she felt her tongue flick over her clit. It took less than a second to send Emma over the edge. She was so earth-shatteringly horny that she exploded into a mindbending orgasm at Dee's slightest touch. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming, a reflex gained from constantly masturbating in a thin-walled dorm. Dee wasn't done yet though. Emma slid down onto the floor as she felt Dee's finger slide into her. This, in combination with Dee's tongue still expertly working her clit, forced another orgasm out of her almost instantly, and another less than ten seconds later. She had always heard of it, but she had never experienced multiple orgasms before – At least not at this incredible rate. Upon noticing that Emma was rendered completely limp and motionless, Dee retracted her finger and pulled herself next to Emma, wrapping her arms around the drained woman. “Please...” Dee whispered desperately into Emma's ear. “Let me turn the water off...I'm going to explode otherwise...” A shaky nod was all that Emma could manage. Not needing to be told twice, Dee reached up and slapped the electronic panel, and the shower fell silent. The two women just laid there, perfectly still, for a number of minutes. Now that the water had been turned off, Dee wasn't even squirming anymore. Emma had been watching like a hawk; she had not released any more pee yet. “You're bloody hopeless when the water's on, aren't you?” Emma asked with a chuckle. Dee sighed and nodded. “Yep. Always been this way. When I was a kid, I would nearly pee myself whenever it was raining. I had more than a few accidents. I had to fight so hard to hold it in whenever I was in public. When I was fifteen, I was on a date with my boyfriend. We were walking in a park, just before sunset, and it started raining. I was already pretty desperate at the time, it was after dinner and a movie...when the rain began I couldn't help but hold myself. My boyfriend noticed, obviously. Figured he'd laugh at me and tease me, but instead he went stiff and started stammering like an idiot. He tried helping me to the bathroom across the park, but I clearly wasn't going to make it. I told him I'd squat behind a tree, as the park was abandoned aside from us.” Dee inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, a fond smile growing across her wet face. “I should mention that we'd already had sex a few times at this point and we weren't weird about it, so this next part isn't supposed to be rapey or anything. Anyway, he helped me behind a tree and I got my pants down. He was staring, and even though we'd had sex as I just said, I figured he wouldn't want to see me pee. I told him not to look. I was seriously about to start leaking in my panties, hadn't pulled them down yet, but he just kept staring. And then he...took it out.” Emma blinked. “He...took it out?” “Yes.” “Are you trying to reference Seinfeld right now?” Emma laughed. “Well...the way I'm phrasing it, sort of. But I'm also being serious. He just unzipped right there. He was harder than I'd ever seen him before. His face was red and his breathing shallow. He was clearly hornier than he'd ever been in his life. My bladder was bursting, I was so obviously desperate, but he just pushed me down into the grass, tore my panties off, and attacked me right there in the middle of the park. Despite the pressure and shame I felt, I could just sense the passion coming off of him, and it was hotter than anything I'd ever done before. I was trying so fucking hard to hold it in...but I lost control half way through. I started peeing all over his thing and his legs, but the more I wet myself the harder he fucked me. To this day, I've never seen anything like it. I remember at one point he pulled out, put both hands on my bladder, and kept pushing on it like he was trying to give it C.P.R.” Dee burst out laughing there, but stopped as she gasped and folded her legs back up. “My pee flew like ten feet through the air, it was amazing and hilarious. When we were both finished, we stayed there together for a long time, much like the two of us are now, and we just talked.” Dee reached out and began circling Emma's right nipple with her index finger, causing the redhead to shiver and moan softly. “He told me that, to him, nothing in the world was hotter than a beautiful girl who was absolutely desperate to pee. He opened up to me completely, spilling his guts about all his fantasies and kinks. I obliged every one of them over the next few years. He turned me into an extremely sexual person. It was his idea that I start camming to make money after my parents booted me.” “Why did you two break up?” Emma asked softly. Dee turned her head to look into Emma's eyes, her smile widening even further. “We didn't. He's watching us right now, I'm sure,” Dee said happily. Emma's mouth fell open. “What? Are you serious, he's a client?” “Not to begin with,” Dee explained. “When I first got the invitation from Kay, I gave the condition that he be given free access to the stream. She obliged without a problem. After it was over, Kay asked me if I would like to stay. I loved it so much, and he loved watching me so much, that we agreed I should stay here for a while. Men aren't welcome in the complex, but he lives in a large home less than twenty miles from here that I had built with my original earnings. Every night I'm not working here, I'm with him. It's still not very often, though.” Emma stared at the ceiling of the shower, her mind racing. “Why didn't you tell me this before? I thought you were sort of on your own.” “I always greatly simplify my situation when I'm talking to a new girl,” Dee said. “Not all of them last and not all of them are compatible with Kay. I don't like getting close to people I'll never see again. I have a feeling that you and I are going to have a wonderful future, however.” Emma smiled wide at this, reaching up to grasp Dee's hand that was still teasing her breast. “And this guy's really okay with you sleeping with other people?” Dee laughed hard again. This time it caused her to moan loudly and shove her free hand between her legs. “You kidding me? He absolutely adores watching me with other women. He texted me early this morning saying that watching me and you struggling to hold it together last night was the single greatest thing he'd ever seen. He's a very sexually accepting person. Pretty much, as long as I'm not having unprotected sex with another man, he's completely fine with anything I do. We truly love each other, what we do with our bodies is secondary to that." “It sounds like a really fun relationship,” Emma said softly. “It is,” Dee purred. “What about you? What was your first sexual pee-related experience?” Emma pursed her lips. “Honestly, it was never really sexual for me until I met Kay. I've had a lot of people who've wanted to watch me wee on my cam, and I never had a problem with it, but it was really just for the money. Sometimes people would get all mean and threaten to quit paying if I left to go to the loo, but when that happened I would just turn down my mic output and pee in a cup or on the floor if nothing was available. Nobody ever specifically asked me to hold it in before Kay.” “Wow, and you already have such a large capacity?” Dee asked, stunned. “I guess I'm a natural,” Emma shrugged. “I mean, I've been desperate before, but I've never-” “What the hell are you girls still doing in there?” Kay's voice suddenly shot out of a nearby speaker, severely startling both Emma and Dee. “I've been gone for almost an hour!” Dee blinked and looked up towards the nearest camera. “Wait, really? I guess we've been having too much fun...” “You didn't pee, did you?” Kay asked seriously. Dee sighed and shook her head, patting her greatly distended bladder. “Nope, it's still all in here.” “Good,” Kay mumbled. “Listen though, you two need to get to the kitchen like, right now. The surprise I mentioned is sort of time-sensitive and I really don't think there's much time left.” “Oh damn,” Emma stammered. “I completely forgot about that. Sorry, Professor, we'll get on with it right now.” Emma scrambled to her feet and helped the desperate Dee stand as well, and the two of them quickly patted themselves down with towels and pulled their masks back on. Seconds later, they both left the bathroom and walked to the dresser. Emma pulled open the drawer and her eyes went wide in delight at the sight of an incredibly ornate blue and white Kimono. “HOLY BLOODY FUCKING SHIT!” Emma wailed. “Jeeze Emma, language,” Dee giggled. “Fuck, I'm sorry, but I- I've wanted one of these since...well, since forever. I never even dreamed that I would- Oh, God it's so beautiful.” “NERD ALERT!” Dee shouted, looking into one of the cameras and pointing at Emma's back. “Shut it or I'll squeeze your bladder till you pop,” Emma threatened. “Guess what, you get to wear one too.” Emma picked up her kimono, revealing a green and white one that was hidden underneath. Dee sighed. “Yeah, I figured when I saw yours. I also have a feeling I know what this 'surprise' is, and Kay's right – We probably need to get down there fast...” “There's a problem though,” Emma mumbled. “What is it?” “I've got no bloody clue how to put this on.” Dee laughed softly and reached out to take the bundle from her. “Just stand still and spread your arms, I'll help you out.” Emma did as instructed as Dee spread the kimono out on her bed. Inside the bundle was a pair of wooden sandals and a pair of white and pink striped cotton panties, as well as a long and wide belt. Dee let Emma step into the panties and pulled them into place, then she draped the beautiful kimono over Emma's shoulders. Emma slid her arms through the massive sleeves and stood still as Dee folded it properly and tied the belt around her middle. It was a very involved process and it took the better part of ten minutes before it was on properly. “You look amazing,” Dee whispered. “So do you,” Emma responded. “I'm not even wearing mine yet,” Dee giggled. She was still completely naked, straight out of the shower. “I know,” Emma asserted with a naughty grin. Her face fell seconds later though as a new thought floated into her head. “I just realized...we're probably gonna be forced to wet ourselves in these. I don't wanna, they're so beautiful...” “There's no need to worry, subject,” Kay said suddenly. “They'll be cleaned properly and they'll always be good as new. And I'll tell you what – You help Dee break two liters tonight, and I'll let you keep it. And by 'help,' I mean 'force her to reach two liters using any means necessary,' you understand me? Since I started running this thing, only two women have ever surpassed two liters. I know she's capable of it. It's time for there to be a third.” Dee turned to Emma and grimaced when she saw the fires of wicked determination glowing in Emma's eyes. “I...I guess I'd better get my kimono on,” Dee mumbled, turning away from Emma with her face growing slightly panicked. “Please hurry,” Kay said softly. “The surprise legitimately doesn't have much time left. Oh, and Dee... It's far past your assigned time to drink. I think you should probably have two bottles to make up for it when you get to the kitchen.” Dee frowned and placed her right hand over her round, solid belly. “Yes, Professor.” Kay and Emma remained silent as Dee put on her own kimono. She was far faster on her own than she was putting it on Emma, and five minutes later the two women were heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. Dee paused every couple of steps to squirm for a moment, but she made it down without issue. They circled around the bottom of the staircase and into the hall to the kitchen, and soon enough Emma pushed open the door and stepped into what could have been an actual home in Feudal Japan. Her eyes widened in absolute disbelief – Not at what she was specifically seeing, but rather that the kitchen had been entirely normal less than three hours ago. “How did this happen?” Emma hissed. “It's...it's impossible, nobody could have redecorated it so fast, even the basic layout of the counters is completely different...it's just-” “It's best not to question it,” Dee mumbled. “I have no evidence for this, but I think Kay must have a team of workers who run around here in secret, changing things to her liking. None of the girls I know would be capable of something like this. Not this fast, anyway.” “This place gets more and more incredible every minute I'm here,” Emma whispered. “It's like Hogwarts or some sh-” “You're finally here,” mumbled an extremely soft female voice, directly to Emma's left. The redhead shrieked in surprise and stumbled sideways, nearly knocking over Dee. “What- Who-” Emma regained her balance and looked towards the source of the voice. There stood a woman who Emma had never seen before. Even under her jet-black masquerade mask that perfectly matched the color of her long, straight hair, she was clearly Asian, most likely Japanese. She was wearing a traditional Itamae uniform, and she was holding a tray completely covered in various sushi rolls and sashimi. “I am called Tsu. It is my pleasure to meet you, Emma. I am Kay's personal Itamae – Her sushi chef. She has instructed me to prepare any dish you may desire.” Tsu spoke with a moderate Japanese accent; perfectly understandable but definitely not fluent in English. She stepped forwards and placed the tray on the short table that spanned the center of the room, then turned back towards Emma with a short bow. Emma smiled widely and approached Tsu, bowing in return. As she got closer to the Japanese woman, she began to notice what Kay had been rushing them about. Tsu's face was coated in sweat, and her legs were pressing together with great force. A small wet patch could be seen staining the crotch of her white pants. She was obviously trying incredibly hard to hide it, but she was truly desperate. Emma's mind filled with thoughts of this woman waiting here for over an hour, struggling desperately to hold it in, expecting her to show up any second. Her face grew apologetic. “I'm really sorry that we took so long. We honestly had no idea that there was someone else down here. I figured there was a meal for us that was getting cold or something...” “There is no need to apologize,” Tsu said with a smile. “Please take a place at the table and let me know what you would like.” “I couldn't ask you to cook when you're so desperate,” Emma offered. “Just sit with us and focus on holding it.” Tsu slowly shook her head. “The Professor told me that you haven't had a decent meal since you arrived here, that you have just been eating random snacks between holds. This will not do, you need proper nutrition to keep your strength up. I am to prepare any sushi you would like, regardless of my desperation.” Tsu strode out of sight, around a corner to the left side of the room. She returned seconds later, hauling a large cart that housed rows of fish and all her other supplies. She paused every now and then, bending her knees slightly and letting out a soft whine. Emma and Dee stepped up to the table and looked at their 'seats,' two large black cushions that were neatly folded on the floor. “Wow, really going all-out with the Japanese thing, aren't they?” Emma whispered. “Yeah, some of the clients are really into it. Like, really, really, waaayyy too into it. But still, they pay, so Kay puts out. Suits me fine, I fucking love sushi...” “So do I,” Emma said with a grin. The two of them knelt down on the cushions, settling in front of the table. “Careful though, if you leak while you're on the cushion, it won't register,” Emma warned. “Of course, I know the game,” Dee sighed. “Now that I'm out of the shower, I feel a lot better though. I should be good for a while.” “Oh?” Emma chirped, a wicked smile growing on her face again. “Hey Tsu, the Professor said that Dee has to drink two water bottles to make up for ones she missed while we were fooling around in the shower. You got any here?” Tsu nodded quickly and reached under her cart, opening what seemed to be a mini-fridge. She pulled out two water bottles and placed them in front of Dee. Emma smiled sweetly as Dee turned her head slowly and mouthed “you're evil” at her. Emma's gloating was interrupted by a chime. “Now that I think about it,” Kay's voice said softly, “Your time to drink is nearly here, Emma. Why don't you have a bottle too. Soy sauce is salty, you might need it.” Emma sighed as she heard Kay's mic switch off. “I probably deserved that,” Emma mumbled as Tsu placed a bottle in front of her. Both Dee and Tsu nodded at her, their lips pursed in a suppressed smirk. “Oh, now I'm getting ganged up on?” Emma complained as she opened her bottle. She took a long sip as Dee and Tsu laughed for a moment, before the two desperate girls were forced to stop and squirm. “Ooohh,” Tsu moaned. “I can't even hold myself, it's not sanitary...” Dee scoffed. “Emma was just eating my pussy like twenty minutes ago while I leaked into her mouth. I don't think some pee sushi will disturb her all that much.” Tsu gasped loudly and covered her face with her hands. “Please, do not say such things!” she complained. Dee's mouth fell open into a disbelieving groan. “Tsu, that innocent Japanese schoolgirl act might please some of the clients, but if you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on I'll-” “Fuck's sake,” Tsu interrupted, crossing her arms. “I'm trying to put on a show for the newbie, why not let her enjoy it?” Emma blinked and stared at Tsu, stunned. Not at her sudden change of demeanor, but rather at the fact that her soft and sweet Japanese accent had instantly been replaced with a New York accent so comically loud and thick that she could have come straight from an episode of Cheers. “Stop trying to be cute,” Dee bitched. “Emma's one of us now, she wants to know the real you, not that creepy-ass waifu nonsense you-” Emma shook herself out of it as the two of them continued to argue. “Er- Yeah,” she spoke up loudly, causing Dee and Tsu to fall silent and look to her. “Dee's right. I don't need any special treatment. I'd like to become real friends with everybody here. Please, let's enjoy the sushi.” Dee nodded and eyed the row of fish, and Tsu sighed and took her place behind the cart. “You are right,” Tsu said. “I'm just so used to playing a part here. It's not often that I'm involved in a scene where I'm better off being myself.” Dee opened her first bottle of water and took a long sip. “I can imagine. One time I had to spend a whole week pretending to be a nun. I don't think you were here for that, though. As an atheist, it was a weird one...those robes are super fun to pee in though, I have to say. They get really heavy and clingy.” “One time she made me pee myself while I was wearing a full suit of actual Samurai armor,” Tsu laughed. “The idea was to take it all off before I lost control, but I tripped and just burst. That shit's designed for strong men, way too heavy for me.” “Alright, well now I'm jealous,” Emma butted in. “I've been told to just be myself in here this whole time. Where's my role?” “It's always simple for the new girls at first,” Dee explained. “Once you settle in here a bit more, the Professor will definitely give you some part to play for a day or so. Since you're English, with the red hair and everything, I wouldn't be surprised if it was some medieval situat-” “Are either of you going to order any food?” Tsu interrupted, her face impatient and her legs crossed tightly. “Shit, sorry,” Emma muttered. “I'd love an Alaska roll, and if you could please put some masago and sesame seeds on it, that would be wonderful. Oh, and eel sauce on the side please.” Tsu nodded with a smile and turned to Dee. The blonde woman pursed her lips and looked up in thought for a moment. “I'll take a...Yeah, please give me one spider roll, a Philadelphia roll but with raw salmon instead of smoked please, a salmon skin hand roll with a metric shit ton of bonito in it, two pieces of Ikura, and two pieces of Uni. Oh, and a lump of salmon sashimi would be excellent, thank you.” Tsu seemed unfazed as she began to work, but Emma slowly turned towards Dee, her mouth held open in disbelief. “You think that's enough bloody sushi right there?” Emma stammered. Dee shrugged. “I said I really love sushi, and maybe the rice will help dry up some of the pee in me.” Emma burst out laughing at this, leaning in on the table. “Holy shit, that's not how bladders work. That's not how any of this works.” Tsu started laughing as well, shoving a hand between her legs despite herself. Dee couldn't help it – She laughed with them, and she couldn't properly suppress it. Suddenly she yelped out loud and rolled sideways off of the cushion she was kneeling on. She pulled her kimono up, revealing the green and white striped panties she wore. There was an obvious wet patch right on her crotch, and even as Emma watched, another tiny pulse of pee soaked into them. “NO!” Emma shouted, scrambling into a crawl and pressing her hand hard against Dee's panties. “I swear to God, Dee, if you wet yourself now I will punish you myself.” “I'm sorry,” Dee whined. “I'm so full though, even if I don't laugh, I have no idea how long I can hold on...I'm really, seriously desperate...” “Listen to me,” Emma whispered. “You know you can do this. You came so insanely close last time. If you break two liters, you'll be a LEGEND here. Remember what Kay said? Only two people here have ever gone past two liters. You can do it. Focus your mind, block out the pressure, and do not let yourself leak again. Every little drop is wasted potential.” Dee grimaced and nodded, letting her curled-up legs fall to the floor. “You're right...I have to hold on, no matter what.” Emma leaned in and kissed Dee on the lips. “Do it for yourself, and do it for me. I really believe in you.” Dee smiled and actually blushed for the first time that Emma had ever seen. Emma helped Dee back into a kneel on the cushion, then handed her the remainder of her water. Dee frowned but drank without argument, pounding the rest of the first bottle and tearing open the second. Emma looked the blonde woman up and down. Her pure experience with holding allowed her to hide it well, but Emma's eyes were already trained. Much like Tsu, Dee was coated in sweat and her strained muscles twitched and shivered often. Beyond this, the great bulge of her incredible bladder was visible even under the loose-fitting kimono. Any other person would have thought her six months pregnant. Emma's examination of Dee was interrupted when Tsu reached down and set her completed sushi dish in front of her. It looked absolutely wonderful, masterfully prepared despite Tsu's own desperation. Dee's huge spread of food came out next, taking up half the table in front of her. Tsu then sliced a number of different fish as sashimi, placed them simply on a plate, and knelt down across from them. “I decided to eat with you,” Tsu said. “I am hungry, and I'm also very interested in Dee's situation right now. Didn't mean to eavesdrop, but did I hear right? You're trying to break two liters?” Dee nodded quietly as she placed a piece of her Philadelphia roll in her mouth. Emma spoke for her. “Kay's instructed me to force her to hold it in. She knows that Dee can hold more and wants her to take it really far. If I help her surpass two liters, Kay will let me keep the kimono.” Tsu flexed her lips. “You realize that you're earning millions of dollars here, right? Why not just buy your own kimono?” Emma blinked. “I...actually didn't even consider that. The idea of so much money is still completely surreal to me. Still, though...I want Dee to do it too. Last night, she came SO CLOSE to two liters. If we can help her hold it for just a little while longer, I'm sure she'll make it.” Dee swallowed with a dramatic gulp. “I want to do it too. I know I can, but the pressure is just so intense right now. It comes in waves. Sometimes I'm alright, and sometimes it takes all I have in me not to explode right here.” “I'm...rather close to my limit as well,” Tsu admitted. “I have been holding on for a really long time before you two got here. I must have drank at least four liters already today, and as you can see, I started leaking earlier but I managed to regain control.” She reached down and lifted the front of her loose shirt, revealing her bulge that protruded at least six inches. It was so tight and round, the shape of her bladder perfectly visible. Emma couldn't help but stare; it was truly turning her on. “This is gonna sound weird, but you have a really cute bladder,” she said softly. Tsu scoffed. “Cute? That's a new one.” Emma laughed and shook her head. “I told you it would sound weird. Well, I mean, mine's sort of taller and Dee just looks pregnant, but yours is so perfectly round. It's really bloody hot.” Tsu smiled and took a bite of her sashimi. Emma looked down at her plate and ate a piece as well. The three of them ate silently for a while. Emma finished her plate quickly, and was about to ask for a spicy yellowtail roll before Tsu looked up at her. “You wanna touch it?” Tsu offered. Emma furrowed her brow. “Your bladder?” Tsu nodded. Emma was long past feeling any shame in this place, and she nodded enthusiastically. Tsu pushed her half-finished sashimi plate aside and climbed onto the table, kneeling in front of Emma. The redhead reached out and gently placed her right hand on Tsu's round bladder. The bulge was burning hot and absolutely rock-solid. Emma couldn't help herself as she pushed in gently with her thumb. Tsu inhaled sharply and leaned forwards, biting her lip. She did nothing to stop Emma though as she kept pressing in on her. “Are you sure this is alright?” Emma asked softly. “I wouldn't want you to lose it early because of me.” Tsu shook her head. “I absolutely love the feeling of outside pressure when I'm this desperate. Each push is like a little orgasm. If I feel like I'm about to leak, I'll let you know. For now, you can push much harder if you'd like.” Emma took this invitation happily, increasing the pressure she was applying with her thumb. Tsu moaned loudly and shifted her weight down, pushing her crotch against her heel. “Come on, Emma,” Dee said suddenly. “Give her all you've got, she loves it.” To set an example, Dee scooched closer to Emma and reached out with her left hand, placing her entire palm over Tsu's distended belly and pushing in hard. The Japanese woman screamed out loud in what sounded much more like pleasure than pain. She toppled over, nearly knocking the rest of Dee's food off the table. Dee moved to protect her plates while Tsu rolled onto her back right in front of Emma. Her bulge was even more prominent now, so large that it protruded even further than her breasts. Emma's staring was interrupted by a chime as Kay's voice spoke softly. “Normally I would put a stop to this...” Kay started, “but as long as Dee keeps holding it in, I will allow Tsu to proceed how she wishes. Both me and the clients love watching you press on her like that.” “Thank you, Professor,” Tsu breathed. She turned her head to Emma, smiling widely, her face reddened from the effort of holding on. “Please, you can push even harder. I love it, I really do. Make me burst.” Even though she'd just gotten off with Dee, Emma felt incredibly turned on right then. She clambered onto the table and straddled Tsu, pulling her kimono up and coming to a rest with her panties hovering just over Tsu's crotch. Tsu squirmed under her and moaned softly, then reached out and grasped Emma's wrists. She guided the redhead's hands to her bursting bladder and let Emma take the lead from there. Emma leaned forwards and pushed down hard, feeling the liquid inside of Tsu compress. Tsu screamed and thrashed, moaning with immense pleasure and grasping her own breasts. Emma relaxed her push and started massaging Tsu's chest and hips, feeling her soft skin under her shirt. Without warning, she went for another push on Tsu's bladder. She moaned so loudly that it hurt Emma's ears, and she could feel Tsu's legs kicking against her back as she pushed. “Leaking yet?” Emma whispered. Tsu whined and shook her head. “You have amazing control. When we got here, you already had a wet spot though. How are you hanging on this long?” Tsu giggled and reached out for Emma's shoulders. “I tripped when I was trying to quickly load the sushi cart. It just startled some pee out of me. Now push harder, I'm about to come...” She grasped Emma's shoulders tightly and pulled her in, greatly increasing the force on her own bladder. Emma's hands had it nearly pushed flat now; she had no idea how Tsu was still holding on. Suddenly, Emma felt someone grasping around by her rear. She turned her head to see Dee struggling to pull Tsu's pants down while Emma sat on her. She lifted her butt and let Dee slide Tsu's pee-stained pants down to her ankles. “Mmmhh, what are you doing?” Tsu moaned through her gasps. “Just giving you the same treatment that me and Emma gave each other earlier,” Dee stated. Emma kept her head turned and watched as Dee began to stroke Tsu through her transparent white panties, causing the girl to go absolutely frantic. Emma could barely keep her balance as Tsu thrashed, and Dee took great advantage of this. Upon seeing Emma struggling to keep seated, she reached out with her free hand and pushed Emma hard, causing her to stumble forwards, directly on top of Tsu's bladder. Emma regained her balance and fell into a sit, unaware of her new position until Tsu shrieked in pleasure as she finally reached orgasm. With Dee teasing her clit and almost all of Emma's weight on her bladder, there was no more hope for Tsu's hold. The Japanese woman absolutely erupted, moaning low and loud as her pee instantly soaked Dee's hand. Due to the way her hips were thrust upwards, a lot of it slid across her belly and puddled around Emma's butt. The redhead didn't care in the slightest though, and she bounced in place, causing Tsu's pee to shoot out in great arcs, straight through the thin fabric of her panties. The sight of this whole thing proved too much for Dee. She suddenly yelped and stood, hobbling out of the room and into the hallway that led to the living room. Emma cursed and rolled off of Tsu, her dripping kimono leaving a trail across the floor as she gave chase. “TSU, COME WITH ME!” Emma shouted as she bolted out of the room. Tsu quickly kicked her pants away from her ankles and stood as well, running after Emma with pee still flowing freely down her legs and splattering across the floor. Emma found Dee kneeling down in the hallway, her hands shoved between her legs. Upon circling in front of her, she could see tears forming in the blonde woman's eyes. “I can't hold it anymore,” Dee cried. “It really hurts, I can feel it just about to come out...” Emma knelt in front of Dee and placed her hands around Dee's shoulders. “Dee, please, I know you can wait just a little bit longer. You know you want to pass two liters, and everyone knows you've got it in you, but you need to keep holding it. Just try to make it another five minutes.” “I CAN'T,” Dee moaned, her mouth open in agony as her hips rocked desperately. “Yes you can,” Emma said gently. She knew that getting upset would serve no purpose now, Dee had to stay calm and focused. “Besides, you can't wee until Tsu is done. I'm sure you can hear her, but she's standing right behind you, still going on the floor. If you do it now, the count will be invalid.” “I know,” Dee breathed. “Holy shit, I've never felt like this before...the pressure is unbelievable.” “Just a few more minutes,” Emma whispered. “Here, use my leg...” Emma reached down and pulled her kimono up, then fell into a seated position and extended her right leg. Dee understood, and she shifted forwards until she was right above Emma's leg. Slowly and gingerly, Dee sat down, pressing her privates with all her weight into Emma's hard kneecap. “Much better than holding myself,” Dee muttered. “Thank you.” “Any time,” Emma said with a smile. Dee closed her eyes and began breathing heavily, and Emma took the opportunity to look back at Tsu. She was standing about ten feet away from them in a slight squat, her head held down to watch her waterfall. Her pee was perfectly clear, glinting in the bright lighting of the hallway. There seemed to be a very slight downhill tilt towards the kitchen, or else Emma and Dee would both be soaking in her massive puddle right now. Instead, most of the liquid was soaking under the door into the other room. Suddenly, Tsu looked up and spoke. “Why'd you tell me to follow you? Isn't it mean to make Dee hear me wetting myself?” Emma frowned and nodded. “Kinda, but it's more important to use your pee to stop the system from measuring if Dee were to lose it too. Knowing you won't get the proper reward is a really good motivation to keep holding it. If you stayed in the kitchen, Dee would have been free to pee out here since I'm sure the different rooms can take separate measurements.” “I see,” Tsu agreed. “Well, I'm afraid to say that I'm gonna be out in a moment...” Sure enough, Tsu peed for another fifteen seconds before it slowed to a few drops, and then it fell silent. Her panties were completely see-through at this point, and Emma noticed how smooth and neat she was down there, cleanly shaven with tight labia that hid the fun within. Emma shook herself out of it and turned her eyes back to Dee, who was making a face that resembled that of a bear attack victim. “It's gonna come out,” Dee mouthed at Emma. “It's right there...I can feel it burning right at the hole...” “Tsu's hasn't been measured yet,” Emma said. “You have to hold on.” “Ooowwwww,” was all that Dee could manage. Seconds later, the trio heard the chime as Tsu's pee started sinking through the floor. “Alright, I've combined the quantities in the hallway and the Japanese scene, and it comes out to one thousand, three hundred and fifty eight milliliters,” Kay announced. “That's less than your last hold by quite a lot, but I suppose that's to be expected with Emma squeezing it out of you like that. Also I suspect that some of it was absorbed into the cushions next to the table. Still, I expect a far better result next time, subject.” Tsu sighed and nodded. “I'll do my best. So, is Dee safe to go now?” “Of course not,” Kay nearly snapped. “It doesn't matter if the system is measuring someone else first, she is to hold it in until her body fails her.” Dee moaned again and leaned in on Emma's shoulder, biting into the fabric of her kimono. Emma frowned and awkwardly patted Dee's back, just trying to do what she could to comfort her. It seemed hopeless though, Dee was on the very edge of a complete breakdown. She shook and heaved, moaning and gasping with every slight motion. Emma reached up and held Dee's head between her hands, pulling her in for a kiss in an attempt to distract her from the volcano of pee boiling inside of her. Dee reciprocated despite her absolute desperation, and the two of them just held each other and made out for a number of minutes while Tsu just stood nearby, looking on in envy. She knew that it was a sort of trance that they were in, that any interruption might dislodge whatever hold Dee had left. Still, Dee's recalcitrance against her bladder would soon reach the very edge of its limit. And that moment came just two minutes later. Emma heard Dee's breath catch as they kissed, and with her leg she actually felt the exact moment that Dee's muscles gave out completely. The blonde woman collapsed on top of Emma, her body going totally limp as an absolute tsunami of pee exploded out of her, instantly saturating Emma's leg and splattering up against the walls of the tight hallway. A thought occurred to Emma as she saw the pee start soaking into the hem of Dee's kimono. “Oh shit, we have to get the fabric out of here!” Emma shouted. “Tsu, help me!” Tsu caught on quickly, and she ran through Dee's rapidly expanding puddle and started tearing the kimono off of her while Emma pulled her own up to her chest and stuffed it into her large belt. “What...are you...doing,” Dee panted as she fell free of the kimono, now dressed only in her striped panties and masquerade mask. “We're not supposed...” her sentence was interrupted by an involuntary moan of relief. “Not supposed to remove our outfits unless we're in the bathroom...” “Not this time,” Emma said softly, still embracing Dee as she continued to flood the hallway with a torrent that made a fire hose look like a squirt gun. “Kay said to use any means necessary to make sure you passed two liters. If pee got soaked up into the kimonos, it wouldn't be measured properly. This is fine.” Dee nodded and nuzzled her face in Emma's hair. “Thank you for helping me get this far,” Dee whispered. “I just hope it was enough.” Emma hugged Dee tighter with her right arm, letting her left wander between Dee's legs. She slid her finger into the crotch of Dee's panties and pulled them aside, letting the stream flow completely unobstructed. The pressure was incredible. “I have no idea how you can wee so hard,” Emma muttered. “I saw your pee hole up close this morning, it's just a tiny opening...” Dee giggled like a little girl and spread her legs wider so Emma could see properly. “I don't know either. I guess when there's enough pressure, it just kinda opens up.” The way Dee was sitting, her pee was splattering all over Emma's legs and lower torso. She loved it though; it was really warm and comforting. Dee showed no sign of slowing down, and time continued passing. Emma was becoming concerned that the three minutes would pass before Dee could even finish. However, all good things must come to an end, and soon enough the great river slowed to a small brook, and after another twenty seconds, Dee finally ran dry. With no clothes on to absorb anything, Dee fell back into her puddle, completely spent, completely exhausted, and completely relieved. Emma took the opportunity to slide Dee's panties off and wring them tightly into the rest of the puddle. She then put them around her neck did the same to her own pair. “Every milliliter helps,” she stated. Time seemed to move at a standstill as they waited for the results, their anxiety growing with every passing second. After what felt like an age, the absurd quantity of liquid finally began vanishing into the floor. Still they waited and waited, until finally... “TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT MILLILITERS!” Kay roared, the absolute delight in her voice clear to all. The three women shrieked, Emma and Dee jumping to their feet, Dee's fatigue completely forgotten. They hugged each other and bounced up and down like a bunch of overexcited teenagers, reveling in Dee's complete victory. “Listen, listen, LISTEN,” Kay's voice shouted from the loudspeakers over the trio's wild celebration. The girls fell quiet and looked to the nearest camera, although they continued shaking with excitement. “The game is suspended for the rest of the night to celebrate Dee's accomplishment. Please, return to the Japanese scene and finish enjoying your dinner. The three of you may spend the rest of the evening together as you wish, but when it is time for Emma to sleep, I must ask that Dee and Tsu return to their own sections of the complex. Tomorrow's task is for Emma alone.” Emma gulped. “One more thing, and this is a rather unusual occurrence here, but Emma...I ask that you relieve yourself tonight, even if you are not desperate. If you go to sleep on a full bladder, you will have absolutely no chance of completing tomorrow's challenge, and we don't want that. So for now, enjoy the night. I am so impressed with you, Dee. We must speak personally some time soon.” Dee smiled wide and nodded. “Yes, Professor.” “Good. Well, I suppose I'll get out of your hair now. I will speak to you in the morning, Emma. Good night, Subjects.” Kay's mic cut out, and Dee turned towards the door to the Japanese scene. “Come on, Tsu, I'm still really fuckin' hungry.”
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    Let's stop derailing the topic now, shall we? It is a good idea in general to accurately tag your posts so that people know what to expect, whether its male, female, cat, dog, dragon, or tarrasque.
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    So one of my most favorite stories ever is from a post on the ToiletStool forum on page 1410 from a girl who identified as "Silly Sarah" I'll include it below with my art, it's short and sweet and so good. The account goes that she drank too much soda before bed and woke up wet in a room full of kids half her age. I've aged her up here since the original post she says she was 17, that dodgy detail aside this story is incredible. That's such an embarrassing position to be in, and to think things like this could happen often. Thankfully this brave one shared her story, and using a bedwetting video as reference I've begun a series of artwork to immortalize the story. I'll update this thread with more but please let me know what you think. Anyway here's the story: Silly Sarah I recently had the most embarrassing thing happen to me ever. Unfortunately I am no stranger to bathroom related misadventures (including but not limited to pooping my pants at my friends house when I was 10 and laughing so hard that I peed my self when I was 13) but this one took the cake. First some background information. I am 18 and this summer I worked as a camp counselor at an overnight camp. I worked mostly with the 8-10 year old age group. At camp we get two nights off a week, and on one of my nights off I went out to a pizza place with some of my friends. I'm a pop addict and we don't have it at camp so I was drinking a lot of free refills. Now this happened around the sixth week of camp and I was really, really tired. When I got back I didn't feel like walking all of the way to the bathroom so I just collapsed into bed and went to sleep. The next thing I heard was the music that they use to wake us up every morning. I felt soaking wet. I couldn't believe it; I had peed the bed at age 18. I hadn't wet the bed since I was 6. Then I heard the girls start to get up. I wasn't sure how I would be able to hide this one. I looked at the bed. My light blue sheets were dark blue because of a huge wet spot. Then one of my girls sat down on my bed to put her shoes on. "Hey Sarah your bed is all wet." "Maybe she wet the bed," another girl giggled, not realizing that it was true. "No way grown ups don't wet the bed," the first girl said and I really wished that it was true. "She must have spilled something." "Yeah that's it," I said. One girl commented that's a pretty big wet spot." Then I remembered that I had to watch the pool for the polar bear swim. I would have to get out of bed right now not once the girls had left. When I got out from under the covers the all saw the huge wet spot on my PJ's. There was no denying it now. "She did! She did pee her bed! Sarah peed the bed. Sarah peed the bed!" one of them began to tease in singsong fashion. "Guess I had too much to drink last night." I said trying to make light of the situation. Later I did the laundry at our camps laundry machine and another counselor saw me. "One of your girls spring a leak?" she asked. I just nodded and was glad that she couldn't see the size of the pajama bottoms or the undies. I made a deal with the girls that they wouldn't tell anyone from another cabin. They didn't but they did continue to tease me for the rest of the week. Here are some of the things that they did: They checked my bed every morning to make sure it was dry. When one of them saw me getting a drink before bed she said, in a baby voice, "Now Sarah you can't drink so much before bed. You don't want to go pee pee in your jammies again do you?" Every night before bed they asked me if I had gone potty. When someone farted and the cabin smelled bad some one said maybe Sarah pooped her pants. I'm glad that none of my friends found out but it was still terrible to have an accident in front of all of those girls that I was supposed to be in charge of. Has anyone else ever had an accident in front of your students, the kid you were babysitting, kids at camp etc. It would make me feel better to know I'm not alone.
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    So I know I haven't posted in forever, I sort of forgot about this website to be perfectly honest....sorry guys! So when I was a senior, I was in a class with all girls. There were no guys in the class, so I was like "hell yeah" from the start. STORY 1: Well, one day this girl that I had sort of a crush on, we'll call her Ki, peed her pants a little. Ki had long, brown, straightened hair, she was probably 5'7'', and of normal build. This day, she had worn a green v-neck t-shirt, and black tights, to which her ass was covered by the back of her shirt. One day, my class and I were all sitting around, laughing up a storm about a video we were all watching. They kept playing it on repeat, and I'd have to say Ki was laughing the hardest out of everyone else. Earlier in class, she had asked to use the rest room. My teacher simply ignored her. She had said something along the lines of "I just have to pee, I'll be really quick!" Everyone in the class started laughing saying "Oh come on! She just has to pee!! She's gonna wet herself if you don't let her go!" Still, my teacher ignored her. So the girls are laughing it up, and laughing it up. Ki wasn't in her seat, she was standing so she could see the video on the phone. She was laughing so hard that she was squatting. Someone saw Ki laughing so hard, and cried, "She's going to pee her pants! She's gonna wet herself!" Ki was still laughing. She couldn't stop laughing. I saw her trying to cross her legs even though she was knelt down, squatting. Still laughing, she put her hand to her crotch. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, watching all of this occur, knowing what's going to happen next. So, between laughs, Ki yelled, "Mrs. ____, can I please use the bathroom?! I need to pee!" Finally, my teacher granted her permission to go pee. But poor Ki had already began going before my teacher said she could. Still squatting, a small stream came dripping out of her tights, through her shirt that was covering up her ass, and onto the floor. Someone saw this, and yelled, "OH MY GOD SHE'S ACTUALLY PEEING HER PANTS! SHE'S WETTING HERSELF!!" Ki quickly stood up, and tried to run out of the classroom, while holding her crotch in an attempt to stop peeing. She was laughing even harder, which didn't help, so instead of running out of the classroom, she stayed in it until she regained control of her bladder. I saw urine dripping down her leggings, while the class was in hysterics laughing at what Ki did. A path of urine on the floor led up to right where she was standing. Ki's blushed, and her eyes welled up as she quickly ran out of the class. She came back a few minutes later, dry, except for the stain on the bottom of her shirt from where her ass had soaked up a lot of urine. She then had to clean up her own mess in front of everyone in the class. STORY 2 So in the same class, there was another girl, named Amber. Amber was short, long brown hair, and also of normal build. Her and I are good friends, and she is cute. She was wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt that day. [Note- this wasn't the same day, this was a while before Ki's accident] So Amber and I were chatting in class, and she had her legs crossed the entire time. When class actually started, my teacher began reading aloud a story for a lesson we had. I kept seeing Amber crossing and uncrossing her legs as my teacher read aloud to us. We weren't really allowed to interrupt because it would make everyone lose focus, so we would always have to wait until she was done with the lesson or story to ask to use the bathroom. Finally, towards the end of the period, my teacher finished. Amber raised her hand to ask to use the bathroom, but my teacher was too busy with talking with other students across the room to notice her. Amber was tapping her foot now, raising her hand urgently. I turned to her to have conversation with her, but she quickly said "I have to pee..." Having the soft voice that she has, me partially being deaf, and me making sure I heard that right, I said, "what?" " I have to pee so bad!! I'm going to piss everywhere!" "Then ask if you can go pee," I teased. She gave me a look, and raised her hand higher. She even called out my teacher's name, but she didn't hear her. "Ughhhh...." Amber moaned. She stood up and walked to her desk. "Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?!" My teacher looked at the time. My school had a rule where you aren't allowed to leave your class ten minutes before the end of the day, as too many kids would leave early to go to their cars and leave the school. "Nope, sorry, you can't wait ten minutes?" "It's an emergency! I'm going to pee all over myself!" Amber begged. "No sorry...." Amber returned to me as we chatted some more, but she only wanted to talk about how badly she needed to pee. "I've been holding it in all day long and I just really need to pee and I don't think I can hold it much longer!!" Five minutes went by, and she began pacing with her hand on her crotch. Another minute went by, and she was right by the door so she could run to the bathroom as soon as the bell rang. Another minute went by- 3 minutes before the bell- and she was now squatting to hold it in. "I actually can't hold it in any longer....literally I'm about to piss all over the place..." she groaned. I said to her, "you can't just hold it for like three minutes?" "No-ho-ho..." she said. A minute went by again, two minutes before the bell, and she said, "fuck it, I'm just going to piss..." and she began wetting her pants. She tried to contain it with having her hand on her crotch, but it overflowed, and poured all over the classroom floor, and all over the front of her thighs. It went all over her ass. At this point, she admitted defeat, spread her legs, and accepted the fact she was wetting. Some people stared, and others ignored it. An enormous puddle was at the bottom of her moccasins, with the puddle rippling from the drips going down her yoga pant legs. Her pants were drenched. I stayed after school with her as she wiped up the mess she made, embarrassed, but relieved from her bladder. I poked fun at her from it, but she didn't care too much since I was her friend.
  20. 10 points
    Still getting into the whole writing thing so any feedback is welcomed. This is kinda short but I'll most likely continue it at some point. Rachel works as a receptionist for a company in the next city over. She is a 23 year old brunette with slightly above average looks. Her outfit consisted of a white blouse, black heels, and a gray skirt. The only jewelry she wore was a silver watch she'd gotten as a gift years ago. Rachel is currently on a train heading home from work. There was only one problem, she had to pee. It had been a late night at work for Rachel and she hadn't gotten a chance to use the bathroom all day. Normally this wouldn't be a problem with her huge bladder, but staying late meant she had to hurry to the train station without a bathroom break. It was a five minute walk to the station from where she worked but the train was leaving in four. She had to run as fast as she could with her full bladder to make it in time. Along the way she lost a few drops but managed to hold on for the most part. When she go to the station the train hadn't arrived yet. She had to find somewhere to pee, she was never going to last the whole ride back to her house. The bathrooms at the station were locked to prevent homeless from sleeping in them. Even if they were unlocked she might miss the train by going inside. She hastily looked around trying to find a solution but a fountain in the middle of the station kept distracting her. The sound of water was making her bladder muscles even weaker. If only she could let out just a little to take the edge off, but where would she go. She kept looking and eventually her eyes landed on the fountain again. Maybe she could use the water to her advantage. Walking over she removed her panties and adjusted her skirt. She decided that sitting on it like a toilet would be the best option. This way she wouldn't make a mess. Rachel was just about to relax but she hesitated. Could she really pee like this? She realized she didn't have a choice if she wanted to stay dry. Now was the perfect time for her to go. No one else was around and there wouldn't be any evidence. Relaxing she let out a big squirt. The loud splashing noise made her stop almost immediately. Overcoming the shock she let go again, prepared this time. A longer squirt lasting almost 5 seconds this time hit the water below. She was about to let out even more but the train had arrived. Hurrying to get on she regained some control over her bladder. This wouldn't last for long though. She hadn't released nearly enough into the fountain. Boarding the train she figured she'd just have to hold it. Rachel was lucky and got the whole carriage to herself. She could hold herself without worrying about anyone else seeing. Her bladder felt even more full than before. It felt like a water balloon ready to pop. Waves of desperation were hitting her as the ride continued. Over the next 5 minutes, the waves kept coming. Each one was worse than the last getting closer and closer to release. Rachel was barely holding on at this point when an especially big wave hit her. Her urethra relaxed and let out a little pee. Only a few drops managed to escape before she stopped the flow but they had felt like heaven. Her damp panties were making holding it even harder and there was still over 30 minutes left until the train arrived at her stop. She'd never be able to hold on that long. A couple minutes later another wave hit her. She couldn't stop it in time and let out a small squirt lasting a few seconds. It was enough to completely soak her panties and leave a small mark on her skirt. She had to do something and fast or she would completely wet herself. Maybe she could let out just a little more like before. Just enough to hold on again of course. She glanced around again to make sure she was still alone and only saw empty seats. It was an old train without cameras so she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing. Removing her panties Rachel walked to seats a few rows behind her. She pulled up her skirt and leaned forward slightly so the stream would hit the back of the seat. It was harder to get started without the water noises but eventually, she got going. The relief was orgasmic as the loud hissing noise filled the cabin. After peeing full force for 5 seconds she cut off the stream groaning. She didn't want to stop but the seat was already soaked. It seemed the cheap fabric wasn't very good at absorbing anything. There wasn't anywhere else she could pee so she simply moved to a new seat. She repeated this 3 more times until she had finally regained control of her bladder. It was much easier to hold now since the edge was taken off. Hopefully, it would be enough for Rachel to make it home in time...
  21. 10 points
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    “Can I go potty please” pleading in discomfort over his knee. Bad girls get their bottoms spanked, you may go when we are finished! She would do anything to get out of her punishment, suffering under the barrage of swats on the seat of her cotton panties. Scolding as he holds her firmly across his knee, her ripe cheeks are flushed red as she whimpers. Threatening to bare her bottom if she doesn't submit for his discipline, she groans as the swats continue to fall. Rubbing her sore bottom, spanking her most sensitive areas until she finally loses control. A dark stain appears between her legs, soaking her panties and dripping onto his jeans as she wets herself. Demanding that she hold it, he knew she would lose control and be humiliated, a perfect excuse for more spanking and scolding. I have a few more if any one is interested, enoy

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  23. 9 points
    Hello everyone, I'm going to tell you what happened to me yesterday. I wanted to go to the movie theater to see Alien Covenant which was released a week ago (I didn't like to go to the first sessions because I hate crowed theater), I was planning to go to midnight session because it's "an horror movie" but I check on internet that it was 2h00 long and since I have to take the tramway I just couldn't go to the last session and I prepared myself to go to 8pm. I had 1 hour to prepare myself (shower, make up) and 2 hours of free time with absolutely nothing to do, so I try to make time fly by listening to music on youtube (by the way I found this masterpiece : Jay C & Felix Baumgartner - Souk (Vertigo's Blissed-Out Sunset Mix) ) and wasting more time on videos but there was still more time to waste and I chose to go on omorashi.org to see if there was something new and then I remembered the topic about desperation challenge, which I tried to do a few times but always giving up before even being desperate need to piss... So it connected in my mind I was going to be a little bit more than 3hours outside, so if I drink enough before leaving I would be with a great need to pee by the time I come back to my house and then drinking a little bit more once at home and holding it for another couple of hours I would have great chances to be unable to control my bladder or at least giving up with a desperate feeling. I drank 2 cappuccino, 1 glass of green tea with honey (better than putting sugar),1 glass of water and half a bottle of pineapple juice, the sum of that must be around 1,2 liters of liquid in my stomack, I prepared myself without forgetting to use the bathroom before leaving, The way to go to the cinema took normally 30min but I've been lucky and the tram went faster, in less than 25mins I was in the movie theater. And then the shock there was many many people! So I had to take the queue to buy the ticket, I saw that there was a new film that has just been released, king Arthur, I though that it was the explanation for all this people. I finally got the ticket the movie was going to begin in 10 mins I had time to take a coke and pop corn, but I was still full with all that I had take at home but I decided that since it's a 2 hours movie I could take the coke and the small cup of corns. I arrived in the room just in time and hourra it was almost empty, but I still chose to go to my place that was a little more in the back that I wold like but it was in the center so no big problem. And then they began with their "propaganda" 15mins of adds no kidding, but I chose to take the situation by great side, if I spend more time here the more I will have to pee when I come back home. But, during the last minutes of adds, people began to flow in, I couldn't believe it's just as they were planning to come all at once just before the movie start... and of course half of them were teenagers that didn't understand that to enjoy a movie the best thing to do is just to stfu... Well anyway once the movie started their talks lower in volume so I could ignore them even if they were just to my left side. The movie began slowly almost boring in the beginning, and even my bladder didn't felt like it was receiving any liquid so I began to drunk the coke, and eat my pop corn. Half an hour in the movie before story really begins, and it seems like my bladder was just synchronized because she began to distract me from the movie, some time later maybe half way through the film I began to feel my bladder fulling without being able to ignore it, I put my hand on my lower belly to feel if it was really that full or not, I put some pressure and... oh my God it was hard, not there was no bulge but I felt it stretch, and since I was wearing my black tight jeans I knew that my bladder will not have much space to expand, I watch what time it was 9:35pm. So I told to myself that I could wait till the end but 10 minutes after I felt like if my bladder tries to force my pee out, and I began trembling, the last time I began trembling this way I remembered was a time when I just had to change my pants... 9:55pm, fuck this I'm going to pee myself if I don't go now and don't know if I can make it to the bathroom without leaking, I wanted to go to the restroom but of course there was people everywhere, and I couldn't go without asking them to let me pass and I would be the one that disturbed the session (thing that I hate). So I had to try to calm down and hold it, I tried to keep my trembling to a minimum, but then I felt a small leak well I didn't felt it coming I just felt some warm liquid expending in my panties. I felt my crotch with my hand, still dry, But seconds later my bladder contract, I held my breath, my whole belly contract, I was feeling so uncomfortable I was still holding my breath but then I lost it... a severe contraction made me bend forward breath out and pee, It was incredible in a sec my crotch thigh and bottom were bathed in my warm piss contrasting with the cold air conditioning, I somehow managed to stop it just to loose it a few seconds after, once the pressure fed out I was in panic, how was it possible that I lost it in less than 3 hours while I hold it for ages and having drunk more than I had, how was I going to come out without anybody noticing? how was I going to go back home unnoticed? How could I have been so stupid to not go when I felt I had to?! Why this movie couldn't end at time ? (it was 10:03pm) Here I was, sat in my warm sit that absorbed all my piss, surrounded by people, sweating from the hold, beginning to notice the smell of my pee mixed with corn odor in the air. I was so ashamed, and scared, I would have cried if it wouldn't have attract attention to me. The movie was going to end soon, it was the last fight with the xenomorph, I had to think about how to go out unnoticed, I could spill my coke on my lap but no it was impossible that people believe it, my ass was drenched. So I had to wait for everyone to leave... of course some people also wanted to wait and see if there was another scene at the end but all persons on my left where gone, on my right there was only one girl and she was far away but in diagonal there was a couple that could see me or my wet seat if I stand now, I had to wait, but once I saw they were looking their cell phone I just rushed outside, I swear that as the door was closing behind me I heard a girl saying look she's pissed herself, I was humiliated, I kept walking as fast as my shoes let me, go down the stairs finally I was outside; the fresh air of the night cooling down the sticky wet stain on my butt and down my thighs. I walked my eyes fixed on the ground, when I arrived at the tramway stop I put myself against the wall waiting for it to come. When I was sure no one was looking I looked down at my legs, I could see the dark stain but I was relieved that it could be mistaken for a shadow, I put my hands on my butt and to my horror I felt that my T-shirt got wet, I discreetly looked to it and it really showed that it was wet, a darkest shade of pink on the bottom covering my ass. there was nothing I could do my jacket was to short to cover this disaster, I wait 15min for the damn tram to arrive, with the wind blowing making me aware of the wetness that had traveled down my legs to the top of my calf. Once in the tram I put myself against the side and looked down in shame. I could smell my pee, even with all things that I drank it still smelled like pee, I'm sure the lady next to me noticed but said nothing to not humiliated me even more. Once at my stop, I continued the walk of shame, I chose an indirect way to my house, longer but I know nobody go this way, my bladder must have been tired because I felt like if I was going to piss my pants a second time, the urge grew quickly, I knew I was going to lose it before arriving and I thought about just stand here and let it happen, but a "spark of pride" commanded me to at least find somewhere sheltered and to not do it in my panties which were drenched enough! I made a few steps, find my way behind a statue and lost it, no time to even try to pull down my jeans, I just squatted, peeing myself for the second time in less than an hour... While I was wetting I could here it splattering below me, warming me a little bit; then I heard footsteps coming in my direction I cut the flow the best I could while I stood so I would not make any noise. And I wait a few moments for the man to go away, I still had to pee but I was now to nervous to let go again so I continue on my way to home. While I walked the need to pee turn into an urge again, and I just decided to let it go while walking, at first it wasn't coming but then I felt rivulets of pee going down my legs soaking my feet all that with every step I made, when my bladder was finally empty I didn't care, did not even felt relieved, just shameful, humiliated, and guilty. Once I finally reached home I locked the door, fell on the floor and started crying, wanting to erase this day from my life, from my memory, I hate the now cold wet feeling on my legs but I wanted to punish myself for being so stupid, and I didn't change, I just ate some chocolate, put towels on my bed and fell asleep quickly. Today when I woke up I stink of dried pee, at first I thought I also had wet the bed but fortunately I kept my bladder under control while I was sleeping, I just took a shower feeling still a bit ashamed an also a bit turned on when I saw the yellow stain on my white panties half way up in the front and all the way in the back and the dark bow-shaped stain that remained on my T-shirt.
  24. 9 points
    @Etuhanlo Sorry for such a delay in posting. I've been super busy! See the two that I got from her store at the time :) [clips4sale.com]ICanOnlyPeeInMyJeansNow.mp4 [clips4sale.com]SexyNerdyGirlPeesJeanShortsTooMuchWorkSchool.mp4
  25. 9 points
    TRUE experience. A experience I witnessed. Sounds fake, but I just love details. All actually happened. STORY: So the girls name was Allie. She was one of those tough girls. Very pretty, and she was not a flip flop, skirt type. She had smooth, brown hair and glasses. Glasses are hot. She had a nice shape. While many girls I saw had a twig shape, she had some good-sized legs that looked great in the tight jeans she had on. That day she had pink shoes, and a black shirt. Allie was beautiful. We were freshmen in college. Both business majors. She worked for the campus snack stand. That day I sat by while I was involved in my studies. Allie looked tense. She always seemed perky and fixing things up. Today, she stood still, slouched, and had a worried expression on her face. I looked at where she had her sights on: the women's restroom. Twenty minutes later (keep in mind she had to have stood there for over an hour before, so twenty minutes ago is when it probably started to get desperate for her). She walked around the snack stand with her hands in her tight jeans and had her legs tight together. I went nuts. Her thumbs trembled over her pockets and she hopped here and there. I went up to her. I asked if I could buy a cookie (I was not going to get this poor girl to pour a drink). I asked her, "Allie, you alright?" She said, "Eeee, not really Rick. I'll be fine though." "You sure? Do you need anything?" She blushed. "What I need is to get into a bathroom stall asap cause my bladder feels like it's going to pop." Her jaw dropped. "I can't believe I just said that. Oh my god." "You want me to go get someone?" She bounced. "I called before over the walkie, but everyone is busy. I can't believe I forgot to use the bathroom after the gym. I had hit the shower and everything. I drank like two freaking bottles of water!" "I'll watch the snack stand if you want. Trust me, I'm not going to take anything." We both laughed. "I...I um...I can't. But thank you." I left. Still, I watched her from my spot. She slouched over the stand and bounced up and down. She started to breath in and out. I was turned on, but I felt bad for her. Then, a worker walked by. She called him over and asked, "Please, can you watch the stand so I can use the bathroom?" He agreed and took the stand. Just as she left, he pulled her back. "Sorry," he said with his wallow in hand. "I just got an emergency call spill. I'll try to get someone here." He ran off, leaving Allie in torment. She flung out her arms in disappointment and hopped. One leg crossed in front of the other. Her hand shot to her crotch and she looked humiliated. Twenty more minutes went by. Allie could not stop her movements. Her arms crossed on her chest, legs crossed tight. She squirmed in place. Then, her jaw dropped, she left the stand and ran for the bathroom. I heard her whisper, "I'm not gonna make it. I'm not gonna make it." She ran in. She made it...I thought. After ten minutes, a line of people formed at the stand. Then, water poured out from Under the women's restroom door. Just as people had left. Allie walked out looking scared as hell, her legs scrunched. I ran up to her. I asked what was wrong. She said, "oh my god Rick. I waited behind this redhead since all four stalls were taken, and after like ten minutes the red head went. She looked desperate too, but of course she gets to go and right as I get into a stall all the toilets overflow. Something happened with the plumbing." Seeing the water flow could not have helped her bladder pains. She went back to the stand. I told her I'd go get someone for the bathroom. When I got back with someone, Allie stood at the stand ringing people out while slouched, one hand to the crotch. She was all red. Later on she described it as if her stomach was really going to pop open and that it was slipping through into her panties. After her line was done I went up to her. I was very turned on, but I am not evil. I cover for people who are desperate at my job all the time. "Allie, go to another restroom. I'll watch the stand. Just given me your work hat there. My shirt is black, no one will know." She squirmed very noticeably. Her legs crossed and uncrossed. Crossed again. She almost fainted as I could tell a bladder pain shot up into her. She hugged me and agreed (I hope she did not feel Little Rick down below saluting her during that hug). She left, but the her boss came from around the corner and stopped her. She stood still, hands on hips, tapping one foot as she bounced. She did not have much time. I saw a stain started to form on her butt. "John," she squealed. "Pl...please...I...I...am going to ls.....oh no." Her legs crossed and hands to her crotch. She hopped and her boss looked astounded. People looked at her and she became red. I saw a line form on her jeans side. Then, she saw the maintenance crew take the out of order sign off of the bathroom. She ran for it. Stormed through the door. Five minutes later she came out and looked like the weight it the world came OFF her shoulders. She lost a little, but won the war. The end.
  26. 9 points
    I'm sorry if this story ends up being boring. Writing is not really my thing. Short description of me for those who like to fantasize: I'm 164cm, pale, skinny with B cup sized breasts and long brown hair reaching just above my breasts. I have swimming practice every Tuesday and water always makes me really desperate. So I decided, feeling a bit naughty, to pee right after I get home from school (at 3pm) and hold it until I get home from the practice. The practice starts at 6pm and I usually get home after 7pm. At home I made myself lunch, rested a bit and drank about 1,5 liters of coke (my guilty pleasure, apart from peeing of course). Then 17pm struck and I started getting ready and packed my things. At this point I felt a small need to pee. I got into my car and went. During the drive, my need to pee was rising. When I got to the training, I felt quite big pressure on my bladder, but I wasn't yet desperate. So I changed into my swimsuit and went to the pool. When I jumped into the pool a wave of desperation hit me. I had no trouble holding my pee yet, but I had to do it actively. I could have peed there, but I decided to hold it. During the training, my desperation rose every minute. I had trouble focusing on the swimming at the end. When I was on the ladder stepping out of the pool, a huge wave of desperation hit me. I immediately grabbed my crotch with one hand while holding the ladder with my other hand. I felt my pee making it's way out of my urethra, but I clenched my muscles and held it in. On my way to the shower, I tried not to hold myself, but I couldn't and held myself most of the way. I quickly started showering. When I was almost done showering, I started to leak, but I clenched my muscles and stopped the leaks. I could have peed there, but I decided to keep holding and get of the shower. I was holding myself the whole time with one hand. Essentially doing everything one handed. On my way to the dressing cubicle I leaked some more. Some of my pee ended up in my hand, but most of the leak ended up on the floor. It wasn't enough to form a visible puddle. I stumbled with great difficulties into the changing cubicle, grabbing my clothes from the locker along the way. I started pulling down my swimsuit when it happened. My swimsuit was pulled down just under my crotch when my muscles gave up and I started peeing into the swimsuit, which turned my solid stream of pee into two or three smaller ones. The pee splattered on to the floor and started forming a puddle. I peed for solid 30 seconds or maybe even slightly more. When I finished peeing I started to become more and more aroused. I pulled down my swimsuit and started to rub myself. The fact that anyone could hear me and I had to bite my tongue to not release any gasps only added to the excitement. I came in few minutes and peed a bit more when coming. Then I dried myself, dressed up and drove off home.
  27. 9 points
    I really want to square up in the next two days. This month sucked. Broke, smoked all my weed, got a tooth ache binge eating donated food, and when I took a couple aspirin, i started hearing ringing in my head. Neck feels like a tree stump. Well I'm just glad for the business, and we got stuff to eat everywhere now. Expect me to be much more active. I'm going to school for an associates in science, drafting and engineering program. How is going to school going to make me more active? I'm going to be stimulated, in a scholarly environment.
  28. 8 points
    This is my first post. I felt it would be fitting to start with how I got into wetting. If you are interested I am 19 years old and white with brown hair and brown eyes and people often tell me that I'm cute and pretty but not like hot and sexy because I have an innocent look. I am average height and weight. It all started with my friend I'll call her Amy for privacy's sake. She was on the biking team and as I was to learn later, the coach had told her that it was common to pee while biking. She looked similar to me as she also had brown eyes and hair and that same innocent look. She was a bit shorter than me as she was about 5"4 and I 5"6. We were both more or less your average teenage girls. This story is from when me and my friend were both fourteen and going into ninth grade and we both had the same job as a lifeguard in the same camp in Georgia and for some reason or another the pool was always closed on Tuesdays so we didn't work. We decided that every Tuesday we would bike to the beach. The beach is a few miles away and a forty five minute bike ride there, however I was in shape and she wad on the biking team so we had no problem making the bike ride there even with a bag of towels and everything. On the third or fourth week the inevitable happened. About ten minutes after we left, I had to pee. The road was straight with only grass on both sides but a lot of cars so there was nowhere to pee before the beach. I still told her to look out for somewhere where I can pee in case we pass somewhere. And that's when it happened. She asked wether I was wearing my bikini or underwear underneath my running shorts. I thought this was a weird question but answered that I was wearing my bikini. She then told me that I should just pee right there. I told her that if she thought that I would pull my shorts down in public she was crazy. She answered that she meant that I should just pee through my shorts and my bikini. I told her that she was had to be kidding. However she answered that she was being completely serious. To prove it, she stood up and showed me her shorts. If you looked closely you could see that they were a little damp. She said that she was laying down outside before she came to pick me up and she was reading.She had to pee but she was being lazy and just peed right through them. I asked why her mother didn't care and she answered that she only did it outside and wouldn't come in until it dried. I still thought that it was a crazy idea though. She then told me how her coach warned the team about peeing during a race and that it was common for bikers to pee while riding. She said that bikinis are made to get wet anyway and that the running shorts would dry by the time we got to the beach.She said that she got used to peeing on her bike and even peed her shorts even off her bike as long as it was outside and wasn't wearing denim. She told me she also peed in skirts a lot since out didn't show and only wet her panties. I still decided not to pee. About fifteen minutes later I really was desperate. I told her that I was going to pee and she said go ahead. I tried to but I could not get it to come out.She told me that the sane thing happened to her on her first race. She ignored the warning of her coach and couldn't pee the whole way. At the end of the race she was really desperate to per. She ended up having an accident in front of everyone else but she wasn't the only one as a few other newbies did too. When we were almost there she says she had to pee so she stood up and just peed. The sight of her peeing made me lose control and I flooded my sorts and bikini. When we got to the beach I found out that she wasn't even wearing a bikini. She was wearing blue cotton panties that were soaked. She didn't mind be seeing her in her underwear but then she used a towel to put on her bikini. After going in the ocean, we layed down on towels and talked. Eventually the topic of peeing came up again. I asked her why she was able to let go of her pee like that. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to. Amy answered that she also wasn't able to at first. After her huge first race she went home and started trying to get used to peering through clothes. First she left her panties on while on the toilet trying to pee. However, she wasn't able to let go.so then she would pull her panties down and start peering then she would pull her panties on while still peeing. Once she got used to peeing through panties she added shorts on. After that she did it in the backyard and then finally on a bike. On the way back more or less the same thing happened. We both ended up peeing ourselves and I thought I was weird because it felt good. When I got home a started training myself to let go because I thought it would be helpful and I kinda felt weird about it. I knew about sex at the time but I didn't connect the two yet. A year or two later it became a sex fetish for me and I learned that she was just doing it for the convenience not because it was a sex fetish for her. Over the summer it became normal for us to pee while biking and I always peed through my bikini. One time I did it not while biking. I was outside and I just decided to pee myself for no reason. I felt a bit guilty but also a bit what I later found out to be turned on. I have quite a few more stories to tell about me and Amy where one of us if not both of us peed ourselves if anyone is interested.
  29. 8 points

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    Than name should give it away. These are older clips that I've been inexplicably holding on to for a while, I hope you all enjoy them. Rach

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  30. 8 points
    I rub my thighs together and feel the friction of nylon on nylon. If we were in my bedroom you could hear the rasp of that motion, but not here. Here the air is loud with industry. Girls picking up receivers and asking "what's your number?", switches switched and plugs plugged, the distant clatter of Telex machines and the constant jangling, tingling, ringing of phones. Cacophonous. I love that word. Ca-co-phon-ous. It's like tripping down the stairs. I need the loo. Which isn't a surprise. I drank two cups of tea with sugar at my afternoon break and didn't relieve myself even though I already needed to go rather badly. I didn't forget. Though I'll certainly tell people that I did. Everyone except you. You get the truth. Maybe you might even understand. Maybe. I hope you do. There is still almost an hour left in my shift and I don't think I can wait that long. I hope I can't. I've long wanted to have an accident, for as long as I can remember. To Wet. My. Pants. Even the words sound... subversive. Kinky. Naughty. I feel it in my bones. That desire, that need, that hunger. I'm sure that sounds ridiculous to you. Of course it does. It sounds ridiculous to me. Yet still it calls me. So why haven't I? I'm twenty years old, it's not like I haven't had the opportunity. It's not like I haven't tried. But it's just never worked out for me. Maybe I have a strong bladder. Maybe I've just been unlucky. But whenever I'm absolutely desperate for a wee a toilet just seems to miraculously appear. Every time. And you can't wet your pants unless you couldn't help it. It's "the rules". Except this time. This time it's going to happen. To me. I'm tingling with anticipation. I'm going to have an accident. I'm going to Wet. My. Pants. Are you turned on? I really hope so, because I'm making an absolutely tit of myself if this doesn't do anything for you. The supervisors are not unreasonable for the most part. If one of us needs the loo we just raise one of our hands and wait for permission to leave our station. But sometimes if you ask at the wrong time they say no. And if you really need to go that can be crucial. Last week Irene wet the the floor ten minutes before shift change. None of the girls dared make fun of her, they all knew if could just as easily have been them. Today it will be me. Mrs Ramage is the switchboard supervisor today. She's not well suited to the position. She gets stressed easily, and when she gets stressed she gets mean. None of the other supervisors deny bathroom visits nearly as often Mrs Ramage. I've counted. I chose my day with care and precision. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." I have a script. I can recite it without thought. Pick up the phone. Plug the ringing cord into the correct jack. It's a vaguely sexual procedure isn't it? Is that just me as well? If I intended to make it to a toilet I would raise my hand now. But I don't, so I don't. I'll wait till the last minute. There isn't room to cross my legs beneath my switchboard. Heaven help me if I were a chunkier girl. But this is good. Leg crossing helps me hold on, and I wouldn't be able to justify not doing it if I possibly could. So instead I just sit at my board and do my job. God, I need a wee so badly. Do you mind me talking about this? You should probably stop reading if you do. I can talk to myself. It's OK. The switchboard two machines down from me is malfunctioning. They do that often enough. Mrs Ramage is yelling at Alva for doing something wrong and breaking it. Maybe she did, but probably it just broke on its own. They do that. I raise my hand, now is the perfect time to ask permission to take a break. Obviously she tells me no. I couldn't be happier. When I wet my clothes no one will blame me, it'll be nothing but sympathetic pats on the arm. And it'll be real. Almost real. Realesque. Close enough for horseshoes. I'm biting my lip as I work. The pain is distracting from my other pain. I feel it where the waistband of my skirt presses against my bladder. Light grey. I want it to show. I feel the pressure between my legs. A constant surging, throbbing pain. I want to feel you between my legs. I want to score my fingernails down your back. I want to bite your neck. I want you inside me. Irene's skirt was black the day she wet herself. You couldn't even tell if you hadn't seen the puddle beneath her chair. She looks over at me now and catches my eye. She mouths words of encouragement. I wonder if she really, really wants me to hold out or not. If I were to have an accident as well it would justify her failure. I shouldn't ascribe bad faith to her. She'll want me to avoid the embarrassment she felt. The hot, wet, dripping embarrassment. I'm jealous for a moment. I want to be her. I want the memory of hot wee running, pouring, gushing, out of me and into my clothes. I want the memory of people looking at me in shock and sympathy. I want to know the feeling of my soaking skirt slapping against my thighs as I walk to the loo in tears to freshen up. As always I'm tempted to simply let go, to let it happen. But then it wouldn't be an accident would it? And it has to be. It just does. The rules. Rules matter. So instead I just concentrate on my work. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." Time gets away from me. And then it happens. The end of my shift. I connect my last call of the day and hobble out of the exchange room. I wish I could tell you that the loo was further away, in a different building, across the yard maybe. That I wet myself halfway there. I broke-down into a sudden puddle amidst the scorching asphalt. I wish I could say that the other girls had taken all of the available stalls, leaving me waiting politely in a queue. Looking with longing at a toilet door until I burst and soaked myself all over the lavatory floor just meters and moments from the toilet. But it isn't, and I can't. It's the first door on the right. I think the others are making sure a stall is available for me. I could just let go on purpose. But the rules. I can't do that. I'm so sorry. I wee in the toilet like a good girl. Like always. Are you disappointed? I am as well. But there is always a next time. Next time it'll happen for sure.
  31. 8 points
    In this very embarrassing public wetting video we find Sosha waiting for her friend to come pick her up. She is waiting in a somewhat busy public parking lot, but there is no bathroom nearby. All she can do is try to hold on until her friend gets there. We get to watch Sosha grow progressively more and more desperate as people come and go around her. Eventually, she can’t hold on any longer and wets her pants. As she does so, you can hear people in the distance laugh at her. She is humiliated, but tries to act like nothing happened in order to not draw more attention to herself. Her pants are clearly wet. It is obvious that she has peed in them and there is little she can do to hide it. All she can do is stand there and suffer through the embarrassment. Finally, she spots her ride pulling into the parking lot and runs to the car. Once safe inside the car, she talks to the camera, describing what happened and what it was like for her. vid_725.mp4
  32. 8 points
    Under her dark blue leggings, Alisha has a secret- She is wearing a thick, tabbed, adult diaper. In this video she takes off her leggings, showing you her diaper, and then intentionally pees in it. We join Alisha in her living room. She is wearing a long sleeved shirt and dark blue leggings. Under her leggings, she tells us, she is wearing a diaper. The camera zooms in for a close up as she pushes on the diaper, showing how thick the padding is under her tight leggings. To prove that she is actually wearing a diaper, she takes off the leggings, revealing the tabbed diaper underneath. Once her leggings are off, she intentionally pees in the diaper. We can clearly see in the video as the diaper fills up, changing color as she relieves herself. After she is done peeing in her diaper, she shows it off a bit for the camera. Then, she takes it off, holding up so that we can appreciate just how soaking wet it is.
  33. 8 points
    You'd be kicked off the force in seconds and almost certainly arrested or sued for sexual harassment/assault, unlawful detainment, and abusing your privileges.
  34. 8 points

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    I've been searching for these JAV for about a year now. A major annual fireworks festival, where one lovely young lady after another waits desperately in line for the bathrooms before deciding she can't hold it and lifts her colorful yukata to relieve herself on the ground instead. Mediocre quality since I found them on a streaming site and so blatantly staged that it's occasionally a bit difficult to ignore, but the premise is nice.

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  35. 8 points
    We've inevitably hit the pedophilia accusations, like I figured we would, so is time to nuke the thread. There are just some topics that cannot be civilly talked about forever, and this is one of them. I encourage debate, as its healthy, but this is one of those ones that is doomed to never ever cease, given that even mildly entertaining the concept of changing things from what they are opens way too many extremely uncomfortable doors to ever reach a proper conclusion that is good for everybody. As a result, we end up right about here. Please, for the love of god, be nice to each other. When tense topics like this come up, you have to step out of your bubble a little and put yourself in peoples shoes instead of being extremely immature and screaming pedo at the top of your lungs. This gets nowhere fast and just lands a thread on the fast track to flame war two. I'm ending flame war two before it starts by seeing your pedo harbor and raising you an atomic thread lock. Also; age bar isn't getting lowered around here anytime soon and all underage members will be ban-erino'ed on sight with my glorious banhammer, banjolnir. Please don't campaign for otherwise; the rules aren't negotiable.
  36. 8 points
    this is a custom video i had her make for me, it is also my favorite wetting video, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. sadly she does not do custom wetting/peeing videos anymore because of her living arrangements. Shoolgirl_PPP.avi
  37. 8 points
    Hey~! I drew another quickie of Maki, this time she is enjoying peeing for you~~
  38. 8 points
    Hey! I did some drawing for the game The Twelve Fanatics by the omo.org user hikeune.
  39. 7 points

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    Our protagonist, Chie, wet herself at the Culture Festival, this year. As she went to bed, that night, all she wished for was that the day never happened. In a cruel twist of fate, instead, the Culture Festival entered an endless loop. After Chie goes to bed, the day resets itself. At least she's the only one aware of what's going on? I would say have fun getting Chie through the day and night, dry, but we're not here for that, are we? Time to have fun putting Chie in situations where she has to constantly deal with having accidents and wetting the bed. There are a total of 10 Wetting scenarios and 6 Bed-Wetting scenarios. As a note, this game was never actually finished, so there are some inaccessible scenes and bugs. Known Issues: *It is possible to have the game not know what bathroom you're in and error out, forcing you to the outside bathroom. *It is possible to get the Coffee Recipe, but the scene where you do something with it was never made. *It is possible to obtain the Horror Tickets, but impossible to enter the Live Hall to see the show. *When entering a bathroom, the location still shows up in Japanese, in the upper right hand corner. If you encounter anything that is still untranslated (Or shows up as a bunch of squares), please let me know. Also, please let me know if there is any text that seems out of place. There were a lot of duplicate maps, and the scripts jumped around, a lot, so it's possible that I misinterpreted the context, somewhere. On a final note, a guide will not be fore-coming, from me. There is a NPC in game that you can get hints from, but everything is fairly easy to do.

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  40. 7 points
    When I was at school I was really lucky in that I saw loads of desperation, and I’ve written up a few of the more memorable sightings. My school was pretty strict with toilet breaks. Often teachers would not let us go to the toilets in class, especially if the class was straight after breaktime/lunchtime. If they did let us go, we had to get a yellow card from them (a ‘toilet pass’) which we had to take to the main school office, sign our name on a sheet, get the toilet key from them and then finally hurry to the toilets, unlock them and then finally get relief. These aren’t in any sort of order but I’ll start with this one since it happened in the first few weeks of starting at secondary school. At the end of a final lesson of the day, we were all stood around waiting to go, then the teacher realised that she needed to hand out letters to us about a field trip. The bell rang but she told us to wait until we’d been given our letters. A short, cute dark haired girl sitting across the table from me was clearly dying for a pee, bobbing up and down on the spot and crossing her legs. She noticed me looking at her and she gave a sheepish grin and said ‘I really need a wee!’ The teacher was still on the other side of the classroom so it would be a while before she reached our table. The desperate girl then held herself between the legs with both hands for a couple of seconds, bobbing up and down in an exaggerated pee dance. ‘Ooh hurry up!’ she said laughing. When the teacher finally handed us the letters the girl ran out of the room towards the toilets. This is actually one of the first times I remember seeing a girl truly desperate for a pee and it definitely sparked my interest in desperation :P This also happened in the first few weeks of school. After school let out a group of us were waiting outside for a few of our friends to turn up so we could all walk home together. One of the girls (a very cute, short, brown-haired girl) suddenly sighed loudly, crossed her legs and said quietly ‘I’m dying for a piss but I don’t know where the toilets are.’ We were at school from 8.45am (half an hour earlier if you count the walk there) to 3.30pm, so she must have been really, really desperate to go. I don’t remember what happened after but I have a feeling just bit her lip and waited until she got home at around 4pm. The fact that she didn’t know where the toilets were meant that she’d been going for around 8 hours a day without a toilet break, unless she was just joking around. In maths which was last lesson of the day, a cute, tall, slim girl with long brown hair went straight up to the teacher as soon as she walked into the room. I noticed she was quite red in the face and was fidgeting like crazy, and she could barely stand still for a second, and I was sure she was asking if she could go to the toilet. The teacher said she could, and gave her the pass. My seat was right near the door to the room and I watched her walk out, biting her lip. When she got to the door she couldn’t open it straight away because it was a little stuck. She bobbed on the spot and said ‘ohhh come on’, tugging at it harder, before it opened and she hurried out to the toilets. In religious studies, also last lesson of the day, a really attractive blonde girl who was sat behind me put her hand up and asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and I glanced around to see her looking like she was about to cry. She was really desperate, and she was whispering something to her friend sat beside her, leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the desk. Her friend, who was known for being a bit of a loudmouth, told our teacher that the girl was really desperate and couldn’t wait until the end of the lesson. While he said this, the girl next to him was leaning forwards, biting her lip and staring at the teacher with a pleading expression, blushing like crazy. Finally he gave in and let her go, and she sprinted out of her seat, grabbed the pass and ran out of the room. She came in a little while later, still blushing, but looking very relieved. In science class, I heard a group of girls behind me talking to the teacher, and one of them asked him if she could go to the toilet. He said no, and wouldn’t change his mind despite the girls trying to persuade him. He walked back to the front of the room and I saw one of the girls (who’d asked to go) putting her head on the desk in mock frustration. A bit later she asked again, and despite her looking really desperate (sitting bouncing her legs and fidgeting in her seat) the teacher wouldn’t let her go. At the end of the lesson when everyone was stood up waiting for the bell to ring, she hurried to the front of the room and stood in front of the teacher with her legs pushed tightly together, bouncing up and down on the spot. ‘Can I please go sir? It’s coming out’ she said, and he laughed but soon saw she was seriously in need of a pee, and after she asked a few more times he let her out early. In a music lesson one afternoon, I was waiting outside the classroom waiting for the teacher with a couple of others when one of our classmates joined us – a curvy but cute olive-skinned girl with black hair. She looked into the room and bit her lip. ‘I really need a wee’ she said to nobody in particular, dancing on the spot (shifting her weight from foot to foot while bouncing up and down slightly). Finally our teacher came to let us in, and the girl went straight over to her, telling her that she ‘Really needs the toilet’. The teacher was new, and wasn’t sure on what to do, so it took her a while to find the toilet pass. While she was looking for it in her office, the girl seemed to be getting more and more anxious, fidgeting more and more. ‘Oh come on how long does it take?’ she said quietly as the teacher was out of earshot. Finally, she was given the pass and hurried out of the room to get some much needed relief. Also in music class, but this time in the morning, a cute blonde girl admitted that she ‘needs the loo dead badly’ with about five minutes of the lessons still to go. We were finished with the classwork so we were just stood around waiting for the bell to ring. She could hardly stand still, and she was leaning on tables, crossing her legs and bouncing from foot to foot. Someone made her laugh and she bent over forwards with her hands on her skirt, clearly trying not to wet herself. When the bell went she left quickly in the direction of the toilets. The same blonde girl as above also ended up getting desperate in an afternoon maths lesson, and luckily she was sat directly behind me. About halfway through the hour long lesson she muttered ‘I need a wee’, and as the lesson went on she said it a couple of more times, although this time it sounded more urgent and her voice was tense. A boy sat in front of me (pretty well known for being the class joker) turned around and asked her loudly what it felt like, and she laughed and described it as a ‘tingling feeling’. At the end of the lesson she walked quickly down the corridor towards the toilets, trying to push her thighs together as she walked. During an English lesson one afternoon we were all sat around in a circle in one of the drama studios, about to listen to our teacher read from a book we were studying. I noticed one cute and curvy brown-haired girl sat across from me was fidgeting in her seat, looking anxious and biting her lip. Not everyone had their copy of the book with them so he asked them to get it, and the girl I’d noticed before walked past me on the way to get the book from her bag. As she walked past I heard her breathing pretty heavily and give a little stifled moan, almost like a squeak. She sat back down and I watched her closely while the teacher began to read to us. She couldn’t sit still, and was constantly shifting position, sitting her legs crossed, then apart, then with both feet on the chair, then with one foot under her (pressing on her heel to help her wait, I guess). After about 45 minutes of reading we were put into small groups and told to discuss what we had just read. Luckily for me, I was put into the same group as the girl I’d been watching squirm around, and I got to watch her desperately trying to hold in her piss without being too obvious for another few minutes before the teacher came over to see how we were getting on. She teacher commented that she wasn’t saying much and she admitted that she really needed the toilet, and luckily for her the teacher let her go. On the way out the room she passed a set of toilets and I saw her push on the door, only to find it locked. She stamped her foot in annoyance and bit her lip, hurrying off the office to get a key. She came back about 5 minutes later looking extremely relieved. This one involves the same girl as above, also in an afternoon English lesson. I saw her get up out of her seat and ask the teacher if she could go to the toilet, he said yes and she was just about to leave the room when he called her back in and said she had to wait for someone else to come back first (the school had a rule that only one person was allowed out of the classroom at one time). She stood waiting, leaning against a table, biting her lip and resting her hands in front of her skirt with her legs crossed. It looked like she was dying to push her hands between her legs but couldn’t while stood in front of the entire class. After a few more minutes of desperate waiting, the other person came back and she was allowed to hurry off to the toilets. In a science class one morning, two girls (both slim and attractive, one blonde and one brunette) sat on the same table as me were acting really hyper, giggling all lesson and annoying the teacher. They stood up and started messing around with some equipment at the front of the room, when the teacher told them to sit down and behave. This sent them into hysterical laughter, and they were clearly having trouble holding onto their pee, because both of them were holding themselves in plain view of everyone in the class. The blonde girl ended up in floor, barely able to speak she was laughing so hard, squeezing herself between her legs with both hands. In between breaths, she shouted ‘It’s coming out, it’s coming out!’ The bell rang for the end of the lesson soon after, but I doubt either of them made it to the toilets without a few leaks. In yet another science class just before lunchtime, a curvy brunette asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet, but unfortunately for her, the teacher said no. She walked to the front of the room and asked again a few minutes later, clearly bursting, but the teacher said that she wasn’t supposed to let anybody out of the lesson. The girl crossed her legs and pleaded with her, saying that she really needed to go, but the teacher (though sympathetic) told her she’d have to hold on until the end of the lesson (which was around 30 minutes away). The bursting girl bit her lip, walking back to her seat. As she walked past me, she saw me looking at her, and she said ‘Ever get the feeling you’re gonna pop?’ while gently rubbing her bladder with one hand. About 5 minutes before the end of the lesson she went up to the teacher one last time, asking if she could go out early. She looked really desperate by now, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed as she pleaded with the teacher. It took some persuading, but the teacher finally let her leave the lesson before the bell rang. ‘Ooh thanks Miss!’ she said, hurrying out of the room while trying to keep her thighs pushed together, one hand resting on the front of her skirt. In maths, last lesson of the day, we were all getting ready to leave, standing behind our chairs while waiting for the bell to ring. A very cute, slim blonde girl sat in front of me stood up and immediately crossed her legs, leaning forwards onto the back of her chair. ‘I need a wee NOW’ she said quietly to the girl sat next to her, biting her lip and looking at the clock on the wall. There was a netball tournament straight after school that day and the teacher said that anybody playing could leave early, and a few of the girls left, including the desperate blonde girl. I don’t think she was playing in the tournament, but obviously she didn’t want to wait until the bell rang before she could go and relieve herself. I also saw that same cute blonde girl desperate one time after school ended. She was standing waiting for a friend, legs tightly crossed. When her friend arrived the blonde girl hugged her and they began chatting. Her friend wanted to go across the school to talk to a teacher, and the blonde girl said ‘Ok but I really, really, really need a wee’ bouncing frantically from foot to foot to show how badly she needed to go. They then hurried off to the toilets. After a practice exam one afternoon, I was sat next to a really cute blonde girl I’d known since primary school. She was leaning back in her seat with her legs stretches out in front of her, one crossed over the other. The teacher had left the room for a minute so we were all chatting amongst ourselves, the blonde girl said that she needed a wee, but of course she couldn’t go because the teacher wasn’t there to ask. Another girl sat nearby overheard and told her to just go out and pee because it can be harmful to hold it in, but the blonde girl stayed put, saying she didn’t want to get into trouble. I shook my water bottle in her direction to annoy her and she bit her lip and punched me on the arm, fidgeting around in her seat. After a few more minutes the bell rang and the teacher came back into the room to dismiss us. The girl quickly stood up and bounced on the spot as she put her pens back into her pencil case. Suddenly, she turned to her friend sat nearby and said ‘Can you pack my things into my bag for me, I’m really desperate for a wee’ and ran out of the room to the toilets. On the last day of school it was kind of a tradition for people to wear white shirts over their usual school uniform for people to sign and write messages on. A few people would also meet up in the morning before school began to drink alcopops in the woods just behind the school. In the first lesson of the day, one of the girls, a very cute brunette who’d obviously been drinking as she was a bit tipsy, loudly announced that she needed a wee asked the teacher if she could go to the toilet. He refused, as it was only the first lesson and he thought she was just going to go out into the corridor and go into other classrooms to find people to sign her shirt. She looked a bit annoyed and took the shirt off, saying that she just needed the toilet and would come straight back. One of her friends poked her in the bladder and said ‘Sir, she really does need to go’ and the girl gasped and bit her lip, stepping backwards away from her friend’s probing fingers. After a bit of persuading, the teacher let her go and she hurried off down the corridor to the toilets. Lining up outside our maths classroom one afternoon before the lesson started, I heard a short, really cute brunette girl behind me saying that she ‘needed the loo’. The girl’s toilets were pretty much directly opposite the classroom so she walked to the front of the line, debating about whether to go into the toilets or wait for our teacher to let us in first and then ask her if she could go, since she didn’t want to be late for the lesson. At that moment though, a janitor came past, checked the toilets and then locked them, much to the disappointment of the desperate girl. At that moment the teacher came out of the classroom to let us in, sending the girl to the back of the line. As soon as she walked into the classroom the girl went straight to the teacher, and since I was sat at the back I couldn’t hear what she was saying but it was pretty clear she was asking if she could go to the toilet, and the teacher just shook her head and told her to sit down. She spent the rest of the lesson fidgeting around on her seat, crossing her legs and leaning forwards in her seat with her hands under the table, constantly glancing at the clock on the wall. She sat right near the door so she could see the girl’s toilets just opposite, which must have made it even harder for her to wait. I don’t know what happened after the lesson was over but I’m guessing the toilets were still locked, meaning that she had to wait for somebody to unlock them or go to one of the other sets of toilets in the hope that they’d be open. Sitting in a science lesson just before breaktime, I noticed that a chubby girl sat in front of me was fidgeting in her seat like mad, bobbing her feet up and down and tapping her pen frantically on the desk. I heard her say to the girl sat next to her ‘Ooh I’m dying for a wee’. She squirmed around for the rest of the lesson, before the bell finally rang allowing her to hurry off to the toilets. Every summer our school had a sports day, where we’d have little mini track competitions. I remember one time I was lining up ready to run a 100m sprint, just behind the girls who would be running their race first. Stood in front of me in my lane, waiting to race, was a short, extremely pretty Indian girl, and we were just chatting waiting for her race to start, when she suddenly said ‘I need a wee!’ and started jumping up and down on the spot, hands pushing on the front of her shorts. It must have been really hard to run a race with her full bladder bouncing around inside of her. One lunchtime I was sat in the school library at some kind of reading club we had to do as part of our English class, sitting around in a circle while the librarian read from a book. After she’d finished reading, one of the girls suddenly stood up from her seat and said ‘Miss, can I go to the toilet quickly?’, but the librarian told her to wait a minute while she explained what she wanted us to do next. The girl crossed her legs, and bounced up and down a few times, gritting her teeth, hands hovering in front of her skirt. Finally, she was allowed to go, and she hurried out of the room. One English lesson our teacher didn’t show up, so another teacher came in to watch the class while I was sent to the school office find out where our teacher was (I was given the toilet pass so I had permission to be out of lesson). I went to the office, was told our teacher was stuck in a meeting and would be out soon, and walked back to the classroom. When I got back in, gave the teacher the pass back and took my seat, a really cute curvy brunette walked quickly to the teacher’s desk and said ‘Sir, can I go to the toilet please?’ The teacher shook his head and said that he wasn’t supposed to let anyone go because it wasn’t officially his class to teach. The girl seemed disappointed when she heard this, as she must have been anxiously waiting for me to come back with the toilet pass, probably thinking I’d asked to use the toilet and was allowed. The teacher seemed to notice how badly she had to go, as he asked her if it was an emergency. She said that it was, jiggling on the spot with her hands clasped in front of her to show how badly she needed to go, and he let her out. One lunchtime I was about to walk upstairs when there was some kind of hold-up in the corridor, and we had to wait a minute before we could get through. There were two younger girls behind me, and I heard one of them say ‘If they don’t let us through I’m gonna wet myself’. I turned around to see her standing with her legs crossed and arms folded impatiently. Eventually, the hold up cleared and as I climbed the stairs I turned back to find them both hurrying quickly to the toilets down the corridor. Nearing the end of breaktime I was standing around chatting with a few friends when I noticed one of the girls was constantly fidgeting around, crossing one leg over the other and knocking the heel of her shoe against the toe of the other one, occasionally bobbing on the spot. She asked her friend to come with her to the toilets but her friend refused seeing as it was nearly the end of break and she didn’t want to be late for the next lesson, and told her to ‘hold it in’. The bursting girl replied that she ‘didn’t have the capacity to hold’, and I think she ended up hurrying to the toilets by herself. Near the start of yet another afternoon maths lesson I noticed a cute curvy girl with reddish-brown hair standing near the front of the room, while the teacher was rooting around on her desk for something. The girl was blushing like crazy, talking to someone while leaning forwards onto a table, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed. She then stood up and started wringing her hands in front of her while dancing on the spot, clearly dying to pee. The teacher picked up a set of keys from the desk and walked quickly out of the room, followed closely by the desperate, blushing girl, opening the toilets for her which were just opposite the classroom. The girl came back in a few minutes later looking extremely relieved and still blushing. A girl at the back shouted out and asked her if she was feeling relieved, and the blushing girl nodded, still grinning. Teachers were not supposed to open the toilets for students but it was obviously an emergency, and she must have seen just how desperate the poor girl was and took pity on her. I saw this same girl desperate again a few weeks later. I was leaving the classroom after the bell rang to signal the end of school when I saw her hurrying down the corridor, stopping to talk to another girl who’d just left the same class as me. She looked extremely frantic, bouncing up and down on the spot and bending forwards with her hands on her bladder. I didn’t hear what she was saying exactly but I think it was something about the toilets being locked, and that they’d have to stop somewhere on the way home so she could pee. I also saw this same girl desperate again in an afternoon science lesson. As soon as she walked into the lesson she seemed very giggly and hyper, annoying the teacher who was known for being one of the strictest in the school. Luckily, her seat was next to mine, and as soon as she sat down she announced that she ‘needed a wee’, and tried to ask the teacher if she could go but since she was laughing so much, he just told her to be quiet. She couldn’t stop laughing so the teacher told her to stand outside the room, and as she walked out she asked again but the teacher denied her. He let her back in a few minutes later, and she was obviously still bursting because she was squirming around on her seat, constantly looking at the clock, frequently announcing that she ‘needs to go’ and ‘really needs the toilet’. Nearing the end of the lesson, she glanced at the clock and said ‘Ohhh only two minutes left’, fidgeting around even more. By now she was finding it hard to sit still even for a second. When the lesson ended I though she’d go straight to the toilets, but later on after school had ended (which was an hour after the science lesson) I saw her with a friend literally sprinting across the school ground in the direction of the toilets. The toilets had obviously been locked so she hadn’t been able to pee after the science lesson, meaning that she’d had to hold it for another hour until school finally ended. She must have been extremely relieved when she finally got chance to go! After school one summer afternoon me and a few friends were in the school recording studio, recording some songs we’d written since we were in a band. Our drummer’s girlfriend, a really cute brunette girl, was with us. About an hour into the recording session I noticed that she was sitting with her legs pretty tightly crossed and was looking a bit tense, and a few minutes later she hurried out of the room. I realised she must have been on the way to the toilets but I knew that by now, they’d be all locked up. She came back in a few minutes later and had obviously found the toilets locked, since she immediately crossed her legs while texting someone. She then told her boyfriend that she’d be gone for a while and would be back later, without saying where she was going. She came back later lucking more relaxed, so either she’d gone to a friends house to pee or had found some toilets in town somewhere. And to end with, some desperate teachers – On the way back from a field trip our teacher, a really attractive olive-skinned woman with medium length black hair, probably in her late 20s/early 30s, was walking down the aisle of the bus we were in, making sure we all had our seatbelts fastened. I couldn’t help but notice that she was gritting her teeth and looked really tense, crossing her legs whenever she was standing still. The bus journey back to school was about 40 minutes, and she looked anxious for pretty much the whole journey. When we got back to school we all went straight to the classroom, even though a few of us asked her if we could go to the toilet. She kept saying no (she was known for never letting anyone out to pee – I remember I was pretty desperate to go before a PE lesson, but when I asked her if I could quickly go she flat out refused, only letting me go when she saw me fidgeting around during the warm-up exercises), and told us that we just had to wait until the end of school, which was in about 20 minutes. She mentioned that she needed to go as well, so if she had to wait, so did we. Eventually though, since so many of us were asking, she gave in and let us go, and I think she took the opportunity to have a nice relieving pee while escorting us all to the toilets. This was just after lunchtime had ended, which I’d spent in the music room working on coursework. I was filing something away in the music office when one of the music teachers, a cute, curly-haired woman in her mid 20s, came in to put something in a file. As she searched through it to find the right place, she was bouncing up and down on the spot, and was singing ‘need a wee, need a wee’ to herself. She finally found the correct place and slipped the piece of paper inside. She then turned to one of the other teachers in the office and said ‘Could you watch my class for me so I can go to the loo?’ before hurrying off without waiting for a reply. One afternoon, I was in the school recording studio, waiting to have some music recorded. In the recording booth were 2 girls singing, with one of the music teachers playing the piano accompaniment. She was in her 40s, slim and good looking, with blonde hair and glasses. She was dressed casually, wearing tight jeans and a purple top. After a few minutes they finished and came out of the booth, and the tech guy played the song back for them to listen to. I noticed her looking tense, her cheeks were flushed and she was bending forwards ever so slightly, hands on her hips. As I watched, she crossed her legs tightly and folded her arms across her chest. After a few seconds she bobbed up and down discretely, and re-crossed her legs the other way, tensing her thighs. She looked absolutely bursting to pee, but was too engrossed in listening to the recording to go. After a minute or so of discrete fidgeting and leg crossing she clearly couldn’t wait another second and quickly excused herself. She turned around and began to walk out of the room, but when she saw me, she came over and asked me what I was going to play. As I told her, she bit her lip and brought one knee up across her crotch and lowered it again, then did the same with the other one, repeating and alternating between each knee. This was the sexiest pee dance I'd ever seen, and I couldn't believe my luck. I tried to delay her, but after I told her about the song I’d be playing she said 'Right, I’ll be back shortly' and hurried out before I could reply. She’d clearly been needing to pee badly for a while but had been so busy with the recordings that she hadn’t managed to find time to go. And finally, the best desperation from a teacher I’ve ever seen! One morning I had a double English lesson, which was 2 hours long. It sounds boring, but it was made better by the fact that I was taught by the most attractive teacher in the school. She was in her mid 20s, slim and tanned with dark brown hair, and was absolutely gorgeous. On this particular day she was wearing a loose white top, grey skirt, and heels that accentuated her sexy legs. Although she was a popular teacher, she was known for being a little on the strict side. One of her rules was that absolutely nobody was allowed to go to the toilet during class, because according to her, we were all old enough to be able to control our bladders. This rule ended up coming back to haunt her! During the first hour of the double lesson I noticed she was drinking a lot of water, eventually finishing off a small bottle. After an hour, we had a short break, and she took the chance to make a big cup of tea. During the second hour I began to notice her fidgeting slightly in her seat, and she kept making mistakes as she read to us the Shakespeare play we were studying. When we still had 45 minutes to go before break, she leaned forwards in her seat and whispered to the front row 'I need a wee!'. All that water she’d been drinking and the cup of tea were clearly beginning to catch up with her. After she finished reading the scene, she stood up to write notes on the board. I kept my eye on her, and sure enough, she was stepping from foot to foot, bending her knees occasionally. She took a step back from the board to read what she had written, and she crossed her legs, saying 'Ahhh I really need a wee, I can't concentrate!'. The best part was still to come though. After she had read the next scene, she stood up from her seat, gingerly stepped over to the table where I was sitting and quite suddenly bent forwards, pushing one hand against the front of her skirt and resting the other on my table, sighing loudly in frustration. She must have been incredibly desperate to be acting so obviously in front of her entire class. The girl next to me laughed and said 'I'd hate being a teacher, not being able to go to the loo even if I was bursting'. My teacher glanced up at the clock with her legs crossed, and said 'Only 15 minutes left, we'll make it' and bobbed on the spot. I think part of her wanted to ask to get someone to cover her lesson for a minute while she hurried off for a pee, but given her rule of never letting her students go she didn’t really have any choice but to wait until the bell. Finally, it was the end of the lesson, and she stood at the door, hurrying us all out. My final memory of that class is my sexy teacher standing at the door, dancing from foot to foot, wringing her hands in front of her skirt.
  41. 7 points
    'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?' The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand it over 'Thank you, have a nice day' I smile at him. He's already walking away as I say it. It's no fun sat behind this till. I've only been here an hour and I'm bored out my mind. The chair's uncomfortable, the work is menial, and it smells like someone's spilt milk about a week ago and no-one's cleaned it up. But still, college won't pay for itself, so here I am, wasting my weekends away telling people about the special offer on any 'Diego' brand products. Buy one, get a free frying pan, *woohoo*. It isn't even a good frying pan - It's some soft, cheap metal that scratches is if you look at it too harshly. Still have to try and hand them out. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I lift up my hand and glance at my watch. 6:15 AM. Sunday morning. I hate mornings. Who in their right mind is up before ten? Mad people, that's who. At least with a morning shift I get to go home at 1. Maybe then I could make up for lost sleep. Leaning back, I puff out my cheeks and spin around on the chair. I'm the only one in at this time. Well, the manager's in, but she's always in. I don't think I've ever come in to this place and not seen her doing something. I'm not sure she even sleeps. Here she comes now, walking down the food aisle like she's got something to do 'Morning Katie' she sings to me cheerfully. Something must be up, she's not usually this happy 'Morning, Margret' I reply. 'Come now, liven up!' she trills. 'Big day today! It's our two-for-one offer on all Cola, so be ready for a busy day of work' 'It's sunday' I remind her. Her face drops and her mood darkens 'Look here Katie, If you don- *Ahem*' She clears her throat, takes in a breath and restores her cheery attitude 'Oh, Katie!' she sings. 'We must always be ready for anything, here at LowCost!' I've never seen her do this before. 'Are we being inspected?' I ask drily She looks around quickly. No one here, of course. She turns back to me 'Yes. As it happens, we are.' she snarls. 'And you better make us look good so we can be the branch they film the next advert in, they're auditioning today, and if you ruin things with your 'couldn't-care-less' attitude, I'll-' 'Margret Ginger to the office pleeeaase, that's Margret Ginger to the main office pleeeeaaaaase' Margret glares at me, cut off by the overhead speaker. 'Best. Behaviour.' She hisses, before she brushes herself off, and skips daintily away like butter wouldn't melt. Well, it wouldn't if someone fixed the dairy-fridge. So today is the day the adverts are filmed. They'll film ads in a bunch of branches, and then air the best ones. This branch hasn't been in the advert for so long as I can remember, but Margret, with her delusions of grandeur, insists that we win it this time, and in her effort to win, she's hand-picked the staff that will be in today based on how attractive they are. Honestly I'd be a little flattered if most of the other staff here didn't look like they'd come from a middle-school portrait club. If it were any other store I probably wouldn't be in for this sort of thing, I'm not exactly a model or anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not ugly or anything. I'm just unkempt. I've got blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. Wavy and messy because brushing is something for people that don't have an essay due in every other day to do. Permanent bags under my blue eyes because sleep is for people who aren't three weeks behind on that one history paper. Un-ironed white shirt (I don't even know if I've got an ironing board), creased grey skirt that ends halfway up my thighs. I don't think I own a pair of tights that aren't laddered somewhere, and today's pair have a hole about 6 inches long up my inner-left thigh. Cheap white trainers. And a neat red tie and a name badge complete my ensemble. I don't think a day's gone by without Margret having a go at me for some part of my uniform. Today she gave me a hairbrush before we begun, so my hair is particularly neat (It doesn't stick out quite so much as usual) While I'm sat here killing time, might as well tell you about myself. I'm 5 foot something, fairly light for my age, and I'm studying modern history at university. I'm living in the university dorm (one bedroom, one bathroom and a communal kitchen for about 9 others). I'm single, I enjoy long walks on short piers, I don't like mornings, I don't like Margret, I don't like working at this sh- Oh hang on, another customer. The man dumps his shopping on the belt which brings it toward me. Just the usual groceries, milk, eggs, some sausages, and two bottles of cola. I swipe them over the scanner and put them to one side 'That's eight fifty' I tell him, trying to hold back a yawn. Would you like a bag?' 'Please' I pull a bag from under the desk and hand it to him. He puts he stuff in, struggling with the sodas. Noticing how the liquid slops about though, it makes me think I ought to use the toilet soon. I can't go yet though, Margret might punch me if I left the tills empty. Even if the shop is empty. We've probably had most of our customers already. As the man walks out, receipt falling out of his bag as a breeze catches it, I can't help but think that I should have bought some of my coursework with me. Might take my mind off the boredom and my slowly filling bladder. Really starting to regret pulling an all-night study session, I feel like death, and I've put nothing into my body but coffee for the past twelve hours. It hasn't woke me up though - I feel like I'm vibrating but at the same time about to fall asleep. I'm sure that's not healthy. I yawn and lean back again, kicking my shoes off under the desk. I know the shoes are part of the uniform, but it's not like anyone can see them. And even if they could, the 'no shirt no shoes' rule only applies to customers. I straighten out my body and stretch, arms over my head. 'Yaaawwwh..' I glance at my watch. Six twenty. It's going to be a long day... Two hours later and no-one's come in. I've been sat in this chair, trying not to fall asleep, when I could have been finishing off work, revising, sleeping, anything that wasn't sitting in this damn chair. Still haven't gone to the toilet. Turns out the other two folks who were meant to come in today are both off. So I'm the only one working the tills until the afternoon shift starts. Ugh. I look at my watch again. Still 8:15. I slouch over in my chair and slam into the till, head resting in my folded arms. 'KATE!' Margret screams from the other end of the store. I drag myself up while she thunders over. 'Katie, I swear to-' she stops shouting 'Katie, we're going to win this advertising deal okay? Because, if we do, I get a raise. That means if you make us lose, you're taking money away from me. So tha- *dong* The door's slide open and about six men come in, with cameras, a boom mic, and a clipboard. 'Oh Hello~~!' Margret warbles. 'So good that you're here! We've been expecting you!' Guess this is it. My Television debut. Margret eagerly starts helping the crew bring in their equipment, while some of the men walk around looking at things. One of them heads over to me, I guess my unkempt everything is already ruining Margret's dream of being in an advert He walks over and stares at my breasts, without even a lick of shame. In fact he looks sort of confused, what is he- Oh. He's looking at my name badge, which is upside down. I take it out, turn it around and put it back on. I look up and grin at him. He doesn't respond. I lean back in my chair and sigh again. With this lot here now I have to pretend I want to be here. I sit up, straighten my tie and try to smile. Sod that, they don't even have the camera's set up yet. Dropping my facade and leaning back, I try to ignore everything and just hope that time passes by without me noticing. Not likely though, my bladder is aching enough now that I can't ignore it. It's keeping me aware. Margret doesn't let us use the toilet most days, so today she'll be doing everything she can to have me stuck in this chair and looking my best. It takes the team half an hour to set up, then another half hour to discuss the scripts with us. I don't know why we bother, I look like I've been dragged around, with my torn tights, creased shirt and messy hair. The stylist says I have a sort of 'shabby-chic' look. I say he has a 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about' look. Me and Margret are given scripts each, with awful cheesy lines like 'Here in the dairy, we have Moo-velous deals on skimmed milk!'. I can't think of too much that I'd rather be doing less, but I'm the only one on the floor today, So I kind of have to. Me and Margret take turns on the till to make sure it's never empty. I think some of the customers have spent more time looking around just to avoid being served by her. Anyway, my shift now, which means I get a fifteen minute break from filming. I was right about customers avoiding Margret. When I sat down about three people came over immediately. All of them bought colas, two-for-one offers really are effective. Cola swilling about in a bottle is also pretty effective and making me realise just how much I need the bathroom. How long has it been since I last went, anyway? Let's think....I was studying last night at around six, had a short break playing Dark Souls until ten, had a coffee, studied until 11, had another Dark Souls break until three, went to the toilet, had a shower, had more coffee, got dressed, proof read my essay on Verdun, had another coffee, got my coat and left at five... That might explain why I feel like a nuke about to go off. I'd better ask Margret if I can go, it's worth a shot... No. A violent no. I thought she would bite my head off. She didn't scream or shout, but when I asked her she gave me a look like a punch to the head. If looks could kill I'd be obliterated. So I have to wait until the next break. Her exact words were 'N-not now Katie (she stammered holding back her anger, I could tell), the film crew won't be here much longer, just sit down and do your job'. She tried to make it sound sweet and friendly in front of the camera crew, but I'm sure they didn't buy her act. No more customers have come in since the last three, which means I'm free to wriggle about behind my desk a little without looking silly. At least so long as the camera doesn't pan over to me. What an advert that would make - the camera pans round, catching all the sales and offers, then poor little me rocking back and forth in the background, red in the face and hands in my crotch. If Margret doesn't let me go soon, I'm sure that's what the ad will be. The tagline could be 'desperate offers!'. or 'Urine luck when you come to LowCost supermarkets!'. 'You won't Pee-lieve our low low prices!' You know, I'm not sure Margret is legally allowed to stop me using the toilet. But I'm also not certain she won't explode if I mention that. I'm not certain I won't explode if I don't go soon though. I'm at that point where I can't think of other things. My bladder is the main thing on my mind, but the time is a close second. I glance around my desk. I've got a half empty water bottle here. Perhaps I could sneak this under the table.... I take in hand and begin moving it down. I glance around just to make sure that-. Oh good. Margrets coming over now, abort mission. I put the bottle back quickly. 'Right, get a shot of me and Katie here' Margret says to them. 'I'll put my hand round her shoulders and say something about how nice the staff all are' I stare pleadingly at the man behind the camera. He doesn't seem to notice. 'I- could I please-' I begin, before Margret jabs me in the forearm 'Shut up and smile with me' She wraps one arm around my shoulder, her touch making me wince, but I force a cheesey grin. Then she notices my hands, pressed between my legs. 'Katie, make it look like you're scanning something' She says, glancing around for something. She picks up a cola bottle, one of the big ones. 'Hold this over the scanner' 'But Margret, I' 'DO IT' she hisses. I hold it up with both hands, forcing a grin while I do. Without my hands my bladder begins to scream. Nothing holding back now but sheer muscle. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but it hurts so much! Hurry up and film the scene! Come on, I don't have forever! 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' Margret sings in my ear, grinning like a Barbie doll. I force my own smile as best I can, while trying to stop a torrent of liquid coming out of me. Holding the bottle doesn't help. I don't think I can go on much longer.... 'No no' the camera man says. 'Katie, darling, you need to smile naturally, you look crazed with that grin' 'Sorry, I just really need to' 'Katie...' Margret cuts in. 'Smile. Nicely.' I try to pull a less forced smile, and they begin filming again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' I can feel sweat on my forehead as I try to hold back 'Just ask our lovely Katie here!' she grins. The camera zooms on me. I can see my face in one of the screens the men hold, showing what I look like. I'm blushing and grinning like I murdered someone and got away with it, and my forehead looks completely damp. My underwear feels like it might be just as damp soon. 'I, uhh' 'KATIE.' Margret shouts. 'I gave you the lines' she hisses. Read them again. I put the bottle down and grab my crotch with one hand while I take the script in the other. My hand hits just in time - I feel a single drop hit my underwear, cooling quickly. Not enough to show, I hope. I read through the script. 'We'll tell you about our great offers when you reach the till'. 'Okay, scene, 1, 2, - ' I wipe my forehead and pick up the bottle with both hands. I almost lose control as I lift it over the scanner. I can feel pressure mounting. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly, and here to help!' My bladder feels ready to explode. I won't make it.... 'We'll tell y-you about our great offers when you reach the toilet' I say 'Katie.' Margret sighs. 'If you screw this up again...' 'S-sorry'. I mumble. The bottle feels really heavy in my hands now. Three litres of cheap cola, swilling side to side. I need to choose between holding the bottle or wetting my uniform. It's a tough decision, but I'm going to hold the bottle up a little longer. I can feel my bladder getting angry at that decision. I hold it in the air and Margret starts talking again. I can't hear what she's saying anymore, the only thing on my mind is the ocean I'm holding back. All the while I'm grinning for the camera and trying to look natural. '...here to help' Margret finishes. Okay, my line now 'I need a wee' Margret's hand turns into a vice. I can't see her face, but I can feel her glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like knives. She has a grip like nothing I've felt before. if only my bladder was the same. Margret starts yelling, but I can't focus on what Margret is shouting at me right now, but I can tell she's lost it, the camera man looks quite scared. My bladder is the only thing on my mind right now. I'm still forcing a grin. My bladder is getting closer and closer to breaking point. 'Once more' Margret sighs. I lift the bottle again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are' *PSSSSHHHHHH* Oh god! I've gone and done it now! I'm wetting myself! I can feel it spraying on my face and - my face? I open my eyes and look at the spray, it's coming from the bottle. It's burst, and cheap cola is spurting everywhere! I toss it over the end of the till, letting it spray cola over the entire till as it flies. It bursts on the floor when it hits. I can't help but feel like it's some sort of warning. Hands free, I clamp them back down on my screaming bladder. Margret looks like she's about to catch fire. The camera crew notice this. 'M-maybe we could film it on the next till down?' If Margret does catch fire, I could probably put her out. She better hurry up though because otherwise it'll be too late. She forces herself to calm down, breathing like an angry bull as she does. 'Yes. That's a good idea. Come on.' The crew head over, and so does Margret. I stand up from my chair. Standing up feels like something is pushing against my bladder from the outside. Still, I have to hold on. I try and get a glance at the back of my skirt, check for any damage. I don't have a giraffe neck however, so I can only guess that I look fine. I run my hands over my ass to be sure. Taking my hands off is a mistake however, and I watch a drip fall from between my legs. I slam my legs together immediately and dash to the next till. I almost throw myself at the chair. Margret hands me a new bottle - one of the new 'supreme' bottles. Five litres of cheap soda. Five litres of agony. 'Hold this' I'm almost scared to touch it, just in case it's very touch will make me burst like a water main. I breath in, brace myself, and lift it. My bladder isn't a fan of this action. I have to hold it over the scanner like I'm scanning it. Which means holding it at an awkward angle at arms length. Usually I'd just drag something like this over the scanner and hope it gets picked up by the barcode-reader, but that doesn't look good on camera. So instead, I put my bladder muscles to the absolute test. It screams at me the second I lift the bottle 'Here at LowCost...' Margret begins I feel a drop escape. '...Our staff are friendly...' Another drop, and another '...And here to help' She finishes. Drip, then drip, then drip. Time for my line through my forced drip - I mean smile. 'We'll tell you...' no just drips now, but a very slow trickle '...about our great offers...' My muscles begin to fail '...when you reach the till!' I can feel a puddle forming 'Great, cut!' the camera man says. I drop the bottle and slam my hands between my legs so hard I almost knock myself over. 'C-c-can I go to the-' 'YES KATIE, GO' Margret yells. I scramble from my chair. As I stand I can see the mess I've left, an orange sized puddle sits on the black leather. At least that's all that I'll lose. I make a dash for the bathroom, as quick as I can, my feet pummelling the floor and then slipping the in soda No! Not now! The camera crew look over to me as I stumble back to my feet, fighting back another wave as I do. I glance over to them - the camera's still rolling! I don't have time to worry though, toilet toilet toilet! Scrambling back up, I make a bolt forward. I find myself back on my face. Wet shoes have betrayed me. I can't fight back tears as everything begins to get to me. It's like the world is trying to make me- Drip! Oh no, I'm really going to lose it now! I scramble up again, and make a charge forward, slipping immediately and landing on my face. Not now! Not now! I have to get up! One leg up, now the other. I pull myself to full height, feeling my bladder lose control slightly as I do. I'm now losing a slow, steady trickle, which begins to run down my leg. I'll have to walk if I don't want to piss myself on all fours like some kid. I go to step forward. As I move my leg my bladder loses control entirely and I lose a spurt. I bring my leg bag and stand still. I can't move. I mustn't move. Because if I move, I'm going to wet myself. I've never wet myself like this. At work, in front of cameras. I mustn't wet myself. My bladder doesn't agree, and another drip falls from me and into my tights. Here are my choices: Wet myself, have an accident, or pee in my tights. I'll let my bladder make that choice. I can feel the others looking at me. I can't see them, but I can feel them. I have to move. I drag my leg forward, not taking it off the other. Even the pressure from that is too much and a dribble escapes and I hear a drip hit the floor. I breath in deeply. I step forward, big stride. My bladder loses control and I spurt through my tights. Next step, same thing happens. I keep marching forward though, and with each step I spurt harshly. It takes me about twenty steps to reach the staff-only door to the toilets. I look at the floor behind me to see what I've done. Tiny puddles follow me up to the door, each one getting bigger and bigger until they reach my feet now. My bladder can't stop the flow now, and a gentle trickle is making its way down my leg and pooling by my feet. I grab the handle to the toilet and pull. It doesn't move. What I pull again, spurting hard as I do. Nothing. I take hold of the door handle and pull on it. Legs apart, hands on the handle, I pull! I pull again! I put all my effort into pulling! And as I do so my bladder gives up. As I yank on the door I begin to pee. I Keep pulling, but my bladder keeps peeing, pushing out a gold stream into my wet tights. I give up. It's not worth it. I lean against the door, tearing up, and I relax my bladder. I just let go. The stream hisses as it comes out, splashing down my legs before hitting the ground and splashing back up my shins. Feet at shoulder width, the stream of piss falls freely down to the floor, splattering loudly. My tights catch and hold all they can, and a warm patch spreads around my ass, thighs, knees and shins, as pee slides down my legs and soaks into my shoes. The white trainers quickly get dyed a pale yellow as they absorb what they can, holding the pee around my soles, toes and ankles. I feel a wave of relief make its way up my back, like no relief I've ever felt before. I can't hold back a moan, as pee streaks down my legs and tears streak down my cheeks. Still leaning on the door, I begin to squat down, until my legs are folded together, and my skirt catches the flood of pee coming from my aching bladder. Pee begins to pool around my ass, before it is filtered through my skirt. At least now it doesn't splash quite so much. I close my eyes as I let my body empty itself into my tights. While I have my accident, I remember why I had a shower at three in the morning...I hadn't made it to the toilet following my 'study break'. It felt strange back then. I felt silly, but also not too bothered, almost more relaxed than if I'd used the toilet. I did have to clean up after it though. Of course back then there wasn't a camera crew or a floor manager... I open my eyes again and look at what I'm doing. A pale yellow puddle surrounds me, steam rising from it. As I finish having my little accident, the store falls silent, and I realise the only sound before had been the dripping of the contents of my bladder. I stand up again, centred in my puddle. I'm almost proud of how large it is, but I'm also almost about to burst into tears. I take in a deep breath I stand outside the puddle, shaking one leg off at a time, flicking a few drips back into it. I wipe my hands on my skirt, leaving palm prints on either side. I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so much better to not be carrying that around with me. I stand up and turn around, ready to head back - The camera crew are stood right behind me. They filmed the whole thing. Margret is with them. What do I do? What can I say? 'Uhh, you w-won't Pee-lieve our low low prices' After mopping up the mess, Margret came up to me and told me not to come in the next day. She hadn't fired me, she just felt bad about making me wet myself like that. Also I think she was worried that I might have filed a lawsuit or something. She also gave me some free stock as an apology, including one of those five litre bottles of cola. And she paid for a taxi to take me home. The driver was a little shocked to see me and my wet tights climb in the back, and Margret was a little shocked when the drive told her she'd have to pay a clean up fee. Still, now back in my dorm I can finally finish some of my essays that are due in tomorrow. I've got changed now, into my comfy pyjamas and that one hoodie I own that's way too big for me, and I'm sat cross legged on my computer chair with a hot cup of tea and my essay on the Great War in front of me. Gotta finish this before tomorrow. I take a sip of coffee while I skim over what I've already wrote. That said, I might take a short Dark Souls break first...
  42. 7 points
    Some pictures of me after too much tea and seeing how many holding wettings my diaper could take.
  43. 7 points
    I did make it to the bathroom as you can see in the second pic, but the damage was done so I decided to take a couple pics. Hope you all like them.
  44. 7 points
    A few years ago when I was secondary school, I would have to catch the bus home every day. I had to run to the bus stop as soon as class finished, or I would miss the bus and have to wait an hour, so I didn't have time to use the bathrooms after school. I don't remember why I hadn't gone at lunch that day, but I was regretting it by the time school finished. The bus journey took 20 minutes and it seemed like forever. I had to stand the whole time because it was so crowded, and I wonder now if anyone could tell how bad I had to go. I kept my legs clenched together the whole time, trying not to squirm. I was so relieved to get off the bus, because I only lived a minute away from the stop and knew I could make it. I thought I could, until I got to the door and couldn't find my key. I was dancing on the spot as I searched through my bag, but I finally found it. I had five keys on the same ring, and had to fumble through for the right one, and by the time I was trying to get it in the door I was so frantic it seemed to take forever. I got it in the lock and managed to turn it just as I lost control. Feeling the pee running down my legs made me freeze, with the door halfway open and my thighs clenched together, trying to stop the flow but I couldn't. It felt like an age until I could stop myself, though it wasn't even long enough to make a noticeable puddle on the floor. I held on long enough to get to the bathroom and finish. I had to take off my underwear and my socks, and put them both in the wash. I was very embarrassed even though no one was home. Still probably went online and searched for wetting stories that evening though
  45. 7 points
    I have never had such a daring (and I daresay- liberating!) wetting in my life. While driving home to Pennsylvania from North Carolina, I thought with dismay how I took very few pictures of the mountains while traveling. I pondered this- among other things- as I drank my morning coffee. Once I was nearly out of NC (but only about an hour into my drive) I started feeling distress signals from my bladder. I really didn't feel like stopping, but knew that the coffee would exponentially increase my desperation. About 20 min later I reached the Tennessee border with a somewhat alarmed bladder. As luck would have it, I noticed an exit for a 'scenic overlook' where (mostly) tourists go to take pictures of the mountain scenery. I thought: "Perfect! I'll pee, then take some lovely photos while I'm there". The overlook was empty (seeing as it was a Wednesday morning) but once I got out of my car I saw this sign: My heart sank as I thought about prolonging my pee, as well as missing the opportunity to capture the bucolic mountain sides. With a brazen bout of confidence- seeing as I was the only one there- I decided to relish the sunshine and strong breeze by completely soaking my pants to my feet. I managed to not only wet the front to the completely (ankles not pictured) But the back of my pants (I think for the first time ever) were saturated!!! This was achieved by chance, with the help of boxer briefs and fortuitous positioning. I felt completely free! Feeling the warm sun and stiff breeze interacting with the warm wetness on my legs, I actually dared to stroll around the overlook and take pictures- truly high on the experience of being surrounded by only mountains (well, and the mostly out-of-sight highway) in my freshly soaked pants. I took off my filled converse (not pictured) and snapped these photos, after taking some mountain scenes and walked back to my car. I opened my driver 's side door and reached for some clothes that I had worn during my trip, now in the passenger's seat, when I snapped back to reality; a blue jeep with a young couple had pulled onto the exit and was pulling into a parking space 3 own from me! Unless they willfully averted their gaze, they most certainly saw my wet pants from behind, as I was reaching into my passenger's seat through the driver's side. I turned and reflexively waved (I think, sub-consciously, so as to not appear suspicious). I was holding my red long-sleeved shirt in my hands, which helped partially cover my front as they exited their vehicle and I scurried to the back of my car to grab a change of clothes out of my bag. They were absolutely silent as they walked away from the parking spaces and made their way to the overlook. As for me, I cleaned myself with a towel that I had in my bag and made a quick change in my driver's seat, before hightailing it onto the highway. Check out the overlook! And me standing on one of the benches
  46. 7 points
    Hi, I'm new here and figured I'd share a recent wetting experience that I had in the library at my university. I know some people like a visual, so: I am an 18 year old girl, brunette and kinda p ale. I'm 5'3, 130 pound and at the time was wearing a light green dress with a brownish jacket and gray leggings, and worn brown boots. My underwear was dark blue cotton bikini style bottoms and bra. The day it happened I was trying to get a headstart on studying for finals, so I grabbed my already third coffee of the day and headed to the library, which is four stories and I'm only kinda familiar with the first floor. When I got there though it was crowded and noisy so I figured I'd go to the top floor since no one really goes there and it would be quiet. There were a bunch of rows of high shelves in the main room, with two doorways either side leading to who knows where.I found a little area between the shelves with some comefy armchairs and spent the next three hours power studying bio. At the three hour mark the coffee caught up to me, but I liked to see how long I could hold it, and I figured the doors led to a hallway with bathrooms, so I wasn't far. Eventually I was jiggling in my seat, and my bladder was f full to bursting. At this point it distracted me from my notes so I got up uncomfortably and quickly strode to the nearest doorway, which, as I predicted, led to a small hall. It was kinda dark, and there were only three unmarked doors. Now I was kinda nervous. If there wasn't a bathroom on this floor my chances of making it to the bathroom on the floor below didn't feel very good. It was deserted, so I held myself and walked stiffly as I tried each door. One was an empty conference room and the other two were locked. I tried to stay calm and walked carefully back to the main room, now walking normally because there was another girl studying in a corner. There was still the other hallway, so I headed there, my heart racing as a teeny spurt wet my panties a bit. In the safety of the next empty hall I held myself tightly to prevent more leaks. This hall ended in another sitting area with armchairs and a couch, and at the other end, thank god, were restrooms. I waddled over to them and tried the handle. It was locked! I moaned, and tried the men's room. Also locked! Now I was full on panicking. I could barely hold it another minute, let alone go downstairs and pass a bunch of people and risk wetting myself! I had to, though, so I started walking again when a big wave of desperation hit me... And more pee trickled out. I could feel it saturate part of my leggings. I looked down, but my dress seemed to hide the wet spot. I had to walk slow, tears rimming my eyes, until my bladder was threatening another leak so I threw my hands over my crotch and sat in an armchair, squeezing my legs together. But too late. More pee came out and didn't stop this time, and I started wetting myself in the chair. My legs and bum grew warm and wet as I soaked my leggings. I knew the chair was getting soaked too so I stood up, full on peeing and crying now, watching my leggings darken then glisten as a yellow puddle formed on the linoleum. I couldn't believe it. I'd peed myself at the library. I took a quick stock and found to my relief it didn't show on my dress. No one was around still, so I pulled my leggings and panties off and threw them in the trash (the leggings were old and had a hole anyways), then dried my legs and shoes with tissues. Some pee had pooled inside my shoes but it wasn't noticeable. I felt bad leaving the puddle, but was too afraid to tell someone so I left. On the drive home, though, the shock and shame was wearing off and I felt very free with no panties. I already had to go again from all that coffee, so with a small smile I let a little bit out on the seat (it had a cover on it because I have dogs). It felt nice so the whole way back I kept peeing in little bits. Then when I got out at my house I peed the rest, letting it stream down my legs on the way in. And that was it, sorry its a bit long. It was my first public accidental wetting, and even though I was terrified I have to admit it was freeing and nice after.
  47. 7 points
    the most recent watersports pic ive done.
  48. 7 points
    webfind love wetting - Mobile phone trick.mp4 love wetting - Just one toilet stall.mp4 love wetting A peaceful afternoon.mp4
  49. 7 points
    Hey guys, thought I would share a real-life experience of mine! This is my first one, so hope you guys enjoy! I knew this girl, (for the purpose of this story and to not disclose her name, we shall call her “Casey”) who I wasn’t seeing, but had some “fun” with from time to time, but was also a close friend. She is actually the first girl I comfortably shared my fetish with… I am sure there will be more stories involving her! She knew I was into wetting, as I said above, shared my fetish with her. Well on this Saturday, she was coming around to my house for around lunch time. I spoke to her in the morning when I woke up by giving her a buzz on the phone, she was still asleep and I woke her up from her sleep. I asked her where she wanted to go out lunch, which she was undecided and said she would just come to mine and we can choose from there. I just said out of the blue… “Casey, don’t use the toilet… hold it until you get here…”. No one was home at mine at the time (I lived at home with my folks back here) so I thought I could have some fun… Hiding this from your folks is not easy! She doesn’t drive, so she caught the train. She was messaging me on the way saying she was getting pretty desperate, so I said I would help her by meeting her at the station. It’s about a 20-minute walk from mine, pretty much in a straight line on a moderately busy street. She gave me the message that she had arrived, so the excitement kicked in! At this point in time I had no idea what my plan was and what I was going to do, I didn’t plan ahead despite saying on the phone to hold. I met her at the station, she was wearing a short skirt and a SpongeBob t-shirt… I don’t know what it was, but something about this outfit made her seem “young and naughty” … like she was trying to tell me “I am too young to behave like you tell me too…”, if that makes any sense? When I met with her, she told me it was getting pretty bad! So… I pulled my phone out and filmed her… **PLEASE NOTE! She had sent me a view videos of her wetting previously and in no way did she tell me to turn the camera off… we are comfortable with each other and had consent to keep this video and share this story** I piped up and said to her “You can’t come back to my house until you wet your panties”… low and behold, she didn’t disagree… IT PAID OFF! She was willing to wet herself on a busy enough street in public! She had wet behind closed doors before… but publicly, this was foreign ground for us! She lifted her skirt to show what she was wearing… partially see through pink panties… she was scared to lift them any higher… didn’t want the traffic coming past to see what was happening. Just as she was about to go, some cars came by… She lifted her skirt down and said to me that she was about to go but held back because of the cars seeing what she was doing. She let out a giggle obviously having fun with it. I asked her how desperate she now was and I get the response of “It is pretty hard to hold it”. She lifted her skirt again for a second go now that the cars had past… I told her to push her bladder which she quickly responded with “I can’t do that… That’s how desperate I am, I cannot actually do that”. But to my surprise, she gave her bladder to pushes and then said she wanted to let it go. Next thing you know, the floodgates open. She starts peeing straight through her pink panties! It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen! I was hoping I was filming it as I wasn’t watching through my phone screen… luckily enough I did! She was in a half squat, obvious what she was doing… lifting her skirt with her panties showing and my filming her. Cars starting coming past… she said “cars… not that I can stop!”. She peed constant stream for about 30 seconds! She stated that she was much better and I put the camera away! She did a quick change of panties, the same kind but just a different colour, blue. She rolled up her wet panties and wrapped them in tissues and threw them in her bag. We continued to walk back to my place when I said to her “Fuck it, let’s stay at a hotel tonight” … I couldn’t really afford it, but I wanted to take advantage of this situation with no one around! The funny thing is, we did end up staying away that night and those blue panties also got a soaking!! But maybe that’s a story for another day! I will post two photos from the story I am referring to! Hope you all enjoyed it! Love to hear feedback or similar experiences people have had! I was one lucky as hell guy this day and wasn’t the day I expected when I woke up! Feel free to message me too, would love to make some friends with similar interests like mine! **Real Story from Revolver_Kidd**
  50. 7 points
    Couldn't wait. I did a wee wee in my white jeans.