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  1. 2 points
    100% agree, unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it, people write nasty comment on EVERYTHING on youtube, you can upload a video of your aunt making cookies and some jerk will write some nasty shit about it. This is one of the things that make this particular site so awesome.
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    3 scales. The first is a 1-20 scale that is more detailed than a standard 1-10 scale. Then a 1-10 scale after that followed by an even more basic 1-5 scale. THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-20 By: Unknown 0: When you've just been and couldn't possibly wee whatever. 1: You don't need it, but you could probably wee if you tried. 2: The very first thought of needing a wee. 3: Very slight so that if you were going out and someone asked you, you'd probably go. 4: You know you need a wee but you don't really have to do any thinking about it or holding. But you know you should go. For example, you've just walked out of the cafe and think, 'I should have gone while I was in there because I won't get to a loo for another few hours now, but I can't be bothered to go back in.' 5: The stage where you start planning. For example, 'I'm going to go when I've finished doing this.' If you were out, you would think of maybe finding a toilet. 6: You might mention it to someone else, so that you can go to the loo. Like maybe, "I need to find a toilet soon," but at that point you'll still walk into the next shop. If you were at home just reading a book, you would probably go now. 7: You might say, 'No let's find that toilet first....' It's the 'I definitely need to go' and 'I ought to do something about it stage.' 8: Getting bad urges.. Visible signs of needing to go if alone. 9: The first signs of holding it if you are out in public, like needing to cross your legs. 10: You REALLY need to go. Often fidgety if sitting down. Concentrating on it. You would only keep holding it at this point if you were somewhere with no toilets, or if you were busy so happy to fidget a bit. 11: Its hurting a bit...and you could really do with a toilet... lots of tensing up and needing to fidget. You would stop even if you were busy and go to the loo. This is the last stage where a normal person would go if at all possible!!! 12: God I'm bursting! Not easy to sit still. Needing to concentrate on it all the time. 13: Starting to get worried about not being able to hold it. Really putting effort into it. Having to hold in a noticeable way. An onlooker could tell by your body language, that you need the toilet. 14: Unable to sit down properly, and if standing up, unable to stand still. 15: Knowing that what ever you do, you don't have much longer. Having to find a toilet soon or else!!! Probably having to put your hand down there and hold on. 16: I need the loo RIGHT NOW!!!!! Big pee dances, Leg twisting, Frozen to the spot etc.... All you are thinking is "I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee." 17: THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF LOSING IT !!! 18: First Spurt 19: Leaking 20: Wetting THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-10 By: Ranpalan 0: No urge to pee whatsoever; thus, your bladder is very empty, or you're completely not thinking about it. 1: The slightest of urges, not enough to actually distract you from anything. 2: The first feeling of a clear urge. Still comfortable. 3: A clear urge that remains whenever you're not doing anything interesting. 4: The kind of urge that starts to be uncomfortable. 5: You're aware of the urge almost constantly, and really feel like you should be doing something about it. 6: At this point, you're very well aware of the urge, and it might just be enough for you start squirming or fidgeting. 7: You are almost certainly feeling the urge to squirm and fidget. 8: You are `bursting'. You know you can't hold much longer. 9: At this point, you're not wetting just yet, but you're close to it. 10: You're peeing. Please note that the higher up this scale, the more a person jumps back and forth. Even with a slight wave-like addition to it, stage 9 will actually simply be the centre of a constant jumping between 10 and 8 (leaking and regaining control). THE DESPERATION SCALE 1-5 By: Philadelphia Lynn Stage 1 - Empty, this is where I spend most of my day Stage 2 - I'm first aware of my bladder, I know it's there and will eventually need attention Stage 3 - Bladder Discomfort - Throbbing, "bowling ball" feeling, my favorite stage Stage 4 - Struggling, need to focus on control, keegling Stage 5 - Emptying - either voluntary or involuntary - back to Stage 1
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    My first story....though it isn't fictional, more an account of events ;-) Hope you like - comments and constructive criticism more than welcome! So I went for drinks with some of my company up in London - not a big night out but by the time I had to leave I think I'd had about 4 pints of beer. I needed to pee before I left, so I went to the gents and did, thinking I'd then be able to get home ok. By the time I got to Waterloo to get my train, I needed to pee again - not desperately, but I could definitely feel a pressure in my bladder that told me it was filling up again quite quickly. I looked at the train platform displays, and saw that I only had 4mins before my train left, and it was the last one that night - had to get on it, no time to pee! I got on the train and found a seat in a pretty empty carriage, still thinking it would be a close run thing but that I'd make it home. It's a 45 minute train ride to my town station, then about a 20 minute walk back to my flat. About 20 minutes into the train journey I was beginning to become desperate again. I could feel my bladder very full and tense in my lower abdomen, and a strong and increasing urge pee building in the base of my penis. I started shifting around in my seat, trying to take some of the pressure off my bladder. It worked for a few minutes, and the urge to pee subsided slightly, though I could still feel my bladder swollen and full against my belt. With about 10 minutes of the train left the urge started to return. I crossed my legs and started squirming in my seat again, clenching my muscles down there hard to stop myself from leaking. I still had a little in reserve, but I was now really having to work hard to hold it in. 3 stops to go......rocking backwards and forwards on my seat......2 stops to go.......clenching harder and harder, the urge in my crotch becoming very difficult to withstand. By this time my bladder was so full I could really feel my lower abdomen pressing against the waistband of my jeans. One stop to go....I fidgeted on my seat, squirming and rocking, desperately battling to hold my pee in. As the train approached my station and started to slow for the stop, I stood and walked to the doors. The act of moving and standing seemed to help for a few moments, but as the train pulled into the station I was shaking my legs as I stood there to help me hold. Doors opened, and I stepped off the train, walking quickly to the underpass. A few others got off the train, some walking through the underpass with me and some using the exit on that platform. Again the act of moving and walking helped for a few minutes, and my confidence that I could make it home returned. I walked out of the station, and turned to walk up the cycle path towards my flats. The desperation began to return, and I started to walk faster and faster with smaller steps. The urge in the base of my penis was now pounding for release, and now that I was walking I couldn't squirm or cross my legs to hold it in. I looked around me - one person, a girl was walking up the cycle path behind me. I stopped briefly and squatted down as if to tie my shoe laces, using it to cross and squeeze my legs together to try and numb the urge for a moment. I stood back up and walked forwards again. As I stood the urge returned, just as bad as before. I walked fast, starting to sweat from the fast pace and the sheer effort of clenching the muscles in my crotch to hold in my pee. Now about 10 minutes into the walk home, with 10 minutes to go I was clenching harder and harder and harder. I felt the first spurt leak out into my pants. desperately I had to slip a hand into my pocket to grab the end of my penis and squeeze it a few times to numb the urge...this often buys me more time when I get really desperate, I guess it's the same feeling as when a girl has to put her hand in her crotch and squeeze. This let me get control back a bit. I looked around again, and saw the girl behind me had gone, must have turned off into one of the side paths. Thankfully I squeezed my penis again - now there was nobody around I could do this openly without anyone seeing. I came to the end of the cycle path at the road, and there were a few cars, so I clenched hard and took my hand out of my pocket. Looked both ways and crossed. Reached the other side of the road and another wave of desperation hit me - clench, clench, clench, make it into the park....I felt the muscles in my crotch beginning to 'flutter' for want of a better word - that feeling that they're about to give way no matter what you do and how hard you try to prevent it. I was so bursting to pee now I knew there was no way I was going to get to the bathroom in my flat. Another burst of pee shot out, and I grabbed my penis again to stop the flow, feeling the wetness now in my pants. I walked faster and faster, desperately trying to reach the trees and bushes on the edge of the park, clenching as hard as I could, feeling the stinging urge in my penis unbearably now, only holding on by squeezing the end. My bladder was so full, the bulge against my waistband now being very obvious. I finally reached the trees, glanced round, nobody in sight thank goodness. I squeezed the end of my penis hard and squeezed my legs together, trying to buy myself the few seconds it would take to undo my flys and get my penis out. Quickly I let go, took my hand out of my pocket. Found my zipper, started to undo it - a gushing spurt escaped - no, clench- stopped the spurt, shaking from the effort got my zip down and put my fingers in - spurt, spurt, spurt - no longer able to control it I frantically grabbed the end of my penis through the fly on my trousers and boxers, and spurted against my fingers as I did - quick quick quick - penis out, release..................As I finally let go the spurts turned into a full force gusher of a pee against the bushes. I peed for what felt like an eternity, in reality probably about a minute and a half. I kept looking round - their was a lady walking her dog last thing at night at the end of the park, but probably far enough away that she didn't notice me. As my pee finally slowed and dripped to a halt, I gave it a couple of shakes and put it back in my trousers, seeing the damage as I did. The front of my boxers were pretty wet, with a bit of that soaking through making a little wet patch on my jeans. I walked the rest of the way home (a minute or so) without incident.... :-)
  4. 1 point
    I don't know if this exactly qualifies, but when I was younger we had visiting relatives. We had been out to dinner and were on the way home, when one of my aunts asked my dad (who was driving), "Can you hurry? I could really use the bathroom." The rest of the ride she was distant and nervous. When we arrived home, she practically leapt out of the car and ran inside to the nearest bathroom. She was inside for a few minutes before my mother went to check on her, and I overheard their conversation. My mother (outside the bathroom door): Liz, are you ok? Aunt Liz: I'm afraid I've had a little accident. Could you go to my room and bring me some clean things? I couldn't hear the next part, and left so my mother wouldn't notice me listening in, but a few minutes later she was returning with a complete change of clothes, a wash bucket, and a large sponge. When Aunt Liz reappeared, she was wearing slacks and a blouse instead of her dress. And nobody said a word. But I went crazy imagining what happened to her as she desperately ran for the toilet. ;)
  5. 1 point
    This is a scene from ifeelmyself.com. I dont know if this is the right kind of video for this forum as there is no wetting. I just hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did. I also have the full video if anyones interested. :D IFM Immie Pee Scene.mp4
  6. 1 point
    This is a pretty good one This is a pretty good one
  7. 1 point
    Overheard stories are very exciting. One of my favorites was on the New York City subway a few days before St. Patrick's Day. I overheard two women talking about their plans to see the parade. One of them said, "I'm not going through what happened last year. This time I'm wearing Depends." Then they got off the train at Penn Station, leaving me with imaginative possibilities about what happened last year, and what this year was going to be like! :D
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    Thanks for the comments guys! Here are three new drawings. The first one is kinda weird, I know...
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    When I was little I really wanted goodnites but my mom kept me in baby diapers and pull ups (mostly pullups thank god) (were talking like 11-12). So anyhow I went to Safeways and picked them up after making like three or four circuits of the isle (they must have thought I was a shop lifter), and well grabbed them and nothing else and hurried to the 10 items or less cash. There was on person ahead of me and I held the pack in my hands off the belt thing until they were done and then plopped them on. The cashier was like a middle aged (well probably like 35 but I was young) lady and well I gave them to her, and gave her cash and I was shaking and my heart was racing, I was like totally atuned and buzzing. So yeah she takes them, pops them in a bag and hands me the receipt. Now silly me I didn't have big enough back pack or anything other than my little purse (I don't know what I was thinking it was an after school panic thing and there wasn't enough room in my book bag for books and goodnites, so yeah I picked up the bag and was about to leave but you know how thin those bags are right? You can see the diapers through them and the Safeway was about 3 blocks from my house (on the way home from the train). So I had already stepped away from the cash and I realized I needed a second bag. So I ran back to the cash and shyly asked if the lady had another bag. She was just starting to serve another customer but turned over to me and said, and like I said I was so in the zone I remember every bit of this: "Well we don't usually give out extra bags, whats it for" as if she didn't know, I held open the bag a little and was blushing like mad. She say something along the lines of Ah... and handed me another bag and I was off. It was an amazing, paranoid rush and I think while I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have had some feelings or arousal along with the feelings of emberassment and shame and horror etc. After that my mom found my goodnites and after an awckward conversation started bying me those instead,
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