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  1. I've got a ton of smaller sightings with my wife that I want to get written down, and I'm going to devote this thread to them. I'm going to start off with something that just happened. We just saw a movie in the theater; it's a longish movie, and we got a huge soda to share so I figured there would be at least some mild desperation since she never gets up in the middle of a movie if she is really into it. She enough, I noticed her hand creeping to her crotch with an hour left in the movie. I was curious if she was actually holding herself, but I couldn't tell because it was too dark. I was already holding her free hand, but after a little while I reached over to hold her other hand as well. It was definitely near her pussy but she wasn't holding herself yet. I ended up taking my hand off after a few minutes to get a drink and she inexplicably drank some more! Nothing changed for a while until about 20 minutes were left in the movie when she tightly crossed her legs. Again, it was hard to tell in the darkness, but when the screen lit up I could definitely see her hand between legs near her crotch. Not long after, a romantic part happened so I learned over to kiss her then I reached for her hand again. I could only get the top part of her hand because the rest was buried between her legs! It still wasn't at her pussy, though. As the minutes ticked on, I could feel her legs squeezing together occasionally then her foot started tapping in mid air. With about 5 minutes left you could tell the movie was wrapping up and the "close to a toilet" feeling must have hit her. She scooted her butt back in the chair and bent forward. I was still holding both hands and as she moved backwards in the chair, she slid the hand between her legs all the way up! At the same time, I slid my hand farther in as well. To my amazement, I could feel her fingers kneading at her pussy! Her legs were clamping down tightly as well. She was nearing her mental limit. While she was waiting for the movie to end so she could escape, she was getting more desperate. I could feel her shifting around in her seat while clamping her legs together, and the hand away from her legs would periodically squeeze my hand tightly while the other dug deeper in her pussy. As soon as the credits started, she jumped up and immediately told me that she had to pee super bad, but we had to wait for the people next to us to get out. She was dancing in place, wriggling her hips as she was forced to adjust to not holding herself anymore combined with the knowledge that she was even closer to relief. It had only been a few seconds before she said "oh my God I'm dying to pee. Why won't they move!" Once we started moving, she was walking funnily as she tried to hold back her bladder without holding herself. I'm not sure how to describe it except that it looked like she was attempting to cross her legs while speed waking. When we exited the theater I tried to talk to her about the movie, but she cut me off saying "I have to pee too bad!" then darting into the bathroom. Since it was a late showing she made it in with no incidents, but when she got out she sighed, rubbed her belly, and said "Man it feels great to pee after you've held it that long!"
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  2. The Verb Vault

    Hey, Oliver here! I'm a writer and I love words~ Writing a story or roleplay? Sick of using words like "peeing" or "wetting" every third sentence? I've compiled a list of all the words for holding and wetting that I know! Feel free to make suggestions and expand the Pee-saurus~ Key ✿ = Cutesy (Words that have a connotation of childishness) ☠ = Explicit/Vulgar (Cuss words, or other harsh language) ✍ = Formal (Words you're not likely to hear outside of a doctor's office) __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ WETTING VERBS HOLDING VERBS ~Any suggestions~?
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  3. Owl Goodnites! I'm so excited to be finally wearing the Goodnites. These ones are so slim and cute. I've been wearing them everywhere any time I get the chance. I wore them out hiking the other day, playing on the beach, sleeping at night (or course), and around the house! They are really amazing and so far I've not had a single leak! As some of you may know I've got a used panty selling business, I have had a lot of people ask about my sending them used/wet in diapers. Unfortunately this doesn't work with the mail system and customs. But because I love diaper wetting, I can do either short custom diaper wetting videos (with no face), or I can wet my diaper with a pair of panties inside of them and send you the panties (and pictures or video). Drop me a message if you are interested! I did my first custom wetting video the other day and well it was very exciting (wetting a Molicare with panties inside!). Hope you guys enjoy these! Hugs Rach
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  4. Girl wets her blue spandex catsuit.mp4
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  5. While it is nice at times for a girl to go commando. Will Danielle being wearing panties again in a future chapter?
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  6. Oh I think I have made a "Steamvideo" a few weeks ago. I'm going to post it the next days.
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  7. I stepped into the boy's bathroom, and was surprised to see Roy Briggs waving a pair of what appeared to be boys briefs under the hand drier. They looked damp, and the bathroom smelled more like pee than usual. "What the hell?" I thought. "Oh, they're not mine," stammered Roy, grinning sheepishly. "Accident." He indicated one of the stalls with a flick of the head. "I'm helping him out." I could see tennis shoes under the door; they looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place them. "Who?" I asked. "I promised," replied Roy. "Sorry." "No big deal." I entered another stall, took care of business, and was washing my hands, when Roy reached the now dry briefs over the stall door. "Here you go." The briefs disappeared inside the stall, and the tennis shoes lifted successively as whoever slipped them on. Next a pair of jeans appeared and followed the briefs over the shoes. Roy looked at me and cocked his head again. It was time for me to leave, so I did. Interesting, I thought. Accidents happen, but I wonder who it was? It's not every day a boy in high school wets his pants. After class I met up with my best friend Johnny, outside the south entrance. It was a fine day for walking home, and I always looked forward to Johnny's company. Johnny's a nice guy, smart, a little shy, sometimes a little weird, but a good guy. We met our freshman year. Johnny had attended North Jr. High, while I came from Fillmore. We became instant friends. As we walked, I noticed Johnny pulling at himself like he had an itch. I was about to ask him what's up, when I recognized the tennis shoes I had seen in the boy's room stall. Johnny? Had my friend Johnny wet his pants? Too much. When we turned right to cross Park Street, t caught a whiff of stale pee. It had to be Johnny. Should I say something? It was awkward, but I had to know. "Uh, Johnny, did anything happen today? I mean, did something happen to you? You seem a little.... "Do not tell anyone! Please Morty, don't tell anyone! "Tell what?" " I wet my pants." "You wet your pants!" I replied, surprised. "Shhhhish! I wet my pants; that's all. It happens. No big deal." I let the subject drop, and for a block or so we walked along in silence. Then, "Have you ever had a hard on, and couldn't pee?" "Sure! Every time I'm with Angela. Is that what happened?" "Well, coming out of geometry, some fool panted Norma Miller right in front of me. You know what she looks like. And there she was, pants down and no panties." "Going commando! Cool!" "Yeah. My eyes like to have popped out. I got hard as a rock. So much for stopping by the boy's room. I went on to history, but couldn't get Norma out of my mind. I already had to pee, and my hard made it worse, and my hard wouldn't let me go." "So, how come you wet your pants?" "About half way through history class, I came in my pants." "No shit!" "I couldn't help it. I creamed all over myself." "Been there, done that. Go on." " It was nice to feel myself getting soft again, but the softer I got, the more I had to pee. I felt something squirt into my underpants, and thought I was coming again, but it was pee." "How bad?" "Just wet undies, but then it happened two more times, and I could see a dark stain in my crotch, and I felt wet seeping under my bottom. I ran out as fast as I could. I almost made it to the boy's room before I squirted again. This time I couldn't stop, and by the time I got into a stall and got my pants down, it was running down my legs. I couldn't get my undies down, so I just sat there and wet through them." "Shit, man; what did you do?" "In a few minutes, Roy came in. Miss Friley had sent him to check on me. Thankfully, he was willing to dry my jeans and undies for me. You know the rest." "Wow!" "Remember, you can't tell anyone!" "Even Norma?" "Especially Norma!" "No problemo. I know that I wet my pants last Halloween." "No!" "The police caught us egging cars, and chased us into the woods. I peed all the way. Soaked my pants and filled my shoes." Johnny stifled a giggle, and said, "That's funny." I put my arm around his shoulders and replied, "Johnny, wetting your pants is only funny, when someone else does it." We both laughed. In the coming weeks, we discovered we had other wet stories to share, and we even....But that's for another post. Be proud! Be wet! Be happy!
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  8. So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
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  9. These pictures are a bit old and I took them back then to send them to someone, but I've decided to upload them to celebrate the fact that I now own exactly one pair of casual pants my size. Seriously. I need jeans. I've been trying to make a decent video ever since, but I always ended up being out of frame or with really odd lighting. Not sure if I should bother.
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  10. I've been getting a lot of feedback about our new HD Wetting model, Ryann Rain. Some of you absolutely love her, others not so much. For those of you who are Ryann Rain fans, we recently did a video where she peed in her white leggings. I thought some of you might enjoy seeing some frames from that video. Here is the description:
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  11. Ok everyone, so as I mentioned in another thread, I've decided to branch out my used panty selling business to include some diaper content. Mostly because I also love diapers, but also because people kept asking me to buy my wet pullups/diapers. Unfortunately, while this would be very kinky, I can't do it, as mailing a wet diaper through the mail (and customs) just wasn't going to work (legally, price-wise, and practically - cause those diapers would be super stinky (and not in a good way) by the time they arrived). So the solutions I came up with there: 1) Wetting panties inside of a pullups, taking some snaps, and sending the panties along. 2) Doing the above (with or without panties) and shooting a short custom film. 3) Wetting reusable cloth panties/diapers and sending these (things like these https://www.weareverincontinence.com/incontinence-panties/, or these http://www.confitexunderwear.com/) or like cloth diapers from various sources. The difference is of course that I can dry these out without melting them, but can't do the same with disposable pullups. Anyhow I sold my first custom film the other day (me wetting a Molicare with purple panties), but to practice for it, I made a practice video, and wanted to share a sample of this as a teaser, and cause you know, people have been asking me to post more videos too. Here are some thumbnails. Enjoy! Rach
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  12. After I moved out from home, I made a decision to stop wearing diapers at night. I needed to stop wetting the bed !! and the only way I could think of trying to stay dry at night was to lose my reliance on nappies. After all how was I going to have any sort of chance in a relationship when I still wet the bed. I was now twenty years old, my mum stopped wetting her bed at my age and I had always thought that I would be the same. Although one thing my specialist said was constantly ringing around in my head " Some people never become completely dry at night. Bedwetting runs in both my Dads and my Mums family, my youngest aunty still regularly wets her bed. She as far as I know has never had a constant relationship. I wondered now more than ever wether I would end up being a bedwetting spinster, so I set about making some changes in my life. No diapers for a start. I had my own place so I was able to take care of my wet sheets which were the consequence of not wearing nappies. I had my mattress protected which I would explain away to anyone who I shared my bed with ( when I became dry that is ) that I needed to protect my bed for "that time of the month". Which was actually partially true, as I seem to pee myself at night much more when it was " that time" Finally after a few months of no alcohol, carefully watching what I drank and completely " draining " my bladder before I went to bed I was able to achieve a few weeks of dry nights. I sleep so deeply so I tried setting an alarm to wake me up in the middle of the night so I could get up and wee, because my bladder wasn't waking me. it was something I couldn't do when I was house sharing with my best friend . Nobody likes to be woken every night by someone else's alarm . Eventually I worked up the courage to start dating, at first I would make every excuse on why I couldn't spend the night with them . Some guys took that as if I wasn't interested in them enough and we drifted apart. Then I met a guy who I fell head over heels in love with. I had been having weeks of regular dry nights and I really had the "hots" for him, so I threw caution to the wind and agreed to spend a night with him. We made love, it was fantastic, I woke early in the morning, even though I was absolutely busting, I had and made it to the toilet, I went back to bed with the biggest smile on my face. No wet bed !! and no please explain. My confidence skyrocketed, I began to spend regular nights at his place, but I was always mindful of what time I had my last drink of water and stuck to my plan. Then one night we decided to go out for dinner, I knew beer made me wet the bed, so I thought maybe one glass of wine wouldn't hurt . We were having such a great time that one glass turned into two and a few more. We went back to his place again, and with a little alcohol to fuel my desires were soon in bed making love with as much fire as I could muster. Content and for filled I must have dozed off. Morning came, I knew instantly what had happened, all I could feel and smell was pee !!! My panties we still saturated as if I had only just wet them . I felt towards my boyfriend hoping and praying that the wet patch hadn't reached him. There was no dry sheet between him and me. OMG how on earth am I going to explain this I thought. My problem had returned with vengeance. I cursed myself for having so much to drink, everything was going so well between us, surely he isn't going to want to see me again after me peeing in his bed and worst of all I had peed on him as well !! Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I decided to wake him and not prolong my agony any longer, he was going to kick me out for sure !! "I wet the bed" I blubbered not sure of what reaction I was going to get. I was scared that he may yell at me, or worse !! He awoke, swept the sheets back, to check out the wet patch. Then ....... Fuck !!! his only verbal reaction Silence ........ I could almost see his mind ticking over " What am I going to do with her " "Shall I flick her " ? "She is a nice chick !! , great in bed, pretty, has a funny sense of humour. Bad points !! she just pissed in my bed !! My good points must have won over, I stopped crying, he gave me a cuddle then we stripped the bed. He told me not to worry its going to be ok . I had never wet the bed with a male partner before and it was just as humiliating as I imagined it would be. Still it looked as if my bladder indiscretion was going to be forgiven. I scrubbed the pee out of his mattress and dried it with my hair dryer. Luckily it didn't smell . Later I fitted a water (pee) proof mattress cover encase it happened again. Nothing more was mentioned, we resumed our relationship as if nothing had happened. The next time we went out was with a group of his friends. I wanted to become part of the group because I do love being with people, but it didn't take me long to work out that most of his mates girlfriends were bitches !! They were all from well to do families, and it seemed because I was from the country that I felt I wasn't good enough for them. Still I tried to fit in so I didn't look like the odd girl out. Then slowly I won them over with my sense of humour. By now we had all had a few drinks, and I was beginning to wear my familiar path out to the toilet and back . My "problem" temporarily forgotten I began to let my hair down and enjoy myself. I felt confident enough to ask if anyone wanted to go to the loo too, my boyfriend overheard me and then said loud enough so everyone could hear " Yeah take her to the toilet so she doesn't wet the bed again !!! " Everyone looked at me, I was left totally speechless, I turned bright red !! I have never been so unprepared for anything in my entire life. No smart comeback, nothing, only a stony silence which just confirmed " Guilty" !!! all the girls looked at me, he had just given them the ammunition to bring me down so they could tear me to pieces !! I walked off alone humiliated and in shock, leaving them to feast on the carcass of my credibility. Who was this guy I was dating !! he had changed in front of his mates, I couldn't believe he had so little respect for me that he would " out me " for wetting the bed. I would have been happier if he had of kicked me out there and then, not humiliate me in front of his friends I sat in shelter of the toilet cubicle and sobbed my eyes out, my confidence totally shattered, how on earth am I going face those bitches now !! Eventually I pulled myself together, dried my eyes fixed my makeup. I returned, I could see from the look on their faces that I had been the main subject of conversation. My boyfriend had probably blabbed the whole story to them . I was too shocked to be angry. We left soon after, he had successfully killed the party. We rode home in the taxi in complete silence. My eyes kept welling up, I knew our relationship was finished, I had been so betrayed I couldn't trust him anymore. We went to bed not speaking to each other, I lay there still with tears trickling down my face in the dark . Now my anger started, for my own self esteem I had to get even. We were finished but I wanted to make sure, so I held my wee so I was nearly wetting myself. My now ex was sleeping soundly so I snuck over to him as close as I could without touching him. I thought to myself F you !! as I released my bladder and wet myself with the biggest smile on my face . When he wakes in the morning he will find I have left him a surprise and I will be gone. I got up, quietly took off my pee soaked undies and left them there as a memento. Pulled on my jeans and a jumper and drove home. We never saw each other again. I wish I could say that was the only time I wet the bed with a boyfriend, but it wasn't. Whenever I drank I wet the bed, some guys were really good about it and understanding and they would just let you down gently and not have any more contact. Some guys just kicked me out of the house. Thankfully no one was violet towards me. After that I went through a stage were I just didn't date, I just preferred to get drunk be alone. If I wet my bed I didn't have to answer to anyone, at that stage of my life it was easier.
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  13. The first time I deliberately wet myself as an adult, I was really worried about being caught with wet clothes. I came up with a clever way for this not to happen. Every day, at the same time, I would take the dog for a walk. One week, when it was really rainy, the park flooded so the whole place was like a little lake full of water about a foot deep. Before I left the house I had several big drinks, then I got the dog and we went off to the park and while we were there we splashed around in the flood/lake until I was absolutely soaking wet with flood water. With all the rain and the water splashing and all that I'd had to drink I started to need to pee bad fairly quickly. Because there was no one else around, I had the whole flooded park to myself, I just stood still and completely let go in my pants. The hotness of the pee as it ran down my already wet jeans and into my shoes was amazing. When I was done, I splashed some more in the flood water and then walked home and just told everyone I'd been plating in the flooded park in the rain and got wet that way. I never mentioned that I'd done it so I could pee myself.
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  14. As I mentioned in my intro post (with bonus story!), I’ve been thinking about writing down my experiences for years but never got around to it. Finally, after an awesome experience last month, I decided I needed to start chronicling my adventures. This is that experience. Like many of the epic holds I’ve witnessed, this one started without me even thinking about it. Our family had caught Pokemon Fever, so I planned an outing to go catch some (and also trick the kids into hiking). It's a marvelous idea for a game and has gotten countless people out walking around. It is particularly helpful because me and my wife have been trying to get active again, but it’s difficult with small children (ages 7-11) who fight you about going on long walks. There’s a few good parks in my hometown, but we wanted to try something different for the weekend since it was finally out of the high 90’s. I planned out a few places to go in a large city about an hour away. It was still hot, so we each brought a water bottle with us. Jenna dressed for the hike in a t-shirt and black yoga pants while putting her long dark-red hair in a ponytail. We dropped our oldest off with the grandparents since she wasn’t feeling well, then stopped at a gas station to grab some gatorade on the way out. We finally got to the first park about noon, 2 hours after we first got out the door. Despite it being much cooler than even a week earlier, it was still a too hot for the little ones in the direct sun. I think we made it for about 10 minutes before they’d had enough. Back in the car, I made sure everyone was drinking fluids to stay hydrated on our way to another nearby park. Same drill as before, but we couldn't get our son to move at all this time. By this point it was after 1 and everyone was hungry, so we headed to one of the malls in town. It was actually well out of the way, but it had what was to be the highlight of the trip - a store with nothing but pokemon items. Since we’d all been sweating, I made sure everyone finished up their drinks. This mall is on the outskirts of town and took nearly 30 minutes to get there, with everyone draining their drinks before we left the car. Once inside, we went straight to the food court and all got lunch. When we finished, our son (who inherited his mother's bladder) needed to pee, so I took him to the bathroom and our daughter followed as well. Between the already crowded bathroom and being tucked between two popular restaurants, it was an obstacle course trying to get there. I was worried about finding the girls once I came out due to the crowd, but luckily my daughter was walking out of the bathroom just as I was. I didn't see Jenna, so I waited briefly before I got a text that she was on the other end of the food court. Surprised, we made our way to where she was standing. When I got to her I asked her if she needed to pee. “No, not really” was her answer. I’m not sure what answer I was expecting since she had obviously just skipped the bathroom, but things just got interesting - she just missed what turned out to be her last real opportunity to pee. Up until this point, I hadn’t even thought about her bladder, but from now on I had a heightened state of awareness regarding her body language. It was around 2:30, about 4 1/2 hours since her last pee, so I made sure I didn’t miss anything. We had all been sweating so her normal 1-2 hour pee schedule was lengthened. However, she had been drinking at least some water throughout, and finished off her large gatorade on the way to the mall, which was enough fluids to at least mostly rehydrate her. On top of all that, she was still sipping our soda so it had to start hitting her soon if it hadn't already. Jenna hates crowds and avoids them if possible, up to and including delaying a visit to the toilets if she only has a slight need. If she really needs to pee she’ll go regardless, but today I think she was planning on finding another bathroom elsewhere. Still, she was shifting her weight subtly as she looked towards the bathrooms, so I was pretty sure she was still thinking about the toilets. Soon she was jerked back to reality, her mind made up for her when the kids started dragging us towards the store. We made our way downstairs to the Pokemon store and the kid’s eye’s lit up! They were in heaven and were running around looking at everything. During all of this, Jenna was looking very antsy and finally said “There’s too many people here, I’ll wait for you outside”. It's true it was busy, but not enough to where she would normally have to leave. When she has to pee she gets very antsy, so her bladder must have started getting to her at this point. After what seemed like ages I finally flagged down a cashier and got the kids rounded up, grabbing Jenna on the way out. Now that we were done in the mall, it was time to head back to the car and go to the last stop - a heavily wooded park that the kids would actually be able to (hopefully) enjoy. As we made our way through the mall, I could see Jenna scouting for a bathroom but there weren’t any between us and the car. I think my wife was expecting another short trip to the next park where she would hop out of the car and go pee in the nearby restroom, so she didn’t say anything on the way out of the parking lot. I used to ask her if she wanted to stop, but I don't even bother anymore because she always got irritated and told me no. Little did she know it was at least 30 minutes away, and probably more. My dick got hard just thinking about it. Here, I would like to add some extra info about her stages of desperation. Jenna has several things she does that helps me tell what level her need to pee is at. When she first needs to go, but can’t, she starts getting more fidgety. The problem is that she is always kinda fidgety so it’s hard to tell whether she needs to pee or is just bored. Unless we’re at the house, she won’t mention anything so it’s hard for me to tell. In the car, her legs are normally spread out, but as she needs to pee more they slowly drift together. Once it progresses enough she’ll start looking for a bathroom if we’re out, but she still won’t say anything. If we pass by a bathroom she’ll stop, but when we’re driving she still doesn’t say anything otherwise we’d be stopping all the time. Once she gets here in the car, she moves her legs to what I call the “I need to pee” pose: her legs are tight together and after a little while of this she’ll turn to the side some and pull her knees up which allows her to squeeze her thighs and put some extra pressure on her peehole. Once it starts to get urgent she’ll cross her legs at the knees, allowing her to squeeze her peehole even better. When we’re out somewhere she will tell me she needs to pee and has to find a toilet. If we’re on a long road trip this is when she will ask to stop. What’s nice for fans of desperation is that when we are driving, it can easily be 10-15 minute before we get to a stop which is more than enough to push her into true desperation territory. Even better, she dislikes car rides and wants to get to the destination as soon as possible, so once we’re close (or sometimes even within 20-30 minutes) she will do anything to prevent an extra stop so she will just hold on. Once she crosses her legs, it doesn’t take long before she starts having to put extra effort into holding on, and I can tell by her foot bouncing or shaking and other erratic movements. If I have my hand on her thigh, which I like to do when we hold hands, I can feel her rhythmically contracting her thighs pretty frequently. By this point she will start making comments about how bad she has to pee. She does kegels all day while she sits at her desk at work so she has a nearly inhuman ability to hold on, and things just keep escalating. She hates making a scene about needing to pee so she doesn’t talk about it too much until she gets super desperate, and she basically never holds herself. The other aspect of it is that when she gets close to relief her need dramatically multiplies. While she may be well within her limits of holding on, one she gets close to a bathroom be bladder decides its going to empty itself and she has to fight really hard to hold it in. I’ve seen her hold herself a few times in this state, but even then it’s rare. We finally got loaded up by 3:30, and as soon as Jenna sat down she went straight into her pose of sitting sideways with her legs tucked up. After about 10 minutes, our daughter asked how long it was going to be so I made a smart-ass remark about it being 15 hours. Hearing this, Jenna said that she could really use a bathroom and asked how long it would actually be. I told her 20-30 minutes, and I swear I heard a groan from her. I never want to force her to hold it so I asked if she wanted me to stop, but said she could make it to the park. As she said this, she moved from just having her legs clamped together to crossing them tightly. My hand was on her leg as close to her pussy as I dared, and when she crossed her legs it momentarily trapped it in her crotch basically forcefully pressed into her frantic pussy. I could feel her squeezing her thighs together repeatedly for the next minute. I had been hard since we got in the car from thinking about her waiting. It had been getting uncomfortable but I was trying not to bring attention to my predicament. After this, though, I had no choice but to make some adjustments. I was fully erect and straining against my boxers to the point it almost hurt. Before I remove my hand though, I had to try something - My middle and index fingers were resting on her pussy so as I was removing them I briefly pushed them hard into the soft folds of her lips. I’m not sure if she didn’t notice or didn’t care, but she didn’t make much additional movement as a I pulled it out and rearranged my pants. It took a lot longer than normal to get my cock into a location that was decent, but she was so preoccupied with her need to pee that she didn't notice that either. Unfortunately for her, my time estimate ended up being optimistic thanks to traffic. She always seems to fidget, but as we neared our destination she was rapidly drumming the fingers on both hands, far more intently than normal. I reached over and put my right hand on her upper leg again and I could feel her squeezing her thighs every few seconds. Seeing the exit, her leg started bouncing frantically as she said “I need to find a bathroom fast, I hope it’s close.” She rapidly contracted her muscles for the next several seconds followed by a long, drawn-out squeeze. She was definitely getting the “close to relief” escalation! It was still a couple miles away and once we exited we had to drive a little farther before getting to the park, seemingly crawling just above the 15 MPH speed limit. The longer we drove, the more frantic Jenna got. The park was very busy, and Jenna was commenting on every porta-potty (as she always does) but extended it to pointing out trees that would be good to pee behind. This was a sure sign that she was absolutely dying to pee. It took a little while longer to make it to the hiking trails, Jenna squeezing her thighs together every time we had to slow down for a car or someone crossing the road while simultaneously bouncing in her seat. I could tell parking at the trails was especially packed, so instead of circling around wasting time looking for a spot I pulled in the first place I saw. Jenna jumped out and started looking around for anything resembling a bathroom, but saw nothing. She was frozen, bent over; one leg was slightly pulled up to add a little extra holding power as she tried not to draw attention to herself while her pee-addled brain tried to process its options. As if on queue, our son hopped out of the car and announced that he needed to pee. He found a tree right next to the car, which also happened to be about 2 feet from where Jenna had stopped, and walked up to it to pee. Jenna must have been so preoccupied with her search for literally anywhere to pee that she didn’t hear him. As his stream started, Jenna was jolted from her daze. She bent over further for a few seconds, fighting a quick spasm as her bladder reacted to the sounds of someone else getting the relief it so desperately needed. She still resisted holding herself in public, but her hands grabbed her waistband tightly and pulled them upwards as hard as possible. She quickly looked away to regained her composure, and as she stood up I could see the damage. There was no wet spot, but her pants were burried in the crevice of her vagina. I could see a look of a envy mixed with little hatred in her eyes as she clearly was coveting the other half of the population’s anatomical advantages in this particular situation. Before he even finished, she continued down the trail, her mind willing there to be a bathroom around the corner. As we ran to catch up to her, Jenna began power walking to the first thing man-made. It was obviously a sign, so she went to the next structure, which looked like it could be a bathroom. I saw a group of college girls running up to it ahead of Jenna, also clearly looking for a toilet. Meanwhile, I stopped and looked at the sign, and didn’t see a single marking for a bathroom other than inside the baseball complex that was closed. It looked like this park was just serviced by port-a-pottys, which my wife detests and will only use in a true emergency. Given the circumstances she would have definitely used one, but there weren’t even any of those nearby. Seeing that it was hopeless finding a bathroom I looked up to say something to Jenna. Before I could open my mouth, the first girl stopped, yelling “that’s not even a fucking bathroom!” Hearing this, Jenna stopped dead in her tracks. A second girl said “It’s just a pool, and its locked! Now what do I do?” My already hard cock got even stiffer at this point. Jenna hurried back to join me at the sign, asking me where the closest bathroom was but I honestly told her I didn’t see anything on the map. I was getting concerned for her, and asked her what she wanted to do. Her eyes were closed, hands clenched tightly in a fist, as she took a deep breath then loudly exhaled. She reached down and gave her pussy a quick squeeze before digging the invading material out. Opening her eyes and relaxing her body, she said “Well, I guess I’ll just hold it. Let’s go hiking guys” before she continued her power-walk towards a trail. Now that she had resigned herself to the fact that there wasn’t a bathroom nearby she was able to hold on again, her bladder no longer spasming at the prospect of imminent relief. My totally desperate wife, who had been waiting for nearly 2 hours since she first showed signs of needing to pee, had just committed to hold on even longer. My heart was racing like I had just run a marathon, and my dick was so hard it was actually painful. Feeling it trying to explode out of my pants alerted me to a possibly major situation: I’m about 8” long with some girth, which is great in the bedroom but horrible in situations like this. There was a MASSIVE bulge in my pants, so I had to find a way to make it to where it wasn’t too obvious I had a raging hard-on in the middle of a family park. I jammed my hand in my pocket, gripping my throbbing cock from within so only the outline of my hand was seen. It was still quite obvious what was going on if you looked, but at least not to the point where a kid might notice. The first trail we reached was paved and obviously heavily used. She has no problem peeing outside, but won’t do it if anyone might see her so she kept walking. Since I had parked at the first place I found, it was a decent walk to the end of the parking lot where the rest of the trails apparently started. All the while, Jenna kept trying to speed walk but the kids were dragging behind, forcing her to slow down. Now that we were away from the crowds, I regained the use of my 2nd hand. I was still sporting a monster erection, but at least I didn't have to worry about a stranger seeing it. For her part, Jenna also wasn’t holding herself. It was clear that she was very, very desperate, but if it gets to the point of imminent leaking then she can’t even walk, so we clearly weren’t to that point yet. Picking the first trail, we walked down it while Jenna was out front scouting for a place to pee. After searching for a few minutes, she stopped, looking at a spot she might be able to use. Just as she was reaching to pull her pants down and finally get relief for her aching bladder, we saw movement behind the trees - this trail backed right up to a road! I highly doubt anyone in a car could have seen her squatting even if they knew to look since there was still a thick line of trees between us, but that was still too much for Jenna. Without saying anything she turned around, back-tracking to the parking lot to find another path. The new path she found was away from roads, but also looked like a commonly used path by mountain bikers. The problem is that hikers take a while to get to you, giving you time to finish up, but you have about 5 seconds notice with a biker. On top of that, all of the trails had a very thick cedar forest on both sides with lots of underbrush, so it was virtually impossible for her to get much out of site. As soon as we were on the path, she immediately asked me if I thought it was safe for her to pee there. My response was “I think? Maybe?” She looked at me and said “That didn’t sound very convincing….” I told her that it looked clear and offered to keep watch while she peed. She didn’t like that at all, shooting back “What, am I supposed to just stop peeing? You know I can’t do that!” to which I shrugged my shoulders and told her that if she didn’t like that option she’d just have to hold on. She chose “holding on,” so we continued onward. Jenna was desperately looking for anywhere she could squat out of sight, but there was nothing. A little farther down the trail, she grabbed the top of her pants and stopped to look at a possible spot, dancing slightly in place before she decided it wouldn’t work. She paused briefly, telling me she absolutely had to pee. I told her that was fine, as long as she was OK with a mountain biker possibly coming up. She huffed loudly then continued on the trail. She picked up the pace, walking as fast as she could, no longer caring if the kids kept up. She couldn’t keep the pace up for long, though. The jolting motion caused by her walking was too much for her throbbing bladder, so she slowed back to a normal, albeit strained, walk. After what probably seemed like ages to her, but was really less than a minute, she caught sight of what looked like a side trail. She picked her pace back up, grunting slightly with each step, but she was urged onward by the offer the salvation she was so desperately seeking. However, rather than this helping her, the prospect of eminent relief was turning her desperation up to 11 as she started to make slight whimpering noises. When she reached the trail, it must not have been to her liking as she silently turned around and practically leaped to a tiny clearing that was barely off the trail. It happened so fast it caught me off guard and I wasn’t able to listen for anyone coming. She already had her pants around her knees, readying to drop into a squat, when I yelled at her “Hold On! I need to make sure it's clear!” She bolted back up, yanking her pants back into place, and practically screamed “Seriously?!” As she did this, she went into her pose of desperation - slightly bent over with one knee raised up and crossed over to put as much pressure on her peehole as possible. I’ve seen it many times before, but on this occasion she was doing it to an extreme that I had never seen. It was incredible. I did a quick visual check of the trail, telling her it looked clear. This was all she needed, and before I could add that I needed to listen to make sure, she was tearing her pants down. As she was dropping into a squat, I heard the unmistakable sound of a mountain bike. I quickly yelled “Stop!” Her head shot up, surprised, as I heard her stream beginning to splatter on the ground. Almost not believing that she had to stop so soon after finally being able to appease her screaming bladder, she just stared at me with wide-open eyes. I told her I heard someone coming and finally realizing she could be seconds away from someone seeing her, she quickly sprang into action. Despite my pledge of keeping watch, my eyes were now glued on her. I don’t think my brain had fully processed the ramifications of what I had just said, but subconsciously I knew that what happened in the following seconds would be so glorious that not a nanosecond could be missed. I watched, unblinking, as time traveled in slow motion. Her first priority was getting herself out of view as she wrenched her pants back up, or at least attempted to. Her right hand, out of view behind her, pulled the waistband up to barely clear her hip. The other was in the front of her pants, managing to get the pants up enough to just cover her pussy. That was about all, though, as this left most of her ass wide open. Time now froze completely, the image before me permanently etched in my mind. She had her pants partly pulled up, with her left buttcheek totally exposed. Her left hand was buried in her pussy, trying to get as much pressure on her peehole as possible. Her left leg was bent upwards, further showcasing her mostly naked ass, her knee pulled all the way across her stomach to maximize the force of the fingers on her peehole. I was speechless. While this was happening, I heard her grunt loudly, obviously straining massively to clench off the jet of urine erupting from her body. All of this couldn’t have taken more than a second or two, but it seemed like so much more. Despite her previous claim that she couldn’t stop once she started, she had somehow managed to clamp off the flow. However, it had obviously taken a huge toll on her. Her spare hand was clenched into a fist, her legs quivering from the effort of shutting off the stream that had been gushing from her painfully full bladder only seconds before. All told, she couldn’t have gotten more than 2-3 seconds of relief, and probably less, but now it was infinitely worse for her because she had forced her tortured muscles to cut off the relief her body had been pleading for for so long. I was still awestruck as this was something out of my wildest fantasies, practically slack-jawed as my eyes absorbed the spectacle on display in front of me. I was snapped out of my trance, though, when she caught her breath a few seconds later. Teeth clenched tight, she hissed “Ohmyfuckinggod are you serious!”; her eyes were still shut tight from the earlier effort. When I told her I had seriously heard something, she yelled back “Fucker! I just peed in my pants!” I listened again, and not hearing anything I told her it was clear. She looked at me with daggers for eyes before I again repeated that it was clear. After a couple more seconds of this, she had reached her limit. She had previously been turned some to the side, which obscured my view of the epicenter of the action. To my joy, when she crouched down again she was facing directly towards me. Even as she was jerking her pants down, I could see droplets cascading from between her lips. Finally in position with her feet as far apart from each other as possible to avoid any collateral damage, I had a clear view of her gorgeous pussy and the geyser that was now erupting from within. Enthralled, I was unable to remove my gaze from the absolute torrent of pee spraying out from between her legs. It may have been my imagination, but I swear I could see her butt lifting up from the force. If anyone had come down the trail during this time, I don’t think either of us would have noticed. She was too busy trying to force the sea of urine out of her body, and I was mesmerized by the display being put on by my beautiful wife. 20 seconds in, the river coming from her body lessened to a normal, but still powerful, stream as she gasped for air. She yelled “OH MY GOD!” then went back to gushing for another 10+ seconds. All told, it was over 30 seconds of a VERY powerful stream. It wasn’t the longest pee I had seen from her, but it was definitely the strongest. I was in awe. The second she stopped, she yanked her pants back up, taking several seconds to get them rearranged, and headed straight back towards the car. I lagged behind slightly to check out the clearing, and was speechless. There was a small crater where her jet of pee had blown away the dirt beneath her, with a small stream leading to a sizable pool about a foot away. I wish I had a way to measure it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she held over a liter. Quickly following, I tried to visually assess the damage to her pants. They were black yoga pants so it was hard to accurately make out. I got closer, walking in front of her, and I could definitely see that her crotch was shinier than it should have been. It’s not like I needed the confirmation, though, as I had personally seen the jet of pee spray into her pants. Knowing this was an event I would hold on to forever, my mind immediately starting going over all the details of what had just occurred, determined not to let anything slip. The day's adventures weren't done, to be continued soon!
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  15. As I stated previously, Johnny and I were fast friends. When we discovered a mutual infatuation with pants wetting, the relationship began to develop a secret side. In public, we were just good friends, as we always had been; but in private, we embarked upon some conversations and adventures which I can only describe as pleasurably erotic. We each knew that we both wet our pants occasionally and enjoyed telling about it, but an event at the Christmas parade upped the story-telling ante. We weren't in the parade ourselves; that was for the cool kids, the in-crowd, of which we were not a part. But we found a good spot to watch, and we enjoyed doing so. We especially enjoyed the cheerleaders and dance class girls in tights, as two teenage boys should be. We were near the end of the parade route, and as a band from another high school marched past, we observed a plump flag girl actually wet her pants. She was obviously embarrassed, but admirably cool. With tears in her eyes and pee streaming down both her uniform pants legs, she stayed in step and finished the parade. We followed along, hoping for a closer look. We got it. In the school parking lot where the parade ended, that girl ran right by us toward the restrooms. The uniforms were crimson jacker over white pants, and pee had made her white pants translucent. Not only that, she was wearing poke-a-dot panties, and looked for all the world as though she had nothing else on below the waist. Johnny and I both became instantly and painfully hard. We waited, and finally she came out with two other girls. Sadly, someone had giver her a sweater to tie around her waist, so we saw no more poke-a-dots; yet, as we walked home, Johnny and I rehashed fond memories, and wondered what it must have felt like to wet your pants in a parade. It was a subject that would surface again.
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  16. From the album: My Drawings

    Pl... please... Help me!!!!
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  18. Mickey & Friends The Tour of Zootopia Mickey Mouse and his friends were excited to go on a trip to the city of Zootopia. They were all looking forward to seeing what it’s like to live in a place where anyone can be anything. They’ll be visiting and stay in Zootopia for about 2 weeks. Unfortunately, Mickey could only afford 2 airline tickets. And Minnie cannot go with him since she has to look after her nieces, along with Morty and Ferdie. So she suggested that Mickey could ask one of his friends. Mickey asked Goofy to come; but Goofy felt confident that he and his son Max can make it to Zootopia via car ride. Which is hard for Mickey to believe since it’s so far away, but no use in arguing with Goofy. Donald Duck is also confident in his own trip to Zootopia, said that his Uncle Scrooge “might” get him the ticket. Though Donald admitted that he’s not sure if his Uncle would want to buy more tickets to Zootopia, since they’re expensive.javascript:void('11') So that leads to Mickey’s half-brother: Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. When Mickey showed Oswald 2 tickets to Zootopia, Oswald got hyped up. He got so excited to go with Mickey to Zootopia and get a new adventurous feeling in a city with a cop that got Oswald motivated. So Mickey and Oswald took the trip via airplane, with their phones charged up. Though Mickey drained his battery a bit when he was playing Pokemon GO. Oswald mostly texted to Ortensia about his trip and promising to take pictures when they get to Zootopia. “Yes, got that Pikachu. Now I can….What the? My battery is at 15%?” Said Mickey, shocked at the battery drainage. Then puts his phone away, hoping to be done with the plane trip soon. After the plane trip; Mickey and Oswald find themselves close by to a motel close to Bunnyburrow. Since it’s been a long trip; they decided to rest for the day while charging up Mickey’s iPhone. The next day after a long rest; Mickey and Oswald decided to take the train that leads straight to Zootopia. Oswald puts on his earbuds and listens to one of the songs sang by Gazelle. They were both fascinated by the train trip through Sahara Square, Tundratown, Little Rodentia and Rainforest District. Feeling like they’re on a ride from Disneyland, but no feeling of a small world yet. After the train trip to Zootopia, Mickey and Oswald went over to the Department of Mammal Vehicles to rent a car. A Chevrolet Master Roadster for Mickey to drive with Oswald around the city. “Oh boy, this is going to be fun. Isn’t it Oswald?” Said Mickey, looking happy about this. “It sure is Mickey, I’ve been looking forward to this.” Said Oswald, jumping up and down a bit. So they drove around Zootopia, touring a bit. Then decided to park in Savanna Central, and go for a walk. “Wow, this is amazing. Never pictured Zootopia like this before, so awesome.” Said Oswald, looking around the city. Wishing he has more than 2 eyes to see. But then Oswald remembered his promise to Ortensia and took his Samsung Galaxy phone out to take pictures of the city. Mickey does the same with his iPhone. For any places to stop by, they decided to head to Snarlbucks for some drinks. Oswald ordered some Cool Lime Refreshers while Mickey went for some White Chocolate Mocha. ”mmmm, these drinks here in Snarlbucks are good.” Said Mickey, enjoying the taste of his Mocha. “Snarlbucks uh, I thought it was called Starbucks.” Said Oswald, a bit confused. “Well, might still be the same place.” Said Mickey, not sure either. After connecting to the wi-fi service, Mickey gets a MuzzleTime call from Goofy. Mickey answered the call and can see Goofy though the phone. “Hiya Mickey” Said Goofy, looking to see Mickey through MuzzleTime. “Hi Goofy, what are you up to?” Asked Mickey. “I’m on my way to Zootopia.” Said Goofy. Mickey can see that Goofy is currently driving his car, having someone else holding Goofy’s phone for Goofy to be seen though MuzzleTime. “You are? Are far are you from here?” Asked Mickey “Well I-uh, uh……..” Goofy puzzled a bit. “About 2,000 miles from here.” Answered another voice, revealed to be Max Goof who’s holding Goofy’s phone. “Oh, hi Max.” Said Mickey Max’s face shows in MuzzleTime and says “Hi Mickey, hi Oswald.” “Hey Max.” Said Oswald. Then the phone faces Goofy again. “Gosh, that’s a long way to go. Could take you 2 days or more.” Said Mickey. “No problem Mickey, I’m going as fast as I can, so how is it over there?” Asked Goofy. “It’s very interesting, the city is all colorful and we’re seeing familiar places with different names.” Said Mickey. “Sounds like a good place to go, I always love to experience new areas and explore around…..” Goofy was cut off my Max. “DAD, watch the road!” Said Max as Goofy accidentally merged his lane without warning other drivers. “I guess we better talk later.” Said Oswald. “We’ll see you guys later. Bye now.” Said Goofy. “See you later.” Said Mickey, as he hung up Muzzletime. Then looked to Oswald. “It’s going to take a long while for Goofy to get here, maybe 3 or 4 days.” Said Oswald. Mickey sighed and said “Well at least we’ll be here for 2 weeks." Mickey ordered another cup of mocha, enjoying the taste of Snarluck's chocolate. "So, where do you want to go next?" Asked Mickey Oswald took out his Samsung Galaxy phone and ‘Zoogle’ searched the digital map of Zootopia. He looked carefully at it and spotted where he wants to go next. "Let's shop around at Targoat." Said Oswald "Targoat? You mean Target?" Asked Mickey "Actually they call it Targoat, has an icon of a goat with a target sign on his eye." Said Oswald Mickey chuckled on that, then asked "So where is Targoat?" Oswald looked at the map in his android, then said "It's in Sahara Square, close by to Sahara Sweets." "Cool, let's go." Said Mickey, finishing his last Mocha and went off with Oswald from Snarlucks. After a few miles, they arrived at the desert land of Sahara. The road there was rather rusty as it is full of sand. Seeing camels jogging around for exercise. As Mickey drives towards Targoat, Oswald spotted something up in the sky. "Hey Mick, do you have binoculars?" Asked Oswald "Yeah, they're in the glove compartment. Did you see something?" Said Mickey Oswald takes the binoculars out of the glove compartment and took a look towards the sky before he answers Mickey's question. "Mmhm, looks like a small plane with some balloon to keep it on air." Oswald answered, then took a closer look and added "It says 'Rescue Rangers' on it." "Rescue Rangers?" Said Mickey, then figured out and said "That must be Chip and Dale." "Looks like they're going to land somewhere in Zootopia." Said Oswald, as he sees the small plane disappearing from sight by lowering themselves past the sight of the city. "We might run into them when we get back to Savanna Central“ Said Mickey, as he finds a parking place for Targoat As Mickey and Oswald entered Targoat, Mickey asked “So what are we shopping for?” “I want to get something nice for Ortensia, maybe a nice dress.” Said Oswald, looking for a isle of woman’s clothing. After they found the isle, Mickey took a look at female slippers, very big and wide. “Woah, Oswald, have you seen slippers that big before?” Asked Mickey “No, man those are pretty big. I wonder who…..” Oswald cut off as he looked up the sign that said as he say to Mickey “Elephants” “Oh, right.” Mickey chuckled to his own silliness as he puts the slipper back. Then said “Reminds me of a movie they’re making, a parody of Cinderella. I think it’s called Cinderellephant.” Oswald laughed, then said “imagine they cast Hyacinth Hippo in it.” Mickey laughed too, as they found the dresses where Oswald wants to find. Oswald eventually finds a nice dress for Ortensia, a simple pink dress that’s fabric. As they continued shopping at Targoat, Mickey gets a text message from Donald Duck saying ‘I’m on a plane with my uncle and my nephews, heading straight to Zootopia. See you later tonight.’ “Ah good, Donald and his family are on their way here to Zootopia.” Said Mickey cheerfully. “I hope his nephews wouldn’t cause any trouble.” Said Oswald After finding everything they want or need, they approached the cashier that is a goat. As they are exiting Targoat; Mickey begins to feel a small hit on his bladder. But Mickey felt that he can hold it a while. Mickey and Oswald were sweating when they walked to the car and uploaded some stuff. “Man I’m thirsty, is it always this hot in Sahara Square?” Asked Oswald, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I don’t know, wonder how Christmas would be done here.” Said Mickey, also sweating. Then Mickey suggested “Let’s go to Sahara Sweets since we’re close by, I want to see what they have.” “Actually there’s a cafe I want to try out, it’s called Jumbeaux's Café, it’s closer to Savanna Central where we could be closer to any places.” Said Oswald Mickey sighed, but decided not to argue. So they drove away from Sahara Square to Savanna Central and closer to Jumbeaux's Café. So they went into Jumbeaux's Café, where they see the Elephants selling Ice Cream and popsicles to customers. The line isn’t long, but most of the customers seem to be the big animals, mostly elephants. “Man, look at that Jumbo Pop, it’s so huge.” Said Mickey to Oswald, pointing at those available Jumbo Pops. “Wow, I could never eat or suck all of that.” Said Oswald “Ok, I’ll just go for some water. And maybe a milkshake.” Said Mickey, now approaching the cashier. “Hi there, I would like some milkshake please.” Said Mickey “And some ice cream please.” Said Oswald “I’m not sure you’re qualified for some ice cream, you’re too small. and our ice cream is for elephants only.” Said the cashier, who’s name tag says Jerry Jumbeaux Jr. Oswald felt offended by this, but was also distracted when seeing the other employees using their nose-trunk to make ice cream, without wearing trunk gloves. “Fine, maybe I’ll just have a Pawpsicle.” Said Oswald, not happy about this. Jerry sighed, then said “Alright, I’ll sell you one since you’re with this famous mouse here.” Said Jerry, as Mickey pays for both the milkshake and the Pawpsicle. Mickey and Oswald took a seat far from the cashier, with what they wanted. “What a jerk.” Said Oswald, looking at Jerry. Then at the employees and added “They’re not wearing gloves, they’re getting mucous on the desserts.” “Probably safer having a Pawpsicle than any ice cream here. We should go to Sahara Sweets next time we want dessert.” Said Mickey, having a sip of a milkshake. As Oswald sucks his Pawpsicle, he look over past Mickey and spotted a Mouse eating something large with an non-anthropomorphic elephant. “Is that Dumbo?” Asked Oswald. Mickey looked over, and said “Yes, and there’s Timothy Q. Mouse”. “Well, hello Mickey.” Said a voice suddenly, then Mickey looked around and spotted Jiminy Cricket on his table. “Hi Jiminy, you’re visiting Zootopia as well?” Asked Mickey. “Yep, thought I join in with Tim and Dumbo on this trip to see what it’s like. So you and your brother exploring here?” Asked Jimmy “Yeah, me and Oswald planned to stay here for two weeks.” Said Mickey “How are you folks liking it here so far?” Asked Jiminy “It’s good so far, lots of interesting similarities.” Said Oswald, then looked at Jerry again and added “Though some people seem to be rude.” “I’ll say, they don’t seem to treat their customers very well do they?” Said Jiminy, who happens to dislike the elephants working there. But then looked to Dumbo sucking happily on a Jumbo Pop. “At least Dumbo is enjoying a Jumbo Pop.“ Said Jiminy “How did you guys get here?” Asked Oswald “We flew here.” Answered Jiminy. Oswald looked over to Dumbo, then did the “Of Course” reaction. “We also spotted a school where only Donkeys go to. I think it’s Zootopia’s own Juvenile Hall.” Said Jiminy. “Really, mostly Donkeys uh.” Said Mickey “I can imagine Lampwick going there if he makes a jackass out of himself.” Said Jiminy. Mickey and Oswald laughed a bit, before they were approached by Tim and Dumbo. “Well, hello Mickey. Hi Oswald.” Said Timothy. “Hi Tim, hi Dumbo.” Said Mickey, as Dumbo could only smile at him and Oswald. “So what are you guys up to?” Asked Oswald “We’re on our way to Little Rodentia.” Said Tim. “Thought we explore there to see how life goes over there. And I hope they have decent clothing there too.” Said Jiminy, looking at his own coat we wore for a long while. “Well, I bet they’ll have lots of material you could find.” Said Mickey. “Well then, take care you two.” Said Jiminy, as he jumps up to Dumbo’s head and sits next to Timothy to go for a ride. “Bye guys.” Said Oswald. “See you later.” Said Mickey. And then Dumbo walked out of Jumbeaux's Café with Tim and Jiminy. “I heard that Little Rodentia has a small opening area for people their size.” Said Oswald. “Well, hard to tell if we’re allowed to go there.” Said Mickey “You’re a mouse, that makes you a rodent.” Said Oswald. “Yeah, but I’m still a size of a human, a little bit.” Said Mickey, looking at his body. Then added “Otherwise I would be as small as Tim, Jiminy, Dale and Chip.” Said Mickey. Oswald laughed, then thought out loud “I bet Little Rodentia is where the Rescue Rangers were heading to.” “I’ll bet.” Said Mickey. A few minutes later; Mickey gets a MuzzleTime call from Donald Duck, and slides to see Donald Duck in Mickey’s iPhone. “Hya Donald, did you make it here in Zootopia?” Asked Mickey “Yeah, sort of.” Said Donald, looking rather grumpy and upset. “What’s wrong Donald?” Asked Mickey, looking concerned. Donald used his phone to show where he’s at; Zootopia Police Department. “You’re in a Police Department? What happened?” Asked Mickey Donald turns his phone to face Mickey and said “Well, my uncle Scrooge only invited me to go with him to Zootopia.” Then through the phone, Donald shows Mickey Scrooge McDuck, with their nephews; Huey Dewey and Louie. Scrooge McDuck looks really mad, with the nephews looking embarrassed and ashamed of themselves. Then Scrooge is talking to a police receptionist who is a cheetah. Having Lucky Chomps cereal nearby. “Your nephews weren’t invited?” Asked Oswald “Uncle Scrooge said it’s cheaper to have only 2 of us go to Zootopia, and have our nephews come another time.” Said Donald, then added “But they Stowed away on our plane.” “Oh my.” Said Mickey, looking at the sight of the ashamed Huey Dewey and Louie. Oswald and Mickey also noticed that Louie has some towel wrapped around his waist. With Dewey putting his hand on Louie’s shoulder for comfort. “What’s wrong with Louie?” Asked Oswald The screen turns back to Donald as he answered “Louie had an accident while they were stowing away. We never knew they were with us until after we landed on Zootopia. A plane guard spotted a puddle nearby where they were hiding and then we were sent here.” “Ah man, I’m sorry you all had to go through this.” Said Mickey. “Look Mr. Clawhouser, I’ll pay for their ride if I have to. But they will be grounded for a long long time.” Said Scrooge McDuck to Benjamin Clawhauser, as Mickey and Oswald heard from the phone as a background noise. Donald sighed and said “I have to go, bye guys.” then the screen went back to the iPhone menu. “I can’t believe they stowed away on a plane trip here.” Said Oswald. “I’ve seen them do crazy tricks before, they often get in trouble.” Said Mickey, looking concerned for them. “Have they ever played tricks on you before?” Asked Oswald Mickey thought for a moment, then answered “There was a time I babysit them at my place, and they pretended to be sick and made me give him more than they need. But I got them back, telling them they got ‘Bolvainian Brain Fever.’” (Look up Mickey's Remedy for more details) Oswald laughed as Mickey said “You should have seen the look on Donald’s face when he sees they were well-behaved.” After finishing up both the milkshake and water, Oswald and Mickey got up and were about to leave. But not before Mickey felt another hit on his bladder, which was a bit stronger than the last hit. So Mickey went towards the solo bathroom in Jumbeaux's Café, only to find that it’s out of order. “Sorry, the bathroom is in maintenance for a while.” Said Jerry, as he noticed Mickey tried to enter the bathroom. Mickey twitched a bit, but decided to move on through the tour of Zootopia in hopes of finding a bathroom. “So, where to go next?” Asked Oswald to himself and Mickey, not noticing Mickey’s attempt to use the bathroom. Oswald then spotted his next interests; Rainforest District. “Since it’s close by, let’s go there next.” Oswald suggested. So they drove the car to a parking section where it instructs vehicles to remain in Savanna Central for legal parking of Rainforest District. Close by to the entrance of the District. Mickey and Oswald walked around the Rainforest District, both amazed at the sight of elevations and residents in places as low as the district's river or as high as the canopy. “Wow, I bet Tarzan and Mowgli would like to come here if they visit Zootopia.” Said Mickey, looking around the district. “Ariel would like it here too with all of that water.” Said Oswald. So Oswald and Mickey explored the district. Passing by Manchas' Treehouse and looked into the outskirts of the districts to see the sight of Cliffside Asylum. “An abandoned hospital, looks scary.” Said Oswald. “I heard that the mayor of Zootopia used that place to keep some people in that were infected by some kind of problem, making them real animals.” Said Mickey, feeling a little cold from the weather of the district. “You mean the mayor that looks like Mufasa?” Asked Oswald “Yeah, I think his name is Lionheart.” Said Mickey. Oswald said “Mhhm, hard to believe the story here. One dishonest mayor after another, it made me think at first that Zootopia would be as dangerous as New York. But after seeing that female cop making Zootopia a better place, I felt motivated to come with you here and experience some…..” Oswald was cut off by Mickey’s sudden whimper. Oswald looked to Mickey, who’s looking uncomfortable and moved his legs a bit. “Are you ok Mickey?” Asked Oswald “I..I’m just cold, is there any place to go to here?” Asked Mickey. Oswald took his Samsung Galaxy out and searched on Zoogle to see the map where they’re at now. “Looks like there’s a ‘Trader Doe’s’ nearby.” Said Oswald “Let’s go.” Said Mickey, walking up ahead of Oswald. So they approached Trader Doe’s in Rainforest District, seeing how similar it looks compared to Trader Joe’s. “What are you planning to get from here Mick? Mickey?” Asked Oswald, looking around to find that Mickey went off somewhere in the store. Mickey walked fast Isle after Isle, to try to find the restroom. After a couple minutes; Mickey found the restroom, but with the sign on the door saying “Closed for maintenance, sorry for the inconvenience.” “Ah man. Why is this happening?” Mickey said to himself out loud. “Because some animal didn’t get the pipes right, the bathroom flooded when the district activated it’s annual water spray.” Said a Doe who works at the store, who heard Mickey ask the question. With a small pain in his bladder; Mickey looked around the store to find Oswald getting drinking samples. “There you are Mick. I was just trying out the sample of some orange juice. It’s really good. Here, try one.” Said Oswald as he handed Mickey a cup of Orange Juice. Mickey gulped nervously as he stared at the juice, but felt it’s best not to argue. So Mickey took the sample of the orange juice. Good tasting, but didn’t make his bladder any better. “Tastes good Oswald, now let’s go.” Said Mickey, already walking out of Trader Doe’s. ‘mmhm, why is Mickey in a hurry all of the sudden?’ Oswald asked to himself in his head, as he follows Mickey out of the store. As the two were about to exit Rainforest District, they noticed that there’s some road blocked off. With a sign on the exit saying “Road to Savanna Central closed for plumbing, use Gondola Lifts to exit.” “Ah nuts, is there any other stores here in Rainforest District?” Said Mickey Oswald Zoogled the map and found that there’s not many other stores in the district. “I don’t think there’s more to find here, let’s just use the lifts to get back to the city.” Said Oswald. Mickey sighed in disappointment as they proceed through the district to get to the lifts. As they approached closer to the Gondola Lifts; there was suddenly rain coming from the sprinklers above them, with nearby fountains activated and waterfalls getting stronger. All of this caused Mickey to put his hands between his legs, trying to ease the pain in his bladder that now is more painful than before. “They said this would happen every hour to keep the district going.” Said Oswald, looking around the watery district towards Mickey. Now noticing Mickey holding his crotch. “Come on, let’s get to the lifts.” Said Mickey, moving his hands from his crotch and started walking towards the lifts before Oswald could ask. They got on the Gondola Lifts, and it slowly moved them up to the air. Oswald and Mickey enjoyed the sight of Rainforest District from up above, as the lifts slowly moves through the district towards Savanna Central Oswald smiled at the sight between the forest and the colorful city they’re slowly approaching. Mickey loved it too, but his mind was more focused on his throbbing bladder. Mickey sat down with his hands on his lap. “Isn’t it beautiful Mickey?” Asked Oswald “It’s really beautiful.” Said Mickey, though he’s not paying attention. Oswald noticed Mickey isn’t looking well, and finally asked “Are you ok Mick? You were acting strange since we went to Rainforest District. What’s your problem? Did the Asylum scare you?” “No” Said Mickey “Didn’t like Trader Doe’s?” Asked Oswald “No” Said Mickey, slightly annoyed. “Then what is it?” Asked Oswald, expecting to hear Mickey make a downside note of Zootopia. Mickey answered “I have to go to the bathroom.” “Bathroom? You mean you have to pee?” Asked Oswald, surprised at Mickey’s statement Mickey nodded, then said “It’s an emergency.” Then Mickey moved one hand on his crotch. “Ah man, this is bad timing. So that’s why you disappeared all of the sudden back at Trader Doe’s” Said Oswald, sitting next to Mickey. “And I couldn’t use the bathroom over at Jumbeaux's Café, it’s like every bathroom is closed off.” Said Mickey, crossing his legs. “Don’t worry Mickey, we’ll find a bathroom.” Said Oswald, putting his hand on Mickey’s leg and rubbing Mickey’s knee in comfort. “I’ll try not to think about it.” Said Mickey, feeling a bit confident that he’ll make it. Oswald and Mickey sat silently on the lift as they slowly surpassed the forest and reaching back towards the city. It took 10 minutes for them to finally reach Savanna Central. Luckily for them; the lift lands close to where they parked their car. “Almost there.” Said Mickey, keeping his hands on his crotch as he kept his legs tightly crossed. As their lift finally comes to a stop and lands in the Central; Oswald got up and walked out of the lift. But Mickey was hesitant to stand. “Better get off Mick, before the lift takes you away.” Said Oswald, getting back in to help Mickey up. The lift started moving again just as Oswald and Mickey got out in time, but it caused Mickey to stumble his way out. Mickey felt a drop of urine escape onto his red shorts. Making Mickey’s face red. And knowing he’s only wearing his red shorts with no underwear, his leak would be more obvious. So they walked towards the parking lot of Savanna Central, which was a lot of walking for Mickey. Hands on his red shorts, Mickey wobbled his way to the parking lot with Oswald, slowly approaching their car. “You better drive Oswald, I don’t know how much I could hold it in.” Said Mickey, clutching his crotch while hopping a bit. “Ok, not sure if I could drive well. But I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to a bathroom.” Said Oswald, unlocking the car doors. Oswald drives the car around the Central of Zootopia, to find nearby place that allows Mickey to use the restroom. Unfortunately, they find themselves in traffic. Mickey moans as he kept his hands between his legs, crossing his legs around to try to ease his full bladder. Sweat pouring out of Mickey’s head. “Just hang in there buddy.” Said Oswald, rubbing Mickey’s shoulder for the moment before the traffic makes them stop and go, stop and go. Making Mickey clench his teeth while feeling the urge to pee. “Come on Come on.” Mickey muttered, holding his crotch as tight as he could. Throughout their traffic time in their car; Oswald spotted an orange shabby-looking van with an antenna topper that reminded him of Baymax. But what’s weird to Oswald is the driver next to him. A fennec Fox the side of a toddler, sucking his pacifier as he drives his orange van next to the car Oswald drives. The van currently on the left-turn lane. “What the heck, there’s a toddler driving a van?” Said Oswald, confused at the situation. Then added “Isn’t it illegal in Zootopia for kids to be driving like that? What if his parents finds out when he’s…..” “Oswald, the light is green!” Yelled Mickey while cutting him off the subject of the toddler. “Oh, right.” Said Oswald as he steps hard on the gas pedal, passing the green light while the traffic eases up. “Hurry Oswald, I feel like I’m going to explode!” Cried Mickey, shifting in his seat as he felt another leak in his shorts. His hands covering a stain now revealing in his shorts. “Hold on Mickey.” Said Oswald, driving as fast as he can. But as Oswald continued to drive, he has just passed the stop sign without stopping. Not noticing the sign. Then suddenly a police car appeared behind them, with sirens on for their attention. “Oh no, cops!” Said Mickey, seeing the cops behind them. “Ah nuts.” Said Oswald, as he slows the car down and pulls over to the right side of the road. Stopping the car for the cops to check on them. Mickey moaned loudly with tears out of his eyes while feeling his bladder overfull. Making Oswald feel concerned for him, and for what’s going to happen now that the cops pulled them over. 2 cops approached their car. A Slender rabbit with gray fur, pink nose, and purple eyes And a fox with red fur, large ears, dark purple nose, cream muzzle, and green eyes. Oswald gulped as he looked into the cops and said nervously “H-Hi officers, wh…what seems to be the trouble?” “Well we saw you passing a stop sign without stopping the car first, I hope you have a good explanation for this.” Said the female bunny-cop. “Oh, I didn’t see the stop sign, I was trying to…Wait, are you Judy Hopps?” Asked Oswald, now remembering who this bunny is. “Yes. Officer Judy Hopps. ZPD. And this is Officer Wilde, Nick Wilde.” Said Judy, happy to hear that she’s being remembered. “Thanks for the intro Carrots.” Said Nick, then turned to Oswald and said “Now may I see your license and registration please?” “Oh, uuuhh. Actually it’s Mickey’s car, he rented it earlier today.” Said Oswald, pointing at Mickey sitting next to him. Mickey timidly handed over his license and registration to Oswald, who passed it on to Judy and Nick for them to view. Then it caught Nick’s attention the minute he looked at the picture. “Wait, THE Mickey Mouse? The one who ran the show at the House of Mouse.” Nick said excitedly “And the star of the Three Musketeers show.” Said Judy, also hyped up. Mickey was flattered to hear that he’s been familiarized by the cops, but couldn’t keep still as he felt another leak escape. Mickey couldn’t wait any longer and unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out of the car timidly. He thought maybe he could ask the cops where the bathroom is. So Mickey reveals himself to Nick and Judy. But also dampening his shorts. “Mickey.” Said Oswald as he too steps out of the car to see what Mickey was doing. “Wow, so it is Mickey Mouse. It’s nice to meet you.” Said Nick, as he and Judy approached Mickey. “Nnn…Nice to meet you. Where the bath…..AH!” Mickey cut off with a wide-eye and mouth open. His bladder started to give up, and pee hits Mickey’s shorts with full force. “Oh no. Nooo!” Cried Mickey, as the crotch of his red shorts growing a dark patch where Mickey was holding in vain. Feeling his hands growing wet as the urine pours out of Mickey’s shorts. Pee sliding down Mickey’s bare legs as his yellow shoes started getting soaked with his urine. A puddle grows below Mickey’s yellow shoes while peeing uncontrollably in his shorts, soaking his shorts and legs. “Oh gosh, oh gosh” Said Mickey as he wets himself in front of Nick, Judy, and Oswald. All staring at him in sorrow. After about a minute and a half; Mickey finally stopped peeing his shorts. Mickey stands in his own puddle of urine, his legs and shorts totally wet. He couldn’t stand long as he collapsed on his knees in his own puddle of pee. Feeling embarrassed and humiliated at his own accident. “Well, I guess that explains why you guys passed the stop sign.” Said Nick Wilde, having the same expressing look he had about Skunk butt rug. The two rabbits approached Mickey and kneeled to rub his shoulders in comfort. “It’s ok Mickey, accidents happen.” Said Judy “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” Said Oswald, putting his hand on Mickey’ head. “It..It’s ok Oswald, you did what you could to help me.” Said Mickey, his face still red as he’s still in his urine. “I’ll tell you what, we’ll let you guys go with the stop sign. You two can go wherever you’re staying.“ Said Judy, feeling it’s best not to make things any worse. Nick looked around his surroundings, finding nobody else nearby. “At least nobody knows but us.” Said Nick. “But we don’t have a place to stay yet.” Said Oswald, helping Mickey up. “And people are going to notice if we go rent a place now. What are we doing to do?” Asked Mickey, not sure how he could hide from people knowing that Mickey Mouse peed his shorts. They all stood for a minute, until Nick Wilde develops an idea. “Hey guys, I know a place where you could stay for a bit and get your shorts cleaned up. And nobody will know you peed yourself.” “You do?” Asked Mickey, looking up to Nick. “If you two would follow us, we’ll get you there.” Said Nick, approaching the police car. “We’re not going to jail are we?” Asked Oswald, concluding that’s where they’re going. Nick laughed and said “Oh course not. Unless you want to go to jail.” Said Nick, teasing Oswald. Oswald shook his head timidly, saying “No.” Judy looked at Nick with an irritated expression, before grabbing a blanket from the police car and giving it to Oswald. “Here, this should keep your car seat from getting wet.” Said Judy, referring to Mickey’s passenger seat in their own car. Mickey smiled a bit as he went back to his car and sat on a seat covered by the blanket, with Oswald still going to drive the car. So they then followed the cops somewhere mysterious in Zootopia. “Wonder where they’re leading us to.” Said Oswald, driving while following the police car. “Looks like we’re heading back towards Sahara Square.” Said Mickey, sitting on the blanket in his wet shorts. In the police car….. “So where are we taking them Nick?” Asked Judy. “You’ll see.” Said Nick, smirking at Judy to keep it a mystery for her. 13 Minutes later “I should have guessed.” Said Judy, as she and the others find themselves in ‘Mystic Springs Oasis’, accompanied by a yak named Yax. “So, what brings you four here?” Said Yax, his head surrounded by flies. “Hey there Yax, these fellows here wanted to experience the club of naturalist.” Said Nick, pointing at Oswald and Mickey. Then added “And the laundry close by to this place.” “Well you all came to the right place, we have the club right over there.” Said Yax, pointing to the door on the right side of his desk. “A naturalist club?” Said Mickey, as he and Oswald were still confused on where they’re going, but Mickey is glad the place is dark in here. Yax didn’t noticed the red shorts filled with urine. “It’ll be 3 dollars for the laundry, but the club is free to join anytime.” said Yax. Then looked to Mickey and Oswald and said “Ok, you may take your clothes off.” Both Mickey and Oswald went wide-eyed at what Yax just said. “Our clothes off?” Asked Oswald. “Yeah, it’s required for you guys to be naked in the naturalist club.” Said Yax, as he opens the door to show them all the naked animals participating in the club. “Oh my goodness.” Said Mickey, shocked and embarrassed of what Nick Wilde brought them into. “I’m…I’m not sure if I could do this.” Said Mickey, looking down at his wet shorts. “It’s best if you take your shorts off. Unless you prefer them seeing that you peed your pants.” Said Nick Wilde. Mickey blushed for a minute, then figured that it’s best to approach the club as a naked mouse rather than a mouse that peed his pants. So Mickey took off his shorts and shoes, letting the air touch his wet bare skin. “Come on Oswald.” Said Mickey, looking to Oswald who’s hesitant on taking his own clothes off. It took a minute to convince Oswald to take his shorts off, relieved to hear that nobody is laughing. Wrapping the clothes with the blanket Judy gave to Mickey, Yax threw them into the laundry. Mickey and Oswald turned to Nick and Judy. “Thank you both very much, I’m glad to have met you.” Said Mickey, holding out his hand. Both Mickey and Oswald shook hands with Nick and Judy, thankful for their help. “Nice meeting with you guys.” Said Judy, as she and Nick departed from Mickey and Oswald. “We probably should wash our hands after shaking Mickey’s.” Nick whispered to Judy, making her hit him a little with her elbow on their way out. So Mickey and Oswald experienced the naturalist club while walking and playing around naked. They were embarrassed at first, but they slowly begin to grow comfortable with the club. They played Volleyball, Tennis, and did some yoga. These activities took Mickey’s mind off his accident. After the club; Mickey and Oswald exited Mystic Springs Oasis, with Mickey’s red shorts now dried and clean. Later on; Mickey and Oswald rented one apartment at the Grand Pangolin Apartments. They were not pleased with greasy walls, rickety bed, and crazy neighbors. But they felt that they could bare with this for two weeks at Zootopia. After they settled their stuff in the apartment; they were exhausted after this tour and decided to rest for the day. The next day; Mickey and Oswald noticed that Gazelle is going to perform on stage tonight. So they purchased the tickets to the show, but still got hours to go. Mickey and Oswald decided to go see Donald Duck and his family. So Mickey texted on his iPhone “Hey Donald, want to meet us somewhere?” He gets a reply saying “Sure, let’s meet up at this restaurant called ‘Chill Out’ in Tundratown.” “Mmhmm, where is that exactly?” Oswald thought out loud as he looking up the map in Zoogle. Then spotted it and said “Ah, it’s close by to Saint Basil's Cathedral.” “Ok, let’s go.” Said Mickey, excited to see Donald there. So they drove over to Tundratown, where it was rather cold for Mickey and Oswald. But they enjoyed the sight of this district while driving below the arch bridge that spans the Tunkhannock Creek in Nicholson, Pennsylvania. “Mmhmm, I think I just spotted Elsa’s Signature Snowflake over there.” Said Mickey while driving. “I hope this restaurant isn’t as cold as out here.” Said Oswald, shivering a bit. They approached ‘Chilled Out’, and it turns out to be nice and warm inside. “Hey guys” came the famous voice of Donald Duck, who then approached Oswald and Mickey. “Hi Buddy.” Said Mickey, giving Donald a hug. Oswald looked around and noticed there’s only Donald. So he asked “Where’s your family?” Donald sighed and said “Uncle Scrooge and my nephews is over at the Apartment close by to here.” “You mean the apartment run by penguins?” Asked Mickey “Scrooge said it’s the cheapest apartment to find in Zootopia. He’s in there right now, keeping our nephews grounded for their stowaway.” Said Donald, sitting with Mickey and Oswald. “Well, at least they’re here with us.” Said Mickey, happy and a little concerned for them at the same time. Oswald, Donald, and Mickey all ordered Hot Chocolate to keep themselves warm from the cold wind of Tundratown. “So, are you going to that concert where Gazelle will show up?” Asked Mickey “Oh yeah, I’m looking forward to it. Scrooge already got us 2 tickets for the show.” Said Donald, drinking his hot chocolate. “2 Tickets?” Asked Mickey “Yeah. Huey, Dewey, and Louie is grounded, so they won’t come with us.” Said Donald. “Ah, too bad.” Said Oswald, rubbing his cold feet. So they talked about their experiences of Zootopia, on every event. “The cops in Zootopia are really nice, they helped us out on….our travel.” Said Mickey, leaving out the part where he peed his pants. “I think the cops are rather scary, especially that big buffalo Chief named Bogo.” Said Donald, thinking about how scared his nephews looked when they faced him. After leaving Tundratown; Donald Duck decided to go with Mickey and Oswald, telling them he doesn’t want to face his uncle while he’s still in a bad mood with Huey, Dewey, and Louie. So the three explored the rest of the Zootopia districts and lands. Shopping and trying out some snacks. Finally comes the time when they attended the show, with Scrooge McDuck accompanying Donald, Mickey, and Oswald. They’re ready to watch Gazelle performing on stage. They’re glad Scrooge is now in a better mood, but still not forgiving his nephews. “Oh boy oh boy oh boy, can’t wait to see Gazelle’s performance.” Said Donald, already starting to dance. “Easy there Donald, the show hasn’t begun yet.” Said Scrooge. “Man, I wish Goofy and Max were here to see this.” Said Mickey. “Here she comes!” Said Oswald, as the crowd cheers for Gazelle, appearing on the stage. Gazelle holds up her Microphone and announces “Welcome to Zootopia, I’m Gazelle. I will begin by singing this song called La Tortura”. And so the music begins, with Gazelle singing ‘La Tortura’. Her voice touches the hearts of all her audience, including Mickey, Donald, Oswald, and Scrooge. But as Gazelle was half-way through with her song; the 4 of them were suddenly approached by Judy Hopps. “Oh, Hi Judy.” Said Mickey. “Hi Mickey, Hi Oswald.” Said Judy, smiling at them. Then looked to Donald and Scrooge with a concerned expression. “So you’ve come to watch Gazelle’s performance?” Asked Oswald. “I wish I could say that, but unfortunately….” Judy looked to Scrooge and Donald and asked them “We caught 3 kids sneaking their way in here and we believe they belong to you two.” Then comes Nick Wilde, escorting Huey, Louie, and Dewey. All looking guilty. Scrooge McDuck facepalms himself with a heavy sigh while Donald Duck looks sternly at them while shaking his head. “What were you boys doing?” Asked Donald. “We caught them sneaking backstage close to Gazelle.” Said Judy. “Actually I caught them Carrots, you were asking for Gazelle to sign you an autograph.” Said Nick. “Whatever.” Said Judy, rolling her eyes at Nick, just as Gazelle finishes her first song. “We’re sorry Unca Donald” said Louie. “We wanted to see the show, we didn’t want to miss it.” Said Dewey. This is when Gazelle announced her next song; Try Everything. Scrooge and Donald didn’t know what to do after the song begin. “I messed up tonight I lost another fight I still mess up but I'll just start again I keep falling down…….” Suddenly, 2 figures appeared out of nowhere by swinging on a rope from the ceiling. And they eventually fell and landed on the stage next to Gazelle before she could continue. “Oh my Goodness, Goofy and Max!” Yelled Mickey, shocked to see their sudden appearance out of nowhere. Gazelle stopped singing as she stares at Goofy and Max, with them standing up to face her. The music background didn’t stop however, as the show is still on. Before Gazelle would question; Goofy started dancing all of the sudden, playing along with the music. Max followed along, understanding his father’s part of playing along. “I keep falling down I keep on hitting the ground” Sung Goofy, looking back at Gazelle to show he’s trying to keep up her song without interrupting it. “I always get up now to see what's next” Sung Max. After a moment of dancing along with the music background; Gazelle decided not to question them and joins in to play along by continuing her song from “Birds don't just fly They fall down and get up Nobody learns without getting it wrong.” Mickey, Oswald, Donald, and Scrooge all stared with open mouths. All couldn’t believe what’s happening. The nephews however, started dancing along. Not caring if Goofy and Max are on stage all of the sudden. Judy and Nick didn’t know what to do either, but Judy decided to dance along too. Purposely trying to escape the job-part of the trouble caused by Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Mickey looked to Oswald and nodded his head to show that Mickey will play along. So Mickey and Oswald started dancing too. Then Donald started dancing. Scrooge still looked concerned at first, till Nick approached Scrooge and whispered “We’ll let your kids in on this.” Right before Nick Wilde slowly started to dance along. Then Scrooge slowly smiles, and started dancing too. So they all danced in joy while Gazelle sings “Try Everything”, with Gazelle dancing with Goofy and Max. After Gazelle finished singing; everybody in the audience clapped and cheered for their performance. Even cheered for Max and Goofy. Mickey, Donald, and Oswald jumped up and down waving her hands to show themselves cheering for them. Showing the honor to Goofy, Max, and Gazelle. Goofy and Max spotted them and waved back, smiling happily as they were being honored in Zootopia. Mickey looked to Oswald and said to him “I’m glad we came here to Zootopia.” “Me too.” Said Oswald, smiling at Mickey. Mickey and Oswald gives each other a hug, then watches on as the audience continues clapping and cheering. The End, for now.
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  19. I agree. A female friend at work always tells me that she's going for a piss, or that she's about to piss her pants. I don't think she realises the effect it had on me!
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  20. Piss is my favorite word for it. Sometimes I'll say pee, too, but usually it's piss.
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  21. I just wrapped up a shoot with Sosha yesterday. One of the photo sets that we did was fulfilling a specific fantasy for her- She has long fantasized about what it would be like to be a boy scout. Specifically, her fantasies involved being a scout with a wetting problem and having to wear pullups. During the shoot, we decided to try and capture this fantasy for her.
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  22. The Verb Vault

    Okay! I'm going to do some major formatting edits, since the list is growing at a rapid pace. The Pee-saurus 2.0 should be complete within the hour.
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  23. When I first came back, I could hardly believe that it had been over 2.5 years. I can still remember writing the old chapters and it seems like it was just yesterday, but because so much time had passed, I had to read the old chapters myself, because I had forgotten a few details. I had to re-familiarize myself with the story again in order to avoid accidentally putting contradictions in the story. It feels good to be making progress again.
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  24. Wow I can't believe this has been years. Just read back the old chapters and enjoyed them once again.
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  25. Sorry not good at posting stuff it's uncontrollable..
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  26. Nice photos, thankyou for sharing
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  27. Version 1.0.0

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    Somebody asked for steamy pants in the forum, so here are my videos. The first video shows the wetting itself. The second is a 3 min video of the steamy pants. The other 4 videos are also about the steamy pants, from behind, while standing and sitting. If you have any ideas for further wetting videos, please comment.
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  28. 27 For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle waited for Katherine to return to the office. She was still in front of her desk, but was on her knees, with both hands in between her thighs. I’m not going to make it until she gets back! I can’t hold it anymore! Her entire body was drenched with sweat and her hands were all covered with her love juices. Her fingers were the only thing preventing the ocean within from covering the floor below. Glancing at the trash can that was next to her desk, she thought of an idea. Maybe I could pee in there! It may be my only chance to avoid making another mess! Even though she knew she would likely be punished afterwards, it seemed that using the trash can was the only option available. The only trouble was making it that far without losing control. With a soft groan, she forced herself to stand up, trying to be as careful as possible. I must make it to the trash can! Despite her best efforts, a squirt of pee escaped and mixed with the liquids that were already on her fingers. “No!” After the first squirt, she was able to stop the flow for only a brief moment before an even longer, more powerful one erupted from within. She tensed every muscle in her body and pressed even harder with her fingers. This time she was able to successfully reseal the dam, but doing so was a bit painful. For a few minutes, she stood there, breathing heavily, as the urgent need to urinate at last subsided. Even though her bladder was still quite full, she was no longer desperate. She very quickly stepped over to the trash and squatted over the opening. Closing her eyes, she let go and the flood gates were flung open. “Yes! Finally!” The morning pee that she needed was at last taking place. Her pee gushed out and droplets splattered all over the clear plastic material of the trash bag. Sighing with relief, Danielle gripped the side of her desk to hold herself up. The feeling of emptying her bladder was so enjoyable, she thought that she might fall over. Feeling quite naughty for peeing into the trash can during the day time, she found herself becoming desperate in another way. Her memories of the previous night came rushing back. She remembered how she and Katherine had made sweet love while covered with each other’s bodily fluids. She was, at this point, desperate for her mistress’s touch. She wanted the experience to happen again. When the steady stream of pee at last weakened, Danielle stood up and allowed the remnants of her bladder’s contents to fall into the container below. “Oh, that is better!” After the last few droplets fell, she reached towards her desk for a tissue, which she used to dry off her legs and dripping labia. She then tossed it into the puddle below and stepped away from the trash can. Not wanting to explain herself to every employee that she encountered, she checked her skirt for wet spots. Fortunately, there were none. Still feeling naughty, she went around behind her desk and took a seat. Even though she craved an orgasm, she knew that her work was more important. Due to the security breach, she knew that she would have to call the first business owner that she and Katherine were scheduled to meet with that day. The meeting was scheduled for 9:00 am and there was no way they could make it. While attempting to calm down her nether region, she took a moment to look through her PDA. Danielle found the phone number for this potential client and called his office. While waiting for the secretary to answer, her breathing was still in the process of returning to normal. She was still horny after her desperate predicament and wanted nothing more than to be pleasured. After five rings, the secretary at last answered. “This is Mister White’s assistant. How may I be of assistance?” The voice was female and from the sound of it, she could have been Danielle’s age. “Hello, this is Danielle Smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. Due to a security breach here at Andrews’ Corp., Miss Andrews and I will be unable to attend the meeting at nine. Is there any way the meeting could be rescheduled for another time?” Mr. White’s assistant replied, “Mister White is quite busy for the rest of the week. I will speak with him first and then call your office when I know more. Perhaps I could call your office in about an hour.” Finally distracted, Danielle’s arousal at last began dying down as she became focused on her work. “Yes, that will do. I look forward to your call.” With that, the discussion was over. Mr. White’s secretary said good-bye and the two of them hung up. Afterwards, Danielle leaned back in her chair, wondering when Katherine would return. Even though she was no longer bursting, she still hoped that it would be soon. Fortunately, only a few minutes later the doors of Katherine’s office opened and her high heels could be heard clicking on the floor. “Danielle, I am back!” Eager to know what Katherine had learned about the security breach, Danielle stood up. She walked around her desk and stepped out into the main office.
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  29. Can I please use this in a review :)
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  30. That's exactly why I don't like the Chase. You don't end up with the most dominant driver, the best driver, as champion; you end up with the luckiest driver. The format allows for almost unlimited screw-ups during the regular season (provided the driver has at least one win, and stays in the top 30 in points), but woe if he has one bad finish in the last ten races of the season, his championship dreams are over. The final four this year were definitely not the four most dominant drivers this season, with the exception of Logano, and maybe Kyle Busch. Thank you for posting the chart of the old points, @scinosensation :)
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  31. @Skillz with sound!!! :)355.mp4 and another one i think it's the same girl Purp.flv
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  32. Dude, I'm in my 20s and every gf ive had since im like 16 has indulged me in my fetish. Just fucking tell them before you actually get it on. Tell them its an important part of your sexuality. If they cant accept that move on.
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  33. Stood in the kitchen dancing and crossing my legs whilst I wait for the kettle to boil.
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  34. I love coffee "urgency" . I drink it deliberately to make my normally weak bladder even weaker when I'm in the mood to pee my pants. I love the way it irritates my bladder which making holding without an accident nearly impossible
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  35. Well Coffee dosnt really makes me need to pee but...well i always need to poop after a coffee xD
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  36. It is easier (at the beginning) to not say anything. I don't think it is easier to lie about not having an interest in something over a longer period of time. That is harder. And then your partner feels like you have been hiding something from them. I am sure that most people have fetishes/kinks that they feel reluctant to share at the beginning of a relationship. I did not come out and tell my wife my omo fetishes. She did not come out and tell me hers either. It doesn't mean the relationship can't/won't work. I think that if each person in the relationship is willing to let the other have their fantasy/fetish (as long as it doesn't hurt anyone) while retaining a solid core relationship of caring, understanding, working together for the same goals, etc., then letting a partner have the support and knowledge that a bit of kinkiness will only strengthen the relationship. Obviously, there are fetishes to which a person would say "No way, not for any amount of money". If one partner has a fetish like that and the other finds it abhorrent, the relationship will have a very hard time. I hope that made some kind of sense.
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  37. You are very welcome and I have read all of the chapters so far I love the story =)
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  38. Was happy with Survivor Series up until the end, but I'm amazed that Takeover continues to upstage the main show, and NXT seems to have become the top brand...
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  39. I love doing it, the part I really like is holding on till I have an accident. slowly losing control and filling my pants or diaper is an enormous turn on for me. I cant explain why I just love the feeling of doing it I guess
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  40. Priority #1 should be to find a way to resist Nikki's control; until we do that we're going to be physically weak and emotionally damaged. For the time being, can we message Aimee and ask her to meet us in our room? I doubt Minty is going to be in any condition for a date at present. Once back in somewhere comfortable, tell her something along the lines of "I'm scared that I've gotten involved with something far bigger than myself, something that's trying to control my life in a very negative way, and I don't know what I can do to get out of it." If she presses us, attempt to tell her and if we're unable, be sure that we specify that we literally cannot tell her what is wrong, and wish that we could.
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  41. This is a story that happened to me about a month ago, I just haven't had time to tell you guys yet. My friend (female) and I (male) were heading upstate to go hiking over the weekend. I didn't have anything to do and she asked me to come along. The drive up was about 3.5 hours. About an hour in we stopped and both used the bathroom, I grabbed some water from the gas station and we kept going. A few hours later as we exited the highway to our stop, I had to pee pretty bad. I didn't say anything because I figured I could just go when we got to the hiking ground, but every gas station we passed was torture. About a half an hour later we got to some parking and an opening to the trail. We had never been there before so I assumed this was the main entrance, we found out later it wasn't. We got out of the car and went over to the trail map. It was super poorly labeled, we had NO clue where we were on it. At this point I really needed to pee, but I didn't wanna go in the trees because there were quite a bit of people around. The bathroom was located right at the foot of the mountain we were hiking on the map, so I suggested trying to find our way there so I could use the bathroom and we could start our hike up the mountain. "That sounds like a good idea, I need to go too" she said. So we started on our hike. A few minuted in, I saw a building in the distance. I had to pee SO bad at this point, I started fast walking awkwardly toward it. Disappointment. It was a maintenance shed. I was slightly worried as I did not see it on the map and had no clue where we were, but we kept hiking. About 15 minutes later we hit the path to start hiking up the mountain. No bathroom. At this point there were few enough people around I felt comfortable peeing in the woods. I honestly couldn't have waited any longer than I did, My friend didn't want to keep looking for the bathroom, even though she said she needed to go earlier, and wasn't comfortable going in the woods. I felt bad, but she didn't mind and said she was "used to it". After about another hour of hiking we decided to stop and eat the lunch we had packed. We both had about 28oz of water. We had given up looking for the bathroom at this point, we had somehow passed it on a different trail, so we continued our hike up the mountain. The first hour we were chatting pretty normally and going at a decent pace. Even though she hadn't had anything to drink on the car ride, I was impressed she was doing so well holding it. She didn't seem to mind waiting at all, she didn't even mention it until we got further up the trail. Being that this was an Appalachian mountain trail, once we got further up it, there were inevitably waterfalls. This did not seem to help her. Almost all the way up the mountain, she started slowing down. "I'm sorry I'm going so slow, I could go faster if I didn't have to go to the bathroom", she said. I told her it was fine and that I felt bad we couldn't find one. I did genuinely feel bad for her, but I was also enjoying it a bit. By this point we had reached the top of the trail and were on our way back down. We had been there for several hours at this point, I was amazed she hadn't lost it yet. On the way down I'm sure the bumpy trail was awful for her. A few minuted in, she stopped behind me. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah.. I can't wait to go to the bathroom", she said, half laughingly and half with genuine urgency. On the way back I honestly think she was waiting for me get in front of her far enough I wouldn't notice if she peed herself. She insisted that I walk in front of her, and she kept slowing down and pressing her legs together. She had dark shorts on, so she might have been able to get away with it if I had let her get far enough behind. I made sure to keep pace with her though, keeping a fairly short distance so I would notice if something happened. Once we got to the bottom of the mountain and back on flat ground, she started moving much faster. She was clearly in a hurry to get to the car. When we got to the car, she slammed the door shut and hit the gas as soon as I got in, immediately looking up the nearest gas station. She did not look comfortable. She was sitting up very straight and her legs were pressed tight together the entire time, hands gripping the wheel tighter firmer than normal. When we got to the gas station she sprinted inside. I still have no idea how she managed to wait that long. The hike was so steep we were covered in sweat, so its totally possible she didn't completely make it. We were there for about 5 hours in total, so its possible she completely made it, but it was a close call to say the least.
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  42. Pee holding

    I love holding my pee. One day my bf told me to hold it for him so yeah, I agreed. He made me drink 2 pints of coke and 2 coffees. Every 30 mins he would challenge me. The first one was tying me up and tickling my bladder. 1 hour in I started to get desperate so I told him, "babe, I need to pee desperately!" He said, "haha time for fun!" He pushed me on the bed and tied me up so I couldn't move my legs or arms. He told me if I spurt or leak, theres a punishment. He started making me watch water and peeing videos. AND I LOST IT!!!! He wouldn't talk to me for 2 days so yeah bye.
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  44. I thought I would add some more piccys of me doing my thing
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  45. 5,799 downloads

    Tried my best to make sure that I didn't upload any clips that were already on here. She's a personal favorite of mine, hope you people find her as cute as I do!
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