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  1. A lot of my good sightings revolve around a drive that we make frequently. In short, her ex lives about 30 minutes away and he managed to have it so that we always drop off and pick up the kids. We drive there twice a weekend, 2-3 weekends out of the month, for the past 3+ years. The thing of particular interest is that on the route we take there’s nowhere for her to pee. When I say there’s nowhere for her to pee, that doesn’t mean there truly isn’t anything; there just isn't anywhere that she will go. I’ll get more into this drive on a later post, but all you need to know for now is that she won’t pee anywhere on the entire route we drive. The kids were with their dad for Thanksgiving, and we were picking them up on Sunday. For those of you not in the US, that is one of the most traveled days of the entire year. You are guaranteed to run into traffic, and the later in the day it is, the worse the traffic. Because of this, we wanted to get on the road early. We’d been doing some shopping that morning and Jenna had gotten a coffee (the largest one at Starbucks). Once we got home we cleaned up the house, then drank some water because we had sweated some. We realized that it was close to time to leave, so we both peed then Jenna downed the rest of her coffee, which was still almost half full. We got distracted with a few things, and it ended up being another 30 minutes before we finally left. I grabbed a soda for each of us on the way out, plus filled up my water bottle. Jenna swigged some more water, then opened her soda. Luckily, it looked like traffic wasn’t too bad yet. There weren’t any stops, but we were still going slower that normal. About 20 minutes into the drive, I asked what she thought about going to downtown on the way back for some pokemon with the kids. She immediately said “Yes, because I really need to pee!” I didn’t say anything as I tried to make sure I heard her right. Had she just said that she really needed to pee? It hadn’t even been an hour since she peed, and it could easily be an hour and a half before we got home. I’m not sure what stopping in downtown had to do with her peeing as it wasn’t any closer than home, but I guess she just wasn’t thinking straight. I hadn’t even been thinking about her needing to pee yet so I wasn’t paying attention, but I now noticed that she she was sitting to the side with her knees tucked upwards to put extra pressure on her peehole. About 5 minutes later, she started digging around in the car. I asked her what she was doing; She said she was looking for anything she could wipe with if she was to pee outside. She didn’t find anything, though, and grunted in dissatisfaction before crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat. She was silent for the next 5 minutes before she winced and grabbed her side saying “Oh man it’s starting to hurt my back now....” I felt bad for her, so I reached over to put my hand on her leg and told her I was sorry. I could feel her muscles clenching periodically as she said “Its OK, its not your fault.” As we got closer to his house, she groaned again and said “What the fuck!? Did I forget to pee?” She paused, then remembered “Oh yeah, I downed my coffee. Damn, that was stupid! I sure wish I could go pee in his house.” This really caught my attention as she has NEVER brought that up before. I was trying to think of something to say when she brought up that his bathroom was probably worse than the nasty convenience stores she refused to stop in. Holy Shit! Not only was she to the point of pain, but she was openly wondering about using her ex’s bathroom and we weren’t even to the halfway point yet! I felt bad for her, but it was her choice not to use the bathrooms or pee outside, so I couldn’t help but enjoy it some. We finally arrived at his house, and thankfully there wasn’t a train blocking the path. I was focusing on hurrying up so I didn’t slow down at the train crossing as much as normal, causing her to wince in pain and hold her bladder when we crossed the tracks before his house. When we pulled up to his house and saw that everyone was still inside, she sighed in exasperation at the seconds this would add to the time it took to get back home. She went up to the door and threw her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated that they weren’t out yet. She knocked on the door and did a mild curtsey while waiting for him to get to the door. I could see her hands balled into fists, but she returned to normal while once they came out. She ended up talking to their dad for almost 5 minutes, successfully hiding her desperation the whole time. When she got in the car, though, she immediately clamped her thighs together and said “Good god, I have to pee!” It had been 30 minutes since she first said she was desperate, and it only seemed to be escalating. She immediately started asking the kids about their weekend with their Dad. I went slower over the tracks on the way out, but she stopped talked and winced at even the minor jolts. As we were waiting to turn back onto the highway, I told her that I would hurry as much as I could. I normally don’t bother passing anyone on this road because it’s so busy, but at this point it seemed like every minute counted. When I passed a string of 3 cars a minute later she practically shouted “Oh thank god!” but I rapidly got stuck behind an even longer string of cars and there was no way I could get around them. As if to add insult to injury, we had to stop at the only light on the highway just as it turned red, causing her to groan again and squeeze her legs together. While we were stopped, we looked over to see a massive line of cars coming from the side road. She checked and there was massive traffic on the interstate that ran parallel to this road, so a lot of people were taking this route as a bypass. Because there were so many cars, it meant there was no chance of passing. The traffic ended up going much slower than normal as well, practically crawling out of town. Even once we got into the open section, we were still going 20 MPH below the speed limit at most. She knew she had no way of peeing anytime soon and had resigned to holding no matter what an hour ago, so mentally she wasn’t as frantic as I would have expected. She was still having to deal with the intense sensations emanating from her abdomen, though, so she started looking things up on her phone to distract her. It seemed to work, at least partly, but she was still frantically drumming her fingers. Close to 45 minutes after leaving his house, when it should have taken 15, we finally made it to the turnoff from the highway. It is for another highway and the interchange has a 270 degree loop to get to the other road. Still trying to hurry, I took it relatively fast and it did a number on poor Jenna. Both hands shot to her bladder, lightly cradling it, as she gritted her teeth in pain. Once we straightened out, she rubbed her distended abdomen and panted from the effort for about 15 seconds before regaining her composure. Her face lit up as she announced “finally, we’re getting close!” even though it was almost 15 minutes away. I guess considering how long she had been waiting, that was pretty good. A few minutes later we came up to a light, which again turned red just before we got there. Jenna sat with her legs crossed tightly, drumming a frantic beat on the arm rest with her fingers. Suddenly, she beat both her hands on her thighs 6 or 8 times. I looked at her weirdly, so she told me “I have no idea why I did that!” trying to pass it off as being random. After the light turned green again and we got up to speed she admitted “That's a lie. I'm absolutely bursting to pee!” She again winced and held her bladder as we turned onto the next highway. We continued on, turning a few more times with Jenna wincing each time from the added pressure. Once we finally exited the highway for the last time, I said “We’re getting close! Only 5 or 6 more minutes!” She moaned then said “Oh God I think my bladder is going to explode! Hurry!” and rubbed her bladder again. She kept moaning in pain every 30 seconds, one hand placed lightly over her bladder. She almost never holds herself, but I thought she might actually do it this time. She must have really not wanted to do that in front of the kids, though, as her other hand had a white-knuckle grip on the arm rest. A few minutes further down the road, Jenna started even more desperate with anticipation. Just as I thought we had made it, the last light turned red! Thankfully I notice the Police officer nearby and slammed on my brakes. Jenna yelped as the seatbelt dug into her bladder. We’d only been stopped for about 2 seconds when she blurted out “OMG when is this going to turn! I am literally dying here!” as she lightly rubbed her tortured bladder. The light turned about 10 seconds later, but the kids started begging to check the park for pokemon. We had seen a Pikachu there earlier, and they really wanted to find another one. I was about to tell them no, that we had to get back home, before Jenna popped up and said it was fine. I asked her if she was sure, and she said she yes but I had to hurry. It was only about 30 seconds out of the way, so I went ahead and pulled off. I stopped to check if any where around, and saw several on the radar but they were all where we would have to walk. When I told them this, Jenna quickly snapped “Nope! I can't do that. If I try to walk I'm definitely going to pee myself. Hurry.” We were on the final stretch, and I tried to lighten the mood by joking about the porta-a-potty on the side of the road (since she had done so the last time she was super-desperate like this). Normally that would get a laugh, but this time she just moaned again and bent forward. It was getting critical. When we pulled into the driveway, I expected her to sprint to the door, but she sat there. Her eyes were closed, and I saw her body relaxing as she willed herself to hold on a little longer. After a few seconds of this, she got out and told the kids that we had a surprise. I unlocked the door, expecting her to follow, but she was unloading the car! I went back and grabbed everything I could, telling I’d get the rest later. She ran in, excitedly showing the kids the new Christmas tree we had just gotten, as well as the rest of the decorations we had put up. Amazingly, she still seemed to be behaving normally. Now that she was done with the kids, her body had had enough. With nothing left to distract it, her brain knew she was close to relief and it was all she could do to keep from losing control. She crossed her legs tight and bent over, saying “Oh God, I can’t believe I made it” then hurried off. I’m not sure if hurried is the right word, though. She was walking awkwardly, with each step her leg was partially crossing over the other to put some extra pressure on her peehole since she was using both hands to get her clothes off. After a few steps she stopped, bent forward and exclaimed “I can’t even walk!” before resuming her trek to the long-awaited toilet. By the time she was at the bathroom, her belt was off and her pants and panties were already around her knees. She yanked them down completely as she collapsed on the toilet, letting out a loud “Ouch!” as the act of sitting down jolted her bladder one final time. She sighed loudly, but tt took a several seconds before her stream started as her muscles slowly unclenched. Once she started, though, it was an absolute gusher! As soon as she caught her breath, about 10 seconds later, she told me “Wow, that hurt!” and rubber her belly again as the massive contents of her bladder continued spraying into the bowl. She blasted away like this for 15-20 seconds before it turned into a normal, strong, flow. Another 30 seconds later, it had dwindled, but was still a steady stream. She sighed, saying “I feel like Austin Powers!” (I’m sure most people on this site are aware, but at the beginning of Austin Powers, after he is unfrozen, he has a ridiculously long pee). I laughed, expecting it to stop and start as her bladder drained the last of its contents, but it kept going! I had the stopwatch going on my phone, and it ended up lasting for over 60 seconds! As her stream was dying off, I’d had enough and pulled out my raging hard-on. She was still sitting on the toilet to get the rest emptied out, and when she saw it she said “That's not fair! The kids are outside and we can’t have sex right now.” I told her that I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I did promise her that I would be more than ready by the time we went to bed, so she rolled her eyes and helped me finish (which only took about 15-20 seconds at that point) before getting up and again saying how much better she felt. There have been a couple times when I think she held more, but this was definitely close to her capacity. I just wish I had a way of measuring how much she held! Maybe one day….
    6 points
  2. Update and stats: I just wanted to say once again to everyone who has commented so nicely with feedback, thanks very much, I truly appreciate it. I only hope you continue to enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. The "problem" is, I was starting to lose track of the timeline, as this has been going on so long. The chapters sometimes take so long, as in multiple chapters, to describe what's going on in a single day. I started wondering to myself when Peter, Dans dad was due back, as it seemed so long since he was here. He works a 2 and 6 roster, meaning he's away for 6 weeks, then home for 2. I was starting to think it must be getting close to him coming home again, so I thought I'd work it out. Now, for regular, long time readers, how much time do you think has passed in D & A land? No cheating, but how long have these kids been doing this? It seems like forever! I thought I'd go through and check..... The results might surprise you. I started this on March 25 this year, (2016) So far, there's 3 parts. 73 chapters, 36 chapters, and then 61 chapters and building for a total of 170. (Plus the extra "plot twist" one that we all ignore and pretend never happened!) Put this into perspective. We met Dan on a Friday. He met Amy the next day, Saturday. They had their first sleepover that weekend. The next week, I killed Amy. But being the compassionate God that I am, I bought her back to life, and the kids had their second sleepover a week later, going to the beach and movies, and meeting Troy. The next day, Monday, we met Nikki, and Peter on Wednesday. That Sunday was Adventure World, 15 days after they met. Pete left 10 days later, and they hung out with Nikki again that weekend. Following Thursday, confession time to his friends about his diapers and bed wetting, and getting sprung for smoking. 2 days of punishment, and now it's Sunday again, and our favourite couple have been reunited. The fucking story is only 37 days old, and they've known each other for 36 of them. Shit! We haven't even been to camp yet! On a serious note, this is why I was tempted to end it a while ago. It's not that I don't enjoy writing it. I do! I love it! But I'm a long way into a story that's only a freaking month old on paper! Ive got no plans to finish it until at least after the camping trip, but when you think of what 300 000+ words could've potentially achieved, and you get a story about two horny kids pissing themselves instead..... Anyway, I was just blown away when I worked out how little has really gone on in a short space of time that took so many words to explain. But, fuck it. I'm still getting a huge kick out of writing it, and some still appear to be reading it, which I actually find touching, so thank you! If you're one of the few who were actively reading and commenting a while ago, don't be afraid to drop a comment in and let me know you're still reading it. My ego could use a boost occasionally! I might be a few days from posting here next, as I think I owe my "Gemma" story a continuation. That's a damn sight closer to completion than this biblical sized monstrosity! Thanks again guys and girls, it feels nice to get such good feedback. (*pulls the likes fishing rod out and casts...)
    3 points
  3. Friday the 9th, 2016 It's been about a week since I last did anything, riske or wet. Knowing my hubbies return I've carefully selected my wardrobe. Pink lacy thong with black black thigh highs, push up bra (matching), white skirt, to my ankles, nice black long sleeve shirt that buttons up. I also made sure to have an identical skirt with me, you never know with a horny pregnant woman what she's gonna do when she hasn't seen her hubby for so long ;) It was after lunch I decided to hold it in. He was going to meet me and his cousin down town after he returned from base. Gotta love Christmas shopping. I had some ice tea today. As work progressed, so did my bladder. So I had another one. I was preparing myself and will be ready just in case, I've been planning and scheming since Wednesday lol ^^' My hubby really really loves surprises, especially the right ones ;) Yesterday I got his cousin a gift but she don't know that yet, and that'll be my ticket to take my hubby somewhere excluded, I'm naughty ;) It was 4:00pm, I kinda had to pee, but it was manageable and she's been with me all week at the hip, so we left to get some Christmas decor and other things for work and seperately for personal. We stopped.by star bucks, chatted with my brothers girlfriend and ordered the largest decaf coffee they had, and slowly sipped on that. We were fast at picking up the stuff the school sent me to get, we were done by 5:45pm so went to meet my hubby. He was waiting there, looking amazingly hot! He even gave me flowers <3.<.3 lol I didn't care that his cousin was there I hugged him and kissed him good ^^* Which didn't help the need to pee at all. I kinda was getting antsy. He started talking to her which under normal circumstances is fine but this time that's gotta wait!! I pulled him by his arm saying I need your input on the gift I want to get her in private! I was desperate, so desperate that even a tiny dribble of pee escaped as I tugged on him. She left and told us she'll be at the carolers listen to Christmas music. Good! ^^' He was about to ask where we were going, I lead him behind an alley with some dumpsters. (romantic I know lol) and I grabbed his hand and placed it on my private area. "I need to go so bad!" I moaned, trying to hold it. I was almost like jogging in place, moving up and down, having to pee so bad!! My hands were trembling at this point, with one hand I was trying to find his zipper to his pants lol, as I guided his one hand in a rubbing position. His manhood wasn't hard to find but getting it out was. I began to pee uncontrollably as he rubbed good. I tried giving him a hand job but I was having a hard time keeping balance. Oh sweet relief! I sighed as pee came rushing out. I kept his hand firmly where it was at. He started poking with his finger some which added to my turned on state. I managed to finish. I was dripping wet, and my pink thong was very obvious thru my white skirt. He hiked up my skirt and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he gave it to me good ! Way way to good! He covered my mouth and I bit, it only added to the climax. After we finished I grabbed my bag and changed my skirt. No one would know the difference ^^' (Not even his cousin suspected a thing and she has an eye for stuff like that ^^* )
    2 points
  4. I wrote this on a request from diaperwetboy101. Usually, I just share requests through messages, but I really like his ideas, and I'm not going to get a chance to post anything else for awhile, so I thought I'd put this up. The length was getting a bit out of control, so it's not much of an ending. Enjoy, and happy holidays! ***** “Molls, where’s my Kindle?” “One sec, Bridey,” Molly grunted in reply as she rifled through her sister’s backpack in the overhead bin. She tried to quell her irritation at her younger sister. Logically, Bridey should’ve taken out the Kindle before she’d handed the backpack to Molly to put up, but the 13-year-old wasn’t quite as accustomed to air travel as Molly was. Molly’s hand finally closed around the e-reader, and she pulled it out to hand to Bridey. The younger girl murmured her thanks, then pressed herself back into her aisle seat so Milly could squeeze by. Liam, Molly and Bridey’s 14-year-old brother, was already nestled into the window seat; on the big 747 plane, the siblings had three seats on the left side, up against the bathrooms halfway back in economy. Molly didn’t relish the idea of sitting in a middle seat for the 15-hour flight from Melbourne to Los Angeles, but, at 18, she figured her responsibility as the oldest sibling was to voluntarily accept the discomfort, rather than arguing with the two younger ones over it. The Rogan siblings were on their way back home from spending a month in Australia with their grandparents, who had moved overseas two years ago for retirement. Now that Molly had graduate and Liam and Bridey were both in their teens, their parents had determined that the kids were responsible enough to accept their grandparents’ invitation to spend part of their summer across the Pacific. The teens had enjoyed themselves; though they’d been to Mexico with their parents, none had ever been to another continent. It was technically winter in Australia, but the late July-early August weather had been mild and cooperative. The three teens, by virtue of their own youth, had adjusted fairly well to the extreme time difference, but now, faced with the prospect of a half-day flight and functional travel back in time (the flight departed at 9 PM from Melbourne and was schedule to land at 5 PM on the same day in California), they were already testy and tired. Sure, the plane was well-equipped with movies and games at each seat, but it was far less exciting being on a flight back to “real life” than it was going the other direction, toward a month of international vacation. So Molly was doing her best to placate her younger brother and sister, or at least keep them from further irritation. Really, Liam and Bridey weren’t bad kids. Liam was quiet and sweet, a modest result of being raised with two sisters. Bridey certainly had a bit of the princess attitude that came with being the baby of the family and a girl, but she admired her two older siblings and was secretly grateful to have been so seamlessly included in their adventures over the past month. All settled into their seats, the Rogans began the modern process of pulling out headphones and arranging their electronic entertainment. After enjoying the novelty of the amenities of a trans-Pacific flight on the way over, Liam and Bridey weren’t quite as keen to stay up the entire time and explore all of the movie and game options on the seat-back screens. They were both planning on staying awake only long enough to check out the dinner service, then try to sleep away a large portion of the flight. Molly looked to her left and right at her younger brother and sister. They seemed to be relaxing a bit after the comparative stress of getting through airport security. She could tell they were both tired, and she hoped they’d both sleep well. Because she wouldn’t. Molly wasn’t planning on sleeping at all. She’d managed to stay awake through a combination of coffee and movies on the flight over and had breathed a huge sigh of relief. She hadn’t fallen asleep, which means she hadn’t wet herself. As much as she hated saying it, or even thinking it, Molly still wet the bed. Well, “still” wasn’t really the right word, because she’d only started a few years ago; it’s not like she’d never been dry at night. Nor did she wet every night – it was a few times per week, and with no discernable pattern. Not that either of those facts were any consolation to the soon-to-be college freshman. Her grandparents had been duly informed of her “little problem,” and thankfully, had enough guest bedrooms that Molly got a room to herself, where she could change into and out of her pullups without her siblings seeing. Liam and Bridey weren’t cruel; Molly just couldn’t bear the thought of her younger siblings finding out that their older sister was a bedwetter. So she had no plans to sleep on the plane. Of course she’d used the restroom in the airport before getting on the plane, and she didn’t intend to drink a whole lot at dinner, but it wasn’t worth the risk to fall asleep. After what seemed like ages, the plane finally took off, headed northeast across the Pacific. The Rogan siblings each chose a movie to keep themselves occupied. Liam and Bridey were already groggy, barely moving in their seats; Molly chose an action film in an effort to keep herself more engaged. Within an hour, the dinner service came around, and the teens chose meals (pasta for Molly, beef for Liam and Bridey). Bridey’s eyelids drooped as she picked over her food; Molly knew she’d be out soon, but she didn’t push. Telling a 13-year-old that they looked tired had about the same success rate as telling a toddler the same thing. Liam weakly smiled in thanks to Molly as she grabbed his tray to hand over to the flight attendant who came around for clean-up. Molly knew he’d be asleep soon, too. She was glad that her siblings would sleep well, but the idea of entertaining herself and staying awake with no help from Liam or Bridey after only an hour and a half was daunting. Bridey’s eyes were closed not long before the cabin lights were dimmer, leaving the passengers in darkness, save for a few still-active screens. The younger girl curled on her right side, away from Molly, her small frame folding easily into the confines of the economy seat. On Molly’s other side, Liam leaned his seat back, also turning slightly to his right, though not quite as coiled as Bridey. Both had the thin, yet somehow effective, airline blankets pulled over their laps. Molly sighed softly. She turned the brightness of her screen down so as not to disturb her siblings. She finished the movie that she’d paused during dinner, then chose another. And then another. It wasn’t even halfway through the flight by the time Molly finished the third movie, and her energy was rapidly diminishing. Aside from a few semi-conscious changes in position, Liam and Bridey hadn’t moved beside her. …maybe just a nap, Molly thought. She hadn’t drunk very much; she didn’t even think she could pee right now if she tried. It was such a long flight. She’d just close her eyes for a bit and relax. Meditate. Inhaling deeply, Molly pulled her own blanket around her body and leaned her head back. Sleep overtook Molly like an avalanche. She didn’t meditate; she didn’t just close her eyes. She was out, fallen into the deepest stages of sleep almost immediately. For several hours, the siblings slept in a row, blissfully unaware of their fairly uncomfortable surroundings. Bridey’s small frame and the innate knowledge that they were sitting with family and thus didn’t necessarily have to abide by the socially-inflicted invisible barriers between seats made sleep a bit more free. They each wriggled and turned, able to position themselves comfortably without fully waking. Eventually, Molly turned on her right side, angling toward Bridey. She drew her knees up beside her, bending into a fetal position. Moments later, perhaps driven by the disturbance from Molly’s shift, Liam rocked sideways, his right hand flopping down onto his sister’s seat. Minutes later, in those exact positions, Molly’s worst nightmare came true. Triggered by whatever terrible betrayal of the link between her mind and bladder had been plaguing her nights for the past few years, Molly slowly began to wet her pants. Urine tickled from between her legs, creating a small stream down the back of her right thigh. Before long, the hot liquid crept onto the faux-leather airline seats, creating a warm, irregular puddle. As Molly’s bladder continued to empty, that puddle grew in size, inching toward Liam’s resting hand. In seconds, the fluid streamed between his fingers, enveloping the palm of his hand in wet heat. Everyone who’s ever seen a movie about summer camp (or who has pulled the prank themselves) knows what happened. The warm liquid around Liam’s hand set off a primal signal in his brain, and he started to have an accident. In an unexpected imitation of his sister, Liam released his bladder into his jeans, a lukewarm stain growing from his crotch. His legs were spread slightly, and urine leaked down the inside of his left leg, pooling slightly on the seat before being reabsorbed into his jeans. For several seconds of overlap, the two elder Rogan siblings both wet themselves in their sleep. And while his sister urinated through her jeans, and his hand sat in her puddle, provoking the emptying of his own bladder, Liam dreamt. He dreamt that he was sitting in his grandparents’ living room with them and his siblings. They were watching a movie, and everyone seemed relaxed. Liam was on the couch, sitting against the left arm. Molly was next to him, on the middle cushion, and Bridey was on the right. In the dream, Liam realized that he had to go to the bathroom. But he didn’t move to get up. Something about the dream made him feel comfortable, and dream-Liam decided that there was nothing wrong with just going in his pants. It was OK, he thought. People did this. It happened. He was so comfy; there was no need to get up. In real life, dozens of social and physical restrictions would have severely inhibited Liam’s ability to release his bladder while sitting on a couch, or prevented it outright. But this was a dream, and almost as soon as he made the decision, dream-Liam started to pee. He glanced down and saw darkness spreading across his lap. It felt good, relaxing – like the most natural thing in the world to be peeing into his pants on his grandparents’ couch. But in the dream, Grandma Maeve noticed the stain on Liam’s lap. “Oh, honey,” she cried sympathetically, getting up from her chair. “What happened, sweetheart?” Roused by Grandma’s words, everyone else in the room looked at Liam. No one laughed, or gasped, or otherwise gave any indication of surprise. They all just compassionate, full of pity for the poor 14-year-old who had wet his pants. Dream-Liam no longer felt comfortable and natural. Now, he felt remorseful, stupid. Overcome with the tender reaction of his family, he started to cry. The dream-crying startled Liam awake with a quiet gasp. He jerked slightly, pulling his hand from the small puddle on Molly’s seat before he had a chance to register it. A soft growl emanated from the back of his throat as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. He still felt tired, so he wasn’t sure why he’d woken so suddenly. He twisted slightly in his seat… And stopped abruptly. There was something wrong. His jeans were too heavy on his thighs, and they chafed. Breathless, Liam gingerly reached his hand under his blanket, where, to his absolute horror, he was greeted with the feel of rapidly cooling drenched denim. His breaths were shallow, on the edge of hyperventilation. He was still so tired, and he was on a crowded plane, and he’d somehow had an accident. It was so different than the dream. He hadn’t made the decision to pee in his pants, and no one was watching him, pitying or otherwise, but Liam still started to cry. He tried to keep quiet, conscious of the hundreds of sleeping people around him, but he couldn’t stop the tears leaking from his eyes or the shuddery, uneven breaths rippling through his chest. It was this sound that awakened Molly. She rolled onto her back, inadvertently sitting in and quickly soaking the remainder of her puddle into the seat of her pants. The relative warmth of the seat and her pants meant that she didn’t notice the additional wetness right away, but years of bedwetting had conditioned her to immediately check the state of her crotch upon waking. Only this time, she wasn’t in a room by herself, and she hadn’t exactly woken naturally. Instead of her usual hesitant clutch between her legs to examine the fullness (or not) of her pullup, Molly kept her hands from her legs as she simultaneously analyzed several things at once. First, she was still on the plane. Second, she had woken up, which meant that she had been asleep. And if she had been asleep… In the same second that Molly’s hand started to creep toward her lap, she noticed what had apparently woken her: the muted sniffles coming from her left. Any consideration of her own potential wetness was overshadowed (though just barely) by concern for her brother, so Molly tuned toward Liam, albeit while clutching her blanket a bit tighter around her body. “Lee?” she whispered. In the dim, purple nighttime lighting of the cabin, she could see her younger brother trembling, his arms drawn around his torso. Molly shifted slightly in her seat as she gazed at her brother and felt the unmistakable dampness pressing against the back of her legs. She cringed, horrified, but instantly pressed down her own feelings; her brother needed her. Her own problems would have to wait. “Liam,” she repeated softly, a bit worried now. “Lee, what’s wrong?” Liam still didn’t answer, though he whimpered audibly, tilting his right shoulder up toward his ear. Molly was getting anxious. She gently reached out and placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “Buddy, what’s going on?” Liam twitched and drew in a shaky breath. “I-“ he stammered, his voice cracking. “I w-“ He hunched over, hugging himself tighter. “I wet my pants!” he finally gasped in a whisper, squeaking on the last word. Molly’s eyes widened in a way that would have been comical in another situation. She hadn’t had a lot of time to imagine exactly why Liam was upset since waking up, but this never would have crossed her mind. Liam continued crying in Molly’s silence. “I don’t know what happened!” he moaned softly. Molly’s thoughts raced. She had to help Liam – that much was obvious. There were still hours left in the flight; he’d have to change…she’d have to change, too. And if she’d have to change, and if she was really going to help Liam, then she’d have to get up, which meant… “It’s OK, Lee,” Molly soothed, rubbing her brother’s shoulder while quivering internally. Liam only sniffled in response, with no abatement in the tears streaming down his face. “We’ll figure it out,” Molly promised, still keeping her voice low. Liam whimpered in response. “But I’m all wet,” he murmured, his soft voice awash in humiliation. Molly closed her eyes, steeling herself for her next words. “So am I.” Liam blinked, looking over at his sister. He wasn’t quite ready to understand her. “You…did I…?” Molly shook her head. “I h-had an accident too, bud.” Now it was Liam’s turn to widen his eyes. Molly tensed, ready for incredulity, at best, but Liam just said “Do you think there was something in dinner that made us sick?!” Molly let out an unintentional sigh of relief. Liam didn’t know about her bedwetting; of course he wouldn’t think to blame her. He automatically assumed it was some strange coincidence, an unfortunate circumstance that befell them both. “I don’t know,” Molly lied in response. “Maybe.” The knowledge that he wasn’t alone seemed to take the slightest of edge off Liam’s misery, but wetting yourself in public at age 14 wasn’t an easy experience to overcome. “What do we do now?” he asked, his voice still ragged from crying. “We have to change,” Molly replied, hating the idea as much as she knew Liam would. “We can go to the bathrooms and clean ourselves up a bit, and I’ll get some wet paper towels to wipe down the seats.” Even in the relative dark, Molly could see Liam’s face redden fiercely at the plan. “People will see,” he whispered, barely intelligible. Molly squeezed his shoulder, trying to be reassuring, even though she was thinking the exact same thing. “Everyone’s sleeping,” she lied again. “I’ll get the clothes from the backpack, so you don’t have to get up until it’s time to go change.” “OK,” Liam agreed softly, tears still glazing his eyes. He gazed at Molly, silently conveying his gratitude that she was falling on this metaphorical grenade. Giving Liam one last comforting pat on the shoulder, Molly took a deep breath and pushed herself out of her seat. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. She carefully climbed over Bridey, who was still curled sideways in her seat. Molly tried to be as quiet as possible as she reached up to open the overhead bin. The snap of the latch seemed unaccountably loud to Molly, and she felt her cheeks burning in humiliation. She knew anyone behind her would be able to see the big, obvious stain down the back of her jeans. She tried to be quick as she ruffled through her and Liam’s respective backpacks, pulling out the change of clothes they had each thankfully packed. It was only after she reached into her own backpack that she realized that a) she didn’t know how much of his outfit Liam needed – had his shirt gotten wet? And b) she didn’t know if he had packed underwear in his carry-on. Aware of every passing second with wet denim pressing against her lower half, Molly just grabbed the two knapsacks whole and pulled them down. She gestured to Liam to get up, ready to pass his backpack to him as soon as he reached the aisle. Liam stood reluctantly, but stumbled in the narrow space, jarring Bridey as he caught himself on the back of her seat. The two elder Rogan siblings cringed as Bridey whined into wakefulness. “Molls?” the youngest murmured, squinting. Molly could see Liam’s face flush with new embarrassment, and she felt for him. “It’s OK, Bridey,” Molly whispered. “Go back to sleep.” But 13-year-olds aren’t known for their cooperative tendencies. “What’s going on?” Bridey slurred sleepily, not wanting to be left out. “It’s nothing, sweetie, just go back to sleep,” Molly pleaded quietly, but it was too late – Bridey had already turned to look at Liam, who was still standing, awkwardly braced over her, where the wetness down the front of his jeans was glaringly obvious. Now all three siblings were blushing furiously, both for themselves and with residual humiliation for each other. Bridey opened her mouth to ask for an explanation, then thought the better of it. “It’s OK, Bridey,” Molly repeated, with even less conviction. “We’re fine.” Bridey clearly didn’t believe her (neither did Liam, for that matter), but she drew her legs onto the seat so Liam could pass. He did, studiously avoiding eye contact, and grabbed his backpack from Molly, quickly holding it in front of his crotch for the 2 foot walk to the bathroom. Molly watched unnecessarily to make sure Liam got into the restroom, then turned back to Bridey. “It’s fine, Bridey. I promise. Just go back to sleep, sweetie. We’ve still got a long way to go.” Bridey nodded reluctantly, still red, but Moly knew that the younger girl would be unlikely to fall back asleep for a while, at least not until Molly had wiped down the seats and she and Liam had sat back down. Knowing there was little else she could do to explain to Bridey why her two older siblings had both wet themselves, she turned into the other bathroom, pulling the small, folding door shut behind her. In the harsh fluorescent light, Molly slumped against the wall. She finally glanced at her watch, trying to figure out exactly how long she’d been asleep. It’d been about 3 hours, at her count, meaning that they still had over 5 hours left in the flight. Molly supposed she was grateful that at least it wasn’t late enough for the cabin lights were on. Molly didn’t allow herself to sulk for long – she still had to clean the seats, after all. She stripped off her soaked jeans and underwear, quickly running a paper towel under the faucet in an attempt to wipe some of the stickiness off her legs. Even after running over her legs with the cool towel, she felt gross and childish. She knew she didn’t have a chance of truly feeling better until she got home and showered. As she changed, her thoughts drifted to Liam. As far as she knew, he’d never wet the bed before. And she knew it was highly unlikely that anything he ate would cause him to have an accident. And for both of them to wet themselves at practically the same time… Molly drew in a wheezy breath of realization. She’d been on her side, and Liam had been next to her…what if his hand had been on her seat and her…? For the first time, tears sprung in Molly’s eyes. She had no real evidence that Liam had wet himself because of her accident, but it all made too much sense to ignore. She felt terrible. It was bad enough peeing her pants in front of her siblings and a plane full of strangers, but to make Liam have an accident, too? The shame of it all was suffocating. Again, Molly didn’t have time to waste feeling sorry for herself. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to face Liam, knowing what she knew now, but she had to go back out and clean the seats before he got back, so he didn’t have to stand, waiting. Attempting to calm herself with a shuddery breath, Molly pulled up her clean pants and ran her hands under the cold trickle of water from the sink. She balled up her soiled clothes, doing her best to keep the wetness on the inside, and opened the bathroom door. A quick glance showed her that Liam hadn’t returned to their row, so she grabbed a fistful of paper towels, dampened them in the sink, and went to wipe down their seats. Bridey wasn’t bothering to pretend to be asleep and was sneaking questioning looks toward her sister. Molly futilely attempted a smile in return, before deciding it was best to just keep cleaning. Fortunately, there wasn’t much to do; the seats were the fake leather kind, so her mess and Liam’s had pretty much all been reabsorbed into their pants. Still, she wanted to make sure they weren’t sitting in any residual stickiness. As if cleaning your own pee off an airplane seat wasn’t bad enough, Molly jumped slightly when a flight attendant appeared at her elbow. “Is everything OK, miss?” Molly bit the inside of her lip; she felt like every inch of her skin was flaming red with embarrassment. She once again glanced toward Liam’s bathroom to make sure he wasn’t coming out. “I-I’m sorry,” Molly stammered softly. “My…my brother and I…we…we…had…there was an accident.” The flight attendant simply nodded. You don’t fly hundreds of round trips without seeing a few wetting episodes here and there (albeit, usually from children younger than Molly seemed to be). “Are you both alright?” she asked. Impossibly, Molly blushed even harder. “Yes,” she responded. “I just…thought you should know. In case…you had to change the seats.” “We’ll make a note of it when we land, unless you’d like us to try to find you new seats now.” Molly quickly shook her head, wanting nothing more than this interaction to be over. “No, thank you, we’ll be fine.” The flight attendant nodded again, giving Molly a kindly pat on the arm before walking away. Molly exhaled, relieved. She ignored Bridey’s plaintive stare, gathered the wet paper towels, and disposed of them in the bathroom. When she turned around, she saw the opposite door finally open. Liam’s watery gaze met her own. She was sure he’d been crying the entire time, and her stomach twisted with guilt. Liam had his wet pants clutched in a messy ball; his backpack was slung over his shoulder. “What do I do?” his hands jerked slightly, indicating the soiled pants. Molly had left her own messy clothes on her seat with her backpack after she’d wiped off the pee, but thankfully, she’d thought of a plausible solution. “We can use the plastic wrapping from the blankets.” Liam nodded, simultaneously grateful for Molly’s handling of the situation and ashamed that it was necessary. Haltingly, he stepped behind her as she reached past Bridey – still awake, but deliberately avoiding eye contact – to grab the plastic wrapping they’d stuffed in the seatback pockets. The siblings stood next to each other, carefully, abashedly wrapped their pee-stained clothes in thin, industrial plastic before shoving the incriminating evidence into their bags. Beneath her shame, Molly noticed just how tall Liam had gotten over the summer. He was nearly taller than her now, a fact that renewed the lump in her throat. Her brother was growing into a man, and she’d made him pee himself. Molly suppressed a sob as she took Liam’s backpack from him and returned it to the overhead bin, then followed him back over Bridey to their seats. It felt like ages, but it had really only been about 15 minutes since Molly woke up. There were still over five hours left until they landed, and far more until they got through customs and were able to get back home. Beside her, Liam was still trembling and sniffing. He felt the same as Molly – that he was gross and childish and unclean. Heart sinking, Molly put her arm around her brother. “Th-thanks, Molls,” Liam whispered. “Thanks for taking care of everything.” Molly’s stomach was in knots; she didn’t know that she would ever get over what she’d done to Liam. “It’s OK, Lee,” she promised. “Just try to go back to sleep, bud. We’ll be home soon.”
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  5. Hi Friends! So let me tell you a thing! I've recently been put on a muscle relaxer to help with some back pain. Very low dose for bedtime, all it should really do is relax me to help with the pain. We didn't take into account that I am VERY sensitive to medication. I was warned it would make me drowsy before bed and a bit groggy in the morning, but wow. I have one hour after taking this stuff to get my ass in bed, and there it stays until morning. Now, I'm the kind of person who is up 1-2 times every night to pee. And not a little 'while I'm up I might as well pee'. No, freaking torrent of pee once, maybe twice a night, then again when I get up. Because of this medicine I slept through the night. It's a miracle I didn't flood the bed. I did wake up with the freaking biggest bladder bulge of my life and leaking little spurts. My panties and night pants were wet and a constant little drip was coming out like a dripping faucet. I was so unimaginably full. I managed to get to the toilet and take the biggest piss of my life. I've since reduced fluids around bedtime to avoid an accident. I sleep with a towel under me for added protection. I still wake up every morning with my back teeth floating, but not as bad as the first morning. It was really exciting to be so full that it was dribbling out without me having any control. If I was living alone I'd certainly have an extra glass of water or two before bed to find my morning's result. Unfortunately I'm stuck playing it safe for now.
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  6. Amazing pics in there ^^ Long time I didn't post something there, so I'd put this one here. Despite my pants being damped at this point, I still needed to pee. Was taken about six months ago.
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  7. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5852c15bd9fd1 In the first one, a girl wets her beige pants in the toilet. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5852c0ff11ff9 Here a girl wets her blue jeans in front of the window. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5852bffc3ce04 And in the last one, girl wets her blue jeans in the shower. (I think it's the same girl in the three videos, but I'm not sure) Hope you will enjoy the videos! Btw check the other videos from the same uploader, he has good collection.
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  8. Well, I for one support Sunny taking as long as she wants/needs to provide each update to this wonderful story. I don't get what you mean by "should" -- it doesn't seem to me like she owes you anything... and she's hasn't even been on in over a month.
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  9. I've done 2 pics for you
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  10. Hi everyone! As you already know, @k_nor won the second Kozmo-Lotto! Their request was to hold at the movies. I did so, and I unfortunately...er...did not make it through the whole movie. Oops. Anyway, here's how that day went. I was spending a weekend at a friends house when this happened. I knew what movie I wanted to see (I was planning to see one that weekend anyway), the movie being Ouija: Origin of Evil. I made an excuse to my friends, saying I needed to run some errands and I'd be back. Before leaving said friends place, I grabbed one of those new weird green cokes to go (Coca Cola Life or something) and set off on my way home. When I got back to my place, which was empty, I threw my now empty can away and made a cup of tea to sip at while I picked out my outfit. All the winner specified was tight jeans, so I went with my tightest pair which is pretty light blue in color, and decided on my Walking Dead T-Shirt, which is black with the shows logo on the front, and hugs me pretty well. I guess now that I'm getting into outfit its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE! Believe it or not, my hair is just flat out not black anymore, a very recent dye-job puts it at a dark red, but at the time it was still a brown akin to how it was last time I told a story (I delayed writing this a bit lol.) in other news my skin is still pretty pale, I'm still in the 5'5-5'9 area (probably closer to the former) and still between like 100-110 ish in pounds. I am a tiny girl, this is in no way healthy. In addition to what I wore above, I threw on a beanie and a Deadman Wonderland wristband and painted my nails black to match the aesthetic that was forming...I returned to my 16 year old punk girl self for a day (I'm 21 now) and wore a tight black belt with a silver butterfly buckle on the front. If you care about underwear for any reason, I had a matching sleek set of black/red bra and panties. I'm a color synergy kind of person, through and through. By the time I had finished this outfit and put it all on, I had 2 cups of tea. I was starting to feel myself fill, which meant by the time I arrived for the film, I'd be kind of antsy. No doubt that's the way it was intended to be though. ~ I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and set out. The drive to the theater was interesting. I knew I wasn't THAT full yet as I headed there, even as I was downing water with the intention of it being gone by the time I got there. It was due to the fact that not only was my seatbelt tight on me, the belt of my also tight pants had a grip to it too. It was like I had locked my lower body in a vice grip. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had a bouncy knee that I was trying to ignore, the general feeling of constriction causing regular pangs of need. That was actually what had me inclined to pull my old hoodie out of the back and take it with me...Just in case I had to tie it around my waist in an emergency (Spoiler alert: It ends up being used in exactly that way. Foresight, people!) So I got in, and you can buy your tickets at the concession stand, so I went up there and got my ticket and favorite combo, with a twist. In addition to my ticket for Ouija, I got my standard Hotdog & Nacho combo, but I did what I actually always do...Upsized the drink! See, I go to the theaters a LOT, and when you upsize your drink to the highest size, it comes in a big collector cup with a figure/topper for whatever the big film is this time of year. I actually have a collection of these...So far I have batman and his cup (BVS) Iron Man and his cup (Civil War), all 4 ninja turtles and their respective cups, the starship enterprise cup...You get the idea. This time, I was very excited to see a Doctor Strange cup topped with a figure of the man himself to add to my collection. I was there for a bit though, things were running slow, so by the time he actually got around to filling the damn thing I was standing there, legs slightly crossed with my nails impatiently tapping back and forth on the counter. I KNOW the guy could feel my eyes drilling holes into him, and seeing and hearing him fill up the cup that EASILY holds more than a liter that I knew would be inside me soon filled my lower body with a nervous sense of urgency that was really hard to ignore, but I had to remember I was here for Omo-Org! No going to the bathroom here, no exceptions. Eventually I had my food and drink, and proceeded to the theater itself. I picked a seat that was fairly secluded away from mobs of people, and chipped away at my nachos and had a few sips of my massive rootbeer before the movie began. Neat trailers, good stuff, yadda ya. I gotta say that movie by Jordon Peele, Get Out, looks like its gonna be damn spooky, can't wait to see it. So the movie starts, its a very exorcisty movie, I'm not going to give too many spoilers, just know that Doris is the creepiest horror movie little girl I've ever seen. It felt like the pressure in my bladder was growing with the tension and arc of the movie itself, constantly washing down my food with way too much rootbeer was not helping that at all. By the time the frights and scares were in full swing, I was sitting in my seat, legs crossed and squeezing together while my hands dug their nails into my armrests. I think I was even rocking a little, I had to GO. I don't do number stages, just know I was at that spot where you've gone from holding reliably but very uncomfortably to uncertainty about your composure and ability to hold on. This is really hard to describe, how the two tensions are so different but one and the same, and feed off eachother. DESPERATELY needing to pee, and that feeling you get in the latter half of a horror movie where you can't relax while watching. You can't untense, you can't let your guard down, everything is running at a terrifying high and you can't even afford to blink or a scare could have you screaming, your heart won't stop beating because you know whats coming, the adrenaline pumping through you. You know what I'm trying to say? For me, those two things fed off eachother like a wildfire. The most tense and anxious I got, the worse I needed to pee, and vice versa. It didn't help that having my conscience split between two veeery pressing things was making both things very difficult. I dribbled a couple times throughout the film, but my first substantial leak came, for those who have seen it, after that fateful discussion that is followed by them walking downstairs, only to hear Doris running around the house somewhere. The footsteps and the thing that happened immediately after cause my breath to flat out stop. The focus slipping from my bladder, I almost didn't notice the sudden spreading of warmth in my underwear. I shot my hand between my legs, squeezed my legs together, and had a brief moment of panic while I clamped down. I wasn't intending to lose it there in the theater; best case scenario I was hoping to get out of the building and close to my car (technically friends car I borrowed) before I lost it. I felt between my legs and knew I was pretty wet between the legs, but the darkness of the theater made it so I couldn't see it. Fate had other plans in store for me, however. I let my guard down, likely due to being a trembling, sweaty, desperate and shaking mess trying not to piss myself in a movie theater, but letting my guard down is my fault nonetheless. For I sat there, hands between my legs as I frantically rocked, hoping it would end, when one of the movies bits caught me off guard. For who expects for a character to close a door, only for a little girl with white eyes to be on the ceiling like a spider directly above them? If you've seen this film, you know the scene. I SCREAMED, my hands shot to my face and my legs locked together, and I horribly lost control of my bladder and started peeing my pants in an instant. The second I felt my floodgates burst and the warm wetness VIOLENTLY spreading all over my ass and underneath me I lurched forward, shuddering a ton as I shoved my hands between my legs again to grip myself for dear life, swearing under my breath and verbally commanding myself to stop, to stop peeing, as I pressed down as hard as I could, but with the pressure my bladder was under combined with the feeling of relief, my body was having none of it. I couldn't shut the gates, no matter how many times I threw one leg over the other, shook, shuddered, moaned under my breath trying to stop it, the feeling of my hands and my lower body soaking, and still continually being drenched, was far too much. My seat was squishy and saturated, and I could hear it soaking all the way through the chair and pouring onto the floor. By the time I was done I thought I had created a new ocean. I stood up as subtly as I could, tied my sweater around my waist and sat in the next chair over until the movie was over. I started to feel an extreme guilt. I didn't mean to wet myself here, and I'm one of the biggest advocates of not having other people deal with the consequences of your fetish activities. I cannot begin to describe the guilt I felt. I pulled myself together though, and reminded myself that I did not intend for this to happen here. This was an accident, in multiple meanings of the word. I decided the least I could do is tell the worker...but not THAT part. I poured some of my rootbeer I had left on the seat, and some into the puddle I had left on the floor. With the cup I had, a mess of this magnitude would be likely. There was a dude with a bin and a mop waiting for people to leave the theater, and it was time to put my cuteness into action! I sheepishly approached him with a shy vibe and the exchange went something like.. "Hey...um...excuse me..." "Hm?" "I..u-uhm...spilled my drink where I was sitting...and I made a bit of a mess..." it was at this point I gestured to my gigantic Doctor Strange cup I was holding. "Oh don't worry about it! Stuff happens you know? Its my job, don't worry I'll take care of it, have a nice night!" He seemed kind of blushy and non-eyecontacty. Mission accomplished. Being cute gets you out of trouble.~ My hoodie took care of my backside, though I knew my upper thighs and crotch area were dark so I dangled my purse in front of me down there, and walked out as unassumingly as I possibly could, and took a long way around the parking lot to the car. I don't know if anyone looked at me or in my direction, I was purposefully avoiding looking at people so they didn't feel inclined to look back at me. I laid out the towel I had brought with me across the seat for obvious reasons, and drove back home to change, gather some things, before heading back to my friends place (picked up some whiskey and stuff on the way, because all night drunk movie marathon!) And so, another Kozmo-Lotto Contract was fulfilled. I hope you all enjoyed my story! MAKE SURE TO LIKE SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE AND FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @KZUMUFOX-- Kidding, this isn't youtube LOL! But as always, please leave feedback if you have it. I like to know how well I'm contributing to the community, and if there's things either in my writing or my actions that result in writing that I need to work on. Hell, who am I kidding, say anything you want to say.~ drop a comment or even shoot me a message, I love hearing from everyone, as always. I love you all! I hope everyone is having a nice day.~ P.S if you saw the movie what'd you think? I really enjoyed it, way better than the first film.
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  11. one of the best videos i have ever seen.. girl pees on and off for 10 minutes while touching herself.. sorry if it is a repost http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/I-Saved-It-Up-For-Playtime-27472491
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  12. From my memories... It wasn't my first wetting, But It doesn't matter... So Without further waiting... Let's get started If my memories are exact, I was already into omorashi at the time, even if i was like 14... It happened at one of my friend's Birthday party. The Party was at first glance, a normal 14 years old birthday party. Until someone said : "Hey Girls! I have an idea, we should play truth or dare!" As stupid as I was, I was the first one to agree... At first, the game was normal, With the usual dares like "swap clothing with ______, Kiss the person next to you, Etc" Until... that moment As the game lasted very long, I was starting to get desperate. Someone must have noticed, because the next person that gave me a dare said to me:ç "Hey Dawn(My Name) You look like you need to go to the bathroom...Why don't you go?" I said "Thank you" and started to get up " Before she stoped me by saying : "I think you didn't understood.what i meant,.. I was actually daring you to pee your self" As I was a big fan of Omorashi, I didn't hesitated much before soaking myself, It felt so good... But my friends reaction felt so bad,,, Comment If you wanna know what happened next
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  13. Hello, people! My name is Cheshire. Certainly, not my real name, but that's the name i'm giving you as of right now. I've had an account on here for a while and I just read things. I didn't comment on anything. I just read. And I wanted to post something for other people to read. Today, I started a hold without knowing. My siblings had a basketball game, which I attended. I went to the bathroom there at about 3:20 in the afternoon. That was the last bathroom visit of the day. I got home, made food, at the food and grabbed 4 juices and drank them all in quick succession. I assume you know the strain that will hit your bladder. My bladder isn't weak per say. I'm the person in my family who would rather wait two hours until I get home rather than use public bathrooms, so I can hold. It was around 8pm when I felt anything and I was simply too lazy to get up to move towards the bathroom. I dared myself to hold until 2am. I succeeded in that and then held on as long as I could after. I went too the bathroom, where I proceeded to do the pee dance until I pissed myself because I wanted to pee on myself. I did record the pee dance and the accident if you wanna see that. I think that if you listen close enough, you can hear when I start to pee... MVI_0434.MOV
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  14. After a few attempts, I finally gathered enough courage to stage an accident in front of a friend. She and I have jokingly talked about wettings in the past and usually the conversation going the way of either me or her wetting and then ending on a laugh. It started with me shooting her a text in the morning, asking if she had dinner plans. I didn't get a respond for several hours, so I hadn't planned on it happening. Right before I get off work, low and behold I get a response from her. She was busy during the day but surprised me by saying that she could meet me for dinner. We talked a bit about what we should eat. If I had wanted to have a wetting happen, I needed liquid courage. We decided on an Asian joint that served some alcohol. At this point, I'm starting to get excited. I couldn't decide on what to wear, so a friend on this site recommended me wearing my white jeans. Since it was a casual dinner, I just threw on a gray sweatshirt and tennis shoes to complete my ensemble. She ended up picking me up and we headed out. She was wearing a black jacket and blue colored skinny jeans. We made small talk while driving to the restaurant. When we were seated, I had immediately started on hydrating myself with tea. We ordered a soup and some soju, along with some other dishes. We continued to chitchat, but she did comment that "I hope you don't pee your pants" from drinking alcohol. I jokingly answered her with a question, "Well, what if I did?" She started laughing and replied that I'd have to take a taxi home. We both laughed it off and continued to b.s. We both wanted to make sure she could handle the drive back, so we ended up staying there for about an hour and a half. I remember that I actually interrupted her once to go to the restroom. I didn't really want to go because I wanted to save it all, but I knew that it would probably be more fun to hold it because for me, I have a LOT more difficult time holding it after my seals have broke. In my semi buzzed state, I actually remember that it wasn't a lot of pee that came out lol. As soon as I got sat back down, I started to re-hydrate myself. We finished maybe 30-40 minutes later, and I must've drank maybe 5-8 cups of tea. We started going back to her car and that's when things got interesting. Having gone to the restroom once weakened my ability to hold my bladder. While sitting, my bladder must've have been "L" shaped. After standing and leaving, the liquid must've filled up the bladder and drooped it down. The outside temperature was pretty cold, which constricts all my muscles, including my bladder. Getting into her super cold car, squishing my bladder in a seated position made me uncomfortable, but I thought I could work in my favor. Before she started driving, she asked if I was gonna wet my pants, and I told her maybe, in a joking manner. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, but all I remember was that all of a sudden, it felt like someone just kicked my bladder. I had immediately scrunched up my legs and told my friend that I had to go relieve myself. She was getting worried that I would've messed up her seats with my pee, so she offered to pull over. Of course, the road we're on is a main street with lights and houses everywhere--whipping it out in public could brand me a sexual offender, which I told her I would much rather wet myself then face the consequences. She must've started panicking because she was driving while looking at the GPS, in hopes of making it back home before I wet myself. What's worse, the road back to my place was different, so we circled around a little bit before we found the freeway. She started speeding, which I told her not to--mostly because I wanted to keep holding, but also for both of our safeties. The roads were bumpy, and it really put a strain on my bladder. I remember that I had my legs together, knees bent, with my hand jammed into my crotch. I didn't care if she saw it. I myself was a bit turned on by the whole pose and situation lol. Anyway, since my omo friend earlier had told me to go commando, I could feel my hand gripping on to my manpiece, trying not to pee. At this point, I know that an explosion is imminent. Once we got to the exit, she barely missed a stop sign and braked hard. Perfect! The seatbelt latched on and the lapbelt really smashed into my bladder. A gush of pee came out--I told her that I was taking off my belt. She asked is it because some came out? I painfully replied yes. At this point, my hands are cupping my groin/crotch, and she knows I'm about to lose it. She makes it back to my place and encourages me to go inside and use the restroom. I didn't immediately get out, because I was in so much pain. I think I was starting to pee when I got out of her car, and then I had just lost it. The door closed behind me and I was walking towards the back of her car when I knew that pee was just coming out. I knelt down, thoroughly soaking my jeans. She did a U-turn and then that's when she saw me squatting down. From her driver's window, she asked what happened--I told her that I didn't make it and I just peed my pants! She was shocked, and that's when another car showed up--we hurriedly made our goodbyes and then I went inside. I shot her a text afterwards: Me: Hey...I hope I didn't embarrass u Her: No worries I don't remember a thing Me: Did I get any pee on your seat or seat belt? Her: Hopefully not Me: I don't think so...hopefully. if there is i'll clean it up...anyway, u want to see the damage? lol Her: err...no thanks. Me: <pic> Too bad haha Her: Ewww Me: I know. My white colored jeans are now yellow lol Her: Go wash it then!!! Me: Haha. Can you promise not to tell anyone haha Her: No worries I will tell. Just kidding! Me: Sheesh. If you didn't brake so hard...the seatbelt snagged and smashed my bladder and that was it. Her: Yea sure just blame me Me: No...I don't. I think the alcohol Her: Whatever! Me: So did you realize what was happening when I left your car? Her: What happened? Me: That's when I peed... Her: Yea I saw it Me: Oh wells...again sorry! Hope I didn't embarrass you Her: I won't tell Me: Thanks. Gosh...so embarrassing peeing my pants in front of you. I bet you probably never expected to see something like that Her: True I thought u were just kidding earlier but I saw it. Not sure if I can have u in my car again! Me: Haha fair enough I wish I could've seen her face when I was peeing, but that's okay. I'm fairly happy with what happened.
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  15. Found this video! Wondering if anyone could grab for download. Beautiful girl wetting jeans. http://wettingvideo.ml/video/1763/Daynia-Premiere-Mein-1-Jeans-Piss
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  16. 4 Votes for option 1, and 3 for 2. Julia will do an in between of the two Before we start, I'd like to say three things - Firstly, I'm going away to be for family soon so I might not be able to update, and I certainly won't be able to add illustrations for about a week or two. Secondly, a quick poll: What do you guys prefer? Deliberate wettings, accidental wettings, or just peeing (as in not wetting), or is there anything else you prefer? I'm not particularly good at drawing nudity, but I'll put in the effort if it's what you lot want. Thirdly, another quick poll: Should this story contain any messing in the future? Nothing explicit, by which I mean I won't draw any actual mess, but just like bulges under clothes? Actually I might want to check if that's even allowed with the mods first, but if it is, would you want any? Anyway, on with the story. 'I-I-I have to keep going' Julia says to herself, almost panting. 'M-maybe I'll spot somewhere to g-go...'. She slowly moves forward, each step becoming a struggle under the pang of her ever-filling bladder. She'll find somewhere to go soon.... Julia's slow shuffle slowly declines until she can barely move one foot every few seconds, and she daren't move her hand from her crotch. Right now her hand is holding back a days worth of stored water, though Julia doubts she can keep it in much longer. Lurching forward again, Julia can only beg herself to let go, and achieve the sweet, sweet relief of peeing....Not yet though, she tells herself. 'I-I'm sure there's s-something...just ahead'. 'N-n-not long n-now...' Julia insists to herself. 'M-maybe I could go behind s-some rocks....'. Every inch of Julia is turning against her now, as if her body is rebelling against her brain. Every muscle in her bladder is screaming to pee, but with no where to go, Julia refuses, and she carries on walking. One slow step at a time. 'I-I-I-I c-can't!' Julia stammers, too desperate almost to speak. 'N-n-not any l-longer!'. Julia drops her gun and jams both hands into her crotch, face clenched and thighs pressed together. Julia forces one eye open, in a desperate last attempt to find somewhere to pee. 'T-There!' Julia almost shouts to herself - 'Those r-rocks, there's a hole in them!' A cluster of rocks, barely 10 yards in front of her, at about waist height. 'I-I-It's almost like a real t-toilet!'. The rocks are formed as so she could sit over the hole in them and go into them, and they appear to be water tight. 'I-I-I m-made it!' She says aloud. All she has to do now is actually reach the rocks, undo her belt, and drop her shorts. Then, it will be sweet, sweet relief. Julia goes to drag her right leg forward...But it refuses. 'w-wha-?' Julia asks, stunned at her body's disobedience. She tries again, this time sliding a barefoot an inch or so forward in the coarse dust. 'C-c-c-come on!' she bursts; 'A-a place t-t-to pee, I-I-I can m-make it...' she insists. Her body however, disagrees. 'You're no longer in control' her legs seem to tell her. 'Do you feel in charge?' they ask, and try as she might, Julia can't move them. And then the waves begin. Julia is forced over double as a wave of clenched muscles runs through her - , her toes dig into the dust, her knees and elbows bend, her fingers grab at her body, and her lungs force the air out of them. 'Haahh...' Julia wheezes, as her body takes over. The first wave ends, and Julia can straighten out again, but only for a second - the second wave hits almost immediately. This time her left foot, the one she moved forward, slides back. Her knees bash together, squeezing her hands into her crotch. Sweat forms on Julia's forehead, which reaches waist-height as her muscles force her to bend over again. 'Haaaahhhh.....'. A longer wheeze than the first, and Julia's body is in control over her The second wave ends, and Julia stands up again. She has barely a second to recover, then she feels something new Her bladder. Her bladder feels as if it is heating up, though with no input from Julia. It seems to pulse, each pulse lasting barely half a second but each one warmer than the last. And then the third wave comes. Julia almost swings over double, her feet almost slide as her knees bend, but her toes dig into the dust. Her teeth and eyes clamp shut and then... FSSSHHHT! Her bladder contracts, and a hot jet of pee hissess into Julia's shorts and onto her thighs, followed by a gentle patter as it hits the ground. 'GAHH!' She yelps, the shock of the hot dampness almost enough to force Julia's body back under her control. The spurt lasts only a second or two, but a notable streak down her right short leg quickly becomes visible. 'Haaahhh, hahh, hahhh,' Julia pants, as she slowly regains control of her upper body. She open her eyes, and quickly assesses herself. 'Nonononnonono, not now, not now come one' Julia jets out of her mouth, suddenly speaking her thoughts aloud. 'I-I-I'm so close, no more, I can make it...' And for a moment, her legs seem to believe her, and Julia lurches another step closer to the toilet-rock. 'No no, what now?' She asks herself, as once again her legs betray her and lock still For a second time, Julia's body takes over again, and another wave of clenching hits her. Like the first time, Julia bends slightly to the pressure, hands clenched and slightly damp in her crotch This time her bladder takes action after the first wave, and the pulsing heat lasts for a lot less time before HSHSHHHTTT! 'Awha haahh....' At this point, not even Julia's mouth is listening to her and she can only mumble as a second hot jet of piss splashes directly onto the fabric of her shorts. Though this time the spurt doesn't quite end - rather it slows to a dribble, the gentle dripping filling the silence as Julia slowly realises she needs to admit defeat 'b-b-but I was so c-close...' She mutters. She could probably spit into the toilet rock right now if her body wasn't in full rebellion mode This time there are no waves, and there is no clenching. Julia's bladder is acting alone this time FSShhhshtt....ffsFSHshshhhttt... Two longer spurts, one after the other Julia doesn't have time to assess her choices, instead her body does it for her. 'Eat shit' seems to be the answer, as after four hot spurts of pee her body won't respond to any order she gives it. Except one. Relax. Julia admits defeat, and gives up on holding back. Her body finally does what she wants, and her bladder quickly proceeds to pour itself against her shorts 'Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh............' For Julia, the world seems to melt away. There is only her and her aching bladder. Julia's eyes roll back, as she lets herself be overcome by relief....The hot shiver that runs up her back....The rewarding sound of her stream of piss jetting into her shorts, streaming down her legs and pattering into the dust. The warmth as the puddle embraces the soles of her bare feet. The beautiful submission of her shorts as hot piss soaks its way into every fibre it can reach... What she wouldn't give for that moment to last forever... The stream shows no sign of slowing after half a minutes, and by now Julia is already soaked. Her shorts are water-logged, her thighs, shins, calves and feet glisten in the evening sun. Her feet are slowly enveloped by the warm mud she helped create. Julia can feel the hot wet patch spread up as far as the top of her backside, and as wide as the sides of her legs, almost travelling the whole width of each short leg. Wherever her shorts are soaked the drip, and she revels in the rewarding feeling of each drip falls onto her bare legs and feet, as if thanking her to be set free. Warm steam envelops her, and with it the strangely pleasant smell of her own pee. 'So, so good...' she admits, smiling and shivering with glee. Julia slides her already damp left hand into her shorts and over her quietly hissing stream, letting the hot liquid run into through her fingers. Pressing her hand onto the stream the pee bursts from her hand and onto her inner thighs. Julia closes her eyes as she lets a finger slide into her pussy, then back out again, the stream of piss still going strong. Julia drops her bag and slumps herself against the very rocks she was so desperate to reach barely a minute ago and undoes her belt, still peeing all the while. As the hot piss puddles around Julia's bottom, she leans back, closes her eyes and begins to rub herself, splashing pee as she does. Feeling so good as she does right now, she finishes almost as soon as her stream does, and her body spasms and pulses again, this time in the hot clutch of an orgasm 'Haaaahhhhhh.........' Julia moans, as she begins to sober up. A quick look around, and the world floods back to Julia, a much less welcome flood than her last one. Julia takes stock of her surroundings: Julia is sat against some rocks in her own puddle, shorts flung open and soaked with gently steaming piss. Her legs and lower back are soaked, and dust clings to her wherever she touched the ground. Having sat in her puddle, the base of back of her shirt is also damp. The warm odour of fresh piss replaces the dusty smell the valley has had until now. Julia's bag lies inches away from her first puddle, the strap however lies entirely in the puddle, soaking it in. Her pistol lies about a foot away from them both. 'Hahhhh...' Julia sighs once more - doubting she'll feel this good again for a long while. She does her shorts up, slings her bag and rifle over her shoulder, and picks up her pistol again. She breathes in deeply, taking in the smell and vapour of her own piss, and the bitter realisation that she has left a huge clue behind as to her whereabouts. 'Oh.' Julia can't bring herself to really feel any regret about this - right now she could die happy having experienced such a great moment, such a powerful orgasm. Nonetheless, she decides it's time to leave. Taking a swig from her canteen, Julia carries on down the valley, leaving wet footprints in her wake. A couple hours down the line and Julia can hear voices. 'No no no,' She hears the first one say, in a deep, cockney voice. 'What you do, is you wet yourself when it's really cold, so it warms you up'. 'No you muppet' Says a second voice, a higher tone and new-york accent, but definitely a man. 'You're meant to wet yourself if you get too HOT. That way when it cools down it keeps you cool'. Julia agrees with the second man, as her shorts, clinging to her dusty thighs, have become rather chilly. She keeps going forward util the valley opens up into a clearing. In the clearing she finds the source of the voices - three men sat around a campfire. One man, the cockney, is about twice the size of most men, and he's carrying two shotguns and a huge bag. The new-yorker is a much smaller man, who carries a sawn-down shotgun and a ratty face. The third man there is silent. He is tall but not lanky, and he is wearing an old gas mask with a hose. The three men notice Julia as she walks past 'Looklooklook Dave' Says the new-yorker to the larger man. 'Here comes someone now' Turning his attention to Julia he shouts: 'Hey, HEY! Over here!'. Looking around and seeing no other option Julia heads over to them and sits down with them 'Look, sorry to bovva you missus' says the huge cockney. 'We wuz jus' wonderin' why you wet yourself' He asks. 'I fink you did it 'cos you was too 'ot.' 'No no' says the new yorker - 'you're to cold, ainthca? That's why you went' Julia is slightly stunned by their questions, but she answers honestly 'uhh, I just couldn't hold it' she tells them, blushing. 'You wot?' says the cockney, confused. 'I guess we'll never find out now' The new yorker says to Dave. 'Still, it's getting late. You wanna camp with us fu' the night? He asks, changing the subject. 'We can give ya' spare clothes as well if ya' want.' 'And a drink or two' adds the cockney, as he takes a swig on a bottle of whiskey. Julia looks around - there don't seem to be much in the way of choices It is getting very late, and there don't seem to be any other places to stay that would be safe, but then again, Julia hardly knows these three men. What does she do? 1: Stay with the men - They offer her her own tent, pyjamas and a place to dry her clothes. She'll go straight to bed. 2: Have a drink with the men - Julia will stay up a while and drink and be merry. She'll go to bed a little later, likely slightly drunk 3: Stay on guard - Take their offer, but don't sleep until the men are asleep first. Julia won't sleep well though, being on guard all night. 4: leave the men behind - Not worth any risk, Julia heads of into the night, with no where to sleep and in cold, clammy shorts. The three men aren't at all violent, though Julia knows they could easily over-power her. Though given that they didn't do so immediately, it's fair to assume these men are safe. It's safer to camp over night with a group than alone as well, and the men seem capable in a fight. The raiders likely won't move at night, so it's worth getting some rest while she can. Julia really could use a change of clothes as well Wow, this was longer than I anticipated. Maybe should have made it two sections. Never mind now though. Like I said earlier, I'll be visiting family soon, so don't expect too many updates or any drawings for a couple weeks or so, but I'll do what I can. Anyway, Julia's wet herself now, she might not need to go for a while, so there's not really a need for illustrations, right? ;^)
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  17. A few more votes this time, and some nice feedback too, thanks for that, I do appreciate it Anyway, back to the story, with most votes going to option 2 Looking down into the valley, Julia decides her best option is to take the path going right - if the raiders do come down they'll be easier to fight behind the large rocks. Julia slings her bag over her shoulder, putting the rifle in the holster on the bag's strap, and begins to walk toward the fork. She starts off with a brisk walk, though she gradually slows down as she becomes more desperate. Julia reaches the fork half an hour after she set off, one hand clutched into her crotch. She really has to go at this point, but she hasn't the time to stop, and she daren't leave a trail. She carries on into the right path. Ten minutes has passed - Step by step the path seems longer and longer, and her bladder feels fuller and fuller. The sun by now is now almost over the horizon, though Julia is certain she sees the occasional movement behind her on the ridge of the valley. Clenching her teeth, she carries on Another ten minutes into her walk into the valley and all Julia can think about is her bladder - How full it is, and how much she'd give just to let it out where she stood, the relief, the happiness... She snaps out of it - she can't pee yet. Hand pressed firmly against her crotch, she groans and carries on walking through the valley, passing the occasional pre-war sign or spent bullet shell A further ten minutes and Julia is hardly shuffling forward - with her bladder so full, each step is a labour. 'I-I have to...' she says aloud. 'I have to keep on going....just a little further now'. She knows she's lying to herself, she has no idea how much further there is left, though the signs and shells are becoming more common Ten minutes more and Julia comes to a standstill. 'I can't...' she breathes. 'Not much...l-longer...'. Deciding it would be futile to carry on, Julia takes note of her surroundings. She's travelled a fair distance down the valley path, and the path has become less stoney but far dustier. If she peed here she might as well leave a note for any raiders following her, the puddle would be so obvious. The cool evening air would also guarantee the puddle would last several hours, perhaps until morning. Down the sides of the valley there have been pre-war road signs, though Julia is certain this valley was never a road. The signs vary from yellow triangles, to red circles, and some with pre-war text on them. Though Julia can't be certain as to what they may say, they seem to be warnings of danger ahead, though Julia assumes the danger isn't still there. Having said that, there are significantly more spent shells than before, and Julia worries there may be a fight ahead. Julia realises she has to pee so much right now she'd barely be able to aim her pistol, never mind her rifle 'Come on Julia' she says aloud to herself. 'Come on...y-you can make it'. Another step forward. 'Not...not t-too far left...'. Another step forward. 'an-and then you can p-pee as m-much as you want...'. Another step forward. 'Just t-think of how good it will b-be....when you d-do finally l-let go...'. Julia thinks about this, how good it will feel when she finally pees - The warm pee running out of her, the soft hiss and the gentle splatter against the flo- 'No stop...I-I can't think too much...about it...I-I might wet myself i-if I do...Though r-right now I can't say that'd b-be a b-bad...t-t-thing....' What should Julia do? 1: Try to keep going - 'Just a l-little further...maybe there's a hole...or-or and old bucket lying around...somewhere, anywhere I could pee!' 2: Look around the local area for something to pee in - 'O-or maybe there's something...something nearby, l-l-like a hole behind some rocks...' 3: Give up and pee on the floor - 'I-I-If have no other ch-choice, I'll could just to go here before I wet myself,,,' 4: Just give up and wet herself - 'Oh god I have to go so bad....I guess I c-could always j-just wet myself....it would f-feel so good...' Julia looks around, she'll have to act quickly if she decides to look for somewhere sensible to go. If she keeps going she might wet herself anyway, and if she can't find a anything nearby she might wet her shorts as well. If she does pee on the floor or into her shorts, the dusty floor will hold the puddle for hours, and the cooling air could make it even longer, meaning she'd leave a trail for any raiders. Looking down at her dusty bare feet, she notices she's left a very slight foot-print trail in the dust, though slight winds help to hide them. If her feet were wet however, she'd leave wet foot-prints that the wind won't be able to hide 'Come on...I have to go so b-bad...there has to be s-somewhere...'
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  18. We have a trampoline, and while I'm a bit too embarrassed to actually jump around on it, I like to sit on it out of sight thanks to our high fence where I can't be seen. When im regressing and pretending to be little it's a great thing to be doing wearing shorts or just underpants and let go, with my legs spread out wide and straight in front of me. The pee pools underneath for a second or two before escaping through the tarp onto the lawn. It really makes me feel like a little kid who has been putting off a toilet break for too long and had an accident while playing. Oops.....
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  19. Hello there, this week end I tried something new in relation with omorashi but it is maybe too much ^^' So, Saturday I want to experiment with my omo fetish and have fun so I just kept drinking small quantities of water, orange juice, coffee and I even prepared some cocktails the plan was to: -hold until before going to bed -try to know if alcohol really interfere with my ability to keep control of my bladder (I really have no tolerance for alcohol beverage I remember when I was younger I just drank one glass and I felt like the world was turning around me) And well the day went on like any other Saturday with just a little remainder from my bladder from time to time until maybe 8 PM when my bladder was really reaching its limits, it's also at this moment that I drank my cocktails and well they made their effect quickly, I was really feeling "happy" and careless, I went on youtube watch some youtubers I like and funny videos, until suddenly I felt like I was going to lose control I jumped from my chair, began dancing (it was little bit more difficult with alcohol) and finally I just gave up and relax completely, warm wetness traveling down my legs darkening my jeans soaking my panties. Maybe because of the alcohol I didn't felt as arouse as I use to when I let my pee flow from my crotch to my ankles but I mainly felt the relaxation, in fact even before I finished I just sat down on the floor (not in my pee puddle one step aside) I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But I just stood up went to the bathroom to take a towel to clean my pee puddle, I also watch myself in the mirror, I really like seeing myself in wet jeans! I just throw the towel on the puddle and stood still thinking what to do now. The warmth feeling had fade away but it wasn't cold yet so I decide to make it cool down faster (I really don't know why I did that) so I just put on a jacket and went to the front door I walked a few steps outside before returning inside and of course since it was night and it is winter my wet jeans felt even colder... I didn't liked it so I put myself near the radiator I felt my wet jeans legs, and butt, warming again. Once I felt nice again I just went to bed, nope I didn't change, I went to bed in my wet clothes I didn't care about the sheets! And Sunday I woke up i felt that I wasn't wearing my pajama, I was wearing jeans and it felt like I sweat a lot from my lower body, and I remembered what I had done before going to bed. When I stood up from the bed I was shocked to see a great yellowing stain, by reflex I just felt my crotch and legs, they felt moist but not like if I had just peed in them a few moments ago, I don't know if I pissed myself just a little bit later I felt asleep or if it's just my pee that went from my pants to the sheets. There was a slight pee smell so I chose to wash the sheets and then take a shower. When I went to bathroom and looked to myself in mirror I was a little bit disappointed that there was no evidence of my pee "accident" on my jeans just moistness when I touched them. I took them off to discover a yellow pissy stain just above the crotch of my white panties, and it was worse at the back, all of it had turned a little bit yellow! I just decided to shower the night to keep wearing my yellowing panties for the rest of the day, and I peed through them on the toilet every time I felt the need. I didn't spend the day in just panties (too much windows ) so I put on pantyhose and a skirt but after a few wetting I began to smell my peed panties even if they were covered by the skirt so I just shower myself with my panties on.
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  20. Hmm I'll go 5... And look you already have 6 replies! The most I've gotten on mine is 3.
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  21. Releasing on blacktop, or dry dirt is exciting. Not as a tactile stimulant, but a visual one. Same with puppy pads or towels. All if you like seeing how widespread you can make your damage. I love laying on my back on just about any surface and letting loose and feeling the puddle. (The more unimpeded 'down south' the better. Let's just say: sundress + no panties + lounging in a warm grassy field + full bladder = good stuff)
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  22. I'd go with 2. With post-apocalyptic settings being a favorite of mine, I'm curious to see where this goes. The illustrations are an excellent addition as well!
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  23. I say 3! I really like your art style by the way!
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  24. The newer interactive stories seem to start out slow with people commenting. The stories good so far though and I like the drawings. 1 and if that seems to be to dangerous 2
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  25. Okay, time to count up the votes. One. Alright then. Julia makes a dash east to the valley, grabbing the rifleman's bag lying on the ground. Behind her the two raider gangs appear too busy to notice her fleeing, though a few stray bullets fly past her head. Julia slings the bag over her shoulder and keeps running into the valley until she can no longer hear them shouting Julia drops down to the floor opening the bag to see what she's picked up. The Rifle itself is an antique bolt-action rifle, looking surprisingly in well condition despite the apparent age. The bag contains a two-litre canteen of water, and three full plastic lunch boxes. The bag also contains three spare five-round stripper-clips for the Rifle, and a small pistol with two spare magazines. As well as this is a change of clothes - a pair of shorts about two inches too wide for her, a belt (to keep the shorts up), and a dark tank top. Julia changes out of her torn rags and into these new clothes, stuffing the old ones into the bag. Julia, having not drank for almost a day, drinks half the canteen on the spot, and decides to rest for a good half-hour. With half an hour passed, Julia's bladder is starting to ache - maybe drinking half the canteen wasn't the best idea. She gets up and packs her bag, deciding she needs to find a place to pee. Looking around, the valley seems fairly quiet and lifeless, though Julia doesn't want to leave a trail that the raider gang could follow, so peeing out in the open is not an option - she needs to go somewhere secluded. So far the valley has been linear, so Julia will have to move soon to avoid the raiders if they do come to re-capture her. Looking down the valley, Julia sees a fork in the path, which she estimates would take her another half-hour to reach if she walked. Up the rocky valley walls however appears to be a cave opening, though Julia can't tell what would be in the cave, and reaching it would involve climbing the steep cliff-like wall of the ravine. Shifting from foot to foot Julia weighs up her options 1: Climb into the cave - The height of the cave could be an excellent vantage point, though reaching it won't be easy. Even if you can reach the cave however, there's no knowing what could be inside. If the cave is empty however Julia could pee into it and no-one would know 2: Take the path going right - This path, like most of the valley, is a linear path of mostly rocks and dust. From what Julia can see, there are large rocks which could be good cover if she needs to fight the raiders, though the rocky path would be awkward to run through, particularly without any shoes, and the dusty ground means she won't be able to pee without leaving a notable puddle, so she'd have to hold it for much longer to be safe 3: Take the path going left - This path is notably well trodden, likely a route used often. This could mean the path is a trade route, which would mean friendly peacekeepers and guards to save Julia from any raiders, but it could just as likely mean the path is the entrance to a hostile settlement, which could meaning anything from raiders to slavers. The path itself isn't as dusty as the other - more mud than dirt - which could mean plant life or water, which Julia could pee into without leaving a trail. However there might be people down the path, and Julia doesn't really want to pee in front of strangers, it's rude. 4: Try to climb out of the valley - Julia can't see what's above the top of the valley walls, and she can't guarantee she could even reach the top - the walls seem to steep to climb, and jagged rocks and the hard floor below mean she could easily hurt herself 5: Wait to see if the raiders come: If the raiders don't come, Julia would be fine waiting, and she could pee anywhere. If the raiders do come, she'll have to fight them off with a bolt action rifle and a pistol, while the raiders could be armed and armoured with anything. And if the Julia decides to pee when the raiders come she'll be caught off guard. Julia considers these options, fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together. Which ever option she chooses, she'll need to pee soon. She can't pee into the canteen or any of the lunch boxes, seeing as they are full, and she can't hold on forever - Julia estimates she could hold on for another hour or so before she wets herself, and as much as she'd like the relief it would give her to just let it all out into her shorts, she'd leave a trail of wet footprints where ever she went.
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  26. We have another new girl at HD Wetting. I am extremely excited to introduce Melissa! Melissa has never modeled before, but has had a secret wetting fetish for a long time. She was familiar with HD Wetting and reached out to me a while back with some questions. She was curious about how we produce the videos, where I find the models, and other things like that. After talking with her for a while, she expressed interest in maybe appearing on the site herself. Ultimately, these discussions lead to this video.
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  27. I agree with rushing to the bathroom. We don't know how any of the strangers let alone the bartender would react to Minty and Aimee peeing in the establishment. We want to create a reputation for ourselves, of being a badass warrior, not of a lewd girl who pees where she pleases.
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  28. I hear diapers work well. :)
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  29. I have been with my wife for 27 years, and she doesn't share my interests at all. When we first started going out, I was too scared to mention it. Then, after I witnessed her having a few accidents while pregnant with our first child, (which we sadly lost) I eventually came clean to her about how much I enjoyed seeing females having wet accidents. The problem was, I wasn't ever brave enough to be completely honest, and tell her that I liked wetting my own pants, or that I really liked diapers as well. I told her about an ex girlfriend who occasionally wet herself, as well as my childhood friend Shelley who did as well, and how much I liked it. But I could tell by her reaction that it was really weird for her. At the time I was only 21, and still unsure about a lot of things myself. Back then, female desperation and wetting were really my primary kink. While I enjoyed wetting myself in private, I hadn't used diapers since I was 10 years old, and although I was interested, it's not the sort of thing that I felt comfortable admitting too. Now don't get me wrong. I wasn't exactly a virgin. My wife, (de-facto really as we've never actually gotten married,) was probably my ninth sexual partner, but only one previous girlfriend had ever wet herself, and that was only a few times accidentally, and never on purpose for me. But at that young age, my only experiences with girls wetting was by accident, and I knew it really turned me on. But I still wasn't comfortable enough to suggest trying it on purpose for either of us. Sadly she carried our first baby full term, but we had a still born son two weeks after the due date. But in the latter stages of pregnancy, and for a while afterwards, she suffered from occasional incontinence issues. She did fully wet a few times, but usually had a lot of leakage issues more than anything. After we had gotten over losing the baby, (in truth you never really get over it, but learn to cope. My son would've been 23 this year.) I eventually got up the nerve to tell her how much it turned me on one night when she wet herself big time while I was sitting on the toilet. She actually took it surprisingly well, although she certainly didn't share my pleasure in it. After that, it became common practice for me to ask her "Have you wet yourself lately" when we had sex. It always bought me to climax very quickly when she told me about her accidents. If I'd been drinking, and was perhaps a bit slow to finish, or even a bit soft perhaps, it would only take a pants wetting story from her to get me over the line. But I always noticed that she never lied about it, not even for my satisfaction. If we were having sex, and I asked the question, she would always just respond with a "no", rather than even tell me a little while lie to work me up, which I would've appreciated. But if she did say no, I'd ask her to repeat a previously told story, which she would, and that would do the trick. I must've heard the story about her wetting her pants at work a hundred times.... But I never got the nerve up to tell her that I liked doing it as well, or that I wanted us to try diapers. She fell pregnant again about ten months after losing our first baby, and her occasional incontinence continued, much to my pleasure. But as the time of birth got closer, she got more and more circumspect about sharing her wetting stories with me. I'd ask her about it when we had sex, but she'd just deny any new accidents, and didn't want to talk about her old ones anymore. The problem was, we shared laundry duties, and I was quite aware of the accidents that I knew she still occasionally had. One night I asked her if she'd wet lately, and she said no. So I asked her about the fully soaked panties and track pants that I'd found in the wash, and she went nuts. She accused me of checking out her laundry, which admittedly was a fair call, as that's exactly what I did. But after that, the gravy (or more precisely pee) train had departed. She no longer told me anything about her accidents, even if I knew about them. She was pregnant with twins this time, and after losing our first, we were extremely worried of course. Our sex life dwindled off considerably, and she would no longer indulge me with any wetting tales, new or old. When our twins were born healthy and happy, I thought we might still be able to revisit my special kink. But although it was never actually said, I knew that she was worried about it, and must've had the word "pedo" floating around in the back of her mind. She never actually said that of course, but I could tell that she didn't like me changing diapers or anything. Perhaps that's an exaggeration in a way, because I did my fair share, but I always had the impression that she wasn't entirely comfortable with me doing it. I still asked for her stories when we had sex, and even asked her to pee in her pants or swimsuit numerous times while we swam or suchlike, but to no avail. "You only told me you like accidents!" She informs me. "You told me you didn't like girls wetting on purpose." Perhaps I didn't back then, but I do now. We had two other daughters since, one 6 years later and another 18 months after that, but never had another son. I love my 4 daughters with all my heart, but Jesus I wish my son was alive as well. My wife developed some health issues over the years, diabetes among them. Now, at the time of writing this, I'm 48 and she's 46. Her sex drive is literally non existent. We have had sex once, (perhaps 6 months ago) in the last 3 years. Even vanilla sex holds no interest, let alone talking about wet sex. While her health deteriorated, so did my sobriety. I'm still fit and healthy, but I'm a very heavy drinker, and a recreational and prescription drug abuser. I'm what's generally considered a "functioning alcoholic." I work every day, lead a fairly regular lifestyle and play sport and socialise, even maintaining a position on a board and a couple of committees, but I drink way too much, smoke pot daily, and am (un)fortunate enough to also maintain a regular supply of OxyContin, Codeine, and a variety of other toys both legal and illegal as well. Let's just say I can and do keep up with the younger crowd still. But I guess it's only a house of cards in the long run. Anybody who follows my fiction stories would no doubt notice the irregularities of my postings. Some days I can hammer out multiple chapters, then not post for a week or so. Just depends if I'm sober, straight, or stoned. But I digress. My wife and I love each other, flaws and all. But her condition and lack of sex drive combined with my indifferent sobriety don't make for a healthy sex life. Im at the stage now where I have a healthy sex drive, but now it's just simply more omo-based, and even vanilla sex doesn't excite me anymore. I really do wish that I hadve understood myself better years ago, and had acknowled even to myself that my love of wetting was broader, and included diapers and myself. This is why I'm such a prolific member with regards to regular posts on here. It's my only outlet. I still have a sex drive, (shock horror at 48!) but my partner is unresponsive, and even the thought of "ordinary" sex no longer appeals anyway. This is literally the only place that I can discuss my, um, "differences" and not be ridiculed. But even though it doesn't sound like it, my wife and I do genuinely love each other. You don't lose a son and raise 4 daughters together without being close. Our relationship is completely monogamous, and always has been. Sorry for such a long winded reply, but I'm drunk and wasted, so, meh. I just felt like telling the background first might explain the answer to the OP's original question, or perhaps even to myself I guess. I just know that tomorrow I'm gunna look at my account and say "Holy Fuck! What was I doing?" Lol. So my answer is: :This is my outlet. Even without having sex I just love talking about omo stuff, especially regarding myself. I love being able to say "Hey I wet my pants." I get all my kicks from this site and others like it. :How do I express it? By wetting myself and enjoying age regression play, and (oh so rarely,) diapers. I enjoy holding and wetting nearly every day, usually in the morning as I'm an early riser. Probably because I've passed out by 10:30 most nights I guess. So in the mornings I usually get a wetting done before anyone else gets up. I love age regression. *Sighs. The usual caveat of trying to explain that while I like pretending to be a kid, I don't actually have the slightest interest in actual children needs to be applied. A lot of people just don't get the difference. If I happen to encounter a situation where a child has a wetting mishap, the child has absolutely no interest to me at all. Not one iota. Bur the situation does. I love to age play as the kid who has the accident. I had a number of accidents as a kid, and was a bed wetter, and I love pretending to be that age again and doing the same thing, but perhaps being able to bend the reality to a path of my choosing. On the rare occasions that I have the right combination of money, privacy, and spare time, I like to get diapers. Unfortunately that's not very often. When I have them, I love not only using them, but also just simply wearing them. Sometimes I can wear the same one for a few hours every day for a few days, and not actually use it. They're just nice to wear sometimes. For the record, I buy Molicare Mobility pull ups. I'd love some real AB diapers, as well as some babypants.com training pants, but I just don't dare getting them sent to my house or work. A private post box is the answer, but again, time and money... I probably wouldn't change too much if I was to be honest though. I'm lucky enough to have a wife who puts up with a lot more than a lot of ladies would, particularly in regards to my drug and alcohol abuse. And I wouldn't swap my daughters for anything, not even my son, although I certainly wish THAT had of been different of course. I just can't help but wonder what life would've been like now if I had of known better 27 years ago, and had expanded more on my interest in wetting related things. Would that have meant we would've split up eventually, or would I still be sitting here tonight, drunk and stoned, writing pretty much the same tale, but perhaps wearing a diaper instead, with my non responsive wife's full support? If anybody actually bothers to read this alarmingly long wall of text, please don't waste your time or mine by commenting on my "issues" either positively or negatively. I simply do not care. I felt a genuine resonance with the question, a damn sight more that what I normally do, and like really wanted to answer it honestly, but I also really thought that a generic, basic answer would get lost in translation a bit without an explanation. Im a lot older than the average person on here, and while a lot of you "young-uns" are still trying to work it out, I've succeeded. Unfortunately too late for it to matter though. Ive worked out that lying to yourself or others isn't worth it, but honesty is. But honesty doesn't always mean a fairy tale outcome either. I'd like to think that I would've been more honest years ago had I actually fully realised back then as to what I liked. Which leads directly to lesson 2. Don't stress too much about waiting to find a partner who is as "into it" as what you are. Let's face it. If omo loving girls were as common as guys, we wouldn't have a problem. But just because you can't immediately find a like minded partner, doesn't mean that you'll be forever lonely. Sometimes, compromises need to be made, In a nutshell, you can have a good relationship with someone who doesn't share all of your sexual preferences, but admittedaly it would be a lot better if you could. Let the flaming start!
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  30. As per request, a few more snaps from a short video. The quality is hardly something to get excited about, but as always - it's the thought that counts and she sure did enjoy doing it. Requests from people might actually be a thing she'd be interested in doing, as she sees this as a (direct quote) "fun little kinky secret", which I absolutely love. So please; Don't hesitate from coming with rather do-able requests and We'll see what can be done.
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  31. I'm not sure there is such a thing as a "leak proof" diaper. Most of the ones I have tried have at some stage leaked. I use Molicare Super as night diapers, the plastic backed ones are better to get a snug fitting around your waist and thighs. I have used Tena night pads as boosters as well for some more capacity, especially when I have been naughty and had a few too many drinks before bed. I also wear good quality plastic pants over my diaper combination, they have saved my bed on so many occasions. Check on the packet for their absorbency ability too, some aren't really made to wear at night. Hope this helps you
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  32. Not gonna lie, I think it's totally hot when people wet on plushies that have been gifted to them by me....
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  33. If you get AB style diapers, they have a much greater capacity and I also find that the higher end brands do leak less. Ordering samples from Bambino or ABUniverse might be a good step. I really recommend both companies. I love the Little Pawz from ABUniverse.
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  34. Sometimes after finishing a soft drink from a fast food joint, I like to pee into the cup through the straw. With the lid still on and the ice still in of course. I press the straw up to my urethra and let it go. It's best to do this over a toilet if you don't want a mess.
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  35. I just did another public wetting video with Sosha which is now available on HD Wetting. It is intriguing how popular these public jeans wetting videos seem to be, though I struggle with how to keep them interesting. Personally, it seems like it gets a bit repetitive, seeing a girl desperate, then peeing her jeans in public. I am happy to keep making the videos, but I do wonder if at some point people will start to loose interest in them. Anyway, I just wanted to share some screen shots. Enjoy!
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  36. You can pick up throwaway items or clothes at a thrift shop / Goodwill / etc. Some interesting ideas: make a stack of plastic champagne 'glasses" and see if you can make a fountain. An old brass (or similar metal) planter, especially if it has a small opening and wide base, makes a cool sound if you pee into it. If you are into it, you can stuff an old pair of sweatpants (or buy them at a thrift shop) with newspaper or rags and sit on it like it is a lap. I once took an old pair of jeans that a housemate had discarded and made a mannequin with rags (bottom only). The jeans were button fly and I was very nervous. Everyone was out of the house for hours. I was pee-dancing desperate and had the jeans ready. I lay across them and slipped myself inside the fly (a middle button undone). The cold of the button (even on a warm day) made me spurt and spray immediately. I thought I heard a car in the driveway and then the car door slam. I jumped up, and threw everything into my laundry hamper before anyone could see what I did. Luckily I did this on my bed. The ass of the jeans was soaked, as was my bedspread and sheets. I tossed them into the hamper, my pants still open and fully exposed. It was a false alarm, it was the next door neighbours. I was so paranoid after that, I did not have the guts to take them back out and do anything else. I ended up washing everything and chucked it into the dryer. While I was out, one of my roommates decided to sort the dryer out and thanked me for washing her jeans for her, but it was unnecessary because she was going to trash them. I told her I forgot and thought she might want them for yardwork or scraps. She said no and had binned them already. They were in the huge dumpster and there was no way I was going to go diving in after them.
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  37. Not really anything I've done, but things that might be interesting to pee on: Plushies (hopefully ones that can be easily washed) Pillows Rugs (There seems to be a theme of absorbency in my list...)
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  38. We have a brand new model at HD Wetting, Ryann Rain! She only has a couple videos online right now, but she is already doing a great job. I wanted to share some frame grabs from her most recent video. I love how the wet patch spreads out across the front of her jeans, and how clearly you can see the trickles. Here is the story behind the video-
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  39. I put on my skinniest jeans (with the notorious 3-button fly), filled myself until bursting. and filmed the result: Brsoak.mp4
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  40. 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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  41. You aren't going to get what you really want by lying. Ultimately, when you choose to be with someone, you have to ask yourself if you can live with them knowing they won't understand this side of you, and it sounds like that's a dealbreaker. i think you should tell the truth, and maybe if you really love someone you'll be able to look past them not sharing this part of your life, but if you haven't in the past then maybe you should start looking for single abdl women rather than just rolling the dice again.
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  43. Fandom: Avengers (Marvel comics or cinematic universe) Name: Black Widow/Natasha Romanov Scenario: Anything, and I mean ANYTHING where she is made vulnerable, raw, and utterly mortified. Usually they involve her being captured, thrown in a cell and left for hours.... And then Bruce Banner (Hulk) or Clint Barton (Hawkeye) gets there just a bit too late. Then lots of comfort and tears ensue. :D Am I horrible for that? :P
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  44. Fandom: Ben 10 Character: Gwen Scenario : She is in a mission while bursting for a wee
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  45. Fandom: Cardcaptors (The english dubbed version, not original) Character: Sakura Scenario: A pee holding contest with the power card: (The power card is a card that loves competitions. You probably won't understand what i'm talking about if you haven't seen the show.)
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  46. Fandom: Snow White Character: The Queen (I've loved her since forever) Scenario: She is holding a galla at her castle to celebrate her beauty, but spent so long getting dressed and applying her makeup she had to pee by the time it started. She's getting desperate, undressing her intricate clothes would take forever, and she's to vain to be percieved as one who need long bathroom breaks. Eventually she loses her bladder in front of everyone, and is utterly humiliated. Humiliation is so much hotter when it happens to insanely vain characters!
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  47. I had a co-driver on delivery runs and she had to pee a lot. The way the boss timed the end of the print job made it so we had no time to stop and pee or eat or "sightsee and lollygag around" (as he put it). If the job was late, our pay was docked. One job was 2 :30 hours away (door to dock). He usually had us loaded with 2:20 minutes before the deadline. When I was by myself, peeing in a Gatorade jug worked to alleviate the pressure. When I had a co-driver (for multiple deliveries or longer deliveries) it was hard not to pee myself. The 230 run (as we called it) was a routine deliver, unload, pee, drive through food, and back (or onto another stop). The bathroom was a one person, two toilet (no divider) room. We'd usually take turns, but one time she came in after me; dropped pants; and peed forever. I sat beside her and (after pushing my erection down, mostly) peed with her. Both of us moaned releif when we had finished. The drive back was very quiet. Our next run was three weeks away. When I was preparing the truck, I noticed she had a backpack behind the seat. Then we got caught up in finishing the print run and loading the truck. It was her turn to drive the first leg this time. There was a lot of construction on I-85, which meant a lot of bumps, sudden stops, and my bladder began to ache. I was shifting and squirming. For once, she did not seem to be complaining she had to pee. I suppose it was my turn. I did think I noticed her smiling a lot. We were about 2/3 of the way there and hit a drop. I shoved my hand into my crotch. She said to grab her bag from behind the seat. I did and she had diapers inside and an empty gatorade bottle. "You can use either, but the bottle may be better since you are bursting to go." I looked at her. "You have an iron bladder. i have a microbladder." (I didn't notice.) "If it helps, I won't look..." she smiled. I got out the bottle and took off the cap. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Getting myself into the bottle was OK, Angling my penis was harder. I had to lean over onto the dash to even get close to a good angle. I froze and was there at the point where you HAVE to go but can't. There was no water to run. My co-worker was watching me pee into a bottle. We hit another bump and I started filling the bottle. Oh gods that felt good! When I finished, she watched me take myself out of the bottle and cap it. I double bagged it and grabbed the handi-wipes. I told her thanks. With less than 2 minutes to spare, we made the run. We both walked in together to the bathroom. I watched her drop her pants and take off her diaper. It was waterlogged and lumpy. She dumped it in the trash. She sat down and peed with her legs spread open. She stood, wiped, and we washed up and left. From then on she would take off her pants on deliveries. She would sit next to me and put my hand on top of hers when she peed (and sometimes inside if the traffic eas light,) I got to change her if she was driving. Unfortunately, the boss got into trouble with the creditors and all the printing machines were repo'd. She was married (she never said, I never asked) and after the boss bounced two checks (one and the replacement one), she moved.
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  48. Ok, I'm gonna be a butt, but this annoys me. I don't have ecchi pics, sorry. @Night Rain, you're great, and I'm not saying this to call you out, hell, I know this isn't something that can be fixed at this point in time, but... It's "an" ecchi pic, not "a", on top of that, you put a capital A in the title, even though it should be a regular one. The correct title is "Post an ecchi pic a day", as no other word other than "Post" is: - The start of a sentence - A name - "I" as in "So I will do that" I know, I'm a grammar nazi, it's just...had to get it off of my chest... Please don't hate me I love you all you are great I hope you have a fantastic day I will see myself out now
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  49. Err... What. Are you suggesting people copy their profiles over here as a sign that they're okay with being PMed by random strangers? I, uhm, don't see how that could ever go wrong. For informal chat and finding friends, the Discord chat (hint) or the Internet Relay Chat (hint hint) channel is probably a better place.
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