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  1. Hello! So I freaking love the Fallout series. I’ve played every game, and beaten most of them several times. And though I love many characters, I don’t love any of them half as much as I love Curie. So naturally, I loved imagining her wetting/soiling herself for one reason or another. Minor Fallout 4 spoiler you need to know for this to make sense: Curie is a robot that you can “download” into a synthetic human body. At the start, she has no clue how to operate her new body, which opens up quite a few opportunities for omo. This story takes place just after she switches bodies. Also, Sole Survivor’s name is Jane. But anyway, time for the story. Fair warning: messing and fear wetting. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “Zis just feels so… strange,” Curie intoned in her exotic French accent. She was thoroughly inspecting her new arms. Jane chuckled a bit as she watched Curie repeatedly clench and unclench her fist. “You get used to it,” Jane said, as comfortingly as she could. “But you have had your whole life to get used to it, what if I never get used to it?” she said, worried. Jane hadn’t recalled her ever sounding so worried when she was still a robot. Now though, she occupied the body of a somewhat tall woman, with very short black hair and fair skin. She wore a pink and white checkered shirt, and simple blue jeans. “I’m confident in you, Curie,” Jane said. Curie blushed. Jane wore her Vault 111 jumpsuit, augmented with leather armor on her arms, legs, and chest. A powerful rifle was holstered on her back. She was caucasian with very pale skin, and silvery-blonde hair that curled and twisted all over the place, down to her shoulders. “Well, uh, thank you, I -oh!” Curie suddenly gasped, and put her hands over her crotch. “What is it?” Jane asked, though she could guess. “I forgot how to hold it for a moment, and I believe I urinated a little,” she said, without a hint of shame. She lifted her hands from her blue jeans, “how bad is it?”. Curie was still adjusting to her new body, so events like this were to be expected. Jane looked, and could see a wet patch roughly two inches in diameter occupying the space between Curie’s legs, “Not too bad,”. “I recall that you were always embarrassed when you had an accident. Should I feel embarrassed?” Curie asked, with legitimate curiosity. “Well, yes,” Jane replied, blushing slightly. “Well zen, may I please change?” Curie asked, though Jane suspected it was only because she thought she had to. “Soon enough,” Jane brought up her Pip-Boy, and loaded the map. They were still in the dead center of the ruins of Boston. Not an ideal place to be. It was a long walk to the Taffington Boathouse, which Jane and the Minutemen had turned into a relatively nice safehouse, but they’d be safest there. The important part was getting out of Boston ASAP. She relayed all this to Curie. -------------------------------------------------------------------- About half an hour passed, and they were nearly out of Boston. Curie was getting the hang of her body, her periodic stumbles and trips becoming rarer and rarer. Jane was on edge, though. Curie was unarmed and unarmored, for one because Jane had none to spare at the moment, and also because she wasn’t sure she trusted Curie to handle a firearm right now. Along with finer control of her legs, Curie had managed to keep control over her bladder. “Madam?” Curie asked innocently. “Yeah?” “I believe I require ze restroom,” Jane looked at Curie as she said this, and Curie’s face was clearly puzzled and confused, uncertain of what to do in this situation. Both of her hands rested over her crotch, not quite holding, but not just there for show. “Umm, can it wait? We really shouldn’t stop here for something like that; it’s too dangerous,” “For a little while, I think,” Curie looked down, pondering something, “I could just go now. In my clothes,”. “What? Why?” Jane asked, her confusion spelled out across her face. “If we cannot stop here, then I would prefer to not be in a state of discomfort for so long. Though it is very unsanitary, I could clean up when we get-” “No no, it’s… it’s fine. Just hold on. We’ll find somewhere. Don’t wet your pants,” “It is more than just ‘wet’, Madam,” Super. “Well, don’t do that, either, Curie,” “I will hold on,” The two continued walking. They passed by a number of ruined storefronts, most of the buildings too damaged to enter. Jane was a fairly talented sniper, and was very skilled at avoiding enemies. Using her techniques, she’d managed to guide them around most of the major threats without ever being in danger. Seems someone, somewhere lacked those skills, as multiple bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere a few blocks away. Jane turned quickly towards the sound, before realizing it wasn’t aimed at them. Curie jumped and gasped at the sudden shock. “Oh my… Is that what it feels like to be frightened?” Curie’s face was a mask of total anxiety and unease. “Yup,” “I do not like zis feeling” she said, shaking her head. “No one does. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Jane reached over and put a steadying hand on Curie’s slightly-shivering shoulder. “Thank you, Madam, I- Oh no!” She said, looking down. Jane followed her gaze to see that the wet spot on Curie’s pants had expanded considerably. An apple-sized patch now rested on her crotch, just barely reaching down her thighs, as well. She must have lost some control when the gunfire went off, but not realized till just now. “I do not like zis feeling, either,” Curie said, clearly looking to Jane for some sort of guidance. Guidance Jane had no idea how to give. Sure, people peeing their pants wasn’t infrequent in the Commonwealth; and Jane, herself, was no stranger to it. But she was somewhat new to consoling someone else over it. In the earlier days, just after she emerged from the Vault, Jane could hardly keep her pants dry and unsoiled. Every day she thought she’d seen the most horrifying thing the Commonwealth had to offer, out pops something scarier. She tried to remember how she felt when she’d ruined her trousers, maybe that would help her think of something to say. “Don’t worry about it, Curie,” She opened her mouth to speak more, but before she could, another woman’s voice interrupted. “Hey!!” Came a desperate and aggressive voice. Curie and Jane both turned around as quick as possible. A dark-skinned woman with ratty hair and wild eyes was holding a pistol at the pair. She was wearing a basic white T-shirt with blue-jean overalls. “Gimme all your caps! Now!!” Her voice shook a little. Jane sized her up quickly as Curie took cover behind her. The woman was clearly desperate and not good at this sort of thing. The hands holding up her gun trembled, and Jane could see the thug’s legs shake ever so slightly. Jane looked over the mugger’s pistol, and… yup. Jane took a couple steps forward, “You’re kidding, right?”. The mugger quickly adjusted her gun in an “I’ll do it” sort of way. “B-back up!” she stammered. Jane continued walking forward until the gun’s barrel was touching her belly, “You won’t shoot me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Y-yes I will!” “Not with the safety on, you won’t,” Jane said, smirking. The mugger attempted to pull the trigger, but only heard an empty click. Jane quickly pushed the pistol to point at the ground as she drew her own revolver, and levelled it at the mugger’s head. Tears formed in her eyes, and she began making terrified whimpers. Jane looked down with some satisfaction as a dark patch developed between the mugger’s legs, which then spread down her overalls. The glistening wetness spread all over the front of the woman’s pants, creating a heart-shaped dark patch on the fronts of her thighs. Thick columns of wetness completed their journey down her legs, and deposited in a massive puddle at the woman’s feet. As her bladder failed, her other end took the opportunity to void. A wet crackling sound occupied the sudden emergence of a horrible smell in the air as the woman totally loaded her overalls. “Leave. Now. Do not look back,” Jane commanded. The mugger only nodded as quickly as she could before turning to sprint away. As she turned, Jane could plainly see the mess in the woman’s pants. The bulge was nearly twice the size of a baseball, and her pants were stained slightly brown at the bottom of the rather large bulge. Curie walked up to Jane, “I suppose it really isn’t uncommon for human’s to lose control of such functions,”. “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Jane said. “I will keep zis in mind,” Curie said, enthusiastically. That couldn’t be good. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The two had finally escaped the perilous clutches of the Boston ruins. The sun was still high in the sky, meaning they should definitely be able to make it to Taffington before nightfall. They were walking over an old stone bridge that was littered with discarded vehicles. Curie’s kind-of holding herself had evolved into full on grabbing-and-holding-to-keep-from-totally-pissing-in-her-pants. “M-madam?” Curie said, slightly bent over. “You need the restroom?” “I… yes. Badly,” She winced a little, “I am not familiar enough with zis body to know if I can hold it any longer,”. “We’re not too far from Taffington, are you sure you can’t hold it?” Jane asked. “I… I-” Curie scrunched her face, and Jane looked down to see the wet patch grow significantly. Two large streaks began their descent down her thighs, but didn’t go too far. The wet spot nearly doubled in size, but it seemed Curie was back in control. “I do not believe I can last much longer...”. Jane sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. It’s ‘safe’ here, so go ahead and go behind that car. I’ll keep watch.”. She drew her rifle, and turned her back to give Curie some privacy. Curie stumbled forward, leaking a little more pee into her pants with each step, before reaching her destination. She moved to unbutton her pants, and finally succeeded. As she dropped her jeans, exposing her wet, white panties, the familiar sound of a bullet crashing against metal caused Jane to suddenly push Curie to the ground. Curie landed on her butt, with her back leaning against the car she’d been using for cover. Her pants were still down around her ankles, but she had not been able to pull her (slightly yellowed) panties down at all. Jane emerged from their shared cover, and looked through her rifle’s scope. She spotted the Gunners advancing towards them, each laying down suppressive fire until they could close the gap. Jane fired one shot, but missed. As the Gunners returned fire, she ducked as a cacophony of small, metallic clangs consumed their hearing. Jane glanced at Curie to check on her, and… yup. Curie was sitting in a gradually expanding puddle as she peed hard into her panties. The yellow stain covered her crotch and the entire backside of her formerly white underwear. Between the clanging of bullets, Jane was sure she heard a faint hissing noise. A particularly ambitious bullet penetrated through their cover, and came dangerously close to hitting Curie. She yelped in alarm, and brought her knees to her chest, as she retreated into the fetal position. A low pbltpbltpblt sounded from Curie’s rear, and was followed by a loud, wet, crackling, squishing noise as the seat of her panties expanded forcefully. The messy bulge grew and grew, immediately dwarfing the size of the mugger’s load, earlier. The slightly-yellow-but-mostly-white fabric of the panties turned completely brown as she produced a veritable avalanche in her underpants. Poor thing, Jane thought, I’m gonna make them pay for scaring Curie like this. With inspiration drawn from seeing her friend in such distress, Jane stood once more, and shouldered her rifle. Her crosshair lingered over one of the Gunner’s faces. She pulled the trigger, and suddenly there was no face left to linger on. She panned over to the next, and gave him the same procedure. She turned to the final gunner, a woman. The legs of her military fatigues had spreading, wet streaks flowing down them as she saw her companions fall. She turned to run, dropping her gun. She vanished behind some trees before Jane was able to take her down. Jane put a hund on Curie’s shuddering shoulder, “Curie. Curie!” she said, shaking her. Curie slowly looked up, realizing it was over. Jane knelt down next to her, keeping one hand on her friend’s shoulder for comfort, “It’s okay, Curie. You’re fine, you’re safe. Let’s get you home,”. As Jane offered her hand to help Curie up, Curie looked down, and noticed the rather dismal state of her underwear, “Oh… I no longer require the restroom, Madam,” she said, forlornly. She accepted Jane’s hand and stood, “Should I try and clean my underwear first?” she asked, feeling the front and back of her panties. “No. Gunners like to travel in large groups, and one of them lived. We need to leave, now. Just… just pull your pants up over the accident, it’s fine,”. Curie complied, and pulled up her pants, wincing as the somewhat tight pants squished her mess up against her. At least the relatively small wet spots on her jeans hid the true extent of her accident. The same could not be said of the rather conspicuous bulge, which was plainly visible in the seat of her pants. Curie was still a little shaky, but she and Jane fled quickly from the area. -------------------------------------------------------------------- At long last, they were closing in on Taffington Boathouse. It was maybe another forty-five minutes, maybe an hour away. Jane looked back, and noticed Curie seemed miserable. Not that she could blame her. It very much reminded her of her first outing into the Wasteland- lots of terror, peeing, pooping, and crying. “You okay?” She asked, though the answer was evident in Curie’s sickened stare. “I… I do not dislike my new body...” “But...” Jane interjected. “I do dislike some of the emotions that come with it. How do you deal with being so afraid?” “It comes with experience. You’ve seen me have accidents tons of times,” “But I never saw you curl into the fetal position,” Curie said, a hint of shame in her voice. “Look...” Jane began, trying to think of what to say, “A lot of our emotions are terrible. Fear, anxiety, shame… but it’s worth having those if it means that we can still feel the good ones, right?” she said, throwing her arm over Curie’s shoulder. That was honestly the best she could come up with. Curie looked over to her and smiled, “Yes… I suppose it is,”. She sadly patted the bulge that presided over her butt, “I think I am beginning to feel embarassed and shameful over zis. Was your first time so bad?” she asked, curiously. Jane sighed, but decided it may bring her friend some comfort. She began the tale. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jane had just emerged from Vault 111. She found her old robot, Codsworth, who advised her to venture into Concord and seek help from the people there. As she stood on the outskirts of the town, the sounds of a full-on firefight were evident. Jane was tempted to run as fast as she could from the ruined little town, but she knew it may be her only chance to find someone who could help her find her missing son. She swallowed, and steeled herself, and pressed further into the town. As she walked, the firefight worsened, and she could hear people screaming. During the battle, something exploded. It was loud, and it shook the earth. Jane could only whimper and shiver. Then she noticed a warmth travelling down her right thigh. She’d been so nervous that she had peed quite a bit. A circular stain rested on her crotch, and a little had gone down her left thigh, but a long, thick streak traced all the way down to her right knee. Despite wanting to completely wet herself and begin throwing up out of fear, she pressed on. She encountered a number of raiders attacking a lone Minuteman defender, and decided to help the Minuteman. As she fought, with every bullet that landed near her, with every time a raider noticed her, she leaked a little more. By the time she’d actually fought her way inside the museum the Minutemen were holed up in, the front, back, and inside of her pants were thoroughly soaked. The Minutemen didn’t seem to judge her too harshly for it, thankfully. Their plan was to use an old suit of power armor in the building to finish off the raiders. Easy. As she got in and began to tear through the opposition with a minigun she tore off of a downed helicopter, she heard a strange roar from below the ground. Midway through the intense battle, part of the street exploded open as a massive, reptilian monster known as a deathclaw had decided to go hunting. It turned the remaining raiders into soggy ribbons, then darted towards Jane. It picked her up, and began banging its enormous claws against her armor, trying to get at the squishy human inside. Jane screamed the entire time. She recalled reading once that T-51b armor, and later models, came equipped with facilities to handle waste. She could vouch that earlier models, like her T-45d armor, did not. As the deathclaw attempted to pry her armor open, she abandoned any thoughts of maintaining bowel control, and forcefully soiled herself. Eventually, she wriggled out of its grasp and retrieved her minigun, then blew the beast away. When she returned to the Minutemen, she was grateful that her armor hid the fact that she’d had another accident. By the time she’d returned home, and could take the armor off, her mess had been smeared all across her backside and thighs, browning her jumpsuit’s leggings. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “So… even though you were so afraid that you had an accident even before the fighting started, how did you stay brave enough to keep going?” Curie asked, fascinated. “I… I had to. For my son. That’s why I’m so ‘brave’ around you, Curie. I want to keep you safe, and I won’t do that by being afraid of everything,”. Curie blushed and smiled. “Do you think I didn’t want to piss myself when they started shooting? Hell, I think I actually did leak a little...” Jane said, slightly embarassed. “I don’t believe you,” Curie said. “Seriously. I have to go, too, you know. Almost lost it during that fight,” “I think I’d feel better if you’d have had an accident, too,” Curie mused. Jane sighed, again. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but considering everything, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make all the way to Taffington, either. She gave a quiet “Hmmph,” and began pushing. Curie looked at her curiously, then her eyes fell to Jane’s legs. “M-madam!” she exclaimed. Jane felt warmth totally envelope her crotch. It spread quickly as she peed full-force into her clothing. She exhaled as she felt warm rivers flow down both of her legs. The wetness curled around her legs, just barely spreading across the bottom of her butt. The hot liquid flowed messily out of the cuffs of her pants, splattering noisily on the ground. Her visible relief faded as the next phase of this little operation began. She grunted softly, and felt her butt cheeks part. A firm log made its way into her jumpsuit’s seat. It tented out significantly, before finally folding in and smooshing up between her pink panties and butt cheeks. She exhaled again, and tugged at jumpsuit a bit, feeling the mess settling in the back of her pants. Her wet legs were cooling in the breeze. Curie’s face was full of satisfaction. “Thank you, Madam,” she said, gratefully. “Don’t… don’t mention it,” Jane said, and she meant tit. “It looks like you were right,” Curie began. “About what?” “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Curie said, quoting Jane. So this is what she meant. It was going to be fun explaining this to the crew at Taffington...
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  3. This experience happened a couple years ago but is a experience I will never forget. This is one of my all time favorite stories to tell people and hope you guys enjoy it. Ok so a couple years ago, I had broken my ankle after falling off of a bike. The injury I had obtained was very serious and would require surgery. Being a young teen, the idea of getting surgery at such a a young age was terrifying but little did I know it would be an experience that I would come to enjoy. The day that my surgery was happening had quickly approached and the surgery was planned for very early in the morning. The procedure was scheduled for 6:30 am but I was to be there at 5:30 am for them to prep me to go under. Whenever I arrived I was a nervous wreck and was thinking of a off all the negatives things that could happened. As the nurse had prepped me, she had told me to take off my clothes which was normal so they could put you in the gown. She had then set me up with and IV and eventually began to give me drugs that would calm me and begin part of the anesthesia process. The time had finally came to go to the operating room and I had said bye to my mom and she told me she loved me and all and off I went. Once I arrived in the operating room I was striving to feel the effects of the drugs I was given and it was if things were starting to get a bit blurry. Once they had put me in the position the needed me in the doctor began to get the rest of what he need for the procedure and said he was ready to go. Laying on the bed, I began to feel the slighted urge to piss and it was nothing horrible at all I could go hours without even needing to go. When it was finally time and the doctor was all set, the nurse told me I would feel a slight burn and she was right I did and after that, I blacked out. Fastfoward, 3 hours and I wake up in the middle of a hallway right by the nurses desk and I see that they are keeping an eye on me and making sure that I am slowly waking up. After about 3 or 4 minutes of gaining my conscience back I feel a very familiar feeling in my penis. It took me a second to think why I had to pee so bad but then I put two and two together. First of all I had been here for about 4 hours without a bathroom and also the IV has been giving me constant fluids for the same amount of time too. Laying on the bed, I could feel that my bladder was very huge and was almost filled to it capacity. To help keep it in, I fidgeted around a bit to help take my mind off the dam that was inside of me. After the nurses had seen that I was becoming more active and had gained consciousness again they wheeled me back to the room I was originally in and told me the nurses would be back soon to to help me get ready to leave. As I am sitting there, the IV is still inside of me, and I am getting more desperate by the second. What felt like ten years later, the nurse finally arrives and takes out my IV. I then ask her if it is possible if I could use the restroom because I was dying to piss. She told me of course I would just have to get dressed and they would bring me some new crutches so I could use them. Getting dressed was a huge challenge because, one I was still kind of loopy from the drugs, but also because it was very uncomfortable to get my clothes back on. I look down as i am putting on my athletic shorts and I noticed that my bladder is extended out and it looks really full. I was now fully dressed, but the only thing that was holding me back was I needed crutches to walk. About 5 minutes later the nurse had arrived with crutches and had helped me adjust them so they would work for me and I was on my way to the bathroom. As I approach the bathroom, the nurse tells me she must stand by the door and listen to make sure I am passing urine. Because some people experience urinary retention after surgery and they may have to give me a catheter. At this point it was embarrassing she would have to listen to me piss, but at this point all I cared about was getting relief and praying my bladder would let me do so. When I get in the bathroom I frantically whip my penis out of my shorts and began to aim toward the toilet. In no time, pee began to fly out of me with such a great force! The feeling of release was so orgasmic and I let out many different moans it was was one of the best wets I had ever taken. I continued to piss and piss and it seemed like the end was never near. Not even exaggerating, it took me over 1 minute to relieve my bladder! Once I washed my hands and got outside of the bathroom the nurse seemed very impressed with what she had just heard. She told me "boy you really did have to go!" "I heard you in there and you're good to go! "Hopefully we don't have to operate on you again and I hope you have a speedy recovery!
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  4. I'm relatively new to omorashi, in the sense that while I've been fascinated with wetting since I was little, I haven't explored it much. I've wet my pants on purpose a handful of times spaced out over seven years or so. I'd wanted to try peeing in bed, but I didn't want to get pee on my mattress. I also wasn't keen on the idea of buying a protector designed for incontinence. Then I found out these existed. I finally bought one a couple of weeks ago. Last night I decided to try it out. I took a shower, because the feel of being freshly clean and dry turns me on. I put on a pair of sweatpants (no panties) and a comfortable old t-shirt and spread the Throe over my mattress. Lying on my back under a soft comforter, I read wetting experiences on this site, watched some videos, and... nothing. Despite the fact that I hadn't peed since that morning, I was too aroused and/or not desperate enough to actually pee. It got very late. Finally I gave up, used the bathroom so I could sleep, tossed the Throe on the floor, and went to sleep. That night, I dreamed that I was at a bar for my birthday party, and that this bar had a challenge where you had to drink a series of drinks without peeing, and then go into a special restroom stall that had only a drain and no toilet and pee in your pants. I completed the challenge, and it felt great. (I didn't wet the bed. I dream about peeing all the time when I have to go, but I don't (usually) wake up, and I don't pee in my sleep. The fact that I'm peeing and peeing and not feeling any relief often tips me off that I'm dreaming.) The next morning - today - I didn't use the bathroom like I normally would. I was working from home today, and there wasn't much I actually needed to do; so functionally I had the day mostly to myself. Throughout the morning, I drank a large glass of juice and half a 12 oz Coke that I had in the fridge. I started to feel desperate around 3 pm. I'd never actually been so desperate that I peed uncontrollably, but this was starting to feel promising. It looked like nothing much was going to happen with work - and my phone would notify me in any case - so I got up and put the Throe back on my bed. Moving from the couch made me leak a tiny bit, and I actually held myself on my way upstairs - something I hadn't felt a need to do since I was a kid. I settled in my bed as before with my phone, still wearing the same sweatpants and t-shirt I'd slept in; but after a few minutes I decided I should have something to drink. I went back downstairs and got another glass of juice, again leaking a little and keeping my legs pressed together so I wouldn't pee. Once back in bed, I picked up reading stories where I'd left off. The pressure in my bladder grew steadily. Eventually I sat up a little to take a drink, and tensing my abs to do that caused a painful spike of pressure and squeezed a spurt of pee into my sweatpants. I felt it trickle down and pool around my butt. I took another drink every couple of minutes, and each time the spurt was bigger. I thought that surely I must be close to losing control. I was wriggling my legs and rocking slightly to keep from peeing. What actually happened, though, was that the full-bladder ache abruptly became something else - a diffuse, unpleasant pain that I felt in my back and in my right side. Forget about losing control; I needed to pee now to get relief from the pain. I tried to go, and - nothing. Trying to force it only made it worse, so I took a few deep breaths and relaxed as much as I could. Finally a tiny trickle of pee started in my sweatpants. It wasn't enough, though, so I pushed until the trickle became a torrent. I felt warm wetness shoot down both of my legs to the knee and pool under my butt. After a few seconds, it stopped. I lay still in my puddle, content to just relax for a while. Very soon I realized that my bladder was still very full, but with the edge taken off the desperation, I couldn't pee again right away. I kept reading stories. With the pressure still building, I decided to see if having an orgasm would help relax me enough to pee. It only took a few minutes of rubbing my clit before I came. I settled in to resume waiting for my pelvic muscles to loosen up from their post-orgasm tension. Maybe 20 minutes later, I felt urine flow tentatively from my bladder to my pee hole. By this time I just wanted relief from the pleasantly aching urgency, so I didn't fight it. Instead, I did my best to relax. As before, a tiny trickle of pee flowed out. I couldn't keep it going just by relaxing, though: every time I felt it trickle around my butt, my sphincter involuntarily closed. I badly wanted to pee, and I was tired of waiting; so once again I pushed until the trickle became a stream and then a torrent. I felt the warm liquid shoot down my legs again - this time nearly to my ankles. I peed full-on for maybe 10 seconds before I had to pause for breath, but I immediately resumed. Soon I could hear a liquid burbling noise: I was peeing faster than the Throe could absorb it, and it was flowing into the puddle, making a sound not unlike a gentle fountain. My bladder was perhaps half empty at this point. The sheer relief felt amazing. I kept peeing forcefully, feeling the Throe grow wet and warm under my legs and butt, until the flow slowed to a trickle. When the last few drops had run out, I heaved a sigh of happiness and relief and just lay there bonelessly for a little while, feeling the gentle sensations of the pee puddle spreading out under and along my body. I kept reading wetting experience stories here, and before long, I was horny again. For the second time in half an hour, I reached into my sweatpants and rubbed myself until I came. Now came the real test of the Throe: cleanup. I sat up carefully, lifting the comforter off the bed as I did so (happily, it had stayed dry). My legs and the back of my shirt were soaked. Pee pooled around my butt, so I stood up carefully on the bed so as not to spill any fluid off the Throe. My puddle was much bigger than I'd realized; there was even pee on my pillow, to my chagrin. The back of my sweatpants was soaked from waist to ankle. I stripped off my wet clothing and dropped it in the center of the bed, then stepped carefully to the floor, managing not to spill anything. After a shower, I returned to inspect the damage more closely. The clothes I'd left on the bed had apparently absorbed the puddle. They were wet, obviously; but they didn't drip when I picked them up. My mattress remained completely dry. And the Throe? The material was plenty wet, but there didn't seem to be any freely puddled liquid left anywhere. It took my pee like a champ. What's more, it was soft and comfortable to lie on. Despite being waterproof, it didn't feel or sound like rubber or plastic: it felt just like a slightly fuzzy blanket. A couple of hours later, I was able to gather it up and toss it in the laundry, no problem (and I only waited that long because I lost track of time). I did find the sheet underneath to be very slightly damp later, but that could well be because I let the wet Throe sit there so long.
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  5. I've had a curiosity about wetting and secretly fantasized about it since I was in grade school. Its a fetish that's stayed with me all my life. But I've never researched or really indulged myself until recently. I'm not sure why-- I always figured it was really taboo and I was incredibly abnormal. But it was actually my discovery of this site that really spurred me to start exploring it! Public wetting specifically is where my deepest fantasies lie (I haven't quite worked up the nerve to fully act them out). That said I think I've taken some pretty bold steps recently. Before I start my story here's some vague yet revealing details about my life: I'm 5'3'', in my late 20's and have been married for 4 years (I've never told my husband about these fantasies but hopefully I can work up the courage!!!) I work part time 4 days a week as a paralegal and live in a pretty big town-- big enough to do something risqué in public without my friends hearing about it (I hope) And I'll leave the rest of my dimensions, hair color, etc up to the reader because I know people have their preferences and I'd like you to imagine me as you will! So prior to this I had to sort of un-potty train myself. I started with things like wetting my pants and shorts standing in the bath or the shower but had difficulty letting it go while clothed. It took some practice (and a glass of wine never hurt) but I've gotten competent enough to go at will more or less. I loved every moment-- the desperation, warmth, and relief most of all! I've caught myself many times now in public having to pee and fantasizing about doing it. But I never had the gall to just let go. Until today. I first felt the need to pee while I was at work-- about an hour before quitting time. The idea popped into my head when a surprise wave of desperation hit me. I started rubbing myself just thinking about it--I decided that today HAD to be the day. I got home around 1:30 like I usually do and changed into some tight button-fly levis that really hug my figure nicely. They're light blue so wet spots show up really well too--I know because I've wet these before in private. I also wore a belt, some toeless ankle boots, and a yellow vneck tshirt. I didn't wear panties though because I prefer going commando when I wet. (I go commando sometimes anyways because I like the way a rough crotch seam feels against my clit) There was a lot of pressure in my nether region and I was well past the point where I would normally head to a bathroom. But I wanted to really soak myself so I downed a glass of water before grabbing the clothes I wanted to return and left. On the way to my department stores I bought a sweet tea at McDonald's. I drank very quickly, perhaps to distract myself from my desperation, and ended up finishing before pulling into the shopping center parking lot. In the store, I took my time looking at clothes to exchange and trying things on. An hour of loitering really took its toll on my bladder! I had to stand with my legs crossed and walk briskly to lessen the pain. Not to mention a fair amount of crotch-grabbing and little dances here and there. I actually walked past the bathrooms a couple times-- but I was determined to make myself have an "accident". In moments of privacy I rubbed my pussy just thinking about how warm it would be to start peeing. But time and time again my nerves got the best of me! In my fantasies I always imagined that walking through the store with totally soaked jeans would be exhilarating. In the moment, though, all I could picture myself being was utterly embarrassed. Eventually I found a pair of black jeans I wanted to try on and hobbled over to the dressing room. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I can't describe to you how tempting it was to let loose right then! I really wanted to and god knows I was bursting! My legs were visibly shaking and I could feel my heart racing. But again my nerves got the best of me... although wetting in a dressing room is something I'll have to try one day! I put my levis back on and almost lost control when I cinched my belt. At this point I had lost all confidence in myself so I threw those tight black jeans in the discard bin and made my way to the exit. I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot because, you know, walking;'s good for you. When I stepped onto the pavement I spotted another women who must have had the same idea walking towards me from the far end. It occurred to me that this was the perfect moment to stage an accident! She was probably only 50 feet away at this point and the gap seemed to be closing fast. I was walking at a brisk pace, albeit with short, tight steps. I held my arms stiffly by my sides and my hands must have been balled up into fists. I had never actually peed my pants while walking but let me assure you in that moment it felt intensely doable! I noticed the woman shift her attention to me with a curious look. She must have been in her 50's. We were maybe 20 feet away from each other now and I was really trying hard to make myself piss. Then I felt it... I remember hearing myself quietly gasp. It was just a tiny stream at first. I looked down and noticed a very small dark spot slowly growing at the very base of my crotch. My bladder reflexively regained control of itself and cut the stream. Then, while still walking, I slowly exhaled the air I had gasped in. I looked up at the woman and felt an explosion of wetness on my pelvis. She had definitely noticed and was staring wide-eyed at the fly of my jeans. Peeing hard, I looked back down at myself to assess the damage. My jeans were thick enough and tight enough against my thighs that my pee hadn't yet found its way down one of my pant legs. But it had definitely started pooling around my crotch and shot hard up my fly and to the far sides of my thighs. I didn't let up there though-- I continued wetting as hard as I could. The stain was practically up to my waistband of my jeans and at this point and I could feel it shooting up my behind. The wetness was glistening against my crotch and you could almost see the pee streaming on the surface of the denim. I could even see pee start to pour out of the gaps between the buttons on my fly! The poor woman couldn't take her eyes off me! But she kept walking. And I kept walking. It was starting to cascade down my legs now, alternating from left to right with each step. We finally passed each other, and somehow with her gaze gone I managed to make myself pee even harder. My urine was audibly splattering on the pavement at this point. I must have left quite a trail! I continued peeing all the way back to my car. Still flooding my jeans, I quickly opened my door and hid behind it. I stood with my legs tight together and pushed my hand hard into my crotch. It was so warm-- it felt like a shower head shooting water on my clit! My chest was heaving and it felt like I was climaxing from an orgasm! I probably stood there for another 15 seconds just peeing. But it felt like a minute or more. I spread my legs a little and placed my hands against my thighs-- relaxing to let the last of my pee out. There was quite a puddle beneath me and only a little bit of fabric on my jeans that wasn't dark from wetness. I stood there for a bit basking in the warmth, letting the moment sink in... When I finally realized that I was standing in the middle of a parking lot with pee-soaked jeans, I quickly grabbed a towel from my back seat and placed on the drivers seat for me to sit on. Then I hopped in, started my car, and tore out of there! Needless to say this is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced and I plan on experimenting much more in the future. Maybe I'll share my adventures with all of you! Tell me about your first times and what you thought of mine! And let me know of any creative or exciting things I can do in the future! I can't wait to put on another show-- I'm really enthralled by the concept of 'convenience wetting' some people here engage in! Hopefully one day I'll have the courage to do something like that in public!
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  6. This is my first post. I felt it would be fitting to start with how I got into wetting. If you are interested I am 19 years old and white with brown hair and brown eyes and people often tell me that I'm cute and pretty but not like hot and sexy because I have an innocent look. I am average height and weight. It all started with my friend I'll call her Amy for privacy's sake. She was on the biking team and as I was to learn later, the coach had told her that it was common to pee while biking. She looked similar to me as she also had brown eyes and hair and that same innocent look. She was a bit shorter than me as she was about 5"4 and I 5"6. We were both more or less your average teenage girls. This story is from when me and my friend were both fourteen and going into ninth grade and we both had the same job as a lifeguard in the same camp in Georgia and for some reason or another the pool was always closed on Tuesdays so we didn't work. We decided that every Tuesday we would bike to the beach. The beach is a few miles away and a forty five minute bike ride there, however I was in shape and she wad on the biking team so we had no problem making the bike ride there even with a bag of towels and everything. On the third or fourth week the inevitable happened. About ten minutes after we left, I had to pee. The road was straight with only grass on both sides but a lot of cars so there was nowhere to pee before the beach. I still told her to look out for somewhere where I can pee in case we pass somewhere. And that's when it happened. She asked wether I was wearing my bikini or underwear underneath my running shorts. I thought this was a weird question but answered that I was wearing my bikini. She then told me that I should just pee right there. I told her that if she thought that I would pull my shorts down in public she was crazy. She answered that she meant that I should just pee through my shorts and my bikini. I told her that she was had to be kidding. However she answered that she was being completely serious. To prove it, she stood up and showed me her shorts. If you looked closely you could see that they were a little damp. She said that she was laying down outside before she came to pick me up and she was reading.She had to pee but she was being lazy and just peed right through them. I asked why her mother didn't care and she answered that she only did it outside and wouldn't come in until it dried. I still thought that it was a crazy idea though. She then told me how her coach warned the team about peeing during a race and that it was common for bikers to pee while riding. She said that bikinis are made to get wet anyway and that the running shorts would dry by the time we got to the beach.She said that she got used to peeing on her bike and even peed her shorts even off her bike as long as it was outside and wasn't wearing denim. She told me she also peed in skirts a lot since out didn't show and only wet her panties. I still decided not to pee. About fifteen minutes later I really was desperate. I told her that I was going to pee and she said go ahead. I tried to but I could not get it to come out.She told me that the sane thing happened to her on her first race. She ignored the warning of her coach and couldn't pee the whole way. At the end of the race she was really desperate to per. She ended up having an accident in front of everyone else but she wasn't the only one as a few other newbies did too. When we were almost there she says she had to pee so she stood up and just peed. The sight of her peeing made me lose control and I flooded my sorts and bikini. When we got to the beach I found out that she wasn't even wearing a bikini. She was wearing blue cotton panties that were soaked. She didn't mind be seeing her in her underwear but then she used a towel to put on her bikini. After going in the ocean, we layed down on towels and talked. Eventually the topic of peeing came up again. I asked her why she was able to let go of her pee like that. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to. Amy answered that she also wasn't able to at first. After her huge first race she went home and started trying to get used to peering through clothes. First she left her panties on while on the toilet trying to pee. However, she wasn't able to let go.so then she would pull her panties down and start peering then she would pull her panties on while still peeing. Once she got used to peeing through panties she added shorts on. After that she did it in the backyard and then finally on a bike. On the way back more or less the same thing happened. We both ended up peeing ourselves and I thought I was weird because it felt good. When I got home a started training myself to let go because I thought it would be helpful and I kinda felt weird about it. I knew about sex at the time but I didn't connect the two yet. A year or two later it became a sex fetish for me and I learned that she was just doing it for the convenience not because it was a sex fetish for her. Over the summer it became normal for us to pee while biking and I always peed through my bikini. One time I did it not while biking. I was outside and I just decided to pee myself for no reason. I felt a bit guilty but also a bit what I later found out to be turned on. I have quite a few more stories to tell about me and Amy where one of us if not both of us peed ourselves if anyone is interested.
    2 points
  7. Watch as Nikko pees in her pink panties, then masturbates, in this video. We head out into the forest for this video, wear we find Nikko wearing only a tank top and panties on a warm summer day. She is also desperate to pee. For the first bit of the video, Nikko talks openly about how much she loves having accidents and wetting herself. The entire time she is talking about it she is growing more and more aroused. Having reached a state of extreme arousal, and extreme desperation, Nikko proceeds to pee in her pink cotton panties as she rubs herself. As she finishes peeing, she continues fingering herself inside of her wet underwear. Eventually she takes the underwear off, and finishes masturbating. Before long, she has an intense climax. Wet, and in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, Nikko stands in the forest, naked from the waist down. Remembering that she is being recorded on video, she says goodbye, then takes a few moments to soak in and enjoy the experience she just had. NUDITY WARNING-
    2 points
  8. New emotions!

    With this small update, we put an end to the days of boring emoticons by introducing over 80 new Onion Head emotes! They can be accessed by clicking the smiley face icon in the editor, then clicking on "Onion Heads" in the category list. There are tons to choose from, and you can also find shortcodes for your favorites by hovering over them! So instead of having to search through the emoticon list every time you want to serenade your favorite forum members, you can just type :serenade: and your text will be automatically replaced with !
    2 points
  9. Relevant link: http://badlilblubunny.tumblr.com/post/137983171783/i-was-totally-ready-for-this-snow-storm
    2 points
  10. Messing

    I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!
    1 point
  11. Hi everyone! Its me again. I haven't been really writing as of late but its 2 am and I'm on a sort of tired whim, so don't blame me if this isn't as well written as my others.~ So as a lot of you may know, I'm recently into a new relationship with a lovely girl who's name I won't be giving out. Luckily, this isn't 30 years ago so I won't be beaten to death in public for dating another girl, but on the flipside of that we get ogled by everything in the vicinity whenever we're the slightest bit affectionate in public so ehhh... But anyway, she's lovely, I love her to death and I could honestly ramble on all day about how great she is, but this is very specifically not the place to do that. The important thing is she lives a bit...far off, so I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like to. So even though we're both kinda the stay shut in and cuddle and watch netflix/play video games all day types, whenever we get together we decide to put a little effort into at least getting up and doing SOMETHING, you know? So she decided to take me to...a club. I'd never been to one before, and she'd only been dragged by friends. She insisted it would be fun though, because where I am isn't the most densely populated place on earth, and even though neither of us are overly social she was of the mindset that if we just stayed out of the center of the action and found a spot to hang out in, we'd be fine. But juuust in case we dragged along two of my friends who WERE social to bite the conversation-leading bullet in case we were approached by any predatory club-goers (because that's what like, 50% of them are there for if I'm correct.) It is here that one of my infamous mishaps occurred, because I apparently cannot be trusted around liquid if I want to do anything. (Kidding :P) So, obligatory description bit, you know the drill. I'm too pale for comfort, my raven-black hair only exacerbating this to the point if I hear one more pale joke I'll throw up, but I actually did put a teal streak in it...I'm thinking I might dye it red at some point. Throw me in the like, 5'5-5'7 range and I haven't weighed in awhile, but under 110 (I need to eat more.) On this day, it being a hot summer day which I can't deal with because I'm Canadian and I don't like warm, I was wearing a black tank top and white tight fitting shorts, because due to the way women's clothing works, anything baggy enough for my comfort slides off my tiny frame and even though I have cute belts and stuff I don't want to wear them every single day of my life until the day I die. So we were at this club. Luckily it wasn't nearly as loud or crowded as movies make it out to be, but a secret VIP section with hot-tubs and Russian mobsters is still unknown, will investigate further. As my lovely waifu predicted, we were able to find a boothy-thing in the corner and just chill out. And as most people do at these places...We began to drink. Drink, and chat, and drink, and chat. We'd cycle through the four of us who would go get various rounds of drinks, and I'd rush my bit the most because I don't like being alone without people I know in places with strange people. So I'd go, grab the drinks, come back, and resume chatting, regardless of how some people in IRC think I don't want to chat. Eventually I began to see that my darling wifey and the other two would occasionally take a minute or two longer than expected. Upon inquiry, I found out they had been taking bathroom breaks because, well, we WERE drinking very copious amounts of fluid, and also becoming very intoxicated. It was probably due to the intoxication and the fact that I hadn't, as the kids say, "broken the seal" yet that I hadn't noticed that holy shit I need to pee. I reflexively crossed my legs and dug my nails into the side of my leg as it jumped straight to the forefront of my mind. If you ever want to know how someone can go from completely fine to desperate in a single moment, it appears alcohol and confusion are key factors. I tried to shove the worry out of my mind, as I always do, and even try to enjoy it given my enthusiasm for the subject. As you know, this usually leads to me delaying, and as such, usually leads to incidents, which in turn, usually ends up in me writing on here. Usually. But even though for once, this occurred to me, I was a little nervous to get up. I really must push the fact that while on the internet I talk and yell a lot, I have really bad social anxiety in real life and tend to keep to myself. This was a strange new environment filled with strange new people. I didn't even know where the damn bathroom was. So I just decided to deal with it for a bit, and wait until it was my turn to fetch the drinks. Everyone else made detours to the bathroom on those trips, so it must have been within reasonable detour distance from the bar. While going to the bathroom before buying drinks is an automatic action for most, given my issues, I had to plan strategically. Because you know, I'm not smart enough to do the reasonable thing and just get up and go. So one round passes. I feel the urge, and my bladder, increasing in intensity. I start to rock a little in my seat, which I attributed to the drunkenness and giddiness when asked. Another round passes. I can feel a pressure now. The urge is one thing, you know what I mean? Just signals to the brain. But an actual physical feeling of pressure is when you know things are getting serious. I snake a hand between my crossed legs whenever the other 3 in the booth are sufficiently distracted enough, while I continue to sip on my drinks because I'm an idiot, but this time I can blame my idiocy on the fact that at this point I was full on drunk. And so, I got drunker and drunker as said events went on. I would be a black belt in drunken fist by the end of this night. Round 3, I'm basically dying. My girlfriend can tell somethings wrong and she asks if I'm sick because I'm just there, obviously sweating, legs crossed and rocking, but I just say my stomach is unsettled and I need to walk a bit, and then put on an act pretending I was just then having the idea to fetch the next round to kill two birds with one stone! I stand up....and nearly fall over. Right. The alcohol. I walk in the direction of the bar, if you could call it walking. I hobble, legs kind of together, holding myself whenever I'm in a spot people wouldn't be paying attention to, and I frantically look around somewhere, anywhere for a bathroom. I spot one off to the right of the bar, and I immediately head inside. The sight of the queues make my stomach drop, and I feel myself dribble into my underwear from the momentary shock. Upon seeing that multiple of the women have noted my presence, I decide I don't want the attention and slip back out of the door, and lean against the wall before holding myself a bit, focusing on stopping the dribble. I succeeded though, very luckily, and I checked myself expertly like I had done so many times before in my life. Fortunately my shorts were dry, though I could definitely feel the dampness in my underwear. I won't lie, I started to panic a little, but I told myself I could wait for the queues to disperse; if everyone I was with had been able to go earlier and not be too long, this must've just been a busy time. But I also had to pick up the drinks! So like the dutiful person I am, I did so and brought them back. I did the smart thing and tried to act natural, while avoiding touching my drink...which my girlfriend took note of but I insisted I was fine. That was a total lie of course; I'm certain my shaking was probably visible. Regardless nobody questioned it, probably being too smashed to actually think logic based thoughts or observe anything off. I sat there, wondering how long it would take 10 or 12 women to go through 4 stalls..and I sat. And I wondered. And I leaked. And I...what? My thoughts snapped back to my throbbing bladder and I realized my control was beginning to slip. I shoved my hand between my legs trying to stop it and control myself, but the sudden movement just caused me to spurt instead, and I could feel the warmth against my fingertips. I clutched, hard, feeling the white fabric go damp against my crotch. And the warmth came forth again. And again. And I began to panic as I realized I was slowly beginning to pee in my shorts right there in the booth. Luckily, given I had gotten up earlier, I was on the outside of the seat. I took off without another word. I do not recall if I heard anyone call after me, but I know nobody immediately followed. I hobbled past, dribbling once or twice more into my shorts before I found a spot to once again, feel and check...and my crotch was very, very damp. I began panicking even more, and even MORE when I looked towards the only bathroom I knew of and saw the queue had not shrunk, but grown! This is when my usual mindset came into place. Hyper focus. Point of no return, what was to be done? Where else might a bathroom be? Just the thought of that made me dribble more. I wouldn't be surprised if some hit the floor, but given my hidden away position near a wall, towards a corner, in a low-light environment such as this, nobody saw my situation from what I could see; in fact I didn't see a single person look in my direction. Most people were drunk and on the dance floor lost in their on little worlds. That's when for whatever reason, I figured that a bathroom might be near the entrance, and without a second thought that's where I headed. Naturally I got there and there was none in sight...And I no longer had time to look around, I realized, as I leaned against a wall, a wave of pure need to release just washing over me...I felt my crotch go warm, and some urine run down my thigh. I saw a drop hit the floor and I ran. I ran out the entrance, and made a break for the south side of a building...It was facing a hill, was dark, and opposite the side that had the parking lot. Nobody was there, and but a single light that I stood under, my head against the side of the building as I drunkenly tried to undo my button on my shorts. And I tried. And I tried. It only got harder as I had to suddenly shove my hand into the crotch of my shorts, the need to release hitting me like a truck once again. My head against the wall was the only thing holding me up..And I couldn't undo that damn button, even as I started losing control. Now that I was in the light, I could see the damp spot on my shorts suddenly and violently expand from beneath my hand, a hand that was instantly warm and soaked. I slammed my legs together, frantically rubbing them together and bouncing while applying pressure with my hand, trying to stop the flow as I loudly moaned in a mixture of desperate, frantic despair and ever-needed relief. I managed to slow it, but not stop it, just as I got the button unstuck. Very ironically, the sudden expansion of bladder space was like a trigger, and I immediately, full on, burst. Let me tell you, like a glass tipping over. I didn't think to try yanking my shorts down, I immediately stuck my free hand between my legs with the other, as I felt my pee shoot out of me, soaking both my hands as I felt pee spread all across the front of my shorts (likely due to the position of my hands) and all around my ass began to feel warm as well, urine cascading down my legs onto the ground, as I just moaned in...I don't even know what anymore, just all the sensations were too much and I couldn't stay silent. As always, I fought to the bitter end, constantly bouncing and jiggling and making what were probably way too erotic noises, as I threw my legs into every damn position I could, trying to repair a dam that had already collapsed from its cracks. Leave it to me to fight a long since lost battle, obvious given the state of my clothes and the puddle on the ground, like I would if I still hadn't lost a drop. But eventually, I was standing there in soaked shorts, with soaked legs, empty, and to be honest, exhausted. I did a long loop around the building and back to the lot where we kept the car, staying on the outer edges to avoid the light. Once I reached the car, I got my really big hoodie out of the passenger side and tied it around my waist, and just kinda leaned against the car for a bit. I think I could have honestly fallen asleep standing up against the car, because you know, liquor, before I was suddenly woken up by my girlfriend, who had come looking for me out there when she couldn't find me inside. She asked me if I was okay, etc, which was perfectly fine other than the fact that she had an arm on the car on each side of me and was reaaal close to my face. Upon getting confirmation I was okay, her lips were immediately on mine, and I was about to be equally as receiving given even I realize that alcohol = friskiness, but I also realized that I couldn't let her touch the bottom half of me right now under any circumstance, so I suddenly feigned ill (again) and asked if she'd fetch the other two because I just wanted to go home and watch a movie. She agreed that we'd been out awhile anyway, and very determinedly and dutifully set off to do so (god she's awesome) and I just sat in the passenger seat, on my sweater that was still tied to me...and I dozed off. When I woke up we were back home, and first moment I could I ran up and changed, throwing my clothes (and sweater) into the laundry as I put on my pajamas. My memory is hazy due to the buzz of the night, but I'm PRETTY sure I got off scot-free, as I tend to. Before anyone asks, none of us drove; There was a friend down the street, visiting another friend, who lived in an apartment a few buildings down from the club. She was just waiting on a phone call. Anyway, that's my story! Did you like it? Tell me what you liked and didn't like, I'm always looking to improve, even when I'm lazily writing at what is now 4:30 am (procrastination and stuff made the writing of this take 2 and a half hours holy shit -.-) As always, I love you all, you're amazing :) Feel free to leave various responses or even shoot a message my way! I really hope my writing continues to be well received. ^^~ OTHER TALES OF KOZMOFOX: Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University (Oh my god I don't remember embedded links taking up so much space LOL: got rid of the embeds for less scrolling) Various edits because every time I look over this I find a minor error
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  12. A "Choose Your Own Adventure" story with omorashi themes? Just what you've been waiting for, right? Well wait no longer! The tutorial room was filled with empty boxes and piles of books. Mostly ancient National Geographics, yellowing Mill& Boon, and shitty trade paperbacks from the 80's. You question your decision, not for the first time, to help out the University book fair committee by doing a first pass on the boxes of donations. Books are cool. These book are not. The pile of books that you and Nita have thought merited the attentions of an actual librarian barely qualifies for the word pile. It's two. Can two things be a pile? What if they were grains of sand? You'd need move than two right? You consider asking Nita her thoughts on what would constitute a pile but decide it's just too hot to have that argument today. You finish off the last of your water-bottle and wipe away the sheen of sweat that keeps appearing on your brow. You imagine you must look a mess. Nita, of course, looks great. You aren't sure you've even ever seen her sweat. There's only one box left unopened. You could sort through it. It probably wouldn't take five minutes. Or you could leave it for Nita and go to the bathroom for a quick pee. You've needed to for a while now and like your Mum always tells you, "a stitch in time saves nine." But it isn't anything like an emergency and it would be a bit slack to lump the last box on Nita. To open the last box yourself turn to page 89 To go to the toilet turn to page 43
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  13. Hey guys. It's been a long time since I posted anything so here. I am posting my encounter of seeing a public desperation. It happened a few weeks ago on school break. So without any more delays, on with the story. After a long week of projects and tests and school work, we have a whole week to rest. Me and my buddies were not going to waste anymore time so we decided to go see a movie. We went to the movie theatre at a nearby mall to watch kong. I headed there first as usual, my friends were not the fastest and the most laziest in this planet. We bought our tickets a day ago so we don't have to wait in line to buy. I waited outside the theatre they were playing Kong. I had to wait for my friends because food and drinks were on them. It must have been an hour and a half or something. As I was browsing Facebook on my phone, I noticed a worker at the theater who was supposed to get the tickets before entering. I don't know what you call them, maybe an usher. She was wearing a green uniform and a darker green skirt with high heels and stockings. I notice her fidgeting and crossing her legs constantly. I try not to look at her to avoid causing any trouble. I put on my headset and pretend I was listening tomusic. I went closer to her, just by a couple if posters near the entrance but I can still hear her. I can hear her moan in desperation to use the toilet. Thinking she really had to go badly but her boss told her to stay were she was until her shift ends. It must be pure mental and physical torture. I see another lady in matching uniform holding a bottle of water walking near the poor desperate lady. I heard their conversation if her asking to takeover her shift for a few minutes while she relieves herself without making any mess, especially on her uniform. But her CO worker told her to deal with it and drank from her bottle to tease the poor thing. Seeing how desperate she is and about to burst at any moment, she stands up and leaves her place to search for a restroom. Before she was even about to leave, a man in a suit walked to her and told her not to leave her sport. The guy must be her boss, since he he had a nametag saying manager. He told her people might get in without a ticket or might bring outdoor food and drinks inside. She was really at her limit and was starting to do a pee dance. She tries very hard to hide it from people, even if she really needs to go. A few of her CO workers walk by teasing about her desperation increased her need. Until who I think might be her best friend went up and took her place while she released herself. But as soon as she stood and left, she was not aware where the restrooms were at. She must be new to the mall. I texted my friends and they told me they might be late, so out of curiosity I followed the lady. I can see her fidgeting and crossing her legs as she looks for a restroom. But because if a crowd, I lost her and decided to return to the theater. When I came back my friends were about to enter and we watched the movie. After the movie I checked if the lady was still around. I see her in a chair nearby crossing her legs, while watching the lady teasing her earlier fidgeting in the same predicament she was in. I don't know if she had wet herself but I think she has a wet spot on her skirt. I am not going to tell which mall she worked at but it had 3 theaters. She was short maybe 5 ft 8, brown hair and wearing make up. And I don't know her. Hope you guys enjoy, comment and tell me what you guys want to see next and I hope you enjoyed the story.
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  14. This is going to be my first story, it's about a group of girls on an unspecified college sports team who go on a trip to a museum. I decided to set the story in spring of 1997 so I can write a follow up story if it's well received. The girls in the story are wearing their team jackets and 90's era jeans that are either light or medium blue. Tell me how you like it! Chapter 1 As the group of college girls boarded the bus they were all loud but soon quieted down, "I'm Amber your coach Hannah's sister" the bus driver said. They had rented a cheap bus and luckily for them Amber was a licensed bus driver, and a good one at that. "So it's about 11:00 o'clock right now and in about an hour we'll stop for lunch, we should be at the museum around 1:00, any questions?" ... "okay good!" Amber said as no one asked any questions. Two girls, Kate and Brandie chatted to pass the time "how was your trip with your boyfriend?" asked Kate, "he's not my boyfriend, and it actually wasn't that great we're not really right for eachother". Kate waited unsure how to respond, Brandie said "don't worry though he knows how I feel and he actually feels the same way", "I guess thats not that bad then, did you enjoy the trip?" asked Kate. Brandie's response was an excited "yup! even though we didn't click it wasn't terrible". Both girls continued chatting until they arrived at their lunch destination. All the girls got off the bus and went into the resturant and ordered their meals, which came with free refills for their drinks. "No way I'd drink more than one of those" said Brandie as Kate and the girls around her filled up on drinks, "why?" Kate said. Brandie having been put on the spot blurted out "what if the we get caught in traffic?, or what if..." Kate interrupted her and said "the youngest person here is 19 I'm sure that what your thinking about won't be a problem". After that they switched back to their normal conversations and finished up their meals, it was now 12:30 and they were back on the road. For the next 40 minutes the ride was uneventful, however about 15 minutes from their destination a girl stood up in her seat and said "how long until we're at the museum" their coach said "about 10 more minutes". Brandie didn't say anything but wondered if the girl had to pee, surely most of them had to go with the way they swallowed those drinks. She soon turned to Kate and said jokingly "you have to pee yet?" "yeah, and I'm probably not the only one its not like it matters though since were almost there". At around 1:20 the girls arrived at the museum and as they exited the bus they noticed the parking lot was strangely empty.
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  15. So... I just left the house to go on a walk in a fairly wet diaper. I live in a suburban neighborhood, so thankfully there aren't many people around, but I need to poop rather badly. What should I do? I'm open to most stuff as long as it isn't too sexual/extreme. But I don't have much time...
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  16. Her face says it all, pain, exhaustion, confusion and fear, expressing themselves noticeably. Eyes clamped tightly shut, lips wobbling like jelly, sweat trickling down her face and the silent murmurs of her innocent cries all were there. Only centimeters from you, your eye's are treated to front row view of her amazing display. Her beautiful body, jerking from side to side whilst shuffling around erratically, like a bear getting an itch. You know she's at her limit, as tears accompanied by the smell fear lingering around her like a swarm of locus. All it would take is an action to break her resolve... But friends don't do that and you wouldn't... Or would you? As her cries get louder, a small jet of urine escapes, marking a large spot on her jeans. She's like a balloon, she'll pop any minute now... But something spreads over your face, shouting something more thats more than mischief and excitement, but something deeper... Guiding a hand onto her leg, you manage to get a look from distressed friend. Her gasps and pained voices call you, they long for relief. Both of your eyes are completely locked onto each other and your lips are hungry, almost as if you had a long suffered starvation for far to long. Pouncing onto your friend, you throw her back onto the car door. You give her a look of sexual hunger, as you start to kiss her hard, almost savagely, completely silencing her calls and shocking her to the core. A loud hissing sound echoes within the car, as the aura of urine reaches your nose, like a shark who's smelt blood, you engulf your prey. Cupping her crotch with your right hand, you can feel the juices race through your hands and onto the warm leather. But the urgency of your kiss completely melts her, but ultimately, she opens her mouth to receive the kiss. Your mind is completely blank, but the urgency for more swarms the both of you, engulfing you into a relationship that will last for years to come.
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  17. It is amazing. :D I wish they had included an omo scene (Yuri K. is cool but Yuri Plisetsky would be nice too), but that's a bit too much to ask.
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  18. where are they?

    I'm from the great PNW! (Pacific Northwest)
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  19. @spiritedpearl holding again, I got distracted while I was cleaning the bathroom and accidentally peed. I need to put a note on the toilet to remind myself I'm supposed to be holding
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  20. never played fallout, still enjoy all your stories, I barely read any here, but if I see your name I do and then I start fawning over it a bit in the comments
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  21. I recently had to have an ultrasound done, and of course a full bladder was required! So as I was standing in line at the front desk, a woman in front of me was quite desperate. She was slightly hunched over - but hiding that by pretending to lean in closer to the secretary - and clenching her thighs together. This was her conversation with the secretary: Woman: Is having a full bladder absolutely necessary for the ultrasound? Secretary: Yes, it's required. Woman: Okay because I'm just dying for a wee *nervous laugh* Secretary: Ah yes we get that all the time, try to hold on if you can. Woman: I'll be fine if I sit down, probably. The secretary then gave her directions on where to go next, and she was visibly desperate to get to the waiting room so she could sit down. I wasn't able to follow her because I had to fill out a form before I could finally go there, and she was already gone by the time I got there. The directions to the waiting room were quite complicated, and she had to have the secretary repeat them twice before she could focus enough on where to go. On my own behalf it was kind of boring really. I was worried I hadn't had enough to drink so I drank two cups of water, and when I went in I still only felt slightly full, but the ultrasound tech was asking me if I was uncomfortable, that my bladder looked very full, and that she herself would be crying if her bladder was as full as mine. I was only feeling a pleasant tingling on my pussy from her pressing down on it, it was very enjoyable. I told her I was still quite comfortable but wouldn't get on the train like this. She laughed and said yes definitely go to the toilet before leaving. I went to pee after the exam because otherwise it would just look weird, but it wasn't as nice as a real explosive pee. :/ My poor baby was probably relieved as it was being pushed by my bladder. :S
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  22. Thanks for sharing! I enjoyed reading about your desperation at the park, even more so that diapers were included ;) But lovely as that was you topped it off with pictures of your beautiful (albeit dirty ) behind lol Glad you enjoyed yourself, please if I may ask....more in the future! :)
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  23. I wet but disappointingly I didn't lose control first. I halfway spurted but gave up and just decided to wet. I'm gonna wash up. My clothes are a bit cold and itchy now so I'd better put the in the wash and rinse myself off. I'll be running to the bathroom for the rest of the night because of all of that water though lol.
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  24. I need help >.<

    I have several unfinished fictions that I still think are great ideas, I just haven't had the motivation to continue them and feel intimidated everytime I go to look at them. My last fanfic I posted was started last year in June. I left it sitting for months unfinished before I finally mustered up the courage to finish it and post it. It's not that I had lost interest in them, I simply found other things that seemed much more simple to occupy my time and then got used to not thinking about writing. I always seem to focus on the end goal, finishing it and posting -- not actually writing it and letting it end naturally. So I can understand your problem perfectly. I think I just try to force myself to start writing and hope I get on enough of a roll to get it done.
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  25. It's almost all out, a lot of it came out when I stood up... It's very solid, but still easy to pass, I'm shaking a bit, the relief is amazing
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  26. Your thinking of KonoSuba, which is one of the best anime in the past couple years. For general guidelines, don't watch SAO (it's absolute trash), watch something like Sangastsu no Lion or Clannad. I'd also recommend No Game No Life or Re:Zero. Also try to use CrunchyRoll, since watching on pirate sites hurts the industry.
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    From the album: ete

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  28. http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/trump-us-cruise-missiles-hit-syria-airbase-1.4059761
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  29. I've had several partners over the course of my romantic history. Some I've told about my fetish, some I haven't, but in no case has it been a relationship ending discovery. In the majority of cases they had a kink of their own, and, sometimes, we even indulged eachother's. A lot of apprehension went into the decision to tell them, usually, but it generally turned out okay even if they weren't prepared for such an unusual turn-on, so it wasn't worth stressing out about. Basically, what I'm saying is that, if they really care about you, your fetish isn't going to be a deal breaker... as long as you don't try to force it on them.
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  30. I know I don't post often, but this is, in my mind, definitely worthy of being posted. Recently, during spring break, I went to Florida with my girlfriend. For the sake of privacy, we'll call her Brittney. Brittney is about 5'7, not the tallest, but not a shrimp, either. She has dark brown hair, down to about 4 inches past her shoulders. She also has a really weak bladder ;). She has an AMAZING body, and I'm not saying that just because she's my girlfriend; she really is beautiful, with a perfect slim body, and blemish-free skin, and a jocular personality. But, I'm rambling, so let's get on with the story. It was spring break, and we were really happy to be out of college for a week. And what better place to go than iconic Florida; the beautiful weather, palm trees dotting the landscape, and sunny weather, as well as there being a beach on 3 sides. We'd planned on visiting multiple places during our trip, such as the beach, Disney Parks (which will come into play in the other parts), many shops, and more. As of this part, we were going to the beach. We had just dropped our stuff off at the hotel. It was located on a beach, so we woke up early to hunt for seashells and sand dollars. She undressed in the bedroom, and came out in a pretty, pink bikini, that highlighted her magnificent body. "You look amazing!" I said. "I knew that swimsuit would look nice on you." (Proper grammar tells me to change paragraphs every paragraph, but screw that. I'm not perfect.) "You're just saying that," she grunted back, for she was still waking up. I noticed a squirm and slight hop while she talked, which got me excited. After some conversation, and a couple of cups of coffee, we decided it was time to start our search. "Let's go," I announced. I noticed she was heading to the bathroom, but she changed her direction as I said that. "Good idea," she agreed, with a slight curtsy. "There's rain in the forecast, anyway, so we should hurry." We headed out, and it began to cloud up. As we walked, we gathered a couple of shells and sea dollars, and I noticed that as she walked, she had an occasional skip, and this excited me. Finally she announced "I need to pee. I've needed to go all morning." "Why didn't you go?" I teased. I knew exactly why. "Well-Idk. Let's keep looking." She brushed it off. A few droplets of rain had begun to fall, and I noticed some more signs of desperation: she was bouncing (her perfect breasts did as well ;)) and I heard an occasional whimper. The rain turned into a pour, and it was cold! If you've ever been to the beach during rain, you know how bad it hurts, like cold pins and needles. She stopped in her tracks, shaking, and held her crotch. "This rain is NOT helping!" We were about 25 minutes away from the hotel, so we decided to head back. After about 15 minutes of walking, she stopped and slowly squatted to the ground, shaking and shoving her fingers into her pussy. "Just go already!" I exclaimed. "No one is out here, and even if someone sees, they'll think it's rain." For some reason that I'll NEVER understand, she said "No, I can make it." I thought to myself "YES!" for I'd never seen her this desperate before. After about 7 more minutes of walking, (for Brittney skipping) she stopped, squatted and whimpered. "Omg I have to pee sooooo bad!" She cried. She looked at me with a tear in her eye, and I was exhilarated. "Just go!" For some reason, she wanted me to block her, and idk why, but she pulled her bikini bottom (no pun intended) down, and exposed her beautiful pussy. I was mesmerized, and couldn't look away. "I can't go!" She yelled. By this point, the rain and wind created huge waves, and it was really loud. "Hurry!" I replied. After another 10 seconds of not being able to go, she pulled her bottoms back up, and it left a nice cameltoe from the soaking rain. She noticed it, but had to go too bad, and didn't bother fixing it in her dilemma. We finally got back to our hotel, and her desperation became very obvious. Lucky for her, and elevator was already open in the lobby. I pressed the 5th floor button, and as it went up, she bounced and whispered "gotta pee gotta pee." It stopped on the 3rd floor, and as it did, the force jolted her, and she yelped and shoved her hands into her pussy. Another family entered, so Brittney couldn't hold for the time being. I smiled at her, but a tear streamed down her face, and I kinda felt bad. When it reached the 5th floor, she ran to our room, but I had the key. As I opened the door (taking my time, of course, and ACCIDENTALLY hehe put the key card wrong twice), she squirmed, and cried "Hurry!!!" When I finally got it open, she sprinted inside, and slipped and fell on the carpet. She yelped, and as she got up, her legs crossed, a bit of pee leaked out. She stopped and held for 10 seconds, at this point crying. She finally started walking (more like waddling, with her hands in her crotch) again, and when she reached the cold tile floor, all was lost; she yelped, and pee cascaded through her perfect cameltoe, and she still had her legs crossed, as well as being bent over, holding. It streamed down her legs, and rolled into the seams of the tiles. It dripped off of her still futilly holding fingers, and made beautiful dripping sounds as they fell. She stood there for a good minute and a half before it finally stopped. She slowly crouched down and sat in her puddle, and buried her hands in her face. The whole time, I had been mesmerized, and when she finally looked at me, teary-eyed, I was snapped back into focus. "I'll get a towel," I suggested. When I came back, she was completely undressed, exposing her perfect breasts and dripping pussy. She blushed, for she'd never fully exposed herself to me. "Omg I'm so sorry!" She apologized. I'm not sure if she was apologizing for the mess, or being naked. The next day, we went to a Disney Park, and more happened there. Hope you enjoyed! To be continued!
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  31. You can always go to the bathroom later. You let your eyes drift closed and try to fall back into your dream. It doesn't really work but you let your waking imagination take over. His chest pressed against yours, his hands wrapped around your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You gently move your fingertips in small circles along your vulva, soft tingling surging as your thumb bumps against your clitoris. Mmm. Yes. You've absolutely made the right decision. Your fingers slide wetly, effortlessly along your folds. You consider pulling Mr Green from his hiding place behind a half-read copy of Anna Karenina in the drawer of your bed-side table. But you decide you aren't going to need him today. You can feel your breath falling into a regular pattern; long and clear. It matches the deepening intensity of your arousal. All thoughts of peeing have fled. All thoughts of the world have fled. It's just you and your phantom lover. You part your legs to let him inside you; catching you breath as you imagine the first penetration. Your fingers pick up speed. Dancing now, vibrating left and right across your clit. The tension has built itself up to breaking point. You are going to come. And you do. You make noise. You can't help that. Hopefully Nita can't hear you next door but you aren't thinking about that now. Your fingers contract; biting nails into your palms. Your bladder contracts; and releases, unnoticed. Your bladder is already empty before you realize you've just wet yourself. Instantly the spell is broken. "Oh fuck..." You mutter. This isn't good at all. You've absolutely made the wrong decision. At that point you hear a key turn in the lock on your door and Nita barges into your room. "Hey! Are you OK? You aren't answering you phone or the door? It's like 10:30!" Damn it. You are not excited to have to admit to Nita that you've wet the bed. She'll probably tease you for years. That said, she is your best friend and you could probably do with some help cleaning up without the rest of the dorm finding out. To tell Nita that you've wet your bed turn to page 38 To try to make her leave you alone turn to page 61
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  32. Two nice sightings from a couple of years ago in my very first office job. Anyone who used to read my stories on Experience Project will probably remember this one. A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to visit the swanky corporate offices owned by a company I’ve recently secured a job with. The day involved sitting in a fairly small room with about 20 other new starters and employees, listening to lots of presentations There were plenty of refreshments available, and this led to two nice desperation sightings. One of the presentations was given by two women from HR, who were advising us on the sort of projects we would be assigned to. One of them, Sarah, was in her early 30s, attractive with short brown hair, wearing a knee length flowery dress, brown leather boots and a jacket. The other, Jenny, was younger, curvy but cute with light brown hair and glasses. As they stood at the front of the room waiting to be introduced by one of the managers, I noticed Sarah had her legs crossed tightly and kept looking towards the door. Jenny noticed and smiled, and Sarah whispered something in her ear, smiling sheepishly. Jenny laughed quietly and I heard her say ‘Quickly go now, they’re just down the corridor’, pointing over her shoulder, but Sarah smiled and shook her head. I immediately began to pay attention, realising that she obviously wanted to go for a pee quite badly, and probably hadn’t had time before rushing in to give the presentation. The two women were introduced and Sarah began to speak, walking forward so everybody could see her. As soon as she stood still, she immediately crossed her legs tightly, pressing her thighs together. After about a minute, Jenny began to add to what Sarah was saying, and Sarah uncrossed her legs, shifting her weight from foot to foot while Jenny was speaking, hands tightly clasped in front of her dress. She started speaking again, still shifting from foot to foot. She must have realised how obvious it looked because she soon stopped, but she couldn’t stand still for more than a couple of seconds before re-crossing her legs, bending her knees ever so slightly. She was obviously desperate, and was speaking fairly quickly, clearly trying to get through the presentation as quickly as possible. She spent the rest of the presentation either with her legs crossed or shifting from foot to foot, and whenever it was Jenny’s turn to speak, Sarah would let her desperate urge to pee become more obvious: folding her arms across her chest, keeping her legs crossed while she bent forward ever so slightly, even dancing from foot to foot at one point, bending her knees. By now they’d been talking for around 15 minutes, and had finished everything they needed to say. Sarah moved back to standing next to Jenny as one of the managers clarified a couple of points, but I wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. As I watched her, Sarah crossed her legs so tightly she nearly lost her balance, accidentally bumping into Jenny. She whispered sorry, giving a little embarrassed smile, whispering something in Jenny’s ear. Jenny laughed quietly, glancing down at Sarah’s tightly crossed legs. If Sarah thought she finally had chance to escape and relieve her aching bladder, she was mistaken. The manager asked if we had any questions, and of course, being keen new starters, we had plenty to ask. As she was the more senior of the two, most of the questions were directed at Sarah, which meant that most of the focus was on her. Even though she was clearly desperate to run off and have a long, relieving pee, she had to stand and answer question after question, her fidgeting getting more frantic. Although she mostly kept her legs tightly crossed, she would occasionally uncross them, bounce on the spot slightly and re-cross them almost immediately. She was finding it harder and harder to stay still, and I noticed that while they were waiting for questions, she kept glancing up to look at the clock. After about half an hour of a constant barrage of questions, I could see that Sarah was getting really desperate. While the manager was clarifying an answer to somebody’s question, Sarah was standing with her arms folded, tapping the toe of her boot on the floor behind her. She noticed Jenny watching, and smiled at her again, whispering something that sounded like ‘I really, really need the loo’, just barely loud enough for me to hear as I was sat right at the front of the room. As the manager asked the room if there were any more questions, Sarah bounced on the spot quite obviously, bending her knees and biting her lip, betraying her desperate need for a wee. Of course, there were more questions, and Sarah had to cross her legs, squeezing her thighs together tightly as she answered. Her answers were getting shorter, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying, losing her train of thought more than once, and Jenny often had to step in to help. Sarah’s mind was clearly concentrating more on the pressure in her uncomfortably full bladder than answering our questions. Although when she started the presentation she spoke fairly calmly, now she was getting more and more animated with her answers, occasionally dancing around a little and fidgeting on the spot as she spoke. It was incredibly sexy to see a professional, attractive woman trying to hide her desperation from the whole room, especially when everyone’s eyes were focused on her. Eventually, our questions ended. I saw Sarah look up at the clock and bite her lip: she’d been standing in front of us, bursting to pee, for nearly 50 minutes. After the manager closed out the morning’s presentations and we all stood up to get lunch from a buffet table at the side of the room, I watched Sarah out of the corner of my eye, expecting her to dart out of the room. To my surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she stood talking to Jenny until the manager walked over to congratulate them on the successful presentation. She grinned, crossing her legs tightly, and asked him ‘Can I go to the toilet now please?’ jokily, bending forwards. He laughed and said of course, and I heard her say she’d been needing to go throughout the whole presentation. However, after the manager left, she didn’t leave the room. Instead, she went over to the lunch table, grabbing some food before being asked yet another question by one of the new starters. She stood with her legs crossed extremely tightly, answering his questions for a good few minutes. I waited patiently for her to finish before she turned to me, smiling, and I asked her to clarify something (though really it was just an excuse to keep her waiting even longer). Although she seemed desperate (keeping her legs tightly crossed throughout the whole conversation, speaking quickly and hurriedly, and biting her lip while she listening to me) she made no attempt to try and excuse herself and run off for the pee she’d been dying to have for the past hour. Eventually, after talking to a few more people (always standing with her legs tightly crossed or shifting from foot to foot) and finishing her lunch, she left the room in no hurry, walking off in the direction of the toilets. I get the feeling that, although she was clearly bursting, she wanted to hold on just a little while longer before finally relieving herself, maybe even enjoying the fact she had no choice but to cross her legs until she finally had chance to go to the loo. Later in the afternoon, we worked in small grouped in order to produce a short presentation about a recent topic in the news. During one group’s presentation I noticed that one girl, a very cute and slim blonde called Joanne, wearing a smart white top and tight grey trousers, could barely stand still and had a tense expression on her face, her cheeks a little flushed. I thought it might just be nerves, but from the way she was fidgeting it definitely looked like she needed to pee. While she was waiting for her turn to speak, she was standing with her thighs pressed together, hands clasped behind her back. As I watched her, I watched her eyes linger on the clock, and she bit her lip and bounced up and down ever so slightly on the balls of her feet. She then bent one knee, crossing it slightly over the other, really squeezing her thighs together. We had been plied with free tea and coffee after lunch, and clearly she had been needing a wee for quite a while but hadn’t had chance to go. And now she was stuck in the middle of a presentation, with about 4 more group’s presentations to sit through, and she looked absolutely bursting. When it was her turn to speak, she sounded slightly breathless, and immediately crossed her legs as she started to speak. She kept her legs tightly crossed throughout her speech, and was acting very animated and fidgety, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. This might have just been her style of presenting, but I’m sure the fact that she was dying for a wee had some influence on how she was acting. After she’d finished speaking, it was time for people to ask questions. She stood very still, her legs were uncrossed now though her thighs were pressed together as before, her hands resting on her thighs, bending forward ever so slightly. As questions were asked, she kept glancing up at the clock, biting her lip, as if willing time to move faster so she could finally go to the loo. At one point, although I can’t remember the context, one of the managers mentioned the word ‘toilet’ while making a joke. The power of suggestion was clear as Joanne quickly crossed her legs tightly as soon as he said the word, laughing politely along with everyone else but keeping her hands pressed tightly against her thighs. Finally, her group finished answering questions and were allowed to sit down. I kept glancing over to where Joanne was sat as we watched the other groups presenting, and the whole time she had a tense look on her face. She was sitting forward in her seat, hands resting tightly in her lap, her thighs pushed together, biting her lip every so often and fidgeting around on her chair. I realised we still had quite a long time to go before we next got a break, and I think Joanne knew this as well, as she kept glancing at the door, desperate to hurry off and pee but not wanting to get up in front of everybody. Finally, the presentations were over and the manager began to speak. I glanced over at Joanne and she was sat completely upright, staring intently at the manager as if willing him to stop talking so she could relieve herself at last. However, to her dismay, he said that we would be watching yet another presentation, this time from two current employees talking about the projects they were working on. I glanced over at Joanne as he said this, and I saw her looking extremely worried, looking up at the clock as she shifted her chair around to get a better view of the new presenters. Unfortunately I couldn’t see much of what she was doing during the next presentation as her back was to me, but I did see her glance at the clock a couple more times, looking extremely anxious. The presentation went on for about 15 minutes, with another 10 minutes of questions. Towards the end of the question time, Joanne kept glancing around, looking incredibly frustrated each time someone spoke up to ask. She was sat right on the edge of her seat now, her cheeks flushed a rosy red, biting her lip worriedly. She looked incredibly desperate to pee. Finally, the questions were over and we were given a quick break before the next task. As soon as people began to stand up, Joanne stood up quickly, and without saying anything to anyone, walked quickly towards the door, waiting impatiently for people to walk through in front of her. I stood up as well, needing to piss quite badly myself after drinking so much tea after lunch. I caught up with her, saying hi. ‘Hi’ she said breathlessly, giving me a smile, her face flushed. We had been chatting at lunch as well as in the hotel the day before, so we were already pretty friendly. ‘I really need a wee’ she said quietly, as if to explain why she was walking so fast. ‘Nice to know’ I said, laughing. She laughed, continuing. ‘Sorry but I really do. I needed the toilet since before the presentations’. No wonder she looked desperate, she must have been absolutely bursting the entire time. We chatted a bit about the presentations but I could tell she wasn’t really concentrating. ‘Do you know where the toilets are?’ she asked me, suddenly worried, looking around frantically as we passed the reception desk. I shook my head, I did know where they were but wanted to keep her waiting just a tiny bit longer. She looked around again, sighing frustratedly before walking up to the desk, crossing her legs tightly as she leaned onto it. Luckily for me, the receptionist was just finishing off a phone conversation, so I got to watch Joanne waiting anxiously for a few more seconds, keeping her legs tightly crossed as she waited for the receptionist to get off the phone. Even before the receptionist had put the phone down, Joanne was asking where the nearest toilets were, the desperation clear in her voice. The receptionist gave us directions, and Joanne thanked her hurriedly before we walked quickly around the next corner and they came into view. I saw her later looking more relaxed, her cheeks still flushed. I can only imagine the relief she must have felt after being bursting for so long!
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  33. Found this vid could someone upload? Password is letmesee
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  34. Can't we just call them lockable underwear? We would avoid this whole issue.
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  35. Yes! I got home around 4:40 or so and he never gets in before 6. I threw in some other clothes that need washing to make it look like a normal load (even though I rarely do laundry in the middle of the week!) I don't think he paid any mind to it. I really should tell him about this fetish-- he's been honest with me about his. He's a pretty vanilla guy though so this would probably be a big surprise!
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  36. Here we go again...
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  37. Version 1.0.0

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    Here are 5 more videos of DeineGier from MDH.
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  38. Version 1.0.0

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    Here are 4 more videos of DeineGier from MDH that I've had. I know I've shared/uploaded some of hers that I have not long after I have joined back in 2012. Here and Glamor-bitch I have to say are my top 2 favorites from MDH, but now there's freakart who from looking, has a lot of good wetting videos as well. I've got some more of DeineGier that I haven't uploaded that I'll work on getting up. In the satin pajamas pissed - DeineGier.mp4 Pissing in rubber tubing is perfect - DeineGier.mp4 Blue satin pants are much more horny! - DeineGier.mp4 M60 unaffected, but now! - DeineGier.mp4
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  39. There is an archive of bound2burst stories? Where can I find that?
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  40. I was told the story by one girl I knew that was in toilet que in a nightclub. She said she was very desperate and decided to 'just wet her ski pants' becuase she couldn't be bothered waiting any more. She then briefly described a 'squelchy walk home'. I was a bit shyer then so didn't push for more info. Oh how I wish I had. I've also heard stories of women that 'forget' to take their knickers or tights down because they are that desperate.. One of these stories related to an Air Hostess. Must have been an uncomfortable day for her.
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  41. No wetting scene from WitW this week, but I have finshed @ExplosiveTurtlez's request, so there's that As usual, criticism, feedback and more requests are welcome
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  42. Here is a pic of my girlfriend.
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  43. I'm way less than sure that this report is legit - and I'm not a Trump supporter, just an actual leftist who isn't about to suddenly decide the security state is my friend because they're going after Trump - but I'm 98 percent sure the idea that it originated as a 4chan hoax is... a 4chan hoax. (Also while the "piss for equality" thing was a successful hoax in the sense that it got some media outlets to report it, it was not so much a success in the sense of getting a lot of real people who were not fake accounts to piss their pants!)
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  44. Mines not a celebrity. Theres a barmaid at my local. I'm friends with her outside of work as well. Shes 25, short, about five foot two, dark hair, nice boobs, and a body and pretty face to die for. I also happen to be friends with her boyfriend, and her sister, who goes out with a mate of mine. So I don't imagine I'll ever be able to take advantage of that situation, even if it was to arise.
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  45. Rage awakened in my pants. Welp
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  46. What is screenshot #7...it looks like all 3 girls are on webcam?
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  47. I have a lot of photos...and Unfortunately, I didn't try to rotate them but will do so later. But um, Was holding,Got desperate, spurted a little, and then lost control. and no picture is in particular order.
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