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  1. Heyyy everyone!! Got another story for ya! This one's pretty long, but it's a 2-for-1! If you want to skip the build up and get straight to the pee, go to paragraph 5 for the first part and paragraph 7 for the second. Hope you enjoy!! Earlier this week, I went out of town for an event. It wasn't far enough to justify the cost of flying, but with a 8-hour drive one way, it was plenty far enough to enjoy some pee fun along the way! I made it to the event without incident, but the same can't quite be said for the return . Needless to say, after the drive there and the event itself, I was pretty toasted by the end of the day, so I checked into a motel and stayed the night. I'm not much of a morning person, so I figured, with a day off from work and some time in a fresh city, what's the rush? I slept in and enjoyed some time around town before I dragged myself back to the car at about 4PM. Both for health purposes and the obvious pleasures that coincide, I try to keep pretty thoroughly hydrated throughout the day. Today was no exception. I had run by a gas station during my excursion downtown and filled one of those "Big Gulp" cups to the rim with water and had been nursing it throughout the day. I knew I'd have to stop a few times on my way back, but that didn't bother me too much. I made a quick preemptive run to the bathroom and, with all of my things packed into the back seat and my "Big Gulp" cup by my side, I set off for the long journey home. One thing I didn't account for: Rush hour. I'm not accustomed to taking days off in the middle of the week, and rush hour isn't a huge deal where I live, so it didn't even occur to me to consider other people's commutes home. An hour in, and I was totally gridlocked on the highway. Brilliant. To make matters worse (or better? I guess it depends on your perspective ), I was gradually becoming aware of my increasing need to urinate. I wasn't about to explode just yet, but I knew I needed to find a solution--and quickly. I glanced around nervously. Moving wasn't realistic at this point, let alone getting to an exit and finding a place to relieve myself. I comforted myself with delusions that this traffic jam may clear up any time and that, if I just managed to distract myself, I'd be fine. I cranked up my radio and began singing along with it. Boston, anyone? I was going to be okay. I glanced over to the car next to me and saw the driver chuckling at me singing to myself. I grinned at her and carried on, knowing I needed to distract myself. The problem here being that, by focusing on my need to distract myself, I emphasized my growing need to pee that much more. "It's okay," I told myself, "You don't need to go that badly just yet." Another 20 minutes passed and we'd barely made any headway. Every time we crept forward, my heart would leap, only to tumble back down into my depths of my stomach when we stopped again. It seemed, according to the radio, there was a minor accident ahead that was slowing things down even more. Little did they know, there was a serious possibility of a different kind of accident occurring between my legs. By now I'd abandoned any hope of distracting myself. I was swaying back and forth and fidgeting, the urge to pee feeling pretty severe by now. I was frantically looking around for solutions. Sure, I could just wet myself in my car, but as much as I love my fetish, I love the condition of my car more. With that possibility ruled out, there wasn't much left. I was foolish enough to wear jeans today instead of a skirt, meaning that if I stepped out of my car, any wetting would be blatantly obvious to all who sat idly around me. Similarly, I couldn't exactly bare my lady bits for all of the commuters to watch cascades of urine gush from them. That left one option. My eyes fell onto my "Big Gulp" cup as my hand found its way to my crotch. I didn't like the idea of attempting this in my car, but I had no other option. I took my hand from my crotch and grasp the cup. Shoot. It still had a little water. I briefly considered chucking the water out the window, but wanted to hold off in case I needed to dispose of my pee without suspicion. Nothing else to do, I chugged the last little bit. By now, it was urgent. I bobbed back and forth as I undid my seatbelt. I quickly glanced around to ensure there were no tractor trailers or other tall vehicles around me--as badly as I had to go, I wasn't about to give a free show (not that I really had a choice, looking back now). Hallelujah. Only sedans surrounded me. I hurriedly undid my jeans and tried to discreetly pull them down. This was going to be a challenge. Maybe if I removed my shoes? Just then, the woman behind me honked. I jumped, startled, nearly peeing myself right then. We had gained a whopping 10 feet. I pulled up behind the car in front of me and set the hand brake. My hand firmly in place upon my nether regions, I frantically took off my shoes and tossed them into the passenger seat. Next, the jeans came off, revealing my blue panties. I seriously hoped nobody could see what I was doing, but I didn't care enough at the time to check. With every second that passed by, my bladder ballooned that much more, threatening to soil my car. Next came the panties, revealing my bare downstairs for anyone who happened to have a tall enough ride. I grabbed the cup and tried to position it. How exactly was I going to manage this? The steering wheel was proving problematic. What I would've given at this moment to have a penis. In my frustration, I glanced up to make sure the traffic hadn't moved. Thankfully, it was stationary. I looked back down at my predicament. "Okay," I muttered, "Let's try this." I slid forward a bit, getting my butt off of the seat, and pressing my abdomen against the steering wheel. "This is gonna have to work." I said at last. I positioned the cup beneath where I hoped my urethra would spill, and let loose. Within about a second, the floodgates had burst open and a rush of pee shot (thankfully) straight into the cup, pattering loudly as it accumulated at the bottom. "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with relief as the cup grew heavier with my pee. It was a really bizarre sensation to be sitting there, surrounded by so many people, peeing into a cup, of all things, in my car. I closed my eyes and put my head back as the spurt continued below. After a moment, the cup was getting heavy enough that I had to grab the bottom of it with my free hand. It felt warm and enticing in my grip. I smiled as the last few dribbles emerged and found their way to the steamy pool below. It was then I remembered I was still supposed to be driving. I glanced up nervously. Thankfully, the traffic still hadn't budged. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead to the toilet paper predicament. Fortunately, I wore panties that day and could let them sop up what remained. I cautiously placed the cup back into its holder and admired my handywork as I pulled my panties up and dabbed myself dry. There was still quite a bit of space in the cup, but the pee was pretty clear, meaning I could probably dispose of it without too much suspicion, should the need arise. I nervously glanced outside my car again, but thankfully everyone was totally oblivious, playing on their phones or fidgeting around with papers. I didn't bother putting my jeans back on, figuring I'd need to pee again before getting out of this mess of traffic. Instead, I covered my lap with them, obscuring my nearly-nude lower half in case any tall vehicles passed me. It turned out this was a wise move, as I had to use the cup several times again before getting out of that jam. Thankfully, I only needed to dump it out my window once. After tacking about 2 hours onto my drive, I finally managed to get out of that traffic fiasco (lesson learned for future trip planning). Much of the rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. Despite the fond feelings I have developed for it by then, I disposed of my cup at my next stop. All of my efforts to relieve myself were done at gas stations and rest stops from that point forward, but my last one was particularly notable. It was 1AM. I was about an hour from home and nobody was on the road. I had enough pee that I could go, but it wasn't super urgent. Regardless, by this point I was excited about my pee endeavors of the day, but totally mind-numbed and frazzled from the drive. I was exhausted, so when I saw a rest stop by the side of the road, I took the opportunity. I wanted to do something naughty--anything. It was deserted and it didn't seem like anyone would be making any surprise visits...soooo...why not pop into the men's room and give it a go? I did a quick walk around the stop to make sure there wasn't anybody who I might've overlooked. The coast was clear. I made my way to the door and stood outside. This would be my first time using a multi-occupancy men's room and, even though I knew the probability of someone walking in on me was next to naught, I still felt a jolt of adrenaline. My heart surged as I pushed open the door. The light flicked on and revealed several urinals and several stalls, opposing a row of sinks. It was cleaner than I was anticipating, especially compared to the single-occupancy men's room I've used at a gas station near my home. I felt a sense of urgency, not to pee, but to hurry, just in case anybody happened upon me. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered where I would pee. I could use a stall in any old bathroom, so I didn't want to do that. I'm still not confident enough in my skills to attempt a urinal (someday). I scanned the room before me, with my eyes ultimately landing on a floor drain in the middle of the bathroom. Perfect. I quickly fumbled to get my lower clothing off, taking care not to step onto the floor with my socks (I shudder to think of what bacterial horrors lie there). I shuddered with excitement as I set my clothes onto the paper towel dispenser and made my way, butt-naked, to the floor drain. I squatted over it and noted that I was trembling as I attempted to position myself (funny how such a simple thing can cause such excitement!!). Finally, I let 'er rip! Here I was, squatting right in front of a bunch of urinals, leaking my bladder into a floor drain. I giggled with delight and tried, with no success, to calm down my trembling. I felt a cool spatter bouncing back from the drain cover and showering my thighs. I adjusted to alleviate this, missing the drain a bit in the process, sending a bit of pee spurting outward and forming a small puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, the last little bit came to a dribbly end far too soon. I stood up to grab some toilet paper and laughed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, my naked vulva dripping with pee, contrasting the men's toilets in the background. I'm not gonna lie, I felt a small and strange sense of pride for being there (girl power?). I retrieved the toilet paper, wiped myself clean, including my thighs, and stood once more before the mirror. I knew I should be quick, but I wanted to savor the image just a bit longer (really mature, I know). I fiddled with myself very briefly for good measure, then put my clothes on and washed up. Drunk with triumphant delirium, I pointed at the urinals as I left and proclaimed, "Soon!" I left the bathroom, looking back at the "Men" sign on my way out. The cool evening breeze hugged me as I trod back to my car. Despite being very tired by that point, the excitement carried me the rest of the way home.
    6 points
  2. Me and my weak bladder are back at it again. I was trying to practice self care this week since it was an easy one with very little work. I went to bed early and was excited to wake up leisurely since my usual morning class had been cancelled and I only had one other class that day so an evening spent relaxing was on its way. I, of course, was mistaken. Make no mistake, I woke up leisurely; but when I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed an event on my calendar. My eyes widened as I took in what it read. I had completely forgotten that I had promised the literary club I’m a member of that I would help set up for a guest lecturer the University was hosting. I now had 10 minutes to get dressed and over to campus. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and threw on clothes, grabbing my backpack as I raced out the door. In my haste, not only had I forgotten my key, but also to stop and have my morning pee. Of course, I thought of neither of these things as I hurried to the building we were setting up in. I made it just in time to help and then rushed off to lecture as soon as the preparations were done. It was only once I had sat down in lecture and had time to breathe that I realized my bladder was less than happy. I squirmed a bit until the feeling subsided and thought nothing more of it since there were only 30 minutes left in lecture and I knew I could head home right afterwards. Once the professor finished speaking and released us, I felt my bladder once again raise the warning flag. Although the feeling refused to subside, I once again blew it off. For a moment, I considered using the bathroom on campus; however, after a moment’s deliberation, I decided to just go ahead and make the walk home so I could collapse back into bed or have a nice Netflix date with me, myself, and I. My need only got worse and worse as I made my way home. I was squirming even as I walked, thighs pressing together as much as they could. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides constantly, as I resisted the temptation to hold myself. All the other times I had made the desperate walk back to my place had been after the sun had set. This time it was early afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and pedestrians strolled past me, presumably oblivious to my struggle. Seconds seemed like hours as I hurried into the lobby and then into the elevator, trying desperately to both hold my bladder and make sure no one could tell that was exactly what I was doing. As the elevator ascended, I felt a large spurt dampen my panties. I grabbed my crotch, pee dancing in earnest as I felt the pressure in my bladder grow. Even once I reached my floor, I could barely appreciate that I was so close to relief because one of the people from my floor was on the other side. I quickly removed my hands from my crotch, thanking god that my neighbor hadn’t noticed, before giving them a brittle smile as they entered the elevator I had just vacated. Sensing my proximity to my apartment, and thus to a bathroom, my bladder begged for release, sending two more strong spurts into my panties and dampening my jeans. I could practically feel the liquid sliding down my sphincter, aching to be let free. I eagerly stopped in front of the door and reached into my bag to retrieve my keys but came up empty. I panicked as I continued to dig around but never once felt the cool, reassuring metal that would’ve signified I had the means to enter my apartment. I cursed loudly to myself, hitting the door with my free hand in frustration, as if doing so would magically allow me entrance. All my effort got me was another long leak into my pants, until a noticeable wet spot marred the front of my blue jeans. I got myself back under control, both hands pressed tightly into my crotch, as I took several calming breaths. Eventually, with trembling legs, I managed to get better control of myself and remove my hands. I mentally prepared myself to make the journey back down past the lobby to acquire a spare key. Although I hoped for a moment that the long leak would at least ease the pressure in my aching bladder, it only encouraged my body to let go. The ride back down to the lobby was excruciating and by the time I finally walked over to maintenance, each step I took nearly made me lose control. I gave the on-duty maintenance worker a forced smile as I asked for the spare, praying he wouldn’t notice my need but simultaneously hoping that he would so he’d hurry up. Unfortunately, he seemed in no rush and leisurely looked for the key before handing it over with a smile far more genuine than mine. I thanked him and turned on my heel to head back to my apartment. When my bladder slowly began to leak again, I knew it was game over. I felt it dribble down my leg, slipping to the floor, and undoubtedly leaving a small trail down my jeans. Every second the elevator took to return to ground floor was another second closer to what was beginning to feel like an inevitable accident. Having given up on all sense of decorum, I grabbed my crotch again, bending over at the waist and nearly in tears as my pent up urine strained to get free. Once the elevator finally arrived I hobbled in, quickly pressed the button to my floor, and turned so that the minute the door opened I could make a run for my apartment. Unfortunately, as the elevator doors closed, the floodgates opened. I let out a mortified “no, no, no! Not now! I’m so close!” but my bladder paid me no mind as it finally released itself. I felt the first large leak hit my hands as the elevator ascended, but I continued clutching myself in the desperate hopes of stopping the flood. Despite my best efforts, piss filled my panties, crotch growing warm, as the leak evolved into a waterfall. I was helpless to do anything but stare down at my wet hands, still buried in my crotch, my quickly darkening jeans, and the puddle beginning to form around me. The doors opened on my floor before I had even finished, and I numbly exited the elevator still pissing myself. There I was, a full grown college student, wetting myself where anyone could’ve seen me. Eventually my bladder exhausted itself, and for a minute I stood there staring at my soaked jeans and the damage I’d done to the carpet. I even thought back to the puddle I’d left in the elevator. My cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to my apartment, no need to rush now, and used the spare key to let myself in. I immediately spotted my keys sitting where’d I’d left them: in plain sight on the kitchen counter. I sighed and resigned myself to a long shower and an earlier laundry day then I’d intended.
    4 points
  3. hi today its was probably the last beautiful and hot day for this year so i have to wash some summer clothes before putting them away for the winter and i profit to wet my jeans shorts since i dont had chance to wet them this summer so i drink ice coffee and water and hold it until i was desperate then i wet myself (my panties and shorts) in the bathroom im not a good writer and sorry for my bad English but the photos will talk for me
    3 points
  4. Pardon this comment, but I can't resist--Holy shit! This was even better than I expected/hoped. You have a real gift for depicting embarrassment--all that blushing. The desperation was there and the details were all present but it didn't feel over-the-top. I enjoy poop desperation almost as much as I do pee desperation, and you really nailed it. Fantastic, fabulous work. You're really creating an amazing body of work here.
    3 points
  5. Part Eleven- “Cece!” Kay snapped, crossing her legs and staring at the blonde woman. “You should know better than to interrupt such a situation. The gun will be fine. Even if it was damaged, I could buy you a thous-” “It's not about damage, it's about respecting my property,” Cece said, holding the now-clean rifle over her shoulder. “I was using this rifle when I won the-” “SILENCE!” Kay suddenly shouted. She then cleared her throat and reached into her breasts, withdrawing a small remote. She pressed a button on it, then stuffed it back down her dress. “Alright, cameras are off. Cece, you need to be more careful. If you'd said what championship you won, anybody watching could easily work out your identity. Don't prove my letting you participate a mistake. Shit, how many professional female shooters could there even be out there? I just hope Beatrice bleeped that before it went live.” “I'm sure she did,” Cece sighed. “You're right, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for interrupting, but this gun is really important to me.” “I know, I'm sorry too,” Kay said softly. She stood up and embraced the ragged and still-damp Cece, completely unconcerned for her own ornate dress. “Go to your room, have a nice bath. You can have tomorrow off to make up for the ordeal you went through today.” Cece blinked. “Uhm, thank you, but wasn't I supposed to, you know...” She trailed off, tilting her head up towards Emma, who grimaced and sunk back into the couch. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Cece. Not only was she nearly thirty pounds of pure muscle heavier than Emma was, but a professional shooter as well? And Emma seemed to have gotten on her bad side first thing. “Nope,” Kay sighed. “Emma is going to take tomorrow off as well. She needs to be examined to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and she needs to recover.” Cece furrowed her brow and stared at Emma. “Wait, what did I miss?” Kay smiled and sat back on the couch, nuzzling her head on Emma's shoulder. “This magnificent woman just broke the record. She released over twenty-two hundred milliliters.” Cece's eyes went wide and it was clear that she was trying hard not to freak out. She stammered for a moment. “This kid?” she finally barked, pointing two fingers at Emma, who had practically fused with the couch at this point. “How's that even possible, wasn't she at like fifteen hundred last time?” “Sixteen,” Kay corrected her. “Yes, though, it is truly unbelievable. She pushed herself so far, like her life truly depended on it. The greatest display I've ever seen. That said, I'm very concerned for her. Please return to your quarters like I asked, and bring up the medbay on your way.” Cece glanced suspiciously at Emma for a moment, then nodded. She strode out of the living room, and Emma leaned over the side of the couch to watch as she made her way to the end of the hall and into the classroom scene. A moment later, Emma heard a loud mechanical grinding, like the sound of a freight elevator. “The bloody hell is that racket?” Emma muttered, squinting at the door to the classroom scene. “Follow me and find out,” Kay quipped, gracefully getting to her feet. Emma sat up straight and leaned forwards, then slid off the couch onto her knees. “I don't think I can stand properly,” Emma breathed with a nervous giggle. “My legs feel like I've just run a triathlon.” “That's to be expected after what you just did,” Kay explained, smiling lovingly at Emma. She reached down and grasped the redhead's hand, pulling her to her feet and keeping her held in a steady embrace. “Not many people would think so, but holding one's bladder to its true limit is one of the most exhausting things a person can do, in every way. The mental fortitude it takes to withstand the pain, the sheer willpower it takes to ignore a biological NEED, not to mention the pure physical strength it takes to withstand such pressure.” Kay closed her eyes and smiled wider, and Emma noticed Kay's right hand shifting slowly between her legs. A second later though, she clenched her fist and withdrew it. “I've spoken with many women, and male clients, who find wetting to be something degrading. Something humiliating, a sign of weakness. But it is the exact opposite of that, Megan. You know it as well as I do, now. The raw power it takes to bring your body to that point of complete failure... It is incredible. Even if your bladder is tiny, to hold it all in until it just forces its way out of you is a display of strength, not weakness. Someone weak would squat in an alley after a night out drinking. Someone weak would excuse themselves from a meeting to use the toilet. Someone weak would walk out in the middle of a movie. Someone weak would- Wait, are you peeing?” Emma blinked and looked down. Sure enough, a light stream of completely clear liquid was dripping down her legs and onto her and Kay's feet. “Looks like it,” Emma muttered. “I'm really sorry... I can't control it at all...” Kay tilted her head and kissed Emma on her mouth. “That's also to be expected. The first time Tsu broke fifteen hundred, she was dribbling for like, three days. That's still a pretty average capacity for this place though. With what you did... Let's just get you in a bed. Come on.” Kay nearly carried her through the hallway, her slender body hiding surprisingly strong arms. “Was the footage good?” Emma asked suddenly. “I kind of just fell over, wasn't thinking about a good angle...” “There's no such thing as a bad angle in this place,” Kay assured her. “That said, the footage from this wetting was absolutely phenomenal. Remember the camera in the coffee table? It caught EVERYTHING. Dead-on, in 4K. It's one of the closest, highest-resolution soakings we've ever had. The level of detail is astonishing.” Emma went red at the thought of strangers staring directly at her peeing crotch in Ultra HD as they reached the door to the classroom scene, and Kay pushed it open with her foot. Emma looked up as bright white lights caught her eye, and she blinked repeatedly. They were standing in what seemed to be a large hospital room, five beds lined in a row. One was occupied by a naked and sleeping middle-eastern woman with bandages wrapped around her arms and stomach. This was unusual enough, but the stranger thing was that she was not wearing a mask. On the right side of the room was a counter, and behind said counter was an exceedingly tall woman of about forty years with jet-black hair and thick glasses, also maskless. “Hello, Doctor,” Kay panted. “Let me introduce you to-” “Emma, isn't it?” the woman interrupted. “Yes, I saw what happened. Please lay down next to Maisha there. I'll be with you in a moment.” Kay nodded and dragged Emma to the bed next to the other woman and set her down. As soon as she fell back, another spurt of pee leaked out of her, soaking a small spot of the sheet. “So, what is this?” Emma asked. “You film the nurse fetish stuff in here?” Kay blinked and shook her head. “No, we have another room for that. This is a fully functional medical facility, and Dr. Elise is a real doctor. She was a subject, years ago, and she wanted to use her earnings to pay for medical school. When I learned of this, I offered to cover the cost of her education as well as paying her in full should she join my little cult here. She's a licensed general practitioner, and she also has degrees in urology, gynecology, and psychology. I should also mention that the Elise and Maisha are these women's real names, not code. You're not to mention either of them outside of this room." Emma looked to the doctor with an impressed nod. “Wait, if this is real...” Emma's voice fell to a whisper. “What happened to...” she barely tilted her head towards the bandaged, sleeping woman next to her. “I have no right to tell you,” Kay said simply, frowning slightly. “Get to know her when she wakes up, maybe she'll explain. Do not press her though. I love you, but I won't stand for it if you upset this woman.” Emma blinked and nodded. “Of course. I'll be respectful.” “Good,” Kay said, her smile growing back quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot... I have something for you. I noticed how badly you wanted to watch the videos in the classroom scene earlier. Take this.” Kay reached down her dress again and pulled out a smartphone and a pair of earbuds. Emma's mouth fell open for a moment. “How the hell do you keep so much stuff in your tits? No offense, but they're not that large...” Emma feared a bollocksing for her comment, but Kay had to bite into her arm to stifle a giddy laugh. “It's excellent, isn't it? Look...” Kay peeked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was buried in a folder, not paying the slightest bit of attention. She then looked back to Emma and reached for her chest, gripping the neckline of her dress. She folded it over, exposing her breasts – And a row of deep pockets lining the inside of the dress. Emma's mouth fell open slightly. The last thing she expected was to see this part of Kay right now. Even though they were breasts as plain as any other woman's, the intimacy of Kay's gesture made Emma shiver. “Pockets!” Kay squealed as quietly as she could, sounding like an overexcited schoolgirl. “No decent women's clothing has pockets in it, but I can get around that when I have my own made. I just have them put on the inside so they're not visible. I can fit everything except the kitchen sink in here.” She released the dress and let the cups flip back into place. She didn't seem to find her own action sexual or unusual at all; something that made sense in her line of work, Emma supposed. “Anyway, this phone's got a whole bunch of my videos in it. They're sorted by the subject's names. You can watch anything you like. There is...one catch,” Kay said, her smile growing slightly evil. “The doctor will tear you a new one if she catches you playing with yourself in here. No matter how horny you get, you hold it together and save all that energy for our...encounter, after your final challenge.” Kay pursed her lips. “In fact, even after you get out of here, if I catch you doing anything before we have our time together, you'll be in for it. You're not to have any sexual contact with Dee, Tsu, or any other subject either. From this point on... You're... Mine.” With that, Kay slid her left hand down to the slit in her dress, pulling it aside. Emma's eyes shot down instantly, going wide as crystal balls as they fell on Kay's panties. Other than the crotch, they were made from see-through mesh. Emma could see Kay's fire-red hair pressing against the material, and the very tip of her clit above the cotton crotch that obscured the rest of her womanhood. Kay reached down with her right middle finger, tracing a line back-to-front, the outline of her labia growing visible through the thin fabric. Emma's breath quickened, and she felt blood rush to her face. The room suddenly felt far warmer. She bit her lip as she felt her heart begin to race. There was an ache between her legs, completely unrelated to the soreness from her hold. She grew hot and damp, a new wetness growing inside of her. Emma's palms tingled, her breath shook, her toes curled and she licked her lips, dry from her quick breaths- And then Kay released her dress and turned, striding out of the room without another word. Emma's head fell back on the pillow, her pussy throbbing and desperate for attention. She gripped her sheets hard and shut her eyes, fighting the temptation to just start going at it. “Ahem.” Emma yelped and opened her eyes. Dr. Elise was standing over her, holding out her gloved hands. “I'm going to check you out now, alright?” she said kindly. Emma just nodded. Elise smiled and helped Emma undress, sliding off her saturated panties first. “Oh, you don't need that mask in here. The cameras are only for me to see when I'm in my office, should something go wrong.” She pulled Emma's mask off and then removed her dress. She covered Emma's chest with a thin sheet, then walked back to her counter to change her gloves. “You'll be allowed to shower as soon as you can stand properly. For now I'm just gonna make sure you haven't broken anything.” Elise returned quickly and stood right next to Emma. She reached out and placed her hand on Emma's belly, pressing gently. “This hurt?” “Not at all,” Emma said truthfully. “It's just numb.” Elise nodded. She slid her hand lower and pushed slightly harder. Emma grimaced as a surprisingly large spurt of pee flew out of her, splashing on the tile floor. Elise slanted her lips. “Well, that means there's something in your bladder. With how much you drank, it should be filling quickly. Do me a favor and urinate by yourself, as much as you can.” Emma shrugged and relaxed as much as she could, pushing gently. A stream started up quickly, soaking her butt and flowing off the sides of the bed. She peed for about five seconds before it tapered off. “Excellent,” Dr. Elise said with another nod. “If you can urinate at will, you're almost certainly fine. Now I'm going to ask that you try to hold it the next time you feel the need. Shouldn't be long. I won't make you hold it until you're bursting, it's just that if you can feel pressure in your bladder and it's not coming out by itself, that means you're good to go.” “I understand,” Emma said. “I'm sure I'm alright. I'm just tired.” “Well, duh,” Elise said with a smile. “That was the largest pee I've ever seen, outside of a medical emergency anyway. Rest up. I'll be around.” Emma closed her eyes and lay there for a good half an hour. However, she could not fall asleep. The smartphone in her hand called to her. Eventually, she sighed and sat up slightly. She plugged in the earbuds and turned on the phone. It went through its startup ceremonies, and then she opened the gallery. There were many folders, labeled by letter. Just like she did in the classroom scene, she first opened the folder marked “K.” Inside was a single image of a woman's middle finger, nails painted red. Don't know what I expected. With another sigh, she went back to the list and decided on a woman that she did not know: Q. Inside were three videos, each about four hours long. Shrugging, she opened the first one. The screen faded to solid white, and ornate letters formed one by one. “The Queen's Desperation: Volume One.” The white faded as well, revealing what looked like a dungeon. It was different than the one that she had been in, however. A stone slab sat alone in the middle of the room, a naked blonde woman chained to it by all four limbs. The only thing she wore was a yellow mask that almost matched her hair. Her bladder protruded past her breasts, and she moaned in agony with every breath. Emma watched in a trance as the woman held on with amazing willpower, her bladder constantly growing. Eventually a group of masked women wearing chainmail and leathers walked in and taunted the woman, insulting her 'Kingdom.' Emma recognized Cece among them. They pressed on her belly and tried to force her to lose control, but she held on through it all. Emma jumped around the video, as four hours was quite a lot for her. The woman got more and more frantic as it went on, screaming and cursing, her stomach the shape of a watermelon as Emma skipped past the two hour mark. Emma was dumbfounded at the woman's control as her 'captors' returned once more in an attempt to force her to pee. She spurted a number of times as they pressed and prodded at her, but it wasn't until the final ten minutes of the video that she really began to lose it. Without warning, a huge spray of clear pee shot out of the bound blonde, splattering against the stone wall. She cried loudly and struggled to contain her flow, but more and more pee puddled around her butt and flowed off the slab she was on. She fought hard for five more minutes before she effectively passed out, and her flow erupted unimpeded. It shot meters through the air, soaking the walls and floor, an absolute torrent. She relieved herself for almost a full minute, despite all that she had already leaked. Once she was finished, she lay there breathing heavily for a minute before her huge puddle sank into the ground. A few seconds later came Kay's voice. “One thousand, six hundred and ninety milliliters. A wonderful capacity, and a marked improvement over your last hold.” The Queen just muttered out an exhausted confirmation. The remaining few minutes of the video was just Kay doing a voiceover of text, explaining how to purchase other categories of videos, or how to contact her if you wanted something custom-made. When the screen went black, Emma opened the next one. This opened to the same woman laying in a bed of flowers next to another, younger woman. They were both wearing dresses straight out of the dark ages, dresses that were pulled up over their waists. The bulges of their bladders were visible even through the garments, and the two women fingered each other and kissed passionately. Emma quickly went flush again, her privates begging for pleasure. She turned off the video with a third sigh. I can't deal with that if I can't get off. Emma retreated from the Q folder. Her eyes then fell on the letter V, and something faded into her memory, something that Dee had said to Tsu... “If you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on...” Emma grinned and opened the folder. There was only one video inside, and it appeared to be three hours long. Emma tapped it quickly. It opened to a bedroom, similar yet slightly different to her own in the complex. A very pale woman with large natural breasts and frizzy red hair sat on the bed, dressed in a set of aqua-blue pajamas with little cartoon whales on it. She wore a mask that matched her pajamas in color, and she looked into the camera. “Hi,” she said, her voice high-pitched and clearly nervous. “I...I don't know if I'm supposed to be talking to the camera, but I was never told not to. My name is Vee. This is my first time here. I'm excited, and a little scared. I already need to wee pretty badly.” Vee spoke in a slight Scottish accent. It was noticeable, but she was not hard to understand. “I've been told that another woman will be joining me to show me around...” She leaned back slightly, her legs squirming gently. It was only two minutes until Tsu walked into the frame. Unlike Emma's meeting with her, she was wearing a set of purple and pink polka-dot pajamas. The women introduced themselves, then Vee stood up. As she did so, she moaned slightly and squeezed her thighs together. “Need to go already, eh?” Tsu asked. Vee just nodded and blushed. “The Professor made me drink a bunch of tea after I got here...” “Yeah, she does that when people wet themselves in the car,” Tsu laughed. “Bit of a punishment I guess. Well, let me show you around before you get really desperate.” Emma watched for a while as the two women moved about the compound. The rooms they went through were very similar to the rooms that Emma was used to... However, there were differences. Not just different decoration, but structurally, and Emma knew that this was a different part of the compound. She couldn't even imagine how large the whole place was. Emma shook her head and skipped about an hour ahead in the video. Things had changed quite a bit. They were now in a sort of lounge, a massive circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. They had also been joined by Dee, wearing her usual emerald green in the form of yet another set of pajamas. The three of them sat on the couch around a wooden table, two large and empty bottles of white wine laying on it. Tsu and Dee were acting normal, but Vee was having an absolute cow. Her hands were both shoved in her crotch, her legs shaking violently up and down, her breasts bouncing freely. Her hair had also frizzed up to a comical level. “Ohmygodicantholdit, imgonnawee, itsgonnacomeout,” she was ranting. Tsu was holding her shoulders gently, trying to calm her. “You're okay, if you panic like this it's gonna be much harder to hold on. Your bladder isn't even solid yet. You can still hold it for a long time. It just feels really intense because true desperation is a new sensation for you.” Vee nodded quickly and tried to stifle her excessive squirming. “Just – Please, distract me, I... I need to think about something else!” Dee placed her hand on her chin and faked like she was stroking a beard. “We're all sitting here in pajamas like it's a sleepover. Obviously that's the scenario the Professor's trying to set up. How about we dive into that and play truth or dare?” Tsu and Vee stared at her for a moment, and then they both nodded. “We'll go clockwise,” Tsu said. “I'll go first. Vee, truth or dare?” Vee looked up at Tsu with desperation clear in her eyes, but she steeled herself and sat up straighter. “Uhm, Dare I guess? Just don't make me do anything physical or I'll really, seriously wet myself...” Tsu thought for a moment. “Kiss Dee. On the mouth.” Dee held out her arms and whooped loudly as Vee went red. “I thought dares were supposed to be something bad!” Dee laughed. “I...I barely know her,” Vee stammered. “Come on,” Dee encouraged. “We're all open types here, and we're all just girls. C'mere and kiss me.” Vee flushed redder still, but she smiled and leaned sideways with a groan. “Oh, fuck's sake, I can't move. If I'm gonna kiss you, you come here.” Dee happily obliged. She got up on the couch and crawled over the table, settling next to Vee. She grabbed the redhead and kissed her deeply and lovingly, and Vee was quick to respond, but Tsu interrupted them before it went too far. “Vee, your turn,” she shot. Vee, breathing heavily, looked to Dee. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Dee said quickly. Vee had to think for quite a while, her bursting bladder preventing much in the way of thought. “Have you ever wet yourself in public, when you really didn't want to?” Dee barked out a loud laugh. “Oh, loads of times. I have this thing where when it's raining, or if there's a fountain or something, I need to pee IMMEDIATELY. I've wet myself a whole lot because of that. Not so much now that I've learned to hold it so well. Alright, Tsu, your turn. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” Tsu said excitedly. Dee grinned wickedly. “Ten sit-ups. No pausing to hold it. If you leak, you leak.” Tsu rolled onto the floor without hesitation and locked her feet under the couch. She began doing the sit-ups, getting through five of them just fine. On the sixth, she moaned for a moment, and on the seventh she yelped loudly. Still she pushed through, and on the ninth, Emma could see a small puddle forming around Tsu's butt. She finished the last sit-up and fell back with a gasp, twisting her legs together. “Oh, shit, I'm okay, only leaked a little...” Dee laughed at her, but Vee just folded up like a knot. “Guys, I'm having a really hard time staying dry... I keep feeling a leak like, just inside my vag. I think my knickers might be a bit wet already...” “Just stay focused on the game,” Tsu breathed. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Vee said this time. Tsu pursed her lips. “How old were you the first time you had sex?” Vee grimaced and leaned back, starting to shake again. “I... Uhm, I was...” “Ooohhhh my god,” Dee droned. “She's never done it! She's never been fucked!” “Shuuuut it,” Vee complained, limply flailing an arm at Dee. “Yeah I've never done it, but it's not like I haven't wanted to, nobody likes my hair...” “Whaaat?” Tsu whined. “Your hair is amazing! That's not it. And with those tits you could have any guy you want. What's the real reason? You full lesbo?” Vee laughed, then moaned and tightened up even more. “Nah... I'm fine with girls, but I'm into guys mostly. If I'm being completely honest, I was kind of...scared. What it might feel like, to have a... A thing inside of me.” “The word you're looking for is COCK,” Dee shouted drunkenly. “Oh, be nice,” Tsu scolded her. “She's young. I think...” “I'm nineteen,” Vee mumbled. “See? Young as fuck. Or...as... Not fuck? Shit, I had way too much wine,” Tsu sighed. “Anyway, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It does seem kind of weird.” Vee nodded and looked at her feet. “Would you...like to?” Tsu offered. Vee blinked and looked back up at her. “Eh?” “Would you like to feel what it's liked to be fucked?” Tsu asked again. “I'll do it. Right here and now.” Vee squinted, her eyes flashing towards Tsu's crotch. “Uhm... What? Are you...” Tsu looked confused for a moment, then saw where Vee was staring. “Oy! No, I don't have a fuckin' dick! I mean with a strap-on. Feels just like the real thing when you use a good one. Are you up for it?” Dee's eyes were wide at this sudden change of events, her gaze flipping between the two of them. “Vee, you can trust her,” Dee said softly. “She'll make the experience as pleasant as she can. It's something every woman should feel.” Vee was shaking, both from nerves and desperation. “Okay,” she yelped suddenly. “I'll do it. I'm scared as hell but this whole place is crazy and I'm crazy and I don't even really know how I ended up here and none of this seems real so what the fuck, let's do this!” Dee threw both arms all the way up in the air and hollered like she'd just scored the winning goal at the World Cup. Tsu just smiled widely and stood. “I'll go get it. You wait here. And don't pee!” At that, Tsu jogged off. Emma watched as Dee cuddled up next to Vee. “There's really nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “However, I should say that you're actually very brave. New girls usually take a couple of days before they let us start doin' stuff to them. But they always have fun when it does happen.” Vee didn't respond. She was too focused on holding herself. Dee frowned and grasped both of Vee's wrists. She pulled them hard, forcing them away from Vee's crotch. The woman moaned and protested, too embarrassed to form proper words. “C'mon, that won't really help you hold it. Besides, you should get nice and ready for Tsu. Can I touch you?” Vee shivered and nodded. Dee didn't need to be told twice. She slid her right hand into Vee's pajama pants, quickly finding her clit. It took less than ten seconds for Dee to get the other woman randy. “Do you like the feeling of being so desperate?” Dee asked. “Usually it takes longer for a girl to get so wet when she's holding.” “I...I love this stuff,” Vee moaned. “I love to just wet myself and play in it, but I want as much money as I can get...” “Don't worry about the money,” Dee said, somewhat menacingly. “Worry about what the Professor will do to you if you pee before you reach your limit. Trust me, she'll know. Vee gulped just as Tsu walked back into frame. She wasn't carrying anything. “I'm baaaack,” she sang. “And I've got one of the fanciest ones that Kay has in here. Check this out...” She grasped the waistband of her pants... and slid them down, revealing a bright pink silicon erection, about five inches in length. “Since you're new, I went with a smaller one. How's it look?” Vee covered her mouth and stared at it. “Ohmygod I can't believe I'm doing this,” she nearly shouted. “It's okay,” Dee said gently. “It's still just a toy. Nothing to be afraid of. Lean back...open your legs.” Dee guided her, pushing her back down onto the wide couch. Vee's legs were held together like a vise, but Dee managed to pry them open despite Vee's desperate gasps. Dee then grasped Vee's pajama pants and began to slowly slide them off. "Subjects," Kay's voice spoke suddenly. "You know you're not supposed to expose yourselves outside of the bathing room..." Dee stood straight and held her arms out, glancing between all the cameras in the room. "Oh, come on, Professor! Let us have this bit of fun. I'm sure some of the clients wanna see it. Please?" There was a long pause, and then... "I will allow it. Not for the clients, but I want to see this. Proceed." Dee grinned and quickly returned to her task. Vee covered her face completely and began giggling uncontrollably as her cleanly-shaven lips were exposed to the open air. She was so completely slick, it looked like someone had dumped a gallon of lube down her pants. Even so, Tsu reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of actual lube that she had held in the waistband of the strap-on. She poured a good quarter of the bottle in her hand and rubbed it all over the toy until it shined in the dim light of the lounge. It was time. Dee stepped back and sat on the opposite side of the couch, putting her legs up on the table and sliding her right hand into her own panties. If she was gonna watch this, she was gonna enjoy it. Tsu stepped up to Vee and placed a hand on each of her knees. She spread her own legs so the strap-on was level with Vee's womanhood. Slowly and confidently, Tsu pried Vee's legs apart until she could reach the slick, reddened flower between them. Vee went breathless as Tsu slid inside of her, the abhorrent quantity of lube doing its job well. She only went in about two inches at first, then three, and after a minute she was pounding away at the redhead like a soldier who'd just returned home to his wife from 'Nam. Vee moaned so loudly that it actually fuzzed the perfect audio of Kay's microphones for a moment, absolute pleasure clear in her tone. She wrapped her legs around Tsu's waist, pulling her in tightly. Tsu reached down and placed her hands on Vee's belly for balance, causing Vee to shriek in desperation as her now-hard bladder was compressed. Tsu ignored her and kept going at it, leaning forwards and burying her face in Vee's breasts. Three minutes into the session, Vee's body locked up. “I CAN'T HOLD IT!” she shouted. “IT'S TOO MUCH, I CAN'T...” A few seconds later, Vee was good to her word. The camera angle switched to a position somewhere above Vee's head, and a thick torrent of pee could be seen spraying from the girl, splattering all over Tsu's front. Her pajama shirt was soaked through, rock-hard nipples revealed by the clinging fabric. Tsu simply increased her speed and power, pushing Vee hard against the couch as she lost complete control. She went limp as her bladder emptied itself all over Tsu, the couch, and her own body. While she was still peeing, she suddenly began to moan again, and her entire body shook. She thrusted her hips and her chest heaved, and she screamed in pleasure as she had an orgasm so intense and clear that Emma could almost feel it through the fabric of time and space. Seeing that Vee was completely spent, Tsu tore off the strap-on and turned it on herself, collapsing onto the couch as Dee excitedly crawled over to help. While the two still-horny women had their fun, what little of Vee's pee made it to the floor began to sink in. Kay spoke moments later. “Three hundred and five milliliters, not that it counts... That couch took most of it. Going by duration and the thickness of your stream, I'd say that you were close to a liter. Not bad at all for a first-timer. Please though, next time you're full, make sure it gets on the floor. I want a proper count from you.” Vee could barely open and close her mouth in confirmation, but Kay seemed to understand as she responded with a “Thank you, Subject,” before going quiet again. Emma watched Tsu and Dee play with each other for a couple more minutes, her body and soul wanting nothing more than to be a part of that right now. She was so absorbed in the scene on the smartphone that the soft and gentle “Hello?” emanating from her right sounded like a thunderclap. She shrieked and tossed the phone half way across the room, causing the buds to tear violently from her ears and the battery to fall out. Breathing heavily, Emma turned her head. The middle-eastern woman was awake, looking at her with her brows furrowed. “I apolgize if I scare you,” she said with a heavy accent. “I do not mean to...” “It's fine,” Emma panted. “It's my fault for not paying attention to anything around me.” She took a deep breath. “I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you.” The woman smiled, although it seemed forced. “I, er... I am? “You've got it,” Emma encouraged her. “I am Maisha,” she finished. “It is nice to meet you as well.” ***** Author's Notes: I do apologize for taking so long to get this part out. I've had a lot going on, and I've also been busy writing one of my "real" novels. I've had an amazing time writing this story, and we are reaching the end of the main tale of Kay's wonderland. Yes, that means there will be spin-offs and short stories based in this universe once this thread comes to an end. The best is yet to come, and I look forward to writing it. I will also say that I'm well aware of the unrealistic nature of Vee's experience. A woman's first time is almost always uncomfortable, if not downright painful and unpleasant. However, this is a fantasy world where women do not have to deal with such inconveniences. There's also the matter of the "mini-chapter" that I've mentioned. I've scrapped that idea, and sort of combined it into this chapter. It was going to be Emma recovering and watching the videos, and I was going to write a lot more of them. However, I'll be putting those stories in their own, shorter threads in the future. As always, thank you for reading, and all comments are greatly appreciated. I will, however, state that this thread WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED DEAD until I the words "The End" grace the bottom of the final chapter. There may be extended delays between chapters, but unless I straight-up actually DIE, this story absolutely will be finished. You have my word as an author. -B.L.
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  6. It was uploaded here some time ago. I have the first one.DLEE-133.mp4 DLEE-163.mp4 whoops I ment to upload this one
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    http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ208414.html This appears to be a short RPG, where as far as I can tell you're an alien shapeshifting as a student, and your goal is to make your classmate wet herself. To do this, you go around collecting items, possibly adding diuretic to the girl's water, and making and putting "out of order" signs. It has six possible endings (last I checked), five of which involve some form of wetting, and one normal toilet end. Special thanks to Newp who kindly shared the link over at AGD.
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  9. View File Wetting grey leggings So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~ Submitter Ashi Submitted 10/18/2017 Category Peeing
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    Well, here's the first installment of the Stephanie saga, a collection of stories from one very accident prone poster on ToiletStool.com from about 6 years ago named Stephanie who had both wetting and messing accidents. She began her time there with a story from the (then) present, where she's in college and has the first time since getting a shared room to mess herself on purpose. But she misjudges her timing after holding all weekend and loses it on the elevator to her dorm. And she also doesn't know her roommate is coming home sooner than expected! This comic is 18 pages long and is more diary styled, with her poses sidelining the detailed descriptions of her experience. I think it goes without saying this comic contains poop and messing. The only peeing scene is in the preview, albeit the censored version. Speaking of, continuing the trend of the last comic this one also has both a nude and non-nude version. The non-nude blurs or blacks out nudity and so the mess is only seen from the way her panties bulge out. The only poop shown there is in the x-ray sampled above and what can be seen thru her legholes. The nude one however shows everything, including what comes out of her butt as it comes out. But both versions include animated versions of the accident; 2 pages are gifs, one showing the bulge forming inside and out of her panties and the other showing it finishing thru an x-ray view. And just as usual there are high resolution and low resolution versions so you can choose between reading a smaller version or blowing them up for whatever details you like. A purchase gets you everything, you get to choose any or all of them. Aside from the few more poop accidents in the Stephanie series there are 2 other ones planned for this comic series overall. The sales of this one will really help gauge how well more of those could fare in the future. I understand poop isn't everyone's thing here so that's why I'm offering a version for folks like me who really just like the desperation and theory of it happening but stop at the smells and mess, as well as beefing this comic up with some animation to counteract the walls of text. I'm really blown away with how well these comics, especially that last one, have sold, and your messages of praise are wonderful to read. I'm glad I can be of true service here and definitely plan to keep at it until all the stories I originally shared in that thread are adapted and then some. The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2008
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  11. View File Losing a Contest Not exactly a fair contest - not only was it against limeyweasel but I also had skipped out on peeing before bed and after waking up. Total of maybe two liters of water since the last time I had peed, with most of that being within two or three hours of this. 16 hours of holding in total, I think, which isn't really impressive time-wise since I could easily do 20 or more without drinking so much, but all things considered it's a pretty good time. Didn't even fully empty either. Oh well. Submitter Sake Submitted 10/20/2017 Category Desperation Clothing
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  12. Are you an artist or other type of content producer? Would you be interested in selling your work on one of the nets largest and most rapidly growing Omorashi communities? Good news then! OmoOrg is currently accepting applicants to help test out our new sellers platform! How does this work? The sellers system is basically handled entirely through OmoOrg's downloads platform - once activated for your account, you will have the ability to submit paid files to our downloads system. Members can then purchase and download these files directly from the site using the same payment platform used for OmoOrg's forum subscriptions. All you have to do is submit your videos or comics to the downloads platform (either as PDF's or zipped archives of images) and set a price on them as you so wish. Why should I sell on OmoOrg? With over 75,000 active members and roughly 250,000 unique visitors every month, OmoOrg has become one of the nets largest and most active, well-established Omorashi and (AB/)DL themed communities. OmoOrg's traffic statistics according to Google Analytics over the last 28 days Our community is currently host to over 3TB of user submitted content and processes up to 40TB of downloads in any given month. By selling your content on OmoOrg, your material will be featured and promoted along with all its other user submitted material for maximum exposure. What's are the commission rates? The current commission rate for sales 40% (meaning you get 60%) plus a $0.30 flat-rate transaction fee. which is passed down from our payment processors. This is the same rate charged on sites such as Clips4Sale, but here you get a much more modern platform and you take advantage of OmoOrg's already large niche memberbase on top of that. How do I sign up / request more information? Just send me ( @Kirito ) a private message and I'll help guide you through the entire process!
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  13. This is a story I came up with and wrote in a few hours. I have always read stories and here and enjoyed them and I hope you too can enjoy this. Please be sure to leave any feedback on my writing. Thank you. Chapter 1: Evelynn was a 31 year old latina entrepreneur/business owner. She thinks back to just a couple years ago when she opened it, her employees were driven and motivated and that lead to the success of their products. Thing had been going great, she was running one of the only successful businesses run by a latina or even a woman. This didn’t last long though, as the company grew, people became more lazy. Cutting corners, showing up late, turning in assignments late. This caused her business to falter, just last month they had to recall thousands of phones due to a simple error that would have been prevented had her employees paid enough attention. The wind blew through the marginally opened windows as Evelynn contemplated what to do. Both she and her parents had worked hard to get this company off the ground. From working late nights to taking various jobs to raise money. She couldn’t possibly let it all go just like that. The sound of her secretary brought her back to reality, “Ms.Velasquez, would you like to take your lunch break now?” Checking the time, she noticed it was 12:01 PM and sure enough she was hungry. Accepting the offer, she stood up and made her way to the door deciding on what to eat. Her friend Mary asked if she wanted to have lunch via text knowing that this was around the time she had her lunch break. Wanting to talk with someone, she agreed. The clank of her heels accompanied her as she made her way to a new mediterranean place her friend was talking about. The wind howled on this unusually dark day, and she sped along not wanting to get caught in the rain. On this particular day she was wearing jeans that fit her curves and a white blouse. She had tattoos on her right shoulder and stood at 5ft 4in. Once another couple minutes passed, the view of the restaurant came into view. It was small, and modern, with plants along with mini waterfalls distributed thoroughly through the area. She sat down across from her friend excitedly after not seeing her for a couple days. As Mary noticed her friend a bright smile encompassed her face. “How are you?” Mary questioned. Evelynn then began explaining everything that's wrong with her company and the prospect of going bankrupt. Mary being the good friend she is, listened intently. Once things were quiet Mary had an idea. “Maybe you could get someone to finance you or merge the company.” “I would probably lose it then. I worked hard and spent everything I have to attain this and to have to sell it off to keep it alive would crush me.” Evelynn countered Mary thought for a while and finally decided to switch the topic. “Did you see the latest episode of Cooking Cats?” This got Evelynn's attention, Cooking Cats was a interesting show that either involved cats that could cook or people cooking cats. It varied each week. After talking with Mary for some while the waiter gave them each cups of water, which they both gulped down rapidly. Conversation slowed as their entrees arrived and they began to check their phones. Finally Mary looked up and said, “Hey it says here that Blum industries released a faulty watch.” At this Evelynn looked ups, Blum Industries had been a competitor of hers for a while now and having them create a faulty watch would be good for her company. “Really what happened?” “This article says that when you try and open your messages the watch crashes, they thought at first it was a software issue which would have been much easier to fix, but it's actually something wrong in the motherboard.” Mary said. “Also it says here a potential investor, Mark Whinfield decided to pull out of a deal that would have gave Blum industries new OLED screens.” “Wow that's great news for me.” For a long while Blum Industries had been eating up more and more of the market share, and having OLED screens would just amplify their success. Both Evelynn and Blum were racing to deliver a smartwatch that people would enjoy, but since Blum had more people working for him he managed to push it out first which would have gained him lots of money had there not been an issue. “Who is this Mark Whinfield guy?” Evelynn finally asked. Mary was quick to respond with, “Oh he’s this guy that owns a monopoly of companies from science labs to tech innovations. He’s only 35 years old as well!” “Maybe I should strike up a contract with him, If I were to obtain OLED screens for my products that would for sure raise my stock.” “You know what you should.” Mary commented. By the time they had finished their meals and paid for it, Evelynn had drunk 2.5 glasses of water. The food tasted great though and she felt much better going back to work. After her short trek that led her back to her company she was notified that the water in the building had been cut off. Well that wasn’t good. Evelynn called the water company who said the quickest they could turn the water on was in 3 hours. Sighing Evelynn made her way to her office on the top floor. The recent loss of water made her pay more attention to her bladder, as shall she request relief, it wouldn’t be given to her. She felt fine for now knowing her bladder capacity was quite large, it came with her hips she supposed. Evelynn decided that with the absence of water it was unfit to keep her employees there. But she along with a select few decided to stay to get some work done. Sitting down at her desk she decided to do some research on OLED screens and if was worth contacting this Mark Whitfield guy. Looking him up she say he was quite pretty. He owned lots of companies from woodworking places to big science labs with lots of technology. She did some further research and discovered that the reason Mark had pulled out of his deal with Blum was not just because of the watch mishap, but also due to some conservative things that were said by Blum himself. This was good for Evelynn because she and her company were quite liberal. Evelynn felt a small pang in her bladder bringing her to think about all the liquid she consumed at lunch. The water wouldn’t be turned on for another 2 and a half hours. She finally decided to just hold it in and get back to work. She began analyzing the market. It was incredibly competitive at the time, and the only way Evelynn figured she could make her company successful was if she had something other companies didn’t have. Something that people want. An easy sell to anything with a screen on it is a good screen and OLED sure as hell was beautiful. And no company has as beautiful screens as OLED would give them. She quickly got Mark’s email and asked him if he wanted to strike up a deal regarding OLED screens. Once that was accomplished she regarded a different situation, her bladder. In the half hour that passed, her kidney’s have been hard at work filling her bladder. She knew she wasn’t able to relieve herself until the water was turned back on. She unbuttoned her jeans knowing she was practically the only one in the building, preventing her tight jeans from pushing on her bladder too much and giving it room to expand. She then pressed her thighs together and continued working, bouncing every so often. Evelynn began to overview the work her employees completed. They had created their own OS that looked much prettier than anyone else's. Another report showed her that they had secured financing and distribution deals for their watch will be released in only a couple weeks. Evelynn then began reading financial reports, the issue of faulty phones the released a couple months ago had strained their profits and they had now stabilized. She then began to get off topic not really knowing what to do and started to browse her social media. Not much was happening. And finally her train of thought had stopped at one particular station, her bladder. It had filled even more and she was starting to doubt her ability to hold for another hour and 45 minutes. While there may have been no water, there were still toilets. Evelynn figured she would just use one and flush it once the water was back on. Deciding she would do just that, she stood up. The gravitational pull that her bladder experienced was almost enough to make her spill. She bent over holding herself until the wave of desperation passed. After a while it wasn’t that hard to hold it. She made her way passed the secretary, and to the bathroom. Excited by the thought of relief she tried the door handle which was locked. Damn They must have locked the doors so no one used the bathrooms by accident. Evelynn did not currently possess a key as she never really used them. She decided to take a walk through the building to see if there was anywhere she could take a piss without destroying something. Each office was just comprised of a desktop and some computers. After giving up she decided she would return to her office. Once at her office she had an Idea. The only way Evelynn would be able to relieve herself was if she had something to pee into. That gave her an Idea, she would ask her secretary to get her a 16 oz cup of coffee and she would pee into it. Rubbing her bottom into the chair to hold in her water, crossing her legs and tapping her foot against the ground. She began to keep herself distracted by looking over business strategies and possible innovations that could become a reality. Within 10 minutes her secretary entereh her office carrying a 16 oz cup filled to the brim with ice coffee. While her secretary was in the room Evelynn tried to keep herself as composed as possible. Once her secretary left, she began holding herself and rubbing her thighs together again. Evelynn took one look at the coffee cup, and 2 problems came to light. First of all, she would need to drink all of the coffee as there was no place to dump it. The second issue being, she was seriously bursting and there was no way a 16 oz cup could hold it all. It was either drinking all the coffee and filling her bladder even more, or wait for an hour and a half while her kidneys still filled her bladder. She chose the first option. Drinking the coffee was hard, and it took her 10 minutes to do so. The only thing left in the cup was a few ice cubes which she simply ate wanting as much volume for her piss in the cup as possible. Drinking the coffee gave her a weird feeling of, ‘you’ll end up in my bladder won’t you’ to ‘hey atleast I can relieve myself… sort of’. At this point her bladder was rock hard, she was bouncing up and down doing her best to stay dry. Not wanting anyone to see her, through the window, Evelynn crouched down and began to undo her pants. The feeling of her bulging bladder being pressed on by her much desired thighs was excruciating. Evelynn slipped her high heels off and proceeded to tear her pants and white cotton underwear off. Crouching bear bottomed under her desk she was about to relieve herself when she heard the voice of her secretary. “Ms. Velasquez?” She said in a timid fashion. As quick as lightning Evelynn slipped into her pants and stood up releasing a spurt, but was abolished by her hand, that grabbed her vagina under her desk “Yes?” Evelynn said in a strained voice trying to keep the lake of piss inside of her. “Oh sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to let you know that Mr.Whitfield has replied to your request for a meeting.” The secretary said. “Oh that's great, is that all?” Evelynn responded hurriedly as another spurt made its way out of her urethra, she began to sway sideways in an attempt to contain her piss. “Yeah, that's all. Are you alright?” Her secretary asked noticing her quick speech and movement. “NO, I’m alright. You can go back to your desk now.” Evelynn said maybe a bit too harshly. Her secretary hesitantly backed away from her office and the second she closed the door, Evelynn went back to what she was about to do. She swiftly ripped her pants and underwear off like last time revealing her shaved vagina, and her smooth bottom. As soon as her urethra positioned itself above the cup, she let go of a strong stream that hit the bottom of the cup with a splatter. ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh’ The noise escaped her without consent as the strain on her bladder diminished and she felt quite aroused.. Within a couple seconds the cup was full and Evelynn mustered the strength in her sphincters to cut off the stream. Sighing as her relief has ended she put her clothes on once again and sat back on her chair, storing the cup of piss in a drawer in her desk. Her need for pee had dropped quite a bit and relative to what she felt just a couple minutes ago, she felt great. Getting back to work, she opened the email that was sent to her by Mark. As she read she became exceedingly more excited. Mark had agreed to discuss business inquiries over dinner and would end the discussion at his office, just a couple blocks down from where she was. The tone of the email sounded like he wanted to work with her. She responded telling him that the time he gave was fine and she would be there. There were 45 minutes until Evelynn could relieve herself fully which she greatly desired. The 16 oz that made it out of her only prolonged the inevitable. Evelynn currently sported a fairly bulging bladder. Her bladder didn’t tend to expand much outwards more more to the side. In the short time that had passed the coffee had made its way to her bladder, this was quite interesting as most liquid takes longer to enter the bladder. This pushed Evelynn to do some research. She found online that, coffee and alcohol enters the bladder in larger contents than water would due to the fact that water is absorbed by the blood stream so not all of what you drink comes out. Alcohol and coffee on the other hand are not absorbed by the blood stream meaning, Evelynn’s bladder in theory should end up being more full than the first time in the sense that 16 oz of water that comes out is replaced by coffee. This made Evelynn nervous. Right before she had relieved herself, she felt so full the idea of even more perplexed her. That was not counting the water she drank from before was still filtering into her bladder. It had only been 30 mins and Evelynn sure as hell was desperate. For a few more minutes she sat at her desk bouncing up and down rubbing her thighs together. Until she decided to do something productive. She recalled the bathroom being locked when she first tried about an hour ago, and she wanted to make sure that she could empty herself as soon as it turned back on. Getting up she once again experienced the pain of gravity pulling down on her sphincter muscles, but she ignored it and moved on. She knew the janitor was still around here somewhere cleaning things and such. She just needed to find him. After 10 minutes of strolling through 3 floors of office, she finally found him, and he happily gave her the keys to the toilet. Although her situation had gotten a lot worse than she predicted. She felt arousal as she caressed her rock hard bladder. She decided to once again, unbutton her jeans and pull her underwear down just a little bit to take pressure off her abdomen region. This helped marginally but she was sure she could hold it for 5 minutes. She hung around the bathroom closest to her office, until she got a call, at this point she was on the verge of wetting herself. “Hello?” She answered hoping this call would not take too long. “This is Ghram Water corporation, we are sincerely sorry about the lack of water for the past couple hours, he hope it wasn't too much of an issue, but we were scared the water was unsafe for human consumption so naturally we had to turn it off. But we are excited to say the problem has been worked out and you once again have water.” “Thank you so much, it was no trouble.” Evelynn said hanging up. Her bladder had filled so much, she could feel it swish as she took steps. The ocean of piss inside of her was being held in by only her sphincter muscles and she was sure it was about to blow. Pushing open the door, the made her way to the nearest stall. ‘MMMMMMPHHHHH’ The noise emmited out of her as a small spurt made its way out and she was doing everything she could to hold it in. As she opened the door to the stall and got inside, she could feel herself losing. She quickly locked the door, and before she knew it she let go full steam inside her pants, she did not give up though as she ripped them down and plopped her sweet ass down on the toilet. ‘AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH’ The feeling of letting it all go was almost orgasmic. Evelynne peed for 1 minute at full force before it was all out of her. Her abdominal region had decreased in size. She sat there and contemplated what she just experienced for a moment before going back to her office and resuming her work. To Be Continued...
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  15. I prefer wearing lighter clothes/leggings so it shows through, as the visual aspect is definitely a thing I enjoy. Last time I wet was in grey leggings (I posted a vid recently on here owo) and honestly I think they've become my favourite. <3 Also, I recently bought a pair of 'sport style' leggings which are a material which wicks away sweat! So I'm curious to try wetting in those sometime in the near future~ I've wet jeans and underwear before but honestly my wardrobe (lower attire) mostly consists of leggings and skirt or two. Skirts I've yet to try as the wetting would more be within the tights, but that's also something I'm looking forward to trying ^_^
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  16. My first piece of fiction. Contains desperation, wetting, and some sexual content, particularly toward the end. --- Katie brushed her hair back and took another sip of her beer. It was Friday, and she was celebrating an early quitting time with a few drinks at the bar with her friends. Her boyfriend Zack was still at work, and had been all week--with the long hours he'd been working, she'd barely gotten a chance to see him. But it was Friday, and they were finally going to have some time to themselves. Katie had even dressed for the occasion. Knowing that this would be their first night together all weeks, she wore her favorite seafoam green tank top. It was hardly what you would call low-cut, but she liked it because it showed off just enough cleavage to drive Zack crazy, especially compared to her usual clothing. Katie was rather conservative in public, though the last few years with Zack had brought out an otherwise-buried wild side when they were in private. She shuffled in her seat, thinking about the night to come. Katie took her last gulp and put down the empty glass. It was her second beer, and she was beginning to feel that ever-familiar urge to pee. She glanced at the bathroom, but decided to hold it--not out of laziness, but naughtiness. Aside from an insatiable libido, Katie had a pee holding fetish--for as long as she could remember, she loved the feeling of filling up her bladder and squirming in her seat. As she got older, she became more daring, wetting her pants in the bathtub on occasion, and even some very wet sex with Zack (after she got the courage to admit her fetish). Her ultimate fantasy was to pee her pants in public--not a full wetting in a crowd, mind you, which was too embarrassing for her timid midwest sensibilities. But she got excited about the idea of letting out some descreet spurts where no one would see. She hadn't gathered up the courage for such an outing, so it stayed a fantasy for now. Still, on this chilly Fall night, she was feeling frisky, so she decided she was going to use this urge to her advantage. She stuck her hand between her crossed legs, sneakily took a photo of it with her phone, and sent it to Zack. She didn't have to go that badly yet, but she staged the photo to tease him a little. "Saving up for you", she tapped in a text message, and sent it off to him, feeling a tiny twinge of excitement in her crotch for the night to come. Katie checked her watch and realized she still had awhile before Zack would be home. So, to kill time, she decided to order one last beer. As she drank, she began to squirm a little in her seat--beer always went right through her. She figured this was perfect--by the time she got home, she'd be at the perfect level of desperation for some naughty fun. She paid for her beer, stepped outside, and did an incognito potty dance as she waited for the cab. Once it arrived, she hopped in, gave her address, and rode off. But a few minutes into the drive, the car slowed down, and Katie's heart sank. There was an accident up the road, which, coupled with Friday afternoon rush hour, had brought the the only route home to a standstill. Katie pulled out her phone to check their ETA. What was usually a twenty minute drive was now forty, and there were no easy detours they could take to get around the traffic. Katie cursed her choice to skip the bathroom--her strong urge was quickly turning into desperation, though she convinced herself she could hold it until she got home. Katie tried browsing Facebook on her phone, but she soon became unable to concentrate. She had never gotten this desperate this quickly--it must have been the beer, rather than her usual water, that sped up the process. She squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find a position that relieved the pressure. But nothing helped--she had to go, and soon. She stealthily unbuttoned her jeans, which were now tightening around her bulging bladder. Her light pink panties peeked through the top, and she tried to cover it up with her hand so the driver wouldn't see. She resisted the urge to shove her hand down her pants to hold herself, and instead checked her phone again. They were still twenty minutes away. Clearly she wasn't good at estimating her bladder capacity--even without the traffic, she'd have been cutting it close. But with the traffic? There was no way she'd make it all the way home. Her bladder was still filling up at an alarming rate, and she was aching with a need to pee. She looked out the window for possible places she could relieve herself. Unfortunately, they were on the freeway in the middle of the city's park--there was no bathroom to stop at, no way to turn around in the middle of the traffic jam, and there was SURELY no way she was going to ask the cab driver if she could squat on the side of the road. She'd rather wet herself in a cab than flash her crotch to a freeway full of unmoving cars. Her only option, she concluded, was to try to let out a little bit of pee to relieve the pressure. Just enough so that her panties would get wet, but not her jeans. Of course, she had reservations--Katie had read enough desperation stories online to know that "letting a little bit out" rarely works, and she could risk a full-on wetting. But if she didn't try now, she'd just end up soaking herself later, so she decided it was worth the risk. Katie uncrossed her legs and scooted her ass over the edge of the seat, just in case it all came rushing out--it'd drip onto the floor below instead of back into her seat. She didn't want to end up sitting in a puddle and soaking the butt of her jeans. She took a breath, braced herself, and relaxed her muscles. But despite how desperate she was, being in public made it hard to truly let go. Finally, she felt a small spurt escape, dampening her panties before she immediately clenched back up. "I did it!" she thought. "I didn't lose control at all!" Unfortunately, the spurt was so small that it didn't relieve any pressure either. She didn't even see a wet spot on her jeans. She could go a little more, right? She'd already proven to herself that she could stop. She relaxed again, a bigger spurt shooting out from between her now-damp lips--but this time, it was harder to stop. She felt her muscles spasm as another spurt escaped. It slowed to a trickle, before she lost control completely and started shooting a steady stream into her wet panties and formerly dry jeans. The stream quickly filled her panties and started to dampen her jeans, dripping onto the seat. "Fuck fuck fuck, no no no" she muttered under her breath as the drips turned into a steady flow, a small waterfall of pee cascading down the seat and onto the floor below her. It felt so good to let go, but she forced herself to clamp down. After a good ten seconds of full-force peeing her pants, she was finally able to stem the flow. She let the last few drops fall, then scooted back into her seat, legs together and shaking. She felt a little better, but she still had a strong urge to pee, and she knew her bladder was still filling up thanks to that last beer. She re-crossed her legs and dug her hand into her crotch, no longer caring who saw. She felt the wetness on her jeans on her hand, and pressed it into her crotch--she was nervous and embarrassed, but it was hard not to get a little turned on. She pulled her hand away and watched the clock slowly tick by as she bounced her legs up and down. As she expected, her bladder filled back up quickly, and Katie began to get worried. Her pants were drying, but slowly--if she let any more out, the wet spot would certainly be noticeable when she got out of the cab, and she couldn't handle the embarrassment of walking to her apartment with wet pants. She decided she could hold on. They were out of the traffic, and she was only ten minutes away from home. She could make it. She HAD to make it. After what seemed like an eternity and only a few accidental dribbles, the cab finally pulled up to her building. She frantically paid the driver, losing a few drops in the process, and opened the door. As soon as she stepped out, though, she doubled over, realizing that holding the dam was going to be twice as hard standing as it was sitting. Another trickle escaped down her inner thigh as she took her first step toward the door. Barely holding on, she took quick, tiny steps up to the door of her apartment building. A jet of piss shot down her leg while she fumbled with the keypad. The door unlocked, and she rushed in, confronted with a horrible choice: Take the stairs, which were quicker but more likely to cause leaks, or the slow elevator, in which she could stand still. Fearing her decision wouldn't matter, she dashed toward the elevator, hoping it was already at the lobby floor so she wouldn't have to wait for it. Score! It opened immediately, and she stepped in. Before she could rejoice in this tiny bit of luck, she heard a voice behind her yelling "Katie, hold the door!" Her downstairs neighbor, a woman in her late 20s, was looking to get on the elevator too. Even in her desperate state, Katie couldn't give up her midwestern manners--after all, she didn't want to become known as the building's resident bitch. She held the door for her acquaintance, and the elevator began its slow ascent to Katie's floor. Trying not to look too conspicuous, Katie attempted to stand still, but the spurts were becoming more regular, each one only seconds after the last. She winced as she felt tendrils of pee drip down both her legs, praying that it didn't enlarge the wet spot on her jeans. After an arduous minute of waiting, Katie reached her floor, and the elevator doors opened. Her neighbor waved goodbye as Katie drew in a breath, prayed to keep control, and took the few steps out of the elevator toward her apartment. As the elevator closed, her shuffle became a sprint--she was so close she could taste it. But as she reached her door, she realized she hadn't gotten her keys out yet--all that time wasted in the elevator! She began fumbling through her purse, but her excitement in reaching her apartment had gotten the better of her. She felt herself lose control completely as she futiley shoved her key toward the lock, missing the keyhole, and the next spurt exploded into a constant spray of piss, shooting right through her now-drenched panties and soaking the legs of her jeans. There was nothing she could do anymore--she was full-on wetting her pants, frantically trying to get the key in the door. Then, in her worst possible moment of failure, her apartment door swung open, Zack standing in the doorway as her pee hissed out of her crotch and down her quiverling legs. "I thought I heard you out here, you having trouble with your keys?" He said, before he noticed the tears beginning to stream down her face and the puddle at her feet. "I...I tried to hold it too long", she stammered as she looked up at him, blushing with embarrassment. She was still peeing full force, but had given up on making it to the bathroom. Her jeans were already soaked, what was the point in trying? Zack stood there, dumbfounded, while Katie said nothing. The only sound in the doorway was the hissing of her pee filling up her panties and falling onto the ground. Finally, she let out a long sigh as she found her relief, her stream finally slowing to a trickle. She silently walked inside and began wiping off her clothes while Zack quickly mopped up the mess at their front door. He walked into the bedroom just as she pulled down her soaked panties, her glistening pussy peeking out as she bent over. Zack walked in and pulled her close with a strong, but tender kiss. "Be honest," he said. "You enjoyed that a little". "It did feel awfully good to finally let go," she admitted, "and I peed a little in the cab too"--a fact that turned her on more than she'd let herself believe. After all, this was what she'd always dreamed about--a real public accident, her ultimate fantasy. And though it hadn't happened quite the way she'd planned, she was starting to get turned on again. Zack kissed her neck, slowly moving down her chest and stomach, until he reached her bare, shaven, and piss-soaked pussy. She let out a loud moan as his tongue finally found its way to her clit. He continued licking, her pussy already wet with anticipation, and she thought back on the entire incident--naughtily peeing in the cab, losing control at the door, and now, Zack's tongue tasting her pee as he licked her wet cunt. It was all she needed--after only a minute of tonguing, she started shaking as he brought her to a quivering, standing orgasm. A little extra pee trickled from her lips and down her leg as she came. There were worse ways to end the week.
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    Great story but one thing. You kpt on saying they do you mean he, she, or they?
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  23. When I get into a groove while working, especially if it’s on something that’s been frustrating me, I tend to hone in on that and that alone. In the past, this has worked in my favor, helping me breakthrough initial barriers and finish work, especially under a time crunch. Today, however, it was my fatal flaw. Let’s get one thing straight. I absolutely hate history; however, as an English major looking for an elective that fit my schedule, the American History class was my best shot. This particular paper we have due tomorrow has been particularly difficult for me to write for no apparent reason other than a bad case of writer’s block. Having failed in all attempts to focus long enough to write the paper, I left my place and went to the campus library, hoping the change in scenery would lead to a necessary change in headspace so I could finally write this damn paper. I found my favorite spot on the second floor near the window and started (attempting to) work again. Finally, after an hour of essentially ramming my head against the wall, I found my stride and figured out how to articulate exactly what I wanted to say. I was so focused on my paper that I nearly jumped a foot in the air when my phone rang. I quickly answered it, only to remember that yes, I was in a library and no, taking phone calls isn’t typically considered acceptable in this particular setting. I rushed out into the hallway to avoid disturbing people anymore than I already had, leaving my belongings and work behind, as the familiar voice of my advisor flowed out of my phone. A few seconds into the phone call I suddenly noticed a tingling in my bladder not previously felt. Another few seconds later, that tingling turned into loud alarms blaring “Please reach a toilet now!” I wracked my brain trying to think of where the nearest bathroom was and could only think of one in another building. I decided that rushing to a further bathroom that I knew the exact location of was a better alternative to trying to run around my surrounding area in search of one, so I moved as swiftly as I could without drawing attention to myself all while trying to rush my advisor off the phone. I thought ending the phone call would help me hold on, but without the distraction it provided I found myself overly focused on just how heavy my bladder felt, mentally running through how much I’d had to drink and how long it had been since my last trip to the bathroom. (The answers were not a lot and a really really long time). As I finally entered the building with the bathroom, I couldn’t help but think how much damage would be done if I lost it. My dark khaki shorts were high waisted and pretty form fitting. I had loved the way they made my ass look in the mirror but now I feared they would be unforgiving in event of a wetting. They may have been more brown than tan but they certainly weren’t dark enough to conceal a wet spot. I quickly shook my head, as if the physical motion would somehow dispel the thought of my bladder giving in, letting all the liquid drain from my body and soak my legs. I resumed my rush to the bathroom and I swear I’d never been more relieved to see the bathroom sign in my life. Ducking into the somewhat secluded hallway leading to the bathrooms, I took this opportunity to finally hold myself as I was positively bursting at this point. I crossed my legs as I pushed the door open, feeling myself slipping, slowly losing the battle as I crossed the threshold. I heard another woman’s voice and, fearing her seeing me in such a state, I quickly ducked into the nearest open stall already feeling my urine begin to travel down my urethra. By the time I had locked the stall, I was leaking somewhat consistently. I had my legs crossed into a pretzel, hand shoved tightly into my crotch, teeth gritted and forehead resting on the wall as I struggled to hold on. Realizing I wouldn’t regain complete control, I hastily began to undo the button on my shorts only to suddenly remember the exact configuration of my bottoms. They weren’t fastened with a button and zipper, but rather with a whole series of buttons. As a result, the brief moment of relief I experienced when I had opened the first one quickly switched to panic when I realized I had three more to go. At this point, my bladder had given up and I was fully wetting myself, despite my best wishes. I could feel my panties rapidly filling as I bent over trying desperately to unfasten the various buttons. The already difficult task was made all the more impossible by the tightness of my shorts. I ended up unfastening all but the last button before I desperately began attempting to yank the shorts past my thighs. At this point, I can feel my butt growing warm as my panties yield and my piss begins running into my bottoms. My shorts catch on my thighs repeatedly before I finally manage to yank them down with my panties. The amount of piss that actually went into the bowl was almost laughable. By some miracle my shoes and socks had been spared, most likely because of my bent position earlier; however, I had made quite the puddle on the bathroom tiles and I was almost scared to look at my shorts and panties. I grabbed toilet paper and wiped myself off as best I could, before grabbing more to attempt to dab my panties and shorts at least somewhat dry. Observing my shorts from this angle, it looked like the dark brown material was surprisingly forgiving, and I had hope that the wet spot would be barely noticeable so I could retreat home and change without facing humiliation. I yanked back up my panties and shorts, cringing slightly at the dampness between my legs and the clamminess of my thighs. I listened for a moment and, having confirmed I was alone in the bathroom, I stepped out of the stall and went to examine myself in the bathroom mirror. At first it looked rather promising, as you could barely tell what had happened from the front. When I checked the back, however, my hopes were dashed. The wet spot in the back was very visible. If anyone’s eyes dropped that direction for any reason there’d be no mistaking that there was a stain and no mistaking what caused it. My jacket was somewhat long but upon shrugging it on I realized it wasn’t long enough. The hem stopped just above the crest of my ass, right where the wet spot happened to end. I groaned. My only saving grace was that the corridors were rather empty at this time. The sleeves of my jacket were far too stiff to try and wrap around my waist, so I simply walked back with my wet shorts exposed, trying to avoid people as best as possible. I moved swiftly back to the library, plopping down into the plastic chair I’d been occupying before my phone call. I had left mid-paragraph and figured, since the chair hid my shame from view anyway, I may as well finish the paragraph off before going to change. As I finished off my work, whether it be reality or the work of paranoia, I became convinced I reeked of pee. I quickly finished typing up the last sentence of my paper before hurriedly shoving everything back into my bag. I loosened the straps of my bag so it would hang lower in hopes of covering the damage, although I doubt it actually did any good. As I stood up, I could only blush as I noticed the wetness left on the seat from my soaked shorts. What is usually a pleasant 20-30 minute walk, suddenly felt like a several hours long nightmare. I spent the whole walk absolutely paranoid that people could see what I’d done and were judging me for it. Once I finally made it home and to the safety of my own place, I went to the bathroom, shucked off my wet clothes and cleaned myself off. With the frequency of these wettings and almost wettings I’m debating getting some kind of protection. What do you guys think? Should I get some kind of protection and if I do what would that even mean?
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  24. A magical gnome helped me rewrite the hard parts of this chapter, so it's out a little earlier than expected. While this chapter includes some minor desperation of the other kind, this series will not feature messing in any significant form. I have no qualms about writing about that type of stuff, but it's just not a big part of this story. Chapter 4 - Experiments: Day negative one [Minor poo desperation] [Major desperation] [Free peeing] Erisa's face when she got out of the bathroom was pretty incredible, but after that Lea's day ended up being kind of a slog. Her classes after lunch were really, really dull. Then, she had missed this during Recent History apparently, they had gotten an assignment she had to finish. 'Write an essay about an important event relating to relationship between Earth and the Federation during the early 2030s'. Lea cobbled together a text about the Northern Russia transaction, which ate up all of her time before dinner and more. "Urgh... Freakin' history. Who gives an assignment like this for their first class!?" Finished with her text, Lea sank into the beanbag in her room. Her bladder was sending her some rather angry signals at this point; she hadn't peed since morning. She checked her wrist for her next toilet time. 21:36 "Dangit, does the algorithm hate me or something?" She cursed inwardly. While she wasn't going to have too much trouble holding it for two more hours, she had hoped she could take a pee soon, and then go to bed early. The adventure with Erisa had been nerve-wracking, and Lea was pretty darn tired. Besides, 7:47, 12:50 and 21:36? Seriously? Aren't you supposed to get a fourth time certain days to prevent them from being too spaced apart? Nine hours isn't too spaced apart? Lea opted to just stay in her comfy fluffsack and read a book while she waited. Without looking, she grabbed the one lying on the table. 'Relic Hunter'. Good, that was the one she was reading right now. She felt herself sinking deeper into the beanbag as she flipped to the right page. After a while, the book started feeling very heavy in her hands. She vaguely registered the lights in her room automatically dimming and eventually going out. Lea was in a queue for a public toilet, the one near the harbor. She was first in queue. Behind her, a huge line of desperate girls and women. They were grabbing themselves, wiggling, massaging their bladders, doing everything to hold it in. But Lea needn't resort to such things. Her bladder was the fullest of anyone here, but it was a fortress of cast iron. She stood proud, maintaining good posture. It felt great. A cloaked figure exited the bathroom. The public toilet would wait 30 seconds before letting the next person in, but after that it was gonna be Lea. The girl behind her, a redhead who seemed a little younger than Lea was digging her jeans into her skin with her hands. "P-Please hurry...! I-I can't.." The girl was wearing some rather strange jewelry: earrings and a necklace made from whole crystals. Lea didn't answer. When the hand symbol next to the bathroom door turned green, she pressed it, then leisurely entered the tube-like building. The inside of the toilet was very clean and smelled nice, as it always did. Lea bent down and removed her teal panties, exposing her butt. She sat down on the toilet, but didn't pee yet. Her bladder certainly protested, but it felt like she'd be able to hold it forever. She adopted an evil grin as she squeezed the panties together, opening her hand to reveal they had shifted into a small monitor. Memory-fibers were very useful. She suspended the monitor in the air in front of her and went to work. Normally, the a toilet (public or not) would kick you out if it detected you weren't using it for more than five minutes. Lea quickly disabled that function. As she assumed total control of the federation-built bathroom, she set the walls to one-way transparency. Now, she could see everything happening outside, but no-one could see in. "A-ah..! Why is she taking so long.." The woman third in queue was shivering as she said this. She was wearing very fashionable clothes, a red vest over a print tee. Her bladder bulge was jutting out of her shirt and jeans, exposing just a little bit of midriff. Lea checked her monitor. It read: "964 ml". "I-I can't take this anymore! I-It's impossible, I'm going to explode!" For some reason, Ceel was in the queue, too. She squatted down right in the middle of the queue, exposing her quivering, shaved pee-hole. With Ceel's slightly spread legs, it was possible to see her impossibly distended bladder from Lea's position. "1840 ml" The splattering, hissing sound of pressurized liquid hitting concrete filled the air. Ceel moaned unabashedly. For the desperate line, that was the last straw. Some of the women simply wet themselves on the spot, or started leaking uncontrollably. Others quickly squatted and yanked their panties off to save the garments. The only dry girl remaining was the redhead in front. Her bladder bulged out despite her tight jeans. It seemed rock-hard. She started frantically knocking on the door. "C-come ou-ah! of there...! I'm so full..!" Before Lea's very eyes, the redhead's bladder seemed to expand. The girl kept hitting the door with one hand, while manically trying to unbutton her jeans with the other. Lea's monitor started displaying numbers. "797 ml" "846 ml" "896 ml" "950 ml". The girl was still hitting the door as hard as she could. Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang... Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang... Lea awoke rudely to the vicious pounding of her rock-solid bladder. She immediately grabbed herself. When she felt certain she her bladder was back under her control, she relaxed by just a little bit. She checked her morning toilet time. 7:57. Not too bad. Her body was aching for a toilet at this point, but she'd wait another thirty minutes no problem. Lazily, she got out of her beanbag and started heading towards the shower. The rest of the house was waking up alongside her; lights turned on as she walked though the hallway and she heard her sister shuffling out of her bed. She threw what she was wearing in the dirty-clothes bin, and set her teal panties aside at the panty-rack. To avoid wetting herself, she made sure the water was hot before she stepped into the shower. The slightly soapy hot water felt heavenly running down her moderately tone frame. The sound, however was a challenge. It was regrettable, but she couldn't really relax like this. Having an accident was one thing, but not in the shower. Never, ever, in the shower. She repeatedly had to raise her left knee to squeeze herself whenever she got a little too relaxed. The running water made her need attack her in waves. Eventually, this got too uncomfortable. She quickly switched to pure water and grabbed a towel to dry herself. She checked her panties on the rack and, satisfied that they had finished cleaning themselves, wrapped the towel around herself and headed back to her room to pick out some clothes. When she was finished with this, Lea went down the stairs to and headed into the kitchen. She found her little sister at the table, glued to her chair and staring awkwardly at her food. "G'mornin' Dot, seen mom today?" "U-um.. she left for work already." Dorothene Turnstar had a pretty stiff posture to her this morning, and she still wasn't touching her food. Lea ignored it and started making breakfast for herself, rummaging through the kitchen shelves as she kept her legs locked together. "So, what were you playing yesterday? A new o-" *Pfrrt* A fairly unappealing odor wafted through the air, offending Lea's nostrils. She looked judgingly upon her sister. After an awkward, quiet pair of seconds, Dorothene defended herself. "I-I can't help it! I was holding it in all night and now there's so much pressure I can hardly stand it!" Lea kept her judging gaze upon her sister. "And you didn't need to go yesterday evening?" Lea's bread popped out of the toaster. Dorothene winced and put her hands under her butt. She protested:"I-I... It was a bad toilet time! I couldn't go then!" Lea sighed in defeat. Her sister had a tendency to get distracted by what she was doing and miss her toilet times. Finding her at home, playing videogames with one hand and holding herself with the other was not at all uncommon. She set her breakfast on the table and started eating. It was a strange sight, the two sisters sitting at the table in the morning. Dorothene wasn't eating, instead she cupped her clenched butt while red-faced and sweating. Lea was faring a little better, but not by much at this point. While drinking, she banged her legs together and wrapped them around each other under the table. Every once in a while, one of the girls would check their wrists hopefully. Dorothene was the first to move from her seat. A quick glance at the wrist, and she was off towards the bathroom, holding her bottom. Lea got a very strange feeling. She followed her sister to the toilet. From inside, she could hear a muffled "pffrt", "plop" and moan (The residential toilets are not completely sound-proof, unlike the others). She double checked the current time to confirm her fears. 7:57 Lea's bladder pulsed. This wasn't supposed to happen. She and Dot lived in the same house, the algorithm was supposed to make sure they wouldn't get morning toilet times this close together. You were given a little bit of flexibility with your toilet times; you were still let in if you were one or two minutes late. She doubted Dorothene would be finished quickly enough, though. She considered her options, then headed outside. It was still early, and people were getting their morning pees around now. The public toilets should not be very crowded. Lea headed for the one closest to her home in a hurry. Lea couldn't believe her eyes. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense. The line was about twenty annoyed-looking women and girls long. Twenty women was at least a half hour wait, maybe more. She'd be late for school. And while she had been keeping dry so far, she had assumed she'd get to pee very soon ever since she woke up. Her bladder was reaching it's limit, her muscles tiring. Maybe she could sneak a pee outside somewhere? However, before Lea was able to make a decision, Erisa exited the bathroom, saw her, then walked up to greet her. "Good morning! Are you on your way to school?" Lea gave her friend a strange look, then glanced toward the queue. "Oh! Yes, it seems some construction has been interfering with the residential toilets of a few buildings in this area since yesterday. I made sure to wake up early so I could make my morning pee today..." Lea was constructing a plan while on her way to the school with Erisa. She didn't want to admit she was going to find a secluded spot and pee in the open to her friend, not after Erisa's incredible determination yesterday. However, they did not start the day in the same class; Lea could sneak off and pee in the bushes when they separated. When they made it to the school area, Lea was at the brink. It felt as though the contents of her bladder was a millimeter away from her quivering girlhood. In front of Erisa, she didn't want to outwardly express her extreme urgency, which made her hold even harder to maintain. As they walked past the school gates, Lea scanned the area for a private location. To her dismay, it seemed like the place was unusually bustling and full of people. When they reached the intersection between A- and B-building, Lea readied herself to make a run for the bushes behind the former, the place Ceel had peed at yesterday. "Where are you going?" At this, Lea's body tensed up. It wasn't part of her plan. "I-I.. The first class of the day. We're i-in different buildings..?" "Nope! New schedule since we have Recent History now, remember?" Erisa grabbed Lea's hand and dragged her along towards B-Building. Lea was wracking her mind. Thrice now, her plans had been foiled at the last possible second. A horrible revelation hit her. She was running out of time. She was running out options. If she followed Erisa to class, she would pee herself before class ended, 100%. She couldn't think of a good excuse to go back outside, and she wasn't even sure she'd make it at this point, anyway. As they reached the chemistry lab, she suddenly thought of something that might save both her dignity, and her panties. "Umm, ah- actually, Ms. Lee asked me to go check on my-mine and Elsanova's Crystallarium. I'll see you later in class." She let go of Erisa's hand and hurried into the lab. When inside, she finally had the privacy required to properly hold herself. She quickly opened the cupboard closest to herself with her free hand, revealing sets of large beakers; the same type as the ones used for crystal growth. While making the necessary preparations, her bladder felt like a ticking time bomb. She wasn't sure she even had ten seconds. Raising her skirt, moving the front of her still-dry panties to the side, positioning the beaker between her lower lips. And then, she started peeing. It wasn't Ceel's laser-like fire hose. It wasn't Erisa's spurting and leaking. Lea's pee was extremely controlled, in fact, she was practically still holding; only letting the liquid out as fast as she absolutely had to. Still, she couldn't help but let out some stifled squeals and moans. It felt wonderful to finally let go. When the beaker was about three fourths full, she stopped. She still wasn't finished with her pee, but it was much more manageable now. She took some time to examine the results of her desperate solution. Flipping the beaker revealed a grave error on her part. The label read "Ceel and Fannya" Lea was horrified. She had ruined another group's science project! In her desperation, she had missed the transparent crystals growing on the inner surface of the beaker. But before she had any time to dwell on this, she observed the strangest thing. The amount of liquid in the beaker seemed to decrease in volume and color. The urine became clearer until it resembled water with a light yellow tint. Then, the clear crystals in the beaker changed. Their surface cracked and got a discoloration, like rust. The crystals then shedded their coat revealing the new form beneath. Yellow crystals. Urene. End of Planet of Desperation, part 1. An update where I explain the future of this series will be posted tomorrow. It seems something else is about to happen, too.
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  25. I think that's one kind of fun. Being forced to change back into wet clothes is also fun though. Especially if you're really desperate as you're doing it. Like, you just *can't* go until you get those pants on!
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  26. I only do re-wetting days when I'm sure I won't be bothered by others, much more fun when you don't even have to change out of your clothes, and can just wet anywhere.
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  27. Thats fine, more diverse classes are good too :) We need a dps too, we have healer and tank, plus sniper is one of the highest damage dps :P
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  28. No after shot unfortunately but this is one of the best pictures I got out of the hold I did today. Damn limey beat me. Limey, of all people.
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  29. Thank you for the feedback :) I'll keep the rest of the story to myself; you're right about the possibility of spoilers. I apologize for the next chapter taking so long for me to write. Hopefully you enjoy it when it comes out :)
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  30. Yes! Witch Mercy! Never had I seen such a better waifu.
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  31. When Sosha discovers that Alisha has a wet diaper, she has Alisha lay down on the living room floor to change her in this video. Alisha is busy working on her tablet when Sosha comes in to check if she is wet. At first, Alisha denies peeing, but once Sosha checks her diaper and feels how squishy it is Alisha admits that she may have tinkled just a little bit. To Sosha, it seems that Alisha has wet her diaper more than just a small amount, so she has Alisha lay down on the floor to be changed. The camera moves overhead as Sosha proceeds to change her friend. First helping Alisha out of the wet diaper, before wiping her clean. Once Alisha is all cleaned up, Sosha applies powder, followed by a clean, dry diaper. With Alisha now freshly changed, they head off to get a snack. WARNING: The following images show Alisha getting her wet diaper change, and thus include nudity. Proceed at your own risk-
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  32. Let's recap what happened last time. I had a shit day. Here's a preview of what's about to come: I continue having a shit day. I guess that's kinda obvious - I'm sat here in a wet skirt that's starting to smell. Of piss. Because I pissed myself. And me being me I tried to hold on as best I could because I didn't want to wet myself twice in the same day. Which means I held on with both hands until thee pee stopped running through my fingers. I won't go into detail about that right now though, you can read on for that. Chapter Two - Chapter one but continued Martha leads me back into the building, and once we're inside she leads me through the kitchen and into the staff-room. Each step I take squelches and leaves a wet footprint on the floor behind me. I can tell everyone in the kitchen is watching me, which makes me blush again. I try looking down, but the sight of my still warm pants just reminds me of what they're staring at, so instead I let Martha lead me by the hand into the staff room with my eyes closed and a couple tears running down my cheeks. "They all were looking, weren't they?" I ask as Martha shuts the door behind me. She nods at me. I stand in the middle of the staff room while Martha roots through a cupboard to find something. The staff room isn't massive - it's about ten metres long, and about three metres wide, and of course it seems smaller because of all the stuff piled in here that they couldn't put in the kitchen - things like spare boxes, draws, and the staff lockers, including mine. On the wall opposite the wall with the lockers is a cheap leather couch, and right infront of that is a folding plastic table with some discarded food packaging. While Martha roots about in the cupboard I squelch over to my locker and pull out my bag with the skirt inside. Of course I don't have spare underwear, socks or shoes because I hadn't planned on pissing myself today. All I have is a skirt. I pull the skirt and look back at Martha, who's set down a plastic sheet over the sofa. It's just the plastic from around a box of something or other, but it'll keep the seat clean. Martha points to it. "Want to sit down, wet-pants?" She asks me. I blush immediately. "T-thanks, Martha" I say to her, stepping over and sitting down, leaving my bag next to me. I lean forward and pull my shoes off, followed by my warm, wet socks. They're stained a shade of yellow that tells me I really ought to drink more, ironically. I flop them into my shoes and sit back on the sofa, stretching out my legs and wriggling my toes. It feels quite liberating being barefoot and sat down after being stood up all day, especially considering what's happened. By all day I mean from about seven until now - and now is about ten-thirty, but it feels way longer. I rest one leg over the other, and rest my head back on the sofa cushions. Martha takes a seat on folding chair in front of the lockers and smiles at me. "You look real comfy there" She says, titling her head to one side. I smirk. "Ha, I would be if I wasn't starting to get cold" I say to her, as the wet fabric clinging to me begins to go from warm to room temperature. I look down at them again to really assess the damage. The main wet patch is around my crotch, obviously. It sort of seems to have exploded out from my crotch, sideways over my thighs, about a foot in width at it's widest, making the inner edges of my pockets damp. Judging by how my backside feels, the wet patch behind me covers me cheek to cheek. The wet patch tapers down my thighs, before bowing outwards at my knees, then tapering down again the the leg-holes. I lift my feet up to get a better look at the ends of the legs. At the holes the wet patch seems to have become a complete circle. My feet glisten under the flickering light bulb. "So what now?" I ask Martha, hoping she'll know what to do. She shrugs. "I guess get changed" She says to me. "Unless you want to go home wet and cold, drawing looks from everyone" "I can't say I do" I admit. "All I have is the skirt though - no spare shoes or anything, and I'm not going barefoot" "Well, obviously" Martha says. "If I were you, I'd take everything wet off, then put on the skirt and shoes." "No underwear?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "When I'm wearing a skirt?" "Well, your underwear's wet" She reminds me. "Still, I'd rather have wet panties than no panties!" "But what if someone sees them?" "Martha - If someone's going to look up my skirt I'd rather they just saw underwear, no matter no wet it was" "But then people would think you wet yourself!" "I did wet myself!" I remind her - and with perfect timing. Right as I shout that out, Amber comes in, swinging the door open and letting the entire kitchen hear me. I feel myself go red again. Amber stands still for a moment with the door resting against her, looking at me, sort of stunned. "A-are you okay, Sarah?" She asks in her thick Scottish accent. "Me? Yeah, fine!" I answer, slapping my hands down on my thighs before I can remember what's on them. "Amazing, in fact, Amber - fucking amazing" "S-sorry, I was just asking" she says. I sit, staring at her, until she realises that she should shut the door. "What happened?" She asks. I raise an eyebrow. "It's not obvious, is it?" I ask her, my voice dripping with more sarcasm than my legs are dripping on the floor. "Sarah, don't take it out on Amber" Martha says to me. I lean back again and sigh. "You're right - sorry Amber" I say. "I've had a crap day. What's up, anyway?" "Erm, Jerry sent me down to collect you once you're ready to go back up" She explains, rolling all her 'r's. "A-are you ready yet?" I raise my eyebrow again, and I'm about to go off on one when Martha coughs and brings me back down. Amber seems to notice as she nods at me and leans against the wall. Amber's only been here a few weeks now - whereas I've been here going on two years. She's about twenty two, and she's quite small for her age. I don't think she's ever been into a pub and not had them ask for ID. She's got brunette wavy hair that falls over her shoulders, and a face full of freckles. Martha, by comparison, has flat blonde hair cut into a bob, she's just under thirty, and she has no freckles. She's also quite tall. I lift the skirt of the top of my bag and stand up, throwing one or two drips off my legs and onto the floor. I go to undo the button on my pants. As usual, the thing doesn't want to come off, and it doesn't help today that it's wet and slippery. I look back up at the two girls at the other end of the room. "Err, I'm gonna get changed, would you mind...?" "No - not at all!" Amber says, smiling. "You go ahead, we don't mind!" I wait for them to leave - Martha makes initial motions to get up and leave, but when she sees Amber standing still, beaming and waiting for me to get changed, she sits back down. Martha looks back at me, and I look back at the two girls. Martha looks confused as to what to do, Amber looks like she's genuinely trying her best to be friendly. "...Well could you?" I ask. Amber's eyes shoot open "Y-you want us to undress you?" She stutters. I rub my hand against my face. "I want you both to leave. So I can get changed." I explain. I can see the realisation physically impact her. She raises her eyebrows and nods slowly. "R-right, we'll go!" The two girls get up and leave, leaving me alone in the staff room with my wet pants and unmistakable odour of fresh urine. I fight with the button on my pants for half a minute before it finally comes undone, and then I let the pants fall down my legs into a wet heap around my feet. The now-cold stain makes me wince as it lands on me. I step out of the heap, one foot at a time, leaving wet foot prints on the blue-painted concrete floor. I've never taken my shoes off in here - I'm surprised at both how cold and how smooth the floor is! I do my best to stay on my tiptoes to keep off the floor. I hobble over to my sneakers and slide my feet in - they're really cold, so I take them back off and groan. I look around to see what to do, and as I look to my left I can see both Martha and Amber watching me through the door's window, gaping at my half-naked body. I sheepishly take a step back, out of their view. I decide to put my skirt on before I do anything else. I put one foot after the other through the skirt, pull it to my waist, and button it up so it hugs me around the waist. It goes just under halfway down my thighs, hiding a little bit of my still glistening skin. I tip-toe to the door and open it, gesturing for the other two to come back inside. "You ready now, Sarah?" Amber asks, with curiosity in her voice. I don't think she notices my bare feet, my wet pants in a heap on the floor, my still wet legs, or my unimpressed glare. "No, Amber, I am not." I say after a moments pause. She nods in an attempt to look understanding. I look to Martha who just shrugs. "Come on then, Sarah" Martha says to me. "Get your shoes on and lets get you back upstairs. "I...can't" "Why not?" Martha asks. "They're too cold" I tell her. She raises her eyebrows at me now. "Then put your socks on" "They're even colder" "I-I could run your socks under the hot tap for you" Amber suggests. "That would rinse the pi- the wee out of them, a-and it would make them warm for a while." I look to Martha, and we consider it. Martha shrugs. I do too. "Alright then, that'll work" I say. "I'll take them" Martha says, standing up and picking my socks off the floor. "I'm on break now anyway, I can spare the time to rinse some socks out" "Thanks, Martha" Martha heads out the staff room, leaving just me and Amber. I slump myself down onto the sofa. Then I stand up, take the wet plastic sheet off the sofa, put it in the bin, and sit back down. I pull a couple tissues from the table and start blotting my legs. The cheap tissues falls apart a little, occasionally leaving white specks as bits of tissue disintegrate and stick to me as they get wet. "S-so, you wet yourself, Sarah?" I look up at Amber, stood watching me cleaning my legs. I'm sure she can see straight down my skirt, which is making her blush. I try to position myself so she can't. "What gave it away?" I ask her. "Oh, Jerry told me." She says. "He said you spilt a bunch of tea, then you wet yourself." "That's more or less what happened." I admit. "Why did you do it? Why not use the loo?" "Amber, if I could have used the loo, I wouldn't of wet myself" "D'you mean you had an accident? You didn't do it on purpose?" "W-why would I do it on purpose?" I stutter, confused. "No! I couldn't hold it, and it just sort of came out" "Wow" Amber says. "I havnae done that since I was a wee one at school" "Wow." I say flatly. "Impressive." "I was about fourteen or so" She tells me, without waiting for me to show any interest. "The lunch bell has just gone, and we were heading back into our form rooms. I'd not been to the toilet, so I asked my teacher if I could go, and she said no so I went to my seat. Once form was over, we all got up to head to our next classes, except me - I stayed sat in my chair. When the teacher asked what was wrong I completely lost it and wee'd myself right in front of her" "Amber, could we talk about literally anything other than wetting ourselves? I'm still pretty humiliated by this whole thing" "Oh, sorry! There's no need to be upset Sarah, it could happen to anyone. "That's what the teacher said to me - I never believed her until today, when you-" "Amber. Stop it." I tell her. I'm really not in the mood for this. It's also making it worse to know that I'm the first person Amber saw wetting themselves in about ten years. We sit and wait in silence for a while, until Martha comes back in with a sock in her hand "Okay! First one done!" She says, triumphantly. "Now where's the other?" "What?" I ask. "The other sock, where is it?" "Martha, you're taking the piss right?" I ask. "Ha, I get it!" she says, chuckling. When she notices that there's no amusement on my face she promptly stops. "N-no, there's only the one sock..." "Martha, how do you lose a sock?" I ask. She shrugs at me. I make some noises that are attempts at words but none of them become anything. So I sigh and fall back in the chair. "Fine, I'll take one sock, thank you Martha". I slide the warm, mostly dry-ish sock on up my right leg, and then slide that leg into a shoe. Then I slide my other foot into the other shoe, wincing at the cold wet fabric. I look up at Martha, trying to pull a straight face as I wriggle my toes in an attempt to warm them up. They don't warm up, they just squish a little. "Shall I take you up to Jerry now?" Amber asks as I shove my wet pants into my bag, too exasperated to worry about the bag or its contents. I zip up the bag, look at Amber, and nod. I let her lead me out the staff room and through the kitchen - once again I can feel them all looking at me, and I blush. She leads me out the kitchen and into the shop floor, taking me straight to Jerry - who has taken my place at the coffee machine, while Gary mops up around him. He turns around and walks over to us while we walk to him. "What took you so long?" Jerry asks, immediately. "I sent you down about five minutes ago, Amber." "S-sorry, Mr Ford, she was getting changed." Amber tells him. Jerry looks at me and points to my one sock. "Where's the other?" He asks. "No idea" I tell him. "It just got lost" "How do you lose a - I-i-it doesn't matter. I want to talk to you, Sarah, come this way". Jerry starts walking toward his office, and me and Amber follow. When we reach his office door he turns around and frowns at Amber. "Not you Amber, you get back to work". "R-right, okay!" Amber stutters, before heading off. Jerry looks me up and down. I'm blushing, my leg is damp, and my white shoes are slightly yellowed. There's a subtle smell of pee coming out my bag. Or at least I hope it's my bag. Jerry sighs and leads me into the office. The office is a small room - it's barely a re-purposed cupboard, with a computer desk, computer, and two chairs. He sits down and pushes a bottle of water to me, gesturing at the chair. I take the chair and the water. I take a swig before he starts talking to me. "Right - Sarah. What happened today?" He asks. I look at him and sigh, leaning back in the chair. "It's just been a rough day, Je - Mr Ford." I tell him. "I woke up late, I missed two trains, I've cut myself, I've fallen over a couple times, and I didn't get any time to use the toilet." "So you used the coffee station instead?" He says. I blush. "W-well, I hadn't meant to...everything just got too much for me and I-" "I know how that ends, Sarah. You don't need to remind me." "A-am I fired?" I ask, getting ready to tear up again. "No, no you aren't" "But sir, I - w-what?" "You aren't fired, Sarah. This is your first issue in two years - just don't let it happen again, okay?" "R-right sir! T-thank you! No more wetting myself, r-right?!" I laugh, tearing up with relief. He gestures to my bottle and I take another drink - the water really helps cool me down. "I don't mean that bit, Sarah - I mean the bit where you arrived half an hour late, the bit where you kept making little mistakes, the bit where you threw a mans lunch at him, and then the bit where you spilt about half the coffee you put into cups" "Oh...that bit. I-it won't happen again, Mr Ford" "See that it doesn't." He says. "You can piss yourself all you want so long as you clean up." I raise an eyebrow. "That's a joke - don't wet yourself. Take the rest of the day off Sarah - but I want you on top form tomorrow." I thank Jerry and stand up, leaving his office and hoping I'm not leaving wet stains on his chair from my legs. If I am, he doesn't notice as he follows me out. I head over to the counter, while he heads to the kitchen. I pull my jacket out from under my wet clothes, regretting my previous lack of foresight, and put it on, stuffing the pants back in having learnt nothing from my slightly damp coat. "A coffee please, Gary!" I say, leaning against the counter. It's fairly quiet now - the rush for breakfast is over, so I don't need to wait. Gary turns around and looks at me. "Oh hey Sarah, you off?" he asks. I nod. "Yup - had a little accident, gonna go home and sleep until tomorrow happens." "Oh yeah - would that accident be the one I've just mopped up?" He asks. I blush again. "M-might have been. W-why?". He glares at me for a moment, then winks and smirks to show that he's not too bothered. "So, what coffee do you want?" "Erm, I'll take a, erm, mocha. Please." "Why go for an easy one right? One mocha on the way for you, Sarah" I've always liked Gary. He's forty-something, but he acts like he's still a teenager. He plays it up a lot, and most of the time it's pretty funny, and he means well. He's pretty tall, and he's got a Mohawk hair cut, and about three ear-rings in each ear. He's also really good at making coffees. He hands me one of our larger paper cups. "Are you sure you should be drinking so soon after an accident like that?" He asks, making me blush again. "Err, no...but I'll be home soon, Gary, it won't happen again, right?". He casts me a look that says I'm making a mistake. I cast him a look that says I really like mochas. "And water too?" Gary asks, pointing at the water bottle from Jerry in my other hand. "Are you trying to do that again?" "Oh, no! This is from Jerry!" I tell him. "A-and I'm not going to have another accident!". Another customer walks up to the counter and starts ordering from another cashier. "Sarah, after that incident, your bladder's going to be a lot weaker, (I notice the customer blush as he over-hears us) and on top of that, coffee is a diuretic. You sure you'll be fine?" "No. But I'll manage!" "That's on you, sweetie" He says to me. I smile at him and say goodbye, then leave. I rest my water bottle in my bag on top of my wet work-pants, and take a sip from my coffee. I almost spit it out because it's way too hot - I counter the heat with a swig from the water bottle. I make my way down to the train station, down the stairs, and toward the ticket gate. When I reach the ticket gate I notice something new on the notice boards. 'Accident on the monarch line - delays upward of half-an-hour'. Sod that - I'll get the bus. I take another drink from the bottle, then decide it's not worth carrying the bottle around all day - so I finish it, then throw it away in one of the bins. I climb back out the station onto the street level, and make my way to a bus stop. While I'm walking around, I can see people occasionally giving me a second glance, which I attribute to my one missing sock. I brush down my skirt to make sure it's not got stuck in my underwear - which is now distractingly cold - and I straighten my shirt and jacket. I guess it could be the slightly yellow shoes, but I'm assuming its the one sock. The one sock which is slightly see through, has been thoroughly rinsed, and is now getting very cold. Meanwhile my other foot has warmed up the wet shoe, making it strangely comfortable as it squishes slightly with each step. I reach the bus stop right as my bus pulls away. By now - eleven in the morning - most people are at work. So the only people around are unemployed, late, or tourists. Meaning a bus going in and out of town isn't very busy. That of course means my next bus won't be arriving for another half an hour. I slump myself onto the bus-stop bench and wait. This is going to be a long journey. *** About fifteen minutes in and I realise how true what Gary said was - I need the loo. Not badly, not anything I can't deal with, but I can feel my bladder filling gradually as a bottle of water makes its way through my system. I can manage though. I take another sip of my coffee - not too hot any more. On the one hand, it will fill my bladder quicker, on the other hand I don't want it to go cold before I drink it! *** Twenty minutes goes by. No bus. It has to be here soon though. Right? *** Forty minutes. Ten minutes over-due. The bus finally arrives, and I stand up and put my hand out to let the driver know I'm waiting. He slows down, pulls over, and lets me on. As I make my way to a seat, I realise just how much liquid is in a bottle of water, and a large mocha. When I reach my seat I cross one leg over the other. No one else is on the bus - just me and the driver. Still, I don't want him to see me - or the CCTV for that matter. I often wonder what kind of things show up on CCTV. I know for a fact that they must see a lot of drunks at night, there's probably a few accidents on film then! I'd imagine there's also a number of people that have been filmed with two hands in their crotches, trying not to rock side to side. Like I'm doing right now! God, I have to go so bad! I lean forward in an attempt to make it easier to hold - it just puts pressure on my bladder, so I lean back again. While I sit on the bus, it dawns on me that it's taken a good fifteen minutes to go through four bus-stops. Considering that there are thirty-two between Washington's and my flat, this is not a good pace. My bladder, in contrast to the bus, is filling at a breakneck pace. I'm tempted to let myself have another accident here on the bus. *** You know what? If the bus driver is going to have me sit on his bus for half an hour and only manage to go through ten stops, he deserves to clean up piss! And I am about to burst here! What on earth is taking him so long? I decide to find out. Not by doing anything crazy like asking the driver, but by pulling my phone out my jacket and searching the bus route. Car crash. An accident. Funnily enough, it was an accident that got me into this whole mess. I look around me. I'm on the top deck of the bus - no-one else is on. It's not likely anyone will be getting on soon, either....and my underwear is already wet - cold too. An idea begins forming... It's technically illegal to pee on a bus of course - it's property damage. And getting nude to pee on the bus is also indecent exposure - two crimes in one. But if someone wets themselves on the bus...if they have an accident, then it might not be punishable. If someone pees themselves on a bus then obviously they didn't mean to pee, right? Who would soak their clothes, leaving a wet patch, rather than wait? At least they tried to hold it right? Wondering where I'm going with this? Wonder no more! If I'm already wet from before - I'm not getting wetter if I wet myself again! Sarah, you are a genius! I'll act up how desperate I am for a little while, then I'll piss myself, and no-one will know it was on purpose! And considering that there's no-one else around, I can just change seats once I'm done, so no-one else would know it was me who made the mess! I start rocking back and forth exaggeratedly, really playing up the look that I'm desperate to pee. I check my phone for the time. It's almost twelve. Okay - I'll have my 'accident' at twelve or so! Five minutes in, and I'm really going for it! I'm tapping my feet, I'm drumming my fingers on my knees, I've got one leg wrapped around the other and I'm moaning softly every now and then. My bladder seems to be filling faster, almost in anticipation of finally letting it go! I check my phone again as the bus passes the halfway point. Five minutes left. If the bus keeps going at this pace, I'll wet myself soon anyway. So in that sense I'm just getting it out the way!. Okay - one minute left - now's the time to put my acting talents to use! I tap my feet louder, I moan, and I writhe in my chair. Okay, it's mostly acting at this point - some of it's genuine - I really do need to pee now. My bladder feels solid. How long left? Thirty seconds! Okay, time for the final phase! I lean forward in the chair, hands on my knees, with my knees apart and my toes pointed inwards...I'm really about to do it! My heart thumps as I build up the courage. Twenty seconds left! I'm so ready for this - the promise of sweet relief almost pushes me over the limit now! I strain my face to make it look genuine, and I moan again. Ten seconds! I start to relax my bladder! Nine! I can feel it coming! Eight - so close! Seven! The doors downstairs open. Six - I hear footsteps. I swear to god - don't you dare come upstairs! Five - I see a man's head appear as he starts coming up the stairs. Four - abort abort abort! Can't pee - he'll see me! Damn. After all that acting, I can't do it. This chap has come upstairs, and now he's sat on the seat to the side of me. Not next to me, of course, but the aisle to one side. Of all the places! If he sat even one seat forward I could get away with wetting myself - even if it meant sitting in my own mess until I had to get off! But no - he sits opposite me, where he would be able to see every single drip. I sigh, lean back in my chair, and look out the window, one of my hands firmly planted between my legs. "Excuse me!" I hear a very indignant voice from my left - it's the man who got on the bus. He's a rather well-to-do looking man, in his early sixties or so. "What do you think your doing? And on the bus of all places?" "I - erm, what?" "With your hand between your legs - have you no shame?" He frowns. I blush again, harder than before. "I, err, really need to use the toilet!" I explain to him. He almost recoils when I say that. "I - oh! I am so sorry, I thought you were doing something quite different" "...no, why would I do that?" "I know you sound shocked" He says. "But I've seen exactly that before, on this very bus. Some people have no shame" I don't know what to say to that, so I just sort of sit, mouth open in surprise. I don't think I've ever seen someone do that, but I've seen news articles from local papers of people getting caught. Why would you do that on a bus anyway? Peeing I can understand... Speaking of peeing, I am about to blow! My bladder is sorely disappointed that it isn't emptying itself into my underwear right now, and so am I. I show it by feeling a bit glum, my bladder shows it by aching, swelling, and by being an all-round pain. *** So as it happens, the old man from before got off the stop before mine. Luckily for me - we passed the accident on the road a few stops after he sat down, so I'm finally on the last stretch to my own stop. Of course now there are a number of people on the bus - peeing now is not an option. Not to worry though - as my stop draws into view, I stand up - nearly doubling over as my bladder screams at me - and make my way downstairs. As I step onto the floor off the stairs - nearly leaking with each step - the driver calls me over. "Hey - you!" He shouts. "Come here". Sheepishly, I walk over. He looks me up and down. "Turn around" He says. I don't know what to say, so I do. He looks me up and down again as I do. I turn back to face him. "W-what's wrong?" I ask, shifting my weight. "Did you pis- did you wet yourself up there?" "I - no! No, I didn't do that!" "I don't know if I believe you. If you have, you're on CCTV, and that is a crime, and you will be fined." Fuck. Thought it'd be okay if I went in my clothes. "What makes you think I did that?" I ask him. "Don't play coy - I saw you writhing about, then stop all of a sudden. If I go up there now, I'll find a puddle, won't I?" "N-no! I still have to pee really badly! C-can I go?" He glares at me. "No. Come up with me, now." He storms out the drivers cabin, then up the stairs, demanding I follow. Each step I take threatens to send me over the limit. He leads me up to my chair. "Right - touch that seat" He says, pointing. "W-why?" "Prove that it's clean" I look at him funnily. He doesn't seem to know that he's mad. I lean over, bending at the knees with my other hand still between my thighs, and tap the chair. Of course it's dry. I look at him, showing him my dry fingers. He frowns and pats the chair himself. Of course it's still dry. He stands up and looks at me. "You were thinking about it, weren't you" He accuses me. "N-no!" I lie. "Well, m-maybe...but I didn't in the end!" "...get off my bus." I hobble back down the stairs, feeling a definite heat appear in my underwear as I thump down each step. I reach the floor outside - and my luck being what it is - I land flat on my face again. As I pick myself up off the floor, I suddenly become very away of a trickling sound below me and a heat coming from inside my underwear - a leak! I slam one hand down, stopping it before it can gain too much speed, getting my hand wet and my skirt stained in the process. I growl as I stand up, brushing my hands off on my skirt. Only a ten minute walk until I get home. Walking is impossible! Each step sends shock waves up my body and into my bladder, which gets closer to bursting with each step. I hobble down the road, taking care not to walk too fast, without stopping still. If I stop now, I don't think I'll be able to keep walking! My bladder fills faster and faster, and by now I can see the bulge again. It's so full it hurts. I can't hold it anymore...I just have to concentrate on walking! Each step is intense now. I've finally reached my road, and my flat isn't too far away now. I lift up a foot, then place it forward. My bladder screams the whole way. I lift up my other foot and push it forward. I feel another sharp heat in my underwear... It's so hard to walk now that I'm hardly paying attention to where I'm going, and I nearly walk straight past my flat. And by walk, I mean hobble. Each step is impossible, and every now and then I dribble a single drop into my underwear. I turn to face the path to my front door. I moan loudly as my bladder begins to tense up. I don't have long! I pull the key out my jacket and then jam my hand back between my legs! I can do this! One leg forward. I manage it. My bladder begins to tense up as it reaches total capacity. I moan again. I drag my other leg forward, closing the gap between my legs. I push the first leg forward again. It hits something solid. The tiny step before the path. It's about four inches high - but my bladder won't permit moving my leg a whole four inches upward. I grit myself and brace. I heave the leg into the air and slam it down over the step. I make it! My bladder screams. I clench my eyes shut. My whole body tenses up. I shudder hard and moan. And then again, my bladder squeezes, I tense up, I shudder, and I pee as hard as I can. My bladder's had enough! The step is too much, and before I can even tell what's going on, my hands are coated with something hot and wet, as piss shoots out of me and into my skirt, which is held against my body by both my hands. I moan hard and try looking up - I can see my front door! Tears well up in my eyes, as my bladder continues to squirt out all it can. The stream is directed straight into my right fist, almost ignoring the fabric of my underwear entirely to shoot into and through my skirt. My skirt never stood a chance, of course. It soaks up pee like a sponge, creating a massive wet patch to explode around my crotch as hot gold piss floods into it. The key in my hand fares just as well - pee soaks through my fingers and over them. It's so warm! It's so damn warm! It shoots down my thighs, which are clenched together, making a valley where my legs touch, creating a powerful stream that shoots down through it before splattering loudly onto the floor, creating a rapidly expanding puddle. My one sock takes it's second wetting of the day much worst that the first - it's already damp from when Martha washed it, so rather than letting the pee soak in, pee instead runs through it rapidly, staining the whole thing pale yellow as piss runs down my leg and into my shoes again. My other leg doesn't have a sock to stain, luckily, and instead streaks of pee run down wherever they can. The larger streaks flow around the back of my thighs as my knees bend and my entire torso tenses up. It pours around me, catching in and around my knees, flicking off small streams that splatter to the ground, creating their own smaller puddles on my tiled pathway. I shudder again as everything courses out of me and hits the ground. I can feel myself moaning, but all I can hear is the hiss of my bladder forcing out every drip inside me, and the splatter of those drips around my feet. I feel myself beginning to loose balance, so I swing my soaked hands from between my legs and grasp onto the wall - throwing my keys aside as I do so. They clatter somewhere in the hedge, but I'm too busy relieving myself so hard I think I might pass out. As my bladder stops squeezing itself and I instead let it empty, I finally regain control of my body. It's not worth trying to stop the stream at this point - and so I let it all out. I clutch the wall - gasping for air - as the stream flowing out of me begins to slow down to a trickle. The fierce hiss begins to die down, and the powerful streaks down my legs slowly die down. I have never felt such a combination of relieve and exhaustion at the same time. I stand still for about five minutes as I try to get myself back to life, gasping for air as the last drips splash down into the massive puddle beneath me. When I finally recover my sock has gone cold already. My skirt clings to my form, and I might have pissed a hole through my underwear. Okay, obviously I haven't, but that felt like I could of cut through anything with the force that I pissed. I step out the puddle and scramble for my keys in the hedge, pretending to ignore the passers by who can see straight up my wet skirt. Right now, I wouldn't care if I was completely nude - I just want to get inside. And from there on I came inside - and that leaves me where I am now. Obviously since then I've carried myself over to my computer, booted it up, and type out all this. And now I need to pee again. My wet work pants are sat somewhere near the washer after I sort of threw them out my bag, I've kicked my shoes out into the back garden, and I'm about to peel off my one soaked sock...There we go, that's off. Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that. What a day it's been...I don't think I'll tell Gary about this - he can get really smug when he's right. I really can't be bothered getting up to use the toilet now...I'm just going to....ahh....okay, I don't need the loo any more. I do need to clean up though. See you all next time!
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  34. I have never worn latex pants, but I have worn plastic pants both during the day and night. I have a pair of bikini style plastic panties that I can wear over my normal underwear when I want to have a little wet fun in public. I can either go to a public toilet and wet through my normal panties then pull up my plastics which not only stops my jeans from getting wet, it gives me a chance to wear my peed in knickers for however long I want to wear them, without them drying out . That might be worth a try. I have also just sat in a café or somewhere with the same combination and slowly wet into my panties, its an amazingly scary experience but the warm wetness slowly seeping around my bum is a feeling to die for. I would be careful using latex and fully peeing in them, your pee has to go somewhere if you chose to sit down, but I can imagine them being the same as plastic so long as you didn't accidently flood them
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  35. Hi all, does anyone have this new Love Wetting video? (Licky Lex - Public wetting) I would have posted in the Love Wetting thread but it seems to have vanished (or I'm being blind).
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  36. Not sure if this file is already floating around on here, but I thought it was a rather interesting video and thus decided to upload here! Do close the topic if it turns out that it's already here - I just haven't seen it here. Japanese holding challenge - fails and wets panties multiple angles.mp4
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  37. short but very fine ;P Uppss... In der Hose gepinkelt mit Wunschfee3.mp4
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  38. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by Lynx189 (FA) Notorious mad scientist, Dr.Flokenstein, is taking out his naughty little puppy frustrations on his oh-so-willing Crux, his favorite little subby pet, and servant to the pup, Lynx. The experiment commences; forcing the she-beast into a specially made test suit, and fitted with a large bear-size diaper to protect from any unfortunate or even purposeful "accidents" she'd have. She could act like a real baby sometimes. .>/////@///<. Lynx knew it made her master happy. Led to the test lab, and locked with chain and collar, in case she were to get too nervous...she's use to it...Dr.Flo begins the injections, an experimental radioactive estrogen cocktail is pumped into her arm, to boost her hormones, improve her body, enlarge her breasts and thighs, and especially the pet's milk production...the female Crux could take a million times worse, her body was built for it...though she expresses a bit of panic on her face, she does see that it brings her pup pleasure, and in turn gives her a rush of excitement, especially with the new heavy feeling that was growing in her chest...that she knew Flo would soon be helping himself to later. >:3 She groans in lust, and happily releases into her plastic prison, knowing that she was being watched. Her big tail raises, the fabric quickly tightens around her diaper, as she unloads, soon sending the mess to the front of the pad...*squishy crinkles* Blushing as if her actions were some bizarre form of foreplay, the latex pulls and squeezes tightly around the mess of her raunchy diaper...the only thing really keeping her excretions sealed within the warmth and safety of her bear padding. Lynx turns her head back to see the deranged doctor, admiring her body, his handywork, with pleasure. The young feral's motherly traits begin to fill into their shape. The plastic crinkles, as her breasts and teats begin swelling to the extents of what their latex bra could allow, as milk production swirled inside her. Cruxy's rump, now full, could put a beautiful race horse's posterior to shame...She was ready... Lynx was greeted with a loving pet across her head, by her master, as she would soon be put to great use for his loving amusement... It isn't enough that this fierce and feral creature renders herself docile and obedient to her very tiny and pudgy padded master...it isn't enough that she takes him to her breast, every night his mother is away...and that she guards his treasure-hold, his diaper chamber. But however much she gives to him, this overly-willing creature, from a species that could easily dominate, if she had it in her......she prefers to serve and to love her master, and whatever crazy ideas the doctor has in store for her.....her breasts and booty could always be bigger. X3
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  39. Active means registered and validated; members that register but do not validate their e-mail address within 7 days are removed. Accounts which are disabled via deactivation or permanently banned are also not considered active. As of today, the total number of registrations is 129,778.
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  40. I've been wanting to try this tease for a while, and today I finally got round to it. I took the public option and I wore a pair of dark tight skinny jeans and converse shoes. In the first half of the tease (before pressing the "I'm bursting" button), it took a while for me to feel anything in my bladder at all, even though I'd had a few glasses of water. When I finally started to get desperate, I got to the bit where I had to put my hands under the shower. Then it asked me to look up on google if I could save water by peeing in the shower. By this time I was quite distracted by my desperation, so I just briefly googled it, found that you can, and waited for the next stage. I didn't know there would be a test afterwards! Of course I got the question wrong, so I was punished by having to leak into my clothes for two seconds... Oops. Serves me right for not following the instructions properly. Before long I was at the "I'm bursting" stage. I was pacing on the spot. So I pressed "I'm bursting", and selected Public. It asked me to fill my glass with pee, and drink another glass of water, which I did. After filling the glass with pee I felt much better, so I thought "this will be easy!" It definitely wasn't. I selected the most public option - I wanted a challenge and to take myself out of my comfort zone a bit - and it asked me to put a padlock on my jeans zipper. I love doing this, it was my favourite aspect of the public challenge. I love the way it presents me with two simple, unbending choices if I'm bursting to go... hold it, or wet myself. Can't hold it? Too bad, you're going in your pants. I looped the padlock through the zipper and onto the button, so I couldn't undo the zipper. Even better (worse?) these jeans are tight enough that I couldn't pull them down. I left the padlock key - my only route to relief other than wet pants - on my computer desk, and headed out. The public challenge had asked me to photograph various things in my town - four supermarkets, a church, a body of water and something my town is famous for. I got them all, but obviously I won't publish the photos here because I don't want the world to know where I live. Instead I'll talk about the journey. It also asked me to get a coffee to go, but there wasn't anywhere open nearby to get a coffee so I had an extra glass of water instead. When I set off my jeans were still damp from the two-second leak I'd had to do. I feel self-conscious enough walking around in public with such tight jeans on, and my visible wet patch made me even more nervous. To make matters worse, it was still daylight. However, one thing I've learned from my previous experience with public desperation and wetting is that people don't often look down at people's legs, so as long as you're not making a big show of checking yourself with your hand or looking down at your wet patch, people won't notice. So I just walked around town, at first slightly needing a pee, and got some photographs. By the time I'd reached the centre of town, I'd only got two supermarkets and a church, and my bladder was starting to fill up fast. My wet patch had dried by this point, but even though I thought I was okay after weeing into the cup, it turned out there was a LOT more fluid in the pipeline, and it was all headed directly to my bladder! I idly wondered if the inevitable puddle of water that would soon be around my feet could count as the "body of water", but thought better of it and photographed a canal. By the time I found the other two supermarkets and the famous town thing, I was really, really desperate. I'm usually all right if I can keep walking - it's when I stand still that I start to leak. But I was bursting, I had no way of unlocking my jeans, I was in a busy town and it wasn't yet dark. I was about 20 minutes walk from home, and I felt I was walking funny due to my desperation - not sure if that was visible to anyone. I badly wanted to nip into a pub or restaurant and use the loo, but the padlock under my belt pushing against my bladder was a constant reminder that I was trapped inside my tight jeans. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it all the way home without leaking, but I had to at least get out of the town centre. Luckily I did - I made it over the last main road before I got to a quiet residential street near where I live. I was still 10 minutes walk from home when I sprung a leak. Usually I'm quite good at holding as long as I'm walking, and I normally find it difficult to let go unless I'm standing still, so that shows how desperate I was. Here's a picture and video Spurting on the way home.mp4 I couldn't do anything about it, I just had to keep walking. I passed a few people, who didn't seem to notice anything. As I got within sight of home my bladder spurted again and my jeans got wetter. I wanted to flood myself as I approached, but I didn't, which is just as well, as a neighbour was walking past. As soon as I got home I closed the door behind me and rushed to the bathroom. I didn't have to time to unlock my jeans, so I just sat on the loo and peed through them, soaking my jeans and dripping into the bowl. Pretty sure I moaned quite loudly with relief, so I'm glad I'd closed my front door! Really good holding challenge, thanks for taking the time to make it!
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  41. Well I'm planning a bed wetting. In November, my company are sending me on a course and I have to spend a night away. I'm booked into a premier Inn in Warwickshire. Ive bought two king sized waterproof toweling bed sheets. I plan to use one as normal over their mattress and the other upside down encasing their duvet and blankets. That way I can even pee upwards and flood the bed. Clean up will be easy. Just bag the two bed sheets and no one will know that I ever peed in the bed. also it won't make any unfair additional work for their cleaning staff. It's a win win! I plan to drink water all day long and prepare a flushed bladder. Then drink all the way there...it's about a 2hr drive. I hope to stay up until about 22:00 and drink lots. Fall asleep with a full, but not too uncomfortable bladder. Hoping to wake like I've done many times before at home at about 04:00 in the morning with a very full and taught bladder. The type you have with associated pain if trying to bend or pick something off the floor...knee bouncingly full. I may just let some out to ease the pressure and go back to sleep, or I might just flood myself there and then, then go back to sleep. Anyhow either way sounds fun. I know by 07:00 when I need to get up...there will be more to warm the sheets again. Wish me luck.
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  42. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by The_Char_Char Our favorite baby dragon girl has taken to the air. Determined to spread her wings, and prove her loyalty to those who play her spinning drum. Flammie gracefully flies through the clouds, answering the call of her friends, whether she is truly prepared or not. The little dragon pup has still got a lot of leveling-up to do, before she's able to graduate to pull-ups...>w< And though it may be a little embarrassing, while on a path to save the world, to have a trusty dragon that's still in diapers....and furthermore, to be expected to change the big cutie, whenever the baby needs it....buuuuuut our heroes are able to overlook that, once the playful diapered beast gives them a ride on her back....she's a cheerful addition to the team ^^ Flammie (c) Secret of Mana
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  43. Photo as promised.
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  44. If you don’t ever have accidents, my first suggestion is to find some “clean” way of getting used to the feeling of weeing while laying down. The bath is the cleanest, you could also wear a diaper or similar urinary incontinence clothing and go in bed. The biggest thing about doing it on purpose is the mental and physical block - the first couple of times you wet yourself this way, it will take your body a while to respond to you. When you move onto wetting it properly, I’d suggest two big things - making sure the cleanup is easy, and that you’re comfortable all the while. A mattress protector is pretty much essential. I personally prefer to layer a couple of cloth covers on top. They reduce the plastic feeling of the protector, and fit in my washing machine lol. Beyond that, keep cosy, and try not to push or worry too much. It might take a couple attempts to be able to get in the moment, but relax, and enjoy it. It feels lovely ? I would suggest not thinking about reverting bedwetting into a thing you do accidentally, unless you are truly serious about it. From experience, it’s not fun - I’m personally never in the frame of mind to enjoy it in the morning, it’s cold and icky unless I actually woke up partway through my wee, and cleanup is horrible if you’re not prepared. If you want to try it anyway, all I can suggest is drinking a lot before you sleep, and perhaps also drinking some alcohol.
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  45. Another little addendum. Normally, I can get away with napping for an hour or two without wetting. I normally wear a pull-up anyway as a precaution. Today, unfortunately, I had too much to drink before I went to sleep, and ended up soaking my pull-up, leaking a few drops out the leg onto my sleep shirt. I didn't have the sensor on, but it was quite a heavy wetting, as my pull-up was swollen and sagging when I got up.
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  46. No way this thread is going to last unless it can be proven the horses consented.
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  47. oxy-omo-ron if I've ever seen one
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  48. I've had that happen a few times when I've really had to go. Usually if it happens, it is just a couple of squirts or just enough to wet my underware or a small spot on my jeans. One time my bladder gave out and one long squirt into my pants turned into a flood. My bladder just opened. I was peeing so hard it was literally spraying into my jeans. I had just gotten to the door of the toilet. I was almost done by that point. I just finished in my pants. If I really have to go and then I start peeing,I find it hard to stop.
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  49. This has happened to me a few times. Usually it happens at work when I'm super busy. By the time I realize I need to go I run to the bathroom and as soon as I shut the door, struggling as fast as I can to pull my pants down a little comes out. I've never had a full accident (at work), but a little squirt gets through. Enough to make my panties wet but not enough to show on my pants. Another time I'll tell the story about the time I lost control while clothes shopping.
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