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  1. Yeah no OP did not deserve the shitting on he got for this post, just for not having a prefix in the title. I'm quite ashamed of a lot of you. Added it for him, but really guys? Really? Give the poor fella a chance with his damn videos.
    11 points
  2. Newsflash: You won't suddenly spontaneously combust or catch The GayTM by accidentally viewing a dick for a few seconds. Grow up and don't harass someone for an innocent mistake.
    10 points
  3. Female uploads without the prefix? Nobody bats an eye. Male uploads without the prefix? Everybody loses their minds. But yeah, Jesus tap-dancing Christ, the amount of shit a dude who's doing nothing wrong and contributing to this site is getting for a small mistake.
    10 points
  4. Hi today i decided that i wanna wet my skinny jeans... so i just drink a lot of water and let's go in my jeans everytime i feel that i have to pee so here my pics now i have laundry to do
    6 points
  5. Is it annoying? Yeah a little. But TC clearly is new and doesn't seem to understand what's going on completely. We just gotta help out our newer members even if it takes them a little while. :)
    5 points
  6. That okay I not use to uploading videos on this site. I see it now it says male. I understand it makes it easier for people to see that it male. I had account a couple of years but never posted anything as far as videos and filmed pee videos.
    5 points
  7. There are four possible legal concerns- One is age. Even a depiction of a minor for sexual purposes is illegal. It doesn't matter if they are fully clothed or not, it could still be considered a sexual display. Even a depiction of a minor counts, no real minor ever needed be involved. This could mean drawings, scenes with adult actresses playing young girls, even possibly written accounts. Second concern is was consent fully given by the people in the video. Especially in Canada, people appearing in videos need to consent to how their image is being used. Canada doesn't give a photographer the same rights and freedoms to images they capture, if those images contain other people, if the other people haven't specifically consented. The case of the "Star Wars Kid" is a good example of this. However, even in the United States, with revenge porn laws, their could be issues if you are watching videos that a girl made just for her boyfriend, and never intended the world at large to see. Obscenity is the third concern, but shouldn't be a huge one for you. No court has ever ruled that simple pants wetting content is obscene. Some pissing content has been cited as a small part of what has made a video obscene, but these videos included hardcore group piss drinking and forced piss drinking scenes. Even then, it is only illegal to produce or traffic in obscene material, simply possessing it shouldn't be an issue. Fourth is copyright- Did you pirate your videos or where did they come from? Transporting pirated material across state and international borders is a crime, though I highly doubt any authorities would be at all interested in enforcing copyright laws when it comes to fetish porn. In short- As long as no one in your videos is underage, everyone consented to being in the videos and them being distributed, you got the videos from a reputable site, and you didn't pirate them, there shouldn't be any issue.
    4 points
  8. Thanks for information. I will email a moderator.
    4 points
  9. Is there a way I can edit and put male in title ?
    4 points
  10. I was out holding it a few hours long . I was super desperation holding it and needed to go bad. I didnt think I needed to go that bad. I was hurting holding it. VID_20170629_121213.mpg
    3 points
  11. Please do. Acknowledge you made a mistake here and move on. We do not need to keep spamming this thread with this unnecessary drama. I will put an end to it by force if I need to. Also, in the future, if a post is not labeled (or mislabeled), you can report it to us and we can add it in. It takes us literally two seconds. Not something to get explosive about.
    3 points
  12. HEY! WHAT'S THE IDEA OF POSTING MALE PISS WITHOUT LABELING IT MALE???????
    3 points
  13. Tuesday was Halloween as I am sure you are all aware. Usually around Halloween we go to a party at my friends Mum's house but as I mentioned in my last story we had a family crisis over the weekend so we didn't end up going. That plus every thing else that has gone on earlier this year and the other stuff still happening in our personal lives we hadn't really thought about costumes and had planned to just raid the costumes section of our wardrobe for something. Despite not going to that party we still had cause to dress up as we were having a Halloween event at our pub and wanted to look the part. The first part of the evening was a children's party with games and treats and prizes, all round family fun. Then after that we had a band playing for the evening. On Tuesday afternoon I looked through the back of the closet at what costumes I had there and as most of them were not really Halloweeny I decided to just go simple and go as a cat. I pulled out my black shiny catsuit and then rummaged around for the accessories to go with it. After showering I put on my catsuit and got Alice to come and draw on my make up (black eye shadow, whiskers etc) and once she had finished I did her make up for her. She was going as Sally Finkelstien and after I had drawn on her features she went to get dressed. I finished off my outfit with my tail, ears and a pair of black heels. Once we were ready we headed down to get set up and once 5 o'clock came and people started arriving we started the games and fun for the kids. Being a big kid myself I had a lot of fun playing the games and entertaining the kids. By half 7 we wound down and the families started heading out leaving those who had come to see the band. They had arrived shortly before and had set up and when it got to 8 o'clock they started their set and I got caught up in enjoying them and serving drinks. As the evening passed I sipped from a glass of wine between serving customers and before we knew it it was time for the band to finish. They played one last song and then began packing away their equipment. I looked at the time and saw it was quarter to 11, another hour or so and we could head home. After the band had finished the crowd thinned out leaving just the regulars and a few stragglers so at least I could take it easy now. I busied about restocking the fridges and serving customers as they came to the bar and in and among that I finished the bottle of wine Alice and I had been sharing. I thought about opening another one but then decided against it and poured myself half a cider instead. By quarter past 11 there were only a few people left in the pub so I started tidying up, wiping down tables and putting the chairs up on top of them ready to clean the floors in the morning. I looked around at the Halloween decorations and really couldn't be bothered taking them down now and decided to leave them until the following day. After finishing with the tables I took the glasses out of the dishwasher and was placing them back where they belonged under the bar when the last couple of people in the pub drank up and said there goodbyes. When I realized everyone had gone I threw the keys to Alice and told her to lock up whilst I cashed up and turned everything off. I finished off putting the glasses away and as I turned to the till to cash up I felt a sudden desperate urge to pee. I ignored it and carried on with what I was doing. I then realized I was quite desperate and then thought that half a bottle of wine, two halves of cider and a glass of lemonade might be blame. Not to mention it had been like 8 hours since I last pee'd. I thought I would finish off cashing up and then the use the bathroom before locking them up for the night. Between emptying the till and putting the money in the safe my mind had gone off my bladder and I completely forgot about needing to pee. When I came back upstairs Matt asked if we were ready and I said I was and grabbed my coat and bag and headed to the back door. I walked outside and waited for Matt and Alice. When he came out he said Alice had just nipped to the toilet. It was then I was reminded of my own need to visit the bathroom but really could not be bothered going back in. We would be home in ten minutes anyway. As Matt waited for Alice to come and lock up I wandered out of the beer garden and down the street to where the car was parked. I got in and as I sat down I thought to myself that Alice had had the right idea. Sitting down had put pressure on my bladder and made me really need to pee. It wasn’t helped by the fact the tight material of my catsuit had stretched across my bladder adding to the pressure. I sat waiting for the two of them squirming and wiggling as my need to pee increased now that I was focusing on it. At that moment I was around an 8 out of 10, busting for a pee but not too worried about holding it until we got home. Eventually they came down the street and got in the car and we headed for home. As we drove out of town and up the hill to our village we commented on how well the evening had gone and we laughed about some of the stuff that had happened. All the while I squirmed and resisted the urge to hold between my legs. We turned off onto the track that leads to our house and shortly after we pulled into our driveway and parked up. We got out and when Alice and I got to the door we waited for Matt who was taking some things out of the boot of the car to put in the garage. I stood stepping from foot to foot, the cold of the night air not helping with my now very desperate to pee. He came over and opened the door and we went inside. I pulled off my heels then went upstairs to our bedroom. I stood next to my bed dancing and squirming trying not to wet myself as I took off my tail and ears and threw them onto the bed. I walked over towards the en suite and sweet relief when I realised I had a problem. I could not reach the zip on the back of my suit, earlier on when I was getting ready Alice had zipped me up. I quickly changed course and went back downstairs. As I got to the bottom and headed for the kitchen Matt came in having been out in the garage. I asked him to unzip my suit and turned around. He walked up behind me and said “nope”. I squirmed and asked why and he said “because 1, you look super sexy in it and 2, the reason you are asking me is because you need to pee and you can’t undo it yourself”. I nodded and told him I was almost wetting myself and needed to get unzipped so I could go pee. He once again said no and told me he would much rather watch me squirm and struggle. I moaned and playfully said “fine then be like that”. I walked through into the back living room and found Alice sat removing her tights. I asked her if she could unzip me and turned around, dancing on the spot as I did so. She stood up and as she walked towards me Matt smiled at me and said “Alice, come here please”. She walked past me and stood next to him and he leaned down and whispered in her ear. A smile spread across her face and she said “yeahhh, no im not going to do that”. I squirmed harder emphasising that I was bursting for a wee and so close to losing it and causing a flood. I begged her to please unzip me and she walked forward. Matt suddenly growled “Alice….don’t you even think about touching that zip”. Hearing the domination in his voice and knowing that I was going to be left zipped up until I was forced to wet myself out of desperation made me quiver with arousal and I suddenly found myself enjoying him keeping me struggling. I squirmed for a little while longer. Holding myself between my legs and bobbing and dancing on the spot. After doing this for a few minutes I realised they were not going to allow me out of my suit to go and pee so why delay the inevitable, he hadn’t said I couldn’t pee. I spread my legs apart wide and with a sigh of relief I stopped holding back. A few dribbles escaped, then a slow stream started and got faster and faster until it was gushing out and going everywhere. The material of my suit made it streak down my legs without absorbing any of it. It just ran down the inside of my legs and came out all over the floor in a big puddle. I let my head fall back as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling. After my bladder had emptied the feeling of the wet material clinging to my skin felt amazing. Matt walked over to me and with a nod said “now I will unzip you”. I giggled as he pulled my zip down and watched me peel the wet clingy fabric off myself. When it was off I went and jumped in the shower and then went and helped Alice remove her make up before flopping into bed and enjoying the arousal that I was feeling from wetting myself.
    2 points
  14. We regularly play around but this is the first ever vid of her doing it... jeans shorts standing.mp4
    2 points
  15. Hi! I've been lurking around in here for a while but this is my first time sharing my experiences. English is not my mother tongue but i'll do my best. :) I've been into omorashi as long as I can remember. However I don't really enjoy full accidents but rather just letting a little out, just enough to damper my panties and leaving a wet spot. Yesterday I was at work and decided to have some fun. I work in a home for children with disabilities so I rarely sit down. I was wearing dark jogging pants and were pretty confident any leaks wouldn't show. When I got to work I started to fill up with coffee, continued with several glasses of water, starting to feel the need to go. Trying to chat normally with my colleagues I new I was soon gonna pee myself at work! Standing in front of the TV in the common room, pretending to fix something I relaxed and felt how my panties got really wet. It was a bit more than I hade planned, my entire crotch felt damp. Carefully I looked down but couldn't see anything so I let go of a bit more until I feel my jogging pants getting wet as well. I stopped and stood there shaking. My legs were trembling and my heart racing. I had peed myself at work! Feeling aroused and ashamed (I finished whatever I was doing and went to the toilet. My underwear where really wet! After finishing on the toilet I went back out. Again I started to fill up on water and coffee again and when my pants and underwear started to feel dry I was ready to have another "accident". During my shift I peed myself five-six times. The shame of peeing myself at work (even if no one noticed), the feeling of wet panties was really amazing! My first sharing but i hope you enjoyed it. :) I really enjoy this kind of "accidents" at work or in school and if you want me to have more accidents and share with you please let me know! :)
    2 points
  16. Hi all, this is another fictional story about something I wish my wife would do. As the sun touches the horizon we all meet at the front door for some trick-or-treating on Halloween night. My wife is bundled in several layers to keep warm. I am in jeans with long johns under and a coat. Our five year old daughter is dressed up all cute in her princess costume, energized and super excited. We step out the front door and I lock it behind us as our daughter bounces and gabs about all of the candy she's going to collect. We head off together and first start in our own neighborhood. "Trick or treat!" she says presenting her princess bag to the middle aged woman dressed as a bumble bee at the door. "Why aren't you just adorable?!?" the woman exclaims with a smile as she drops a couple pieces of candy into the bag. Our daughter smiles excitedly. "What do you say?" I chime in from a few feet back as our daughter turns to leave. "Oh, thank you!" she shouts over her shoulder in her tiny girl voice. "You're welcome!" the lady pronounces as she shuts the door. This process continued for nearly an hour and a half before we found ourselves quite far from home and in a slight predicament. By now the sun had gone down and the streets were illuminated by the street lamps placed just slightly too far apart, intermittent porch lights, ominous jack-o-lanterns in creepy decorated displays, and scattered glowing costume props. There was a slight mist in the air and the faint smell of popcorn. As our daughter approached the door of a house, my wife and I stood halfway up the driveway. She leaned to me and muttered in my ear "We should head back, I really need to pee." I responded quite casually with "ok, we'll start working our way that direction." Fifteen minutes later, my wife was bouncing slightly as we stood in another driveway. She asked me "How long until we get home? I don't know this neighborhood." I know it well. I frequently run or ride my bike around here. Doing some quick mental calculations I respond "Probably about 45 minutes. We're pretty far. Maybe 20 minutes if we don't stop at any more houses." My wife groaned "uhg." As our daughter walked toward us with a large grin and a heavy bag of candy, I instantly realized my opportunity. As we stood in the next driveway, I made the suggestion: "You should just pee your pants. No one will know and then you won't be aching to hold it." "No!" she said harshly as she shot me a dagger ridden glance. "You're wearing like twenty layers of pants and the outermost are waterproof snow pants, nobody will ever know!" She cocked her head and glared at me "Four layers. I'm only wearing four layers." I grabbed her butt to emphasize my next point: "Waterproof. And you don't want to make her quit early, look how much fun she's having!" Our daughter was again walking back toward us with her huge adorable grin holding her princess bag that looked like it might actually contain a princess as this point. We walked to the next house and this time we stood further down the driveway out of the porch light. "Fine, you win." my wife said as she conceded to my suggestion. "Ahhh....it's so warm....." I quickly hardened in my pants as I looked down and saw two glistening streams of pee flowing generously from the bottom of her pant legs, over her shoes, and onto the pavement. "Ahh...relief..." she said. I watched the pool around her feet slowly grow for a couple more seconds, then the streams died. Suddenly my wife nudged me. I looked up and saw our daughter walking down the driveway. We let her take the lead and headed down the sidewalk to the next house. As we walked my wife put her hand on my crotch and felt my hardness. I looked at her, she smiled and winked as she gave a gentle squeeze. We eyes shot past her and I instantly noticed a dark corner behind a bush and under a tree where we could-- my thoughts were interrupted as my wife quickly drew her hand back and I heard the pitter patter of children's footsteps in front of us. Another couple was standing at the base of the driveway we were approaching watching their two kids run up to the door. We stood next to them as our daughter sprinted to catch up. "Happy halloween!" the man said to us. We smiled feeling quite naughty at the thought of their unknowingness of our deeds. "Happy halloween!" I replied "How old are you kids?" I asked in an attempt to break from my usual introvert personality. We talked for a minute until our children returned to us, then we all moved on. Forty minutes passed and just as I had predicted, we were across the street from our neighborhood. Two more houses then we'd be done for the night. My pockets sagged as I had stuffed them with candy so that our daughter could fit more into her bag. As we stood at the base of the driveway, my wife muttered in my ear "I'm peeing again." My eyes jolted to her feet and again I hardened as I watched the beautiful liquid stream from both of her pant legs. "Ahhh...." she sighed in relief. The puddle she left was a bit smaller than last time, but it was no less exciting. My wife nudged me before the streams had died completely and we moved on to the last house. A few minutes later, we had crossed the street and were entering our own house. We all sat on the couch, my wife still wearing her wet pants, and quickly looked through all of the candy to make sure it was safe. We let our daughter have one piece, then put the rest in the a kitchen cupboard and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. "Can you help her out of her costume while I go get cleaned up?" my wife asked on the stairs. "Sure" I replied, though I longed to see and feel each layer of those pants she was wearing. I took our daughter into her room and helped her remove her dress. Underneath I discovered she had peed her pants as well at some point during trick-or-treating. Actually, judging from the stains, it looked like she had done it twice, one of them quite recently as her pants were still wet. I decided to not say anything about it and waited in the hall for her to dress herself for bed. She called me in and I tucked her into bed. In our bedroom I found my wife laying in bed. Slightly disappointed, I headed toward the bathroom to pee my jeans and then change, but then: "Hubby!" she said in a drawn out ,soft and flirtatious tone. Instantly recognizing what was going on, I changed course to the bed and yanked back the covers. She had removed all her shirts revealing her bright red lacy bra sensationally highlighting her large breasts. Her hands were plunged into her four layers of pants and, presumably, her panties. The many layers did a good job of masking her movements, but I could tell she was pleasing herself. My bladder was full and I was trying hard to pee myself, but I was already too hard and couldn't get any out. She looked down at the bulge on the front of my pants, then back into my eyes and winked. I smiled as I received the message and began to strip. Her breathing became heavier with each piece of clothing I removed. I stepped onto the bed and stood over her, straddling with my feet on either side of her legs. She stared at my long hard penis began to squirm as she shifted from simply touching to full masturbation. I bent down and slowly pulled off her first layer of pants. Below was a pair of gray sweatpants, disappointingly dry on the outside. I removed the sweatpants and was greeted warmly with black, pee soaked yoga pants, which I admired intimately. I removed them and found the grand prize: gray yoga pants with hardly a dry spot to be found. My penis throbbed as stared at the beautiful sight of my gorgeous sexy wife masturbating in pee soaked pants. I ran my hands over all of her wet areas. She moaned slightly as she neared climax. I watched intently with an almost overpowering desire to masturbate myself, but I kept my hands stuck to her pee like it was glue. Her body tensed and she fought hard to stifle her loud moaning as she orgasmed. I watched with satisfaction as her bliss began to calm. Quickly she ripped off her pants and panties. That was my cue. I got down between her legs and slid myself inside of her. The wrapped her arms around me and thrust her tongue into my mouth, muffling the moaning sounds she hadn't stopped making. I humped her vigorously. Soon, we were breathing too heavy to kiss. She tightly gripped the sheets next to her and a moment later she was moaning again as she reached a second climax. I kissed her intermittently to try to muffle her sexy sounds as she had now lost the control to stifle them herself. My turn to climax and I filled her with my seed. We laid in our sweat soaked bed, me still inside her, for a couple minutes before finally getting up to shower. We got in the shower together and my bladder finally got its relief: I peed on my wife's legs before we washed ourselves. It was a good night.
    2 points
  17. What does everyone feel about having a plus sized partner, or plus sized models in omo content? Personally I do like curvier ladies. There’s more to cuddle and their boobs tend to be bigger and bouncier than slimmer girls. Also I would be very happy to see larger models in desperation/wetting situations. I feel that society has become a little too obsessed with looking slim and this has led to emotional and physical damage in some people. As a further thought, I do have a bit of a fantasy about being pinned down on a bed by a larger sized girl. A bit of a bondage type thing going on there I think, and with a waterproof mattress cover all sorts of fun could be had.
    2 points
  18. On a good note, I am glad to see the dude is out of negative rep. And various things have been rectified.
    2 points
  19. Thank you for sharing ! (Don't worry I also forgot to mention my gender on my first upload !)
    2 points
  20. I'll let it go, but I'll have you know I'm letting karma do its work. Harassment on omorashi.org is not okay, and if I see something like the drama in this thread again from you again, you'll have more than downvotes to worry about. Warning shot fired. Same to you. Read the above. I'm happy to see the community rally around OP and be understanding. Its put me in a good mood, so just warning shots this time. But I reiterate. Harassment and drama are not welcome on this website and are not tolerated for any reason.
    2 points
  21. Seriously, that was way too over the top. If you don't like it fine but chill out, it was a simple mistake.
    2 points
  22. Rather than creating a whole thread to request a few images, I believe your request is best off in the pinned thread...
    2 points
  23. I don't think so. Porn sites have legal standards of their own, and so does this site, so as long as you're not forcing it on anyone, making it visible to anyone who might not want to see it, or visiting these sites when you should be working, it should be fine. Besides, as you said so many people look at sites like those, and there are movies featuring sexual content (including nudity), and, on rare occasion, omorashi, even if they aren't the main focus. Of course, the embarrassment factor won't likely change, and there are some people who might kinkshame, which is why I clear all my history related to my fetishes (including this site) as soon as I'm done there. I know, fetish anxiety can make you worry about things that might not be worth worrying about. Some of the questions I've asked have caused one user here to think I'm underage, when I'm not, just having fought and avoided my fetishes for years (a few of which were after I turned 18) and recently accepted them, and quite late in finding out more about that. (I'm even uncomfortable fantasizing about real people, when apparently it's not wrong to do so since so many people here do it) And I would die of embarrassment if anyone I knew in real life found out about even one of my fetishes
    2 points
  24. Come on members, threads don't need this kind of bickering. Thanks.
    2 points
  25. When I first discovered omo, I peed in my closet. That was an odd place for me at the time.
    2 points
  26. I like to show how long I can pee for. Some like to see how long people can pee for long.
    2 points
  27. Ely's art

    Wetting Astofolo. As you can see, I'm a fan of strong powerfull streams ! I went with a messy doodle style this time. I'll make an other version with a non-wetting ending later !
    2 points
  28. Zoey shifted position in her seat once again. The blonde 18 year old was starting to get quite uncomfortable. She really regretted not using the bathroom that morning. Today was too big a day for her to have to deal with bothersome bodily functions like going pee. "Zoey, what is wrong with you?" asked zoey's Mom,Kate, who was driving the car they both were in. Zoey thought about telling her mom the truth which was that she had not gotten to use the bathroom upon waking up that morning. It was now close to three hours since she had woken up and zoey was definitely feeling it. She very easily could have went before they left but her nerves had taken her over and she was simply too worried about getting ready and getting out of the house on time. "Nothing Mom, I'm fine" zoey timidly replied. Her mother very much so seemed angry and had seemd that way the whole morning. With that in mind, zoey thought it was better to just suffer in silence and not bother her Mother with a problem that someone her age quite simply shouldn't be having. "Then stop being so antsy. Your making me nervous" Kate replied. Kate did realize she probably was coming off as sort of a bitch at the moment. In all honestly, nothing zoey was doing was really bothering her at the moment. In fact, it was the opposite. Kate was extremely proud of her beautiful daughter. Today was the day she was making her first college visit. It really was quite overwhelming for Kate. It had seemed like just the other day when zoey was a baby. And now here she was visiting a college more than 4 hours away. It all just seemed too much. She allowed herself to look over at zoey while the road was clear ahead of her. Even in a lazy outfit such as black athletic shorts and a white tank top her daughter looked great. She couldn't help but think some of her daughters great looks came from herself who was also quite the looker when she was zoeys age. Kate still was quite attractive for her age but had indeed let herself go a little bit in the years after having zoey. With that said, there was one trait that zoey didn't take after her mother and that was her shyness. Zoey was very very shy and always had been. Kate had no idea where that came from as she herself was the complete opposite. Kate worried about her daughter away at college but thought it was necessary and maybe even would be beneficial in the long run for her daughter. Kate came back to reality as yet another bladder spasm came over her. Kate had been through a large Starbucks coffee since hey had left. That was close to three hours ago at this point. The coffee had also had its usual effect on Kate and she definitely did not just have to pee. Kate needed to go both #1 and #2 quite badly. Kate kicked herself for not stopping sooner. She was way to old to be going through this. Kate really wished she could hold herself through her black leggings but couldn't while driving. That thought did make her notice her daughter holding the crotch of her shorts. On top of that, her long tan legs were wrapped around eachother rather tightly. Poor zoey had never had to pee so bad in her life. She really was struggling. Something had to be done and fast. She was not going to make it to her visit without a bathroom trip. She turned to her Mom with the intention of telling her the predicament she was in. But when she saw her Mom she realized she looked distraught as well. Her usually composed mother had both of her theighs rapidly banging against eachother as well as a pained look on her face. Right away she knew her mom had to pee and bad. Zoey knew this was time for her to finally ask. "Mom, do you think we can stop soon? I actually need to go to the bathroom." Kate looked over at her daughter who was bouncing in her seat. "uh yea, sure honey. I'll stop at the next stop I see." Kate was very glad zoey brought the subject up and not herself. "I think there's one coming up soon. I saw a sign for one a while back" replied the obvious desperate 18 year old. "We both can use it." Just then Kate let out a fart. Kate was now sharing her daughters inability to sit still. She rapidly moved her butt around on the car seat in addition to violently shaking her legs. She wanted nothing more than to hold herself but she was driving and couldn't . She should have made Zoey drive. "Mom, do you have to poop? Zoey asked with as much of a laugh as she could manage giving the amount of pain she was feeling herself. "Yes zoey I have to poop. Now just look for that rest stop. Zoey was one step ahead of her Mom. Zoey now had her hands permanently stuffed in her crotch. To be continued .... This was my first attempt at fiction writing. Please let me know if anyone wants to hear more. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
    1 point
  29. another of my wetting today...since i have a bit privacy for enjoy my fetish i do it more often that i can!!! so today i decided to wet my pantyhose and my shorts and like always i will let the photos talk for me
    1 point
  30. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
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  31. This is a story that I had great pleasure in writing, that I hope others will enjoy. I posted it on Experience Project a few months ago, but thought it might be appropriate here as well. It's a bit long, but for me the most exciting thing is the desperation, so I tried to make it last as long as possible. Any feedback would be really appreciated. ---------- Megan moaned quietly to herself as she gazed longingly at the clock on her computer, willing the time to pass quicker. It was 4:20 in the afternoon, and she still had over an hour before her work day would finally come to an end. She crossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of her chair, absolutely bursting for a wee. With her pee right on the brink of squirting out, she glanced nervously round the office, her long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders as she flicked her head round. Thankfully the other girls were hard at work, so she took the opportunity to give herself a quick squeeze. Uncrossing her legs and grasping the fabric of her flowing knee length skirt, she pressed her fingertips into the folds of her fanny. For a few seconds, which was as long as she dared in such a public place, she began kneading her pussy, the sensation of her extreme need to pee waning slightly. She withdrew her hand and was still dry, but only just, her bulging bladder the source of a constant dull ache inside her abdomen. Megan worked for a small company that consisted of just 3 admin girls, and a handful of warehouse staff. She had arrived at work at 8:45 that morning, a little early, so flicked on the coffee percolator ready for the arrival of her co-workers, turned on her computer and logged in. Megan poured herself a coffee, and filled her water bottle from the water cooler, ready for the morning ahead. The company she worked for was in a temporary building while their regular office space was being renovated. She had worked for them for several years, and didn’t mind putting up with the disruption. All the basic needs were fulfilled, even if the temporary Portaloo the company had hired was a bit gross. Still, she could use it in an emergency, and with her regular coffee breaks, she was grateful for it no matter how dirty it was. The other girls arrived and the working day commenced, with the morning flying by in a blur of spreadsheets, ringing telephones and coffee breaks. Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch. While she wrapped up her telephone conversation, she sat cross legged, jiggling her ankles, suddenly realising how urgently she needed a pee. Once the phone was down, she stood up, stretched a little, and made her way towards the door, hoping there wasn’t already someone in the Portaloo. Stepping outside, she saw to her horror that the toilet had been sealed with bright yellow hazard tape. “Sorry love”, said a voice that startled her, “We’ve got a bit of a blockage.” It was the warehouse supervisor. “The toilet’s out of action for a few hours while we wait for the hire company to come and sort it. Hopefully some time this afternoon. I’ll come and let you know when it’s fixed.” Megan frowned and crossed her legs, the morning’s 3 cups of coffee and the contents of her water bottle pressing down on her pee hole, making a bid for freedom. Being a relatively shy girl, she had always had trouble admitting to anyone that she needed a pee, especially men, so with that in mind she thanked him without kicking up a fuss and shuffled back into the office, sitting back down at her desk. She felt her face flush red and distracted herself by eating her sandwiches with the smallest amount of drink to help them down. She realised she was going to be in trouble if they didn’t get the toilet fixed, and fast. The afternoon progressed and Megan’s situation worsened as the minutes ticked slowly by. 2pm came and went with no promise of a pee break, then 3, then 4. Thirsty, she chugged on her water bottle without thinking before catching herself and cursing. Where the hell was the Portaloo hire company? Didn’t they know it was an emergency? By 5pm, Megan was sitting at her desk hunched over, her left hand resting on her swollen bladder, her legs jiggling furiously up and down, desperately trying to hold back more wee than she had ever attempted to hold before. Her perfect breasts bobbed in time with her movements, nipples hard and protruding against her figure hugging shirt. The pressure was unbearable and her bladder felt rock hard to the touch. Even without standing up she could see the bulge protruding from her abdomen. She stared in vain at the screen, unable to concentrate, prickles of sweat forming on her brow and dripping down her face. She just had to squeeze her pussy again or it would all be over. Every last drop of pee would come hissing out into her knickers if she didn’t, and she couldn’t wet herself at work, the shame of it. With a panicked exp<b></b>ression, she glanced round again, hoping to God that nobody could see her. The other 2 girls were sat at their desks, both presumably nursing full bladders themselves. Although both of them had the luxury of peeing this morning before the toilet had got clogged up, it was still over 5 hours ago. Megan consoled herself with the thought that they both must be absolutely bursting as well. Satisfied, however, that neither of them could see what she was doing, she again took hold of the front of her skirt and pushed it hard against her pussy, her fingers digging deep between her lips and massaging her pee hole. She shuddered as a wave of desperation took over her squirming body, goose bumps forming over her skin. Her bladder ached for release, and her pussy contracted and pulsed in the effort to stop her wee from squirting out of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to keep her knickers dry all this time, but dry they were. She could feel herself coming to the very edge of her holding ability, the pee desperately straining against her muscles, but she held it in. Tears formed in her eyes and beads of sweat travelled down her face, but her knickers were still dry, all of her pee being contained, for now, inside her busting bladder. She was trembling from the effort, her vagina felt hot and moist against the fabric of her tight pink knickers. Her tummy strained against her waistband, her bladder filling to beyond the capacity of anything she’d experienced before. “Oh God I’m about to bust” she whimpered under her breath to no one in particular. To her surprise, Sarah, the girl sitting closest to her, replied “Me too babe. I’m in serious danger of wetting myself in my car on the way home tonight.” Megan hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation. It was all she could do to stop her pussy from dribbling into her knickers, but she had to at least acknowledge the fact that Sarah had spoken to her. Clenching her muscles as hard as she could, she removed her fingers from her straining lips and composed herself, colour rising in her cheeks at the thought of having to admit to someone how desperately she needed to pee. Half turning round in her chair, giving her the opportunity to cross her legs again, Megan said “I don’t think I can make it home. I haven't had a pee all day!” Subconsciously her hand caressed her bulging tummy and she winced as a spasm shot through her bladder and down into her genitals. “I know, I noticed you squirming.” Megan blushed a deeper shade of red suddenly realising someone had been aware of her plight. In fact, Sarah had been watching Megan, as she always did, admiring her shapely form. She loved working with her. She was funny, intelligent, and so very beautiful; all the things Sarah longed to be herself. “At least you don’t live very far away." encouraged Sarah, flashing her a smile. It was true, Megan lived just 10 minutes away on foot. She had never bothered taking her driving test so had to rely on public transport or the good nature of other people to ferry her around. Her journey to and from work, however, was invariably on foot, and she was dreading the walk, nursing her desperately swollen bladder, frantically trying to prevent her wee from spurting out and cascading down her gorgeous legs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, almost releasing a squirt into her knickers. Her bladder was truly at capacity, no more room for even the smallest of drops. “I’m going to wet myself on the way home, I know it” whispered Megan shakily, all sense of embarrassment having dissipated. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lift home, but when we get there you have to let me use your loo first. I don’t think I could stand hearing you pee, I’d wet myself for sure!” Weighing up her options, it sounded like a pretty good offer. It certainly sounded better than having to carry her heavy, distended bladder by foot. “OK, thanks.” The time was now 5:10, with just 20 minutes before they could finally go home and squirt their pent up wee into the toilet bowl. Megan fantasised about the relief, imagining inching down her knickers to her knees and sitting on the toilet, finally being able to relax. The feeling of release would be orgasmic, another pulse shooting through her bladder and into her clit at the thought. She caught herself before the idea went too far and she ended up peeing right where she was sitting. Oh God she had to wee! All her muscles were clenched, from her bum, to her tummy, to most importantly, her sphincter. She felt that if she relaxed even a tiny bit, it would all be over. The pee would come spurting out, spraying from her lips, soaking into the chair and around her bum before she could stop it. Turning back round to face her desk, she immediately uncrossed her legs and grabbed hold of herself, on the very edge of control. Could she last another 20 minutes? She just had to! In 20 minutes time, she would be on her way home and everything would be alright. She closed her eyes and pushed harder on her pussy, massaging her fingers back up against her pee hole. It was all she could do to breathe, every intake of breath forcing pressure down onto her bladder. Eyes closed, her whole world was focussed on her pussy lips and keeping her wee inside them. Kneading and sweating and bouncing in her chair, her tortured body was at its limit. She was biting her lip, her brow awash with droplets of sweat, her legs jerking furiously up and down as she fought for control. Suddenly her phone started to ring. In an instant her mind was lurched out of her daydream and back to reality. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and for the briefest of milliseconds a droplet of urine broke past her muscles. In that instant, she felt the first dribble of pee burst out of her bladder and travel down her urethra, just the smallest of trickles. In response, every muscle in her body immediately clenched, her pussy quivering in her attempt to keep her knickers dry. She could feel the trickle of pee moving down inside of her, on the brink of moistening her inner pussy lips. Then it broke free, growing into a small bead of urine at the end of her urethra, before finally dispersing into the folds of her vagina. It wasn't enough to dampen her knickers, just enough to make her pussy feel sticky and moist. She picked up the phone, crossing her legs, desperately trying to push her lips together to help hold back the flood. In a small, quivering voice, she managed to greet the caller, but wasn't really listening for their response. Instead, all her concentration was on her slippery wet vulva and her huge protruding bladder that was threatening to explode at any second. She pressed the phone harder against her ear to try and stop her hand from shaking, but it was no use. Her whole body trembling, without even a thought for her surroundings she jammed her free hand back into her slit. It was the only way to stop any more wee from seeping out of her. For a few moments she sat absolutely still, holding her breath, scared that even the smallest intake of air would force her clenched lips to part and spray hot urine into her underwear. She closed her eyes and repeated the same phrase over and over in her head, “Please don’t come out, please don’t come out!” After a few seconds and back in tenuous control of her muscles, she realised her caller had finished whatever it was they were saying, and it was now her turn to speak. A few awkward moments later, the only thing her addled mind could think to say was “I’m sorry, we’re experiencing a few problems at the moment.” That’s the understatement of the century, she thought. “Could you ring back tomorrow?” To her relief, although not the sort of relief she was really after, the disgruntled caller huffed and hung up. Quickly replacing her handset, she glanced back at the clock, her bladder tightening at the realisation that it was still only 5:15. With another 15 minutes before she could even begin to make her way home, it dawned on her that for the first time in her adult life, she might actually wet herself. Her mind raced, her thoughts swimming in an ocean of pee. Hunched over her desk, legs bobbing up and down, both hands pressing firmly into her moist fanny, the last scraps of dignity had been lost. She thought about running outside and ripping the tape from the Portaloo. She didn’t care that it was blocked or even overflowing, if she could just get inside and pull down her knickers, she’d finally be able to let her pee squirt out of her. She didn’t even care if it overflowed and ran over the floor, at least she wouldn’t be in agony any more, and at least her knickers would still be dry. A few minutes passed like this, thoughts of peeing in strange places passing through her mind. Every few moments a new thought with a new place, followed by the longest hiss of pee she’d ever released in her life. She thought about nothing but the feeling of relief, but couldn’t for even a second let her guard down. If she did, if she relaxed any of her muscles for even an instant, she knew she would have a full blown pissy accident. At 5:25, with only five minutes to wait, she started to panic. How was she going to stand up and not pee herself? She couldn’t walk to the car with her hand between her legs, not with all the warehouse workers ogling at her. She would have to try and compose herself. And once inside the car, could she refrain for spurting her hot urine all over the passenger seat? She tried to put it out of her mind and worry about it when she really had to. For now, she had another 5 minutes to deal with. Sarah could see Megan was in agony, but she couldn’t risk leaving the office even 5 minutes early. Her boss had given her several warnings already about time keeping, and her next warning could be the last. She simply couldn’t take the chance. She felt sorry for Megan, who was obviously in an extreme state of desperation, but at the same time she was enjoying the show. She could hear Megan breathing quickly and shallowly, occasionally gasping under her breath, just barely audible. Her chair rocked rapidly back and forth in response to her jiggling legs, squeaking like a hyperactive mouse where it needed oiling. The chair’s high back prevented Sarah from seeing exactly what Megan was doing, but she knew she must be right on the verge of springing a leak. If only Sarah knew how true that was, she might have taken pity and considered going back on their deal, letting her pee first once they arrived at Megan’s house. But being in a pretty uncomfortable state herself, she dismissed the notion. Besides, the idea of watching a fully grown woman wet herself was proving to be a turn on. She would make sure Megan upheld the deal, partly because she feared that hearing Megan releasing her pent up pee would make her lose control herself, but mainly because the notion of Megan wetting herself was arousing her very much indeed. Megan, feeling her control ebbing away, knew that drastic measures were the only way to keep the pee inside her. With tears in her eyes, she gingerly removed her hands from between her legs and scootched to the edge of her chair, leaning back slightly and letting her skirt ride up her legs a little. Her bladder was stinging and began contracting again, becoming agitated from her change of position. Quickly but carefully, she slid one of her hands up her bare inner thigh until she reached the fabric of her underwear. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was standing over her, she hooked her index finger around the crotch of her knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing her beautiful trembling pussy to the air. She thought about just letting a little out, but realised that she was still sitting on the back of her skirt. If she were to release, everything in view of her desperate lips would certainly get drenched - her chair, her skirt, her boots, the sockets under her desk the computer was plugged into. Damn it she had to do something! With her lips beginning to part, readying for an unstopable gush of wee that was about to come bursting out, there was only one thing she could think of to try and stop it. She just had to get her fingers directly pressing onto her urethra. She figured with the hole obstructed, it would be impossible for any wee to leak out. Without time to even consider her surroundings, she knew this was her last option. If this didn't work, her chair was going to get very wet, soaked by a seemingly endless stream of golden liquid that was on the brink of erupting from between her lips. Leaning back a little to get better access, she ran her middle finger up the length of her vagina, parting her lips, before firmly pressing on her trembling, exposed pee hole. Her body bucked as she accidentally brushed her clitoris, a wave of pleasure pulsing up through her body. Oh God that felt so good! She couldn't resist the temptation and moved her finger down, sliding it up into her aching vagina. Instinctively, her other hand came to rest on her bulging navel, gently caressing her hot throbbing bladder. Her pussy felt surprisingly wet, so wet she considered the possibility that she might have leaked without realising it. Dismissing the notion, she knew it was impossible. She would have felt it, wouldn't she? Sinking her finger to the knuckle and pushing her palm onto her clitoris, she began massaging the silky soft walls of her inner sanctum. It felt warm and tight around her finger as she clenched with all her might, desperately holding back the impending explosion of pee and slowly bringing herself back under control. Her muscles were taut and she was still unable to relax, but the pee was still being held inside her, contained in her bulging, desperate bladder. At this stage, that was all that mattered. She couldn't understand why her body was so turned on. Her bladder was throbbing incessantly, the pressure feeling like it was on the verge of tearing her apart, but her clitoris was hard and aroused, protruding from its silky hood. She couldn't resist the urge to stroke her wet fingertip over her engorged clit, its extreme sensitivity causing a pulse of pleasure to shoot up inside of her, making her bladder convulse and blurring the boundary between pleasure and pain. Her pussy muscles contracted and her clit pulsed, and in just a few brief seconds her pleasure reached heights that usually took hours of playing. Suddenly becoming aware that she was breathing heavily and noisily, she knew she couldn't allow herself to orgasm, not here with her colleagues just a few feet from her. If she did, she knew her bladder wouldn't be able to cope. Her pee would come hissing out at full force, parting her desperately clenched lips with the force of a pressure hose. She wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment and ridicule. She slowed her fingers to a stop, feeling that just a few more strokes of her wet glistening clit would take her past the point of no return. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in protest at the denial. It took all of her willpower to finally withdraw her finger from her aching hole, her vagina twitching as the sensation of her impending orgasm gradually faded. Oh God she had to pee! For a moment she sat still and tried to calm herself down, but without her fingers holding it back, her wee was again on the very edge of just spraying out. Clenching, she looked down at her abdomen and saw it was bulging noticably between her belly button and the top of her pubic hair, which lay just beneath the waistband of her skirt. Caressing the aching mound gently with her hand, she thought she looked at least 4 months pregnant. Pulling her knickers back over her salivating fanny lips, she slouched forward bending at the waist, trying to give her bladder as much room as possible. Her vagina was sopping and her knickers now clung to her folds, soaking up the fluids of her excitement. Her lips felt slippery, sliding against each other as she bobbed her legs up and down. "This is it, it's all over" she thought, “I really am about to wet myself.” Her tired muscles could take the strain no more. She felt weak and powerless to prevent the inevitable. With beads of sweat dripping down her face, strands of hair were now clinging to her forehead. Her whole body shook and her clenched lips trembled, the immence pressure in her bladder straining to be released. At the end of her tether, her thoughts once again returned to the moment of relief. She imagined what it would feel like to finally be free of the huge weight inside of her. To finally be able to squirt her pee somewhere, anywhere, even into her knickers seemed like a good option now. Absolutely desperate, nothing more left for her to try, she felt her lips straining to hold back, but loosing the battle. She felt them beginning to part, the inevitable eruption of hot golden wee just seconds away, losing the ability to fight it. Right on the brink, her pee about to begin its descent down her urethra, the words she'd been dying to hear all afternoon were finally uttered. "You ready to go home?" She clasped the muscles at the base of her bladder shut with all her strength, gritting her teeth. Sarah was standing over her, the hint of a smile on her face. “Wow, you look like you’re ready to pop!” Sarah joked, not realising just how close to the truth she was. Megan couldn’t speak but just nodded. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were wide like a cat in the headlights of a speeding car. Biting her lip to distract from the pain of her ballooning bladder, Megan clenched her pussy and bum muscles with all her might. Slowly rising from her chair, the effects of gravity pushed her heavy bladder down, a small moan making its way from her mouth before she could stop it. She realised that if she tried to stand up straight, her pee would start spurting out in a heartbeat. Instead, bending slightly at the waist, she carefully put on her coat and zipped it up, trying to hide her bladder bulge from enquiring eyes. Her shyness returning, she really didn’t want the others to know exactly how desperate her situation was. Unfortunately for her, the pockets in her jacket weren’t deep enough for her to reach her fanny, so holding herself surreptitiously was out of the question. She would have to try and hold back the flood with her muscles alone, but was seriously doubting her strength. For the first time since she was a child she prayed to God. However, even God wouldn’t be able to help her now. She was on her own. Making their way to the car park, Megan gingerly followed behind, trying to keep her footfalls as light as possible. Even the smallest of jolts sent spasms of pain shooting through her bladder, so she was as careful as she could be whilst still keeping up the pace. It really was going to be down to the wire, although now she was on the move, a renewed determination to hold it in had come over her. She knew, however, a delay of even just a few seconds could spell disaster for her tortured bladder. Finally they arrived at Sarah’s car. It was a nice sedan with large leather seats, certainly too nice to spray pee all inside it. As she stood next to the passenger door waiting for the lock to open, a renewed sense of urgency overcame her. Bending over and curtseying deeply, her right knee over her left, she squeezed as tightly as possible and held her breath, holding on to the car for support. Her fanny coming to the very brink of spewing her golden juices, she clenched, groaning and sweating under the strain, another droplet of urine dripping out and moistening her inner lips. The lock clicked and Megan swung open the door. Taking a moment to compose herself before she climbed in, she knew the following few minutes would be some of the most stressful of her life. Her bladder and genitals throbbed on every heartbeat. She had to hold back her pee at all costs while sat in the car, if it came out all over the seats Sarah would kill her. Getting in meant untwisting and parting her legs briefly. Although only for a few seconds, her hot throbbing pee hole felt suddenly exposed, all the external pressure being taken away. For those few seconds, all that lay between staying dry and spurting pee down her legs was her rapidly tiring sphincter muscle. As she slid herself into the seat, she knew she had to find a way of applying pressure to her lips without being too obvious. The seats were vast and her petite frame got lost in the expanse of expensive leather. Maybe, just maybe there would be enough room to bring up her foot and sit on it. It was her only real option apart from openly holding herself, and she was still too embarrassed to even contemplate that. Kicking off one of her boots, she very carefully positioned her foot. Tucking it up inside her skirt and under her bum, she could feel the damp crotch of her knickers against her heel. Grinding it hard against her fanny, she smoothed down her skirt, noticing that the position of her legs was causing it to ride up. In fact, the pink fabric of her knickers, clinging to her pussy, damp stain around the crotch, were plainly visible. She didn't know how long she could hold back the flood with just her heel, but it was better than nothing. Bringing her arms down she folded them in her lap in an attempt to hide her clammy camel toe. The engine was finally started and Megan buckled up holding the belt away from her abdomen, even the smallest of pressure threatening to make her explode. Although Sarah had been to Megan’s house before, it was over a year ago. Megan gave Sarah directions to refresh her memory, her voice quivering from her extreme desperation. She felt slightly dizzy, the full to bursting organ in her abdomen throbbing relentlessly. As the car pulled away, it was apparent to Sarah that Megan was truly busting. Were they pink knickers she was wearing? Although Sarah didn't consider herself a lesbian, she took a great deal of pleasure from beautiful women, and Megan especially. Having never had a sexual encounter with a woman, she didn't even really consider herself bisexual, but there was something about Megan that made her lust for her. For all the years they had worked together she had fantasised about her, admiring her exquisite beauty and dreaming of what lay beneath her perfectly pressed clothes. Looking at her now, seeing she was on the brink of a full blown accident, she felt incredibly turned on. The devil on her shoulder told her to enjoy the situation, moments like this didn't come along very often. However, the angel on the other made her feel ashamed. Megan was a friend in need, and she needed her help. Figuring she should probably get her home as quickly as possible, she pressed down the accelerator and sped away. Megan clutched the side of the passenger seat, being thrown off balance by the sudden acceleration, and let go of the seat belt. It snapped back against her aching fragile body and she whimpered in pain. Tears welling up, her eyes widened as she saw the rapidly approaching speed bump at the exit of the car park. She knew this was going to hurt but didn't have time to prepare. With her belt buckle pushing into her bladder, her pee was already on the verge of sizzling out from her desperate quivering lips. She braced herself for the bump by tensing every muscle in her body, just as the car lurched over it. The momentary feeling of weightlessness was too much for her poor desperate body to take. As the car plunged hard back to the ground, her bladder bounced mercilessly inside her abdomen. Contorting and warping in the same way a water balloon does when it hits something hard, no amount of clenching could stop the impending explosion. She felt her lips suddenly part, her fanny squirting a half second jet of golden wee into her knickers. The crotch of her underwear ballooned as her urine sprayed into them, seeping through and wetting her foot. The short hiss from her lips seemed to resonate around the car, but Sarah seemed not to notice. A small trickle followed the spurt, her urine dribbling through her trembling sphincter and seeping down her urethra, and out through her desperate aching hole. Megan sat bolt upright, pulling away the belt, grinding her pussy into her heel with all her might as she clamped off the dribble. Her knickers and her foot felt soaking, but in reality only about 2 tablespoons of wee had actually come out, certainly not enough to give her any degree of relief. Quite the opposite was true in fact. Her bladder was now a constant source of pain, full to the brim with litres of golden urine, aching more than ever for release. She closed her eyes, her whole world focused on her pee hole. She could do nothing but feel the pain of her wee racked bladder. pee assaulted her every sense; she could smell it in her nostrils; she could even taste it in the back of her mouth. Her skin prickled with sweat and she felt herself swoon as she forced her muscles to push back against the bulging mass of her bladder. She felt like her whole body was being engulfed in pee, swimming against a strong tide, almost drowning in it. “Sorry babe” Sarah said. “Don’t burst yet, you’ll be home in 2 minutes”. The way Sarah was driving, she really believed it. The tyres squealed as they tore round the corners, overtaking other motorists at every opportunity. It was Sarah’s turn to feel pangs of desperation, but nothing compared to poor Megan. Sarah’s thong was moist from arousal, but not a single drop of pee had leaked into it. Her bladder did, however, begin to twitch at the thought of Megan's loo drawing closer. Megan, on the other hand, was absolutely bursting, her aching muscles now feeling numb from the strain. Her sopping knickers adhered to every crease of her labia. When she thought Sarah wasn’t looking, she covertly wiped the pee from her foot and dried her hand on the side of her skirt. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her bladder gave up completely and the pee would spray out of her. There was a limit to every girl’s capacity, and she had reached that limit over an hour ago! Looking down she flushed with embarrassment as she realised the wet fabric of her knickers had become translucent. Every part of her cleanly shaven vagina could be seen clearly, her clitoris standing proud, throbbing like a drum in time with her heart. She could see her foot applying pressure to her opening, bunching the fabric up between her lips and into her pee fragranced slit. Sarah couldn't quite believe what she could see from the corner of her eye. Trying not to be too obvious, she turned her head slightly to get a better look. She had fantasised about it on countless of occasions in the past, but it was even better in the flesh. Her heart beat faster from excitement and her breathing became shallow. Megan's vagina was more beautiful in real life than it had even been in Sarah's fantasies. Thoughts of running her tongue up her gorgeous pee saturated fanny went through her mind. She imagined how it might taste, her mouth salivating at the thought. For the first time in her life she felt truly aroused. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past, and at the time she thought she had been happy. But looking at the stunningly gorgeous woman in her passenger seat, her perfectly formed pussy on show, she realised that men would never be able to satisfy her again. The remainder of the journey was rough. Megan was holding the belt away from her abdomen, stopping it from pressing and rupturing her bladder. The other hand clutched the door handle for stability, her knuckles turning white from her super tight grip. As she was being thrown around in her seat, she knew there was no way she could cover herself up, not until they slowed down. She felt her pee was again right on the threshold of squirting out, but knew if it did, Sarah would be able to see it coming right out of her trembling pussy. She had to hold on and clenched every muscle in her body, but couldn't stop another spurt from breaking free. Shooting out from between her lips, it squirted right through the fabric of her underwear, cascading over her foot and trickling down between her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes closed, all her energy and concentration focused on her bursting bladder. Realising they were nearing her street, Megan took a modicum of comfort from the fact that the agony would soon be over. As the car slowed, Megan moved her foot and composed herself, pulling down her skirt so she was no longer exposing herself to her friend. Bringing her leg up as far as she could without squishing her tummy, she quickly slid her boot back on in anticipation of getting out of the car. Sarah pulled into Megan’s driveway and killed the engine. Opening the doors, both girls gingerly pulled themselves from the car. Glancing back at the seat, there was a small wet dribble where Megan had been sitting. She wiped it away with her hand and hoped Sarah hadn't seen it. Megan felt on the verge of involuntary release, her bladder unable to adjust to her standing position. Her hand flew to her pussy, grasping and kneading to try and hold back the torrent inside of her. Ripping open her handbag, she fumbled for her door keys, dropping them on the floor. Just as she bent over to pick them up, her bum in the air, more wee squirted out, jetting straight through her knickers, spraying the back of her skirt. At the same time, a small dribble of amber urine began to snake down her inner thigh. “Come on Meg I’m busting!” Sarah said, standing on the doorstep with her legs crossed. Meg considered the irony of that statement. With a shaky hand Megan put the key in the lock and opened the door, stepping over the threshold and into her living room. Throwing her bag down and tearing off her coat, she caught sight of her glistening toilet standing proud at the top of the stairs. All she had to do was climb the steps and her agony would be over. OK, she hadn’t quite made it without a spurt or two, but she had done her absolute best, and now the agony would come to an end. The contents of her bladder pushed down hard against her lips, convulsing at the sight of the porcelain. In an instant, Sarah flew past her at the speed of lightening, sprinting up the stairs and slamming the door! “Wait! I can’t hold it!” Megan shouted in protest, but it was too late. Sarah was already tearing down her thong and relaxing her muscles. Megan whimpered as she was left standing in the middle of her living room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her pee bulge really did make her look pregnant. For the first time she noticed that even the waistband of her elasticated skirt was really digging into her, putting pressure on her distended navel. The bulge protruded at least 4 inches from the rest of her usually flat stomach. She stood there and caressed it, tears rolling down her face. All shame now out of the window, she lowered her skirt and slid it to the ground, kicking it to one side. She pee danced around the floor, hands pressing up on her throbbing quivering fanny with all her strength. Here she was, a grown woman, dancing around semi naked, all of her pent up pee about to burst out of her hole. "Please Sarah, I'm about to bust!" Megan cried, whimpering. Sarah, still sitting on the toilet, tried to relax. Although genuinely bursting, only the smallest of streams was dribbling from her snatch, trickling into the water. She had been afraid of this. Suffering from a condition that sometimes prevented her from peeing properly, it was made all the worse when she was forced to hold it until desperate. She breathed deeply, pushing on her locked bladder, but her stream stopped completely. She knew that eventually the rest would come, but it was a waiting game. She thought about poor, bursting Megan, suddenly feeling slightly bad that she had insisted on going first. But only slightly. Megan was beside herself with desperation, trying with every ounce of strength to not completely wet herself. She pushed her fingers harder into her lips, but didn’t have the strength to stop another small dribble from jetting out of her. "It's coming out! Please hurry up!" she sobbed. Her mind floating in an ocean of wee, she wasn’t thinking straight. She had to do something, anything, to stop any more from spraying out. As a last ditch attempt to contain it, she slid down her knickers, kicking them off, and perched on the sofa. Now completely naked from the waist down, she brought up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the cushion, adopting the same position women usually give birth in. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror, she could see every inch of her perfect young body. Her buttocks were trembling from the strain and her bladder bulged alarmingly. Her pussy glistened, a small bead of pee gliding down the folds of her wet lips, trickling down onto her bum. She could see her vagina clenching and unclenching, her lips moving up and down in unison as it happened. Her perineum was quivering visibly, the muscles squeezing back for all they were worth. In that instant, she was powerless to stop yet another hiss of hot pee from squirting out. She saw her lips part, the force ejecting the spray in an arc from her desperate fanny. It was just a half second shot, but with enough force to send the small stream though the air, breaking up into droplets as it flew before landing on the floor in a neat line. Her fingers once again touched the smooth folds of her pussy, parting her lips and pressing firmly, directly on her urethra. Her fanny was sopping wet, her fingers sliding to her urethra with ease. Her mind was a blur, only nonsensical thoughts zipping through. Feeling like she was going mad, her whole existence was now exclusively focussed on the engorged folds of her slippery vagina. She couldn't think and she could hardly breathe, she could only dream of relief, of wetting hard and fast into the porcelain bowl. Her eyes tearing up, the only thing stopping her from completely busting was the force of her fingers pressing up into her frantically desperate wee hole. Sarah breathed deeply and finally started to dribble again, wondering how Megan was holding up. She found herself fantasising about the poor desperate girl spraying urine into those pink knickers she saw earlier. Finally, her dribble became a trickle, which became a squirt, which became a steady hiss as her pee drained out of her. Maintaining a strong hissing stream, the relief was ecstasy as her bladder finally pushed the last few drops from her body. Wanting so badly to see what had happened to Megan, she was sure she would emerge from the toilet and see her standing in a pool of wee. Her heart jumped at the thought and her extreme arousal made her tremble. She longed to make love to Megan, to finally feel her silky pussy lips gliding over her tongue. As she tore the toilet roll and wiped her snatch, a string of love juice slurped from her desperately aroused lips. Megan felt as if she was having an out of body experience, all rational thoughts having ceased. Her pee racked body was desperate for release, but her fingers blocked her urethra preventing any squirts. She closed her eyes and let wee wash over her every thought and feeling, and started to embrace rather than fight it. Her bladder was pounding, as the bursting, stinging, orgasmic pain sent tingles to her clitoris on every heartbeat. She hadn’t even stroked her clit and she felt on the brink of a full body orgasm. She no longer even knew where she was, nor did she care. She had spent the whole day fighting back her body’s needs and urges, and she could fight no longer. She had to orgasm, and she had to pee, both needs no longer under her control. Subconsciously, she removed her fingers from her tender lips. The tension in her fraught body was reaching a peak. Without even needing to touch her engorged clitoris, she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life. The overwhelming feelings of desire and lust merged with the now sharp pain of her bladder, creating a pleasure so intense she thought she would black out. She felt her pussy begin to convulse and part, her inner labia lips now visible as her vaginal muscles shuddered and trembled. Sarah made her way out onto the landing as quietly as possible, hoping to delay Megan’s relief for just another few seconds. Slowly and quietly making her way down the stairs, her clitoris spontaneously convulsed at the sight of Megan and she nearly came right where she was standing. Primal instincts taking over, she could resist the call of Megan’s pussy no longer. As she approached, she saw Megan’s poor bulging bladder as she writhed around in desperation. Her legs were completely spread, her pussy lips fully parted and her throbbing clitoris stood proud and erect. Full to the brim with litres of hot golden pee, her bladder stuck out from her abdomen like a football. Her pussy lips shimmered in the light, wet and slippery, an enormous gush of wee about to erupt from between them. Sarah knelt down in front of the most beautiful girl she had ever met, her vagina just inches from her face. Moving in closer, her nose almost touching Megan’s folds, she could smell the sweet scent of fresh urine. She swooned as the aroma of her pussy filled her nostrils, washing over her soul. Megan’s bladder convulsed and contracted, desperately trying to push the pee out of her tortured body. Her sphincter was about to fail, the wee about to spray out with an unstoppable force. Sarah felt dizzy from arousal. Extending her tongue she began to lick at Megan’s lips, the salty juices slipping down her throat. Megan bucked in response, her body about to release and explode at the same time. Megan felt Sarah’s tongue caressing her lips, but didn’t care. Sharing this experience with someone could only make it better. Sarah’s tongue worked the folds of her pussy, sucking and teasing them, licking up the slippery lubrication from between her lips. She plunged her tongue deep into Megan’s vagina, drinking the love juices that were flowing like a stream. Moving up, as Sarah began to caress Megan’s clitoris, gently rolling it between her tongue and top teeth, Megan’s body bucked and writhed in ecstasy. The tension reached heights she never thought imaginable, the surge of an explosive orgasm reaching its crescendo, and hovering for what seemed like hours. The whole day of holding had accumulated to this moment, the moment of release, the moment of relief, the moment she had thought about over and over again. Her bladder contracted, her wee squeezing down on her weary sphincter, convulsing and trembling under the strain. Her body could take the torture no more. Droplets of wee started to leak past her muscles, entering her urethra. Her bladder screaming, her clitoris pounding, her body shook and bucked as the first wave of orgasm crashed down, a surge of pleasure riding up from her genitals into her abdomen, into every nerve in her body. Her bladder exploded as a rush of hot pee hissed from her pussy. The wee splashed into Sarah’s mouth and sizzled as it cascaded down her chin, flowing down her body and over her breasts, wetting her t shirt. Megan’s fanny squirted more and more as the stream grew stronger, hissing and sizzling from her delicate flaps. Convulsing, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body as her pent up wee flowed unrelentingly. Cupping her mouth around the length of Megan’s pussy, the urine squirted into Sarah’s mouth, filling her cheeks before sliding down her throat. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweetest liquid she had ever encountered, only just being able to swallow quick enough to keep up with the flow. Minutes later, Megan’s muscles started to relax. Her stream now a trickle, her body flopped back into the sofa. The most relaxed she’s been in her entire life, she smiled wide at the realisation of what had just happened. Her bladder felt tender and her clitoris even more so. Sarah removed her face from between Megan’s legs, her tongue licking up the last of Megan’s liquids. She moved up and lay beside her and they kissed passionately, tongues massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Megan could taste her own salty juices as saliva was exchanged between them. Wanting to repay the favour, Megan’s tongue moved down to Sarah’s chest. Kissing and caressing her, she licked up the spilt pee from Sarah’s body, sucking and tweaking her erect nipples in the process. Pulling down her leggings, she plunged her finger hard into Sarah’s pleading pussy and started to suck her clitoris. In a few short seconds, Sarah was having her own orgasm as she pushed harder into Megan’s face, her vagina pulsing and squirting as she ejaculated her come over Megan’s tongue. Both girls now at the point of exhaustion, they collapsed into each other’s arms and slept.
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  33. Tease wetting

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    A video where a girl teases about wetting her panties then does it.
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  34. i know what you mean, men dressed up is sexy as hell im also huge on dirty talk, and ive been wanting to try out different omo and abdl play idk if it counts as a fetish but i also love watching videos of men humping a pillow or their bed
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  35. I wasn't even mad. I just don't think telling me to have patience, especially with the way you added emphasis, when I was not even exhibiting impatient behavior, was not justified. Impatient would have been asking when the next chapter would be released. What I actually asked was why the releases stopped after the chapter you recently uploaded. Does that question strike you as impatient? Because if it does, there's something wrong with the way you're interpreting it. Whether you want to openly admit to this or not, telling me to have patience the way you did was a criticism. And it was, as I just finished explaining, an unwarranted criticism at that. I'm not mad at you, nor do I feel offended or want an apology - if something as small as this were enough to do anything more than annoy me, I would not be on the internet so much, frankly. I just want to convey to you why I feel you were in the wrong. Feel free to disagree with me - you're entitled to your own opinion and I will not try to convince you otherwise if you still don't see it my way. I'm satisfied just having explained it from my angle.
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  36. I was saying Despholder needs to tell of a dream of his.
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  37. Well, if you're gonna make him talk, you need to give a story too!
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  38. If this is an honest mistake then I am sorry I was so harsh.
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  39. Everyone else has already covered what I would have suggested, bar one thing - the actual final relaxation. When you’re looking to wet, make sure you have a clear mind. Doing it in the bath, shower or somewhere else with minimal cleanup removes that element from your mental block. Maybe also sit down for your first time - if you do have a bath, leaning against the non-tap end is good. And remember how harmless it is. Your clothes will wash. Your body will wash. You aren’t going to be poisoned or otherwise hurt. You’ll just enjoy a pleasant, temporary warming and wetting sensation. When you’re set up, and you’ve got a full bladder - desperation isn’t necessary, just be at a point where, normally, you would go for a wee and have no trouble doing it when you were on the loo. Regulate your breathing - if you’re nervous, you will breathe too quickly, which doesn’t help. Think of as little as possible, or if it helps, picture yourself somewhere where you would have no trouble weeing - the toilet, the sea, whatever you like. Perhaps closing your eyes to further clear your mind, slowly decelerate your breathing until each individual inhale and exhale is 2-3 seconds long (depending on what is comfortable). When you are ready, following an inhale for a couple of extra seconds, pause breathing and try to let your bladder go. If you start weeing, great, you can breathe again as you wet yourself. If not, exhale and repeat after your next inhale. You might feel your bits start to tingle a lot but not actually wee during a pause - this is good, you’re nearly there, just repeat the process again. Once you begin to urinate, you should have no trouble completing the process. Keep relaxed and enjoy the sensation however you choose to.
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  40. Thanks! Here's a compressed version for users with slower connections. tubshort.wmv
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  41. Unfortunately, my payment processor doesn't give me any straight forward way to offer a multi-site discount. Currently, I am using Verotel's user management platform, which only works on an individual site level when it comes to user management. To offer that kind of multi-site discount, I would have to create my own user management system from scratch. This might be something I do someday, but it will be a serious project. So far, I have focused my efforts mainly on content development.
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  42. yes really desperate now... a bit leak
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  43. Pike's Peak

    not really a sugggestion but what ages are the characters? We know Scott is nine now and I guess the other 2 guys are two, how old are the sisters?
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  44. Girlfriend wet her jeans Girlfriendwetjeans.mp4
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  45. I've been hearing from a few very vocal individuals lately about how sick they are of seeing Alisha in Goodnites. So, if that is you, and Alisha and Goodnites don't interest you, you probably aren't going to enjoy these pictures and should probably click away now. We are extremely excited to bring you these selfies sent to us straight from Alisha. These photos show Alisha wearing a pull-on style diaper and showing it off to the camera. She took the photos herself, using her phone, in her bathroom mirror. She starts out fully clothed, and in the first few images you can’t even tell she is wearing a diaper. As we progress through the photos, however, she gives us several teasing glimpses, ultimately undressing, so that the diaper is the only thing she has on.
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  46. 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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