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  1. since im at my parents home i cant wet myself like i want but today i wet my panties
    6 points
  2. I felt the first stirrings of my bladder as my friend and I moved another inch forward in the line for the ski lift. It was a few years back now and we had both decided to take a weekend trip to go skiing and catch up, since it had been awhile since we last saw each other. Day one, Friday evening, had been great. We’d sipped hot chocolate, laughed, skied, and generally enjoyed getting back up to speed with what was going on in each other’s lives. My usually weak and trouble-causing bladder had behaved all day and overall I was feeling really good about the trip. Now Saturday had arrived and with it the most brutal of weekend crowds. We had tried not to let it get us down, choosing more difficult and taller slopes to go down so fewer people would be present. While it gave us more time to talk it also meant long lines for everything. Long lines for getting our ski passes, long line for the ski lift, and most importantly, long line for the bathroom. I know the risks that come with being at high altitude, skiing, and not paying attention to how hydrated or hungry you were. So, as the responsible human being I thought I was, I made sure to drink plenty of water both during our lunch break and in between runs down the slopes. It started with a bottle of water as we checked in. I sipped on it in line for our pass, again when we sat down in the lounge to gear up, and again after I had slipped my gray snow pants up over my equally gray yoga pants. My packing had been done in somewhat of a rush so the panties I was wearing were an old, white pair, making them just a bit tighter than I normally wear mine. Honestly, it was a disaster waiting to happen. By the time we were done getting dressed up in all our gear I had finished that water bottle and started a new one. Another one was gone shortly after our first run down and so on and so forth until we get to where I began this story. In that god damn ski lift line. Typically, my bladder goes straight from “probably fine” to “you need to pee right now!” and I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to realize it had alerted me before it was urgent. The pleasant quality soon faded once I looked back and realized how far in line we were. There was no way I could step out of line to run to the bathroom. My only way out was through. We weren’t too far from the front anyway so I figured it would be fine. By the time we finally loaded onto the lift I was trying my best not to squirm. Eventually I gave up on that notion and began to wiggle in my seat as subtly as I could. Unfortunately, as anyone else who’s been skiing knows, ski lifts are often rickety at best and every move tends to jostle them. My constant fidgeting was causing the lift to swing just that bit more and it was enough to alert my friend to my situation. “You have to pee don’t you” she said, her voice teasing. “Maybe...” I blushed and looked away from her, suddenly finding the skiers to my right so very interesting. “I should have known,” she laughed, “you’ve got the bladder of a little kid and you’ve been sucking down water like a dying man in a desert all day.” “Oh fuck off! It’s not even that bad” I lied, stilling my motions. She shrugged, throwing her hands up in a gesture of surrender but the shit eating grin on her face didn’t go away. Without squirming my options were limited. I knew that the slope we planned to take was a long one so I decided to grit my teeth and try a new tactic of holding I rarely ever resorted to. I took a deep breath and released a tiny bit into my panties. I felt the fabric dampen a fraction and immediately shut off the flow in instinct but I braved myself again. I slowly let out super after spurt until my crotch was quite warm but I believed I kept it contained to my panties before shutting off the stream for good. After an initial intense wave that came from my bladder’s distress at being cut off, I found myself feeling better. I wasn’t completely better but it was enough for me to get down the slope. At least I hoped so, because there was no way I could release more without doing too much damage to my yoga pants to recover. We finally were off the ski lift and began our descent, my friend and I raced down rapidly and for a moment my need was forgotten. Right up until my ski got caught on something, causing me to wipe out hard. My friends and I had never concerned ourselves too much with wipeouts, although we probably should have. In our minds it was a part of the sport and the bumps and bruises just meant for good stories later. As such, my friend only shot me an apologetic grin, the worry disappearing from her face the minute I threw her a thumbs up. As I landed, however, I had felt my bladder release once more. I quickly clamped it off but not before feeling my crotch grow warmer again and, to my horror, my ass as well. I figured as long as I didn’t let any more escape and kept my snow pants on until we left, my pants would dry and my friend would be none the wiser. I finished the run, bladder momentarily switching out the alarm bells for just ever present tingles, and approached my friend. “I won’t lie to you, I expected you to wet yourself on the ski life or at the very least the slopes” she told me sheepishly. I scoffed, pretending to be offended to hide the fact that in a way she was right. “Yea I know, I know. You’re a grown woman and can handle your own bladder but don’t pretend it’s such a foreign idea. You’ve nearly wet yourself at least 3 times before when we’ve been hanging out.” I blushed at the memories of the times she’d been referring to. Distinctly recalling each episode until my bladder reminded me that think of times I’d left my panties damp or dripping was only worsening my current need. I guess my indignation and possibly my discomfort showed on my face because before I could respond my friend was waving me off. “Yea I know, you sure showed me. I think the bathroom is over there,” She pointed behind her and I nodded before walking over to join the line. I rounded the corner only to find the line was long, at least 10 people ahead of me. I groaned but, upon checking in with my bladder, found it still only tingled thanks to my leaking on the lift and the slope. I tried to recall how many stalls there were in the bathroom and nearly groaned again when I could only remember there being 2 or 3. Overall, I wasn’t too worried because really, 10 people wasn’t that many and my bladder was fine. The line seemed to move at a snail’s pace and I maintained my arrogance for awhile but with 7 people still ahead of me I began to grow nervous, shifting from side to side and biting my lower lip in concern. The line behind me had also grown long and while a few women appeared to be just as bad as I was, the majority seemed to be holding it together. I envied their strength as I went to unfasten my snow pants, hoping this would ease some of the pressure off my bladder and make it faster to remove them when my time finally came. Only 2 people ahead of me and I was right back to desperate. I was squirming, hand buried in my snow pants to grab my crotch as I shifted from side to side, bent at the waist. Finally I was next in line and as I heard a flush from one of the stalls I was equally in agony from the sound and relieved at what it signified. But then a young girl, couldn’t have been older than her last year of high school, raced from a few spots back to in front of me. She clearly was there to spectate and enjoy the lounge instead of ski, judging by her attire. She was wearing light wash jeans and a sweater, the classic snow bunny with her boots on but she was dancing as frantically as I am with a white knuckle grip on her crotch. “Please please please please let me go first!” She begged. I wanted so badly to tell her to go to hell and return to her spot in line so badly. As I opened my mouth to do exactly that I noticed first the tears in her eyes and then the slowly spreading wet stain spreading from her crotch. I bit back my harsh response and nodded, even as her developing accident made the likelihood of me joining her exponentially greater. She thanked me, rushing to the now open stall and ripping her pants and panties down. I could hear her sigh relief and the sound of a forceful streaming hitting the toilet bowl. I wanted to scream. I was happy I’d given the girl relief because she clearly had much more in her system than what had already been staining her jeans when she first pleaded with me, but my own bladder was leaking constantly now and the next stall had yet to open. I heard a flush and before I could react any other way my bladder decided that meant I must already be on the toilet. I was pissing myself. There was no way of sugar coating it and as the stall door opened and I rushed my way to the stall, my movements slow and clunky from my ski boots, part of me knew it was too late. While I had unbuttoned my snow pants I hadn’t unzipped them. As piss rushed its way into my leggings, straight through the soaked panties that clinged to me even more due to their initial tightness, my hands slipped and fumbled with the zipper. I pressed my forehead to the cold metal of the stall door as I eventually gave up. I pulled down my snow pants to assess the damage, noticing that the inside was glistening with my fluids and that per had polled in the bottom by my feet. My pants were unsalvageable. It was bad enough the material was such a light shade, a wet spot was inevitable. One of this magnitude? It was so obvious that I’m sure astronauts would have been able to peer down and see that I had soaked myself. The tightness of my panties had kept the piss trapped against me for longer than my panties usually would, so the stain rose far up my ass, nearly to my waistline. The front faired no better with a similar stain centering on my crotch. There was no bullshitting that I had sat in something. I had obviously and undeniably wet myself. The stain extended all the way down my legs in a long arch and I sighed. I used toilet paper to pat down my dripping panties, soaked leggings, and the insides of my snow pants as best I could before pulling everything back up and exiting the stall. In my embarrassment I had forgotten entirely about the line of other poor women, and the next desperate woman to race past me shot me a glare as she darted into stall I had just been occupying. I washed my hands and noticed in the mirror that right along the seam of my snow pants where my crotch was was a darker patch. My piss had leaked through the stitching to stain the section there. It was small, barely noticeable if one wasn’t looking for it, but it was enough to have me nervous. Embarassed but thinking I could at least avoid total humiliation since it would likely dry before we left, I rejoined my friend. “Better?” She asked, unaware of my plight. “Yea” I said tightly, my mind wandering briefly to the stain on my crotch. We skied awhile longer and I didn’t even look at, let alone drink, another bottle of water the whole time, worried about a repeat performance. Eventually we grew tired and decided it was time to go. Although I had enjoyed my time with my friend, despite the accident, I was ready to leave. My wet leggings and panties had long gone clammy and cold, and I was eager to change into dry clothes once I got home. We dusted the snow off our jackets and snow pants and kicked off our boots. I stood, unbuttoned my snow pants, unzipped them and had begun to pull them down when I froze, my leggings coming to light for the first time since my accident earlier. The entire time I’d been skiing I had assumed they would dry by now. I had no other game plan for getting out of this unnoticed. But faced with my crotch, bent over, snow pants halfway down my thighs, I had realized I was so very, very wrong. Sure, my leggings were no longer dripping, but that was about all that could said. The stain was no longer pitch black but it was still very dark and very visible and before I could even begin to formulate an excuse my friend looked over to me, curious as to why I had stopped replying to her in our conversation. “Oh shit.....” she muttered lowly, as a few others noticed and snickered as they passed by. I wanted to die on the spot, cheeks positively flaming. I knew there was no helping it as I pushed my snow pants the rest of the way down, revealing the full extent of the damage. “I thought you said you made it to the bathroom” my friend trailed off. “Technically I did. I was in a stall but, erm, I wet myself before I could get out of my snow pants” I sheepishly explain, looking anywhere but her. Most people simply avoided making eye contact with me without comment. We gathered our things and awkwardly made our way out the door and to our cars, my wet leggings on full display. It was the most humiliating walk of shame and my goodbye with my friend was awkward to say the least. We still talk and the story is behind us now. She never told anyone else and now it’s just something she teases me for and we laugh about. In the moment though? I wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
    4 points
  3. Cointreau!

    I love Cointreau. Many spirits are harsh, make your mixers taste wholly of alcohol. Not Cointreau. Cointreau makes your mixers taste of oranges. I might be under its effects right now. A whole bottle’s worth. Mixed with cola to produce a night I am likely to regre in the morning, lol. Excess drinking, of course, also means excess need for the toilet. I’ve been needing to go for a wee almost twice an hour. Anyway, the drink eventually hit me in other ways. I felt a tingle; the all-too-familiar desire to not quite make it to the toilet. It’s dark, people are indoors for the night with it being winter, and I hadn’t broken my 2018 wetting cherry. It was perfect. So, after my freshly-opened bottle of orange nectar was empty, and I had resigned myself to stopping the night’s alcohol intake, I wanted outside. Forgoing my shoes and toddling across the garden to the roadside across from the flat, in my knickers, tights, dress, and my fleece jacket for warmth, I assumed the position and sent the relevant signals to my bladder that the loo wasn’t necessary this time. The feeling was familiar and wonderful. I felt my muscles voluntarily weaken with a tingle. Then that minuscule patch of hot dampness tough my crotch, spreading and clasping around me. And the blood rushing to my face, causing a blush of minor embarrassment as I came to terms with what I was doing - in plain sight of anybody that was planning on walking by at half midnigt, lol. The relief was wonderful, and the warmth was bliss. Every part of me was fighting the cold nighttime air with warmth - not only from my wee, but from how it made me feel. After a short while, I knew things were finishing. Once a full stream turned into a lesser flow, meandering down my thighs. Kissing the mess I had left on the pavement goodbye, I walked back indoors, the streaks down my legs transitioning from warmth to cool. After I got indoors and locked the flat door, I peeled my tights and knickers off of myself slowly, tossing them onto my laundry pile followed by my dress. I congratulated myself on a successful “accident” appropriately, now out of risk of a public sighting, lol. And as I finish writing this, I remain, still a wee bit damp between tge thighs and still a little under the influence, needing to wipe myself down before I slip into something more sleep-appropriate. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/169522156422/after-a-lot-of-drinking-i-decided-to-spend-a
    4 points
  4. Well, for anyone who ever wondered whether medical diaper companies know about ABDLs and that some of their customers wear diapers for reasons other than medical need, here's the answer from the place where I buy most of my diapers: https://www.healthwick.ca/blog/the-elephant-in-the-room-abdls/ Just another reason to love this company (the free shipping over $50 and the increased range of cute print diapers are some of the others, oh and five free samples with every order!). Fellow Canadians, this is the place I buy my diapers ;) https://www.healthwick.ca/abdl Now that's bloody customer service! Rachel
    2 points
  5. No, I'm not holding anymore. Went from a 7 to 9 to 9.5 and started leaking badly, after a few seconds of trying to stop the trickle I lost control and flooded my chair. Oddly enough I was sitting here bottomless because I had taken off my wet shorts less than ten minutes later trying to upload my vid when a sharp urge hit me out of nowhere and I added to the wetness on the carpet. Couldn't believe how much I went the second time after wetting so much the first. InShot_20180110_141651229.mp4 VID_20180110_141305.mp4
    2 points
  6. Keep fluctuating from a 7 to a 9, feel like I'm about to go one second then it calms down and I regain control for a moment. Only a matter of time now before I can't fight one back and I start peeing because I doubt I'll be able to stop it once I start considering how desperate I am.
    2 points
  7. Try not to move right into fetishes with someone that you are flirting with, especially if its just flirting. Think of it as if you were flirting and then started talking about your pubic hair, its just not something you ought to be talking about that early. I've discussed omorashi with SO's when we had already had sex, were comfortable with each other naked, and usually when the topic of kinks came up.
    2 points
  8. View File Naked Bedwetting My girlfriend had to pee a little bit and I convinced her to let it go sitting in the bed. It was more pee than she thought and she really soaked my mattress. Only the preview is pixelated. The video isn't. Full HD - H264 - MP4 - 0:54 min Submitter Omo_You Submitted 01/08/2018 Category Bedwetting
    2 points
  9. Part 2! (Please remember, this is a reenactment, not an actual translation) As a true display of her holding prowess, other girl now sits on the table, legs spread. And as proof of her ability; not a single drop of urine has escaped her dominating hold. She really hasn't leaked at all... A-and I'm... Come on! I'm at my limit here! I want to cross my legs, I want to hold it! I-if she doesn't lose it soon, I- Shocked by her adversary's brazen nature, New Girl became momentarily distracted. Without her full attention, her tired muscles could not hold back the floor even a second longer. However! The final challenge yet remains for Other Girl. For at the end of these competitions, the winning lady must overcome the daunting victory lap. First the winner is allowed to let it out, but only for a scant second! A-Ah! I can't believe how good this feels, b-but! Then, they must keep themselves contained for five seconds of pure torment! Ooh! This feels like an e-eternity! It's only been two seconds...! I'm going to burst if I don't pee, right now! H-Hold it! Until finally, when the match winner finally gets their true relief; perhaps the ultimate trophy of them all! Ahhh...!
    2 points
  10. This happened in late september . I had agreed to meet some friends for dinner but as always I was running late and had to dress and put on make up quite quickly . As I didn't really need to go then I decided not to waste more time going to the bathroom , in retrospect that was a bad decision. It was still warm and I wanted to look cute so I wore a white sleeveless crop top and my tight high jeans. We had a great time at the fast food place and I drank not only a tall glas of coke but also some of my friend iced tea. The thing is no one wanted to go home so we decided to go to a park and drink. Me and another two friends got a vodka bottle and a big lemonade bottle and sat down at the park with the rest. The problem was that while sitting down you feel the urge to go quite muted , so three hours later when most of them wanted to go home we got up. At that time is when things went wrong , my blader decided that enough was enough and I needed to go pee. I would have gone in the park but I didnt have anything to clean myself with so I rejected the idea and decided to follow some of my less desperate friends to some bathrooms in the subway. Twenty minutes later we had said good bye to the rest and only four of us and an unfinished bottle of vodka remained. To my surprise though the subway bathrooms were closed because of the late hour , so my only hope was holding it in untill we got to a bar quite far away. So there we went , in the way though a male friend of mine (lets call him A) had a briliant idea. You see I had paid a bit more for the bottle and he was certain that we wouldn't be able to get in the bar with it , so I should get in a convenience store buy something and drink the rest. I was desperate but confident so stupid me agreed. A wasn't happy with making me drink it even though he knew I was desperate , he decided to take a break and my other two not so desperate friends agreed. So there I was sitting down sipping at my coke with vodka and trying not to wet myself . Twenty minutes later I had finished my drink and they decided it was apropiate to continue. I couldn't even hold myself straight by that point and at one point resorted to walk with my hands between my legs just to keep it in untill we arrived. That is when the night went from bad to worse. There was a security guy on the door and he asked us for our ID which we all had thankfully , but when I thought I could go to the bathroom he insisted on seeing our friends bags. I leaked a bit right there. The two of my other friends were quick and there was no problem , but A , well he waited to be the last and then painstakingly slowly oppened his bag little by little. The bathroom was so near but he was making all of us wait , making me wait ! Finally hand between my legs , tight jeans pressing my bladder we managed to get inside . I was going straight to the bathroom but behold, one of the other friends knew people there and he insisted on saying hello and introducing us . I leaked a bit more before the conversation was over , untill I had an opening to excuse myself I had to wait there squirming. So in the end I entered the bathroom and of course because nothing could go right for me someone was already in the stall. So there I was waiting , hunched over, hand bettween my legs , doing the pee dance and nearly crying. The other girl finally went out and I entered as fast as I could desperate to let it go . Thankfully I didnt wet my panties very much and my jeans remained dry, just for seconds though.
    2 points
  11. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
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  12. It’s 4pm on an extremely slow day at the garden centre where I work, and I’m bored out of my mind. There’s hardly anyone around, and I’m sitting on my own at the till, looking forward to going home when the store closes in 2 hours time. I shift in my seat, and feel a twinge in my bladder. I haven’t been to the toilet since I woke up at about 9am, and although I had chance to go at both lunchtime and my afternoon break, I just couldn’t be bothered. Although I kind of need to piss, I’m far from desperate, so I decide to just hold it for the time being. Just then, I get an idea. I stand up and walk over to the fridge where the soft drinks are, taking out a 500ml bottle of water. I open it as I sit back down, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid. I’m gonna make myself desperate to pee, as I quite like the feeling of holding a full bladder while trying not to give away to customers how desperate I am, and besides, it will give me something to think about for the next 2 boring hours. By 4.30pm I’ve finished off the bottle of water and already started on a second. Although I have to pee, I’m still fairly comfortable and looking forward to all the water I was drinking hitting my bladder. I’ve only served 1 or 2 customers in the past half an hour, a welcome distraction from boredom, and my cute coworker Kira stopped by to let me know that she’d be joining me on the tills a bit later just in case it got busier during the closing hour. Although Kira hasn’t worked here long, we’ve fast become quite good friends. She’s about a year younger than me, cute and curvy, with long blonde hair. I was looking forward to having somebody to talk to for the last hour of the day, not to mention someone to try and hide my desperation from when all the water reaches my bladder. 5pm, and by now I’m starting to get a bit more antsy, fidgeting about in my chair and bouncing my knees. I’ve finished my second bottle and my bladder is quickly starting to fill up with liquid. I think for a second. Should I go for a third bottle? I want to get desperate, but I don’t want to overdo it, and I’m already feeling a pretty strong urge to piss. As well as the 2 bottles of water, I remember drinking 2 cups of tea at lunchtime, as well as a can of coke on my afternoon break. But what the hell, I’m actually kind of thirsty despite the 2 bottles I’ve already finished, so I walk over to the fridge and grab another. As I walk back over to the till, I see Kira walking towards me from the other end of the store. She gives me a big smile. ‘Hey, finally somebody to talk to, I’m bored out of my mind here’ I say laughing. ‘Yeah I bet you are’ she says, before continuing. ‘I need to go over to the office first and sort something out, my wages were wrong so they need to work out how much they owe me. I’ll be back in a bit’. I say OK and watch her go, taking another sip of water, thinking about how desperate I’ll be when she gets back. 15 minutes later, no sign of Kira, and by now I’m absolutely bursting for a piss. I’ve finished the third bottle of water by now and already I’m starting to think it might have been a mistake. My bladder was already filling up pretty rapidly, but that extra bottle has made my body work overtime to get rid of the excess liquid, and my fairly full bladder is now getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Luckily, I haven’t had any customers in a while, so my steadily increasing fidgeting and squirming has gone unnoticed. I’m pretty turned on at my situation, as well as the knowledge that I’m gonna be REALLY desperate in a few minutes time as the third bottle of water hits my bladder, and my cock is bulging in my tight black work trousers. I glance round, and seeing nobody around, I reach down under the till and give my dick a quick squeeze, biting my lip for a second. ‘God, I have to pissssss’ I mutter softly under my breath. I sit and bounce my knees for a few more minutes, resting my hands over my cock, before deciding to get up and walk around for a while to give me something to do. I grit my teeth as I stand up slowly from my seat, adjusting myself so my erection isn’t as obvious. Now that I’m standing, I can feel the full weight of my bladder and I realise that my need for relief is much more urgent that I first realised. I pace slowly around the store for a few minutes, glancing at the entrance every so often to see if Kira is on her way back yet, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I stop in front of the drinks fridge, crossing my legs and tensing my thighs. Despite all the water I’ve been drinking, my mouth is quite dry already. I bite my lip. Do I risk another bottle? I decide to reach in and take one just in case, opening the cap and taking a sip almost automatically. At that moment, I hear footsteps, and I notice a woman walking towards the till area with a basket full of items. I bite my lip as I walk quickly back to the till, choosing to stand behind the chair instead of sitting down, in the hope that my desperate need for a piss (and rock hard cock) will be easier to hide. I glance up at her as she places her basket on the till. She’s slim and very attractive, probably in her mid to late 20s, with dark brown hair. ‘Hi’ she says, smiling at me. ‘Hi’ I reply, smiling back, trying not to let on how badly I need to piss. I begin ringing through her items, shifting my weight from foot to foot. ‘It’s really quiet today, where is everyone?’ She asks jokingly. ‘Yeah I know, I’ve been so bored this afternoon’. I reply, and she laughs. Just then, I notice one of the items doesn’t have a price tag on. ‘I just need to phone up to check the price of this’ I say, and walk over to the front desk to grab one of the one of the internal mobile phones we use to call members of staff. I walk back behind my chair and cross my legs as I dial the number for my manager Michelle, biting my lip as I wait for her to answer. I’m really dying for a piss now, my bladder steadily getting fuller and harder as the minutes pass. ‘Hello?’ she answers. I tell her about the item with no price on it, describing it over the phone, and she tells me to wait a minute while she looks up the price. I wait, trying not to fidget about too much, aware of the woman at the till watching me. After a minute or so, Michelle tells me the price. ‘Ok thanks’ I say, then I suddenly have an idea, and I start to blush. ‘Oh actually Michelle, one more thing. Is there anybody that can come and swap with me just for a couple of minutes’ I say, my voice slightly strained. She pauses for a second before answering. ‘Isn’t Kira with you?’ she asks. ‘No, she went to the office to sort out her wages and I haven’t seen her since then.’ Michelle sighs. ‘Ok, no sorry, there’s nobody else to send.’ I bite my lip before I reply. ‘Oh right. It’s just that I’m stuck on a till at the moment and I’m bursting for the toilet’ I say quietly. I bounce up and down on the spot slightly, and the cute woman at the till gives me a sympathetic smile. Michelle laughs. ‘Sorry you’ll just have to hold on until Kira gets back. I’m sure she won’t be much longer.’ I say Ok and put down the phone, extremely turned on at being told I’ll just have to wait, and the knowledge that this gorgeous woman knows how badly I need to piss. ‘Sorry about that’ I say shyly, my face flushed and my dick throbbing. ‘Oh it’s fine, really. It must be awful when you’re bursting for the loo and stuck here on the till. Are they sending somebody to relieve you?’ She asks kindly, watching me shift my weight from foot to foot and lean forward onto the back of the chair. ‘Yeah, she should be here by now though’ I say, biting my lip as I glance towards the entrance. ‘Ohh, do you think she’ll be much longer? I honestly don’t mind waiting here while you go to the loo, if you’re really desperate.’ I notice her looking at the empty water bottles next to the till. ‘That’s really nice of you, but I’m really not allowed to leave the till unattended. I’ll just have to wait’. She nods. ‘Aw, yeah I thought as much. Suppose you’ll just have to cross your legs’ she says laughing. I laugh and nod in agreement, reaching down to give my throbbing cock a quick squeeze, hidden behind the chair. I tell her the total and she pays in cash, and I’m so turned on that it’s difficult to keep my hands steady as I hand her the change. ‘Thanks a lot’ I say, as she takes her bag. ‘Thanks, I hope they don’t keep you waiting too long.’ she says smiling. ‘Yeah, I hope so too, bye!’ I say, my voice strained. ‘Bye’ she says laughing, and walks out towards the exit. It’s just past 5.30pm when Kira finally turns up. By now I’m constantly pacing the store, occasionally stopping to cross my legs or bend over slightly on the spot, hands pushing into my crotch. I haven’t had to serve any customers since the attractive brown-haired woman, which is lucky because I’d have a hard time hiding how desperately I need the toilet. Every so often, I’ll walk back to the till and stand behind my chair, leaning forward and giving my cock a long, hard squeeze. I’m absolutely frantic to piss by now, my bladder swollen and rock hard with all the bottles of water I’ve drank. Despite how turned on I am at being so achingly desperate, I’m starting to regret drinking so much water and by now will do anything to get to a toilet and relieve my throbbing bladder. I decide to sit down for a while, leaning forwards in my chair, one hand planted firmly between my legs squeezing my rock hard cock, jiggling my legs like crazy. Just then, a cheerful voice interrupts me. ‘Hi!’ Kira says from behind me as she walks towards the till, and I quickly let go of my dick, whipping my hand out from between my legs, starting to blush. She stands on the end of the till where the bags are, grinning at me. ‘Kira can you swap with me for like 2 minutes, I need the toilet SO bad.’ I say shyly, standing up and resting my hands over my lap to hide my bulging erection. As I move towards her she bites her lip and moves so that she’s blocking the way out of the till area, stopping me from getting past. ‘No’ she says, grinning up at me. ‘Oh c’mon, please. I’m really dying for a piss… I’ve been waiting for you to come and take over so I can go’. I say quietly, crossing my legs and pushing my hands down onto my cock. She glances down at my crotch for a second before meeting my pleading gaze. She smirks. ‘Well you’ll just have to wait a bit longer won’t you?’ she says slyly. Before I can say anything else, she reaches out and tickles my sides, making me gasp and squirm out of her grasp. ‘Aw, someone’s ticklish.’ she giggles, watching me bob on the spot. I bite my lip, my cock throbbing with arousal. ‘Ohh please just fucking let me past’ I say quietly. She laughs and shakes her head, and I see her looking over my shoulder. ‘There’s a customer coming’ she says, raising her eyebrows at me. I sigh and step back behind the chair, and as I glance up I see a cute blonde woman walking towards the till carrying a basket which is full to the brim. I bite my lip, giving my cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly before straightening up again. I glance at Kira and see her watching me, and she flashes me an innocent smile. ‘I hate you so much’ I say quietly, grinning at her. She laughs and sticks out her tongue. ‘Hi there’ the woman says brightly as she reaches to the till. ‘Hi’ I say, struggling to keep the strain out of my voice. I begin to ring through her items as fast as I can, fidgeting from foot to foot and occasionally bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet ever so slightly. My aching need for a piss is extremely distracting and I keep making errors, so despite my rushing it’s taking a while to ring through the woman’s items. I sigh in frustration as I type in a wrong price, quickly deleting it. ‘In a rush?’ the woman asks me, smiling as she notices my frustration. Before I can reply, Kira decides to embarrass me. ‘He’s bursting for a wee but I won’t let him go for one’ she says, grinning at me. The woman laughs. ‘Oh ok, I wondered why he was so fidgety.’ I start to blush, trying to concentrate on getting through the sale as quickly as possible so I can hurry to the toilet and relieve my throbbing bladder. Just then, I realise the last item doesn’t have a price tag on. I sigh loudly in frustration. ‘No price’ I say, handing the item to Kira. ‘Ohh right I know where these are, I’ll just go and quickly check.’ she says, walking around the corner towards the other end of the store. I watch her go, standing in an embarrassed silence. I blow air through my lips softly and bob up and down a couple of times, rubbing my hand gently over my rock hard bladder. ‘Do you need to go quite badly?’ the woman at the till asks quietly, watching me fidget around. I nod shyly, blushing harder. ‘Yeah… I’m really desperate. I wish I hadn’t drunk so much water earlier’ I say quietly. She laughs. ‘Oh dear, are those all yours?’ she says, gesturing towards the bottles at the side of the till. I bite my lip and nod. ‘Yeah, I was really thirsty earlier on.’ She laughs. ‘Oh god, you must be absolutely bursting. Do you think your manager will keep you waiting for much longer?’ I take a second to realise what she means. ‘Oh, no the girl that went to check a price isn’t my manager.’ I explain, crossing my legs tightly, leaning into the back of the chair, and the woman laughs. ‘Oh, it’s just that she mentioned not letting you go to the loo.’ I laugh shyly and bounce on the spot. ‘Oh right, yeah she’s just teasing me. Hopefully I’ll get to go in a couple of minutes.’ I glance up and see Kira walking back to the till. I meet her eye and bite my lip, my desperation clear in my expression. She flashes me a quick grin as she walks back round to the side of the till. She tells me the price and I finish the sale. The woman hands me her credit card. I bite my lip, realising that I’ll have to wait just a little bit longer, as the card machines are stupidly slow. I enter the amount and the woman enters her pin. The machine starts the painfully slow process of processing the card and printing the receipt. I sigh impatiently and turn to Kira. ‘Kira, please could you finish off the sale so I can go?’ I say, my voice pleading. ‘Go where?’ she asks innocently, raising her eyebrows, and the woman laughs. I bounce from foot to foot and grab my cock for a second, fighting the fierce urge to urinate. ‘The toilet.’ I say quietly. ‘Please.’ I add, my voice strained. She shakes her head. ‘No’ she says simply, grinning from ear to ear. I sigh in frustration and bite my lip, turning back to the machine to tear off the first receipt, and press the button to print off the customer copy. ‘I thought you were his manager at first, not letting him go to the loo’ the woman says laughing. Kira grins. ‘Oh no, I wish I was though. If I was his manager I’d have so much fun.’ she says, meeting my eye and giving me a cheeky smile. I don’t respond, instead I just focus on trying to stand still and keeping my hands off my cock as I tear off the receipt, handing it to the customer. ‘Thanks’ I say quietly as she takes her bag of items. ‘Thanks very much. I hope she lets you go to the loo soon’ she says, grinning at Kira. ‘Oh I’ve not decided yet, I think he can wait a bit longer.’ she says cheekily. The woman laughs and starts to walk out of the store. I watch her go, biting my lip. As soon as she’s out of sight, I rush forward and try to get out of the till area, but Kira’s too quick for me, and she quickly steps in front of me, blocking my path. ‘Oh my god MOVE, I need a fucking piss.’ I moan, trying to squeeze past her, but she pushes me back. She giggles as I bend over with my hands between my thighs. ‘I think you’re faking it, you’re probably just trying to get out of doing work.’ she says, folding her arms across her chest. I shake my head. ‘I’m not… seriously, I need to piss really fucking bad.’ I say desperately, straightening up and pushing my hands into my crotch to cover my bulging erection. I am totally frantic for relief by now, trying desperately not to piss myself in front of her, but so turned on I can barely keep my voice steady. She giggles. ‘Prove it.’ I look at her and bite my lip, bouncing from foot to foot. ‘Er, how?’. She steps towards me. ‘Think of something.’ I raise my eyebrows. ‘Like what? Kira just let me past...’ I plead, but she shakes her head. She takes another step towards me. ‘Think of something, or I’m not letting you out.’ she says, watching me closely with a smirk on her face. Just then, I get an idea. I bite my lip and glance around to check that there’s nobody about, and lift up my polo shirt, showing my waistband and stomach. ‘OK look how full my fucking bladder is, see? Can I please go for a piss now?’ I say quietly, my face red with embarrassment. She giggles as she looks down at my swollen bladder, bulging out against the tight waistband of my trousers. I’m holding my shirt up with one hand, and the other is resting over my crotch to hide my erection. I suddenly get a really, really desperate urge to piss, and I bite my lip, squeezing my cock tightly for a few seconds, moaning softly under my breath. Kira sees this and laughs at me. ‘Ok I believe you. Aw… look at you all desperate and holding yourself, you look like you’re gonna wee on the floor.’ ‘Oh god Kira just shut up and me past’ I say frantically, letting go of my shirt and trying to get past her. She steps aside to let me out, but just as I’m squeezing past her she reaches out and presses on my bladder, making me gasp in urgency. I reach down with both hands and squeeze my cock hard, bending over and moaning softly. She giggles and begins to tickle me relentlessly, and I desperately try to get past her, pushing her away with one hand while the other is wrapped tightly around my throbbing dick. ‘Gonna wet yourself?’ she asks playfully as I fight to squirm out of her grasp, her nails digging into my sides, her playful touch tormenting me and making my bladder throb worse than ever. ‘Ohhh I actually hate you’ I say laughing, trying to push her hands away. After a few seconds I get free and hurry out of the till area, walking quickly towards the staff toilets located at the other end of the store. ‘Try not to piss yourself.’ she says as I walk off, sticking her tongue out at me. I ignore her and bite my lip, focusing on holding on for just another minute. I can feel my rock hard bladder inside me, and I can’t wait to finally release all the liquid I’ve been holding for what feels like forever. On the way to the toilets I see my manager, Michelle, who smiles at me as I walk past. ‘Been to the loo yet?’ she asks, and I laugh and shake my head, stopping and crossing my legs, bending forwards slightly. ‘I’m going now, I’m really, really desperate.’ I say quickly, and she laughs. ‘Hurry up and go then! Before a customer asks you to help them’. I laugh and hurry past, biting my lip as I get closer and closer to relief. I turn the corner and hurry into the office where the staff toilet is located, my bladder throbbing. As I open the office door, I moan softly under my breath in pure frustration, briefly grabbing my aching cock. The door to the staff toilet is blocked by a ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign, and there’s two people queuing to get in. A curvy teenage girl named Jess who works in the cafe is at the front, bouncing up and down on the spot and dancing from foot to foot, and a young dark-haired woman called Kelly who works as a supervisor is standing behind her with her legs tightly crossed. I bite my lip and join the back of the queue, crossing my legs and resting my hands against the crotch of my trousers, wondering how long I’ll have to wait before I can finally relieve myself. Kelly turns to me and gives me a quick smile. ‘The cleaner’s in there, she said she won’t be long, just a couple of minutes at the most.’ I nod, trying to hide how desperately I need to piss. Jess turns round, her cheeks flushed. ‘I wish she’d hurry up, I really need a wee’ she says quietly, crossing her legs tightly and biting her lip. Kelly laughs. ‘And me, I’ve been bursting for the loo all afternoon.’ ‘Yeah same, I’ve been stuck on a till for ages, only just got a chance to go’ I say shyly, my voice strained, giving my cock another quick squeeze. After 2 minutes of standing in awkward silence, the cleaner finally comes out of the toilet and removes the sign, and Jess gratefully rushes inside. I shift from foot to foot anxiously, blowing air through my lips. I really, really have to piss, desperate to empty my rock hard bladder after holding on for so long. I bite my lip and squeeze my cock tightly, keeping an eye on Kelly to make sure she doesn’t look round. I consider asking her if I could go in front of her, but I’m way too embarrassed, and besides, she looks pretty desperate. She’s fidgeting around, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her lip. After another minute or so of waiting, she sighs in frustration, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. ‘Ohh, god I need a wee so bad’ she says quietly, crossing her legs again and folding her arms across her chest, looking longingly at the locked toilet door. I laugh sympathetically. ‘Yeah me too.’ If only she knew how close I was to leaking piss into my boxers. She leans forward and knocks on the toilet door. ‘Please hurry up Jess, we’re bursting out here’ she says anxiously. Just then, we hear the faint whir of the hand-dryer, and a few seconds later, Jess comes out the toilet with a big relieved smile on her face. ‘Sorry for knocking but I’m seriously about to wet myself’ Kelly says laughing, hurrying past her into the toilet. Jess laughs, gives me a quick smile and walks out the office, leaving me alone outside the locked toilet door. I bite my lip and unzip my work trousers, relieving some of the pressure on my swollen bladder. I moan quietly under my breath, grabbing my cock tightly through my boxers, bending forwards. ‘God I have to pisssssss’ I mutter, bouncing up and down in urgency. I really hope Kelly doesn’t take too long, as I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my trousers dry. I’m also turned on like crazy, my face flushed and my heart pounding, but longing to get into the toilet and finally have an extremely relieving piss. I begin to pace up and down the quiet office, hand still firmly wrapped around my cock. ‘Oh cmon cmon cmon’ I say quietly, desperately wishing Kelly would get out of the toilet. Suddenly, the office door opens, catching me by surprise, and I quickly take my hand off my cock. I glance round and see Michelle. I start to blush. Damn, I hope she didn’t see me pacing around, holding myself. She smiles at me as she enters. ‘Oh hi again, still waiting for the toilet?’ she says laughing. I nod, biting my lip. ‘Yeah, the cleaner was in there and there was a queue, I’ve been waiting forever’ I say desperately. She glances down and sees my open fly, then meets my eye and grins at me. ‘Sorry, I’m bursting’ I say shyly, crossing my legs and clasping my hands over my crotch. I blush harder, really embarrassed about my manager seeing me in this desperate state, with my fly undone and my hard cock bulging in my trousers. ‘It’s ok’ she says, laughing as she walks over to a desk in the corner of the office. I grit my teeth and start to bounce up and down, legs still crossed, squeezing my hard cock ever few seconds. I keep one eye on Michelle to make sure she doesn’t see me squirming, but she’s sitting at the desk doing paperwork and doesn’t pay me much attention. After another minute or so of waiting, I hear the familiar sound of the hand-dryer. My swollen bladder is throbbing, the pressure making me moan softly under my breath. I’m constantly squeezing my dick to help me hold on. I bend forwards, gritting my teeth. I can’t remember the last time I had to piss this badly, and the only thing I want more than anything in the world is to get inside the toilet and relieve myself with a long, hard piss. ‘Ohh c’mon please hurry up’ I moan quietly, stamping my foot on the floor in frustration. Michelle turns around, laughing at my obvious desperation. ‘Who’s in there?’ she asks, grinning. ‘Kelly’ I say quietly, leaning back against the wall and crossing my legs tightly, trying not to fidget too much now Michelle is watching me. She laughs. ‘You’ve got ages to wait yet, she’s probably gonna take forever fixing her make-up or something’. I sigh in frustration, bouncing on the spot. ‘Oh god, I hope not’ I say, eyes fixed on the toilet door, willing Kelly to open it so I can get in and piss. Two minutes later, and Kelly still isn’t out. I’m bent over, one hand squeezing my cock, the other resting against the wall, bouncing frantically up and down on the balls of my feet with my legs tightly crossed. I’m regretting drinking all that water, because although I’m turned on, I’m right on the brink of wetting myself in front of my manager. Suddenly, I lose control for a second, and a hot spurt of pee leaks into my boxers. I gasp, squeezing my cock frantically to stop the flow. ‘Told you she’d take ages’ Michelle says, glancing around at me, watching me hold myself. Trying to ignore Michelle, I moan softly and knock quietly on the toilet door. ‘Just a second!’ Kelly shouts from inside. ‘Kelly please can you hurry up, I’m so desperate for the toilet’ I say urgently, my voice strained. I know that I have less than a minute before I lose control completely and soak my work trousers, making a puddle on the office floor, and I know I’d never live it down. I step back from the door and thrust both hands between my legs, biting my lip, not caring about Michelle seeing me. After about half a minute of desperately trying not to piss myself, at long last Kelly opens the door, laughing when she sees me bent over and holding my cock in pure desperation. ‘Oh god I’m so sorry, my eyeliner was smudged so I had to fix it. If I knew how badly you had to go I wouldn’t have took so long!’ she says sympathetically. ‘No it’s ok don’t worry about it’ I say quickly, hurrying past her into the toilet, slamming the door behind me. I bounce up and down frantically as I fumble with the lock, and suddenly I feel another long spurt of piss soak the front of my boxers. ‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m wetting myself’ I mutter, locking the door and rushing in front of the toilet, lifting up the lid and quickly pulling my hard cock out of my boxers. I start to piss almost immediately, a long stream of urine loudly splashing into the toilet below. ‘Oh godddddd’ I moan loudly in sheer relief, closing my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, not caring about anyone in the office hearing. After wetting hard for over a minute, the last few drops trickle out, and I sigh loudly with relief. I glance down at the front of my boxers, seeing a couple of damp patches, but nothing major. Nobody will ever know just how close I came to not making it to the toilet. I flush and wash my hands, and walk out into the office wearing an embarrassed grin. ‘You look relieved’ Michelle says, laughing as I walk past. ‘Yeah, I really needed that’ I say shyly, leaving the office and heading back to the tills. The rest of the afternoon is as boring as ever. Kira teases me a few times about how badly I had to piss, and laughs when I tell her how long I had to wait before I could finally get into the toilet. It’ll be a while before I decide to purposefully make myself desperate at work again, that’s for sure.
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    3 videos with the petite actress Odette. In the first video, Odette completely soaks her diaper, talks about it and takes it off and shows what she's done. In the second, she's tied up to a chair and wets in front of two other persons. The third is a cute diaper change. Enjoy
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  14. 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
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  15. It's been a while, readers! As much as I love writing on here, I've been a bit short on time and long on prior commitments lately, so I haven't had a lot of opportunities. Fortunately, I got sick enough of not posting on here that I decided to start down my list of ideas, which begins with a fairly old story, but, since it's similar to the one I posted before, I figured you guys might like it. So... here's hoping you actually do. Our story begins with me and my girlfriend (I'm bi, sue me). We had been friends for a long time before we decided to commit to a romantic relationship, but we got along very well and found each other attractive, so eventually we decided it should happen. This girl, we'll call her Stella, was my first real, committed relationship with a girl, so everything that came with it was new and exciting; lots of dates, lots of time spent together, lots of mushy gushy stuff where, before, there was only flirting and the odd kiss or touch... and some new sexual stuff, too, so I enjoyed a lot. We were on a date when this whole thing went down, only this particular date wasn't much of a date at all. We had planned a movie marathon of the Star Wars films (of which she had seen none) in our comfiest clothes- I wore a long, soft black shirt and light blue jeggings, plus some comfy, pink, fluffy socks, and Stella wore... gosh, I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Probably some shorty shorts, since it was summer and that was what she always wore around the house when she wasn't going out. Anyway, halfway through Empire, Stella decided that we needed a break that went from stretching our legs to making out on the couch (with the movie paused, of course- I didn't want her to miss any of it). We had been at it for a few minutes when things began to heat up. She had begun to kiss my neck, which she knew I loved, and began to lift up my shirt, but, when her fingers brushed my back, I arched away, and she dropped my shirt. "What?" Her surprise was evident on her face; she was worried I didn't want it. "Should I not...?" "No," I mumbled, immediately embarrassed, "that just... tickled, is all." Stella's face immediately lit up with a mischievous smile, and I knew exactly what was coming. Stella had discovered a long time before this moment exactly how ticklish I was, although, unlike my friends who found the whole thing extremely funny, tickling me turned my girlfriend on, probably more than anything else we had done up to that point. She said she 'liked the way I squirm,' which... if she wanted a partner who would do that a lot, she came to the right person. ;P "Oh..." she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "is that a problem?" As a matter of fact, it was. Stella and I had only been dating for a couple weeks at this point, and I was not comfortable enough with her house to use the toilet, as I had only been there a couple times- yes, I know such a hang up is childish, but it's lead to one or two arousing incidents, so I don't work too hard to fix it. The point is, having been there for the length of a movie and a half, my bladder was getting rather full in spite of my efforts to drink minimal amounts of liquid, and Stella's decision to tickle me now was highly unfortunate. "Um..." I began, but before I could get another word out, she was upon me, tickling me mercilessly. I laughed, of course, but it was not a happy laugh, and, between fits of giggling, I continually begged my girlfriend to stop. "Stella, please," I would say, or "Stop, stop, please, stop," or "please, please, please," but she wouldn't let up. Soon, she straddled me. I began to struggle and squirm, and this was just what she wanted. Stella began to tickle me with renewed energy, and I could no longer fit pleas between my laughter. All I could do was writhe, but eventually she let up and I caught my breath. "Oh... my... gosh..." I gasped. Stella looked at me quizzically. "I... can't... jeez, could you...?" "Tickle you more? Absolutely!" Stella said brightly, but she held off, waiting for my actual question. "Could you... give me a second..." I wheezed. I was by no means overweight, but no more was I in tip-top shape. When I regained my breath, I finally spoke up. "Stella..." I hesitated. I was going to ask her to stop, my bladder still aching softly from the effort of staying tense and keeping all the liquid inside me, but she looked so happy; blushing slightly, smiling widely, her crotch warm against my own. I knew she was enjoying this. I can handle a bit more, I decided. I nodded and her grin widened. Then she was back at it. It only took a minute for me to remember exactly why I had begged her to stop; my bladder muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and I knew that, if I let this go on for too much longer, I would have an accident right here, on my girlfriend's couch. I still had no intention of going to the bathroom, but I was convinced that, if she satisfied herself tickling me and gave up, I could hold it until I was ready to head home. I was wrong, of course, but I never got the chance to find out, because, at that exact moment, I sprung a leak. My eyes sprung open and a gasp escaped my mouth, momentarily stopping my giggles. I squeezed hard, and the leak stopped, but Stella's tickling did not. I knew that, at this moment, it was urgent that she stop. "Oh my god..." I managed, my mirth reduced by the horrifying realization that I may actually lose control, "Stel...la... stop... stop... please... I'm gonna pee!" "Oh, hush," she said, biting her lip, "you're only saying that so I'll give you a break." "No... no!" I pleaded. "I'm... serious... Stella, please..." she wasn't stopping. Another leak. This one was continuous, although tiny. Stella still wasn't letting up. "No, no..." I moaned, shifting back and forth, grinding against her in an effort to make her stop, doing my best to pry her hands away from me, but all my strength was focused in my bladder, and I couldn't. My desperate squirms only seemed to turn her on more, and she bit her lip, grinding back against me. "Please, please!" I bucked my hips, but she still didn't stop. Another big spurt, and I could feel my pants dampen. I tried again, revolting my hips against Stella, and it worked- she shifted... directly onto my bladder. I gasped as a huge jet of pee shot out of me and straight down my leg, wetting my pants to mid-thigh. I sat bolt-upright, and Stella finally stopped, backing up to avoid being headbutted. My hands flew to my crotch, but it was too late. "Oh, god," I mumbled, "oh god..." The pee wouldn't stop coming, no matter how I shifted or how hard I squeezed. I looked away from Stella, face burning, and noticed her floor- it was a sort of porcelain fake wood flooring. My pee wouldn't soak into that, so if I was going to wet myself, I would do it standing over the floor. I shoved my girlfriend off and stumbled off the couch, standing up on the floor, then grabbing my crotch and crossing my legs in a last ditch effort to keep from wetting myself completely. No good. The pee raced out of my bladder faster than ever, soaking my pants quickly, spilling into my cute fluffy socks, and then puddling on the floor. Since I had been drinking minimal amounts of water, it had a strong smell, and I was certain it would stain my lightly colored underwear and socks. I kept my back to Stella until the flow had stopped completely, then turned slowly to look at her, my face red with embarrassment. To my surprise, she was red too, but her face wore a look of arousal; she was still biting her lip and a lazy smile spread across her face. I looked at her, confused, and in response, she got up and kissed me deeply. "Hey," she said, still in the same deep purr, "that was... sorta hot." I gaped at her, in total shock. She had the same fetish I did?! "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said you were going to have an accident," she continued, "but... well, let's get this cleaned up." True to her word, she helped me clean up, got me a pair of her sweatpants while we put the soaked jeggings in the washer, and listened intently as I spilled the truth- that I actually really enjoyed it myself- before watching the rest of the film with me. Did Stella truly have the same kink I did? Well, sort of... it turned out later that she quite enjoyed watching me wet myself, but not the feeling of doing it herself. I didn't mind, of course. I wound up wetting myself for her a couple other times, although, since these were intentional, they didn't make for such exciting stories. I was never afraid to use the bathroom at her house again, either. When you've had an accident in front of someone, I suppose asking to use their toilet is a pretty major step down. She and I are still dating to this day, and I have no intention of breaking things off any time soon. Anyway, that was the whole story. If you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the comments, and check out some of my other stories, like "An Evening With Friends," which I actually referenced in this story, or "The Gates of Shambhala," one of my many fanfictions. I love writing stories for you guys, so if you have anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to let me know in the comments or by DM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
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  16. I posted this story at another board and the people there liked it and asked me to write more, so I thought it worth posting here. It started out originally as a short story based on an idea I had, but it quickly became much longer than the under 1,000 word story I was originally intending to write. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #1) My wife, Kate, and I were both big conservationists. We also lived in an area that had frequent droughts, and was frequently very hot outdoors. The frequent hot days, as well as how frequently me and Kate were outdoors, met me and Kate drank a lot of water to stay hydrated. It wasn't unusual for either of us to drink 2 half a liter bottles of water an hour, which of course made us both have to pee pretty frequently after a while. Kate had a much stronger bladder then me however. Kate was such a big conservationist that despite all the water she drank to stay hydrated, Kate used the toilet no more than 3 times a day in order to save water on toilet flushes. My wife frequently tried to encourage me to cut down on my uses of the toilet each day to. We had a high efficiency flush toilet that used only 1.28 gallons of water per flush. But urinals did use even less water, less than 0.5 gallons a flush. So a while ago I convinced Kate to agree to have me install a urinal in our bathroom to help us save water & money. Kate though insisted from the start that she would never use the urinal. "You can use the urinal to save water on your flushes honey, but us girls have to sit down on a toilet seat to pee. I'd make a huge mess if I tried to use a urinal" Kate had told me. But the idea of watching my wife use the urinal turned me on big time, no matter how much Kate insisted that she would never do so. "Kate the urinal uses only a third of the water as our regular toilet" I frequently said. "Just think of all the water you'd conserve if you learned how to use it without making a mess. There's guides on the Internet to teach women like you how to pee standing up, and there's even devices like the SheWee you can buy". Kate however would often counter this by replying "Karl, you use the urinal a lot more then I use the toilet. Just imagine how much water you could save if you limited yourself to 3 or less trips to the toilet a day like I do". At the time I started pestering my wife about the urinal I was using the toilet around 8 times a day, and I pissed a gusher each time because of all the water me and Kate drank in a day. I decided after a while that taking my wife's suggestion of cutting down my trips to the bathroom might help get Kate to take my suggestion at using the urinal. So over a 6 month period I worked on holding it in longer and getting a much stronger bladder. Kate however still stubbornly refused to use the urinal during that time, not even using it once just to try it out. Eventually our stalemate ended unexpected one day when I pestered Kate about the urinal yet again. Instead of replying with her usual response, Kate replied with a different solution for us to save more water. "I'll tell you what Karl" she said, "since you're right that my toilet flushes use 3 times the water as yours I'll only use the toilet once for every 3 times that you do from now on". Stunned by my wife's different answer, I replied "Kate I'd be thrilled with such a compromise, but can you really hold it that long all the time". By that point, thanks to Kate's urging, I was getting closer to needing the urinal only 3 times a day. "You'd be holding it in almost all day Kate, and you drink several gallons of water a day". "Of course I can hold it" Kate answered with a hint of impatience. "You know I'm a strong girl who's always had an iron bladder that's much stronger than yours Karl. I can wait as long as your trips to the urinal make me, even with my strong thirst not allowing me to cut back on my drinking. If you manage to start taking even less frequent trips to the urinal then your current 3 to 4 pisses a day then I'll just have to tough it out and wait longer, and we'll conserve even more water, I won't complain". "So this is also your way of encouraging me to wait even longer in between using the urinal" I replied. Me and my wife didn't conserve water just from being conservationists, we were both turned on by each other holding it for as long as we could. "Well of course Karl" answered Kate with a grin. "I've been urging you to hold it in longer and longer and use the urinal less frequently for months now. So it's only fair that I put my money where my mouth is and cut down on my own trips to the toilet to". Naturally I liked this solution, and I decided it was good reason to train myself to use the urinal just once a day. Just the thought of having the power to make Kate's bladder crack if I could take as few pisses as possible made me excited. I'm sure the thought of how desperate I was going to let myself get before I finally used the urinal from now on also turned Kate on. "There's just one more condition I want to add to this" I said before agreeing. "If my infrequent trips to the urinal prove to be too much to you, you can always use the urinal to relieve yourself whenever you want to Kate". I knew full well that Kate would never use the urinal, unless it was a choice between the urinal or pissing herself when her iron bladder finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Kate smirked and giggled in response "if you insist then fine. But like I said before Karl, I'm a tough woman, and you're never going to get me so desperate that I'd consider using the urinal. Nor will you ever see me piss myself because I can't hold it back any longer. You know full well what an iron bladder I have". Kate's confidence that I couldn't best her iron bladder even under these rules rigged against her only made me more determined to try. From that day on Kate had to cut her visits to the toilet down from her usual two to three times a day to just once a day. And as she bragged earlier Kate didn't cut down on her frequent drinking of water either, she still drank several gallons of water a day. I tried to keep up with my normal water intake to, though Kate still gave me more frequent reminders then previously to stay hydrated. By the evenings when Kate hadn't peed for nearly 24 hours, and had downed at least 2 gallons of water throughout the day, it started to become a regular thing for Kate to be sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting at least mildly in desperation. Yet even that didn't stop Kate from casually downing yet more bottles of spring water. Also true to her bragging Kate never complained once about her bladder even when she hadn't peed in over 24 hours. Nor did Kate suggest I visit the urinal more frequently, or show any signs that she was seriously considering using the urinal herself. But this was only during the first week of our long challenge. I was determined to greatly increase the pressure on my wife's bladder in the coming months until I finally bested her iron bladder. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #2) My last story took place a year ago. Since then my own bladder has gotten much stronger, but so has my wife Kate's. This morning, a Monday, I woke up to our alarm at 7 AM incredibly desperate with a very full bladder that I hadn't emptied in over 24 hours. Me and Kate had drank a lot of soda at the movies last night, and of course because we liked to stay hydrated in our hot climate me and Kate had drank a lot of water throughout the day yesterday to. By my count I had drank around two and a half gallons yesterday, while Kate had drank a bit over 3 gallons, which was more than usual for her, but not by much. Kate was just waking up beside me as I got out of bed and rushed to the urinal to piss. Kate, with her rock hard bladder bulge clearly visible from several days of holding it and lots of drinking would have loved to sit on the toilet next to the urinal and join me in the relief of a morning piss. But this was only my 2nd pee since Kate's last one, 2 and a half days ago. That met my wife still had a lot more waiting to go before she could take her piss. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Kate, our bathroom was right across our bedroom. The urinal and toilet were both clearly visible from the open door. I was in such a desperate hurry to pee that I didn't even close the bathroom door. So from where Kate sat up in bed she had a clear line of sight of me standing at the urinal. Kate watched from the bedroom as I whipped my desperate penis out and started to piss a gusher into the urinal. Through the open bathroom door I heard a groan escape from Kate's lips as I started to piss. I glanced over at Kate and saw her looking away from me and my piss, with a strained look on her face. Kate was fidgeting around in bed and gripping her pussy, likely suffering from some bladder spasms due to my loud gusher of piss going on just 15 feet away from her. I grinned, my prideful Kate liked to pretend to be the lady with the iron bladder who never needed to pee. But even she was human enough to flinch at my piss when she was this desperate, Kate had last peed Friday evening at 9 PM, 58 hours ago. I sighed in relief as the gusher from my penis finally ran out several minutes later, and flushed the urinal. When I left the bathroom feeling quite relieved I smiled at Kate, who seemed to have recovered by now from hearing my loud morning piss. Kate was standing with her arms crossed and her legs spread what was surely an uncomfortable distance in her desperate state. Kate knew I had heard her groan, and saw her squirm like a girl about to piss herself. Kate was trying to put up her tough girl act for her wounded pride, to make up for her moment of weakness when I pissed in front of her. Kate tried to stand before me like her bladder didn't have a care in the world, but one glance at Kate's rock hard bladder bulge clearly said otherwise. I reminded her "that was my 2nd trip to the bathroom since your last piss Kate, one more and then you can pee to. I hope you can make it, you looked like you were at the end of your rope struggling to contain yourself a few minutes ago while I was pissing away". Kate's proud face frowned for a moment, revealing a glimmer of concern, before she hid her concern behind her pride again. "No, I'm good now Karl. My bladder just had a slight moment of weakness after just waking up. And my pussy got jealous during that moment of weakness at the sight of your penis taking a morning piss, since I've been holding it for 58 hours now. But don't worry, I can keep holding it as long as I need to. I won't let myself show signs of weakness again Karl". "We'll see about that Kate" I replied. "You've got a long day of work ahead of you, and it's going to take a lot of hours until I'm full enough to need to pee again. Who knows how much longer you're still going to have to wait. Just remember, you can always give up and use the urinal whenever you want to". Kate to her credit didn't flinch at my taunting, even with her legs still spread an uncomfortable distance with her full bladder. "Karl there's no need to threaten to wait a while to keep me waiting a while longer. I know full well you're going to keep me waiting at least another 24 hours for a much needed piss, maybe even longer". Kate paused for a moment to put up a grin and gently rub a hand over her rock hard bladder bulge. "I'm a tough woman, and a tough wife, I can wait as long as your bladder can make me to take a piss. And for the last time, I'm not taking your get out of jail free card by using the urinal". With that me and Kate began to get dressed for the day. Kate grabbed her usual outfit for a day at work, a black women's pants suit. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder Kate's pants suits fit just fine, but with a 2 and a half day full bladder I knew all her pants suits were sure to be tight around her already rock hard bladder bulge. While I put my own clothes on I kept an eye on my wife dressing herself. Kate to my surprise didn't even flinch as she pulled her tight pants suit on over her bladder bulge, tightened her belt, and locked her belt buckle. The belt especially surely made Kate's tight clothing press down uncomfortably on her bulging bladder. Kate finished off her outfit by slipping a pair of high heel's on her feet that while fashionable, surely made walking much more painful on her nearly bursting bladder. But despite all the uncomfortable clothing, Kate looked up at me casually after she had finished dressing, looking unconcerned about the added pressure her tight clothing and high heels put on her surely aching bladder. We headed to our kitchen to have some breakfast before heading to work. I got out a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water out poured out a large glass of water for each of us, and set the table, while Kate prepared breakfast. By the end of breakfast our large pitcher was completely dry after me and Kate had each downed 3 glasses of water with breakfast, which was pretty normal for us. Me and Kate both worked for the same company, it was a very large corporation in a very large office building. Neither of us worked in the same part of the building however, so outside of lunch breaks and occasional meetings together, we rarely saw each other at work. Our jobs also at times required one of us go out in the field to visit clients some days, today however wasn't one of those days, which met me and Kate could carpool to work together. As usual I was the one who drove, while Kate grabbed a fresh bottle of water to drink during the ride in. Me and Kate arrived at work shortly before 9 AM. Kate kissed me goodbye before we went our separate ways to our own offices at opposite ends of the building. I had expected to go out for lunch with Kate at 1 PM later that day, but shortly before 11 AM my phone buzzed with a text from Kate. "Can't do lunch today, work meeting to prepare 4 important client tomorrow". I sighed, disappointed I wouldn't get to see Kate at lunch. I knew Kate, like me, was drinking a lot of water and coffee at her desk, despite her 62 hours without a bathroom break. I had been looking forward to seeing if my prideful wife could continue to hold her bursting bladder at lunch without squirming around or gripping her crotch in a sign of her desperation as she had bragged earlier. But then I realized what Kate's text message met about her schedule at work tomorrow. Kate would likely be busy in meetings all day with whoever her important client was. I was also determined to continue holding it into tomorrow. Realistically I thought I could last until around lunch time tomorrow without a piss, which met Kate would have to keep holding it until at least noon tomorrow, over 3 and a half days without a piss for Kate. And then I knew Kate tended to really hate using public toilets, including the ones at work, so she'd probably hold it till she got home. The frown on my face turned to a big grin as Kate's text message gave me an idea to prepare for tomorrow. On my computer I brought up our company's calendar app. In the app I checked our list of expected visitors tomorrow, and what their schedules were. I also checked the list of who was going to be out of the office tomorrow visiting a client at their site. After reading the lists I grinned when I realized the evil idea my mind was hatching would work. I pulled my phone back out to text a response to Kate. "OK, see u after work Kate, love u". After sending my text to Kate I got up from my desk and went to do a few things to prepare for tomorrow. Over at Kate's office, despite Kate's pride and her promise to be strong and to not let her bursting bladder show any weakness, no one was watching her. So Kate was crossing her legs and squirming around in desperation behind her desk for all she was worth. But despite her bursting bladder, Kate was so engrossed in her work that she was surprised when the meeting reminder popped up on her computer 15 minutes before noon. Kate glanced at the side of her desk where she kept her empty drink containers, and counted 2 coffee cups and 4 bottles of water. Kate grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation when she realized she had already drank over a gallon of water and coffee so far today, and she hadn't peed in nearly 63 hours. Kate's tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her, applying more pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to let it expand despite all Kate had drank so far today. Kate gripped her crotch with both hands and rocked back and forth in her chair for a moment as she waited for her bladder to calm down. After a few minutes when Kate was convinced her bursting bladder had calmed down enough for her to handle, she grabbed her laptop and got up to head to her meeting. But Kate nearly grimaced in pain after just a few steps, as her spasming bladder reminded her how painful it was to walk in high heels with a bladder as bursting full as hers was. Kate's meeting was a long one, starting with a work lunch at noon, and continuing until quitting time at 5 PM. Kate knew she couldn't fidget around in desperation in her meetings, but she was sure that her bursting bladder would calm down again when she got to sit down at the meeting. So my prideful wife was completely confident that she wouldn't let herself show any weakness to her co-workers as she arrived at the meeting early and sat down. Still, Kate was nervous about meeting with her important client tomorrow, and Kate always found herself drinking more water & coffee than usual when she was nervous. A glance at her empty drink containers from this morning had told Kate that she was already drinking more than usual today. Kate knew that she hadn't peed in over 63 hours by now, and she knew her rule that she had to hold it until my 3rd piss likely met she wouldn't be able to piss at least until tomorrow morning. Kate tried to put a conscious effort on cutting back on her heavy drinking a bit to try to stop her bursting bladder's complaints from getting even worse. Yet as Kate's 5 hour meeting continued to drag on, Kate's nerves continued to get the better of her judgment. By 5 PM when the meeting and workday were finally over Kate had drank another 7 bottles of water and 1 more cup of coffee during her meeting. Kate quietly cursed her lack of self control as she realized she had already drank a second gallon of water today, with the entire evening still to go before bedtime. It had been nearly 3 days (68 hours to be exact) since Kate had been able to relieve her bursting rock hard bladder by now. With an effort, Kate slowly got up from her chair, hoping that standing in her high heels wouldn't set off more spasms from her desperate bladder. Kate sighed in relief as none came when she was standing, and started to carefully head towards the main entrance to meet me and go home for the day. From my end, today had been a very productive day, as I had succeeded in making all the necessary arrangements for my evil idea I got earlier from Kate's text message. I had also been drinking a lot of water and coffee throughout the day, as I usually did, but not as much as Kate had. I had drank 2 cups of coffees and 8 bottles of water throughout the entire 8 hour workday. I had a definite urge to piss by now, but thanks to all of my practice over the last few years, heavily encouraged by Kate, I could easily handle it without an issue. Kate was already at the main entrance of the building when I got there. Before Kate saw me coming I noticed Kate had her legs pressed close together, rubbing them back and forth in a subtle sign of her desperation after 68 hours without a piss. My prideful wife stopped this immediately when she saw me coming, and walked out to our car with me. On the way out I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Kate for the ride home without asking. I thought for sure Kate would at least let a small grimace show on her face after she was rubbing her legs together like that just a moment ago. But to her credit Kate's pride made her give me a big smile and thank me as she accepted the bottle of water and took a sip from it. Me and Kate piled into the car, with me driving. In the back of my mind I wondered if Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had gotten even bigger from all her drinking today. But after a quick glance at Kate I realized Kate's tight pants suit and belt prevented her bladder from bulging out any farther. The added pressure on Kate's bladder must have been getting immense after all the additional water and coffee she's had today I realized. Yet my prideful Kate, true to her word, merely crossed one leg loosely over the other in a natural position. Not even with her tight pants suit and belt making things much more difficult on her would Kate show weakness in her bladder to me while she knew I was watching. On the way home we made small talk for a while, and Kate began to tell me some about the important client she was meeting for much of the day tomorrow. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch together again tomorrow Karl" Kate told me as she summed up her schedule for tomorrow. Me and Kate were always disappointed when we had to go to lunch separately, so Kate expected me to be disappointed. I put on an Oscar winning performance as I replied to Kate "well, it turns out it's probably better your client is visiting tomorrow over another day". Kate got a confused look on her face, and asked me "what do you mean Karl"? "It turns out I won't be in the office tomorrow Kate, so we couldn't have lunch together anyway even if you were available that day. I've got to go out in the field with a different client tomorrow. It was supposed to be Fred who was going instead of me, but Fred got a really nasty flu over the weekend, and I was the next best person they had available". Most of that was true, except I had volunteered for the job, I wasn't chosen for being the next best option. Kate was silent for a moment as she realized the implications of this. She wasn't able to hide the disappointment in her voice when she finally replied "well I guess that means we both have to drive separately tomorrow". I nodded my head, Kate hated driving when she hadn't peed in over 2 days, let alone over 3 and a half days like it would be tomorrow morning. "Maybe it's for the best anyway, I can't guarantee I'll be finished with my client and able to leave on time at 5 PM tomorrow, if things don't go well". I grinned inwardly at how my ideas for tomorrow might go even better than expected after what Kate had told me. Not being able to go to work with Kate, and observe her in the car to see if she could manage not to fidget in desperation like mad was a downside to my ideas for tomorrow, but it was a necessary sacrifice for my plan. I got me and Kate home shortly before 6 PM, with Kate having managed to maintain her composure the entire ride home without showing any signs of weakness. Still, I knew my prideful wife Kate was dying to use the toilet after going 69 hours without urinating a single drop. But of course I had still not taken my 3rd piss since Kate's last one. So rushing inside and racing to the bathroom to use the toilet she so desperately needed simply wasn't an option for my wife due to her pride I watched as my prideful Kate got out of the car and stood on her painful high heels without flinching at the extra pressure it added to her nearly bursting bladder. Kate somehow managed to walk through our front door while continuing to maintain her composure and not let herself squirm in desperation. The first thing Kate did when she walked through the front door was kick off her painful high heels. Kate breathed an audible sigh of relief as one of the things pressuring her bursting bladder while she stood up went away. I'm sure Kate was very tempted to also undo her tight belt and change out of her tight pants suit into something more comfortable. Kate often worse loose fitting jeans and tee shirts on the weekends, which were much kinder on a rock hard bursting bladder like Kate had now. However, Kate had never bothered changing out of her work clothing into something more comfortable after work before, except when we went out somewhere fun in the evening. So my prideful Kate obviously knew I'd view it as a sign of weakness, and call her out on it if she changed into something more comfortable to make it a bit easier on her desperate bladder. The first thing me and Kate started to do once getting home was prepare some dinner, and turn the TV on so we could listen to the news from the kitchen. While we waited for our dinner to cook I grabbed a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, and poured out a large glass for each of us. Kate gladly accepted the glass of water without hesitation and downed nearly a third of it right away. Since taking her high heels off Kate had seem to become a lot calmer and more confident about the state of her bladder. Or maybe Kate's pride made her want to down her drink faster to try to prove to me how unaffected she was by her desperate bladder. By 7 PM our dinner had been cooked and eaten, and our 3 liter pitcher and large glasses had been completely drained. The surprising part about the glasses though was who drank how many cups. Normally me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water when we drained a 3 liter pitcher in one sitting. But Kate had proven more thirsty then I was, drinking 2 glasses before our meal was done cooking, and then drinking another 2 during dinner. Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Kate remained outwardly calm and confident despite the 70 hours she'd now gone without a piss, and the 2 liters of water she'd just drank. But I knew without looking that Kate was squirming and crossing her legs around in desperation under the table. And I knew that the pressure being applied to rock hard bladder bulge, which was still cruelly unable to expand due to Kate's tight clothing and belt, was only getting worse after all the water she had just drank. "Shall we kill the last few hours before bed playing some videogames" I asked Kate. It was one of the things we often did in the evenings together. Me and Kate both had our own computers and computer desks side by side in the living room, meaning Kate could hardly squirm around in her chair without me noticing. The reason we set our computers up this way however, was that we could play online multiplayer games together without the need for headsets or shouting across the room to communicate with each other in game. "Sure" replied Kate, "want to play some Heroes of the Storm matches as Cho'Gall?". For those who don't know, Heroes of the Storm is a MOBA game (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena), and Cho'Gall is a two headed character that takes two people to play, and required a lot of coordination between both players. Cho'Gall was me and Kate's my favorite hero, Kate normally played the Cho (who controlled where the hero moved), and I normally played the Gall. I grinned at Kate's choice of games, no game would make me notice Kate being shall we say 'distracted' from her bursting bladder like a game of HOTS as Cho'Gall. While we booted up our computers and waited for the game to load, I grabbed another 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, poured us both a large glass, and set the pitcher down between us. We played Heroes of the Storm as Cho'Gall for nearly 3 hours until 10 PM. Me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher during that time. I was beginning to feel the urges from my bladder a lot more since the end of work, now 15 hours since I had my morning piss. It was beginning to get to the point where I was tempted to openly squirm around in my seat in desperation, and I did start to the last hour, to let Kate know how full I was starting to get. But I was still well in control of my bladder, and unfortunately for Kate, able to last a lot longer still. Kate on the other hand started out strong in our games, but began to become noticeably more fidgety from time to time at her desk. Kate was constantly adjusting her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, even though she knew none would help her real issue. Yet Kate bravely continued to hold on, and rarely allowed herself to grip her crotch. As the hours went by Kate's performance did decline, but surprisingly not by much. Still, by the time 10 PM rolled around, and we finished our last match, Kate was clearly eager to get out of her tight clothing. Kate announced she was going to take a shower, and hurried out of the room before I could say more than "ok". Once in the bathroom safely behind the closed door where Kate knew I couldn't see her grip herself and squirm in desperation, Kate hurried to unsnap her belt buckle. At first the belt buckle refused to snap open, and Kate despaired at the pressure it continued to apply to her so aching so exhausted bladder. Then Kate pushed down harder on the snap with both her hands, at first Kate felt pain as her pressing on the belt snap pushed it harder against her rock hard bladder bulge. But then Kate felt immediate relief as the buckle snapped open, and her rock hard bladder bulge could finally expand a bit. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the belt off, and then pulled her too tight pants to the floor. When Kate finished fully undressing herself she sighed in relief as the pain in her bladder eased somewhat now that she finally had nothing pressing painfully down on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kate stood naked before the bathroom mirror, admiring her rock hard bladder bulge she had held back for 73 hours now, over 3 whole days. Kate's bladder bulged out nearly 3 inches by Kate's estimate. It was one of the biggest bladder bulges the prideful Kate had ever seen herself have. The prideful part of Kate's mind beamed in joy at how close she was getting to tying to her record largest bladder bulge ever. It wasn't much of a surprise though when Kate thought back to her day, and realized after doing the math that she had downed around 3.4 gallons of water and coffee in just the last 15 hours. Plus Kate had downed around 2.5 and 3 gallons the previous two days during the weekend she recalled. Kate bit her lips nervously and wondered how she would ever get through work tomorrow with her bladder already holding nearly 9 gallons. Kate knew she had been drinking more today because she was nervous about meeting with the client and drank to help cope with her nerves. Kate feared her nerves were bound to be even worse tomorrow when in the presence of the client. It simply wasn't an option for Kate to openly fidget or pee dance in front of the client, or worse yet finally losing her iron grip over her bladder for the first time in her life right in front of the client. Kate glanced away from the mirror and to the side at the urinal she would never use despite her husband's 'pee any time' exception. Beyond the urinal Kate's eyes stared at the inviting white toilet bowl with the lid up and seat down, waiting for her to plop herself on it and open her pussy's flood gates. Kate shuddered violently for a moment as a larger wave of desperation hit her at the sight of the tempting relief of the toilet bowl, so close to her after 73 hours of holding it in. But despite the wave of unimaginable desperation, Kate gripped her bladder's iron sphincter muscles down as hard as she could, and refused to leak a single drop as the wave of urgency passed. Because the lovely white toilet bowl was looking so tempting to her right now, Kate plopped the lid down to try to try to hide it's temptation. Then Kate looked away from the toilets, and went to take her shower. The shower wasn't the easiest thing on Kate with her bladder so full either, but it was still a lot easier then wearing the tight clothing and belt Kate had been in earlier, so she bore it without complaint. Many would have been tempted with such a painfully full bladder like Kate's to pee in the shower, but Kate's pride wouldn't let her. Plus Kate thought the idea of peeing in the shower was disgusting. While she bathed herself, Kate couldn't stop herself from thinking about me, and how she had seen me start to fidget around at the desk after 15 hours without a piss. She thought about how much water and coffee I must have had today that I was holding back. Though she knew it would no doubt be extra difficult on her bladder that hadn't peed in over 73 hours, Kate was already getting turned on by the thought of full bladder sex with me before bed. Kate finished her shower within 10 minutes, dried off, and left the bathroom to put her nightgown on. I hurried into the bathroom after she left, and took a quick shower myself before joining Kate in the bedroom. Me and Kate were soon both all over each, both turned on by each other's full bladder. I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge during sex, feeling just how full it was. Even that gentle touch was enough to make Kate moan in pain, but she didn't pull my hands away. I whispered to Kate how proud I was of her for maintaining her composure all day. I told her how proud I was of her for continuing to keep her iron bladder's dam shut despite how many gallons of water and coffee she had drank. Kate whispered back how she told me she was strong enough to get through the whole day and more without a leak, all while shuddering involuntarily from time to time from the pressure our sex was putting on her bladder. When we were finished, Kate was gripping her pussy with both hands, as the strain our sex had put on her bladder had made her urges much worse again. Kate glanced over at me, not saying a word, but silently pleading for me to take a before bed piss so she could do the same. I smiled at her silently with a look she knew met no, and rolled over to fall asleep. Kate fidgeted around in bed for another 30 minutes before she regained enough control over her bladder to fall asleep despite it being so full. While Kate didn't wake up during the night, she had constant dreams where she was always desperate to piss, but was somehow never able to find a place to piss in her dreams. I meanwhile had more pleasant dreams, about how my plans for tomorrow would give Kate's bladder a much rougher day than she ever imagined. ===== That's all for now, let me know what you all think.
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  17. Version 1.0.0

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    My girlfriend had to pee a little bit and I convinced her to let it go sitting in the bed. It was more pee than she thought and she really soaked my mattress. Only the preview is pixelated. The video isn't. Full HD - H264 - MP4 - 0:54 min
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  18. no... but it's could be a good idea to try
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  19. Version 1.0.0

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    An incredible video from the German production, Baby-Doll. Candy is a very cute adult baby girl. She plays with her teddy, drinks her bottle and wets her diaper. But shes's not too much of a baby, as to not be able to change herself. Enjoy
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  20. I've shot up to a 7 or 8 with some intense waves of urge starting. Had three 500 ml bottles of water, a big mug of green tea and one shot of whiskey just to make me more desperate.
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  21. Very sexy wetting. Nice panties and nice wet spot.
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  22. I agree. Pregnant woman can have a lot of accidents... I'd like to read about Penny. Maybe she will wet herself in public in front of friends of Edith i.e. in shopping center or something like this?
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  23. I see your pics and all I really think about is how it must smell and taste
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  24. Diaper tena supet View File Questo sono io Submitter bardak131 Submitted 01/08/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay
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  25. To wrap this up When my bladder is very full it makes it urgent to do the other thing which I can not stop. So I sat on the toilet to take care of that. Sometimes I can hold my pee in others I leak a bit. I can do this by placing my penis outside the toilet on the seat, indicating it is not ok to pee. This time I thought I was in trouble because as I was placing myself on the seat I suddenly lost not a leak but a hard spurt onto my hand. But I regained control. Then I prepared to start my shower with pee feeling like it was pressing hard against my pee hole, like it was going to come out. I had forgotten having done the laundry my washcloth was not in its customary place in the tub area. I had to get another out of the cabinet . I slowly started dripping pee on the floor. A few more drops escaped as I adjusted the water. For several minutes as I showered I enjoyed the strong my pee is going to come out sensation. And then for some reason my bladder relaxed and I was able to finish my shower with all that pee inside of me. I rewarded myself by standing at the very back wall of the tub and releasing a long powerful stream of pee that exploded out of me with the kind of pee hole streatching force I only rarely acieve. It splattered against the front wall of the tub ( About 4 feet).
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  26. I loved this story! And I agree there's not nearly enough good make content on this site. I'd love to see more.
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  27. "Hey imma go stand in this urinal with my pants down, take a picture, it'll be funny."
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    Wow! Hot! Can she repeat this while laying on her stomache (camera between her feet...)?
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  28. Here's a few I did not see mentioned. The 1st is by Queenoffarts and it tame. The 2nd is ny Scatgoddess Amanda but after the "accident" in the beginning it gets gross, so be advised. the last 2 are by SecretLover and she typically does scat but these are desperation/accidents. in the middle she briefly shows the mess in the pants but nothing to gross. 1.mp4 2.mp4 3.mp4 4.mp4
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  29. Yes, I can imagine her standing there, totally desperate and waiting for designer to tear the dress apart so she can run to the bathroom.
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    Cheshire is taking her afternoon nap. You decide to come in and check on her. You pull the blankets down gently, so you don't disturb her. She's wearing pink cotton panties... and no pajama pants. You stand over her watching her snooze. Suddenly, you see a wet spot spread across the crotch of her panties...before you know it the sheets have been flooded with pee! This little bed wetter is soaked and sleeping right through it. Cheshire is none the wiser that you are perving on her wet panties and watching her while she naps.
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  31. I'm pretty sure it is a well guarded secret that they all wear ridiculously expensive designer diapers made of ultra thin space age materials, not available to the general public.
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  32. Thank you really much for your understadings, it's really appreciated! Also thank you for following me and for the help, I will try to handle the situation by myself but if I need help I will pm you, thanks! Don't worry for the language, english is not my mothertoungue either :) I think I will continue posting writing stuff and also reply to most threads, like I'm used to do just now. I don't know if I will ever start to post writing in wetting experience and fanfiction section... I don't know... Thank again!
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  33. I just wonder how many people go to this NY gathering just so they can wear diapers and wet them self. Not because of omo fetish, but just because it's a naughty thing to do for an adult person without medical condition.
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  34. As I promised, yesterday I done the challenge with public restrooms for a day. "The day" started when I got up and was finished next morning. Since I live in a relatively small city I also decided to use public transport, not my own car, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem going from home to the city to use public toilet. For those who don't know, I have a small bladder and a bit overactive as well, probably from holding pee very often as part of my fetish. For me it's normal to go to the toilet about every 2 hours if I drink a normal amount of liquid for adult person and can't hold pee very long. Challenge started with morning pee, because I always really really have to pee when I wake up. It was not any different yesterday. I quickly dressed up in my tight jeans, panties, pantyhose, Tshirt, long sweater, winter jacket and sneakers. I also took a backpack with spare clothes. Bus station for city bus is luckily nearby my flat. Since it was not even 8 in the morning, the nearest public toilet I could think of, was at 24/7 gas station. It is about 15 minutes bus ride and what was more worrying, it's still about 10 minutes walk from bus station to the gas station. But that was still the best option I could take so early in the morning. When I was waiting for a bus, minutes felt like eternity. I had to wait 12 minutes for bus to arrive and I was already at the stage when I was not able to stand still, squeezing my legs together, crossing them, moving weight from one foot to other. Bus finally arrived and I quickly found the seat. The whole ride I was all about concentrating not to start peeing, but a few spurts came out anyway. Not enough to really show, but I felt wetness in my panties. I was so focused on my bladder I nearly missed the bus station and got of the bus at the last moment and during that, released more pee in my pants, making a visible wet patch between my legs.That luckily released enough pressure of my bladder I manage to reach the gas station without any more spurts and manage to let the rest of pee in the toilet. I felt so good, but I was a little worried since the rest of the day was still in front of me and I barely made it this time. But next time at least I can leave home when I feel the first need to pee signs, not at the last minute like in the morning. I changed my pants, panties and pantyhose and went to the nearby supermarket to buy some fresh bread for my breakfast. I was too early and shops were still closed and I had to wait for them to open. While I was waiting, I felt another need to pee sign from my bladder. I guess I didn't let all out at the gas station because I was holding so long before. When the shop finally opened at 9, I went in, bought my breakfast and used public toilet before going home. So far, I already visited 2 toilets nearest to my home. When I came home, I ate breakfast right away, because I was already really hungry. I knew I will need to pee soon, since I drank coffee and water, so I took a shower, put fresh spare clothes to my bag and went to the city to find the next public toilet. Not surprisingly, the day was full of trips from home to the city and back, full of desperation and occasionally dump panties, but no real wetting yet, since the city has a lot of places where you can use the public toilet during the day. But holding pee all day was starting to weaken my bladder muscles and it was harder and harder to hold it, especially since I always drank water and soft drinks after I went to the toilet. For the evening I decided I will put on my female clothes. I mean fully presented myself as a female, with wig, silicone breasts forms and full makeup. I've chosen for the evening dark blue tight dress with skirt at knee length, light blue pantyhose, matching blue shoes with 4 inch stiletto heels and black artificial fur jacket. I put in my handbag spare panties and pantyhose, just in case. Well, it's a lie, I knew I will need them sooner than later. Since I was drinking a lot of liquid all day, I was already desperate when I was still at home and dressing up. Not a good sign. Luckily taxi was already waiting and I was on the way to the city. When we arrived, I went to the nearby hotel to pee and again barely made it without wetting myself. And now comes the hard part. In our city all public toilets are closed after 10 PM, not that many of them was left on my list anyway, but for the rest of the night I had to rely on toilets in bars and night clubs and that's a problem. Since I was dressed as a women, I could only go in certain clubs. Basically only in 2 clubs, one is a gay club and another one is a regular club, but they also don't make a fuss how you're dressed. It was 11 PM and now I was already on a one hour "pee schedule" and the whole night was still in front of me. I went to a bar where I met some people I know, we drank and had a good time. Before midnight struck, I really had to pee again but still trying to hold it so I would need next toilet visit as late as possible. Panties were already wet, but I was still waiting. My friends also noticed my nervousness and they asked. I didn't want to tell them the real reason and just said I was lazy and postponing toilet visit. At that time first dribble went down my legs, so I knew it's really time to go. I quickly went to the toilet and peed as hard and as long as I could. Now it was time to go to one of the clubs. We entered first one without any problems and continue partying and I used a toilet when I needed. Of course, at the last moment again. Now I had to go to the next club. I convinced one of my friends to join me. Club was packed full, we were waiting almost 30 minutes to enter. When we finally made it, we continue having a good time. But mixture of alcohol and soft drinks I was drinking all evening was not only making me pee, but also mest up my time conception. Since I was desperate all day long, I was now at the stage "ok, I need to go, but I can wait a little", but in reality I was really desperate and started to leak in my panties so much some of the pee run down my legs in my shoes already. Now I realise I really have to pee and went to the toilet. But on my arrival I realise there is a long line in front of ladies room. Since I was dressed as a women, I would have to go to the ladies room. I just didn't want to go to the mens room full of drunk men and me dressed as a women. I was standing in the line with other women for at least 15 minutes if not more, even chatting a little with one of them and in the mean time squeezing my legs together, crossing them, moving weight from one foot to other, but nothing helped and I was leaking more and more, pantyhose were so wet already, I think wetness already started showing under my skirt line and than a spurt turned into a stream and I was peeing in full extend, making a puddle in front of toilet that I could used if I arrived a bit earlier. I was totally humiliated, everyone was looking at me and I couldn't even stop peeing and was just standing there. Surprisingly I noticed a few compassionate looks on faces of some women, probably the ones who wet them self in the past and know how it feels and a few giggles from some other women of course. Wetting in the night club was different hard on me mentally and tears were also running down my face. When I finally stopped peeing, I run out of the toilet area as fast as I could in wet high heels to find my friend. I couldn't find him, so I just send him a text "I have to go" and left the club. In nearby alley I changed my totally wet panties and pantyhose with the spare ones. Now I was out of ideas where to pee and still have 4 hours until challenge time is up. So, I just walked around a while, bought a bottle of water in vending machine and drank it, since I was thirsty. Now, my mind was sharp again and I decided to walk to the train station to check if their toilet is open. When I arrived I really needed to pee again, but sadly toilet was closed, as all other public toilets in town. I guess, people waiting for the train could pee on the train, but I was not that lucky. I walked back to the city centre and decided to enter another club, but they didn't want to let me in. When I was begging I just need to use the toilet and it was near closing time anyway and most of the people left already, doorman nodded his head and said "just pee yourself". I was shocked. In my mind, I answered "I will do that in a minute", but when I was already turning away from the door, he changed his mind and let me it. I was really happy and run to the toilet, before he change his mind again. This time I made it without any incident. I bought another drink at the bar and waited until closing time. Now it was already a time that buses started their morning routes and I could go home with the bus. I was out of the money and I don't want to pay a taxi with a credit card, when dressed in female clothes. I was siting at the bus station and waiting for my bus, when I noticed a familiar feeling in my bladder. I was already thinking what to do, but before I decided, bus arrived. I entered not knowing if I can make it home dry or not. Well, it was an empty hope, since I started leaking soon after bus drove over first speed bumps on the road. Half way home I just couldn't hold it any more. I didn't even felt when pee gushed out since panties were already wet, it just started flooding my panties. I wet myself right there on the bus seat, totally soaking my skirt too and pee started running off the seat making a puddle on the floor. People seating behind me noticed of course, but it was nothing I could do, except pretending nothing happened. I felt bad for peeing on the bus seat, but it was so sudden I couldn't do anything. When I came home, I took a shower and I peed again while showering and than went to bed. Day was over for me. As a cherry on the cake, not even part of the challenge, I wet my bed in sleep as well, since I was quite exhausted and my bladder muscles were totally uncooperative too. I just didn't wake up when I needed to pee, even it was probably already past the time when challenge officially ended. Today I was running to the toilet all day long as well and decided to wear diapers just in case tonight. I hope you like my story. I must say it was fun doing this challenge, no matter how embarrassing I felt in the club or on the bus. Luckily I didn't meet any of my neighbours when I arrived home. I might do it again sometimes.
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  35. It is back into the dungeon for another sexy diapered bondage video. This time it is Sosha who is bound, wearing a thick tabbed diaper, and ultimately wetting herself when she can’t escape. The scene is likely familiar if you have been a member before- A darkly lit dungeon with a girl tied up, unable to free herself, wearing a diaper. This time it is Sosha. She is wearing a black sweatshirt and a thick, tabbed, white diaper. Her hands are tied around a pillar behind her, making it impossible to escape. She is desperate to pee, but doesn’t want to wet her diaper because it would be embarrassing. Alisha enters the scene, wearing a sexy little black outfit, she could easily be taken for a professional dominatrix. Indeed, that appears to be her role in this video as she yells at Sosha to just go ahead and pee in her diaper. When Sosha refuses, Alisha starts to tickle her and press on her bladder. Despite doing her best to hold it in, Sosha is ultimately powerless to stop herself from peeing. With the relentless tickles from Alisha, she soon reaches her breaking point and completely floods her diaper. We can see the diaper swell up and grow heavy as she empties her bladder into it, even leaking, with a stream escaping near her leg and landing on the floor. Since Sosha did what Alisha ordered, peed in her diaper, Alisha decides that she has been a “good girl” and deserves a reward. Carefully, Alisha removes Sosha’s saturated diaper and then goes down on her. Not caring that Sosha’s pussy was just engulfed in a urine soaked diaper, Alisha is more than profescient when it comes to using her tongue to bring girls to earth shattering orgasms. Sosha soon climaxes, and Alisha walks away, knowing her job is complete.
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  36. Version 1.0.0

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    I have no idea where I found this, but this has to be my favourite video so far. The girl in the video tries to hold her pee as long as she can, but inevitably wets herself. She takes her time to enjoy the wetting as it spurts out. Warning: Nudity towards the end.
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  37. I actually have a few of her videos saved (Layers Desperation, and one of those masturbation+orgasm ones she did recently both from vimeo, as well as 6 of her oldest uploads that were hosted on tumblr directly; All at source quality.) am I allowed to upload directly on these forums? Filesize once rar'd is 289mb, VERY close to the size limit.
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  38. So I’ve been testing out a lot of pads lately. I’m not sure why, but I’ve got pads on my mind. If you are interested in reading my other pad-reviews, you can find them here: I last tested out some period pads, and found them generally not up to the task of protecting my panties (or rather my clothes) from the occasional leak of pee. This wasn’t unknown to me, but well you know, science! So after disappointing leaks with some very random period pads, I turned to something which is made for the job of catching leaks. So today I tested out the Poise Thin-Shape Pad, with moderate absorbency. I should say that this is not a catchy title, and that the pad came in a sample pack I got a good while back. Anyhow, I was home from work, and my hubby was staying late at his work, so I thought it would be another good time to test out a pad. When I got home, I slipped the pad into my flounder Little Mermaid panties that I had been wearing all day, and went about my regular routine. As it was later in the evening, I didn’t use my regular green tea. The caffeine in this tends to upset my bladder and this close to bed time this was ill-advised. Instead I had a glass of water and some fruit juice with my rather simple dinner (salad). The pad, as you can see, is thicker than most of the other’s I’ve tried, and it has very distinct purple gathers. I had some difficulty photographing it, as the stretchy gathers so want to keep the pad in an upwards-facing cup form, that it couldn’t be flattened out. Instead I took it flipped up, so you can see just how springy the gathers are. This is important in an incontinence pad, as it keeps the pad curving with your body, which means that bursts of pee are not running down the front or back into your clothes. A couple other features I like about the design of this pad, are the little tear-dropped shale to indicate the front of the pad. I find this helpful. I never like it when pads put the little front arrows on the backing, because once you remove it, it is no longer helpful. Also pads without a front or back might make sense for periods, but an incontinence pad had better had a front, as different parts of the pad to different things (or should). Check out those standing gathers! The pads are pretty wide, especially when placed in my adorable little mermaid panties, but they are not uncomfortable. Once in place, the pad fit snugly against my body and I felt pretty confident in it. Anyhow, I went about my evening, pad in place, and let my bladder fill naturally. When the urge had built up sufficiently, at about a 6/10 on the old desperation scale, I decided to start my test. This is the stage for me where I’d definitely go find a washroom if I were in public and knew I wasn’t going to find one soon, but not the point where I’d be distracted by my bladder. Because this pad was designed for serious leaks (moderate absorbency), I decided against the old classic cinnamon sneeze test that I’ve done for my previous pads. I was certain that this pad could contain such a leak (I’ve actually worn these before so I know this for a fact from past experiences). So I decided to give this pad a proper test. My plan was to release a serious stream of pee into the pad. As many of my long-time readers will know, while I can often stop a small spurt or leak, I have lots of difficulty stopping once I actually start peeing. I’ve done lots of exercises in the past, but this remains a challenge for me, particularly if I’ve got a very full bladder. One of the reasons I decided to do this test with a mostly full bladder was so that I might be able to stop peeing quicker. So once my bladder was at about a 6/10, I went into the washroom and removed the sweat pants I’ve been wearing about the house. I stood relatively straight (not squatting or putting my legs apart unnaturally, but the way you might stand while waiting in line to pay for your groceries. I removed my sweat pants mostly because I didn’t feel like washing them if they got wet and also because I wanted to admire my panties and the pad. I was at about a 6.5/10 at this point and ready for the test. I stood in my bathroom and relaxed my bladder. This isn’t hard for me this close to the toilet. I immediately started peeing at full force, flooding the pad. I could feel my labia suffuse with the warm wetness of a flood of hot pee, something that almost always makes me gasp. And I could feel all my girl parts washed in warmth. I peed for a good solid 3 seconds, reveling in the warming experience. There is something about a pad as compared to a diaper. A pad seems to keep the liquid closer to the body, so you get the warm wetness in a more intense hit. After a good 3 second blast, I began to start to try to bear down to cut off the flow. As predicted, this was rather difficult, and I peed for a good solid 12 seconds before I managed to get things under control. While my PC muscles were straining, I kept expecting to feel the sides or the front or back of the pad overflow and to either feel warm wetness running down my legs, or hear the dripping sound of a serious leak. But this wasn’t to be. The little pad did its job and contained what I would consider the most serious leak I’d ever have in public. The nightmare scenario of a stressor causing a leak (on a full bladder) that I could not control right away, or a flood just as I got to the washroom after a strong urge (key-in-lactch). As you can see, I flooded the pad, but it looks as though it could have taken even more! My panties were completely dry, as was the floor. I was very impressed with the pad, and would consider it as a replacement to the Always pads I’ve been wearing regularly out during the day. I do still have a rather substantial collection of random pads, which I’ll be testing out in the near future, as I’ve been thoroughly enjoying playtime with pads, for some reason. Are any other ladies out there into pads? It’s never been that big of a thing for me, but suddenly I’m all about them, strange how kinks can work. Hope you enjoyed my ‘research,’ and if you would ever like a pair of my panties, they are for sale! Visit my website, and get in touch. I love wetting panties, and don’t charge extra for the pleasure. Rach p.s. Happy New Year!
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  39. First post on here ever but I remember reading this story months ago with my ex, unfortunately it was only a few chapters deep. I decided to try and find it again today and see if you kept going at it, I personally spent at least an hour browsing for this masterpiece. I would have spent more time if I needed to, this is genuinely the best piece of fiction I have read in a really long time. Keep up the fabulous work and don’t rush it!
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  40. Bursting Noah

    This is just a one shot story I wrote a long time back. I had to write this because this is something that is based on my individuality. I usually found myself in these kind of situations since I never used the loos at school when I was a kid. Though I have exaggerated the story at will, I hope it is still enjoyable. I'm a bit embarrassed about it though. ---------- The waistband of his school trousers cut into his rock hard bladder as Noah climbed into the bus and took his usual window seat near the back. He had to pee quite a lot but Noah wasn’t worried. His mom had always taught him not to use public bathrooms because they were dirty and could cause infections and Noah had always obeyed her without question. Even today, Michelle had him drink a liter of milk for breakfast with a slice of bread and butter and a banana. She always had him carry a liter bottle of water to school as she wanted Noah to understand the importance of being well hydrated all the time. “You should always drink a bottle or two of water while at school” she told him every morning and Noah did just that. His day would start with a liter of honey water that Michelle would make for him topped off with almonds. His mother would take extra care of him and saw that he was always properly hydrated. Today, Michelle had even made a tall bottle of warm lemonade for Noah to drink on the ride to school. Though the boy had shown apprehension, Michelle convinced him that it was to keep him energized through the day. By the time his bus had arrived at school, the lemonade was all gone and Noah had realized that mommy was right, he did feel energized and a bit bloated with all that milk and water to be true, but it was all going to go down soon. The lemonade had worked wonders and he zoomed through the first half of the day like a rocket. He answered every question that Ms. Lisa put up and all his class mates looked at him as they always did. Though just eight, the boy was a genius and even his teacher couldn’t deny that. But, by 12 pm, Noah’s bladder started ballooning rapidly with all the liquid, nevertheless he tried to put it at the back of his mind and keep working. But now, Noah couldn’t ignore the strong spasms from his bladder that came from time to time. He could feel the organ filled to the brim, stretched so much to contain all the liquid, but he knew it was nothing to worry about. He always wanted to pee badly at the end of the day but would only go at home. But today he had been squirming in his seat from the time lunch got over. Noah didn’t know what it was but somehow he wanted to pee more than any other day. He had started thinking of going to the loo but reminded himself that public loos were always dirty and only dirty people went there. Noah wasn’t a dirty boy so he didn’t need to go to the loo. As the day progressed, his need to go faded away and Noah forgot about it altogether but now he was in the bus, the need had come back much stronger than before. He was now regretting to have refilled his water bottle without thinking how much might need to go after it reached his bladder. The boy cringed as the bus went over the bumps on the road making his bladder want to explode. It was 4 o’clock and Noah had been without a loo for the past ten hours with almost a gallon of liquid stretching his bladder, but he didn’t want to think about it. He kept looking out of the window, and by the time they reached the third stop, Noah knew his own stop was not too far away. Though he was trying to keep calm, he couldn’t ignore his bladder that was so stretched with his all that fluid. There was a part of him that wanted to get down at the next stop and pee it all out but he reminded himself what mommy had told him, “Only toilet is for pee-pee, only bad people go outside.” Noah had no choice, he would always do what mom said, so now his only option was to hold it all in and only let it out in the bathroom at home. He told himself that he had to wait till he got home, but his pee was already coming out. A few drops had escaped into his underwear and Noah was beginning to panic. The pressure had grown awfully great in the past hour but he had somehow been putting it off, though now it looked like there was no ignoring it any more. As he stood up to get near the door, an abrupt stream of hot pee filled his underwear before he quickly cut off the flow. Noah jammed his hand into his crotch as he began to panic. His stop was just a few minutes away and his control was slipping. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prayed for the driver to hurry. But by now his bladder had reached its absolute capacity and as the bus hit a bump on the road his body gave out. His legs trembled and lips quivered as a long spurt of pee escaped him. A tear dripped off his chin as Noah bowed his head in shame as he saw others watching him. And then it happened. A warm torrent of urine started to soak his clothes and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of his uniform knickers as Noah whimpered with his head down. He tried to stop the flow with his hands but failed. His bladder was too stretched to contain his all that fluid any longer. Relief flowed through the poor boy’s body. The sensation of a deflating bladder made him shiver and his head felt light. It was only after two minutes that his river of pee stopped. He has been so desperate that he couldn’t stop before his bladder had completely emptied itself. He looked down to see the damage with his tear filled eyes. No one around him said a word, Noah was thankful for that but when Ms. Lisa stood up from her seat and walked back to see what was going on, Noah bowed his head in shame. When Lisa saw what had happened her eyes widened in shock. Half the aisle was drenched with pee and Noah stood crying over it, his knickers soaked. She couldn’t believe the amount of urine that was running down the aisle, she wondered how long Noah had been holding it to have an accident so huge. Just as she was about to comfort Noah, his stop arrived and he hurriedly walked past her to get down. Walking the pathway towards the front door, Noah couldn’t believe he had wet himself and that too in front of the entire bus and Ms. Lisa. How would he be able to face her tomorrow in the class?
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  41. It takes a lot of effort to write a good story. It often takes just as much effort to write a bad story. A lot of people never put in the effort. Those who do should be encouraged and praised. To often, though, when people have made the effort to write a story, and summoned up the courage to post it (and this in itself is often quite a difficult thing to do) they are met only with criticism. Even if the story is bad and the criticism is well-meaning, this can have a detrimental impact not only on the story writer themselves, but on other story writers and potential story writers who see and read the criticism. If an online community piles too much criticism on its story writers - whether their stories are good or bad - it will soon lose its story writers. I therefore hold the view that if you don't like a particular story, or a particular genre of story, the solution is not to be critical of the efforts of the individual or individuals who have written that story or stories in that genre, it is to pass on and haul' yer wheesht. If you want a different balance of stories in the story section, do not come and criticise the efforts of those who have written the stories for which you care not, describing them as "cliched" or whatever else ... but put in the effort to write your own stories, in the style that you like and wish to see, and share them with others by posting here. I've said my piece now; and this is all I shall say on the subject.
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  42. I’m gonna be honest for a second. TrueDesparation, you people keep saying others aren’t reading everything or letting you state your opinions or aren’t listening to you. I find the same is true about you, and you are just being hypocritical and rude. You say they are not letting you state your opinions, but instead you are not letting them state their opinions and trying to persuade them to agree with you. That is decidedly undemocratic. You say they aren’t reading everything you say, but it seems you aren’t reading everything they say. You are angry at them for disagreeing with what you say but in reality all you are doing is disagreeing with what they sa, with their opinions. Calm down, leave it, and accept that not everyone has to and will agree with you.
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  43. I'm all for seeing more Omorashi stories with unique premises, but @TrueDepression's behavior only runs the risk of discouraging potential writers, I would think. Focusing on what stories you don't like is not particularily constructive, and will only come across as rude and contrarian. And I don't think @Bedwettingchik12 is wrong for calling you out at this point. And at the end of the day, a great premise will not make a story great on it's own. It's just one of the many ingredients used in good storytelling.
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  44. So I’ve been having some fun with incontinence pads lately. Testing them out, pushing them to their capacity for fun, but also out of an interest in determining which pads best suit my needs. I’ve already done an test of the: Always Discreet Maximum Absorbency pads = Poise Ultra-Thin pads = https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41243-poise-ultra-thin-pad-–-light-absorbency-pad-test/ This entry is a follow-up to my second ‘experiment’ with the Always Discreet pad, which you can find here: When we last left our heroine, she was languishing in bed after an after lunch quickie with her husband. I languished, oozing a little, in the bedroom, while he went back to his work. The towel where I was laying was pretty damp and I was very wet. So I dried myself off and, as it was my day off and I was still feeling horny, I decided to have some more fun. I dug around in my panty drawer until I found the pink Little Mermaid panties which I’ve reserved to naughty play time. They have become very stained with a wide range of bodily excretions, and I can’t wear them regularly (as I always feel super naughty wearing such dirty panties). As a result, I’ve reserved them for play time only. I’ve done a little photo shoot of these panties, for those who are interested in this sort of thing. Showing off the dirtiest pair of my panties gives me tingles. The stains on the front are from semen, where my panties got absolutely covered and I waited too long to wash then. There’s also a more telling stain on the bum from an afternoon when I was feeling particularly adventurous. Anyhow, this time I decided to test out another Poise pad that had arrived in the sample pack with the previous. This one was an even lower level of absorbency, Poise Liner, Long – Very Light Absorbency was what was written on the soft, cloth-like wrapping. They were even thinner than the previous pad I had tested, and so I knew that again, they would not survive me trying to start and then stop peeing intentionally. So once again, I set about trying to trigger a sneeze-related accident. I had another mug of green tea, and then went about tidying up the kitchen (while listening to a really good podcast). I poured myself a second mug and then went to sit down in the living room and read. By the time I was through a chapter (and I’m a pretty fast reader mind you), I was feeling rather full, at about a 6/10 on the old scale. I worked my way through another chapter, and by this point I was at an 8/10 and my reading speed was dropping rapidly. So I repaired to the kitchen, where once again I went about sniffing cinnamon. Closing my eyes, I rapidly inhaled the small puff of ground cinnamon power that poufs up when you put the bottle down quickly. The first attempt resulted in almost a sneeze (which I might have stifled by quickly trying to look up at the light). The second attempt worked and triggered one massive sneeze almost immediately. The sneeze was followed very quickly, by that familiar feeling of a decent sized squirt of pee being jetted into your panties. I bore down and kept everything under control. Then I hurried into the bathroom to inspect the damage. I noticed that the pattern of the leak was very similar to that of my last sneeze-related accident. And interestingly enough, there was once again the same small leak on the side of the gusset of the panties. The very light absorbency seemed to have held up comparably to the light absorbency. Perhaps this is on account of the size of the leak (I felt like this leak was not as significant as the last one, possibly because I only sneezed once), or some other reason. Additional ‘testing’ may be required. Anyhow, I was still rather full of pee, and did I mention I was in a naughty mood? Well after I snapped these pictures, I rolled up the pad and put my panties back on. I then moved over to the bathtub, where soaked myself, while squeezing my legs together – so that I could feel that divine feeling of the hot wetness of the pee flowing down the insides of my thighs. I reveled in the feeling before slipping off my panties, and snapping a few more pictures. This time, as you can see, they were properly wet. Embarrassingly *blushes* the wet stains seem to accentuate the other stains. After quickly showering off my lower half, I hung up both of my panties to dry. Yes this did lead to a few questions from my hubby when he eventually stopped working long enough to pee, but he knew I was in a naughty mood (given the after lunch quickie) and he’s pretty used to his naughty kinky wife’s panty wetting activities. He did suggest I throw out the pink panties as they were ‘gross,’ but I think I’d rather sell them to someone who loves really stained panties. So let me know if you are interested. Anyhow, I had satisfied my craving a little bit, with two sodden panties to show for my efforts. I slipped into a pair of Goodnites and went back to reading on the couch. I do still have a rather substantial collection of random pads (some unidentified as of yet, confused in my last move, and some definitely not intended for pee), which I’ll be testing out in the near future. Hope you enjoyed my ‘research,’ and if you would ever like a pair of my panties, they are for sale! Visit my website, and get in touch. I love wetting panties, and don’t charge extra for the pleasure. Rach p.s. I let the panties dry out and snapped a few more pictures of them so you can see the new stains.
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  45. Welcome to the biweekly update of Wet in the Wastelands! Sorry it's a tiny bit late... The monitor dominates the arena floor. The huge lizard is the length of a train carriage, and twice as wide. Around it, the five girls clutch their weapons and consider what to do. Julia looks over to her four friends. Rachel is limping around, hanging on to her empty gun with one hand, and her ribs with the other. She was hit quite badly earlier on, and that seems to have winded her at the very least. Jessie is dodging around the creature, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on Rachel with a look of concern. Sam, who until now had been avoiding leaving the wall-side, is also eyeing Rachel while reaching for her medical supplies. Rivera meanwhile is darting around and occasionally jamming one hand between her legs. "Sam!" Julia shouts accross the arena. "Get to Rach! Help her! You too, Jess!". The two girls look over and nod, and the both jog toward Rachel, while trying to avoid the monitors gaze. Julia swivels her hammer in her hand. "I'll distract the newt!" She says to herself. Julia runs at the Monitor, which turns to face her head on. Julia screams as she runs at the creature and swings her hammer at it, only to miss and fall flat on her face. The monitor picks it's head up and turns away, over to Jess, who is now joined by Rachel and Sam. "Come on Rach!" Jess says, taking Rachel by the arm. "Get up, get up! Don't let this thing get you down!" "She's right Rach" Sam adds, pulling out some bandages and a needle. "You're the strongest one here, we need you alive here" "What are you doing with that needle?" Rachel asks, now more worried about Sam that the Monitor. "It's a painkiller" Sam says. "It'll get you through - looks like you've cracked a rib, I can't fix that 'til we're out of this arena" "W-will it hurt?" Rachel asks. "Don't worry, it's just a little prick with a needle" Sam says. "Hey, don't be so down on yourself Sam!" Jess says, grinning. Sam and Rachel both cast her a look of disapproval. "S-sorry" Rachel glares back to the needle. "I-I'll be fine, S-sam, really!" "No you won't" Sam says, matter-of-factly. "You've got three broken ribs" "Tssh! It's j-just three!" Rachel says. Even she doesn't buy her impression of someone who's fine. "Jess, give her some ammo" Sam says, ignoring her. "Now Rach, look over there" "Over wher - Ouch!" Rachel says as Sam jabs her the second she looks away. "Hey! That hurt!" Sam looks around. She looks behind her, straight into the gaze of a very angry giant lizard. "Umm, I better be going!" Sam says, clambering to her feet and darting off back to the side wall. "Rach! The monitor!" Rachel yelps, pointing toward it. Rachel looks behind her, jumps and turns back to Jess "Q-quick! Take these shells!" She says, handing her a box. Rachel slides the box onto her gun, and jams the first shell into the chamber. "N-now go kill it!" Rachel forces herself to her feet and charges her gun. She holds the guns at her hip and aims vaguely at the monitor. As the gun bashes into her, she can already feel the effect of Sam's painkiller. "Rachie!" Jess shouts. "Shoot it!" Rachel nods and glares at the monitor, which takes a step toward her. She grins as she pulls her finger down. With a clunk the gun jerks into action, pounding the firing pin into the shell, sending a flurry of lead balls into the monitor's scarred face. The gun clunks as it chucks out the now-empty shell and pulls another into place, and once more the pin slams into the shell, and another round of buckshot is blasted out. Rachel steps forward as the gun clunks and fires round after round into the Monitor, which recoils more with each hit, until a large patch of skin on the monitors face is left bloodied and pock-scarred. Rachel steps closer and closer, as round after round slams into the creature's face. After a good twenty seconds of sustained fire, the gun clicks loudly, and the clunking stops. The gun has run out. Rachel looks down at the empty canister. The she looks up to see what she's done to the monitor. It takes a second for a cloud of blood, tattered scales and dust to settle, but when it does it's obvious what the barrage has done to the lizard. She's pissed it off. Rachel gulps as the monitor turns it's face to her, squaring her in it's sights. A harsh, hot wind pushes into Rachel as the lizard snarls at her, before it steps forward once more. Rachel in turn steps back. "J-Jessie! I need more shells!" Rachel shouts, but Jess has ran across to the far end of the arena, and is handing out a couple shells to Rivera, who is stood on one leg. Julia is whaling on the creature's leg to no avail with her sledge hammer, and Samantha is eyeing the four of them from a distance. "N-nice lizard! Y-you can go now! I've ran out of bullets!" Rachel stammers in vain. The creature keeps stepping toward her. Rachel, without thinking, shoulders her gun and aims it at the creature's eyes. The Monitor stops walking. "G-good! N-now, y-you sod off, o-okay!" Rachel says. The lizard snarls again. "I'll shoot! I will!" Rachel shouts. She pulls on the trigger, hoping that something might happen. Of course all that happens is the gun clicks. Loudly. The Monitor snorts again, and whips it's tail around, sending Rachel flying back again, breaking the straps holding her chest armour in place. She lands a few yards back on her backside, and her gun is tossed further out to her right. She tries to push herself backward on the dusty floor, to little avail. The monitor stomps forward, quickly gaining on her. As it gets closer and closer, Rachel's bladder betrays her. A quiet hissing can just be made out over the heavy breathing of the Monitor and the whimpers of Rachel as she begins to urinate into her combat pants. Rachel can barely feel it as hot liquid spills out of her, soaking over her crotch and her ass, staining her pants a darker shade of green. Pee begins to spill out the fabric and a puddle grows on the floor beneath her, rapidly growing and soaking into the sand. It's warm and relieving, but little comfort to Rachel, as the monitor steps closer and closer, apparently unsympathetic to the poor girl and her terrified bladder. It continues to glare at her as pee begins to pool around her, glistening in the sun. The crowd begins to cheer as people begin to realise that the poor girl has lost all control of herself. Rachel lifts her arm up, as if it'd be of any use stopping the huge lizard from crushing her. At least she can't see the brute any more, and the last thing she'll feel is the warm spreading of pee over herself. She shuts her eyes and waits. Something heavy slams into Rachel. It's warm and soft, and it's fallen flat on it's face. Rachel opens her eyes and tries to make out what is going on. While the creature stepped toward Rachel, who sat there wetting herself, Rivera had ran up behind the Monitor, and made a leap toward the creature's head. With two loud cracks, she fired both barrels of her shotgun into the giant lizard's head, but Rachel was too busy relieving herself to notice. Rachel only realised any of this had happened when Rivera lost control of herself and landed on top of her, face first. "Eww! Gross!" Rivera says, clambering back to her feet, after catching a mouthful of warm, wet sand. She swipes at her tongue with one hand to get the grains out. "I got sand in my mouth!" "Rivera! Oh thank god!" Rachel gasps. "I thought I was done for!" Rivera smirks at her. "Nah! You're fine! You look like you need the loos though!" "What?" Rachel asks. Rivera points to her crotch. Rachel looks down, realises, and looks back up at Rivera, blushing a bright crimson. "Well, I guess you don't any more!" Rivera chuckles, as she tries to wedge in a couple of shells into her own gun. "I almost envy you!" The monitor looks up again, blood running down it's face. It picks itself up again and roars, tilting it's head skyward. "Oh shut up, you!" Rivera shouts, charging away and leaving Rachel sitting on the floor in a rapidly cooling puddle. Rachel pulls her legs to her and hugs her knees for a second. She knows already she's going to have a few rough nights ahead of her - if she makes it out at all, that is The monitor turns it's head to watch Rivera as she scurries around it, her wings spread and her shotgun in her arms. It snarls again, but it doesn't have an effect on Rivera, although that's mostly because Rivera's too focused on needing to pee. Before the fight, Rivera decided to get used to her new hands. To do this, she did things such as pay for cups of tea, one bullet at a time, then stir the tea carefully, then take out the teabag, then she'd drink the tea, rinse and repeat. In hindsight, maybe she should of went to the range instead and taught herself how to reload properly and quickly, but as she runs around the dusty floor trying to force shells into the chamber sideways, she can only regret her poor choices. Not to mention her filling bladder. "Rivera!" Jessie shouts. "How's Rachie!?" Rivera keeps running, giving up on her attempt to reload and instead handing the gun and shells to Jess. "Wet, mostly" Rivera says, as Jess takes the gun and slides the shells in place. "Hurry up, yeah? O-or I'm gonna be wet too!" "What do you mean she's wet?" Jess asks. "She wet herself" Rivera states. "N-now hurry up! I want to kill this thing so I can pee!" "Why did she wet herself?" Jess asks, now concerned for Rachel's wellbeing. "Did she faint, has she been knocked out, i-is she paralyzed!? What's wrong!?" "Calm down! She's fine!" Rivera says, pushing her hands between her legs, deciding that Jess is too busy talking to give the gun back any time soon. "I guess she just needed to pee!" "People don't just piss themselves because they need to pee!" Jess says. "Something must have happened!" "Why don't they?" Rivera asks. "It's so much easier than waiting, and you just end up doing it anyway!" "Oh shut up" Jess says, looking toward Rachel and shoving the shotgun back into Rivera's arms. "I'm going to see if she's okay" "Thanks" Rivera says, taking the gun. "I'm gonna go kill the lizard!". And with that said, she charges toward the lizard again, which is ready and waiting for her. Rivera jumps into the air, aiming to land on the lizard's head. The lizard however decides that it doesn't want to wear Rivera as a hat, and so it swings it's tail at her, sending Rivera hurtling across the arena. She lands against the far wall, then slides to the ground, dazed but escaping any damage. The monitor turns around again, keeping Rivera in it's line of sight. It thunders over toward her, rearing it's tail to pound her against the wall. Rivera is still to stunned to react. The monitor huffs once, and is about to swing it's tail over when it's interrupted by another crack. A loud crack and a cloud of smoke signal Sam's shot at the creature. A single round hits the creature in the eye, causing it to rear up in agony again, roaring as it does. Sam feels a warm spot appear inside her skirt but manages to stop herself before she does anything embarrassing. Instead she stands still, pigeon toed and slightly terrified, clutching the smoking gun in her hand, watching as the lizard screeches. After a short while, the creature slams it's body back to the ground, and spins it's head around, casting it's good eye at Sam. Sam gulps. Sam squeezes the trigger again, sending the hammer down and firing off another round. Another crack, and another cloud of smoke, and the pistol round lands harmlessly in one of the creature's scales. Sam pulls again. A crack, a puff of smoke, and a miss. The round flies past the lizard and buries itself in the arena wall. The Monitor glares at Sam. "Oh no you fucking don't!" Rachel shouts, running up to the monitor and punching it in the snout. The Monitor casts it's eye over to her. She's stood in a boxing stance, arms raised, with a massive wet patch on her pants. "I'll show you I'm no coward!" She shouts, punching it again. The monitor flicks it's nose upward, catapulting Rachel a foot or two backwards. "Rachel! What the hell are you doing!?" Sam asks, confused and still pointing her gun at the monitor. "He made me piss myself! N-no-one makes me do that and gets away with it! Not even this bastard!" "You're going to get yourself killed!" Sam shouts. The monitor snorts again. "O-oh, yeah...forgot about that" Rachel says, as her piss-stained fervour dies down again. "I g-guess I'll let this one slide" The monitor isn't so quick to 'let this one slide', and rears it's tail again, before swinging it sideways at the two girls, knocking them both over. With both girl's lying face first on the ground, it raises it's tail again. Before it can swing however, another two loud cracks fill the air. Rivera charges up the lizards back, using her wings to keep balance. As she runs up the lizard's neck she pulls the trigger, and two shells get planted in the creature's head. It roars again, throwing Rivera off it, before it collapses onto the ground, defeated. Rivera clambers to her feet and runs over to the monitor. "Is it dead? Please tell me it's dead!" She says, looking over to Sam and hopping foot to foot. "Erm" Sam says, getting onto her feet. "It looks it" "G-great!" Rivera says, smiling. She turns to the crowd, looking for the man who announced the fight. "Hey! We killed it! Now let me piss!" The crowd by now is mostly silent. The five girls gather around the creature. Rachel kicks it in the teeth again for good measure. A short while goes past, as up in the stadiums nothing seems to be happening, save for the grand podium where the announcer is. There, people are talking. Back in the arena, the five girls have made their ways to the centre of the ring, with Rivera hopping foot to foot and holding her crotch in both hands. At the back of the arena, the door opens, and a girl comes out. It's the janitor girl from before. She walks over to them. "Hey" She says, stone faced as ever. "looks like you guys won, huh?" "I guess so" Rachel says. "Now we fight you, right?" "Yeah. Not now though" She says, grinning a little. "Looks like it's gonna be a tough fight for me" "That's one way to put it" Sam says dryly. "Still, at least it'll be over quickly for you." "Oh, you don't understand" The girl says. "I'm not going to lose the fight" "You what?" Rachel splutters. "There's five of us, there's just the one of you" "And we just killed the monitor" Rivera adds. "Big whoop" The janitor says. "So you killed a lizard, you also pissed yourself" She says pointing to Rachel's wet pants. "And you look like you're about to". "Can I punch her?" Rachel asks Julia, frowning. "I want to punch her". "If you do that you will be shot - there are sharpshooters around the place. Best you come in with me" She says. She turns around and starts walking. The five girls look at each other, shrug, and follow her. When the five make it inside, the group is followed by two armed guards. The Janitor leads them down a hall, then another, and then into what was once some kind of changing room. The five girls sit down. "If you need to pee, go now" The janitor says. Before she's even finished the last word, Rivera's tossed her gun to one side and is pulling at the straps on her armour Rivera tug at the leather holding her armour in place ripping off her arm pads quickly as she can. With each movement, she begins to lose control, and spurt after warm spurt are lost into her pants. She hops foot to foot, fingering for the zipper, clasping it in her hands and pulling frantically. Her fingers slip off where she's already begun peeing. Warm squirts shoot out at regular intervals. Rivera manages to yank the button off her pants and she pulls the zip open, before charging for a cubicle. As she starts tugging at the waistband to pull her pants down, her bladder fails her completely. The quiet room is filled with the sound of an all too familiar hiss as Rivera looses control. All the tea Rivera had been drinking catches up to her, and it pours out of her and down her legs. Her white panties soak in the flood, becoming quickly see through and slightly yellow, and very warm. Pee cascades out of her and down her thighs, running into the fabric of her pants, colouring them dark. The glisten in the electric glare of the one light bulb in the room. Rivera sighs as she gives up any attempt to hold it back, and the hissing gets louder. Pee runs down her legs and into her boots, quickly soaking into her socks, warming her feet evenly. With her hands still between her thighs, her palms get soaked as she pisses directly into them. Pee runs over her palms and through her fingers, dripping out and soaking into her pants. The wet patch streaks down the outside of her legs as her pants fail to hold any of it in, quickly reaching her knees, then her ankles, and then the floor. Rivera stands still, blushing and sighing, as her bladder empties itself after being held for so long. The janitor watches Rivera as she stands there, relieving herself into her clothes. She crosses her arms and waits for Rivera to finish. It takes a good minute for the dripping to stop, and then another ten seconds before Rivera turns around "Okay. Done" Rivera says, blushing. "I've pee'd. Who wants to go next?" "Shut up and sit down" The janitor barks. "And pick up your armour". Rivera sheepishly picks up the plates from the ground, squishing with each movement. "Arnold?" She says, looking up to the two armed guards. "Go and fetch me a coffee. I want to tell these girls how I'm going to kill them". "If it weren't for those guards" Rachel says, leaning forward. "I'd be drowning you in that puddle right now" "I'm sure you would" The Janitor sneers. Arnold walks over to the door, past the other guard. He opens it - but rather than leaving, he jabs something into the guard's neck. The second guard turns around, stunned. He puts his hand to his neck, before staggering over backwards and landing on the floor at Julia's feet. "Nice work Arnie" The Janitor says, now with emotion in her voice. "Now then, which of these girls was it?" "Err" Arnold begins. "Something with an R. Rita? Riveta?" "Rachel?" Rachel asks. "No, no, not Rachel" The janitor says. "Ricardo?" "Rivera?" Sam asks "Yeah! That's it! Which of you is Rivera?" she asks. "Which one do you think, Claire?" Arnold asks. "How many of these girls have wings and blue skin?" "huh, I guess it's just one!" The Janitor, Claire, responds. "So, Rivera!" "Yeah?" "Where'd you get those arms?" "What?" Rivera asks, a little shocked. "You mean the shotgun?" "No, the arms!" Claire says. "You never had arms back in Goldfall" "Goldfall?" Julia asks. "That's miles away!" "yeah, we get around!" Arnold says. "It might not look like it, but Goldfall is the home of the GMR" Claire says boastfully. "GMR? What is that?" Rachel asks. "Greater Metro Republic" Jess answers. "Your Warhog friend here knows what she's talking about!" Claire says, pulling a gun from her pocket. "Hey, what are you doing?" Julia asks, standing up. "Put that away!" "She's a warhog, she has to go!" Clair says, pulling the hammer back. "I was a mercenary - I-I was sold to them! I had no choice!" Jessie insists. "Then how do the Warhogs know you're all here?" "You point that gun away from my Jessie or I'm going to push it so far up your ass you'll have the barrel poking out your nose!" Rachel shouts, having stood up so hard she kicked the bench backwards. Rachel stand there for a moment, red in the face and breathing heavily. Claire puts the gun on her lap. Rachel waits for a moment before sitting back down. "Well then" Claire says after a while. "We'll go with plan B. We're going to monitor everything Jessie here does, and if she ever communicates with the Warhogs, we will have her arrested." "Deal" Jess says. "I've been trying to stay well away from those bastards, they want me dead." "That's a good point" Claire says. "Explains why they tied you up and threw you in the van with the others". "Now what then, Claire?" Arnold asks. "We haven't heard from Bill or Dave yet, but Lincoln says he could get a group in here and have us extracted back to Goldfall station" Claire thinks for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds good. I trust Lincoln knows what he's doing. Have him assemble an extraction team". She turns to the five girls. "Looks like you five are coming back to Goldfall!" Back in Goldfall, Emily has been called to a meeting with Goldfall's top brass. Police chief Shepard, Operation's manage Leonhardt, Marshall Patton, and head of Medicine, Dr Toboggan. "What's happening?" Emily asks, taking a seat at the table. "Lincoln sent me, told me it was important." "Yeah, it's important!" Toboggan shouts. "Remember that blue girl with them wings?" "Yeah" Emily says, nodding. She remembers alright - the blue girl had got her to wet herself on the one time that they had ever met. "What was her name, Riveta?" "Something like that" Shepard says. "Anyway, we need her back" "Why?" Emily asks. "She's not got anything to offer" "That's where you're wrong!" Toboggan shouts, getting out of his chair and getting way too excited. "We got a message from Claire and Arnie over at the stadium - blue girl with wings grows arms over night! So I thinks to myself, I know that girl! Now I want to know how she got arms - so we're bringing her back here!" "Err, sure" Emily says. "How do we plan on doing that?" "I thought you'd never ask!" Says Patton, leaning onto the table. "We're gonna send you to go get her!" "W-what? Now?" "No, not now - tomorrow" Shepard tells her. "You've got until midday tomorrow to get yourself a team ready to get in and out of the Arena. We need that blue girl alive - the other girls with her are acceptable casualties" "The girls who know what they're doing? They're the ones who don't matter?" "We'd be prepared to offer a bounty for the other three girls" Comes a woman's voice from outside the tent. Jennifer, captain of the Three Banners airship 'Albatross'. "Bring them back alive and well, and we can reward you all. They might know how we can break through the barbarian divide and unite the Republic with the Three Banners." "That is all." Shepard says. "You're dismissed, Emily." Emily stands up and leaves the tent. It's all a little much to take in. She has to reach the Stadium, infiltrate and extract four girls, and return with all four alive. And one of those girls is Rivera. End of Chapter One Thank you all so much for reading! I know my schedule has been worse than bad, so thanks for sticking around and putting up with my nonsense! Anyway - I suspect you're wondering what happens next. Wet in the Wastelands Chapter two will be beginning soon, focusing on Emily and co. as they attempt to extract the five from the Arena. Here are some things you can expect from chapter two: - Wetting - Desperation - Adventure - A coherent plot - A decent amount of focus on the original five girls - An upload schedule (maybe) - and all the sort of things you've come to expect! Sorry to change from the original plan of a second story alongside this one - but I won't have the time to do both - So I'll be merging them! And coming up with excuses as to why I'm delaying updates... Once more, a massive thanks to all of you! See you in the next chapter!
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  46. If they get paid for it, I don't really see why they aren't okay with wetting themself for real in all honestly, unless they REALLY aren't into it (And if that was the case, they just shouldn't do it ).
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  47. ***Mensturation warning. Tread lightly.*** I didn't think I'd end up doing a hold today,what with my monthly and all. But I guess I did. It started roughly around third period class. I had neglected going to the bathroom when my teacher let us,so I guess that came back to bite me in the butt. Luckily I was wearing protective underwear so that wouldn't have been a problem,I could have just peed in that right? no It was already heavily saturated with blood and general ick so I decided not to. Anyway I didn't let myself get up and ask the teacher to let me go to the bathroom unless I finished the morning work. So I did that,and then I left to the bathroom,bloody protective thing and all. (Actually I made myself wait,because I wanted to ;)) by the time I got to the bathroom I had to literally sideways walk to keep from flooding the thing. I got to the closest stall and locked myself in. Now that I could dispose of my evidence,I decided to just let go. I peed for about a while-some of it got absorbed and the rest spilled out through the sides. Simple,right? Right. And then I got rid of my evidence and put on clean underwear (no,not the protective underwear-a spare pair of panties I had brought just in case),cleaned myself up the best I could and went to class. Sorry if this sounds a bit choppy.
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