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  1. I wasn‘t sure about the best place to post this, but I guess it technically counts as a wetting experience, so here we go. I felt like having some fun at home and put on an old pair of sweatpants. Sorry for the awkward cropping of some of the pics but I‘m really paranoid about my room being visible. ? hope you all enjoy! I wet myself gradually, starting with a small wet patch and ending with large streaks down both legs. It was really enjoyable!
    8 points
  2. Matt and I have just returned from doing a trip around the UK and Europe. We had a ball, met some lovely people and saw some amazing sights, but for me it did give me some very stressful and embarrassing moments also. The flight we took was to take 17 hours none stop, and as we would be flying at night posed a huge problem for me. If you have read any of my stories you will know I have a really weak bladder and I still regularly wet my bed................ or I would if I didn't wear diapers So what to do, wear diapers or just risk it and run the chance of sitting in wet pants if I peed myself in my sleep. I wear either pull ups or Depend Fitted Briefs to work and as far as I know nobody knows except my boss. So that was my plan, I decided to wear a Depend under my track pants ( much easier to hide diaper bulk than jeans ) . I would also carry a spare in my bag just in case I had an accident and could hopefully discretely change without anyone knowing. My plan B was the have Matt wake me so I could go to the loo regularly and hopefully keep my bladder empty and lessen the chances of me peeing myself while I slept. We were all set I was confident I had every situation under control. We arrived and went through to the usual passport/ security thing, I had already put my Depend on, so I was extra careful to remove all my jewellery etc so not to set of the metal detectors. I was surprised by the level of security now at the airport and I was already getting nervous. Matt went through first, to his surprise he set the detector off. So he earned a pat down and another body scan. By now I am stressing, but I was still confident I didn't have anything metal on me. I walked through the scanner Bzzzzzzzzzzzz !!! Oh F*ck !!! "Step this way Madam, take off your shoes " I was told by the very efficient looking guy in charge, I walked through again Bzzzzzzzzz , my face started to glow red as I now knew I was in for a pat down. I stepped onto the yellow painted foot steps and awaited the imminent humiliation. He was thorough, I guess he was checking for drug smuggling as well. His hands moved full length of my body and then the moment I was dreading he patted my thighs and around my bum. There is no way he would have not felt that I was wearing a diaper, but being professional he never batted an eyelid. Maybe he just felt sorry for me. I was so glad that was over. We took off and I relaxed and settled into holiday mode. I started watching a movie and that's all I remember until Matt woke me for my " pit stop " Immediately I felt the urge to pee, god knows what would have happened if Matt hadn't of woken me. I watched for a short time hoping the couple of people waiting outside the centre loos would take their turn and I could just go in without having to wait. My urge got the better of me and I felt like I was going to wet myself. I decided that I had to wait for my turn outside the toilet as the line didn't seem to be getting any smaller. When I stood up I got a pang of urgency, I instinctively crossed my legs hoping to subdue the urge to wee myself. It worked and I tried to act as normal as possible as I took my place in the line. I hate waiting the more I look at the loo door the more I have to pee. Finally I was the only one, it was my turn of instant ( hopefully ) relief. I started to bob and twist my legs together, I was sure I being watched but I couldn't help it I was nearly pissing myself. I began to leak, I could feel it warm my nappy. The toilet door opened, a women stepped out I almost knocked her over trying to get in. I fumbled with the drawstring on my track pants, I had started to squirt pee into my Depend, in seconds I would be in full flood. Finally my frantic efforts got my pants and diaper down undoing the tab with one hand and the other pushing my pants down. Oh the relief !!! the whole plane must have heard me sigh. I surveyed the damage . In my rush I had peed on the seat as well. having averted one disaster I calmly set about cleaning up after myself, readjusted my diaper and re dressed. My decision to wear a diaper had paid off. I returned to my seat next to Matt, my diaper was wet but not sopping, I snuggled back into my seat got my wet spot in a nice comfy place and eventually went back to sleep. Matt woke me again just before we landed at Heathrow, by now I was more organised I took my bag changed into my dry Depend, neatly rolled up my wet one and slipped it in the rubbish. Made it !! but I don't know what would have happened if Matt hadn't of woken me. That's the first part of this little 4 week adventure, so its not long and boring I'm going to write it two parts. Next bit shortly .......... I promise
    4 points
  3. Reaaaally gonna need you to specify exactly what you mean there, champ.
    4 points
  4. I think this thread has solidified what I'll be wearing the next time I post wetting pictures: a skirt with leggings or tights underneath!
    4 points
  5. Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
    3 points
  6. Recently my girlfriend Emma and I went on a little outing. I thought I would do something a bit romantic for her as we had been going out for half a year now. Since it was a half year thing, I decided to take her out on a little picnic after work. I made some fresh lemonade for us to drink and poured it into a large thermos bottle. Then I grabbed the picnic basket, put some necessary items in it (plates, cups, flatware, napkins and such), and ran off to the store to get the food since I was running a little late. So there I was waiting in the shopping checkout line wearing a black vest top and a matching black knee length skirt with purple lace panties underneath after getting a few picky bits such as bread and ham to make sandwiches and some lovely little cakes for dessert. After I had gotten them I headed up to the cliffs above the beach near our town for a lovely view. I phoned her and asked her to meet me on top of the cliffs and then spread out a blanket and arranged the plates, cutlery and food on them, along with a small vase into which I placed a few fresh flowers I had picked. Then I waited patiently for her to arrive. The weather was a bit cooler than I expected it to be, and I wished I had thought to bring a sweater with me, but I wouldn’t have time to go back home to get one before she got there, so I had to make the best of it. It wasn’t too bad as long as the sun was out, but every time the sun went behind the clouds, omg… it gave me the chills. When Emma finally came into view over the little rise of the hill, I jumped up eagerly and ran to greet her. She looked so cute! She was wearing a light blue cropped top with a tight pair of light blue jeans so I could not see her bra or panties yet, but I was already imagining what she might have chosen to wear beneath them. When I touched her hand, it was cold and the cold made me shiver. and I felt a sudden pang in my bladder. I knew what the feeling signified. I really should have gone to the bathroom before I left home, but I was in a hurry. Now I had no choice. I had to hold it since there were no public restrooms nearby, and I didn't want to leave Emma alone on this special occasion. After five minutes of casual chatting, she looked at me and asked why I had done all this. I smiled and told her, " It’s our 6 month anniversary tomorrow, but I have to work… so I wanted to be able to do this on my day off." She was so happy, I swear I saw her cry a little bit at that point. Anyway, we had our meal and enjoyed it, and then afterwards we both laid on the blanket and watched the sun rays reflect off of the beautiful sea. We talked some more and kissed a few times before I suddenly felt another pang. This time it was much worse since I had had quite a lot of lemonade to drink in the meantime, and it was clear that it wanted to come out now, so I said to her, "Excuse me please, I really need to find a restroom." But like a naughty girl, she said, "Please hold it...for me." At first I really didn’t want to, but then she pulled the puppy dog eyes on me, so I sat back down and just tried my best not to lose control. I was pretty desperate by the time we packed everything up and on our way home I suddenly got the worst wave ever. And then I wet myself just a bit! I held back as much as I could but I knew at least a little squirt had come out and in public too. At least nobody was around to see it, thank goodness! But Emma knew I had peed a little because I had gone bright red. She lifted my skirt up to check the damage. After she saw the damp spot on my undies, she said "Oooh Kryssy, you bad girl, off with them now !" She was very stern but I love her to bits so I peeled them off and handed them to her. She said, "Oh Kryssy, you’d better make it the rest of the way home or your legs will get wet!" as we kept walking. It took all of fifteen minutes to get back to her place but I was truly at the limit of my ability to hold it in, and right outside her front door I lost it completely. I couldn't hold it any longer and it all came out at once. I wasn’t able to stop wetting now or hold back anything because my bladder had given up all hope of keeping it in, and I made a nice sized puddle just outside Em's front door as she watched with a huge smile on her face, omg... As much as I would love to tell you the rest, Im afraid I can't as Emma then took me upstairs to "get me clean." Hope you all enjoyed it :) Krystal Xxx (A big thanks to my big sis who had helped me write it up ^^)
    3 points
  7. I'm guessing it's because the majority of omorashi artists, like the population of most fetish sites like this one, is male. The majority prefers desperate women, therefore, that's what's most prominently displayed.
    3 points
  8. Sorry this response is so late! I had to take a breather after losing all that - I mean wow. Anyway - looks like you guys are deciding my pee-habits from now on! I can only imagine how this is going to go... @TtoxcsI absolutely feel like showing off! Round the block three times is the way home now! At least it'll give me time to cool down after that D-do I like the risk of being seen? W-what kind of girl do you take me for! I might though. Might. And if I did, this would be r-really exciting for me! If. I can't believe I held so much there, after drinking so much too! I better deal with this wet skirt though - anyone can see how wet I am right now. Also: I accept @AkenoSama's proposal of becoming a princess. I want you all to refer to me now as 'Your royal highness!'. Actually that might get annoying - let's stick with Jessie! Skirt...skirt...what to do...? I'm taking it off! This is really naughty! Anyone could see! I'll tie my jacket around me though - I don't want to be practically naked! R-right - let's get walking around the block! I'm out the park now, so it's just the block three times and I'm home. That shouldn't be too hard. It's getting kinda dark though, and it looks like it could rain. Walking around the block once will be about ten minutes. OR I could walk really slowly and make it fifteen - Walking around the block once will be about fifteen minutes. It's kinda cool out, the pavement on my feet feels way warmer than I thought it would though. It's kinda nice, I could get used to walking about barefoot. Although the dirt and potential to step on - or in - something might put me a little off. Dirty puddles for example - don't want to step in any of those! It's not too busy over here, but there's still one or two people - erk, here's one now! H-he's on the other side of the road - I'll stand casually behind this car! He's looking...I think he knows! He keeps glancing over! Come on, go away! I'm naked over here! ... Okay, he went! All is well! Let's keep going That's one time around. I err, I think I had quite a bit to drink earlier. Way more than I usually would, I mean. I'm not drunk - well, not very drunk - what I mean is volume! I've taken in a lot of liquid. W-why am I mentioning this? N-no reason. Those clouds are getting closer now. I never realised really how quiet it is around here. Usually I walk about with my earphones in, but it's totally quiet. I can hear the occasional car, I can hear birds, and I can hear my feet slapping on the floor. It's kinda weird hearing that last one outside! Oh crap, a car! Coming down the road - hide behind another car! ... They definitely saw me! The way I've got my coat wrapped around me mostly hides my panties - to someone glancing over I guess it would look like I'm just very skimpily dressed. I don't know if that's really much better! I don't look wet, so I guess that's kinda better. Speaking of wet, I really am right now. That's not all pee! Man! I gotta get home! Once more round the block, and then I'm home! Well, I really did drink more than I thought. I, uhh, I kinda need to, um... I need to pee again. W-wow, that really did go through me! First act when I get home is going to the toilet, right? N-no? I'll be fine for now, I mean it's only about a five out of ten. Maybe a six. Then again, I've gone from nothing to five in about half an hour... I can only imagine what once more around the block's going to do for me. Crap - another car! Hide again! This is so naughty! ... Okay he's gone! H-half way around the block again. Nearly home. Doing fine. Not already desperate again - How did this happen so quickly! I've only just pee'd! I might want to hurry up getting home now! O-okay, three times round the block! Done! Another ten minutes to my house, and then I can - I mean, you can let me - pee! I h-hope. Because I need to pee again. N-nearly there! M-man, I look bad enough walking around barefoot - never mind the fact I'm bottomless and completely soaked! My poor underwear's been through so much today! At least now I'm nearly home. Come on, nearly there. I can't believe how quickly I've filled up. Easily at a six out of ten now! How does the out-of-ten thing work again? I think 1 is 'you feel that you could pee if you tried', 5 is 'you're feeling the need to pee', and seven is something like 'you really need to go'. Eight is about to leak, nine is leaking, and ten is losing control. Yeah I'd say I'm bordering on a seven! At least I'm home now! Let me just get my... Umm.... Well. Well now. This is an issue. Err, I don't have my key. And I really need to pee! And I can't get in! Crap! Err, I know that there's a spare key in the back garden - I would need to climb the fence though... The front window's a little loose, I could spend another ten minutes trying to open that... Err, could you think of anything else? I can't believe I forgot my key! Why didn't you guys tell me! A-anyway, I really need to pee now - so hurry up! What should I do!?
    3 points
  9. Hey everyone. After my unexpected marathon in my last story, I wanted to give you all something short and sweet and a little different. Next story is already in the works, but not ready yet. Until then, I hope this will tide you over! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meagan burst into Parker’s room without knocking, and announced, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have got to piss like a racehorse.” Since it was also Mitchell’s room, and since both guys were present, this was much less exciting for Parker than it might have been. Meagan dumped her bag, turned to leave the room, turned back, ran to Parker, kissed him hello, waved to Mitchell, and bolted from the room. The two boys looked at each other. “So does she do this a lot?” Mitchell asked. Parker ran through several possible answers, from the bold Actually, we make a game out of it to the rather more cautious Nope, never never ever and why do you ask?, and settled on “Technically, this is a first.” “ ‘Technically’ ?” “Usually it’s her room.” Mitchell’s brows shot up. “Oookay then.” “And I can’t remember her ever saying ‘piss like a racehorse’ before…” “Actually, that wording didn’t surprise me much.” A minute later, Meagan returned at a far more laid-back pace. “Sorry to barge in, Mitchell,” she said, “but you know how it is.” “Yeah, when you gotta go…” “Wanna come back with me to my room, Parker?” she asked. She gave a faint quirk of her mouth that suggested she had something fun to tell him—and he wouldn’t need three guesses to figure out what. “Sure!” As they were leaving Parker’s dorm, which this year was not so far from Meagan’s, she said, “Let’s take the long way around, it’s a nice day.” And it was; the best of early spring. Sweatshirt weather, after the winter cold, but the sun was actually warm. By “the long way” she apparently meant walking in the exact opposite direction and heading out to the big lawn between campus and Route 64. When they were out of earshot from the afternoon post-class crowd, Meagan said, “So you can probably guess what I’m gonna tell you.” “How you got so desperate?” “Yup! With a little bit of an apology and a little bit of a promise.” “Okay.” “So our anniversary is coming up, as I hope you remember.” “Um… will you forgive me if I can’t remember the exact date?” “Well, here’s my thinking. Yeah, we could figure out the first time we kissed or something, but our first time having sex was kind of a turning point, huh? That was when we really started getting serious.” “Well, that and the night I confessed about my turn-on. And our talk on the beach in Savannah.” “All of which were within a few weeks of each other. Plus your birthday in the mix. So I thought we could do another big blowout right before Spring Break in honor of all of those various important days.” “Well, I dunno, I kind of like doing something special for each one…” “I don’t think I’ve got the time for that, I’m sorry. Since midterms are right in that stretch of time, too.” “Oh, okay.” But his heart sank a little. He’d been looking forward to wrangling alone-time from the relevant roommates on several consecutive weeks. “But I was thinking that, since it’s in honor of everything, we do it right, huh? And since it’s your birthday, we do it your way. Which means we turn it up to 11 and have sex while I am bursting to piss.” His heart rose quite rapidly. Nor was it alone. “I’m in.” “Somehow I thought you might be.” She grinned. “Anyway. I was gonna talk to you about all that pretty soon, but since it’s background info to my story, we’re talking about it now.” “Got it.” “So I thought: well, if we’re gonna go all-out, I should probably do what I’ve been meaning to do for a while now, and figure out exactly what to drink to get the most desperate.” Parker felt a jolt run through him, but he played it cool. “In the interests of science, of course.” “Of course! So I’ve actually been doing little tests for the last week or so.” Screw playing it cool. “That—Meagan, that is… shit, I don’t even know what to say, that’s how cool it is. I really can’t…” She grinned again. “It’s nothing, really. I drink a little extra before my morning classes, see how bad it gets by lunch. Never been a problem, because I am Meagan the Mighty, after all.” “All hail the Mighty One, the Steel-Bladdered, the Long Holder!” “Well, turns out even your favorite superhero has her kryptonite.” “Really? What is it?” “One step at a time. So I started basic: water. We already knew that enough would get me desperate, but it does take a lot. Still, I wanted a control.” “I’ve never been so turned on by scientific rigor.” “You clearly haven’t been reading the right journal articles, then. Anyway, I knocked back a full water bottle before class, and then didn’t drink anything else during, and then tried to judge where I was at by lunch. I still can’t do that whole ten-point scale thing, but I could say if I needed to go or not.” “Still with you so far.” “I tried out a few different things. Coffee, pop, orange juice… I didn’t try beer, not because I thought it wouldn’t work, but because I wanted to keep the levels constant and I can’t go to class buzzed, not even for scientific rigor. Not even for you, hon.” “I’m shocked that your love for me has limits.” “Mmmhmm. Anyway, coffee was definitely the leader. The others, I definitely needed to pee by lunch, but I could wait. With coffee I needed to pee but I decided I needed to go enough before my afternoon classes that I’d better pee at lunch. But I didn’t like how jittery I got drinking a full water bottle full of coffee all at once. So today I thought I’d try black tea.” “Aha.” “And I think we have a winner, folks. The boost from caffeine but with plenty of water involved alongside. By lunchtime I definitely needed to go. Just about as bad as with coffee, but not so shaky. Problem was, I had to stop by Dr. Vince’s office. He’s my advisor. Have you ever had a class with him?” “Not yet.” “He is an awesome teacher. I love him so much. But the dude is a talker. I think he’s lonely, honestly—a bad divorce, I think. Whatever it is, he talks. I seriously need to give it an hour every time I have to go get a form signed.” “I think I see where this is going.” “Exactly! I tried to just swing by his office, get the paperwork done, then grab lunch and pee, then get off to the next class. But I am dead serious, he sat and talked to me for half an hour with the form sitting unsigned on his desk—and I was absolutely fascinated the entire time. If I hadn’t been so hungry and needing to pee, I could have stayed there all day. He’s that good. I learn something every time I step in his office. But today I was a little antsy, as you might guess, but I couldn’t leave since I know he’d lose the form if I just left it with him. “Anyway, he finally notices the time and offers to take me out to lunch, since he’d eaten up most of lunch—” “Heh.” “Huh?” “Nice pun.” “…Right. I totally meant to say that and I will take full credit for it. I was worried about time, so he said he knew a little place that does these amazing burritos. Wouldn’t take long and I could take it with me. And they were huge, he says. Easily two meals. Well, I couldn’t pass up two free lunches. You know me. So I couldn’t afford not to. Besides, I’d get to spend another half-hour with Dr. Vince. I figured I could pee at the burrito place.” “Whoops. Famous last words.” “No kidding. The place is tiny. Like, three tables that seat two apiece, if you’re real friendly—actually, we should go back sometime, I wouldn’t mind being that friendly with you—and so: no bathroom. It’s really a food kiosk, only with a little seating. But Dr. Vince was right, they were fast. So we weren’t there very long anyway; we ate in his car as we were driving back. And he was right that the burritos were huge, I really did have a lot left over. So then I was worried about the leftovers going bad, so I race back to Bryant to stick them in the fridge. Put a label on them that I was getting sick, too, so maybe they’ll still be there tomorrow.” “Let’s hope. But let me guess: at this point you didn’t have enough time to pee before class started.” “Pretty much. Professor Stoltz is a stickler for being on time. She gets really sarcastic about it if we’re late, especially since we’re coming from lunch and theoretically have a whole hour. And since I need her to sign off on my thesis proposal for next year—that was what Dr. Vince was signing—I didn’t want to make her mad this week.” “And then you can’t leave, right?” “Actually she’s not so bad about stepping out. But I still don’t want to piss her off—heh, I am the Queen of the Unintentional Pun today, apparently—and besides, what she was talking about was actually pretty crucial. So I just held it. Kind of a mistake.” “Yeah? What happened next?” “Well, she held me after class! Wanted to talk about my thesis proposal. Then she called Dr. Vince over, and then they started talking, and once again it was totally critical for me to hear it and absolutely fascinating and taking forever and I’m standing there in the door of the classroom, half-in and half-out, and by now I’ve got one leg wrapped around the other and wondering if I’ll ever be able to escape and wondering why I need to pee so bad, since it was seriously the worst I’ve had to go in years when it wasn’t for your sake.” “Worse than the traffic jam?” “Okay, good point, but not quite the same situation. There I couldn’t lock down like usual. On the other hand, that time I knew that it would take me a long time to get to the bathroom. This time, the bathroom was literally twenty steps down the hall if I could just get away from my babbling profs. So my bladder was acting like I should be able to pee in the next minute.” “Uh-huh.” “So finally Professor Stoltz has to go, and Dr. Vince for once didn’t keep me—and just as I head to the bathroom, the janitor puts up the ‘Closed for Cleaning’ sign.” “Oh, wow. Terrible timing.” “Yup. So I go tearing down the steps, and in the lobby I’m looking one way to the bathrooms, which are all the way at the back when you’re on the ground floor, and I’m looking the other way at Bryant and thinking, ‘So can I make it over there, ditch my stuff, and call Parker over?’” “You were thinking of me?” “I was thinking of you the whole dang day, love, since this whole test is supposed to give you the best birthday present I can give. And I didn’t want to waste some perfectly good desperation—” “That’s a phrase I’ve never heard before.” “Well, you might get to hear it more with me around, huh? So I head for Bryant. But I’m halfway there when I suddenly feel myself start to leak. Like with the snow pants.” “Wow. All that just from some black tea?” “Black tea and Dr. Vince’s talking and a free lunch. So I look around and I realize that the nearest bathroom is actually probably in your dorm. So I headed for your dorm because I literally could not make it all the way to mine.” “That’s… really hot? Am I allowed to be turned on by this?” “Mmmmmmmhmmm. I wouldn’t be turning this into a epic tale of desperation and spinning it out if I didn’t want you turned on.” “Oh, whew.” “Did you really think I didn’t want you turned on?” “Well, it sure seemed like you did. But at the beginning you said ‘Don’t take this the wrong way.’ Sorry if I’m overreacting.” “I’m always grateful for your caring about consent, love. That is the kind of thing I really do not mind being extra-careful about. And yeah, I guess I did say that, didn’t I? I think what I wanted to warn you was don’t pop a hard-on then and there, ‘cause it wasn’t the time. Anyway, I clearly made it to your room without pissing myself, made it to the bathroom after that, pissed like crazy, and there you have it.” “Wow. Thank you.” “You’re welcome! But it’ll get better. Remember, I only drank one bottle of tea all day, and with a few delays, I nearly exploded after just six or seven hours. Just imagine what might happen if I drank two.” Parker shivered. “Plus some extra water when I get thirsty.” He shivered again. “On your birthday. And then I’ll take you inside me, even though I’ll be so desperate. And I won’t pee until you come.” He was just quivering uncontrollably by now. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just keep remembering that for the next few weeks. With midterms I can’t guarantee much more, although I’ll try to make some time for something, Dacy or Mitchell willing. But if we can’t make it work, you just keep remembering my promise. ‘Cause I keep my promises.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there you have it, folks. Stay tuned; part one of the next chapter should be going up in a little while.
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  10. I found one in Avengers Academy Issue 27! Molly Hayes was getting desperate and apparently a surprise attack scared her enough to wet herself. It's only mentioned but not shown though ?
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  12. One thing that I would like to see more of in omo porn is wet skirts and dresses. It seems that where skirts and dresses are being worn by models they are standing up when the wet and very little damage is shown on the dress, the model is wearing a skirt too short to actually get wet, or very frustratingly the model does't turn to show how wet the back of her skirt or dress has got. Any one else feel the same? I did though find this on a Tumbler site (don't know the original source so sorry if any rules are breached here). As you can see, she has really soaked her bottom. Mmm so sexy, so smackable. More girls in dresses sitting down when they have accidents please and showing us their giant wet patches. Does anyone else have any contributions?
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  13. Well I had quite a time last night! I've been seeing somebody new for the last few weeks. We have a really amazing sexual connection which is wonderful on its own, especially after several months of good-but-not-great sex I've had with other new partners since my big breakup this summer. Last night was the fourth time we've hooked up in about two weeks. While we were having sex, she asked me to tell her something I was into that she didn't know about. We had already talked about some less-crazy kinky things I like—basically light Dom/sub stuff, and public sex, which she's also really into—but this being our sixth date and fourth sexual encounter I just didn't really feel ready to talk about my big fetish (yeah, the pee one). I said something like "mmmm" and just kept going. But a few minutes later she asked again. I couldn't really think of anything else to tell her about that hadn't already been covered, and I started to feel deeply embarrassed. I lost my erection, and kind of clammed up. I lay down next to her and admitted that she was asking me for my deepest darkest secret. I told her it was something really weird, and maybe she would think it's gross... but she was so encouraging and I felt so close to her in that moment, finally I just spit it out: I'm turned on by the idea of people peeing their pants. Her reaction was, "Oh, that's it? I thought it would be something really weird, or like, violent." I really couldn't believe how nonchalantly she took it. I've only told two people previously. The first did not take it well at all, refused to participate, and we basically never brought it up again even though we stayed together for years afterward. The other was my last girlfriend, who eventually became quite indulgent of me, but I could tell she was disgusted by it every time. But this new person told me she was fine with it, said everybody's done that, and in fact she had peed her pants last year. And she said she would certainly do it with me. So I have that to look forward to! She also told me the story of how it had happened to her last year. She was on a delayed subway train home, and was extremely desperate when she got to her building. She got on the elevator with four other people, and the elevator proceeded to stop on every floor. Finally on the last floor before hers, as the last person was getting off, she just lost control. She was wearing a dress, so there was a big puddle under her feet. The woman who was getting off the elevator noticed it was happening as she got off the elevator, and she turned and said, "it's ok, we've all been there." So, basically a textbook elevator desperation fantasy. I couldn't believe it really happened! Needless to say, by the time she finished telling that story my erection was back, and we had a great rest of our evening. Anyway, I'll let you all know if and when we give it a try. I'm going to wait a while to bring it up again, but I'm excited to see what it's like to do it with someone who seems really open to it.
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  14. Guess who was brave enough... i went out drinking with a friend last night..it was very rainy in U.K.. I only went to toilet once... and we were drinking a lot! So at 1.30am we said goodbye to walk home..I needed to pee.. only 6/10 but definitely needed... i thought ooooo I will have to run to toilet when I get in, and then the devil on my shoulder popped up... i just relaxed whilst walking..I thought with would be a few leaks.. but was soon peeing a full bladder down my legs.. nearly ,t had an orgasm it felt so good.. finally stopped weeing and had to splash in a puddle because I'd filled my daps up with wee ? Im now lay in bed, refilled bladder deciding whether to be good ?
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  17. What better way to return to the scene then with a story. I hope I have not lost my touch and you all enjoy. ———————————————— The whole school had been buzzing with excitement all day. Homecoming could not compare, the football game tonight was the biggest of the entire season. Kaitlynn, a senior and well established member of the school cheer squad, had to be the most excited of all to watch her school face off against their rivals. The head cheerleader had been working on the routine for weeks, and by now it came to every member of the squad as easily as breathing did. All during the school day Kaitlynn was filled with excess energy in anticipation of the game. Kaitlynn had so much energy running through her at the end of the day that she decided it would be best to work out the nerves prior to by going for a run. So, she headed to the women’s locker room and went to her locker. She quickly changed into her gym clothes, grabbed and filled a water bottle, then made her way over to the track. She had sipped quite a bit of water on her way over so she refilled the water bottle once there and then set off to run a couple miles. By the time she had finished she had successfully worked out her nerves and did not have long until she would need to be out on the field. She quickly chugged down the rest of her water bottle as she made her way back to the locker room, ducking inside in haste to avoid being late. She strips down to the nude, her entire body exposed to the locker room air as she showered. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she quickly spun around to see Hunter, school photographer, standing behind her. He quickly looks up and down her naked form. “What are you doing in the woman’s locker room!” Kaitlynn squeals. Hunter shook his head with a laugh. “This is the men’s locker room. I forgot my watch in here after taking it off for PE class,” Hunter explains and he holds up the watch in question. Kaitlynn’s face turns bright red. Hunter just shakes his head, retrieves a towel, and tosses it to her. “You may want to hurry. The game starts soon and you wouldn’t want to be late.” “Thank you!” Kaitlynn tells him as she dries off, wraps herself in a towel, and swiftly leaves the men’s locker room before ducking into the correct one. She goes to her locker and pulls on her red cheer panties and short skirt before putting on a black push up bra and then the red cropped shirt brandishing her school’s initials. She double checks that her long, black hair is secured tightly into its ponytail, and fixes her bangs before finally putting on her socks and black tennis shoes and rushing out to the football field. The first quarter sails by quickly. She and the rest of the members of the team spend the majority of the time standing with only occasional breaks to sit down when there is action on the field or the referee is deliberating on a particularly tough call. The rest of the time is spent stood up, bouncing around and trying to keep the crowd’s energy up. At some point, Kaitlynn noticed Hunter standing to the side taking photos of the game and occasionally grabbing photos of the enthusiastic cheer squad as well. She then grows nervous. She knows he had already had his camera with him when he spotted her in the locker room. Had he taken her photo before announcing his presence to her? She suddenly became terrified of the possibility and so during the next lull in action she decided to approach him instead of sitting down. As she walked over she began to feel a pang in her bladder but she pushed it aside, it was not as if she could leave the field anyway. She walked up rob Hunter and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a single word Hunter was cutting her off. “I didn’t take any photos of you while you were in the locker room. Just so you know.” Kaitlynn blushed at having made such a snap judgment. “Sorry” she mumbled. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it is a pretty fair question. Looks like you’re up though, better go back over to your squad and look pretty” he joked. Kaitlynn nodded happily, feeling so relieved that she had not needed to worry. But her worries were actually just beginning. It was about halfway through the second quarter when Kaitlynn realized that her bladder was getting very full. Full enough for her to worry about. This was why she preferred basketball season. During basketball season they got to spend more time sitting and on break, and the nearest bathrooms were in the locker rooms connected to the gym so it was easy to sneak out for a quick pee break. On the football field you had to walk back to the school and then down several hallways before reaching a bathroom, which meant it took to long to try and sneak away during the game. Sure, for the spectators half time provided plenty of time for that, but the cheer squad has to do a routine at the end of half time to renew the crowd’s energy right before play restarts and the spectator induced lines would surely prevent Kaitlynn from returning in time for the performance. So she could do nothing but pray her bladder held out until the end of the game, even though she could feel it continue to fill. As the end of the second quarter neared, Kaitlynn was growing incredibly desperate. She was not sure how long the game had been going on by that point but it felt as if it had been hours. She cursed the shortness of her skirt, for making her panties so visible. If she leaked almost every move would expose the wet spot to the crowd. Signs of her desperation were beginning to poke through, but everyone else was oblivious to her plight. Everyone, except Hunter. Hunter had become fascinated with wetting recently, scanning through different sites and forums online. He marveled at the photos some people would submit, but had resigned himself to never having the opportunity to take such photos himself. But standing on the field, watching Kaitlynn silently struggle, he began to think his luck may have changed. He may have been school photographer but the camera was his own, and he had the perfect cover to take photos of Kaitlynn’s desperation since he was there’s no official school business to document the game for the school’s homepage. He decided that he would do his job yes, take photos of the football game he could barely understand, of the other cheerleaders. He would make sure he had amazing shots to present to the principal on Monday. But he would also make sure to get photos of poor, desperate Kaitlynn for his own enjoyment during the upcoming weekend. His Friday night had suddenly gotten a whole lot better. Half time rolled around and the bleachers began to clear a bit as people left to grab food and drinks from the nearby concessions stand or to run to the bathroom. Kaitlynn stared at these people jealously, wishing she were them before finding herself a spot on the grass to sit. She assumed sitting would help but even still she squirmed. She didn’t know how she would last another minute, let alone the rest of the game. She already knew there was no way she could squat somewhere with so many people out on the field but she looked around for one anyway, squirming in place and fantasizing about finding a secluded bush to squat behind and let loose. The image caused her to leak into her pants and she squealed in surprise before quickly grasping her crotch to prevent any more from leaking out. The other girls in the squad were all chatting and laughing with each other, oblivious to poor Kaitlynn’s desperate need as she jumped up and began to pace a bit, taking advantage of everyone else’s distraction to dance around a bit. Of course Hunter was not distracted in the slightest. He had excitedly captured photos of her squirming, had been delighted to grab one of her pressing her hands to her crotch to avoid leaking further, and he now had a few photos of her dancing around. He was in heaven and prayed the show wouldn’t end. He saw Kaitlynn suddenly plop back down onto the grass and decided to move as close as he could without giving away his actions, wondering what her next plan of action was. Kaitlynn had given up on the idea of making it through the whole game. Her entire bladder was on fire, but an idea had come to her mind. Some of the other girls had taken seats right by her and she was wary they would notice but she figured she could get away with it. So she carefully maneuvered her hands to underneath her and began to work her red panties down her thighs, exposing her womanhood to the grass beneath her. The other girls remained oblivious, even as Hunter’s eyes widened. It was hard to see and he certainly did not have the right angle to take a photo but he could tell. Yes he could tell what she was planning on doing. Feeling mischievous, Hunter went over and leaned down next to her, whispering in her ear “You really have to go that bad?”. Kaitlynn’s face flushed red, looking up at Hunter in panic. He snickered and say directly across from her. “I would sit cross legged or else you will probably wet your skirt” he advised. Kaitlynn knew he was right but they also both knew this would give Hunter a great view of the show from his position. He raised one eyebrow at her before she bit her lip nervously and then took his advice. Hunter was in disbelief, openly staring at Kaitlynn’s quivering vagina as she blushed. Kaitlynn hesitated for a moment but then swallowed her pride and let go, her stream pouring out of her. She sighed in relief as she slowly emptied herself into the grass, Hunter staring at the beautiful sight in front of him. What felt like only seconds later Hunter noticed something behind Kaitlynn and abruptly stood up, smirking at her. He then walked off back to where he’d have great shots of the field. Kaitlynn was about to question his sudden movement when she was surprised by the voice of one of her fellow cheerleaders. “Half time is over, time for our routine!” the girl enthusiastically told Kaitlynn before flouncing off. Kaitlynn panicked, cutting off her stream with great difficulty before pulling back up her panties. She prayed that her still wet urethra hadn’t left a wet spot on the panties as it would surely show. She though she would be able to relieve herself fully but having to stop prematurely had made her desperation worse. It was like her bladder had gotten to experience relief and now it demanded the whole thing. Kaitlynn wanted to cry even as she made her way to center field with the rest of the cheer quad to start the routine. Hunter had never seen a better half time show. He took professional photos as he should but made sure to watch the struggling Kaitlynn. The routine had so many spins, splits, and high kicks he could only imagine how much pain she must have been in. He hoped she would have to run off field desperate so he could get another show like before. Hunter knew the minute the dam broke. Kaitlynn’s eyes grew wide, freezing for just a moment in her choreography. The poor soul could do nothing but keep dancing but Hunter was in shock. From the sidelines it was hard to tell but when he zoomed in with his camera there was no mistaking the small rivulets that were starting to stream down her thighs. Soon those rivulets were pulses of occasional flooding and eventually the piss was just flowing freely out of her. Poor thing soldiered on through the routine along with the rest of her squad but Hunter was in heaven. Shockingly enough many of the crowd remained oblivious but Hunter was getting amazing shot after amazing shot of Kaitlynn’s humiliation. The other cheerleaders of course knew, how could they not when it was happening right next to them, but they too maintained a professional facade. Kaitlynn’s stream ended before the routine, to her relief, but several of the moves still flashed her sodden panties to the unsuspecting crowd and Hunter’s immense pleasure. Eventually the routine ended and, after a stern warning from the head cheerleader to be more careful of her bladder and several words of sympathy from the other girls, Kaitlynn trudged back to the sidelines. Once she got there Hunter walked over, leaning into her space again, and whispering into her ear “Now that I took photos of”
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    B Louise your a grown woman you can hold it
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  19. is just this ? she was about to pee in the shower but stopped, how does it continues ?
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  20. I really like how this one turned out, but I have some bad news. There is a very small chance that this will be the last thing I am able to draw here, at least for a while. It probably won’t happen, but there’s a small chance.
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  21. I’ve experimented with wetting myself for quite some time now, and I start to think it would really turn me on when I share my experiences. I’m not so much of a storywriter, but I’m thinking of taking pictures later today.
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  22. Yeah, it'd really depend on what exactly you're asking...
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  23. ^ I don't know why some people think this is like, a court of law or some other official thing. If someone gets rowdy and out of hand and starts causing drama, we don't write some official cease and desist, its more "Knock it off and quit being an idiot" Never understood why some people feel the need to basically whiteknight shitstarters, rude people, and other assorted unpopular folk as if they're some noble underdog. Defending a jerk who's being a jerk for being a jerk, just makes you look like a jerk by association. Its probably wise for most users to avoid this sort of thing, tbh. I'm 100% on board with Kirito on this one
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  24. Ok so here’s the story. I went to visit a friend that lIves 4 hours away last week. I drove down Thursday and stayed and left Sunday evening. I didn’t bring any diapers for the road trip becuase I didn’t want her to see them. I decided that on my drive home I would do a little challenge. So before leaving her town I bought a case of water bottles (I didn’t drink them all. But it might be odd to buy like 10 individual bottles. I was going to drink one bottle every 30 minutes, but I think I slowed down after I got desperate. The first hour was good. 2 bottles no problem. But by the third I was getting the urge to go. Probably a 5 on the scale. I kept driving and drinking my waters. 2 hour in And on the fourth bottle I was now at like a 7. Things were Not looking good for getting home dry. By 2.5 hours traffic slowed and I still needed to drink a 5th bottle. I was almost exploding now. Definatly at a 9.5 And was dribbling into my panties. I remember one time I hit a small pot hole and squirted out piss for like 3seconds. Well rush hour traffic solved that issue. Going to slow to hit a pot hole and spurt. I could feel it all about to come out. After 10 minutes of crawling around I couldn’t hold on. Right before I knew it was coming I started chugging I bottle of water. Then boom, a literal flood was coming out into my pants. They were immediately soaked. I had a plastic sheet that I put on the seat to protect it. After a minute plus of peeing it slowed. I sat in my warm pee becuase my pants couldn’t absorb it all. By 3 hours in traffic was returning to normal but I had 1.5 hours left becuase of the slow down. For the rest of the trip I drank 2 More bottles and peed whenever I felt the need. When I got home my pants were so heavy with pee. It had soaked them all the way down the legs. I took a shower and dumped out the plastic sheet in the grass. That night I slept with a diaper. I got home late and still had plenty of water in me. The next morning I awoke to a full diaper and a small leak. Hope I did a good job with the dare. It was so hard to keep drinking when so desperate. Can’t wait to her more dares and stories. Happy peeing.
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  25. So I went to go visit some friends of mine in Georgia this past weekend. The weekend was so much fun, but as with all good things they must eventually come to an end. Monday eventually came and it was time to go back home. I awoke early for my drive into Atlanta airport, which was at least 2 hours long. Add in the heat, humidity, the need for caffeine, and straight thirst, and I had polished off a coke and a bottle of water till I got to the airport. Once inside the airport of course there isn't time to pee so unfortunately there's no choice but to hold it in until you get checked in and through security. I still found myself thirsty and drank another bottle of water while waiting. Part of me was thinking, I shouldn't drink this water since I already have to pee, but another part of me is thinking, you don't want to get dehydrated. The latter part of me won. My bladder continued to fill as I worked my way through security, to the point that I had to give my crotch a few discreet squeezes as I waited. I FINALLY passed through security and thought to myself, I need to find a bathroom.....until I looked at the time on my phone. Then I thought to myself, shit, there isn't time. The plane is going to be boarding soon. I'm gonna have to hold it. I thought ok, I can make it. What choice do I have but to hold it in at this point. I got on the tram and began my journey to the gate, needing to give my crotch a few more squeezes along the way. As I arrived to the gate my need to pee was now at about an 8/10. However, there again was no time to go. I boarded the plane and took my seat. The plane itself was very full, which on hindsight was a good analogy to my aching bladder, which by this point was screaming for relief. Unfortunately, there was again no time to pee so I was forced to continue holding it in. The airplane seatbelt only seemed to make matters worse, as seatbelts always seem to do against a full bladder. As the plane was taxiing into position I'm continuing to squeeze my thighs and my crotch more frequently now. I'm also biting my lip and looking out the window to try and take my mind off of what at this point was my rock hard bladder. The plane finally took off and I was thinking, as soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off I'll go pee. After about 15 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off. I was about to get up and make my way to the bathroom when I saw 2 ladies and a guy get up in front of me. I thought to myself ok, I will wait until they are done, and then I will get up and go. I saw the 2 ladies make their way through the restroom and back to their seats. The guy was about to go in and I was about to get up when the pilot came over the intercom and said for everyone to return to their seats. Their would be turbulence and he was turning on the seatbelt sign. The guy who was about to go into the bathroom returned to his seat and I remained in my seat, continuing to hold my pee with every fiber of my being. My bladder was at a 10/10 at this point. I put the tray table down at this point so I could hold myself to keep my pee in. My bladder was soo stupidly full at this point. I felt like I had gallons of pee screaming for release. After about 10 minutes the seatbelt sign finally went off and I was about to get up to go to the bathroom, when I saw the attendants bringing out the snack carts. I thought oh for god's sake. Since this was a very full plane there was no way for me to get around the cart and the attendant. I sat back down, my bladder throbbing and screaming for relief. At this point I thought to myself, it's either the bathroom or my pants. Since the aisles were blocked by the snack carts and the attendants serving snacks I thought my pants it is. I put the tray table down and relaxed. Almost immediately I felt the first dribble escape into my boxer briefs. After a second or two it stopped, and then I dribbled again for a second or two. I felt better after I did this as it took the edge off, so to speak. I dribbled off and on for the rest of the flight and into the airport. I FINALLY found a restroom in the airport and drained my bladder for almost a full minute. It was ecstasy to finally pee after holding it in for all that time. My boxers were pretty damp and my jean shorts had a wet spot in the crotch (which I attached a pic of). After inspecting the damage I thought, oh well, shut happens, what are you gonna do?
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  27. This is a continuation of my story "A desperate punishment." If you haven't read the story though, it can be read as a stand alone as well. If you'd like to read A desperate punishment, the link is here. Emily's desperate test is based off of a comic i once drew. Without further adieu, here is my story. It had been two months since Serena had gone to Danny's party and had her unfortunate accident. She and Emily had been getting along great since her punishment. The whole thing really brought them closer together, and strengthened trust between the two. Today was just an average day at highschool for the two. Serena was eating lunch with some friends of hers in the cafeteria. Emily was up to her new favorite lunchtime activity; watching tv shows on the brand new tablet she had purchased. On this day, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white low cut tank tup that showed off her ample bosom. Emily had been absoluetely obsessed with her tablet and its various features. Lately she was either studying, or doing something on that thing. As she watched her videos she was pounding back Red Cow energy drinks. Red Cow was one of those drinks with the same ammount of caffeine as multiple cups of coffe in one can. Emily used to hate those things, but lately she'd been up late playing on her tablet, and Red Cow was the perfect way to make up for her lack of sleep. Emily had just finished off her fourth can as she heard the bell ring that announced that lunch was over, and the student's had 5 minutes to get to class. Emily packed up her stuff and through out all her garbage. She was too into her shows to notice it, but now Emily realised she had to pee quite bad from all her Red Cow. Her class was on the other side of the school, and her next teacher was Mr. White, the math teacher. He was very strict with students being late to his class. Every time they were late, a student would have to serve an hour of detention after school. Emily didn't want to serve detention so she decided to take her chances with just going to class. Emily arrived to her math class on time and got out all her supplies. Emily wasn't too worried about needing to pee. Mr. White wasn't the most lenient when it came to students using the bathroom, but he wasn't the worst either. He wouldn't let his students go during the first part of the class where he taught the lesson, but he let them go when he was finished. Fortunately his lessons were only about half an hour long. Emily would be in a bit of discomfort, but nothing her bladder couldn't handle. "Good afternoon class." Mr White said after all the students had arrived. "I trust everyone studied for today's test." "Test!? What test!?" Emily thought frantically to herself. She thought back for a second and remembered that yesterday Mr. White had announced a surprise test for today. Emily's eyes widened in sheer horror at the though of this. It wasn't that Emily was worried about the test, after all she always studied hard and was guaranteed to ace this test. What she was worried about was Mr. White's bathroom policy for tests, which unlike his policy for regular days, was incredibly harsh. Students were not allowed to leave the room, even after they finished their test. Emily cringed at the likely possibility that she would be forced to hold her pee for the full ninety minutes of the period. Emily quickly raised her hand. "Mr white, I really need to pee. May I please go before the test?" Emily asked as she blushed slightly. At 17 she was practically a grown woman. It was very embarrassing for her to admit her need to pee, especially a desperate one. Mr. White's reply was stern. "No. You should have gone before class." "Please sir. I had a ton to drink and i'm desperate." Emily fired back in her most begging tone. "Emily, at your age you can hold it." Mr. White then passed out all the tests, and sat at his desk grading papers from the morning class. Emily looked down at her paper. She didn't know how the heck she was going to hold all that pee for this long. She started doing her test, hoping it would take her mind off of it. The first few questions were easy. She breezed by them in a few minutes. Then came the questions that reqired a little more thought. The questions were minimising her discomfort, but Emily definitely still felt the urge to go. She was shaking her legs, and occasionally grabbing her crotch. Her train of thought was constantly derailing from the complex equations on her paper, and focusing more and more on her bladder. This continued for about a half hour, until Emily felt like she couldn't take it anymore. She raised her hand again. "Mr White." She said nervously. "I really, really need to pee. May I please go to the bathroom?" Mr. White looked up from his paper and simply replied; "No. You can hold it." At this point Emily's need had increased greatly. She was frantically shaking her legs. Her hands were grabbing her crotch far more frequently, doing anything she could to hold back her very full bladder. "Oh fuck I have to pee!" She thought to herself. " Why didn't i go before? At this rate I'm gonna end up pissing myself." She continued to do her work like this until she arrived at the final, and hardest problem on the test. To Emily'sunpleasant surprise, it was a word problem involving various calculations about a watefall. "Oh seriously!? How the hell am I gonna hold my pee while thinking about a freaking water fall!?" Emily Worked on the problem with one hand, while having the other one firmly grasping her crotch. Every so often she would use both hands to contain her bladder. She desperately worked on the problem until she solved it. She then looked over her problems. She noticed her work was good, but her penmanship was awful, due to all the fidgeting she had been doing. When Emily finished the test she looked at the clock on the wall. An hour and ten minutes had passed, meaning she had another 20 minutes to go until she could relieve herself. At this point she knew she would be wetting herself any second. She got up from her desk and walked towards Mr. White's desk to hand him her paper. She waddled as she walked, due to her bladder. She then pleaded her case one last time. " Sir, I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm about to wet myself." As soon as Emily realised what she said, sher face blushed bright red. She continued. "May I please go pee, now that i finished my test?" "No!" Mr. WHite shot back aggressively. "I'm sick of you students pretending you need to pee to go talk in the halls with your friends. I know you're faking it." Emily wobbled back to her desk with tears in her eyes. She was sweating profusely. She felt beads flowing on her face, legs and arms. One particularly uncomfortable bead she felt was on her breasts. It streamed right into her clevage, making her breasts all hot and sticky. Emily sat at her desk doing all she could to avoid soaking her panties in front of everyone. She was doing a full on pee pee dance in her seat. She felt her jeans physically pushing against her bladder, which had become so hard and swollen it looked like a bit of a gut. She unbuttoned them for the slight relief it would give. Emily sat there, sure she would have an accident when sudenly, she heard the most beautiful sound she could've hoped for at that moment, the bell announcing class was over. Emily ran as fast as her bladder would allow her to the toilet. When she arrived to the girl's room, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw what was there. Emily was stunned to see a long que of girls frantically pee dancing and crotch grabbing in a long line outside the girl's room. Emily was about to get in line, when suddenly, she felt a small spurt of pee go into her panties. "Oh crap no!" She thought to herself. Emily knew she would pee herself if she waited in this line, so not knowing what else to do, she decided to run outside. Emily found a space behind two dumpster. She quickly glanced around and saw no people around. She then began to take off her jeans as a couple spurts came out. Emily then went to take off her panties but then she felt a strong spurt come out. She knew there was no point in trying to remove her panties, so she just squatted down asd peed throught her panties. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Emily blissfully cried out as she was releasing the occean she was containing inside of her. After about thirty seconds, she heard a woman's voice yell out. "Hey you!" Emily was embarrassed beyond belief. She figured she would just face the person when she finished peeing, as there was no point in doing anything while she's peeing. Emily continued for another full minute until her bladder was finally empty. Her panties were completely soaked with pee. The pee stain went from her crotch all the way to her bum. A little pee had gotten on her legs, and a huge puddle had formed on the ground. Fortunately, her jeans were still dry. Emily looked up to see the person who yelled at her. She expected to see a teacher who would scold her, but instead she saw her friend, Serena giggling. "Hey Em, did i scare ya?" She asked as she chuckled. "Hell yeah you did! What the hell?" Emily fired back. "Well you really had to pee huh?" Serena said, changing the subject "Yeah, i drank a Bunch of red cows, and my stupid teacher didn't let me pee. Well, what are you doing out here?" Emily asked puzzledly. "I had gym class outside." Serena replied, pointing to the sweaty towel on her neck, and gym bag in her hands. "I can't believe I pissed myself, this is so embarrassing. I mean, adults don't wet themselves." "It's ok. Accidents happen." Serena said as she patted her distraught friend on the back. "Uhh, here, you can dry yourself off with my towel." "Thanks" Emily dried all the pee that had gotten on her off, and she tried as best she could to dry off the panties. Emily then removed her panties and Serena gave her, her gym shorts to wear under her jeans. Serena then put the pee soaked panties and towel in her gym bag. Emily then put her jeans back on. "Thanks Serena" "No problem, Em. Now let's get to class or we'll be late." The two girls continued about their days.
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  28. Well was up early today... had my last wee before 7am... busy all day, work n meetings... was going to go before I left work, but closest loo was in use so thought I'd go home.. a few grabs on way home left me dry, will maybe one droplet... got home, had to take a phone call.. completely pee dancing.. then housemate called and asked me to let her in, as she had forgot her keys... at this point I lost a big spurt.. started pee dancing like crazy, until I heard the knock at the door.. as I walked I started weeing.. but managed to stop after 10 sec... wiped my legs with tissue before opening door.. quickly said hello, losing a few dribbles due to no pee dance... finally got In Toilet, already weeing just finished in my knickers.. thought I was going to have accident on front step! Oops! IMG_0812.MOV
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  29. Couldn't you have just PMed them?
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  30. I know it's an old thread but do you remember where in the game this is of what NPC/quest it's from?
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  31. Glad you enjoyed your walk. Hopefully the wetness dripping down your thighs isn't too distracting. You're missing your keys, huh. Better go pick up your spare. Try to get it quickly. If you wait to long you might not be able to both hop the fence and hold your pee. You wouldn't want to put on a show would you? As punishment for your forgetfulness I think you should hold it until you're at a solid 9/10. No peeing or taking off those panties until then. Though feel free to just sit and wait hovering over the toilet waiting until you're desperate enough to let go and let your waters cascade down and mix with the waters below.
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  32. I didn't know that... sorry @CarmenCD
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  33. Makoto Niijima joins the Phantom Thieves, and she looks like she came right out of a post-apocalyptic biker movie.
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  34. View File Mary Must Run --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THERE IS A MORE LIGHT VERSION IN MP4 FORMAT!! SO THE DOWNLOAD WILL BE FASTER!! <---- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oranges are being squeezed through a juicer. The liquid splashes into a glass. Mary watches hypnotized as the juice spills over. Her bladder reacts instantly. She's on her way home, carrying heavy shopping bags. Men can relieve themselves at a tree or wall. Women can't. What an unjustice: Mary must run! The lost short, finally got by the director. Note: If you like the desperation, this video will be for you a beautiful artwork. Note 2: If you can not play it, use VLC player Submitter Papergami Submitted 04/30/2018 Category Desperation Clothing
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  35. @Anubis you better stop copying her or i will LICK your pages!
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  37. I just thought you'd all like to know: https://www.worldbedwettingday.com/ Great time to share pics and videos ? Rach
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  38. Look, I appreciate you're trying to be helpful and all @Brittanybunny, but at this point you're just creating needless drama here. I've been running this site for roughly 8 years now, and that's long enough to learn and understand how specific people work and realize trying to be strictly professional and civil with them virtually never leads anywhere productive, so occasionally yes, we do vent and we do make examples out of people we know try to actively mislead the public and/or actively support or condone unethical behaviors. I'm sorry to be a bit rude and blunt here, but I really don't need you trying to tell us how to do our job. You've voiced your opinions. Repeatedly. We've read them, now please stop trying to tell us how much you disagree with how we are conducting ourselves in this thread. We get it. At this point you're just becoming annoying and a bit pretentious. If you think you would do a better job handling the drama and nonsense we have to deal with on a daily basis, you're free to try running a community like this yourself. At this point, it doesn't appear this thread is going anywhere otherwise productive, so I'm going to go ahead and lock it.
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  41. Been in a few situations where the queue for the ladies toilets has been huge and the queue for the men's has been really short (or even no queue at all). I remember a few times in school going to the toilet at the start of breaktime and there was a very long queue out of the door for the girls but no queue at all for the boys. The girls would sometimes moan about how unfair it was that they had to wait. I remember seeing a beautiful Indian girl standing near the back of the queue with her legs crossed as I went into the boys toilets , and when I came out, the girls queue hadn't moved forwards at all. I caught her eye and she rolled her eyes and gave me a look of pure frustration! I also remember going to a music festival in the UK called Download where in the campsites in the morning there were very long queues for the portaloos, located right next to the urinals. There were loads of desperate looking women in the queues who had to stand and watch the guys freely using the urinals. I remember getting a lot of jealous looks from bursting, cross-legged women as I walked past the queue after peeing in the urinal!
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  43. I went to the cinema yesterday accompanied by a lady friend who is not into omo as far as I know, but she is a bit dominant and controlling person and has issue with people who are not submissive and don’t do things as she says. I hang out with her on more occasions in the past and she always tried to control my toilet visits if I wanted to use a toilet at unappropriated time, like in the middle of the movie or pee somewhere public. She didn’t even let me drive and we used her car. As suggested in the challenge, I wore tight light wash jeans and put a sanitary pad in my panties to absorb first leaks. When we arrived to the cinema, she told me to use the man’s room, because she knows about my weak bladder and occasional wetting accident and didn't want any surprises in the middle of the movie. So not to look suspicious, I visited the man’s room before the movie, but I didn't pee. I didn’t even have to go at that point. Before going in the cinema hall, I bought a family pack of popcorn and in the package are 2 big Cokes, so I made sure I'll have to pee before the end of the movie. When I drink half of liter of Coke, it's almost guaranteed I'll have to pee badly in next hour and I didn’t empty my bladder for a while now. So I wasn’t surprised when my bladder sent first signs of urge to pee even before I finished my Coke. I got really desperate at about 1/2 of the movie. It was time to tell her I need to use the bathroom. As expected, she said "No, you can't use the toilet in the middle of the movie. It’s embarrassing. You can hold it." I followed her demand, even I was on the verge of peeing myself. When first leaks went in my panties, I ask again and told her I really have to go, otherwise I might wet myself. She replied “Can’t you wait until the end of the movie? If I can do it, you can do it too.” I guess Coke made had desperate too. I gave in and waited for another 10 minutes. At that point I couldn't hold it anymore and big leak went in my panties. Sanitary pad was at that point totally soaked, panties were wet too and a small wet patch appeared on my pants as well. Now I really had to go and I told her that I just can't hold it anymore and I’ll wet myself in a minute. She realised it’s really bad and with a dissatisfied voice said “ok, go if you have to. We don’t want to make a puddle.” I got up and left immediately, but I was waiting too long and while fast walking towards the toilet another big spurt surprised me and immediately a stream followed. I stopped, put my hand between my legs and pressed legs together, but it was too little too late and I was totally peeing myself in the middle of a hallway, even that was not the plan. I wanted just wet panties and maybe a wet spot between my legs on my pants. With much effort I managed to stop peeing in a few seconds, but pants were wet all the way down to knees and it showed well on my tight light wash jeans. When I stopped peeing, I just run to the man’s room. Immediately I got rid of wet sanitary pad and clean myself as best as I could. I also peed some more in the toilet. Now it came the hard part. Telling her what happened. I sent a text "I wet my pants before reaching the toilet and I'm going home. Sorry! I’ll take a taxi". She immediately texted me back not to go home and I should wait for her in the parking lot next to her car. She will take me home. It was not something I was particularly keen on doing, but I didn't dare saying no and I obeyed the request. I left the man’s room and headed for the parking lot, because I was expecting her to come right away, but she decided to watch the movie until the end, because it was only about 15 minutes left and wanted to see the end. I was waiting for her in totally wet pants for about 20 minutes in the middle of the parking lot. Quite embarrassing and it felt like an hour, but I managed to avoid most of the people going in and out of their cars and luckily it was already dark outside and her car was not parked near the street lamp. Before she arrived, I had to pee again. I didn’t want to go inside the cinema again, so I squatted next to the car and emptied my bladder. Pants were already wet anyway. I made a wet patch on my ass a bit wetter and made a puddle under my feet, otherwise it went well.When she finally arrived she was a bit irritated and asked why I didn’t tell her soon enough how bad I had to go. Well, I did, but she didn't want to hear it, I guess. But of course, I didn’t dare to say it, I just mumbled “I don’t know”. I did complain a bit about waiting for her in the parking lot and she told me to shut up and be happy she will drive me home. She also told me she forgot to go to the ladies room when leaving the cinema and she is now desperate because of me. I hoped she would wet herself in the car, but I guess she has an iron bladder, because she managed to hold it all the way to my place. Even she was not in a good mood, she accepted my invitation for a drink at my place because she had to pee and as compensation for all the trouble. I guess she was not that mad anyway. After all, it seemed as my accident was her fault. When we entered the apartment, she actually run to the bathroom and pee. She had to be really desperate, otherwise she wouldn't do it like that. She is too much of the lady and never shows her weaknesses. After a couple of minutes it was my turn for the bathroom and I could wash myself and changed my clothes and pee again. I just done it while showering. When we were both officially ready to enjoy the evening again, I managed to gradually get her back in the good mood and evening ended up good after all.
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  45. I think the moderators are an awesome bunch of individuals who work tirelessly to help moderate and keep this place under control. They are all long-time respected members of the community whom I personally trust deeply, sincerely respect and thank for everything they've done for me and this site both. Also, I am not a cat. I am a dog.
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  46. I remember when I was four years old (I think) being desperate to pee while I was brushing my teeth for bedtime. I usually used the toilet after finishing my teeth. This one time I had to go really badly, but didn't want to change my routine. Just as I was done brushing my teeth, my bladder let go full force, immediately spreading through my pants. Since I knew that my pants were wet anyway, I just stood there relieving myself and completely soaked my jeans right next to the toilet .
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  47. And that's why we should all log onto SWTOR and uh... roleplay.
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