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  1. 3 points
    Ok guys as promised here it is! So I woke up Monday and decided to have some fun with this before work and holy shit I've NEVER pissed myself so many times. Monday morning I woke up and did my first roll for the Roulette. My challenge was to drink one cup of water and one cup of tea every thirty minutes and when I felt I had to pee hold for 3 hours. The place of wetting I rolled for was on the toilet, but through underwear and I had to do this whole thing again one more time before bed. Finally when I got to bed, I have to wear 5 pairs of underwear with nothing else. As in the description in the rules, I'm to keep drinking and not get up till morning. I started my hold wearing a t-shirt, pajama pants, and my favorite briefs to wet. I like them because they are tight fitting and black. I skipped my morning pee and did my 4 glasses for the first hour going about my day, talking to some friends, and making breakfast. By the end of the first hour I was having to go pretty badly. I was going to try to hold while getting some work done but after the next two drinks, I couldn't focus on anything except not pissing myself. I put on a show to try distract me but I was barely paying attention. It also didn't help that I had to decently pee when I woke up and was crossing my legs through the first hour. After glasses 5 and 6, I was frantically desperate to pee. It was like someone had dropped a ton of bricks on my bladder and I could feel it start to contract. I sat on my chair crossing and uncrossing my legs. I should also mention there were people home coming in and talking to me as well. Everytime I was alone I was squirming like crazy trying to hold it. Right before it was time for drink 7, I felt a leak in my underwear. I squeezed as tight as I could, overwhelmed with and urge to just release. I was at that point where I was a 9.9/10 and just wanted to piss myself so bad to relieve the pressure. I felt my bladder start to squeeze and I fought as hard as I could to keep it in. But I ended up letting out a big spurt that went right through my pants. My red pjs now had a golf ball sized wet patch on them. I immediately got up to go to the bathroom because I was about to lose control. As I was walking upstairs with a blanked wrapped around me, I started spurting every step. I managed to hold it as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. As soon as I did I started peeing myself and the stain spread all over the front of my pants. I ripped them down still peeing into my underwear and sat on the toilet. I sat down and felt the warmth crawl all over the front of my crotch and down the sides of my legs. I had to sit down with the seat up or it would be all over the floor. After that I took a shower and pleasured myself. It felt so incredibly good. Now, I cheated a bit here because the rest of the day got really busy and I didn't have time to do anything till late. So I decided I would do the bed challenge the next day (tonight). But since I got dubs as seen above, I had to do this game two days in a row. Today was insane. My rolls today were: two drinks of water every 30 min, lose control anywhere but naked, hold for 3 hours, and do this 3 times before bed. Each time I re rolled for the place, drink amount, and time. Today I was wearing shorts but decided to change into my dark blue tight jeans. I decided to have extra fun and wore my unwashed underwear from the day before. They were still a bit wet and cold but didn't really smell. After my jeans on over them, they became cold and a bit damp as well. I started my two glasses as I talked to friends and played some games online. It didn't really hit me much and was uneventful until glasses 3 and 4. I started to get desperate and was about a 7/10. My legs were bouncing back and forth because when I crossed them, the waist of my jeans pushed into my bladder. I was starting to really have trouble focusing as my need grew. I couldn't tell if i leaked bc my underwear was still wet from the other day. Soon enough my friends left and I had glasses 5 and 6. After this many in an hour and a half I'm filled to the brink and ready to burst. I sat back down and was a 9/10. I was holding myself, squirming, doing what ever it took to hold. I felt strong urges wash over me with my body begging me to release the river in my bladder. I decided to keep it interesting and pee outside in my yard...this was at 1am so it was pitch black. I hobbled to the back door and felt a strong contracting grip my bladder. I muttered under my breath as I started to pee myself. I could feel the thin stream gushing into my pants as warmth spread over me. I managed to stop after 7 seconds, but the whole side of my pants were soaked. I finally got outside after regaining control and remembered I was supposed to lose control naked. I took of my shirt and then bent down to take off my socks. I had another urge come over and peed for 2 more seconds in my pants. I got them off ripped my pants and underwear down and peed naked..outside...technically in public. Thankfully there was no light and no one could probably tell what I was doing in the darkness even if there was someone. I put my piss soaked underwear back on and put the rest in the wash. I did a re roll and got 1 glass every 30 minutes, pee in your room, and hold for 2 hours. I kept my wet underwear on and put the rest of my clothes back on. Immediately I felt the effects of everything I had drank the past 2 hours hit me again. You guys know that second huge pee that comes after a big hold? That was hitting me and I had to drink a water to start the challenge. Within 10 minutes I was already leaking about to burst into my pants all over again. I had a huge urge hit and squeezed my legs as hard as I could but I couldn't hold it! I was in the kitchen and I heard a hissing sound as I started having an accident. I bent over and regain control, but the gathered up pee went down my legs onto the floor. I went upstairs and stopped halfway up because I was violently pissing my pants. I got to my room and put a bunch of dirty laundry on the floor and started peeing myself while I stood on them. My pants got absolutely drenched, but it felt so good for relief. As a punishment for cheating out the night before, I kept my black briefs on and decided to wear them until the morning. I re rolled for the last time to wear my favorite outfit, 2 80z drinks every 30 minutes, and hold for 3 hours. i put on my favorite wetting jeans that are skin tight. They must have shrunk because I couldnt quite get the zipper up all the way! My bladder was so weak from the last two holds I was already starting to squirm. I drank 2 glasses of water and went down to begin working on this story. Within 5 minutes I was burtsting all over again. I couldn't believe how weak my bladder became and that I was about to piss myself again for the 3rd time in an hour. As I started to type this up I tried as hard as I could but I let out a massive leak. I had no control over my bladder and accidentally started wetting myself in my chair. My pants were so tight that it pooled up around my crotch for the first few seconds and didn't really spread. I stood up and pee cascaded down my legs and I managed to stop the flow after 10 seconds. I felt better but definitely didn't let it all out. I continued to type and started feeling desperate again, but I thought I could hold it. Without warning my bladder took over and I started pissing myself. I was absolutely soaked and started to make a puddle on the floor. I ran up to the bathroom peeing myself as I went and sat on the toilet and exploded into my pants and underwear. I thought it would be a nice touch to come full circle. Well here I am about to go to bed still wearing my soaked underwear under new pjs. The top half are soaked btw, from my piss soaked briefs underneath. I havent had anymore water as to not get water poisoning just in case . I cant believe it but I'm frantic to pee again and about to wetmyself for the fourth time. Theres NO way I'll make it to morning. Ill update you guys in the am! The first image is my leak after peeing naked. The second one is my second hold after I soaked myself. The last image is the first giant leak I had while typing this up. Hope you guys enjoy! Heres the link for those who dont already know about it: https://www.faproulette.co/4224/lose-control/
  2. 2 points
    Posting this is kind of really embarrassing so please be kind I ended up going a lot this time ;0;!
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    So I have tried to start a post before and it didn't take off. Seriously, their have to be more videos of smoking and peeing. I wont try to do that again (but please post if you have some) this may be more to everyone's tastes. Looking (and posting) videos of girl next door. No fancy camera work or acting. just peeing! hope not two many r reposts. Wetting Vids — happypantypisser why not.mp4
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    Finally recovered from being ill, but in my excitement to make a new video I kinda rushed this one, so the quality isn't as good (and I really wanted to do a wetting in this kit for awhile). Oh well...that means I have to make another one, hopefully sooner rather than later! cyc24.wmv
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    Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
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    I've been trying to test the benefits of water as more now than ever, "drink lots of water!" is being shoved down everyone's throats on Instagram, as a mix of "summer glo-ups challenges" and "it's hot out" commentary. I also have a relatively weak bladder and a dedication to spending hours watching YouTube and playing Overwatch, which makes this annoying. So, I decided to try holding it. I usually hate the discomfort of having a full bladder, so I tend to go as soon as I feel a relatively strong urge, but drinking five bottles of water made that happen very quickly and I was getting bored of it. So, I decided to test how long I could bear to hold it, and with a catch: I really wanted to try what it was like to wet my panties. It's always fun to watch others do it, so much so that I never imagined needing or wanting to do it myself, as I didn't see the appeal of personally doing it. So, I wanted to see how it felt, but I wanted to have a lot to work with. I was only able to really hold it for about two hours before it became too intense, though I couldn't just let go on my bed and really didn't feel like doing a lot of cleanup, so I tried to experiment in the bathroom, where it's all easily cleanable tile and ceramic. I tried going in the bathtub first, sitting on the ledge of it, in nothing but my underwear, just releasing. The feeling of the warm wetness in my panties honestly felt so good, but it wasn't all that entertaining to just sit on the side of the bathtub so I decided to stand in it instead and just let go. It mostly began running down my legs from the sides of my underwear which felt both good and bad, but ultimately got me excited, so I tried stopping and touching myself and more just spilled out of my underwear that had apparently just pooled there. I massaged it until it stopped dripping, and then sat on the toilet to try going there where I'd be more comfortable to release my bladder, though not removing the underwear, and it felt better than standing, partially because there was no cleanup to worry about, and especially because I could feel it running down my butt and fulling wetting me. I also began to feel other urges, and if you're squeamish about messing, just flip past to the next paragraph, because I decided to have a bit of extra fun. I didn't want to actually mess my underwear, because I didn't feel like cleaning that mess, so I just took them off, and squatted on the floor in front of the toilet with some toilet paper down to lessen the mess. I don't know how some pornstars can do messing without peeing, because I couldn't stop my bladder and by the time I managed to relieve myself, the paper to catch my mess was already soaked with pee even though I was sure I was empty. I made quite a few dropping before cleaning up and wiping down the floor and flushing. It was all just so fun, and I can get the appeal of actually doing it yourself! It's freeing, fun, and arousing, and I am already drinking more to prepare to wet myself again, and I may try again in the future. If you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm not so comfortable taking pictures, but I can write with pretty good detail if anyone's interested in detailing what I do like that.
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    So this happened about a couple months ago. I came home from work, took off my uniform and had a quick shower before I take my usual mid day nap. Its around 5:30 when i lay in bed and set my alarm for 8:30pm. (Yes i know my naps are long and sometimes the length of a full sleep) I later wake up to my alarm blasting in my ear looking for the yellow snooze button on my Iphone. I hit snooze and lay on my back, when i feel a pressure of me needing to pee. I ignore it as i am too comfortable and tired to get out of bed right away, along with the amazing feeling i have holding it. I tend to fall back to sleep for a few minutes before my alarm goes off again and i finally get up to go about my night. I get up, put on some grey sweats and a shirt when i hear someone message me. It was one of my girl friends ive known since i was 13. She wanted to know if i wanted to video chat with her and another mutual friend. So i reply with a “sure let me set up my ipad” and do just that. By this time im about at a 8.5 out of 10 but feel like holding it more. This is when i had the idea of trying to completely pee myself while on video chat but make sure no one even notices. I set up my ipad and chug a bottle of water and get the video call. I quickly grab a folded up towel, place it on my chair, sit in the towel and answer. We all greet each other with our “heys” and “what uuup” and start chatting about random things throughout our day. About 15 minutes into the call i feel all the water i just drank hit my bladder, hard. I went from an 8.5 to a 9.5 really quick. I start easing my hand down and hold myself discretely and keep chatting. A few minutes go by and they both go to grab something to snack on and by then i could finally hold myself with both hands. I shove one hand under my sweats but above my briefs and the other ontop of my hand to keep pressure. They come back and i go back to normal. As i remove my hand i feel myself lose a bit as it started to get a bit warm around my crotch area. It felt so good but i held it a bit more so it didnt pour out onto the floor and make a loud noise. Another couple minutes go by and i start to give in. As im listening and chatting i start peeing a little at a time. The first spurts come out into my briefs and i fell that warm and wetness spread and get onto my sweats. I take a quick look down to see how much i let out and i notice a wet spot the size of my palm already formed. I continue chatting and let out some more, starting to feel the warmth spread to my thighs and a couple drops go down my right leg. I secretly put my hand under my sweats to try and hold it a bit but by this point i had to go now. I relaxed and started peeing completely, knowing at this point it wouldnt make noise on the floor. I continue peeing, having it spread through my entire front half of my sweats and fill the towel completely. After about a minute of peeing, i finish and continue chatting for about 20 more minutes before i told then i had to go to sleep for work the next morning. I hang up and check the damage. My sweats went from light grey. To dark grey completely. I take a shower, clean up and get ready for bed and think of another time i could possibly do the same thing again.
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    So, after reading all your other posts, I just have to ask. Are you teaching English "ironically"?
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    Okay, let's see if I've got this straight. The person you were discussing this with was a former student and you used an example of a current student requesting advice about bed wetting, to get a conversation started with the former student, who is now a friend of yours, correct? If that is the case, then why not say that in your first post? If you would have said that from the beginning, your OP would have seemed less creepy, however... If I want to discuss a fetish of mine with someone else and would like to know if they have it also, I'm not going to beat around the bush and hope they spill their guts. That is what you seem to mean when you're talking about this "blowing wind" stuff. If they're a friend that I trust and they trust me, if I feel like discussing something personal, I'll just come out and ask them if it's alright to do it. If they say yes, we'll discuss it openly and honestly. I'm not interested in telling them some story about giving someone advice about a wetting problem, just so they'll say, "Aw, you're such a kind person! By the way, I like omorashi!" If I tried it, it would never work. Anyone that tries your suggested method is going to be horribly disappointed if they expect it to work. If someone used your method for the sole purpose of getting someone they are supposedly friends with, to reveal personal, embarrassing information to them, then they're not a very good friend are they? They are a creep, pretending to be their friend. I must ask, which one are you? You cannot be both. Also, no, I have not read your MO. I don't follow you, so I may have missed it. Perhaps you could enlighten me, since I wouldn't know where to begin, to search for it. I don't mean to be rude, but the way you have presented us with your story is the perfect example of how not to do it. If your students (if you've got any) just rambled on and on like you do, then no one is going to be interested in any presentation that they do. If they don't fall asleep, they're going to be very annoyed. I know I would be. It's not the spelling, necessarily, that is the problem, it's the horrible punctuation, unclear explanations, run on sentences, and the lack of paragraphs. Goodness, I would expect a student that is still learning how to use the English language in writing, to write a post like yours. I would withhold judgment if they explained in the beginning that they're learning and not very good at it yet. It would be understandable then. Someone who teaches people how to do this, is not going to write like you do. The only word that comes to mind when you assert this is, "Bullshit!" That you even expect us to believe you, is laughable. QFT! All of these walls of text are headache inducing...
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    Uwooooah... Cute, daring and a, quote, "Huge Lesbian"? Can't get much better. swoons All things that I readily approve of! (Gayest ladies represent!) Edit: Also, I'm not normally super fond of bigger boobs, but you're rocking them in a way that just works, huge bonus to the omorashi, I say.
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    Sorry for the usual long delay, but the newest update is finally here! With this, Chapter 3 has been released and, unlike in previous updates, free play has been reinstated already. Hope you like it and please let me know your thoughts on the newest content as usual, or if you have any questions or doubt about the new implementations just leave a comment or message me directly. Thanks for the patience and support. : ]
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    A 1997 French short film about a young Parisian girl unable to relieve herself on a hectic day. Although there isn't any explicit wetting, there's a slow buildup of some good desperation. IMDb: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0177112/

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    Ripped it here: Tiny Pee Compilation Pee in Pants Pee in Calvin Kleins - Pornhub.com.mp4
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    These are awesome pull-ups, not because of how they fit, but because of how they make me feel. They are almost discreet enough that I would consider wearing them while changing in a public change room. The only problem if course is that as soon as you remove them, it’s a dead giveaway that they are a diaper/panty and pad system. So it would have to be a change room where you are changing clothes and not undies... But logistics and mechanics aside, there is something about the diaper that is trying very hard not to be a diaper, which I find very sexy. Big poufy diapers are very obviously diapers, and Goodnites and other pull-ups, regardless of how many cute pictures they put on them, will still always be pull-ups/diapers. My metric I suppose is that if you went to a sleepover and someone saw you wearing any of these things, they would immediately know that they were diapers, and that they were for bedwetting. I’ve got a lot of complicated feelings about this kind of diaper, many of which lead back to actual sleepovers and trip experiences where I wore Goodnites in crowded rooms with other girls, with nothing but a pair of huge panties and large PJ bottoms covering up my diaper from the world. Does anyone remember when Goodnites came out with those sleepshorts? The pink and blue super cheap feeling ‘paper’ shorts that scarcely concealed a diaper portion? My mom got a pack of these when they first came out, I must have been in jr. High or early high school, and we only ever tried one pack. They were ridiculous (and leaked and tore). But I did like the idea that they were not trying to be a diaper. I could imagine myself being at a sleepover and almost just wearing the shorts and saying things like, “yeah, these are my sleep shorts.” I suppose one of the reasons I like diapers that try very hard not to look like diapers, is that you know what they are, and this little secret gives you power against the world, and control of the situation. Because they are discreet (or trying to be, depending on the diaper), and few will notice that they are a diaper, you can flick on and off the switch in your head that says “You are wearing a diaper in public and people can see.” This level of control of a situation to me is empowering. You can switch on ‘embarrassed mode,’ and get the full blast of complicated feelings that come with embarrassment, but you can also turn this mode off and go about your day. Control is sexy. So is consent. Ok, on to today’s adventure, though I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this. I found a bunch of Goodnite TruFit’s in my diaper box the other day and have been dying to wear them. I find them a little tighter than usual Goodnites, particularly around my thighs and I don’t really like to spend the night in these, they are just not that comfortable. They seem to breath less than regular Goodnites and it’s been getting hot. Plus, I can wear anything to bed, and it’s not a big deal. Plus I’ve been wearing protection to bed every night since November, and only recently stopped, so I wasn’t keen on doing it again for fun. But the TruFit do offer other possibilities. So the other day I slipped on a pair, or rather pulled on a pair, taking care to stretch the leg holes out just a little bit more, as they are not built for womanly legs. I chose the polka dot ones because polka dots. Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of myself in Trufits, as people are always asking for pictures of my in my panties, rather than just picture of them wet on the floor. By the way folks, if you want to see more pictures, you can purchase my panties, Trufit included, from my website, it’s also a nice way to say thank you if you’ve gotten off to a bunch of my writing. See you almost can’t see the padding, and even then, it could be a thick period pad. They definitely don’t look like diapers. And here’s the thing, if you were at say a sleepover, if anyone saw them and knew what they were, they would also likely be a bedwetter. And yes, I realize that this isn’t necessarily the case, they could have seen an ad or have a younger sibling, but this is definitely what I would have told a teenage Rachel wearing these to a sleepover. Changing in these in a public changing room, one could also use that rationalization, but it would also be likely that other women would know they were Goodnites because they used them for their kids, less so themselves. Anyhow, I pulled the TruFits on, and put on a slightly-shorter than knee length skirt. It’s been super warm out lately (and cherry blossoms are everywhere, Vancouver is beautiful this time of year), and it’s becoming skirt weather. I also chose the skirt because it does leave ones ‘panties’ slightly more exposed. When I was growing up, and on the occasions where I’d wear pull-ups to school our out in public in general, I’d always take several precautions: - I’d almost never wear a skirt, much less one this short. Long dresses were great for concealing diapers and had the added advantage of not having waistband issues. - I’d typically wear loose fitting trousers/jeans, and a big pair of panties over top the pull-up, for ease of changing and to cover the noise and waistband. Today, I did none of these things. It was just a thin layer of grey pleated fabric between my diaper and the world. I wasn’t working this day, so I decided to go out to the park and read in the sun. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done now that the weather is better and this is kind of my idea of the best afternoon ever. So in the morning I puttered around the house doing housework, and even used the toilet to pee a couple times. These ‘panties’ are still a diaper, and you are aware of the thickness of the padding in them, and the gathers and leg elastics were a little tight against my skin. After a quick lunch and a huge glass of ice tea, I grabbed my purse, a full water bottle, a good book, a light jacket, a sun hat, sun glasses, my bike helmet, and headed out to the park. I opted for a more wild park a little further from my home, and ended up biking over. Perhaps the odd motorist could see a flash of purple as the wind made my skirt flutter? I highly doubt it, but this is the level of exhibitionism with which I’m comfortable. Once I got to the park, I found a nice picnic table and set myself up for a good long read. I read for about an hour before my bladder reminded me that I had drunk a bunch of iced tea before leaving home. I let my bladder fill to about a 7 on the old desperation scale, before relaxing and releasing it entirely into the Goodnite TruFit. Before I did so, I moved my skirt out from under my bum, just in case there was a leak. Wetting a diaper in a skirt is an incredibly forgiving act, particularly if you are standing or sitting in the correct way. I could have been wearing regular big girl panties and the only thing which would have given me away would have been the growing puddle under me. I could have waited longer, but I find it hard to read when I’m super desperate. The TruFit doesn’t quite absorb pee as quickly as regular Goodnites, and the soft pad inside them (which is a little hard to get in), feels softer but also bulkier than regular Goodnites. I could feel the pee flooding over my girl parts deliciously. I didn’t quite like how it stayed on my skin for so long, but I did enjoy the feeling of feeling the pee slowly be sucked into the thirsty pad. I sat there and read for another 30 minutes wearing my soaked Goodnite, but I started to feel a little wet and uncomfortable, and because I was sipping from my water bottle in the hot sun, I soon had to pee again. Now one of the new Goodnites can take a full Rachel bladder laying down, but these TruFits can hold a decent amount, but I don’t trust them with two full bladders. While it would be easy to pee them and have them leak, I wasn’t quite in the mood to try. I was more revelling in the feeling of wearing a wet diaper discreetly in public, and the tightness of the TruFits themselves. Because of the seal the tight elastics cause on the legs, you do feel like you are wearing plastic panties and the you could soak them and all that would result would be a bubble of warm pee held against your vulva in tight plastic – delicious. As my bladder approached a 5, I got up, and walked to a nearby rec centre. It was the closest public washroom I could think of which wasn’t one of the ones in the park, which I find horrible and frightening. Feeling the warm wetness of the Goodnite under my swishing pleated skirt felt nice. I felt like the TruFit make my butt look a little big (see above) but not necessarily in a bad way, and under a skirt, a lightly bigger butt felt nice. I sauntered into the rec centre, and went straight for the ladies room. I pulled down my ‘panties’ and sat on the toilet to pee. Pulled my panties all the way down to around my ankles, just so that if someone did see my feet and panties under the stall door, they would see that I was wearing a ‘diaper’ or at least not ‘big girl panties.’ Again, my very subtle form of exhibitionism. I then slipped them right off and after drying myself and rubbing the skin where the elastics had left red lines around my thighs, I snapped a couple of pictures for you. As you can see, the pad got pretty wet. I was rather impressed at how you can clearly see how the pad whisks away the wetness from top to the bottom. The ‘this side down’ label really is important. Feeling inside the Goodnite, I found it to be mostly dry and I wiped it down with some toilet paper just to be sure. I left the rolled up pad on top of the toilet paper dispenser absentmindedly, along with the panty portion of the TruFits. As I was snapping these pictures I came to a startling realization: I had completely forgot to bring a fresh pad for the Goodnites! I now had a couple of options: 1) I could go commando. But there was no way! I was after all, riding my bike home and wearing a not too long skirt. I am not the kind of girl who goes commando, plus, 2) I could slip into the emergency backup panties that I always have in my purse. As most of you will know, I always have a plastic baggie with a fresh pair of panties in it just in case. 3) I could wear theTruFit home without a pad. This wasn’t too appealing as the inside of the TruFits are pretty plasticky and it would be super sweaty and uncomfortable, particularly on my bike. 4) I could put in a different kind of pad into the TruFit. I decided to try the latter. So I rummaged around in my purse for a pad. I couldn’t find one, which was a bit of a surprise. There was a super thin panty liner, but this would be like putting a Band-Aid inside the TruFits, and about as absorbent. So I flushed, rummaged around in my purse for some change, and leaving it hanging on the door of the cubicle I scurried out to the pad dispensing machine to buy a pad. The washroom was a relatively large one, with 6 stalls in it and people coming and going. While I was at the machine I caught out of the corner of my eye another woman approach my stall and pushed the door open to go in. I quickly turned and casually blurted out something like “Oh I’m using that one, I’ll just be a sec,” while I retrieved a pad from the machine. The woman mumbled an apology, looked at me a little strangely, and then moved over to another stall. I went back into my stall, and to my horror saw the very obviously wet TruFit pad sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, with the TruFit panties sitting on top of them! While TruFit panties might look like real big girl panties when they are being worn, they certainly don’t sit on things like big girl panties. The internal gather structure causes them to stand up, so they maintain their form. The woman must have surely seen both the pad and panties! I was horrified and my heart rate jumped up. I closed the stall behind me, pulled my ‘panties’ down and sat on the toiled to calm down a little bit and also to revel in the feeling a little bit as well. I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into the TruFits. I contemplated things and decided to pull them off to take a picture of the pad in them. It looked lost inside the waterproof purple plastic interior of the TruFits. I snapped a couple of pictures as I was certainly going to share this little adventure with my kinky friends. I even ‘accidentally’ dropped the TruFits on the ground, so that they might be visible from outside the stall. This is basically what the lady would have seen when she opened the stall! Anyhow, I calmed down, pulled the TruFits on again, opened the stall, and without looking around, washed my hands and made a quick exist. The ‘panties’ felt less comfortable with the tiny pad in them while I cycled home. By the time I arrived home the water from the water bottle, which was all but empty at this point, had worked its way through to my bladder and I was once again at about a 6 or 7. While standing in the elevator therefore, I relaxed and released my bladder into the TruFits. I could feel the pad getting overwhelmed by the pee, and quickly stopped. My bladder was fuller than I thought, and after 10 seconds of peeing I could feel the pad becoming overwhelmed. I had no desire to pee the floor of our buildings’ elevator, or run into any neighbours with pee running down my legs, so I bore down as best I could and stopped the flow. I could feel a large wet bunch of pee sloshing about my ‘panties’ as I walked down the hall to my apartment. I was afraid to bend over and take off my shoes, lest the large amount of pee in my ‘panties’ splash out all over my carpet, so I went straight into the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom, I released the rest of my bladder. I could feel the TruFit filling up. It was holding all the liquid in, for the time being, and so my lady parts were suffused in wetness completely. When I shifted just a little bit, a cascade of pee overwhelmed one of the gathers and flowed down my leg. Bending slightly to pull the TruFits down, had a similar effect. I got them off, but I ended up leaving a considerable puddle on the floor of my bathroom. This is what I found when I very carefully pulled my TruFits down in the washroom. As you can see, the pad was sodden, and the gusset area of the ‘panties’ was basically just pee. More pee leaked all over the floor when I stepped out of the TruFits. My socks and shoes were just a little wet. My legs were soaked with pee and my vulva was quite literally dripping. The puddle I left on the floor was so big that I had to use a random pull-up from my collection to soak it all up. I spilled pee all over the floor when I picked up the TruFits to empty the significant amount of pee that remained in them into the toilet. Inverting them didn’t work very well, as the pee just got caught in the upper portions of the waterproof pocket which holds the pad in place. So I had to wring them out. I hung them up on the shower to dry, before drying myself off with a towel. I would have showered but I was too excited and made a beeline for the bed, where I masturbated myself to a warm wet climax. My husband was not a little surprised when he came home to find my TruFits still drying on the shower.
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    Chapter 4 “Oopsie, I didn’t think of that!” She giggled. “I guess I’ll just wait for them to dry. Or, I know, I could jump in the creek and tell my mom I fell in!” “No, that’s a bad idea…” but she had already jumped into the creek and was bouncing around, splashing water everywhere. “Hey, it’s nice in here, you should join me.” “No, thanks…” but she was already pulling me in. I tried to fight it, but for such a small girl she was remarkably strong, and considering I was so skinny she had no trouble getting me into the water and dunking me in it. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one,” I growled, swimming over to her as soon as I surfaced. She squealed with laughter and started swimming quickly away, fleeing in mock terror. Eventually, I caught up to her and yanked her underwater, holding her there for a couple of seconds before letting her surface. “Should we head home?” “I suppose that we should,” She groaned, hopping out of the water and then offering me her hand, which I took to pull myself up. “So, I slipped in the water and then you jumped in after me to make sure I was safe.” “You sure you’re good with being the scrapegoat?” “I got no objection.” “Cool. Let’s head on up then.” As we walked, our clothes only partially dried, and when we got home my mom was two seconds from flipping before Sophia quickly explained what had “happened”. My mom calmed down a little after that, but told Sophie to be more careful and instructed us not to go inside until we had dried off enough that we “wouldn’t be dripping all over my floors and messing everything up, y’hear?” She was then nice enough to bring us out tall glasses of lemonade and a bunch of watermelon that we gorged ourselves on. After eating, Sophie looked at her watch and screamed lightly. “I have to go pick up my little sister from preschool!” “Is she at the town preschool?” “Yes, I think so.” “Well, then, let’s go get her.” “Oh, I don’t need you to help me.” “I know. I want to.” “Thanks!” She exclaimed in a way that brought color to my cheeks, which she laughed at. We walked, chattering on excitedly about something or other; I’ve long since forgotten what. Have two eight-year-olds ever had a meaningful conversation? If so, I don’t remember it. Our town was very small, and so the preschool was merely four or five blocks, a short ten minute walk. When we arrived, her little sister ran up to her, saying “where were you? I hafta go potty so bad! Who is that? Eww, it’s a boy!” Sophia said nothing; she just turned to look at me, rolling her eyes. We walked back to her house, her little sister following the odd rhythm of rushing ahead, stopping to hold her crotch until we caught up with her, then rushing ahead again. When we neared her house, her little sister stopped on their doorstep, said “uh oh,” and looked down at her pink leggings while they turned a far darker shade of pink. Then, obviously not deterred by her accident, she merely shrugged and headed inside. The next day at school would prove to be an eventful one. Sophia wore grey shorts and a teal tank top, and we walked to school together. On our way over, I challenged her to hold it the entire school day. She grinned at me and said, “I don’t know if I can do that, but I’m sure going to try to.” That day, we actually started to get into learning, as we had gone over expectations the prior day and we needed to start learning. I was always a stellar student, and so even having Sophia right next to me did not deter me from paying attention to everything the teacher was saying and then being the first one to finish the assignments. At lunch, I discretely asked Sophia how she was holding up. “I guess I’m ok. I had it bad a couple times in there, and almost leaked once, but I think that I can hold it.” “I don’t want you to wet yourself in class.” “Neither do I, Dav. But I’m not going to back out of a challenge that I’ve already agreed to.” “You really don’t have to follow through with this.” “Yes I do.” From there, I had to back off of her. As I learned that day, she will never back down from a challenge. (Believe me, that was used to my advantage many times – I will probably talk about those experiences sometime later.) During class, I did see her squirming about, and at one point Mr. Dirole even discretely asked her if she needed to go to the bathroom, which she of course denied and simply told him that she was just super excited to learn. He did look skeptical, but he certainly wasn’t going to press the issue. After class, Sophie quickly grabbed her backpack and gestured subtly yet urgently for me to follow her out the door. I did, and followed her while she raced out to the back field and into the woods. Without a word, she dropped her backpack, raced about fifteen feet away from it, squatted down, and began peeing through her shorts. While I watched, a dark patch formed on her grey shorts and began to spread all the way down them until they were almost a uniform shade of darker grey all around. Suddenly, from behind us, we heard a female voice say, “What are you doing?” We both spun around quickly to see a girl from our class standing there, slack-jawed, obviously having seen the whole sequence unfold. She was taller than Sophia, of Asian descent, with long black hair. She wore a pink dress that only came down to around mid-thigh. We both quickly tried to explain what she had just seen unfold, but obviously could not explain that. Fortunately, she didn’t seem appalled, merely intrigued. “I want to try that!” The girl exclaimed. We were both taken aback, but Sophia was a lot more prepared to handle it than I was. “Are you sure you can keep your parents from finding out?” “I’m… I’m not sure.” “Well, do you do your own laundry?” “No…” “Well, then, I would suggest you don’t do it. However, if you still want to try it tomorrow, you could just bring two pairs of panties and throw one of them away.” The girl’s face, which had fallen, brightened immediately. “I’ll do that, then! I’m Katie.” “Nice to meet you, Katie. I’m Sophia. That’s Dav. Do you want to meet us right here tomorrow?” “Sure! See you guys tomorrow!” She then ran off, cheerfully whistling while Sophia and I exchanged a look of relief and excitement.
  18. 1 point
    Well, most of my fantasies involve any form of wetting (aside from diaper usage), and often in combination with other fetishes. Though I don't strictly have a bondage fetish I do have a particular thing for bondage-induced wetting and kind of want to experience it myself, but it would require a second person which I'll never be able to find, partly out of fetish shyness. (Unless there's a way I can tie my own hands and untie them easily somehow, but I highly doubt it) But what makes my fantasies weird sometimes is when they enjoy it. I mean, it's common for people here to wet for fun, I mean finding they enjoyed an accident, leading to them getting either an interest or a fetish for it. Other weird aspects include them peeing for extended periods of time, or several times in a row, or else peeing at the slightest hint of fear, excitement, or laughter. And of course there's the concept I thought of a sort of amusement park where people go specifically to get put in situations where they get desperate and wet themselves.
  19. 1 point
    A harsh icy wind blows through the air, whistling through the trees. Liliya, sheltering her eyes from the snow with her hand, steps outside, bag and rifle ready for another harsh day. Her thick boots keep her feet warm despite the cold, though her thinning grey/brown coat is not quite so effective. Today Liliya was to take position in a prepared sniping spot, a small wooden shed hidden by snow. She shoulders her rifle, a Mosin Nagant m91/30, as she prepares to leave. Heading back inside the log cabin one last time to record her day in her journal '27th January, 1940. West of Murmansk. Today is the push - the boys will launch their attack on a well defended Finnish position near the forest, their gunners have taken out many of our men. My job today is to pick off anyone who might attempt to flee. The mission begins as soon as the first wave of bombers makes their move' Closing her journal and putting it into her bag, Liliya takes one last look at herself in her mirror. Two blue eyes look back at her, nested neatly amongst her pale freckles. Her short, blonde hair is tied neatly in a small ponytail, which reaches to just above the collar of her coat. Her coat, a long coat that comes down to just above her knees, is adorned with the usual paling red lapels is mostly bare, the material having suffered in the harsh cold winter on the Finnish border. The brass buttons gleam slightly in the morning sun, the Soviet star catching the light and reminding her who she's fighting for; The motherland, the Soviet Union. The vast uncaring land who's government is tossing it's people to war like bones to a dog. Still, it's better than being sent to a Gulag. Barely. Liliya leaves her cabin, rifle in hand, bag slung over her shoulder, preparing for another cold day. Today she will be alone and well out of the effective range of any of the machine gunners it is her job to stop from retreating. Not out of the range of artillery though, which had almost caught her a handful of days prior, when her position was discovered. Luckily for Liliya, she had the sense to run when she saw the guns fire, but sitting inside cover she less able to flee if they did ever spot her. Wondering if she'll be coming back again, she puts on her grey fur hat, and sets of to her new location The Icy air takes a turn for the worst fairly shortly, and soon the snow is pelting Liliya, still en route to her position. In the distance she can hear gunfire, but only just above the howling wind. She can see the cabin now - a small wooden shelter, well hidden behind bushes, and a whole lot of snow. The window to shoot out of isn't massive - maybe the size of a chair seat, hardly enough to keep out the wind and snow, but large enough to have a good view of her target. She opens the cabin door, and walks in. The cabin is hardly a five-star resort, mostly bare and made from slightly rotted wood, but it'll do the job. Inside the shed is a table leaning against the open window, just the right height for her to lie on and have her rifle poke out the window. No need to start yet, so Liliya takes her binoculars from her bag and takes a look down range. She can just about make out the enemy position through the blizzard and woods - The Finns have dug in, and have erected wooden walls and barricades. Their trench line has the occasional protruding turret with a mounted machine gun, and a handful of ladders are propped against the back wall for if they need to flee. In Liliya's experience however the Finn's don't often need to flee, and even when they ought to they rarely do. But today should be different, today the red army was bringing the big guns. The target itself wasn't massive, but it was a highly strategic point for the Finns - it overlooked the Soviet lines, and had become a real thorn in their side. The men in the trench regularly set up traps for Soviet tanks and supplies, and the reds had lost three tanks and a couple tonnes of food to Finnish mines that week alone. Liliya, deciding she has time before the attack starts, takes out her journal again, and begins to write. 'Today's attack will begin with a light bombing raid, followed by shelling, and finally tanks. The position will be entirely destroyed, command thinks they have ammunition and supplies in their trench. We are ordered to kill every last man we can, to try to scare the Finns into submission. My cabin is well placed to see any men that try to flee, though it is very much bare - a table, a chair, and a bucket. As much as I do not like the bucket, I will have to use it soon. Wait - I hear engines. The bombers are arriving, I better take my spot. My bladder will have to wait.' Liliya climbs on the table and aims her rifle down toward the Finnish position, carefully focusing her scope to get the clearest view. She takes quick stock of what she has on her - Her bag, a canteen of water, a packed lunch, and a small bottle of Vodka she had been given by her sister before she left, which she drinks to calm her nerves. She has a spare six stripper clips for her rifle, and a small Makarov pistol for emergencies, and spare magazines for two more emergencies. She hopes she won't need to use the pistol, or the rifle for that matter. Shooting at fleeing men isn't allowed by the League of Nations, but then again, neither was invading Finland, which had got the Union expelled from the league. Not like the League could really do anything else... Looking back out the window, Liliya catches the bombers fly straight over-head. A squadron of five old Ilyushin's, their roaring engines causing Liliya's cabin to shake as they flew over. Liliya's orders were not to move unless attacked or until the reds had captured the Finn's position. She chambers her rifle and gets ready to shoot, doing her best to ignore her bladder, which has been slowly filling for a while now The Ilyushins reach their target, dropping their payloads as they do. A good three seconds between Liliya seeing the bombs drop and hearing them explode. The raid isn't the most succesful, and the Finn's are quick to respond with their anti-air guns. Liliya watches the guns shoot round after round at the bombers, one being caught with a direct hit in the fuselage, falling flaming behind the Finnish lines. The bombers circle round for a second run, and this time the Finns take down another two, one catching a direct hit in it's left engine, the other being hit by the first falling bomber. Both planes crash into the forest flaming as the sound catches up to Liliya. The remaining two bombers return to base, thundering again over Liliya's lookout, shaking the table as they do. Dull thuds from behind the cabin signal the artillery support, a mostly aimless barrage of shells pounds the forest, shredding trees and burning bushes, but without much effect on the Finns in their trench. Liliya doesn't see anyone attempt to flee, and she doesn't expect to, but orders are orders. Orders are keeping her from taking a quick five minute break to pee in the bucket at the end of the room. It's not urgent yet mind, she can hold it.... The shelling lasts a good half hour, but the Finns don't seem bothered, Liliya can just about see a couple of shadows scuttling about their trench as they assess the damage. Liliya shuffles her legs on the table, trying to get in a more comfortable position. Her bladder now is quite full, and every move she makes results in a warm twinge from it, but when she doesn't move she can feel her bladder threaten to empty itself. 'Come now Liliya, you're a grown woman, you can hold it' she says to herself under her breath. Using her right hand to steady her rifle while still being able to fire, she uses her left hand to press on her crotch, supporting her bladder muscles as they hold in a morning's worth of pee. The Finns are fairly quick to retaliate to the shelling, and a handful of Finish guns in the trench begin to return fire as the Red tanks move in. A line of T-34s charges the Finnish guns, firing in sequence. The guns mostly miss as the tanks bounce viciously against the snowy floor, their rounds going off vaguely around the Finns, while the Finns return fire. As Liliya hears the second line of tanks on the way, one of the Finnish guns scores a direct hit on one of the T-34s, blowing the turret clean off. Liliya feels her bladder twinge again, a mix of fear and shock at seeing the tank taking the hit so badly. What if a Finnish shell hit her? She daren't think about it. Then something happens which Liliya had not expected at all - Ilyushin bombers come from behind the Finnish lines, marked in Finnish colours. This wasn't right, Liliya thinks - The spot can't be this well defended. She begins to shake slightly in fear of what else the Finns could have as the bombers fly toward the Russian lines. Bombs fall from the doors of the plane, blasting snow into the air as they hit, and shattering the occasional tank whenever they score direct hits. Liliya knows for a fact there will be no fighter cover any time soon, no-one knew the Finns would be sending in any reinforcements, never mind bombers. As each bomb hits the ground, each one coming slightly close, Liliya can feel the ground shake, and her bladder twinges each time. The bombs shouldn't be getting so close - perhaps they'd noticed her she thinks, her fear growing. The tanks now have their barrels aimed up, in a feeble attempt to hit the Finnish bombers. Not one shot hits, and stray shells fly around the battlefield, more dangerous than the bombers themselves. *CTHUN* A tank shell cracks as it lands barely thirty feet from Liliya, blasting snow and dust through her window. She shrieks and dives from the table, pushing herself against the wall. As the dust settles she notices a heat growing at her ass, and a warm, familiar smell begins to rise - Liliya has begun wetting herself. 'Nyet, stop, don't do this!' she tells herself urgently, clamping her hand onto her crotch as her pee flows through her pants and begins pooling. Quickly she manages to stop the flow, but not before making a significant wet patch the size of a melon on her ass, and a slight puddle on the floor. Her grey pants turn a much darker colour where they soaked up the stream. Liliya, blushing slightly at her accident, climbs back onto the table, feeling a little better, and a little warmer... The heat from her accident quickly dissipates in the cold air however, and soon Liliya is very aware of an icy damp patch between her thighs. In an effort to keep the patch from touching her, she lies with her legs apart, though this is agony for her bladder. Shivering slightly, Liliya takes aim again, trying to ignore her bladder, not satisfied with just a short leak. The bombers by now are returning to base, and a handful of tanks have been hit, leaving smouldering husks in the snow. With the bombers gone, the Finnish guns kick up again, but this time there are many more, and it dawns on Liliya that the Finns have sent in reinforcements. Liliya realises now she won't need to shoot any fleeing Finns. She can't leave though, as one of the tanks has blown up part of the Finnish barricade, giving Liliya a clear line of fire to a Finnish machine gun nest. The gun sits alone, with no men manning it quite yet, but with the red army about to make another push with infantry this time, she could not allow herself to let the gun out of her sights. Curling her knees and kicking her feet up in the air in an attempt to make holding her bladder a little easier, Liliya focuses on the gun, ready to fire should the need arise. Half an hour passes, and the Soviet attempts to take the position are repelled again and again by the Finns, and Liliya can only watch as tanks and men are lost to Finnish fire. Focusing on the gun nest, Liliya spots some movement - a white blur in the nest appears, what Liliya assumes is a Finn loading the gun. She readies her trigger finger, shaking slightly with anticipation, fear, and a desperate bladder. Now there is only Liliya, the rifle, and the Finnish gun. Liliya breathes slowly, blowing steam out her nose and against the table with each breath, forming a slight frost as it cools until her next breath heats it up again. Another twitch, as adrenaline rushes through her. Another movement from the gun. Not quite enough to justify taking a shot, Liliya waits. She sees a man take ahold of the gun, and before he has a chance to begin firing Liliya takes her shot *gTHAN* The shot pushes the rifle firmly into Liliya's shoulder, the shock causing her to lose a drop of pee into her pants, but the shot finds it's target. Liliya grins in celebration, enjoying the moment as hot bead of piss finds its way down her thigh, settling in between her leg and the table, before slowly cooling, making a cold streak down her thigh, but barely marking the fabric. This slight loss of pee however has an effect on Liliya - her bladder begins hurting quite a bit as she realises how much she has to pee. She glances over to the bucket, then back at the gun nest. More men are in the nest now, trying to pull out the man she hit, while another attempts to mount the gun. Cycling the bolt, Liliya takes another shot *gBANG* Again the rifle pushes into Liliya's shoulder with recoil, and again the shot finds it's target. Again, Liliya looses slight control, this time letting a dribble into her pants, a little more than before, but enough to really feel the heat spread down her. She grins again, though this time more with the satisfaction from the heat than the shot. Perhaps she ought to let out a little more - just to keep warm... Liliya thinks about this for a good moment or two, hesitantly deciding to do so. She relaxes her bladder slightly, feeling the pee as it travels toward the exit, but stopping right before she does, as she reconsiders. 'W-what am I doing? Am I really going to do this?' she asks herself. After some more consideration, she decides the answer is 'yes'. Tentatively, she relaxes again, and she again feels the hot flow of her pee at it moves toward the way out. A gentle, short trickle, as Liliya carefully lets out just enough to feel the heat again, relaxing her slightly as she remains aimed toward the Finnish gun nest. Now the men have caught on to there being a sniper aimed at them, and they decide to fall back. Liliya decides it's best to keep watch, and as her crotch cools down, she decides it's also best to let out another trickle to keep warm Letting her eyelids fall a little as she relaxes, another trickle of pee is let into her pants, joining the damps spot on the table, pushing its way towarwd Liliya's waistline. The trickle is a little longer this time, as Liliya feels herself a little less able to stop. But the warmth is totally worth it she thinks. The battle ahead of her seems to be drawing to a close, as the wind picks up again, making it impossible to march forward or to aim. Liliya remains in place however, just in case the snow dies down. 'A little more' Liliya thinks to herself, as she lets out just a little more to keep her warm. Except this time it's not just a little more, as her bladder decides to squeeze a little tighter of it's own accord, causing Liliya to gasp slightly as she spurts a fair stream into her pants, hearing it splash as it crashes into the fabric of her pants. That wasn't what she'd planned to do - her bladder however planned on carrying on, as before Liliya can realise what she's doing, it squeezes again, and another fair stream shoots into her pants, again splashing as the pee hits the puddle from the first bout. The steam rises quickly, warming the insides of Liliya's thighs, though not as much as the hot pee warms the front. Blushing quite a bit now, Liliya decides to not let any more pee out until she can leave her post. For now, her bladder complies. The heat from the pee quickly dies away again, and Liliya is left lying in a very cold puddle, the length of three bullets lines up, going down her left thigh. She begins shivering in the cold, not helped by her bladder which appears to be drawing the heat from the rest of her body. A nostalgia grows as she remembers the heat from mere seconds ago, and Liliya begins to long for the hot sting of pee once again against her leg. 'J-just a little won't hurt, will it?' she asks herself, denying the reality of her aching bladder being set to burst. 'N-no, I'm sure it won't' she tells herself, lying. And again, Liliya close her eyes gently and begins to relax her bladder. She embraces the heat as her pee travels down her before it leaves, and a trickle begins to fall out of her, mere drops at a time, she hears each one as it taps against the fabric of her pants. Liliya decides to stop for now, just in case she spurts again, but her bladder, again, has a different plan. Liliya, a little worried now, tries forcing her bladder shut, but it doesn't respond, and the trickle turns into a gentle stream, leaking at a steady pace. Clenching her eyes, she tries with all her strength to stem the flow, but to no avail. She moans gently as she tries but her bladder isn't listening. It's time to give up 'Uhwhaa.....' Liliya sighs as she gives up, giving in to her bladder, and she starts to wet herself. The stream slowly pours from out of Liliya, and it pools in her pants where the fabric manages to hold it in for a second, resulting in the pee running down Liliya's right thigh and to her knee, where it begins to pool. The pee that does pass through Liliya's pants pools at her crotch, a gentle steam rising as it does so. Liliya lets herself smile and drops her head against her forearm, as she enjoys the feeling of the spreading heat, as the hot pee begins to travel up between the table and her crotch to her waist. The pee travels this route quickly, and very soon Liliya can feel the hot puddle reach her belly button. She sighs again, gently and through a satisfied smile, and the pee continues to gently spill out of her, and in between her legs. She breathes deeply, letting in the warm smell of pee as it fills the room, accompanying the gentle patter of pee as it hits the fabric of her pants, then soaks through into them and the front of her coat. This is joined by more dripping as pee begins to fall from the table and onto the floor, as the puddle that Liliya lies in spreads over the edges, and up as far as her breasts. He coat soaks in the hot pee as far as halfway up her torso in a mostly uniform pattern, much like her legs, which are both equally soaked and steaming, as pee continues to flow. 'I am wetting myself....I am a grown woman.....and I am wetting myself....'Liliya reminds herself, though this doesn't bother her. 'Maybe I should wet myself more often...' she considers, lost in the moment, embracing the heat from her pee as it soaks into her clothes and warms her skin underneath. She gently opens her eyes as she feels her stream come to an end, a little upset that she can't keep going. Raising her head and looking forward, she notices the blizzard has gotten worse, and appears as if it will do for quite some time. Smiling again as the heat flushes through her, she slides of the table, bringing most of the puddle of pee with her, which falls to the floor with a spatter. Standing up in the cabin, she admires her work. The table itself is slightly water logged, and splattered pee surrounds the table. She looks down herself, noticing her clothes soaked in pee as far as her ankles and as high as her breasts. She gives her bladder one last push, and a shot of golden pee dribbles out of her pants and onto the floor. Where she has stood, the pee that had pooled in her pants travels down, into her boots, soaking into her socks, warming her feet. She wriggles her toes in her boots, hearing the muffled squishing where her pee is soaking in. Steam gently rises from her front as she stands, bringing its scent straight to Liliya, who smiles again as she breathes it in. 'Well' Liliya says to herself, slowly coming back to reality. 'I better get back to base - the battle's over' she says, looking out the window, 'and I'm going to freeze soon if I don't....Oh god, what do I tell them? Sorry I'm so wet commisar, I was busy wetting myself for pleasure? That won't work...I know, I'll say my canteen burst over me when it was hit!' Liliya places her canteen on the table, takes out her pistil and shoots a hole into it. *gTHANG* The shot echoes around the small room, and the water from the canteen spills all over the table. Picking up the canteen and emptying it onto the floor, Liliya watches it splatter and wash away her pee which has settled around the table legs. She's almost sad to see it go. The last few drops fall from the canteen, and as they do Liliya tries to get a couple more drops out of her bladder. Leaning with her back to the wall she pushes on her bladder, harder and harder. 'Hnnn....' she groans under the pressure, and one last spurt flows out and down her leg, landing into her right boot. She relaxes and sighs again, and as she feels her wet chest begin to cool, she decides she ought to hurry back. Putting her shot canteen into her bag, she leaves the cabin and jogs back, cloaked by the blizzard. By the time Liliya arrives back, after almost an hour, her coat, pants, boots and hat are white with snow. Liliya realises she needn't have worried about anyone noticing a wet patch, considering her coat was going to soak in the snow. Heading back into her own cabin, she closes the door and strips down, and gets changed into some clean clothes. She heads out of her room, leaving her wet pants on the floor. As she looks around she notices the blizzard outside continue. Her commanding officer heads over to tell her that the rest of the days attack is called of because of the weather, and Liliya decides to call it a day Later, as the evening draws later, Liliya in her room, decides to do something she's never done before. Rather than going to the toilet before bed, Liliya decides to have some fun...taking off her clean pants and underwear, and changes back into her wet pants. The cold wet fabric causes her to inhale sharply as it touches her skin, but this doesn't stop her pulling them up. Looking at herself in her mirror, she smiles, and slowly relaxes her bladder again. At first a trickle, but slowly becoming a stream, Liliya pees again into her pants, letting the pale yellow pee pool around her bare feet in her room, warming her pants again. She puts one hand over her crotch, directly against the stream, and lets it flow through her fingers, pooling slightly in her cupped hand, before letting the pale gold liquid splatter to the floor, landing on her foot. Looking at her lower body in the mirror, Liliya wriggles her toes again, letting them splash in the thin puddle on the floor, and moving her other foot around in her pee. She lets her pants drop into the puddle, baring herself in the mirror, letting the hot fabric warm the tops of her bare feet. In the light her wet legs glisten pleasingly. She steps out of her wet pants, pressing them with her feet, pushing the still-warm pee out and through her toes. She changes back into her clean clothes before slumping into bed, closing her eyes and letting her hands wander down as she begins gently rubbing herself, before falling asleep
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    Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean). Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back. She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
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    This is not a 'game' but more like an interactive comic. It a wetting scenario with choices, made in powerpoint. Which means that microsoft powerpoint or another compatible software is required. This comic contains wetting and desperation. I hope you like it, if I get positive response more will be uploaded. Thanks!

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