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  1. On top of everything else, this is a really lousy way to bring up your fetish, folks. Have a conversation like this, and then if the person you're talking to ever finds out about your fetish this conversation will look suuuuper creepy in retrospect. Want to bring up your fetish? Here's the process: 1) Is this person a sex partner of yours? No? Then they have a right not to know about your fetish. Your friends, students, family members, and casual acquaintances don't want to hear about how you get off. 2) Ok, so assuming they're a sex partner of yours. Do an assessment. Do you feel safe and comfortable around them? Do they already like you? Then you should tell them directly that you have a fetish, and that it's that you're into people peeing their pants. Choose a time to do it that is appropriate—I like to do it when lying around after sex. People feel both close and vulnerable then, and the lovey-dovey hormones help. Don't break it to them like you're telling them you have cancer. You're letting them know there's a fun way they can please you in bed and out of it. 3) Worried they might reject you if you tell them? Ok then, do a second assessment. How open are they about bodily functions? Do they pee with the door open? Are they relaxed about farting in front of each other? How squeamish are they in general? Do they say "ew" a lot? Are they kinky? Because if they're kinky they'll probably understand that your kink isn't something you chose. 4) If based on the second assessment it seems like they might be open minded about this stuff, then tell them. If it seems like they won't be, well, unless it's something casual that you don't see lasting long, you should probably tell them anyway, or break it off, because your fetish is not going to go away, and you do not want to spend the next six decades with someone you don't trust enough to tell them about your fetish plainly and truthfully. 5) Still worried they may reject you? Want to be absolutely certain they're cool with it before you ask? Tough, you can't know. No amount of creepily-casually bringing up wetting in random contexts will let you know whether they are cool with doing this thing with you. Just ask. Serially dating? Practice telling people now so that you'll be less nervous when you get around to telling somebody you're really into. I've told 5 different women about my fetish in the last year. The worst reaction was, "I'm ok with you having this fetish, but I'm not doing that." One woman seemed ok with it but also like she would be hesitant to try it. The other three were pretty enthusiastic about giving it a go. So that's the advice. Just be honest with people and they'll be cool about it. And if they're not cool about it, that's a good red flag for somebody you don't want to spend your life with.
    4 points
  2. I'm not an English teacher, but I am probably more qualified to be that than anything else I do well. I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I am going to grade your paper. Because they are so common, all incorrect ellipses will be replaced by a large bolded and underlined number representing how many dots have been removed. Keep in mind I am only pointing out misspelled words and grammatical errors; there will be no suggested revisions to the base structure of the essay. Based on what you have said thus far, I am forced to conclude one of the following possibilities must be true: 1.) You are a teenager somewhere in Europe who dreams of having this job and are influenced by film, but have no experience teaching English. 2.) You moved to eastern Europe in your youth and have had non-English-speaking people take an interest in your experience, but have made little or no money in teaching. What I can most assuredly say is not true, are the following scenarios: 1.) You have enough experience with "Western" culture to teach it. 2.) You have enough experience with the English language to teach it. 3.) You have experience as a teacher on payroll. 4.) You have ever been approached by a multinational corporation with a job opportunity. 5.) You get paid a high salary. 6.) You selected your own salary. Things that might be true: 1.) You do off-roading. 2.) You have had to travel to do off-roading. 3.) You have traveled to other countries. 4.) You have friends from or in other countries. 5.) You have friends who look up to you for advice. 6.) You have been employed as a teacher by a company that hires less qualified employees in order to get away with paying them less, which is likely illegal in your country, but bringing them to justice would likely result in you losing your job with no sufficient compensation. - - - - - Lastly, as I had been noticing and apparently Brittanybunny also noticed, you claimed that in the conversation (in which the following topic had not yet arisen) with your former student, you told the following story: You had a former student who approached you with a bedwetting problem and asked your advice. You gave your advice (said advice is not stated). She responded that she wished she had diapers to wear in class. After relaying this off-topic story, you asked your former student, unprovoked, if she had a similar problem. She blushed and admitted that she had been a bedwetter once, and thanked you for not making fun of her for it. I have written this synopsis of your original post with great care and attention to detail. If I have misinterpreted your meaning in any way, then I assure you the mistake is on your end.
    4 points
  3. Again, back to my original finding in your first post, you said the uni person wasnt real, now you say she is, why not show this to the girl you lied to? If your “uni” friend is real and thinks this would be funny, why not show the other girl too? You claim you didnt do anything wrong, so why not show her your original first post? About how she admitted to her bedwetting problems secretly to her past professor because you brought up a girl who was in a similar situation, and reads at the end of your first post “so even if your uni friend is imaginary “ and sees you lied about a fake situation with a fake person that tricked her into opening up I bet it wont be so funny anymore, your intentions even in the beginning were not in a good way to help people overcome shyness about wetting, you lied to a former student who trusts you and saw you as a caring person and made her tell a secret about herself because you made up a lie, not cool at all, and btw, being called a creepy professor is not a compliment I dont even think you are a professor because if you were you would be fired by now for so many reasons
    3 points
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    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

    2 points
  5. One way to find out, lol! Science is awesome. It has to do with electrons in an atom bumping up and down in energy states....in this case, it would absorb UV from a blacklight and emit some visible light when it drops back down. It's pretty hit-or-miss as to which everyday substances will do it. I do know urine contains a lot of phosphorus, which is known to fluoresce....yeah....I'm curious. Someone should do the experiment; I'm not sure what the result would be. I'll expect a full report and published whitepaper in the near future. -Bud
    2 points
  6. Ah right, that makes sense...
    2 points
  7. That's not fat, that's more lesbian under the skin. I concur with the others, you are super adorable!
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  9. Omo Trainer

    Version 0.1.1

    2,761 downloads

    Omo Trainer keeps track of the fluids you drink, models your pee desperation over time, and allows or denies potty breaks. It also keeps track of your accidents to learn your personal bladder capacity. How to Play To begin: Be generally well hydrated. Don't drink significant fluids for 45 minutes or so before starting. Empty your bladder immediately before starting. Open the Omo Trainer app and leave it open while you go about your business. The rules: You may not pee unless Omo Trainer gives you permission. If you want to pee, you must ask Omo Trainer for permission using the "May I pee?" button. If you are permitted to pee, press the "Go pee." button immediately after emptying your bladder. Whenever you drink something, enter it in Omo Trainer; move the slider to the approximate amount of fluids then press the "Drink" button once. If you have an accident, press "I can't hold it!" This will reset the desperation meter and teach Omo Trainer about your bladder capacity. The Long Version The Dice Game If you'd prefer for the potty permission game to remain a mystery, don't read this! Omo Trainer decides potty permission based on a simple dice game: if your dice roll higher than your current desperation rating, you are allowed to go pee. Omo Trainer uses its estimate of your current bladder contents and average bladder capacity to calculate your desperation. The elegant thing about this game is that the higher your desperation, the lower the chance you will be allowed to pee. That means being denied permission once increases the chance that you will be denied permission again. Most of the time if you ask permission when you first need to go, you will be allowed to pee, but occasionally you will be forced to hold it to the point where an accident is a real possibility. The idea is to play this game while going about your normal day, to make things more exciting. You might notice that after asking permission, you can't ask again for some time. This delay is not a fixed amount of time, but rather depends on how much your desperation has increased since the last time you asked. That way, having a large bladder does not give you more chances to ask permission. Bladder Capacity Whenever you press "I can't hold it!" Omo Trainer records the amount it estimates you were holding and saves it between sessions. Omo Trainer uses the average of your accident amounts as your bladder capacity. Since the only way that Omo Trainer learns about your bladder capacity is when you have an accident, it is self-correcting for Omo Trainer to underestimate your bladder capacity. After all, then you will get permission to pee less, and will have more accidents, so Omo Trainer will learn. If Omo Trainer overestimates your capacity, however, you will get permission to pee more, and will have fewer accidents, preventing Omo Trainer from learning. This is why Omo Trainer begins be assuming a small bladder capacity of 500 mL. If you are dehydrated to begin with, a significant percentage of fluids will not reach your bladder, leading Omo Trainer to significantly overestimate your desperation and bladder capacity. Therefore hydrate well before playing. The Bladder Model Omo Trainer uses an exponential decay model for bladder filling. This is based on observing that since the volume of bodily fluids must remain constant, the rate at which the kidneys produce urine should be proportional to the amount of excess water in the body. The exponential decay model has been calibrated for a half-life equivalent to a urine production rate of 750 mL/hr. This is a reasonable estimate for a hydrated adult drinking a glass of water every 15-30 minutes. It makes sense to choose this rate to be on the high side because players are likely to drink a lot and it is better to err on the side of denying pee permission. To the scientists: please note that this model is intentionally simplistic. A more realistic mathematical model would require the app to numerically solve differential equations. The complexity would not be worth it, and it isn't really feasible anyway to expect users to enter accurate data about electrolyte balance. Source Code I have decided to release the source code of Omo Trainer. It's just a simple Python program and should run easily on any desktop operating system. You can find it here: https://github.com/perv-asive/omo-trainer. To run it, I would recommend creating a Python 3.5 virtual environment with the packages listed in requirements.txt.
    Free
    1 point
  10. Found an old pair of tight shorts in my closet and decided to have some fun with them! Enjoy!
    1 point
  11. This is a story that I had great pleasure in writing, that I hope others will enjoy. I posted it on Experience Project a few months ago, but thought it might be appropriate here as well. It's a bit long, but for me the most exciting thing is the desperation, so I tried to make it last as long as possible. Any feedback would be really appreciated. ---------- Megan moaned quietly to herself as she gazed longingly at the clock on her computer, willing the time to pass quicker. It was 4:20 in the afternoon, and she still had over an hour before her work day would finally come to an end. She crossed her legs and shuffled to the edge of her chair, absolutely bursting for a wee. With her pee right on the brink of squirting out, she glanced nervously round the office, her long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders as she flicked her head round. Thankfully the other girls were hard at work, so she took the opportunity to give herself a quick squeeze. Uncrossing her legs and grasping the fabric of her flowing knee length skirt, she pressed her fingertips into the folds of her fanny. For a few seconds, which was as long as she dared in such a public place, she began kneading her pussy, the sensation of her extreme need to pee waning slightly. She withdrew her hand and was still dry, but only just, her bulging bladder the source of a constant dull ache inside her abdomen. Megan worked for a small company that consisted of just 3 admin girls, and a handful of warehouse staff. She had arrived at work at 8:45 that morning, a little early, so flicked on the coffee percolator ready for the arrival of her co-workers, turned on her computer and logged in. Megan poured herself a coffee, and filled her water bottle from the water cooler, ready for the morning ahead. The company she worked for was in a temporary building while their regular office space was being renovated. She had worked for them for several years, and didn’t mind putting up with the disruption. All the basic needs were fulfilled, even if the temporary Portaloo the company had hired was a bit gross. Still, she could use it in an emergency, and with her regular coffee breaks, she was grateful for it no matter how dirty it was. The other girls arrived and the working day commenced, with the morning flying by in a blur of spreadsheets, ringing telephones and coffee breaks. Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch. While she wrapped up her telephone conversation, she sat cross legged, jiggling her ankles, suddenly realising how urgently she needed a pee. Once the phone was down, she stood up, stretched a little, and made her way towards the door, hoping there wasn’t already someone in the Portaloo. Stepping outside, she saw to her horror that the toilet had been sealed with bright yellow hazard tape. “Sorry love”, said a voice that startled her, “We’ve got a bit of a blockage.” It was the warehouse supervisor. “The toilet’s out of action for a few hours while we wait for the hire company to come and sort it. Hopefully some time this afternoon. I’ll come and let you know when it’s fixed.” Megan frowned and crossed her legs, the morning’s 3 cups of coffee and the contents of her water bottle pressing down on her pee hole, making a bid for freedom. Being a relatively shy girl, she had always had trouble admitting to anyone that she needed a pee, especially men, so with that in mind she thanked him without kicking up a fuss and shuffled back into the office, sitting back down at her desk. She felt her face flush red and distracted herself by eating her sandwiches with the smallest amount of drink to help them down. She realised she was going to be in trouble if they didn’t get the toilet fixed, and fast. The afternoon progressed and Megan’s situation worsened as the minutes ticked slowly by. 2pm came and went with no promise of a pee break, then 3, then 4. Thirsty, she chugged on her water bottle without thinking before catching herself and cursing. Where the hell was the Portaloo hire company? Didn’t they know it was an emergency? By 5pm, Megan was sitting at her desk hunched over, her left hand resting on her swollen bladder, her legs jiggling furiously up and down, desperately trying to hold back more wee than she had ever attempted to hold before. Her perfect breasts bobbed in time with her movements, nipples hard and protruding against her figure hugging shirt. The pressure was unbearable and her bladder felt rock hard to the touch. Even without standing up she could see the bulge protruding from her abdomen. She stared in vain at the screen, unable to concentrate, prickles of sweat forming on her brow and dripping down her face. She just had to squeeze her pussy again or it would all be over. Every last drop of pee would come hissing out into her knickers if she didn’t, and she couldn’t wet herself at work, the shame of it. With a panicked exp<b></b>ression, she glanced round again, hoping to God that nobody could see her. The other 2 girls were sat at their desks, both presumably nursing full bladders themselves. Although both of them had the luxury of peeing this morning before the toilet had got clogged up, it was still over 5 hours ago. Megan consoled herself with the thought that they both must be absolutely bursting as well. Satisfied, however, that neither of them could see what she was doing, she again took hold of the front of her skirt and pushed it hard against her pussy, her fingers digging deep between her lips and massaging her pee hole. She shuddered as a wave of desperation took over her squirming body, goose bumps forming over her skin. Her bladder ached for release, and her pussy contracted and pulsed in the effort to stop her wee from squirting out of her. She had no idea how she’d managed to keep her knickers dry all this time, but dry they were. She could feel herself coming to the very edge of her holding ability, the pee desperately straining against her muscles, but she held it in. Tears formed in her eyes and beads of sweat travelled down her face, but her knickers were still dry, all of her pee being contained, for now, inside her busting bladder. She was trembling from the effort, her vagina felt hot and moist against the fabric of her tight pink knickers. Her tummy strained against her waistband, her bladder filling to beyond the capacity of anything she’d experienced before. “Oh God I’m about to bust” she whimpered under her breath to no one in particular. To her surprise, Sarah, the girl sitting closest to her, replied “Me too babe. I’m in serious danger of wetting myself in my car on the way home tonight.” Megan hadn’t intended to strike up a conversation. It was all she could do to stop her pussy from dribbling into her knickers, but she had to at least acknowledge the fact that Sarah had spoken to her. Clenching her muscles as hard as she could, she removed her fingers from her straining lips and composed herself, colour rising in her cheeks at the thought of having to admit to someone how desperately she needed to pee. Half turning round in her chair, giving her the opportunity to cross her legs again, Megan said “I don’t think I can make it home. I haven't had a pee all day!” Subconsciously her hand caressed her bulging tummy and she winced as a spasm shot through her bladder and down into her genitals. “I know, I noticed you squirming.” Megan blushed a deeper shade of red suddenly realising someone had been aware of her plight. In fact, Sarah had been watching Megan, as she always did, admiring her shapely form. She loved working with her. She was funny, intelligent, and so very beautiful; all the things Sarah longed to be herself. “At least you don’t live very far away." encouraged Sarah, flashing her a smile. It was true, Megan lived just 10 minutes away on foot. She had never bothered taking her driving test so had to rely on public transport or the good nature of other people to ferry her around. Her journey to and from work, however, was invariably on foot, and she was dreading the walk, nursing her desperately swollen bladder, frantically trying to prevent her wee from spurting out and cascading down her gorgeous legs. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, almost releasing a squirt into her knickers. Her bladder was truly at capacity, no more room for even the smallest of drops. “I’m going to wet myself on the way home, I know it” whispered Megan shakily, all sense of embarrassment having dissipated. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a lift home, but when we get there you have to let me use your loo first. I don’t think I could stand hearing you pee, I’d wet myself for sure!” Weighing up her options, it sounded like a pretty good offer. It certainly sounded better than having to carry her heavy, distended bladder by foot. “OK, thanks.” The time was now 5:10, with just 20 minutes before they could finally go home and squirt their pent up wee into the toilet bowl. Megan fantasised about the relief, imagining inching down her knickers to her knees and sitting on the toilet, finally being able to relax. The feeling of release would be orgasmic, another pulse shooting through her bladder and into her clit at the thought. She caught herself before the idea went too far and she ended up peeing right where she was sitting. Oh God she had to wee! All her muscles were clenched, from her bum, to her tummy, to most importantly, her sphincter. She felt that if she relaxed even a tiny bit, it would all be over. The pee would come spurting out, spraying from her lips, soaking into the chair and around her bum before she could stop it. Turning back round to face her desk, she immediately uncrossed her legs and grabbed hold of herself, on the very edge of control. Could she last another 20 minutes? She just had to! In 20 minutes time, she would be on her way home and everything would be alright. She closed her eyes and pushed harder on her pussy, massaging her fingers back up against her pee hole. It was all she could do to breathe, every intake of breath forcing pressure down onto her bladder. Eyes closed, her whole world was focussed on her pussy lips and keeping her wee inside them. Kneading and sweating and bouncing in her chair, her tortured body was at its limit. She was biting her lip, her brow awash with droplets of sweat, her legs jerking furiously up and down as she fought for control. Suddenly her phone started to ring. In an instant her mind was lurched out of her daydream and back to reality. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and for the briefest of milliseconds a droplet of urine broke past her muscles. In that instant, she felt the first dribble of pee burst out of her bladder and travel down her urethra, just the smallest of trickles. In response, every muscle in her body immediately clenched, her pussy quivering in her attempt to keep her knickers dry. She could feel the trickle of pee moving down inside of her, on the brink of moistening her inner pussy lips. Then it broke free, growing into a small bead of urine at the end of her urethra, before finally dispersing into the folds of her vagina. It wasn't enough to dampen her knickers, just enough to make her pussy feel sticky and moist. She picked up the phone, crossing her legs, desperately trying to push her lips together to help hold back the flood. In a small, quivering voice, she managed to greet the caller, but wasn't really listening for their response. Instead, all her concentration was on her slippery wet vulva and her huge protruding bladder that was threatening to explode at any second. She pressed the phone harder against her ear to try and stop her hand from shaking, but it was no use. Her whole body trembling, without even a thought for her surroundings she jammed her free hand back into her slit. It was the only way to stop any more wee from seeping out of her. For a few moments she sat absolutely still, holding her breath, scared that even the smallest intake of air would force her clenched lips to part and spray hot urine into her underwear. She closed her eyes and repeated the same phrase over and over in her head, “Please don’t come out, please don’t come out!” After a few seconds and back in tenuous control of her muscles, she realised her caller had finished whatever it was they were saying, and it was now her turn to speak. A few awkward moments later, the only thing her addled mind could think to say was “I’m sorry, we’re experiencing a few problems at the moment.” That’s the understatement of the century, she thought. “Could you ring back tomorrow?” To her relief, although not the sort of relief she was really after, the disgruntled caller huffed and hung up. Quickly replacing her handset, she glanced back at the clock, her bladder tightening at the realisation that it was still only 5:15. With another 15 minutes before she could even begin to make her way home, it dawned on her that for the first time in her adult life, she might actually wet herself. Her mind raced, her thoughts swimming in an ocean of pee. Hunched over her desk, legs bobbing up and down, both hands pressing firmly into her moist fanny, the last scraps of dignity had been lost. She thought about running outside and ripping the tape from the Portaloo. She didn’t care that it was blocked or even overflowing, if she could just get inside and pull down her knickers, she’d finally be able to let her pee squirt out of her. She didn’t even care if it overflowed and ran over the floor, at least she wouldn’t be in agony any more, and at least her knickers would still be dry. A few minutes passed like this, thoughts of peeing in strange places passing through her mind. Every few moments a new thought with a new place, followed by the longest hiss of pee she’d ever released in her life. She thought about nothing but the feeling of relief, but couldn’t for even a second let her guard down. If she did, if she relaxed any of her muscles for even an instant, she knew she would have a full blown pissy accident. At 5:25, with only five minutes to wait, she started to panic. How was she going to stand up and not pee herself? She couldn’t walk to the car with her hand between her legs, not with all the warehouse workers ogling at her. She would have to try and compose herself. And once inside the car, could she refrain for spurting her hot urine all over the passenger seat? She tried to put it out of her mind and worry about it when she really had to. For now, she had another 5 minutes to deal with. Sarah could see Megan was in agony, but she couldn’t risk leaving the office even 5 minutes early. Her boss had given her several warnings already about time keeping, and her next warning could be the last. She simply couldn’t take the chance. She felt sorry for Megan, who was obviously in an extreme state of desperation, but at the same time she was enjoying the show. She could hear Megan breathing quickly and shallowly, occasionally gasping under her breath, just barely audible. Her chair rocked rapidly back and forth in response to her jiggling legs, squeaking like a hyperactive mouse where it needed oiling. The chair’s high back prevented Sarah from seeing exactly what Megan was doing, but she knew she must be right on the verge of springing a leak. If only Sarah knew how true that was, she might have taken pity and considered going back on their deal, letting her pee first once they arrived at Megan’s house. But being in a pretty uncomfortable state herself, she dismissed the notion. Besides, the idea of watching a fully grown woman wet herself was proving to be a turn on. She would make sure Megan upheld the deal, partly because she feared that hearing Megan releasing her pent up pee would make her lose control herself, but mainly because the notion of Megan wetting herself was arousing her very much indeed. Megan, feeling her control ebbing away, knew that drastic measures were the only way to keep the pee inside her. With tears in her eyes, she gingerly removed her hands from between her legs and scootched to the edge of her chair, leaning back slightly and letting her skirt ride up her legs a little. Her bladder was stinging and began contracting again, becoming agitated from her change of position. Quickly but carefully, she slid one of her hands up her bare inner thigh until she reached the fabric of her underwear. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was standing over her, she hooked her index finger around the crotch of her knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing her beautiful trembling pussy to the air. She thought about just letting a little out, but realised that she was still sitting on the back of her skirt. If she were to release, everything in view of her desperate lips would certainly get drenched - her chair, her skirt, her boots, the sockets under her desk the computer was plugged into. Damn it she had to do something! With her lips beginning to part, readying for an unstopable gush of wee that was about to come bursting out, there was only one thing she could think of to try and stop it. She just had to get her fingers directly pressing onto her urethra. She figured with the hole obstructed, it would be impossible for any wee to leak out. Without time to even consider her surroundings, she knew this was her last option. If this didn't work, her chair was going to get very wet, soaked by a seemingly endless stream of golden liquid that was on the brink of erupting from between her lips. Leaning back a little to get better access, she ran her middle finger up the length of her vagina, parting her lips, before firmly pressing on her trembling, exposed pee hole. Her body bucked as she accidentally brushed her clitoris, a wave of pleasure pulsing up through her body. Oh God that felt so good! She couldn't resist the temptation and moved her finger down, sliding it up into her aching vagina. Instinctively, her other hand came to rest on her bulging navel, gently caressing her hot throbbing bladder. Her pussy felt surprisingly wet, so wet she considered the possibility that she might have leaked without realising it. Dismissing the notion, she knew it was impossible. She would have felt it, wouldn't she? Sinking her finger to the knuckle and pushing her palm onto her clitoris, she began massaging the silky soft walls of her inner sanctum. It felt warm and tight around her finger as she clenched with all her might, desperately holding back the impending explosion of pee and slowly bringing herself back under control. Her muscles were taut and she was still unable to relax, but the pee was still being held inside her, contained in her bulging, desperate bladder. At this stage, that was all that mattered. She couldn't understand why her body was so turned on. Her bladder was throbbing incessantly, the pressure feeling like it was on the verge of tearing her apart, but her clitoris was hard and aroused, protruding from its silky hood. She couldn't resist the urge to stroke her wet fingertip over her engorged clit, its extreme sensitivity causing a pulse of pleasure to shoot up inside of her, making her bladder convulse and blurring the boundary between pleasure and pain. Her pussy muscles contracted and her clit pulsed, and in just a few brief seconds her pleasure reached heights that usually took hours of playing. Suddenly becoming aware that she was breathing heavily and noisily, she knew she couldn't allow herself to orgasm, not here with her colleagues just a few feet from her. If she did, she knew her bladder wouldn't be able to cope. Her pee would come hissing out at full force, parting her desperately clenched lips with the force of a pressure hose. She wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment and ridicule. She slowed her fingers to a stop, feeling that just a few more strokes of her wet glistening clit would take her past the point of no return. Her pussy twitched and her body shuddered in protest at the denial. It took all of her willpower to finally withdraw her finger from her aching hole, her vagina twitching as the sensation of her impending orgasm gradually faded. Oh God she had to pee! For a moment she sat still and tried to calm herself down, but without her fingers holding it back, her wee was again on the very edge of just spraying out. Clenching, she looked down at her abdomen and saw it was bulging noticably between her belly button and the top of her pubic hair, which lay just beneath the waistband of her skirt. Caressing the aching mound gently with her hand, she thought she looked at least 4 months pregnant. Pulling her knickers back over her salivating fanny lips, she slouched forward bending at the waist, trying to give her bladder as much room as possible. Her vagina was sopping and her knickers now clung to her folds, soaking up the fluids of her excitement. Her lips felt slippery, sliding against each other as she bobbed her legs up and down. "This is it, it's all over" she thought, “I really am about to wet myself.” Her tired muscles could take the strain no more. She felt weak and powerless to prevent the inevitable. With beads of sweat dripping down her face, strands of hair were now clinging to her forehead. Her whole body shook and her clenched lips trembled, the immence pressure in her bladder straining to be released. At the end of her tether, her thoughts once again returned to the moment of relief. She imagined what it would feel like to finally be free of the huge weight inside of her. To finally be able to squirt her pee somewhere, anywhere, even into her knickers seemed like a good option now. Absolutely desperate, nothing more left for her to try, she felt her lips straining to hold back, but loosing the battle. She felt them beginning to part, the inevitable eruption of hot golden wee just seconds away, losing the ability to fight it. Right on the brink, her pee about to begin its descent down her urethra, the words she'd been dying to hear all afternoon were finally uttered. "You ready to go home?" She clasped the muscles at the base of her bladder shut with all her strength, gritting her teeth. Sarah was standing over her, the hint of a smile on her face. “Wow, you look like you’re ready to pop!” Sarah joked, not realising just how close to the truth she was. Megan couldn’t speak but just nodded. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were wide like a cat in the headlights of a speeding car. Biting her lip to distract from the pain of her ballooning bladder, Megan clenched her pussy and bum muscles with all her might. Slowly rising from her chair, the effects of gravity pushed her heavy bladder down, a small moan making its way from her mouth before she could stop it. She realised that if she tried to stand up straight, her pee would start spurting out in a heartbeat. Instead, bending slightly at the waist, she carefully put on her coat and zipped it up, trying to hide her bladder bulge from enquiring eyes. Her shyness returning, she really didn’t want the others to know exactly how desperate her situation was. Unfortunately for her, the pockets in her jacket weren’t deep enough for her to reach her fanny, so holding herself surreptitiously was out of the question. She would have to try and hold back the flood with her muscles alone, but was seriously doubting her strength. For the first time since she was a child she prayed to God. However, even God wouldn’t be able to help her now. She was on her own. Making their way to the car park, Megan gingerly followed behind, trying to keep her footfalls as light as possible. Even the smallest of jolts sent spasms of pain shooting through her bladder, so she was as careful as she could be whilst still keeping up the pace. It really was going to be down to the wire, although now she was on the move, a renewed determination to hold it in had come over her. She knew, however, a delay of even just a few seconds could spell disaster for her tortured bladder. Finally they arrived at Sarah’s car. It was a nice sedan with large leather seats, certainly too nice to spray pee all inside it. As she stood next to the passenger door waiting for the lock to open, a renewed sense of urgency overcame her. Bending over and curtseying deeply, her right knee over her left, she squeezed as tightly as possible and held her breath, holding on to the car for support. Her fanny coming to the very brink of spewing her golden juices, she clenched, groaning and sweating under the strain, another droplet of urine dripping out and moistening her inner lips. The lock clicked and Megan swung open the door. Taking a moment to compose herself before she climbed in, she knew the following few minutes would be some of the most stressful of her life. Her bladder and genitals throbbed on every heartbeat. She had to hold back her pee at all costs while sat in the car, if it came out all over the seats Sarah would kill her. Getting in meant untwisting and parting her legs briefly. Although only for a few seconds, her hot throbbing pee hole felt suddenly exposed, all the external pressure being taken away. For those few seconds, all that lay between staying dry and spurting pee down her legs was her rapidly tiring sphincter muscle. As she slid herself into the seat, she knew she had to find a way of applying pressure to her lips without being too obvious. The seats were vast and her petite frame got lost in the expanse of expensive leather. Maybe, just maybe there would be enough room to bring up her foot and sit on it. It was her only real option apart from openly holding herself, and she was still too embarrassed to even contemplate that. Kicking off one of her boots, she very carefully positioned her foot. Tucking it up inside her skirt and under her bum, she could feel the damp crotch of her knickers against her heel. Grinding it hard against her fanny, she smoothed down her skirt, noticing that the position of her legs was causing it to ride up. In fact, the pink fabric of her knickers, clinging to her pussy, damp stain around the crotch, were plainly visible. She didn't know how long she could hold back the flood with just her heel, but it was better than nothing. Bringing her arms down she folded them in her lap in an attempt to hide her clammy camel toe. The engine was finally started and Megan buckled up holding the belt away from her abdomen, even the smallest of pressure threatening to make her explode. Although Sarah had been to Megan’s house before, it was over a year ago. Megan gave Sarah directions to refresh her memory, her voice quivering from her extreme desperation. She felt slightly dizzy, the full to bursting organ in her abdomen throbbing relentlessly. As the car pulled away, it was apparent to Sarah that Megan was truly busting. Were they pink knickers she was wearing? Although Sarah didn't consider herself a lesbian, she took a great deal of pleasure from beautiful women, and Megan especially. Having never had a sexual encounter with a woman, she didn't even really consider herself bisexual, but there was something about Megan that made her lust for her. For all the years they had worked together she had fantasised about her, admiring her exquisite beauty and dreaming of what lay beneath her perfectly pressed clothes. Looking at her now, seeing she was on the brink of a full blown accident, she felt incredibly turned on. The devil on her shoulder told her to enjoy the situation, moments like this didn't come along very often. However, the angel on the other made her feel ashamed. Megan was a friend in need, and she needed her help. Figuring she should probably get her home as quickly as possible, she pressed down the accelerator and sped away. Megan clutched the side of the passenger seat, being thrown off balance by the sudden acceleration, and let go of the seat belt. It snapped back against her aching fragile body and she whimpered in pain. Tears welling up, her eyes widened as she saw the rapidly approaching speed bump at the exit of the car park. She knew this was going to hurt but didn't have time to prepare. With her belt buckle pushing into her bladder, her pee was already on the verge of sizzling out from her desperate quivering lips. She braced herself for the bump by tensing every muscle in her body, just as the car lurched over it. The momentary feeling of weightlessness was too much for her poor desperate body to take. As the car plunged hard back to the ground, her bladder bounced mercilessly inside her abdomen. Contorting and warping in the same way a water balloon does when it hits something hard, no amount of clenching could stop the impending explosion. She felt her lips suddenly part, her fanny squirting a half second jet of golden wee into her knickers. The crotch of her underwear ballooned as her urine sprayed into them, seeping through and wetting her foot. The short hiss from her lips seemed to resonate around the car, but Sarah seemed not to notice. A small trickle followed the spurt, her urine dribbling through her trembling sphincter and seeping down her urethra, and out through her desperate aching hole. Megan sat bolt upright, pulling away the belt, grinding her pussy into her heel with all her might as she clamped off the dribble. Her knickers and her foot felt soaking, but in reality only about 2 tablespoons of wee had actually come out, certainly not enough to give her any degree of relief. Quite the opposite was true in fact. Her bladder was now a constant source of pain, full to the brim with litres of golden urine, aching more than ever for release. She closed her eyes, her whole world focused on her pee hole. She could do nothing but feel the pain of her wee racked bladder. pee assaulted her every sense; she could smell it in her nostrils; she could even taste it in the back of her mouth. Her skin prickled with sweat and she felt herself swoon as she forced her muscles to push back against the bulging mass of her bladder. She felt like her whole body was being engulfed in pee, swimming against a strong tide, almost drowning in it. “Sorry babe” Sarah said. “Don’t burst yet, you’ll be home in 2 minutes”. The way Sarah was driving, she really believed it. The tyres squealed as they tore round the corners, overtaking other motorists at every opportunity. It was Sarah’s turn to feel pangs of desperation, but nothing compared to poor Megan. Sarah’s thong was moist from arousal, but not a single drop of pee had leaked into it. Her bladder did, however, begin to twitch at the thought of Megan's loo drawing closer. Megan, on the other hand, was absolutely bursting, her aching muscles now feeling numb from the strain. Her sopping knickers adhered to every crease of her labia. When she thought Sarah wasn’t looking, she covertly wiped the pee from her foot and dried her hand on the side of her skirt. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her bladder gave up completely and the pee would spray out of her. There was a limit to every girl’s capacity, and she had reached that limit over an hour ago! Looking down she flushed with embarrassment as she realised the wet fabric of her knickers had become translucent. Every part of her cleanly shaven vagina could be seen clearly, her clitoris standing proud, throbbing like a drum in time with her heart. She could see her foot applying pressure to her opening, bunching the fabric up between her lips and into her pee fragranced slit. Sarah couldn't quite believe what she could see from the corner of her eye. Trying not to be too obvious, she turned her head slightly to get a better look. She had fantasised about it on countless of occasions in the past, but it was even better in the flesh. Her heart beat faster from excitement and her breathing became shallow. Megan's vagina was more beautiful in real life than it had even been in Sarah's fantasies. Thoughts of running her tongue up her gorgeous pee saturated fanny went through her mind. She imagined how it might taste, her mouth salivating at the thought. For the first time in her life she felt truly aroused. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past, and at the time she thought she had been happy. But looking at the stunningly gorgeous woman in her passenger seat, her perfectly formed pussy on show, she realised that men would never be able to satisfy her again. The remainder of the journey was rough. Megan was holding the belt away from her abdomen, stopping it from pressing and rupturing her bladder. The other hand clutched the door handle for stability, her knuckles turning white from her super tight grip. As she was being thrown around in her seat, she knew there was no way she could cover herself up, not until they slowed down. She felt her pee was again right on the threshold of squirting out, but knew if it did, Sarah would be able to see it coming right out of her trembling pussy. She had to hold on and clenched every muscle in her body, but couldn't stop another spurt from breaking free. Shooting out from between her lips, it squirted right through the fabric of her underwear, cascading over her foot and trickling down between her buttocks. She squeezed her eyes closed, all her energy and concentration focused on her bursting bladder. Realising they were nearing her street, Megan took a modicum of comfort from the fact that the agony would soon be over. As the car slowed, Megan moved her foot and composed herself, pulling down her skirt so she was no longer exposing herself to her friend. Bringing her leg up as far as she could without squishing her tummy, she quickly slid her boot back on in anticipation of getting out of the car. Sarah pulled into Megan’s driveway and killed the engine. Opening the doors, both girls gingerly pulled themselves from the car. Glancing back at the seat, there was a small wet dribble where Megan had been sitting. She wiped it away with her hand and hoped Sarah hadn't seen it. Megan felt on the verge of involuntary release, her bladder unable to adjust to her standing position. Her hand flew to her pussy, grasping and kneading to try and hold back the torrent inside of her. Ripping open her handbag, she fumbled for her door keys, dropping them on the floor. Just as she bent over to pick them up, her bum in the air, more wee squirted out, jetting straight through her knickers, spraying the back of her skirt. At the same time, a small dribble of amber urine began to snake down her inner thigh. “Come on Meg I’m busting!” Sarah said, standing on the doorstep with her legs crossed. Meg considered the irony of that statement. With a shaky hand Megan put the key in the lock and opened the door, stepping over the threshold and into her living room. Throwing her bag down and tearing off her coat, she caught sight of her glistening toilet standing proud at the top of the stairs. All she had to do was climb the steps and her agony would be over. OK, she hadn’t quite made it without a spurt or two, but she had done her absolute best, and now the agony would come to an end. The contents of her bladder pushed down hard against her lips, convulsing at the sight of the porcelain. In an instant, Sarah flew past her at the speed of lightening, sprinting up the stairs and slamming the door! “Wait! I can’t hold it!” Megan shouted in protest, but it was too late. Sarah was already tearing down her thong and relaxing her muscles. Megan whimpered as she was left standing in the middle of her living room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her pee bulge really did make her look pregnant. For the first time she noticed that even the waistband of her elasticated skirt was really digging into her, putting pressure on her distended navel. The bulge protruded at least 4 inches from the rest of her usually flat stomach. She stood there and caressed it, tears rolling down her face. All shame now out of the window, she lowered her skirt and slid it to the ground, kicking it to one side. She pee danced around the floor, hands pressing up on her throbbing quivering fanny with all her strength. Here she was, a grown woman, dancing around semi naked, all of her pent up pee about to burst out of her hole. "Please Sarah, I'm about to bust!" Megan cried, whimpering. Sarah, still sitting on the toilet, tried to relax. Although genuinely bursting, only the smallest of streams was dribbling from her snatch, trickling into the water. She had been afraid of this. Suffering from a condition that sometimes prevented her from peeing properly, it was made all the worse when she was forced to hold it until desperate. She breathed deeply, pushing on her locked bladder, but her stream stopped completely. She knew that eventually the rest would come, but it was a waiting game. She thought about poor, bursting Megan, suddenly feeling slightly bad that she had insisted on going first. But only slightly. Megan was beside herself with desperation, trying with every ounce of strength to not completely wet herself. She pushed her fingers harder into her lips, but didn’t have the strength to stop another small dribble from jetting out of her. "It's coming out! Please hurry up!" she sobbed. Her mind floating in an ocean of wee, she wasn’t thinking straight. She had to do something, anything, to stop any more from spraying out. As a last ditch attempt to contain it, she slid down her knickers, kicking them off, and perched on the sofa. Now completely naked from the waist down, she brought up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the cushion, adopting the same position women usually give birth in. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror, she could see every inch of her perfect young body. Her buttocks were trembling from the strain and her bladder bulged alarmingly. Her pussy glistened, a small bead of pee gliding down the folds of her wet lips, trickling down onto her bum. She could see her vagina clenching and unclenching, her lips moving up and down in unison as it happened. Her perineum was quivering visibly, the muscles squeezing back for all they were worth. In that instant, she was powerless to stop yet another hiss of hot pee from squirting out. She saw her lips part, the force ejecting the spray in an arc from her desperate fanny. It was just a half second shot, but with enough force to send the small stream though the air, breaking up into droplets as it flew before landing on the floor in a neat line. Her fingers once again touched the smooth folds of her pussy, parting her lips and pressing firmly, directly on her urethra. Her fanny was sopping wet, her fingers sliding to her urethra with ease. Her mind was a blur, only nonsensical thoughts zipping through. Feeling like she was going mad, her whole existence was now exclusively focussed on the engorged folds of her slippery vagina. She couldn't think and she could hardly breathe, she could only dream of relief, of wetting hard and fast into the porcelain bowl. Her eyes tearing up, the only thing stopping her from completely busting was the force of her fingers pressing up into her frantically desperate wee hole. Sarah breathed deeply and finally started to dribble again, wondering how Megan was holding up. She found herself fantasising about the poor desperate girl spraying urine into those pink knickers she saw earlier. Finally, her dribble became a trickle, which became a squirt, which became a steady hiss as her pee drained out of her. Maintaining a strong hissing stream, the relief was ecstasy as her bladder finally pushed the last few drops from her body. Wanting so badly to see what had happened to Megan, she was sure she would emerge from the toilet and see her standing in a pool of wee. Her heart jumped at the thought and her extreme arousal made her tremble. She longed to make love to Megan, to finally feel her silky pussy lips gliding over her tongue. As she tore the toilet roll and wiped her snatch, a string of love juice slurped from her desperately aroused lips. Megan felt as if she was having an out of body experience, all rational thoughts having ceased. Her pee racked body was desperate for release, but her fingers blocked her urethra preventing any squirts. She closed her eyes and let wee wash over her every thought and feeling, and started to embrace rather than fight it. Her bladder was pounding, as the bursting, stinging, orgasmic pain sent tingles to her clitoris on every heartbeat. She hadn’t even stroked her clit and she felt on the brink of a full body orgasm. She no longer even knew where she was, nor did she care. She had spent the whole day fighting back her body’s needs and urges, and she could fight no longer. She had to orgasm, and she had to pee, both needs no longer under her control. Subconsciously, she removed her fingers from her tender lips. The tension in her fraught body was reaching a peak. Without even needing to touch her engorged clitoris, she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life. The overwhelming feelings of desire and lust merged with the now sharp pain of her bladder, creating a pleasure so intense she thought she would black out. She felt her pussy begin to convulse and part, her inner labia lips now visible as her vaginal muscles shuddered and trembled. Sarah made her way out onto the landing as quietly as possible, hoping to delay Megan’s relief for just another few seconds. Slowly and quietly making her way down the stairs, her clitoris spontaneously convulsed at the sight of Megan and she nearly came right where she was standing. Primal instincts taking over, she could resist the call of Megan’s pussy no longer. As she approached, she saw Megan’s poor bulging bladder as she writhed around in desperation. Her legs were completely spread, her pussy lips fully parted and her throbbing clitoris stood proud and erect. Full to the brim with litres of hot golden pee, her bladder stuck out from her abdomen like a football. Her pussy lips shimmered in the light, wet and slippery, an enormous gush of wee about to erupt from between them. Sarah knelt down in front of the most beautiful girl she had ever met, her vagina just inches from her face. Moving in closer, her nose almost touching Megan’s folds, she could smell the sweet scent of fresh urine. She swooned as the aroma of her pussy filled her nostrils, washing over her soul. Megan’s bladder convulsed and contracted, desperately trying to push the pee out of her tortured body. Her sphincter was about to fail, the wee about to spray out with an unstoppable force. Sarah felt dizzy from arousal. Extending her tongue she began to lick at Megan’s lips, the salty juices slipping down her throat. Megan bucked in response, her body about to release and explode at the same time. Megan felt Sarah’s tongue caressing her lips, but didn’t care. Sharing this experience with someone could only make it better. Sarah’s tongue worked the folds of her pussy, sucking and teasing them, licking up the slippery lubrication from between her lips. She plunged her tongue deep into Megan’s vagina, drinking the love juices that were flowing like a stream. Moving up, as Sarah began to caress Megan’s clitoris, gently rolling it between her tongue and top teeth, Megan’s body bucked and writhed in ecstasy. The tension reached heights she never thought imaginable, the surge of an explosive orgasm reaching its crescendo, and hovering for what seemed like hours. The whole day of holding had accumulated to this moment, the moment of release, the moment of relief, the moment she had thought about over and over again. Her bladder contracted, her wee squeezing down on her weary sphincter, convulsing and trembling under the strain. Her body could take the torture no more. Droplets of wee started to leak past her muscles, entering her urethra. Her bladder screaming, her clitoris pounding, her body shook and bucked as the first wave of orgasm crashed down, a surge of pleasure riding up from her genitals into her abdomen, into every nerve in her body. Her bladder exploded as a rush of hot pee hissed from her pussy. The wee splashed into Sarah’s mouth and sizzled as it cascaded down her chin, flowing down her body and over her breasts, wetting her t shirt. Megan’s fanny squirted more and more as the stream grew stronger, hissing and sizzling from her delicate flaps. Convulsing, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body as her pent up wee flowed unrelentingly. Cupping her mouth around the length of Megan’s pussy, the urine squirted into Sarah’s mouth, filling her cheeks before sliding down her throat. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweetest liquid she had ever encountered, only just being able to swallow quick enough to keep up with the flow. Minutes later, Megan’s muscles started to relax. Her stream now a trickle, her body flopped back into the sofa. The most relaxed she’s been in her entire life, she smiled wide at the realisation of what had just happened. Her bladder felt tender and her clitoris even more so. Sarah removed her face from between Megan’s legs, her tongue licking up the last of Megan’s liquids. She moved up and lay beside her and they kissed passionately, tongues massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Megan could taste her own salty juices as saliva was exchanged between them. Wanting to repay the favour, Megan’s tongue moved down to Sarah’s chest. Kissing and caressing her, she licked up the spilt pee from Sarah’s body, sucking and tweaking her erect nipples in the process. Pulling down her leggings, she plunged her finger hard into Sarah’s pleading pussy and started to suck her clitoris. In a few short seconds, Sarah was having her own orgasm as she pushed harder into Megan’s face, her vagina pulsing and squirting as she ejaculated her come over Megan’s tongue. Both girls now at the point of exhaustion, they collapsed into each other’s arms and slept.
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  12. 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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  13. 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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  14. Looks like there are also some people who are doing holds during nighttime (well, depends on your geographical position, where i'm from it's 2:44 am) I am curious! What is your time?
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  15. Wooooo loved that story and such a happy ending to
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  16. 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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  17. I tend to use Uri and, but that’s because the public bathrooms I use are also used by rude senseless people who take massive suits in the stalks, and nit all of it ends up in the toilet, and then they proceed to not flush. Because of that, i feel more comfortable using a urinal.
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  18. You don't seem to understand why people are down-voting your posts on here. There's two reasons you're missing, and they are demonstrated in the two sentences I quoted above. 1.) That's not something to take as a compliment. We're not trying to be rude or dig at your character, but we've said that you don't seem like an old professor type, and once we said that, you failed to convince us otherwise. You say things about you, but you don't demonstrate it. One would think that a person who teaches English--even if they were caught deep in casual speak with many errors--could put forth the effort to type clearly in order to demonstrate an actual grasp of the English language. Furthermore, if you had a decent grasp of the English language, you would have been able to see why we thought your initial post was confusing, and you wouldn't have immediately tried to defend it but would have instead tried to correct your own mistakes. Your continued insistence that you made no mistakes, along with continued insistence of things which are very likely lies, is the second reason you are getting downvotes (the first reason is in the next paragraph). I'll be the first to say that it's possible you really are an English teacher, but if you really wanted us to believe that, the better way to go about it, rather than insist it, would be to demonstrate it. <-take notes, I just made a sentence with five commas, no lists, and it isn't a run-on sentence We don't want to shame you here. We don't want you to come away from this post miserable. We don't want to shred our relationship with you, and we don't want to burn that bridge, either. What we want is for you to have the fortitude to recognize when you were wrong. You don't have to apologize if you're not comfortable with it, but you shouldn't dig yourself in deeper by repeating the same things you've already said. Even if you're right and we're wrong, all it will do is continue to divide you and us further apart. 2.) I'm a shy person, and I don't need advice for how to wedge a topic into a conversation. Sometimes a conversation isn't compatible with a topic. I like @kochel428's advice but more than anything I find the best advice I could give to anyone is empathy, sincerity, and patience, in that order. You must have the empathy to determine when it is okay to insert the topic into the conversation, the sincerity to say how you truly feel about it, and the patience to understand it's not always the best time and you won't always get the best reaction. Now I do have an advantage over many in being able to get conversations into a very personal place; people tend to appreciate being able to confide in me, it's a special ability I have and I don't know how it works. But on the flip-side I have very high difficulty in approaching new people, and I am very easily stressed by being around people I don't know. So there's an up and a down for all of us. The first mistake you made was to assume that we need some sort of objective advice for a subjective type of situation, or to suggest that there is some method to slip a topic into a conversation where it doesn't belong. It was partially your methodology and partly the situation you described, which sounded to me like the wrong time to bring it up, and partly the way you insinuated that in your situation it went well, which I think to most of us it sounded quite the opposite. She was nice, that doesn't mean you did everything right, and if you were past your teens, you'd be expected to know that. I want to re-iterate that we don't want to shame you here. We don't want you to come away from this post miserable. We don't want to shred our relationship with you, and we don't want to burn that bridge, either. What we want is for you to have the fortitude to recognize when you were wrong. You don't have to apologize if you're not comfortable with it, but you shouldn't dig yourself in deeper by repeating the same things you've already said. Even if you're right and we're wrong, all it will do is continue to divide you and us further apart. Please be well, I have only the best wishes for you. I appreciate all of the times you were kind to us, even if it came off as patronizing. I'm sorry if I come off as patronizing, and feel free to correct me on it. And I appreciate you not losing your temper, I know this must be difficult for you. Please be strong, and know that we want you to be happy.
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  19. Uhhh, most nights. ? Umm, I don’t usually NEED them unless I’m seriously stressed out though. Like the last week for example. But I do usually wear most nights, but usually because I just like how safe they make me feel. I wear during the day if I’m not working more often than not.
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  20. *Chuckles* Only if she will let me be her wing woman
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  21. I don't know she sounds pretty cool to me *Grins* I would love to hang out with her for a day if she was real
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  22. lol Penelope sounds like a interesting dictator to say the least and I'll vote for number 2 they can always try that eventhough it might not work but it is worth a shot
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  23. Flowing Creek

    *reads chapter* ah, right... but still, this "crazy dream" is becoming more of a nightmare! We need to get someone there to fix up this corrupted government and serve justice once again! someone like... Pheonix Wright! but seriously, i vote 1
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  24. We don't film in hotel rooms, though we have staged locations to look like a hotel room before. We have filmed at a variety of locations including houses and professional sex dungeons. There is no single typical way that I usually find locations- In the past locations have been offered up by members of the sites, found through posts on Craigslist or Fetlife, or one of the models as put me in touch with someone who has a location. I always make sure the property owner knows what we are doing. The last thing I would want is a situation where we were trying to shoot at a location and have the owner discover what we were doing and call the cops. Usually I explain that we want a location for shooting legal adult videos, that we are a professional production company, and provide proof of liability insurance. In regards to having a blooper reel, unfortunately the answer is no- I do not have any kind of master collection of bloopers assembled somewhere. Typically, if there is some kind of outtake that is entertaining in any way, I will tack it on to the end of the scene. So, after a member watches a scene, they will then see any outtakes that appear in the scene. However, this happens rarely. The vast majority of our scenes aren't scripted- They are planned, but the models improvise the actual action and dialog, even though they have loose instructions for the scene. Usually I just let the scene play out, so what you see is what you get. Only in the rare case where things get totally off track do we cut and back up.
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  25. Your not chubby at all! Your super cute! Only a 36C? That is a good enough size! Like I said super cute!
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  26. Yeah chill out. The author has to write original content and is making art for it too. Perfection takes time. If people posted rushed content instead of quality content, this wouldn’t be such a great site. Keep up the good work @Dimwitrolo
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  27. a few years ago I saw this woman on the train grimacing and bouncing up and down, it was obvious she had an extreme emergency, and when she got up the floodgates opened and she stood frozen in position crying as pee rained down from her jeans allover the floor. People were laughing but I felt so bad but really turned on at the same time, and I ended up purposely peeing myaelf later that night at home
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  28. I like boths o//w//o but I think prefer jammers uwu
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  29. Wow! I mean, WOW! Perfect, gorgeous, fantastic, wonderful, great... No words are strong enough to describe this. I think the best is actually 'ghsdfjfekglmm". You are absolutely stunning! Many thanks for having shared those pics with us here. You have the body of my dreams :3
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  30. I screen shotted it and underlined it, so in the beginning it was the idea to bring up the subject of wetting by talking to his former student about a friend from Uni that had wetting issues, then the girl heard this and began opening up about her bedwetting I problems and saw him as a nice person for helping her open up and be more relaxed about and see him as a caring person, yet right at the end said “even if your university friend is imaginary”.... but when everyone questioned it all, he said the old uni friend was real and did confide him.... so now this girl sees him as caring and she told him something personal because of a lie, thats super fucked up, i hoped this helped clarify everything to everyone including @KozmoFox as well
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  31. What i read to clarify what everyone is thinking, (also holy shit it took forever to understand wtf he is talking about but this is what i got) was he was talking to a former student who is grown up and gotten their own life about an similar issue involving wetting with an old friend and he said that she was a friend who used to be a student at the University but isnt and is also a former university student and mentioned that after his student graduates, he keeps an open bias that they will continue to be friends and offer them advice and help if ever needed. Here is the creepy part, in the first post @WetG/F you said in the end “even if your uni friend is imaginary” .... so you made up a friend you had at uni with a fake bedwetting problem to get your former student who came to talk to you about her own personal wetting problems, THAT is what is creepy, making up a fake story of a fake girl to get your former student to spill a big secret of herself. That is not only creepy but really horrible
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  32. Either that is what he is doing, or I just fed a troll an entire meal on a silver platter. It's a good thing I was feeling generous today, otherwise, I would feel terrible about throwing all of that food for thought under the bridge. Hopefully it wasn't wasted.
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  33. 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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  34. 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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    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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  38. Trap wetting

    looks like she needed that... Possible for a nude?
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  39. La Pisseuse

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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/
    Free
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  40. Ripped it here: Tiny Pee Compilation Pee in Pants Pee in Calvin Kleins - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  41. It’s been a while since I was caught up in such a desperate situation as yesterday. So I went to China on an exchange programme last year and I really enjoyed it. I made a lot of dear friends, and for the coming two weeks, I’m back there again to visit my friends and relatives for a quick holiday. My flight to China was pleasant enough. I came from Australia where the weather is cool, but summer is approaching in China so I went to the bathroom to change out of my autumn clothing as the plane was nearing its destination. By then, I was already feeling an urge to pee. In the bathroom I wrestled in the tiny cubical, squeezing out of my jeans, and changing into my shorts and T shirt. For a second I considered whether I should pee then and there, but I was clutching an armful of clothes and I figured I could pee once I was off the plane. The plane slowly closed in on the airport, and by the time it had landed I was pretty desperate to pee, and my legs felt a little jelly from the urge. After going through immigration and grabbing my luggage, I was dragging two suitcases (a girl needs her clothes!) and my handbag, and there were lines at the girl’s bathroom. I had to pee pretty badly but I didn’t want to pee while carrying so much stuff and I was confident I could hold it in till I reached the hotel where I was staying. After making this terrible decision I went to take a taxi. The taxi lines were long and it took another 15 minutes till I finally got my taxi. I needed to pee pretty badly and I was already starting to regret my decision. All the juice I drank on the plane was flowing to my bladder, and I found myself unable to stand still. I put my whole weight on my vagina, pressing against the suitcase handle, and it made the wait bearable. The taxi driver was a 40 year old looking guy. He said his back trunk was full so I had to put my suitcases at the backseat, while I sat at the front. We then set off to my hotel. The urge to pee grew and grew, and I was absolutely bursting to pee. The taxi driver seemed very interested in me and kept talking to me, asking me about where I’m from and what I’m doing in China, but I was so desperate I couldn’t quite focus on his talking. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could to hold it in. I considered telling the taxi driver to stop by for a while so I could pee, but I was too shy to tell some random dude I needed to pee. The hotel was further than I thought, and the driving took forever. A car cut in land and the driver stopped the car with a jolt. The seatbelt pressed on my bladder so hard I felt a huge pressure on my pee hole, and I had to clutch my vagina to hold my pee in. The driver asked if I was ok, and I realized I was becoming pretty obvious, so I told him I really needed to pee, and asked if he could let me off so I could find a bathroom. He assured me that we were ‘almost there’. While he drove on he kept saying how holding my pee is unhealthy, but I couldn’t help but notice how he kept leering at my legs as I held myself. I was trying to avoid holding myself in front of him but I was just too desperate. It was around 7:00 pm then and people were going home from work. As you might expect, there was a lot of traffic. I think after 15 minutes later I couldn’t take it anymore, and I suddenly burst out ‘我要尿出來啦’ (I’m going to pee) and I started crying. I didn’t, of course, pee, but I was so desperate every second felt like I was about to lose control. I was literally bouncing on my seat in desperation, and I didn’t want to pee myself in a taxi. I begged the driver to let me off for a while so I could find a toilet, but he just kept saying we’re almost there. Part of me suspected he was enjoying the show, and if he were I knew he would just drive till I peed myself. But there was nothing I could do in that position. My best hope was to keep holding it. The taxi seemed to drive on forever. My shorts were really tight, and my bladder was so full that I undid my button in hopes of giving it some ‘space’. Eventually, the taxi stopped at a traffic light, and right outside the window was a public bathroom! I told the driver to stop for a while so I could pee, but he kept saying he couldn’t stop at a traffic light. I was so desperate to pee I considered bolting out the car for the toilet, but I couldn’t leave all my luggage in the car and risk the driver driving off. I looked longingly at the toilet as the lights changed and we drove off. I was on the brink off peeing myself, and so I yanked my shorts off, and told the driver I’m about to pee in his car. He quickly pulled out a bottle and told me too pee in it. As I was opening the bottle pee was already gushing out. I tried my best to aim and I peed until I had almost completely filled the bottle, which was a large one. I cleaned myself up and put my shorts back on. We finally arrived, and after i unloaded all my stuff the driver drove off. Hopefully I’ll never have to see him again.
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    All Taylor videos, 100 files included part 1 of 2 FINAL 100 vote survey results!
    Free
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  43. 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.
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  44. Me and my weak bladder are back at it again. I was trying to practice self care this week since it was an easy one with very little work. I went to bed early and was excited to wake up leisurely since my usual morning class had been cancelled and I only had one other class that day so an evening spent relaxing was on its way. I, of course, was mistaken. Make no mistake, I woke up leisurely; but when I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed an event on my calendar. My eyes widened as I took in what it read. I had completely forgotten that I had promised the literary club I’m a member of that I would help set up for a guest lecturer the University was hosting. I now had 10 minutes to get dressed and over to campus. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and threw on clothes, grabbing my backpack as I raced out the door. In my haste, not only had I forgotten my key, but also to stop and have my morning pee. Of course, I thought of neither of these things as I hurried to the building we were setting up in. I made it just in time to help and then rushed off to lecture as soon as the preparations were done. It was only once I had sat down in lecture and had time to breathe that I realized my bladder was less than happy. I squirmed a bit until the feeling subsided and thought nothing more of it since there were only 30 minutes left in lecture and I knew I could head home right afterwards. Once the professor finished speaking and released us, I felt my bladder once again raise the warning flag. Although the feeling refused to subside, I once again blew it off. For a moment, I considered using the bathroom on campus; however, after a moment’s deliberation, I decided to just go ahead and make the walk home so I could collapse back into bed or have a nice Netflix date with me, myself, and I. My need only got worse and worse as I made my way home. I was squirming even as I walked, thighs pressing together as much as they could. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides constantly, as I resisted the temptation to hold myself. All the other times I had made the desperate walk back to my place had been after the sun had set. This time it was early afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and pedestrians strolled past me, presumably oblivious to my struggle. Seconds seemed like hours as I hurried into the lobby and then into the elevator, trying desperately to both hold my bladder and make sure no one could tell that was exactly what I was doing. As the elevator ascended, I felt a large spurt dampen my panties. I grabbed my crotch, pee dancing in earnest as I felt the pressure in my bladder grow. Even once I reached my floor, I could barely appreciate that I was so close to relief because one of the people from my floor was on the other side. I quickly removed my hands from my crotch, thanking god that my neighbor hadn’t noticed, before giving them a brittle smile as they entered the elevator I had just vacated. Sensing my proximity to my apartment, and thus to a bathroom, my bladder begged for release, sending two more strong spurts into my panties and dampening my jeans. I could practically feel the liquid sliding down my sphincter, aching to be let free. I eagerly stopped in front of the door and reached into my bag to retrieve my keys but came up empty. I panicked as I continued to dig around but never once felt the cool, reassuring metal that would’ve signified I had the means to enter my apartment. I cursed loudly to myself, hitting the door with my free hand in frustration, as if doing so would magically allow me entrance. All my effort got me was another long leak into my pants, until a noticeable wet spot marred the front of my blue jeans. I got myself back under control, both hands pressed tightly into my crotch, as I took several calming breaths. Eventually, with trembling legs, I managed to get better control of myself and remove my hands. I mentally prepared myself to make the journey back down past the lobby to acquire a spare key. Although I hoped for a moment that the long leak would at least ease the pressure in my aching bladder, it only encouraged my body to let go. The ride back down to the lobby was excruciating and by the time I finally walked over to maintenance, each step I took nearly made me lose control. I gave the on-duty maintenance worker a forced smile as I asked for the spare, praying he wouldn’t notice my need but simultaneously hoping that he would so he’d hurry up. Unfortunately, he seemed in no rush and leisurely looked for the key before handing it over with a smile far more genuine than mine. I thanked him and turned on my heel to head back to my apartment. When my bladder slowly began to leak again, I knew it was game over. I felt it dribble down my leg, slipping to the floor, and undoubtedly leaving a small trail down my jeans. Every second the elevator took to return to ground floor was another second closer to what was beginning to feel like an inevitable accident. Having given up on all sense of decorum, I grabbed my crotch again, bending over at the waist and nearly in tears as my pent up urine strained to get free. Once the elevator finally arrived I hobbled in, quickly pressed the button to my floor, and turned so that the minute the door opened I could make a run for my apartment. Unfortunately, as the elevator doors closed, the floodgates opened. I let out a mortified “no, no, no! Not now! I’m so close!” but my bladder paid me no mind as it finally released itself. I felt the first large leak hit my hands as the elevator ascended, but I continued clutching myself in the desperate hopes of stopping the flood. Despite my best efforts, piss filled my panties, crotch growing warm, as the leak evolved into a waterfall. I was helpless to do anything but stare down at my wet hands, still buried in my crotch, my quickly darkening jeans, and the puddle beginning to form around me. The doors opened on my floor before I had even finished, and I numbly exited the elevator still pissing myself. There I was, a full grown college student, wetting myself where anyone could’ve seen me. Eventually my bladder exhausted itself, and for a minute I stood there staring at my soaked jeans and the damage I’d done to the carpet. I even thought back to the puddle I’d left in the elevator. My cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to my apartment, no need to rush now, and used the spare key to let myself in. I immediately spotted my keys sitting where’d I’d left them: in plain sight on the kitchen counter. I sighed and resigned myself to a long shower and an earlier laundry day then I’d intended.
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  45. All scene is from below.
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  46. Thats easy! I would leave a version of the Katiepee video where she's desperate in the car, but AquaV is unable to stop this time. as much as she tries to hold it in, she's fighting a losing battle. Yep, that'd be my ultimate video
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