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  1. A little stream down my tights
    6 points
  2. The one time at a caravan park On this occasion the children were older, though my son had collected multiple serious diagnosis the most recent being severe uncontrollable epilepsy. Leaving him unsupervised at any time, even to use a bathroom quickly, could have serious consequences. This one time I was taking the kids away for a desperately needed holiday. Flying was out of the question given my son’s conditions so I opted to take them to a caravan park. I scoured the net for a deal and paid for a week at the start of summer. Given the very complex care needs of my son it was vital to feed him frequently and thankfully he had, and still has, a great appetite and eats a variety of foods. I packed while they were at school and found myself frantically filling my car so we could leave before the rush hour. It was warm so I nibbled on some snacks and drank bottled water as I packed suitcases, medical supplies, toys and technology to keep everyone occupied and satisfied while away from home. It honestly never occurred to me to use the bathroom as I was so busy picking up last minute meds, rescheduling medical appointments and checking and rechecking that everything was packed. The children arrived home from their final day at school and I fixed them both a drink and snack and freshened them up before having a drink myself then packing them in the car. It was only an hour drive, primarily by motorway, but it passed through a very busy main city which I knew would be seriously congested come rush hour. I hadn’t bargained in Friday rush hour starting earlier! I hadn’t driven half an hour when the traffic bunched up and slowed to almost stopping. The children coped very well but I was beginning to need to loo by this time and it was coming on sudden and strong! Ten minutes later and I had only driven two more miles as Friday evening rush hour peaked. I should have only been twenty minutes away from the caravan park but instead I still had half an hour to go and I really did need to pee. I shifted about in the driver’s seat and tensed my muscles as hard as I could. We moved another car length, then slowly another but the I noticed the holdup was due to motorways merging. I hoped that once I drove beyond this bottle neck things would move faster. My heart was beating fast, sweat poured off my forehead and my urethra was beating fast for relief. On the third lane in of a six lane motorway there was no way I could do anything but hold. The route neither passed services nor even a petrol station until the town just prior to the caravan park so as slowly as I drove and as desperate as I was, I had just two choices: hold or wet my car. The latter wasn’t an option, especially with the children with me. I rocked and fidgeted as much as the restricted seating allowed, held in by a seat belt and stuck tight behind a wheel. When we next slowed down I used my gear hand to squeeze between my legs as another wave hit me. I was so glad when the traffic seemed to finally pick up speed again and concentrating on the road seemed to help me hold. It became a dull ache though as I felt my bladder so full and heavy every mile I drove. Then from the back of the car my daughter mentioned she was hungry and I realised that due to the delay it was past what would normally be dinner time for the children. I had no food with me but I had googled local take aways and found a highly rated chip shop just at the entrance to the park. My plan had been to unload the car then take the kids there as a first night treat. I mentioned this to the kids and my daughter cheered in delight, while her brother flapped excitedly. I was very aware that he needed to eat rather quickly so when my daughter suggested we stop on route to the caravan and pick food up so we could eat right away I felt this was the right thing for us all...well all except my aching bladder! As we approached the main town just ten minutes before the caravan I moaned as I drove past a McDonald’s on the opposite side of the duel carriageway. Had it been the side I was on I know I would have just let the kids eat there and ran urgently to the ladies. I was beyond bursting and barely holding on but determined to stay dry. As I stopped at a red light I could hardly get a hand between my legs fast enough as my vagina pushed frantically for urgent release. Finally I saw signs for the park and my daughter moaned that finally she could get some dinner! The problem was I now had to stop at the chip shop and hold longer! As I pulled into the parking by the chip shop I was so happy to see it was quiet. I left my daughter in change of her brother as I got out the car, almost bending double with absolute desperation as I did so! As I pushed the front door open the one customer inside left with his order and with the height of the counter offering me some privacy I jigged about frantically as I tried to prevent my body from leaking. It would have been extremely obvious to anyone passing that I was pee dancing but still I felt mortified when the server commented asking if I was ok. Embarrassed and mortified I knew it was clear for anyone to see so as I held between my legs openly bouncing and dancing around like a little kid I muttered with my head held low that ‘sorry, I’m bursting for a pee’. I went bright red when the server replied smiling, whilst making up my order, ‘looks like it too. You staying on the park then?’ As I crossed my legs tight and pushed against the counter as another wave hit I moaned and muttered ‘yeah’. As she handed me the bag full of suppers her parting words almost broke me: ‘I hope you don’t need to wait long for the keys if you are just arriving!’ I jumped back in my car placing the chips on the passenger seat and pulling my seat belt on as I rocked, squirmed and squeezed myself before starting the engine and driving the windy road into the park. Every speed bump caused little leaks and I was in a panic now. I followed signs to reception and once again left my daughter with my son as I danced in and marched on the spot as I waited for the keys to our caravan. In my haste I snapped that my son was severely disabled and could I get the keys urgently as he needed food and medication urgently. It was the truth but in reality he could wait longer than my body could as I felt more pee drop out. I was handed the keys and ran out to the car, not even strapping my seat belt as I drove the short distance to our holiday accommodation while my urethra pulsated so fiercely I could feel myself losing the battle. I am ashamed to say I left both my children locked in the car as I parked up, key in hand and opened the gate to the decking. I had the key in the lock as I used my free hand to hold the waist of my leggings and knickers ready to pull them down. I couldn’t even think straight to work the lock as I squatted at the door with my trousers half down my bottom as more pee ran down my leg. Finally the door opened and I raced into the caravan swearing like a soldier: ‘Fucking hell I’m dying to piss. Where is the God damn toilet!’ My hands now pulling my clothes down as I was a fraction of a second away from unloading a massive stream on the carpet of the hire caravan when I pushed open a door and hobbled to the lavatory just as gallons of pee rushed out of me freely. I moaned loudly before finishing as quick as I could, letting the kids out the car and enjoying my meal with them. I was glad my dark leggings hid the leaks but my wet knickers stayed on until I went to bed.
    5 points
  3. Tea Fairies

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    I really liked the sketch of this, and so I upgraded it into a full colour piece.
    3 points
  4. Thanks for sharing. Tights are adorable but there is something extra special, and hot about a girl peeing footwear, especially sneakers.
    3 points
  5. Sarah returned to her main room with mug in hand and sat down ready to write. Her bladder pulsated and she wriggled in an attempt to get comfortable, her mind every bit as full as her bladder with words that desperately needed out. She opened her email and put in Will’s email address and began writing. “Dear Will, You are so important to me, more important even than my own body. You are heavy on my mind today. I so want to come to yours right this minute to say this face to face but I don’t want to push you more than I already have. Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that. When things trouble you I would love if my shoulder was the one you cried on.’ Sarah sipped her tea, wriggling more and more as her bladder pushed down firmly looking for release. The thought that Will might wake and busy himself and not get time to read her words until later spurred her on to keep writing. It was true that Will was more important to her than her very own body and now she would prove that. She bounced her knee, sipped some more tea and carried on typing. ‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions and that has put us in situations that, for us both, have been enormously powerful, even emotional. When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point. I’m waffling on now. Sorry. This is harder than I thought it would be. I need to be honest with you Will, very honest. I’m sitting in my living room drinking tea having come straight downstairs since waking. I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level. Please excuse me if I am lax with my spelling or punctuation. I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting! But this is important, much more important.’ Sarah paused to read over what she had written so far, anxious to get it right but struggling not only for words but to hold back from peeing everywhere. She bounced on the couch, wriggling frantically as her urethra pushed continuously and forcefully against her cotton knickers. She pressed her hand between her legs and pushed against herself, determined to finish what she needed to do first. She knew if she stopped to run upstairs her mind would convince her not to press send or continue writing. There was no choice. If she wanted to get out what was heavy in her mind the the heaviness in her bladder would have to take second place, regardless how much it fought against that idea. With one hand holding herself, pushing, stroking and cupping herself she used the other to keep typing. ‘Since the very first moment I saw you I have felt something for you. I’ve never felt this before. I thought it was lust. Your golden blond hair, your perfect features and your beard are so appealing. Your eyes look deep into my soul. Your whole body sets me alight. When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle. I have dreamt of meeting someone as caring, sexy, and as interesting as you all my life. The fact that you have the same sexual thoughts, fetish even, as me is like the cherry on the cake. You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’ Sarah had to pause as an intense spasm shot through her and she needed both hands over her knickers while she rocked back and forth. She was utterly desperate to pee and close to wetting herself but she was almost finished her email. She rubbed herself frantically feeling her pants dampening as small drops of urine leaked out mixed with her mucus. Sarah longed to orgasm but the need to urinate was overpowering. If only she could just end her email... ‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together? I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but..’ Sarah was right on edge. She was dancing about like a woman possessed right about to burst. She pushed her coffee table forward and hunched down between the table and her couch and finally allowed her emotions and bladder to release together as she typed her finally five words whilst warm urine poured down her legs and onto her floor, through her underpants and causing a massive puddle beneath her, just as Sarah’s emotions poured from her heart equally uncontrollably.. ‘Will, I love you, Sarah. Xx’
    3 points
  6. Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean
    2 points
  7. I wrote this story, at a similar way, years ago, at experience project, maybe some of you know it. At my youth i had a friend, he was immigrate from a country in east Europe. He had a sister, i liked her and especially her body. She was how i like girls, very slim, nearly thin, she had a super flat, structured stomach with prominent hip bones, slender, sharp legs and small, but firm breast and she had a strong bladder in her belly, sometimes it was bulging out of her abdomen. I did like her, but she was more a girl for my body and for my co.…, than for my heard. We spendet time together, we fucked and we had fun. I noticed that Mira, so was her name, that she never went to the loo, no matter how long we was together and no matter how much i made her to drink, she did not go. Once we went to the cinema, it was early at the evening, as she said " i need to pee before we are going in, i have not since early morning." I was hard at the moment, but it was disappointing, that she was going now. We went to the loo and there was a line in front of the Ladys. She looked and said "i don`t care to wait for so long, i hold it, let`s go in." I was glad about it and hard again. One large coke for each of us, that will be good for her full bladder, i thought. She did drink it all, but did not go to the loo after the film was over. We walked around in the city, had another drink at a kiosk and she still had not peed, she did not even say something about it. Her bladder must be full to burst after holding it all day and drink so much, i was so aroused, i wanted to talk about it and so i asked "you needed to pee hours before and you still did not go, don`t you need anymore?" "Sure i would need to pee, really bad, i think my bladder is big as a soccer ball, but i am good in holding, i am good trained" she answered. Why is she good trained? Was she forced to hold it? Was she not allowed to pee? all that questions and the circumstance that she did not pee for more than 15 hours, made me horny. I asked her why she is so good in holding and she told me, that in her country girls don`t have the equal right to pee, as boys. A boy can go everywhere, but girls nearly nowhere, girls have to hold it. Nobody cares about the human needs of a girl, it is simply usual, that girl don´t pee. She told me that there are many situations where girls can not go. For example, on a fishing boat, there are not many girls at fishing, but if, they can not pee all day long. They leave early at the morning and come back, late at the evening, this boats are small, they don`t have a loo, men and boys piss at the see and girls don`t pee all day. Nobody even aske a girl if she would need to pee too, girls don`t pee, they have to hold it, nobody cares about a girls hurting bladder. She told me that she had the same situation, she worked at the summer holydays at the fields, there was a mixed group, men, woman, boys and girls. Men and boys could pee everywhere, woman did pee too, but girls had to hold it all day long. Mira`s brother told me some experiences where boys made girls hold at the field, i did write one at EP, maybe, i`ll write it here again. There was more situations where the girls could not go. Her brother told me that there was summer festival´s, with music to dance, where you could get something to eat and something to drink, but there was no loos. No problem for the boys, they pissed everywhere, but it was common, that the girls did not pee, girls should no even talk about it to their boyfriend they should ignore their urge until they was at home. My friend told me that the boys did talk as well about it, some was proud of the girls ability to hold it for so long and at her strong bladder. One of the boys said that he pissed 3 times and his girl not even one time, he cant understand, how the girls do that, her bladder must be full to explode. Sometimes started a kind competition between the boys, who`s girl is better at holding, the girls did not know about it. But the best trained girl, can´t hold it forever, if girls are full to burst, they beg their boys to go home, they don´t tell him why, because a bursting bladder and her painful need to pee, would not be reason enough for the boy, to go home with her. Some of the boys love it to make his girl hold, to fill the bladder of his girl up to her navel, the boy know as well why she wants to go home, but he say "just one hour and one more drink, than we go." It would be a shame if the girl said that she could not hold her pee for so long. Girls have to hold it, girls don´t pee! This was many years ago, maybe that is total different now?! But now back to Mira, some weeks after the cinema, she told me that she needs a new passport and that she has to go to her home down. She asked me if i would bring her with my car to her down. I did not want do, because the roads in east Europe was very bad and there was 2 borders, where you have to wait, sometimes for hours, so i said "no" she should go by bus. She was sad about that and said that she would pay for it. She was a poor girl and i did not want to take money from her and than i had a Idee, i told her that i would bring her home and that i would not take any money from her, but she had to pay with her bladder. She looked at me and said " i don´t understand what you mean." "That is simple, you told me you are good in holding and that you have a strong bladder, i love that so much, i don´t take money from you, you pay with your bladder, you let me fill your bladder, you hold your pee for me, all day. That means all day, you pee early at the morning before we leave and than you don´t pee all day, not even before bed, you go to sleep with your bladder full from the day. In the morning we make love, full bladder sex feels so good, and than you can let it out. I think that will be a lot, after holding it for so long." "I can´t endure that for so long" she answered. "Sure, you can! Let us make a deal" i said. The first part is coming soon.
    2 points
  8. This happened a few years ago at Megacon in Florida. A little background, I am a huge nerd! I love theater, Larp, comics, games, cosplay...everything nerdy just about. This particular day, my fiance and I decided to cosplay as Dark elves/Drow. Basically obsidian black skin, long ears, stark white hair and blood red contacts. He wore a suit of Asian inspired leather armor and I wore a black, silk kimono with pink and red flowers. Underneath, I wore red silky panties with a matching bra and, here is the important part, a black lycra body suit to cover my legs, chest and arms. The rest of my skin was covered in theatrical ben nye black makeup. To toot my own horn we looked pretty damned classy. I tinted my makeup blue so it glittered a bit in the light just to give it that extra extravagant flair~ Anyways I get about halfway through putting on my makeup ( a 4 hour process...yes we are very dedicated to our craft) and I realized that A: I had to pee and B: going without ruining my Kimono (roughly $500 real silk kimono) at the con/ taking off my body suit was going to be hell. Once again, dedicated to my craft I stripped off, peed and carried about my setup. After the makeup I went again for good measure and finished suiting up, knowing full well this was going to be a challenging day. We grabbed breakfast from chick-fil-a in full garb (yes funny looks but they had fun with it) and started the roughly hour commute. The long white wig was already making me a little warm so I chugged my large lemonade and about half of my fiances large sweet tea...Mistake number 1. An hour later we are trying to find parking and I ALREADY have to pee. It wasn't terrible, but I was at the point where I would be looking for a bathroom/ be a little impatient to find a spot. Maybe a 6/10. Fully expecting this and unwilling to undress to pee I held it in excited silence for the convention. Getting in and ticketed took another hour and by then I was at like a 7/10. A little fidgety and getting nervous I wouldn't be able to hold it until we left for the hotel in about 4 hours. But hey, I was a theater kid and a Larper, I had done dumb holds like this before so kept holding it. Mistake #2. I lost my need in the absolute sensory overload that was Megacon that year. So many people taking our photo, so many photos we took, all the swag we purchased and of course I cant go to a con without quaffing at least 3 Ramune sodas...Mistake #3. About an hour before we were scheduled to leave my fiance is feeding me a piece of pocky and I realize...I really have to pee. Like BAD. I crossed my legs under my kimono and thought about my options. I was getting tired, but it was SO FUN being at the con. I didn't want to leave early! I could try to go in the ladies room, but the line was a pain and con restrooms are gross. I really did not want to ruin my kimono with someone else's pee, but what choice did I have then? I made the decision to wait it out and be a big girl. Mistake #4. Over the next hour I passed up several Ramune sodas and got very quiet as I used to do when I was in danger of an accident. I fidgeted my way through the dealers room and one last panel before I realized this wasn't going to work. After giggling at a shadow cast and feeling the tiniest little dribble escape I bolted upright and told my fiance I was going to find the restrooms. I couldn't do it. It was now or never. Either DEFINITELY ruin my kimono and my dignity with my own pee or risk the chance that it was getting ruined by another's pee...The choice seemed obvious to me now. I hobbled trying not to leak over to the public restrooms, which for reference were about 50 yards away and got in the WORST LINE I have ever encountered in my life. It was easily 40 ladies long, each with some kind of huge bag of stuff to deal with or some horrible costume to take off. I knew from previous years that there were only so many stalls in that ladies room. Doing some mental math left me very dubious of my ability to hold it through this line. 5 minutes later the line had gone down to maybe 30 women and I was DESPERATE. Here I was, playing this upper class character at the con literally potty dancing trying not to piss on the floor. There were a few times I considered going outside to the terrace and lifting my kimono out of the way to tinkle through my bodysuit on the grass. Needless to say, shy Etchy back then didn't do so. Each time I thought about it the need got worse and more than once I dribbled into my panties. 20 min after joining the line I was finally in the bathroom proper, not just lined up on the wall outside and I was absolutely shaking. My legs were in a permanent state of locked crossing with my knees bent for extra pressure. I am practicing deep, slow, breathing because to sharp of an inhale or exhale will cause me to start peeing uncontrollably. My arms were stiff near my crotch and my hips were swaying back and forth. It would have been super obvious to anyone looking at me that I was about to piddle myself in front of 10,000 people. It was this that saved me. A girl near the front of the line kept looking back at me whenever I would whimper with a leak or tense harder than normal because a wave was obliterating my resolve. Finally after she became next and I was still 5 girls back she asks me if I want to skip her. This was both the nicest and most embarrassing thing I can think of that anyone in the nerd community has done for me. Ever. All I could do was nod with tears in my eyes as I moved in front of her. A few girls on the way grumbled, but she silenced them with a very angry look. A few minutes and at least two leaks later and FINALLY I was moving slowly into a stall. I quickly doffed my kimono and hanged it up behind me and stared longingly at the toilet, knowing it was going to be a struggle to remove the body suit. I reached up behind me while dancing in place and fiddled with the zipper at the nape of my neck. Suddenly the contortions became a little to much for me and I lost it. Just for a second, but still. I peed full on for a full second. it wasn't a leak. It wasn't a dribble. I peed, for a full second, in my pants. I thought I was gonna lose it right then. I thought about just plopping down in the body suit and going, but I held it. Barely. Finally the zipper was low enough to peel the bodysuit off and down. My panties were soaked. My body suit had streaks down the legs. There were a few drops on the floor. But Good god It was finally time. I yanked my panties down and had the second most blissful pee of my life in that con. I peed for a good minute before it slowed down. Eventually I stopped, and shakily redressed myself, cringing a little at the cold dampness of my panties and body suit. I rejoined my fiance and we enjoyed the con for a bit longer before heading out. All In all i saved the kimono and most of dignity...
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  9. Cute girl wets her jeans and panties + jerk off instructions View File Some screenshots Submitter joshnolan Submitted 03/27/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
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  10. Audition

    The puzzles are very, very nice, I got Pokemon Ice Path flashbacks and I like Ice Path. Lucky is a cool character, you get to know her pretty well throughout the game, which is great for a one hour playtime. I would suggest using the save states to navigate easily throughout the game and get all the endings (or full playthroughs if saving's too casual for you). There's one part that could've used cg in the later parts of the game (not going to spoil). I've seen the art grow as a playtester and it has a promising growth.
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  11. put me on the recent status updates
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  12. Leaky Lillie

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Pokemon use struggle if they run out of PP. Lillie here, does the opposite.
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  13. Who has been desperate in a lyft or uber ride? I drive part time for lyft and had a women in her mid 20's who was desperate to pee, she even said needed to go. She seemed like she was super desperate when she got out of the vehicle at her destination. she was fidgety the entire 15 minute drive.
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  14. I think I love that too.
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  15. Come on, necro-ing a six year old thread?
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  16. I washed them with a quick swim (there's a lake within 50 meters). I actually never took them off, I just let them dry on me 😂
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  17. This is a teaser for a maybe longer story. This is a personal fantasy of mine so I'm curious as to whether you guys like it too. Let me know. ----- Brian yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. He was in one of his history courses and it was boring as hell. Brian was a freshman in college but he was a history buff in high school so he felt like he already knew this stuff. He let his gaze wander around the room. The girls at college were so much hotter than girls in high school. Brian honestly couldn't believe it sometimes. A row in front of him and a handful of seats to the right sat a girl with long brown hair and even longer legs which she showed off with her very short skirt. Her name was Alice and she was pretty nice but way out of his league. Alice took a drink of her water bottle and Brian's mind of course went to his fetish, fantasizing about her needing to pee in class. Brian imagined the Alice having drank a full bottle of water before class and then working on a second one now, and that her bladder was slowly filling, filling, filling. Alice shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sort of look around the room, and then looked at the clock. Did she really have to pee? Brian felt his cock start to get hard. Time passed and Brian continued to watch Alice during class. She showed no more signs of needing to pee now and Brian's mind started to wander. He imagined that he was right about her needing to pee, and that her need was starting to get concerning. He saw her look at the clock again. Brian fantasized about her drinking water before this class, water which would now be trickling down and putting pressure on her bladder. Alice crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her bladder continuing to fill until she felt like she was bursting, little spurts of pee starting to escape. Alice's hands shot between her legs and she started bobbing up and down in her seat, looking toward the clock and door. Brian was bewildered. Was he imagining a connection? He stared at this desperate girl as she shifted and fidgeted in her seat. There was only 15 minutes of class and she seemed to be deciding if she should just go or if she could make it. Brian stared intently at Alice as he started to imagine her bladder filling beyond capacity. The pressure of the liquid inside pressing against her desperate urethra and threatening to burst into her panties at any moment. Alice gasped quietly and crossed her legs tight, both hands against her pussy. Brian could see her rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep from peeing herself, though she seemed to try to hide it under her desk. Brian was amazed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? He supposed there was one way to find out. He imagined that Alice's need to pee mostly vanished, to just a dull need. Alice's body seemed to relax. She looked around the room nervously, seeming confused. She glanced at the clock and the front door. She seemed to decide that it wasn't worth risking her urge coming back and starting to leave class early. She quickly packed up her bag, put on her jacket, and made her way down the aisles in the seating to the front of the room. Brian's felt his cock get harder. This would really be the true test. He stared intently at Alice as she reached the front of the room. Brian imagined Alice's bladder again filling with liquid. Rapidly, to the brim, feeling like she might burst. Alice immediately doubled over at the front of the room, bending at the knees and crossing her legs. All eyes began to fall on her and her cheeks became visibly red. Brian's cock became rock hard. He imagined the pressure on Alice's pussy building, building, until it hurt and became too much. Alice bobbed up and down in place, letting out a whimper. Her hands worked furiously between her legs, rubbing her pussy in front of everyone. Brian's cock was throbbing. He imagined Alice's muscles relaxing. Alice's eyes widened as a hissing sound started to come from between her legs. Her skirt provided no cover as she began to wet herself forcefully in front of the entire class. Alice tried to stop the flow but her muscles seemed to relax against her will, continuing to let her piss herself all over her boots and the carpeted floor. Brian kept imagining Alice peeing full force and out it kept coming. Alice began crying, realizing she needed to just make a run for it and fleeing while pee still gushed from between her legs, splashing onto the floor below her. Brian watched in amazement as the girl disappeared from view, leaving a long wet trail connected to a huge puddle at the front of the room. This changes everything.
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  18. Just me whimpering like a pathetic toddler and wetting my Minnie Mouse pull-up in the floor. I leak and make a puddle. ☺️ 1F9D8F7A-6A79-478C-B2DB-BE74CC3DDD04.MOV
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  20. Will had drifted in and out of a very fitful sleep, restlessly tossing on his king size bed as his mind tormented and teased him. He had no idea what time it was as a sudden and very strong urge to use the bathroom stirred him into fully wakening. As will lay on his back naked he grabbed his penis tightly, aware that not only was he in urgent need of releasing piss but he was also hard and horny. Will sat up urgently as another spasm seemed to come quickly and unexpectedly. He carefully swung one leg over the side of the bed as both hands held onto his member in the hope he would make it to the bathroom in time. An empty stomach but overfill bladder made for a difficult combination as Will regretted drinking so much water as he gained more consciousness with every passing spasm from his bladder. He hobbled around the bed bent over as his phone beeped with an alert. Bleary eyed and too curious for his own good, Will picked up the phone in one hand whilst tightly pinching himself closed with the other. He typed in his code one handed, silently cursing at how badly he had to piss. ‘Oh Fuck! I’ll piss then read. Oh my God though it’s Sarah! Right if she’s calling it off I’ll just read the first line then run. Oh man I’m dying for the loo. Open you stupid email before I piss on the carpet!’ Will sat on the edge of his bed, his naked legs crossed tightly, his knee bouncing in urgently. His eyes were drawn to the opening lines: Dear Will, You are so important to me, more important even than my own body. Will found himself reading and talking back to the email as if Sarah could hear him. He adjusted his hold on his penis, which was now tingling with desire and moving of its own doing. Just reading an email from Sarah aroused Will more than he even realised as he pictured his auburn princess right beside him, knowing his current struggle would be a huge turn on to her. What might she be meaning about him being more important than her own body? He smiled as he realised he too must value her the same way, after all there was absolutely no other person who could have persuaded him to hear from them more than he desired to empty his bladder right now. Will read on eagerly: ‘I so want to come to yours right this minute..’ Oh sweetheart, I want that so badly. But I’m afraid I might piss on you! Oh fuck Will read quicker! Will found himself squirming badly as he read more. ‘Whatever you need I would love to be the person to provide that. ‘ Babe, I need a lavatory, a bucket, or even a bottle! I need to wee like you would not believe! Oh beautiful if only you really were here to do that right now! Will had to clench tighter as the very thought of having a bucket before him sent urine towards his penis at a rate of knots. He tried standing but as he bent over he lost his balance as his naked bottom fell back onto the side of his bed. Will scrolled down a little and read another part: ‘I know our relationship has been very intensive and desperate at times. We have both really struggled to hold back and control ourselves on occasions..’ Oh God girl, you have no idea how much I am struggling right this very second! This IS intensive honey. You really do have no idea. Will stroked his erect penis hoping his erection would hold his urine back. He so wanted to get to the end of the email... ‘When I am with you I am often so full, so longing, so focussed on trying to hold back. Even right now, despite you not being here, I feel all that and so much more. My whole body is longing, my breasts are sensitive, my nipples hard, the very hairs on my neck are tingling. It’s hard to focus on writing though I know I need to. My heart is beating faster, my back sweating. This is hard, but blissful. I need to get this out but I’m struggling to get to the point. Maybe if I keep writing, moving around the subject more, it will come out of me at some point.’ Will’s balls ached badly both with the need to pee and the need to cum. He closed his eyes and pictured Sarah aroused and ready. Will was ready too...more than ready. Babe, spit it out before I burst here! At this rate it will be firing out of me before it comes out of you! As if to illustrate his point, then and there Will watched in horror as a spurt of urine shot out of his erect shaft, firing in the air before landing on his bare foot. The warm liquid sent shivers through Will’s body as wave after wave hit him strongly, his bladder hard and distended and bulging with liquid. Still Will refused to allow himself relief until he got to the end. ‘I’m consumed by something very urgent, on more than one level’ Yes, yes Sarah! Me too! I hear you! Will’s teeth were clenched every bit as much as his muscles as his whole being longed to pee and cum so badly. Will tried to focus on what Sarah might be referring to but all he could think about was getting the release he needed. He was right on the edge, unsure of what might be coming next. ‘I’m sitting in just my nightie and knickers desperate for the bathroom while typing but determined to finish this before I go. I haven’t been since last night and I’m bursting!’ Will read and reread those two sentences as his hard penis responded excitedly. Will was seconds away from coming and he knew it. The thought of Sarah squirming writing to him, his own urgent need for the same thing combined with the sexual effect that had on them both was sending waves of three fold pleasure right through Will as he stroked and imagined and enjoyed himself. It wasn’t easy to do so, but he needed to read more. ‘When you squirmed in my office you caused my whole body to tingle.’ Yes Sarah, you do that to me too baby! More than you realise. Ohhhhhh. Fffffuuuu.... Will’s eyes were blurring as his body shook with desire. It was all he could do to blink and try and read on. Will scrolled with one hand and stroked with the other as desire culminated and cum shot out of him as he read. ‘You drive me crazy and making love to you is like going to heaven.’ Yes, yes, yes. Fuck that’s what it’s like for me too! Woah! Shit I needed that babe! With sticky cum covering his still erect shaft Will rubbed it all around his head and length as he read the remains of Sarah’s message. As he relaxed though, another urgency hit him with such an intensity he almost sent piss firing to his ceiling. Oh fuck did he NEED to piss now! With his finger pushed tightly against his opening Will rushed to the bathroom, phone still in hand as drips of piss moistened his hand and fingers. ‘I guess what I am saying Will is that...oh God I’m so desperate to wee..whatever you are struggling with, whatever is holding you back; your fears, your past, your anxieties...how about we face them together? Will stumbled to his bathroom in the dark with just the faint light from the window to guide him to where the toilet was. With Sarah he could face this. He had to. He couldn’t live his life any longer only able to urinate in his own bathroom. He had to beat this. Will just hoped he could as another spurt shot out splashing in what he could only hope was his toilet. With one hand holding and vainly trying to point Will gazed at the ending to Sarah’s extraordinary email. ‘I really really need to go now. I’m just going to release this because I can’t hold back. I know this will be messy, out of control, and leave us both with so much to sort out but..’ Will had to release too. The tension, the pain, the intensity, was too much now. He breathed and relaxed as a thick stream cascaded from his penis like his life depended on it. It was exactly as Sarah was saying: messy, out of control and he was sure he too would have mess to clear up as he fondled in the dark hoping at least most of his pee was making it into the toilet. As he allowed his body to empty he reread the last paragraph of the email as it suddenly dawned on him that Sarah had wet herself because she had put him first. She had wanted him to get her email so badly she had pushed herself to an extreme situation to such an extent she had caused herself mess and inconvenience all because of him. She really was someone very very special. He needed her. He had feelings for her. He wondered...could it be? As his pee finally subsided Will gave himself a shake before finally turning to switch the light on to read Sarah’s closing words clearly. He placed the phone on the side of the sink as he flushed the toilet and then returned to the sink to wash his hands, tears streaming down his face as he finally admitted to himself how he really felt about Sarah. ‘Will, I love you,’ I love you too Sarah. So much my sweetheart. So very much.
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  21. Yuno: Yuno enjoys sweets, like parfaits and such. But, she's always careful about how she eats, so she doesn't get tummyaches.... Often. Sanni: Unusual...? No, not really. I mean, I've gone in bins and such.. but that isn't TOO weird, right? Yuno: Yuno.. has been stuck several times. She just.. has to either endure it..Or, at least.. long enough for the driver to pull over, so she can.... On the side of the road, or such...
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  22. I like them bulky, it feels so comforting and makes me feel calm, i can easily fall asleep with my diaper on, pacifier and onesie. It makes me excited to just be in one, and get more excited when wet
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  23. Finally completed my pokedex recently! And then to top it off, I caught a shiny ditto. What better way to celebrate than by drawing one of the Poke girls?
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  24. Yes I love that! When occasion allows, I love letting go small spurts for hours so it stays a little wet between my legs.
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  25. You are right, I am horny and I should use this situation. Renate needs to wee since so many hours, her bladder is overfilled to explode, her abdomen is swollen from her big bladder, she is needing to pee so bad that she would do „everything „to piss her bladder pains away, to let it finally out. What do you think that she should let me do with her? What do you think that she has to do with me? Than, if she has done everything, she was told, than when she had endured everything, that I made with her, i should say „ sorry, i changed my mind, I don’t let you wee, you are a big girl, I am sure you can hold it longer, you have to hold it, no wee for you!“ I would tell her to lift her short skirt, to show me her wet panties, would tell her to pull her panties down to her knees, to show me her slit, between her naked, smooth thighs, I would push my finger in her girl slit, I would block with one finger her pee hole and with the other hand I would push her bulging bladder back in her belly, after all i would like to fu..... her. What to you think I should do with her? What do you think that she has to let me do with her, to get finaly permission to wee or just the hope to be allowed?
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  26. I like it, but it's got a few issues: The biggest thing being that you remain in control of Lucky during cutscenes. Doesn't really break anything from what I've seen, but it looks weird. Other things that would be nice changes: Putting completed spells/potions into a different list from their recipes. An indicator that Lucky has wet herself, like inflicting her with a status effect that lasts until you clean her up. More teasing from the demons if Lucky is wet. Seems odd that they comment on her about to pee herself, but not if she has peed herself. Achievement list
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  27. You should play with her, make her suffer for complaining. You must be so horny, so why hold back? Take to opportunity to make her ready to explode, ready to do anything in her power to feel relief, only she won't get it! Hold it in, pee pee girl. Hold. It. In. 😉
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  28. Not dead and still going! Emelie twitched with irritation. She wanted to tell this damn woman off, but even she wasn’t about to mess with a Wraith… that wouldn’t stop her from antagonizing her though. “Oh fuck off. Forgive me if I don’t appreciate people slicing the lock on my apartment and barging in.” she seethed. The silver haired woman shrugged; it was apparent she hardly cared. “It’s somewhere in your contract as a field operative for PrivSec. I can… conscript...any lesser ranking agent.” she said dismissively. “I don’t think that counts for off the books operations not sanctioned by PrivSec.” Emelie countered, wandering over to her liquor cabinet. At those words Lynd looked up from whatever mindless drivel she was watching on TV. An off the books mission, that would get anyone’s attention. The Wraith caught her glance and narrowed her eyes causing the smaller woman to shrink down into Emelie’s couch. Her eyes glowed faintly for a moment, as she identified the smaller woman. “Lynd Revest… just started today, hmm? I would suggest you pay attention to your little show.” she said, a hint of warning in her voice. She turned back around to face the tv and swallowed noisily. “Anyway, as I was saying...I have a lead, and I know you want to figure out what the fuck is going on as much as I do.” she enticed Emelie. The raven haired woman stared back at her. “Well, what’s the lead?” she asked. The Wraith shook her head and wagged her finger at Em. “First, I need to know that you’re going to commit to this and not fuck me over.” she said coldly. You didn’t get to be a Wraith without a healthy dose of cautiousness. “You follow my lead, you do well? I’ll let you know more. I’ll start to fill you in. Just need to know you’re the kind of woman I can count on.” the Wraith said, watching Emelie as she stared back. A tense few moments of silence before Emelie finally acquiesced. “Against my better judgment I’ll do it, but I swear if you barge into my apartment again like this I’m going to kick your ass.” Emelie growled, laying down some ground rules. The silver haired woman looked unperturbed by the threat, but there was a sudden brief anomalous readout of the wraith’s emotions. A brief flicker, had it said fear? She straightened her posture, glancing down, suddenly looking somewhat irritated for a brief moment before returning to her normal intimidating demeanor grateful the damp gusset of her panties wouldn’t soak through her form hugging suit. "Are you at least going to tell me your name?" Emelie asked with an irritated tone. "I mean... I'll settle for bitch that broke into my apartment but that's a bit of a mouthful." she said in a scathing tone. The wraith just stared back at her and shook her head. "Nyx is fine, better off you don't know who I am." she commented dismissively. "and you can be..." she paused, waving her hand in a circle as if she was thinking. "Nemesis? No... Eris. Yeah, you're definitely Eris." she said. Emelie stared at her blankly. "Eris?" she asked. "Code names... Old Greek Mythology from before the end." The Wraith explained. "You should read a book some time.." she chided the darker haired woman. Em clenched her jaw with irritation, glowering at the woman. Nyx cocked her head to the side, staring intently at Emelie. “Anyway, get dressed and be quick about it. I’ll be waiting in the hall.” she said, turning on her heel and waving Emelie’s door open with her hand. She scowled, but on the inside was brimming with excitement. Hurrying back to her room past the confused looking Lynd she moved to her closet. This was a chance to work with a Wraith the true elite of PrivSec and for that matter… all of Sanam city. Clothes… she stared blankly into her closet rifling through the various outfits. From the hangars she grabbed a pair of form hugging leather pants and a jacket to go with it. Yanking off the sweatpants, she paused. Rummaging through her underwear drawer brought butterflies to her stomach. Each flimsy, silken pair of cloth, once her only choice for undergarments, now left her with a vague unease. She swallowed nervously. What if she did *that*… in front of the Wraith? Emelie chewed on her lip, finding herself wishing for some form of protection. “No…I’ll be fine…” she said quietly, as if she could convince herself it was the truth. A somewhat risque pair of panties slipped from her hand as she shut the drawer. Choking down her pride, she tugged up the sweatpants. With a fiery blush burning in her cheeks, she sheepishly returned to her living room. Lynd was as distracted as ever, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Emelie cleared her throat. It was a struggle to find her voice. “Lynd…” she began quietly. The younger girl blinked in surprise, turning to face Em. “Uhh, yeah?” she asked, glancing away from the TV for a moment before turning her attention back to the show. “I was wondering… if I could… borrow...one of your…protective undergarments…” she said. With each word her voice softened. Without her augmented hearing Lynd might not even have heard that she was asking for one of her pullups. That got her attention. Lynd waved her hand and muted the TV. Breaking out into a fit of giggles, it took her a moment to compose herself. There was a certain satisfaction she felt about seeing Emelie come ask her for one of her pullups. With a haughty grin, she pointed towards the corner of the room. “Sure, they’re over there.” she commented. Emelie hurried towards the package, quickly yanking one out and dashing back to her room before Lynd could get another word in. Unfolding the garment in her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror. The cutesy print adorning the garment added insult to injury. Kicking off her sweatpants, she sighed. Here she was, after going off on her squad about these damned things. Here she was about to wear one. Trading away her maturity for protection, she donned the garment. It wouldn’t be the first time; she vividly recalled the night Aria had forced her to wear one. This, however, would be the first time of her own volition. Stepping through the leg holes, she tried to pretend it was just another pair of panties. The thin padding that encased her hips wouldn’t let her forget so easily. Emerging from her apartment, she saw Nyx waiting for her as promised. The woman glanced at her, giving a scan of her outfit. “Let’s go.” she said curtly. The pair made their way out of the apartment building, Nyx leading the way. "We'll take my car, yours should be finished tomorrow." she commented nonchalantly. Emelie gave her a sidelong glance. The amount of information the Wraith had access too was a bit unsettling. Em knew about the vast PrivSec databases. Much of the information shared between the corporations was gathered by employers. As a PrivSec employee she had greater access than most, but in the past it was she who had leveraged it against targets. She wasn't comfortable being on the receiving end of such a watchful eye. Nyx's car caused Emelie to stare for a moment. She didn't particular care about cars but she had to admit it was a very impressive looking piece of machinery. Black, low to the ground, sleek, angular but curved... it was hard to even describe. If Joshua could see it... he'd freak out. It made his brutish sports car look absolutely antiquated.The doors opened, a pale red light bathing the interior of the car. Even though she knew it was for optimal for low light situations, she couldn't help but think it made the vehicle look utterly sinister; she loved it. "We don't have all night... we'll, you don't have all night." Nyx said as she lowered herself into the car. "Right, ahh sorry." Emelie mumbled, quickly entering. The slight bulk of the pullup underneath her pants brought a blush to her cheeks, she tried to ignore it. It was just another piece of equipment... The door slid shut on its own and she was treated to the advanced interior. Her blacked out armored sedan wasn't a cheap beater but this made it feel like one."What even is this?" she asked, running her fingers along a carbon fiber panel. "A corsair, issued to all Wraiths." she responded as if it were just another car when it was so clearly much more. It even sounded different. the engine made a quiet almost alien hum on top of the sonorous exhaust note. Much more refined that Joshua's monstrosity... probably every bit as fast too. That thought was answered shortly as they rocketed out of the parking lot into the sparsely populated evening streets. The engine let out a banshee howl echoing off the buildings as she drove. Emelie paled, tightening her grasp around the door handle before the car settled into a reasonable speed and Nyx let the angular steering wheel fold away. "Okay, a couple of days ago I was recovering trash for PharmaTek." she began. Emelie blinked "Uhh, recovering trash?" she interjected. Nyx shot her an unamused look for being interrupted. "Hardware slated for disposal, trash." she said with a hint of irritation. Most of her irritation stemmed from being sent on such a menial task rather than with Emelie herself. "I was as surprised as you are. It's what made me suspicious. A standard team could have recovered the truck with ease. Some low level gang took it, I don't even think they knew what they had taken or what they could even do with it." she continued. "When I came across them they hadn't even managed to open the truck yet." she explained. Emelie pursed her lip. "So you think it's something to do with..." she let the question hang. Nyx nodded "PharmaTek manufactures the Serum series line of anti-rejection drugs. What could be in there that's so important they would contract Wraith level services to retrieve a truck full of trash? Something they can't risk getting out into the public." Nyx hypothesized. "So I sliced the locks and blamed it on the gang. The truck is sitting in a staging area waiting for a PrivSec escort to the disposal area." "Uhg..." the Wraith paused to rub her stomach. "I'm so fucking hungry again." she said. It was apparent she had quite the temper. Though... that was evident earlier when she'd been tearing apart the doctor's office. "This has just been miserable lately." she griped, letting down her professional shell for a moment to complain about personal matters. "Yeah... I could eat again." Emelie agreed reluctantly. A quick stop made for Emelie's second helping of greasy fast food for the day. It was so bad but oh so good. The stare from the drive through teller greatly amused her though. Soon after gorging themselves on cheap food they were back on track headed to... well Emelie had no idea but Nyx knew. The Wraith wiped her mouth with a napkin, waving her hand again. The dashboard illuminated projecting schematics and blueprints into the air. "This is the layout of the staging area... are you paying attention? Pay attention." she said, catching Emelie staring out the window up at the faint glow of the aurora centralis. "Oh... right, yeah." Em quickly corrected herself. "Guards are regularly stationed here, here, here and here." she began, speaking quickly. "They traverse the perimeter every ten minutes. When I was dropping off the truck I stole a badge that will let us infiltrate here." she said, gesturing and pointing with each new piece of information. Emelie could barely keep up. "You'll have to keep the door open for me otherwise exfil will be... difficult." she continued. "Wait... you're using me as a doorstop?" she asked, pursing her lips. Nyx gave her a nonplussed look at the question. "The badge I took will open the door but once the request goes through their SIEM system it'll likely trip an alert and a guard will go investigate and the badge number will get locked. So yes, I'm using you as a doorstop. A door stop that has to incapacitate any guards that try to shut the door." she said sharply. Her team had complained on more than one occasion that Emelie liked to stress the details but this was another level. The minutia in which Nyx covered the building and plan was staggering. She even listed off which windows were borosilicate reinforced compared to which were standard soda lime glass. It was almost too much to take in. Emelie just nodded every so often as she covered her plan, doing her best to pay attention. It was a simple plan, guard the door. Nyx sneaks in, visits the truck, figures out what they were hiding comes back out... simple. She didn't interrupt, not wanting to upset the Wraith. "Got it Eris?" she asked. Emelie stared at her for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, should be simple." she responded, running her hand through her hair. Nyx didn't seem convinced... Fortunately she didn't press her for the details she'd given her. "Good." she responded professionally. Waving her hand the projection disappeared and Emelie found herself with incoming files. Accepting the transmission the blueprints they had just been covering along with various notes. Emelie rolled her eyes, if this was what being a Wraith meant she was glad she never pursued it. Basically becoming a slave beholden to the company; no thanks... though the car was pretty nice... All of the perks didn't stop Nyx from dirtying her pants just like Emelie though. After the briefing, the two sat in an awkward silence. With the car driving itself, Nyx leaned the seat back and shut her eyes. Emelie glanced at her, staring for a moment. Wraiths were spoken about in hushed tones. Some Privsec employees didn’t even believe they existed, yet here she was sitting next to her. Emelie opened her mouth, ready to make small talk. Everything that came to mind, however… she decided to shut up. Apparently Nyx had seen her staring, and cracked open one of her eyes. “Can I help you with something?” she asked plainly before shutting her eye again. “No… well… I was just wondering how long you’ve been a Wraith for. What kind of implants do you have? Is it true that you have a kill-switch?” she found herself asking, the questions flooding out. There were more she could have asked, but she quickly shut up after that. Nyx chuckled; it was a low, almost synthetic laugh.”Technically, those first two are classified. Well, I say classified, but it’s not like I even know the first one. They wipe your memory before you become a wraith; no lingering attachments, you know?’ Emelie’s jaw dropped; she’d heard rumors, but...Nyx continued, unperturbed. “Let’s just say...a while...and as for my augs? Better than yours… much better than yours.” she said with a hint of amusement. “As for the kill-switch? No, don’t be stupid.” she admonished. “There are other safeguards in place.” she said dismissively. “Again, classified, and to be honest? They don’t tell us either.” she said with a wry grin, “Probably a good idea, or we’d try to get around it. They say every Wraith has a different safeguard, but I have no idea.” she shrugged. “I answered your questions, now-” Nyx began with a hint of snark to her voice.“Sort of…”, Emelie mused. “As I was saying...How long have you been with the company?” Nyx asked. It was obvious that wasn’t her real question. She had access to that information in the PrivSec records at a whim. Emelie was smart enough to infer what she was really asking. “A few years.” she began. Glancing out the deeply tinted window, another one of those wretched, glaring advertisements caught her eye. She shifted in her seat, once again reminded of what she was wearing. “I was PD before.” Emelie continued. Nyx nodded “I know.” she commented. The Wraith’s eyes began to flicker and glow. An image was being projected from her ocular implants, floating in front of her face. Emelie paused, distracted…she was lingerie shopping! Bralettes and negligees flashed on the screen as she scrolled through the digital storefront. “Uh, well yeah… like I was saying. I was PD before but it just wasn’t for me. Call it greed or whatever.” Emelie continued. “So you left for the money?” Nyx asked, glancing away from browsing for a moment. “Mostly, yeah… and don’t laugh, but I thought I could make a bigger difference taking bigger jobs.” she admitted, slightly embarrassed by her younger self’s naivete. “No no, I get it. It’s bullshit, but I get it.” Nyx teased. “I like to think we make the city a better place.” Emelie said. It earned a shrug from the Wraith. “How noble of you. I guess it makes sense, what with your parents and all.” Nyx commented. Emelie’s expression darkened at the mention of her past. “Yeah, well, at least I know who they were; that memory wipe you wraiths get sure must bite, huh?” she spat back. Emelie thought she saw Nyx’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second and immediately regretted her outburst. But it was only for a second. She wasn’t even sure it had happened; suddenly Nyx was chuckling and putting her hands up in mock surrender. “Yeah, it sures does.” she conceded, sounding almost wistful. The silence that set in afterwards was painful; Emelie desperately groped for a change in subject. Nothing came, and the silence seemed to draw on longer and longer. Emelie contented herself with watching the city pass by through the window. Eventually sleep found her and she lazily dozed off to the alien hum of the car’s grav-engine. An hour later maybe, she felt a gentle shake on her shoulder. She wasn’t quite sure how long it’d been. Her HUD read midnight; what time had she fallen asleep? It didn’t matter, they had a job to do and were slowly approaching the location. “Wake up, we’ve arrived.” Nyx’s voice roused her. She rubbed her eyes letting out a tired grumble. “I’m up I’m up.” The mirthful tone that had suffused the silver haired woman’s voice earlier was gone. In fact, there wasn’t *any* tone at all... “Is this what Wraiths are like on missions?” She thought back to the rumors she had heard in her first weeks and months at PriveSec; about the hypnosis and neuro-implanted autosuggestion that Wraiths supposedly used to better sync with their implants. “Does she even recognize me right now, or am I just assigned as her “squadmate?” The thought was more than a little unsettling. As expected, the warehouse was quiet. Nestled in the heart of the 3rd industrial zone, it looked just like every other building in the vicinity. Emelie knew though, that what was contained within could potentially blow this case wide open! At least... that's what she hoped. The car slowly passed by the front of the warehouse. Inside the cockpit of the car the windshield and side windows were identifying guards, pinging on the screen giving a readout of who they were, what weapon they were holding, and baseline threat assessment. Emelie was floored as it picked out guards she hadn't even seen with her enhanced sight. "Focus.” Nyx chided as she saw her gawking. Emelie just nodded, noting what she could as they rounded the corner. "Leave that." Nyx began, gesturing at the large sidearm strapped to Em's hip. "Unsilenced. Unacceptable for this mission." Nyx continued as both doors silently opened, allowing them to disembark. Reluctantly, Emelie left her trusty hand cannon in the car; stuffing it underneath the seat.The doors shut in unison behind each woman, and with a quiet, metallic whir the roof of the car began to part. A faint woosh of moving air and each panel seemed to launch from the roof! Two drones shot off into the night sky. "Can I have the feed?" Emelie asked. Nyx shook her head. "Negative." she said, opening the trunk. She retrieved a boxy looking handgun, racking the slide back with a not-quite-as- satisfying click of a polymer frame. Nyx flipped it around in her hand, holding the shroud as she handed it to Emelie. She held it tight as the raven haired woman tried to take it. "Only if necessary." she lectured. Emelie nodded in understanding and Nyx relinquished the gun. It was surprisingly lightweight for how chunky it looked. The firearm synced with her implants effortlessly, the PrivSec icon flashing on her ocular HUD for a moment. "The Murmur?" she asked, seeing the name of the gun in her hud. Taking a shooting stance she tested the sights. "Subsonic rounds, integrated baffling, gas compression venting " Nyx explained flatly, grabbing one for herself. Nyx checked her own firearm, yanking back the slide and letting it snap shut. “Ready?” the Wraith asked. Emelie nodded, clenching the gun tightly. “Yeah, I got it. In, out, simple. I’m just the doorstop.” Emelie said wryly. Nyx stared back at her, emotionless. It was an eerie thing when the expression analyzer registered nothing… “Copy that.” she said before moving quickly towards the building. The way she moved looked effortless, and she hardly made a sound. Emelie was good, but… she felt like each step was a thunder crash compared to the silent gait of the Wraith. Maybe she should have taken those inertial compensators… They reached the side of the building in a flash. Emelie hadn’t noticed it at first, but as they approached the street lights around them all darkened. In fact, it wasn’t just the street lights in their vicinity; darkness had set in up and down the entire block. It wasn’t just a coincidence... Just like the blueprints had shown, they followed the edge of the building until it cut into an alleyway. Nyx held her hand out for a precise amount of time before continuing. They made it to the door, already Nyx had the pilfered id badge in hand. Before Emelie could blink the door was open and she had disappeared into the confines of the warehouse. Emelie ducked into the doorway, stopping just as she was inside and just as she was told wedged her boot into the door so it wouldn’t shut. “No movement.” Nyx’s almost robotic voice echoed through her implant. The surprise of suddenly hear her voice loosened her hold over her bladder and she could feel a few errant drops of urine dampen her pullup. She hadn’t even shared coms with her but… she should have expected it. “Copy.” she responded back simply. Now for the boring part, playing doorstop. Even as boring as such a simple job was there was still an element of excitement to it. Working with a Wraith! Just the way she moved, knew every single detail of the battlefield, seemed to calculate for everything; it was extremely impressive. On guard duty, Emelie flicked through the variety of sight modes available to her. She kept her cochlear implants on maximum amplification, listening for the slightest hint of a guard approaching the door. Meanwhile in her apartment, a curious Lynd watched everything. She had even made herself a nice bowl of popcorn to devour during the show. As Emelie’s team watcher she had access to tap into her augments, access to her vitals and all sorts of other information. “Boooring” she grumbled, contemplating going to sleep. “Come on Em, do something exciting.” she told the TV through which she was viewing Emelie’s sight. Curiosity of what Emelie was up to kept her glued to the feed. The seconds passed, quickly blurring into minutes. It wasn’t that far? Damnit, how long did Nyx say it was going to take her again? Emelie chided herself for forgetting. She was a Wraith, she could handle herself. So far… nothing, not a peep. Maybe she’d just been overly cautious about tripping the SIEM. All that precaution and planning and not even a peep from the guards, probably just lazy contracted low rent security. A message popped up in her hud; Aria… Emelie bit her lip, nothing was going on. She glanced around, peeking her head out the door into the alleyway. Silence… Greedily she opened the message, imagining she could smell Aria’s perfume. It sent a tingle racing down her spine. ‘I know, you’ve been busy. I’ve missed you at the club~ A’ the message read simply. Aria was never one to beg or mince words. She was direct, to the point; a quality that always seemed to make Em weak in the knees. What to write back though, this was always the difficult part. How not to seem so eager but not completely disinterested… After thirty seconds of indecision she messaged her back. ‘Yeah, work, you know.’ silently cursing herself for writing something so boring. ‘Oh? You’re awake? I thought my Murtaziq needs her beauty rest.’ Aria teased. ‘I don’t always go to bed early!’ she immediately shot back, getting flustered by the teasing. ‘I’m just teasing dear. I know not everyone has the glamorous opportunity to party all night at their own club. You should come by tomorrow if you’re not too busy~’ Aria continued. ‘I know you’re embarrassed about what happened, but you shouldn’t let that come between us.’ the woman wrote. Emelie blushed, hazy drunken visions of that night she’d made a fool of herself flashing back in her mind. Uhg, she’d made such a mess of her pants and right when things were getting hot. She groaned quietly at the memory, pausing before she wrote back. ‘I know, I’m sorry. I’d rather not talk about that, but I think I’ll be free tomorrow. Probably just doing paperwork in the office.’ she wrote back, finally finding the confidence to see Aria again. ‘Oh good good, just in case you lose your nerve~’ she wrote back. A picture loaded a second later with a gratuitous shot of Aria’s cleavage between her suggestively unbuttoned pinstriped blazer. Emelie felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she stared at the picture. Another dampness began to leak into her padding at the sight. ‘Oh fuck yes’ she wrote back without a second thought. ‘Do you want to see more?’ a simple question was posed to her next. ‘Yes…’ Emelie sent, squirming her thighs together in anticipation. ‘Promise me you’ll come by tomorrow~’ Aria laid out her demand. Emelie couldn’t respond quickly enough. ‘I promise I promise!’ she wrote, her breathing heavy with lust. Another picture appeared with the next button undone. God Aria was such a bitch for teasing her like this! Another picture and another button undone. Emelie bit her lip to stifle a moan, barely resisting the urge to grind her hand against her womanhood. The penultimate picture appeared, her blazer hanging completely open, but her shirt still covering her chest for the most part. A final picture came through. It made Emelie light-headed just looking at it. The way her shirt hung open exposing her voluptuous chest and smooth, toned stomach; it was maddening. “Oh fuck…” she whispered under her breath, allowing her hand to graze her womanhood. Electric ripples traced through her body from the touch. She didn’t even mind the pastel colored waistband that was sticking up above her pants just barely visible. Damn it… why did she have to come on this dumb mission when she could be fucking right now! ‘One more’ Emelie begged. Glancing around again greeted by silence she jammed her hand between her legs shutting her eyes. The next picture floored her, standing just wearing her unbuttoned shirt Aria stood nearly nude… except for the thick crinkly diaper around her hips and judging by the faint sag in the garment it was soaked. It wasn’t quite what Emelie had in mind but at this point… she didn’t care. With her mind elsewhere she didn’t notice the Wraith returning from her objective. “What are you doing?” the voice sharply asked. The rude startle away from her erotic exchange with Aria elicited a gasp. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs as she jumped in surprise. A gasp wasn’t the only thing she let out unfortunately. Regretting having greasy fast food twice today, the hand that’d been mischievously placed between her legs shot to her bottom. A wet mush crackled and oozed into her pullup filling the crevice between her cheeks with a filthy paste. She groaned and clenched her muscles barely managing to stave off a full blown accident. The damage was done however and between her legs felt significantly warmer and wetter. “Oh fuck…” she hissed, squeezing her thighs together. Emelie was still peeing, she could feel the hot rush from between her lips soaking into the pullup she’d thankfully thought to wear. “This is not the time nor place. I could hear you breathing from around the corner.” she hissed. “I… I’m fine I... “ she said though labored breath, the stream of urine tapering off. Forced to recover her composure, still in an aroused daze she pushed the door open… straight into one of the security guards. “Wait!” Nyx had hissed at her only a moment’s too late. “Hey! Freeze!” he barked. Obviously he’d come to investigate the door. He scrambled to raise his rifle but Emelie was already grabbing it. She yanked it from his hands and still holding it by the barrel, bashed him over the head with the stock. He wavered on his feet before slumping to the ground. Emelie panted heavily, the sudden surge of adrenaline coaxing another few dribbles of urine from her. “Move.” Nyx stated as she walked past her. Emelie watched, she could see a darkened wet stain that ran down one of her legs past the knee. The Wraith had wet herself at some point, they’d both done it… Emelie even doing a little worse. She hesitantly probed the seat of her pants with her fingers. At least it wasn’t obvious… nor had it leaked. Nyx placed her thumb and pointer finger over his eyes. There was a pulse, sparks, his body twitched for a moment. “Eris, exfil.” she said in that almost robotic monotone. “What did you d…” Emelie began to ask before Nyx cut her off. “He’s fine.” she said, moving quickly along the wall they had entered past. “Did you find anything?” Emelie asked unable to help herself. Even through her emotionless state Em could have swore Nyx was starting to grow annoyed. “Debrief in the car.” she responded curtly. Emelie nodded following after the Wraith. It was a short dash back to the car. As the doors opened for them the two drones Nyx had released earlier swooped out of the night sky once again becoming part of the car. With a wet squish Emelie sat down, wincing at the sticky feeling of her own effluence smeared against her bottom. The smell became immediately noticeable as they shut the doors and sped off. Emelie looked around for a moment, trying to find a window switch; she couldn’t… “Could you um… crack the window.” she asked, cheeks hot with embarrassment. Both windows automatically cracked open no sooner after she asked. “Thanks… so… what did you find?” she asked. Nyx held a finger out at her, she needed a moment. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttered for a moment before turning to stare at Emelie. The Wraith stared her down for an uncomfortable length of time before finally speaking. “If I tell you what I saw, you’re tied to this, tied to me.” she said ominously. “No more careless behavior like that.” she said with a faint growl. The pit of Emelie’s stomach felt heavy. She swallowed dryly “I’m in.” she said hesitantly. Nyx continued to stare her down, scanning her face for a few more uncomfortable seconds. “Okay…” she said, taking another deep breath. “Serum four… a lot of it.” she said, furrowing her brow. “The manifest stated fifteen hundred liters of the stuff. Processed, palletized and ready for consumption. All slated for elimination. A hundred and fifty thousand vials and I don’t think this was the only shipment they were destroying.” she said with a frown. Emelie pursed her lips in thought. “They’re destroying it?” she asked. Nyx nodded. “Do you remember the three to four transition?” Nyx asked. “It was a while ago but yeah… oh you probably don’t remember. Three was available at a discount everywhere… for quite a while.” she mused, thinking back. “They’re getting rid of their four stockpiles even though there might be an issue with five” Nyx postulated. “What if they’re deliberately poisoning us…” Emelie said. The thought instilled a sensation of ice running through her blood. She could see that Nyx was thinking the same thing. Emelie shuddered at the thought. “What would they have to gain by that....” Nyx said, dismissing the notion. “The Corps have always been good to us.” she continued. Emelie nodded “yeah… I guess you’re right… I don’t want to believe they’d do anything like that.” Emelie said with a hint of sadness. “Did you get any other leads?” Em asked after a few moments of silence between the two women. “There was a signature on the manifest. I’m scouring the PrivSec database for the name now. Might take some time.” she said. “I’m going to shut my eyes for a while… I’m exhausted, gotta recharge.” Nyx said, slumping back in her chair. A small panel slid out of the center console and the silver haired woman rested her hand on the panel. Emelie watched, probably some sort of induction charging plate. “It’s set to head back to your apartment first.” she said, stifling a yawn. Emelie was too wired to sleep. All she could think about was the conspiracy they had uncovered… if there even was a conspiracy, she had to remind herself many times. But… what if it was? She kept asking herself, what would the Corporate Council say if they found out PharmaTek was poisoning them? What if… what if… what if… She had so many questions, finding the truckload of Serum4 hadn’t exactly given her the answers either of the women sought and like all great mysteries it had only given her more questions. It had been a taxing day and Nyx’s advanced car devoured the miles. Approaching Emelie’s apartment she glanced over at the woman who was now lightly snoring. She was still very much human but… more. The cutting edge of augment technology, and here she was snoring. The thought momentarily brought Emelie out of her paranoid delusions and brought a quiet chuckle to her lips. She shifted in her sleep, letting out a whimper. Apparently they still dreamt as well. They were back in her neighborhood now, only a few minutes away from Em’s apartment. Nyx let out another whimper punctuated with a disgusting wet fart. Was she really going to… Emelie wrinkled her nose as the smell momentarily assaulted her nostrils. There was an unconscious grunt from the sleeping woman’s lips. She was really going to have a bowel movement while she was sleeping! Emelie stared in morbid curiosity. It made sense… if it was the Serum causing their issues someone like Nyx would be on a much more frequent regimen of the stuff. There was another burst of gas from the woman’s bottom. Lying on her back as she was Emelie could see anything but she could hear it. That squelchy crackly noise of a hot mass being excreted into her clothing. At least Emelie hadn’t gotten that bad yet but… was it only a matter of time? Nyx tensed and another burbly fart rose through the mush being pushed into her pants before audily finishing with a solid sounding log with a noisy splortch. Emelie was glad her apartment was starting to come into view as the cabin began to smell rather potent despite the cracked windows. Still Nyx slept, blissfully unaware of the waste she was now sitting in. A thin trickle of urine ran down the groin of her suit soaking into the seat under her. When the doors opened she quickly disembarked. Nyx suddenly sat up with an audible squish, eyes wide with horrified realization. “Let me know when you find that person.” Emelie commented hurriedly as she shut the door behind her walking towards her apartment, breathing in the fresh air. Tugging at the pullup that was now plastered to her ass by her own mess she grimaced, desperately wanting nothing more than to shower and go to bed. Mercifully, Lynd was asleep on the couch; sprawled out, the blanket threatening to fall off. Emelie snuck by, making a beeline towards her bathroom where she could undress and find herself once again under the hot rejuvenating waters of her shower. The mottled brown stain on the seat of her pullup made her chide herself. She could do better, she had to do better! At least she didn’t have a complete accident and could finish emptying herself on the toilet before stepping into the shower. After her shower she left her clothes and soiled pullup in the bathroom; too tired to clean up. She barely even had the energy to dry herself off. Stumbling into her bedroom finally the day caught up to her and she collapsed face first on the bed falling asleep within a few seconds.
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  29. A long time ago when I first started to look up 'watersports' online I had to choose a name that fit my desires , dreams and thoughts about this fetish..I then thought I had never seen anything more neautiful than 'a woman desperately needing to pee'. Strange perhaps but so very true. This panned out to be not just a phase, but a life-long searching for that and my lov for it has never changed, not even a bit. As it turned out there is a whole world of other,omo-related things that I find very exciting, true, but my first and biggest kink is this: that I just love to see a woman wiggle her behind needing to pee-that's what I want to watch,more than anything. Hence the nick I choose all those years back.
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  30. Hello everyone, after a short hiatus, here is Grant’s side. ————————————————— When Grant woke up, every part of him ached as if he had been hit by a train. He had very little energy and his throat was incredibly sore. “Did Jenna get me sick?” he wondered as he blearily dragged himself out of bed. Something else felt off but he ignored it as he made his way over to the bathroom. He flicked the light on but when his eyes focused on the mirror he was stunned to find Jenna’s green eyes and ginger hair staring back at him. He moved around in the mirror in hopes of revealing some prank but no matter how he turned it was always Jenna’s freckled face he saw, not his own. He heard Jenna’s phone go off so he made his way back over to the bed and saw his own caller ID staring back at him. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” “Y...yea” the confirmation was all Grant needed as his mind began spinning. He distantly remembers the rest of the conversation but between the shocking realization that he had swapped bodies with his best friend and the fact he was now ill, he barely registered any of it. Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs so he quickly pocketed the phone and climbed back into the bed and buried himself deeper into the covers. “Hi sweetie, I brought you some tea. How are you feeling?” Jenna’s mother cooed as she opened the door. “Still bad,” Grant groaned, quickly thinking of Jenna and how she would act in this situation. Jenna’s mother approached, gently placing a hand to Grant’s forehead and pausing a moment. “You still have a bit of a fever. Let me grab you some Tylenol and orange juice to take it with. After that I need to go to work but you call me if you need anything all right darling?” “Yes- Mom” Grant replied, feeling somewhat odd at referring to Jenna’s mom as if she were his own. Grant sipped on the tea while he waited for Jenna’s mom to return. It soothes his aching throat and made it more bearable. Now that he had adjusted to suddenly feeling ill it no longer was quite as bad, though still rather unpleasant. He gratefully accepted the tray Jenna’s mom returned with, loaded down with toast, orange juice, and the promised tylenol. She kissed him goodbye and left for work, leaving Grant alone in the home. Once he had finished eating and had drank both the mug of tea and the glass of orange juice, grant cautiously stood up out of the bed. He looked around quickly, as if worried he was about to be caught doing something he shouldn’t and then returned to the mirror. You see, although Grant and Jenna’s friendship was just that, a friendship, he had to admit that she was an attractive girl. Her freckles, hair, and eyes were enough to make people glance her way but her body was enough to make them stare. Although she was thin, she had large D cup tits and a shapely ass. Grant knew all of this but had never gotten the opportunity to really stop and appreciate these things. He and Jenna’s friendship had started long before the latter two things had developed yet so he never got the chance to stare. He did now. Jenna had gone to bed in tight gray drawstring shorts and a white tank top. It was a foreign feeling to feel himself growing aroused but no longer have a dick to harden, instead he felt Jenna’s, his?, pussy grow wet and saw his nipples harden. The sight only increased his arousal and with a gulp he couldn’t help but bring one hand up underneath them of the tank to squeeze one of the hardened nubs. He gasped out loud, not anticipating how sensitive he would be. He was starting to rub and circle the nipple when the text tone on Jenna’s phone went off, startling him. He cursed under his breath and pulled out Jenna’s phone and opened the message. He groaned when he read its contents. Of course, it would be just his luck that Jenna would manage to get hard in class. It was almost surreal trying to talk Jenna through her first public erection and then giving her permission to go to the bathroom to masturbate in his body. The more he pictured the surreal image, the hotter it got. He distantly noticed a stirring in his bladder but ignored in, too distracted by the sudden thoughts in his head. He returned to laying down on top of the bed. Jenna has tied the drawstring on the shorts very tightly the previous night but with some effort, Grant was able to slide his hand past the waistband anyway. He was delighted to find that Jenna had apparently gone to sleep with panties on. He closed his eyes and began to picture what must be happening with her at that moment. Jenna rushing out of the classroom in his body, heading to the men’s room and dashing into a stall. It would be his body but her mannerisms, stroking and stroking. She’s never been with a man before, his body would be her first. The thought had him quaking and soon he was fingering himself at a steady pace. He had always thought girls were more complicated to get off but he soon was so immersed in his fantasy that instinct took over his hands. With no one else in the house, he was free to be as loud as he wanted and hearing Jenna’s voice moaning and crying out in pleasure tripled his arousal. Soon it was all too much and he saw stars as his orgasm ripped through him. He panted heavily as he came down. He extracted his hand from the shorts and took a minute to catch his breath, feeling giddy. He wondered if Jenna had the same experience touching herself in his body and found himself getting aroused again when another sensation reared its head once more. Grant had completely forgotten about having to pee and now it felt pretty urgent. He rolled his eyes and leisurely made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and forced his hand past the waistband of the shorts once more, wincing as doing so put additional pressure on his bladder. It was only then he realized something he had always taken for granted. He couldn’t just ‘whip it out’ to pee. There was nothing to whip out. He groaned as he once more put pressure on his bladder by removing his hand from the tight shorts. He tried to just tug the shorts down but they were tied too tight and all it did was press on his strained bladder. A small gush spurted out, wetting the shorts and making a small dark patch on the gray material. Grant cursed and pressed a hand to his crotch to try and hold back the flood. While Jenna not wearing underwear had been a blessing before, it felt like a curse now since there was no barrier between her quickly exhausting sphincter and her poor shorts. “Oh god, Jenna will kill me if I piss myself” he thought as he danced in place. While one hand gripped his crotch he tried to undo the knot in the drawstring with the other hand but it was no use. He knew it would be a two hand job. He took a steady breath and then let go of his crotch to try and work on the knot with both hands. He started leaking almost immediately after he let go. It started as a small trickle as he fought against the knot but it wasn’t long before he was cursing, still trying futilely to undo the tie as he began pissing himself in earnest. The wet patch grew rapidly across the shorts and a puddle formed below him. Eventually he gave up and just let his poor exhausted bladder empty itself. When the flow had petered out, he re tackled the knot. It took quite some time to finally undo the thing. He then mopped up the puddle with a towel, then kicked off the shorts and took of his shirt. Finally he turned on the shower and hopped in to wash away the evidence of what he’d done.
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  31. Hmmm you're right. It got taken down it looks like. In fact, I can't find the image on ABKingdom either (I copy and pasted directly from there). I don't have another pic of a girl in a wet M4 in bed, but how about a pic of a girl in a wet M4 standing up? She probably smells pretty nice too. (this pic is from my computer directly, so it shouldn't become lost!)
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  32. At first, college was hard. I showed up in another state, without friends, and didn’t have a lot of confidence in my ability to make any new ones. On top of that, my roommate and I got off to a bad start. I knew I had to put myself out there in order to find my people. I did a lot of wandering up to other groups of freshmen who already seemed to be fast friends, and attempted to work my way into their conversations. It felt so awkward. But we all just got here, I reminded myself. This is how it works. It was during one such encounter that I first met Jessica. Three people I recognized from my history class were sitting at a picnic table outside. I smelled pot. I was interested. I walked up, sat down, began to listen noncommittally to the conversation. A girl with long brown hair was talking animatedly while the others listened — something about the awkwardness of adjusting to college. A joint was making its way around. Someone passed it to me. I took a hit. Great! New friends. I can handle this college thing after all, I thought. “My roommate is so fucking weird,” one guy said in a somewhat hushed tone, looking around, presumably to see if his roommate was within hearing range. “He doesn’t have any sheets on his bed. He just sleeps face down on the bare mattress.” “Oh, poor guy,” the brown-haired girl said. “He’s probably just not used to taking care of himself, making his own bed.” “You should know how to do that by the time you get to college!” the guy replied. “Also, last night, he just sat alone in our bedroom and drank like, I don’t know, half a handle of vodka. I came home and he was lying on the carpet, blasting metal, the half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand.” We chuckled. I have to admit, I was a bit fixated on this brown-haired girl. The pot wasn’t helping. The sun was shining through her hair, her eyes seemed to be glowing. I watched her laugh at the guy’s story. She was cute. “That’s nothing,” the other guy replied. “My roommate does not stop looking at me. Anytime I look at him, he’s already looking at me. It’s so, so, so creepy. I think he might kill me.” The pot was having its effect on all of us. Everyone was laughing at this point, the brown-haired girl hardest of all. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she gasped. I decided to share. “I came back from the shower yesterday to find my roommate with his pants around his knees, masturbating into a trash can.” True story, unfortunately. “Holy shit,” the roommate of the drunk metalhead said. “That’s weird.” “Not good,” the roommate of the potential serial killer said. “Oh my god, oh my god,” the brown-haired girl cried as tears of laughter streamed down her face. “I think you win, man. You have the worst roommate,” the drunk metalhead’s roommate said. “Oh my god,” the brown-hair girl continued to gasp, doubled over in laughter. “I've gotta pee. I’m going pee. I’m going to pee.” That got my attention. Like any 18-year-old (my roommate certainly included, I guess) I had an overactive sex drive and, unlike many 18-year-olds, a particular interest in pee. “I’m peeing,” cried the brown-haired girl. She gripped her crotch over her skirt. People sometimes say that when they are laughing, I told myself. Who knows if she means it. If she was in fact peeing, I guess she staunched the flow because, when she removed her hands and crossed her legs tightly, I couldn’t see any spot. The conversation continued like that — shooting the shit beneath a tree on the quad on a warm September day. At some point, the drunk metalhead’s roommate — I learned his name was Kyle — broke out some beers he had somehow obtained. They cut through the pot high and we all calmed down. The sun went down. It started to get chilly. “It’s been fun guys but I’m gonna grab a jacket and get some dinner,” Kyle said. “Yeah, I’ll head in too,” I said, standing. “Ok, ok, we can head in,” the brown-haired girl, whose name I still hadn’t caught, said. She stood. “Oof. I’ve had to pee like a motherfucker the whole time we’ve been here and that beer really didn’t help.” She put her hand on her belly over the waistband of her skirt. “But thank you for sharing your beer, Kyle. I loved it, even if now I’m about to pee myself.” “No problem, Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll see you guys in class.” Jessica. Her name was Jessica. Kyle and the other guy were apparently in the same dorm, and headed off in its direction. The brown-haired girl, to my delight, was in mine. We walked back as the night grew colder. My hands were shoved into my pockets; she was hugging herself and walking stiffly. “Where are you from?” I asked, to make conversation. “Oregon,” she replied. “You?” “New York.” “New York City?” “No, just near it. I go into the city sometimes though.” “I went to New York City earlier this summer,” she said. “Did you like it?” “Yeah. Except, like, no public bathrooms. Which is a real fucking issue after having beers in the park.” She really wanted to talk about pee, I guess? I couldn’t believe my luck. My brain was still moving slow, a product of the pot and beer. Perhaps she interpreted my silence as a discomfort with the topic. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” she said. “TMI. I guess I’ve just got pee on the mind.” She rubbed her bladder area again to make the point. “No worries, I get it!” I jumped in, hoping to reassure her. I wanted to keep this conversation going. “I, uh, have been stuck having to pee in New York too.” “What did you do?” she asked, turning to look directly at me. I had her attention. “I guess I just waited. I was on the subway for what felt like hours. I almost pissed myself.” “Yeah man,” she said. “I know how that is.” “It was really bad. I was afraid I was going to pee at any minute. When I finally got where I was going I probably peed for a minute, maybe two.” She didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at me, intensely. “What did you do?” I ventured. “I ended up peeing in an ally. I was also literally about to piss my pants.” She smiled. “I may in fact have already pissed my pants a bit. I didn’t want to walk around all damp!” “Prudent,” I said. “That would have been something to see.” What! Why did I say that!? I needed to get a hold of myself. “Well, I’m basically in the same situation right now,” she said softly. We had been walking this whole time but now she stopped and gripped her crotch again, as if admitting her predicament had intensified the urge. She shifted her weight to one leg, then the other. As she did it, she made eye contact directly with me. We were feet from the entrance to our dorm but still she stood there, holding herself and pee dancing. “Just gotta collect myself,” she gasped. “So I don’t piss my pants.” “Piss your skirt,” I offered. “What?” She raised her eyebrows. “Piss your skirt. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing a skirt.” “Oh. Right. Yes. Piss my undies.” “Uh, are you going to be ok?” I asked. “Yes, yes, this always happens to me. Just be a gent and get the door?” she asked. With her still standing in one place, shifting and holding herself, I walked over to the dorm door, unlocked it and opened it. “Come on in,” I said. With one hand still in her crotch she hustled toward me, through the door, across the lobby of the dorm and up the stairs, headed, I assumed, for the second-floor women’s bathroom. I closed the door and followed her into the stairwell. I heard her shoes clacking somewhere above me. Suddenly, I heard a yelp. I rounded a bend in the stairs to find her sitting on one of them. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Her face looked incredibly relaxed; her eyes were closed, her jaw was slack. I looked down. Liquid was running down her right leg from under her skirt, onto her foot. “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god, I’m peeing.” She buried her fist in her crotch and bent forward, clenching. The stream trickled to a halt. She had peed for, at most, several seconds. She lifted her hand, revealing a large, damp patch on the front of her grey skirt. She looked down at it, then closed her eyes. Did a slight smile cross her lips? She opened her eyes and looked at me. I looked right back at her. That intense, charged eye contact again. She seemed unfazed. “Well,” she said. “Maybe I’ll learn my lesson. College is about learning lessons, right? I need to learn to pee sooner.” “Yes,” I said. I was a bit overwhelmed. “I was going to do laundry tomorrow anyway,” she murmured. Her calm had worn off quickly, now she also seemed flustered. “Don’t tell anyone,” she said. Then she stepped forward, down a stair, so she was one stair above me, and, awkwardly, from that slightly higher height, wrapped her arms around me. “It was great to meet you,” she said. The hug tightened and she pressed her leg, the leg she had peed down, against mine. I was extremely confused. This hug felt a little more than friendly. What was going on? “Don’t tell anyone,” she said again, this time whispering it into my ear. I felt her abdomen rub against mine. I was intensely aware of the curves of her body — and that damp patch on the grey skirt that was now firm against my torso. Then she stepped back. “I still really, really have to pee,” she said. And with that, she pivoted on her toe, raced up the remaining steps, and out of the stairwell, out of my sight. I heard the jangle of keys, then the door to what I presume was the women’s restroom, and then the click of a lock. I stood motionless in the hallway for a good two minutes, processing. My confusion lingered, but now I was also catastrophically aroused. Slowly I turned, walked back down the stairs to the men's dormitory on the first floor, and returned to my room, where I sat, awkwardly, shell shocked, aroused as fuck, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Jessica as my roommate watched episode after episode of “Friends.” I want to make this a three part series, but everyone always says they want to make everything a series and it rarely happens. So I'm not gonna promise anything. Still, I'll do my best.
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  33. do the cell photo video have been post online? the video show the dash cam and we see the girl filming with her cell phone I PEED MY PANTS.mp4
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  34. Let's play pretend. Imagine you're in bed with a girl. She's not fat, but she definitely has some meat on her. Lets say she's 5'0" - 5'2" and weighs like 140 lbs. She wets the bed every single night, and she wears disposable diapers for protection. She fills out an Abena M4 very nicely with a big round ass. As a bedwetter, her bladder isn't too big, but she sometimes has two medium accidents in the middle of the night. She sleeps through the whole damn thing like a baby. She accepts her condition and has a nice glass of reverse osmosis filtered water before going to sleep (because fluoride is for losers). She uses baby powder, but she knows a little goes a long way so she isn't crazy about it. Pretend time says she had a fairly large wetting at 1:00am. Then she went pee pee again at 6:00am. Now it's like 7:00am. Her bedwetting was on full display tonight, and she is clearly not even close to succeeding at nighttime potty training. The diaper is soaked, and you can see her wetness has thoroughly gone all the way up to her bum. She rolls around a lot in her sleep, and her soggy butt is positioned right in front of nose. It's the weekend, and you don't have to get up for a few hours. She likes to sleep in late. I bet that smells pretty nice. Anyone else wanna try writing one?
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  35. Page 08

    Revenge* ( I hate how my cell phone decides to choose the words I wrote after I finish typing )
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  36. Page 08

    Come on Dakota, you can make It you'll have your recente.
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  37. maybe not,but thank you for answering my question anyway, @Phentaiee.
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  38. I’m not sure about the more than one request thing but I see no problem in asking more than one person for the same thing. (Although I’m not Jailor so I really don’t have any reason to reply to you here but oh well it looks like I did anyway)
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  39. just curious but can you make more than one request and if you can,will you be able to make a request that you made to someone else on your page too?
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  40. View File Panty Poop Accident While Washing Dishes "I’m washing the dishes, an easy household task. I should be able to complete this–no problem. Uh oh, the urge to go potty comes on so fast. It makes some little noises before bursting out, and fills my stretchy polka dot panties panties up. This is so embarassing…I couldn’t even complete a simple household chore without having a poopy accident in my pants. Watch the bulge move back and fourth as I walk." Submitter melikai Submitted 03/31/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies
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  41. Towels are down everytime my hubby and I get busy.
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  42. I tend to pee every time we have sex. If I try and squeeze every drop out, the motion and the pressure still tends to cause leakage. When I am masturbating, I tend to leak, and if I hit the right spot, I will gush. I've rather impressed myself with how hard and what distances I can spray. I'm not every woman (sorry Chaka Khan). I guess what matters is the woman and how likely she is to leak under pressure.
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  43. You could try posting here, but I wouldn't recommend it. They might get taken down. You should try posting somewhere else and posting the link here. Which videos did you get anyways?
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  44. First one is from.today the other one is from the end of the summer...? Hope it heightens rather then lessens any appeal for my material! Thanks again for your love and support I love this community I can't say that enough! Happy New Years to you all! ?❤️
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  45. Ok so this actually happened a few months ago and I just didn't get around to telling it or really feel like it because I was upset about my sudden incontinence issues. It was when I realized it was because I used to hold on almost a daily basis. Once I started to cut back on holding (no more than once a month) my symptoms subsided and I can now hold for a decent amount of time and not end up completely peeing my pants. I was wearing a yellow and white floral top with purple colored pants. I went to the mall with my girlfriend. I'm big on coffee, and its hard not to drink as much as I desire. I made some at home before we left and knew it would be enough. Then on the way to the mall, my girlfriend bought me and herself some more coffee. I REALLY didn't want to drink any more because I might be risking a wet predicament, but I didn't want to turn down a generous offer, my girlfriend is very very sweet and I love her to my heart's content. So we went around shopping, went to a bunch of different stores, trying out different clothes and stuff. My bladder was surprisingly empty, probably cause the big breakfast we ate and it took time for all that liquid to pass through. About two something hours passed, and it started to hit me a little bit, but not enough to really want to take action and find a bathroom. I guess because I was just so distracted by going store to store and trying things on and deciding what to get, as well as my girlfriend. As we were online at the checkout, it started to hit me. Now my girlfriend has been very aware of my bladder issues and has been very sympathetic towards it. I whispered to her "I kinda have to pee... idk if I should wait cause... were kinda like almost at the checkout", so she looked very concerned and whispered back "go to the bathroom babe! Don't have another accident!" but there were like 2 people ahead and I just didn't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom and waiting on a line, then go back on the store line again so I just whispered "Its ok I think I can wait theres only 2 people ahead of us". After the next person left the one ahead of us was taking her sweet time, and started arguing with the clerk on prices and stuff. My bladder was filling fast, and I really wanted to get going. I couldn't even think about having an accident in a big public place. It took literally 10 mins for this one woman to finally finish and leave. Such unruly people. So we quickly paid and bagged our stuff up. As we left the store she said "you still have to pee babe?" and I said "yes omg i have to pee lets head to the ladies room now". We walked all the way to one end of the mall, then on the way, my girlfriend happened to run into a good friend she hasn't seen in years. I was really full but I had to keep it natural as she was introducing me. I couldnt just run off and leave, but the 3 of us ended up getting caught up in conversation for like 15 minutes, and I almost forgot about my full bladder. Once we parted ways it hit me again, hard and I said to my girlfriend "ohhh omg I really really have to pee now!" and she said "awww oh no omg im sorry babe you could have went, I didnt mean to have you wait baby im sorry" and I said "no its totally ok babe I wanted to meet your friend! She was awesome". Still looking guilty I kissed her face and said "I love you. I love you more than words can explain. Don't feel bad its really ok!" And she said "I know but I just don't want you to have an accident sweetheart" and I said "nah its ok, we're here anyway". Then we got to these bathrooms, only to discover they were closed for renovation! I let out a moan and said "ooohhh omg noooo" and I started cursing and grabbed my crotch for a second. My girlfriend got really upset and worried and said "oh no omg lets hurry to the other end. Babe, i'm so sorry! I feel bad for making you wait!" but I kept telling her stop feeling guilty. We quickly hurried to the other end of the mall and my anxiety was racing at this point. I was just hoping we didn't run into anyone else or godforbid the line is long. Once we got there, sure enough, it was ridiculously long. I moaned in frustration and grabbed myself again and said "uuuugghhhh omg I don't know if i'm gonna make it!!" my girlfriend looked very worried, held me and kissed me and kept saying it was gonna be ok. I was in absolute complete agony and fear of peeing myself. 5 minutes felt like a whole hour, as we finally reached the front closer into the bathroom. The pee was at the tip of my urethra ready to dribble out. Of course, the last several laides and the ones in the stalls took thier sweet time. 4 ladies ahead of me and I felt my spinchter muscle slowly give out, and the leaks began. I started holding myself in public. I had no choice, I was on the verge of an accident. My girlfriend saw me holding myself and said "ohhh nooo babe is it coming out??" I moaned to her, about to cry "its almost coming, I really don't think im going to make it", and she said "nooo don't say that you're almost there!" I was one person away from finally relieving myself. But at he current level of desperation I definately knew i'd start peeing before I pull down my pants, so at best, id still end up being partially wet. I undid my belt so there could be as little wetness as possible. These ladies were taking forever, and I kept leaking. Finally, someone began to unlock one of the stalls and the door opened... And for that split second, I knew I had just survived a disaster. But my bladder muscles didn't quite agree. As soon as she walked out, my bladder spamsed hard, and as soon as I felt that, I knew it was all over. The extreme shock hit me like a ton of bricks that I better get ready for a full blown public accident... Sure enough, the spasm caused me to explode immediately and pee full force in my pants! I frantically grabbed myself with both hands, and it was no use, my bladder refused to stop. I stood frozen, bent over and let out a horrifying moan and started bawling crying, as I watched my jeans soak from the crotch down the legs, my girlfriend cried out "oh no!" as she helplessly watched me soak myself completely. Then came the ultra humiliation. A little girl said to her mother "mommy look! A grown lady is peeing her pants!" Her mother snatched her by the arm, and stormed out very angry, probably ready to scold her. Then a group of young girls said "omg gross. Lady can't even hold her pee, what a child. I did NOT need to see that after I ate. ugghh..." Then my girlfriend went into a serious rage at the girls yelling "WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU B*****S ARE TO MAKE SOMEONE FEEL LIKE S*** FOR AN ACCIDENT?!?! F**** ALL OF YOU!!!! YEAH!! WALK THE F*** AWAY!" Still peeing the rest of my bladder contents, I stood there still bent over, hysterically crying. I never felt such horrifying humiliation in a long time. My girlfriend hugged me hard, held me in her arms, and kissed me multiple times and said "awww baby its ok accidents happen. Dont pay those f***** b*****s any mind, they are disgusting insensitive c***s". Then she took me into a stall, helped me take off my wet pants and put it in a plastic bag, wiped me down and changed me into one of my pants she bought for me. She still felt guilty over making me wait over talking to her friend and I kept insisting her its ok. She is very sweet and compassionate and that's what I adore about her. We then got some lunch and quickly cheered me up as we laughed and made jokes, and continued on some more shopping for a bit longer before we headed home. Then we went home and she washed me up in the bath with such loving care. I've never felt so loved. Then we spent the rest of the day as usual snuggling eachother on the bed and binge watching Hulu. Well that's the story of my most humiliating public accident. My bladder issues are a bit better now because I don't hold as much nowadays to prevent accidents such as one like this. Hope you enjoyed it! ?
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  46. Wet tights..

    Had to walk home from Sunday lunch utterly desperate (foolishly left without using toilet...) .. if I'd been wearing a skirt I'd have let go.. but I made it home.. had to squirm because bathroom in use.. but then got into bathroom, already spurting... so went in my tights.. beautiful relief.. 20180304_165215.mp4
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  47. 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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  48. I’m starting to believe the way back to my apartment is cursed. Not only have I had many a leak walking back from class (most notably the experience I posted about before) but today I discovered that even coming back from a nice, relaxing day could become a battle of desperation. I went to the spa to get a facial and a massage and I, of course, hate getting up to use the restroom during a service. Not only is it awkward but I paid for an hour, damn it. I’m not going to waste precious relaxation time on a bathroom trip! I had admittedly had probably a little more to drink than usual but I got to the spa just fine. I entered the locker room and checked my phone to find I had no service. I shrugged, realized I didn’t need my phone away and tossed it into the locker I had chosen to use. I kicked off my shoes and socks before shedding my T-shirt and my new sweats. I was in love with those sweats. They were the adidas ones that were skinny down the leg. They made my ass look great and they were super cozy, perfect for a spa trip. I carefully tucked the garments into the locker before removing my bra and adding it to the pile. I then pulled on the robe they’d given me and slipped into the spa issued sandals as well before making my way to the dimly lit spa lounge to wait. My first treatment, the facial, went without a hitch. As I waited for my next service I felt the slightest twinge in my bladder as I was sipping a cup of water that my facialist had given me after completing my service. I finished the cup and silently debated whether I should use the restroom or not. Remembering my wetting the other day and petrified of losing control in such a public place I rushed to the bathroom and emptied myself just in case. Upon returning to the lounge I realized my masseuse still hadn’t showed up to escort me to my next treatment. My tongue felt dry and I debated getting another glass of water. Eventually I decided “Fuck it. It’s not gonna rush to my bladder immediately and once I’m done I’m just an Uber away from home. I ended up downing a second glass and a third to satisfy my thirst when my massage therapist finally came to retrieve me. Once again my treatment seemed to go without a hitch. I felt a slight tingling in my bladder but wrote it off as a result of my paranoia and my position laying on my stomach. When I returned to the locker I felt that same twinge and ignored it yet again. It was so minor and, as I’d said earlier, I was only an Uber ride away from home. I redressed myself, closed my locker, and left to pay, tossing my robe and sandals into their designated bins on my way out. After paying and politely declining the receptionist’s offer of a discount if I immediately rebooked then and there, I left the spa and decided to go walking a bit. It was such a nice day out and I didn’t want to waste it. I bought a coke from the local vendor and then began to wander as I sipped on the soda. Eventually I decided it was time to head back. I was quite a way from home so walking back would take ages and taking the bus would be a nightmare so I reached for my pocket to pull out my phone and call an uber only to realize my phone wasn’t there. I grew frantic, checking and double checking my pockets and immediate area in the hopes that I’d simply manage to miss it. I tried retracing my steps over and over again but found nothing. I even asked a stranger if I could borrow their phone and tried calling my own what must have been a million times but all of them failed. By this time my bladder is making itself a little more known but I’m too concerned win finding my missing phone to pay it any kind. Eventually I figured out that I had simply forgotten my phone in the locker room and returned to the spa to retrieve it. Phone once more in my hand I finally called the uber and breathed a sigh of relief that I had managed to find it and was now headed home. It wasn’t until I had sat down in the driver’s car and we had started off on our journey that I realized my mistake. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in the spa and now my bladder was not happy with me. I began to squirm in my seat, my place directly behind the driver gave me just enough privacy to drop decorum in order to hold on. I tried holding my crotch but the way the sweats were made and the material they were made off made it incredibly difficult for me to hold myself and I was forced to use only my thighs and will power to hold it. I swear every stop light was out to get me and whenever we hit traffic I could only pray that I wouldn’t soak this poor driver’s seats. I wasn’t sure I could make it but eventually the Uber pulls up to nearby my apartment. By this point I’ve spurted into my sweat pants a couple times but was determined not to let things get any worse. I hobble from where the car dropped me off to the front door of my building, doing my best to stay subtle and maintain decorum. I rushed inside once again, getting flashbacks from the other night, only to groan when I suddenly remember that the elevators are still closed. At least this time I know where the steps are. I rush up the stairs two at a time only to realize this was a mistake when I let a long leak into my panties that I’m sure had gone through to my sweats. I stopped, twisting my legs together like a pretzel and tried to breathe through the desperation. Once I felt I was under control I attempted to run again but after feeling another spurt I decided shuffling slowly and softly going up the stairs was probably my best bet at making it to the toilet. Eventually I stepped out of the stairwell and began shambling to the door urgently trying to grasp my crotch through my sweatpants and struggling. I silently thanked God that my sweatpants were black because I was positive I’d have a sizable, unmistakable wet spot on my pants. I fumbled with the key as I tried to open my door, getting frustrated and more and more concerned as I felt more leak into my sweats. I was moments away from completely releasing my bladder and I knew it. Finally, finally I get the door open. I quickly toss my stuff aside and rush as fast as I can to my bathroom, leaking the whole way. I could feel the warmth pooling in my panties near constantly as I struggled to last just that last bit longer. I finally got to the bathroom, leaking continuously at this point, basically wetting myself, but if I thought undoing a belt was a bitch when desperate, working with a drawstring was infinitely worse. I could feel my thighs dampening, my panties feeling warmer and warmer, and eventually finally, finally the drawstring came loose, freeing me. I quickly yanked down my sweats and panties and planted myself on the toilet. I expected a long, long moment of sweet release but I pissed for only a few moments longer. My sigh of release was cut off as my face heated up. I had realized that although I’d “made it” to the toilet, the vast majority of my bladder had already been emptied into my poor sweats and panties. The blush remained high on my cheeks as I inspected the damage. My panties has a large wet spot spanning from the front, just above my vagina, to the back about halfway up my ass. I had hoped the sweatpants had at least escaped all damage (because maybe then I hadn’t had as much liquid in my bladder as anticipated) but my thighs were wet and as I checked the fabric I wasn’t really surprised to find it wet. I quickly wiped myself off, shucking my soaked garments into my laundry bin and stewed for a moment in my humiliation. My one saving grace was that it had waited to reach critical mass until I had returned to a private location. I quickly changed into dry bottoms and panties. Near accidents and leaks are pretty common these days. I swear my way home is cursed.
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  49. My profile photo is me, as for my name............ my best friend calls me either, Piss pants or Missy Pee, because of the amount of times I wet myself and my bed . She knows about my fetish and the nick names are just in fun with nothing derogatory meant . So here I thought I would use Missy Pee
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  50. I hope her parents can get a refund on that costume.....
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