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  1. Some people like things differently than you. Not everything is aimed at you.
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  2. Request 017

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Uh oh. It turns out that fresh seafood doesn't really exist in the mountains! Of course, because the rustic resort went all-out on maintaining its traditional, American mountain-living image (or because they just wanted to save a few bucks), they installed only one, single outhouse to service all of its guests. That's really bad news for these two women. Having come up into the range from a state over to attend a meeting about the retreat's quarterly performance, this business woman made the mistake of assuming her company actually cares about its guests bodily needs. A large ice tea for the ride up, several bottles of water during the property tour, and not even a single bathroom-break later, she finally had the opportunity to sneak off to that lonely outhouse... and found it occupied. The bus is leaving soon. Looks like its going to be a fun, bumpy ride back to HQ... Maybe the winner of the lemonade-drinking contest held earlier will have more luck? The person in the outhouse can't be sick forever, right? But, with a half-gallon of pink lemonade running straight through her system, this has become a true battle of attrition... Her kidneys are on overdrive, and her bladder is full. Really full. And each passing second is just another temptation for her to just let go, and experience the unbelievably sweet relief of peeing her pants. But she's 22 years old, and every fiber of her will forbids such embarrassment. She can hold it. This is the request I did for @randomrobot007!
    4 points
  3. Sorry this one took this long I... ok I don't have excuses this time I just literally spent 4 days doing nothing but playing Minecraft and sleeping. For those who haven't played Super Smash Bros Ultimate I hope you get the references
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  4. Version 1.0.0

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    A drunk girl wets the bed when her hand is placed in warm water.
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  5. I knew I had to go for ages - I really should have went on my break - but I thought there'd be time later. But as my luck would have it, this was one of the busiest days I've ever worked. Customer after customer, no time to get away for even a second. My team leader was busy next to me, serving as quickly as she could, customer after customer, as my aching bladder got fuller and fuller - tighter and tighter with each passing minute. But I couldn't show it - I had to smile, stand straight and serve as best I could. But that wasn't the hard part. Coffee. That was the hard part. Watching each espresso drip into each cup, dripping and splashing. Pouring milk into each jug, each time - watching the bottles as they emptied, and feeling a pang of jealousy each time one emptied out entirely. Because my poor bladder meanwhile was begging for release. As time went on, it got harder and harder to hold - but the customers didn't let up. I was stuck to the till, not even a minute away from the bathroom. But I couldn't go. I couldn't leave my team leader on her own. So I put on a brave face, and I keep serving, ignoring the desperate calls from my bladder, begging to be let go. It felt like hours - customer after customer. No time to escape, no time to duck behind the counter - and all the mean time, I had to keep a straight face. But eventually, the queue died down - slowly but surely, until there was one customer remained. But my bladder wasn't going to wait for one customer. I stood on the spot, aching and trying my best to hide my need to go, sweat running down my face. Wave after desperate wave from my bladder until... A leak. I had to respond - I felt my body jolt on the spot as my bladder began to give way - there was nothing I could do! But it wouldn't be long now...I just had to serve this last customer and then...Four more walked in. It was hopeless, and I knew it. And as another hot jet hit the insides of my thighs, It was safe to say my bladder knew it too. I couldn't grab myself - I couldn't make a scene and embarrass myself or my team leader. So what could I do? As the next customer stepped to the till, I relaxed. I felt my body thank me immediately with a hot shiver of relief up my spine. At the same time, I was immediately aware of a hot burst in my underwear as my bladder began to drain itself into them. My face went bright red as I do my best to look natural as I ask the customer what I can get for him. He casts me an odd look as I blush, but he's nonetheless completely unaware that I'm currently emptying my bladder as we talk. I hope. From my side I can hear it splash onto the floor, and I can just about make out a hiss as it floods out of me. I can certainly feel the warmth as it blossoms out of my groin, spreads down my thighs, calves, and eventually shoes, where it soaks in. I have to stand still now - every single movement makes my shoes squish as warm pee saturates them. All the while, I'm trying to keep a casual smile as I serve the gentleman on the other side of the till. From the corner of my eye, I can see that my team leader has noticed - she's gone red herself as she watches me having my accident. I continue to serve the customer, directing him to enter his card into our machine, enter his PIN, and wait for the receipt. As I bend down to pick the receipt out the machine I take a look at the damage - the puddle beneath me - my soaked jeans, and my once-white shoes. I feel myself go even redder as I stand back up, handing the receipt back to the customer. He smiles at me and walks out. And as if fate itself was mocking me personally, the queue is gone. I'm left stood alone at the till, still emptying my bladder, as my team leader watches. It barely lasted a minute, but it felt like an hour as I was stood there, waiting for my bladder to finally finish. I stand in the puddle for a moment, letting my jeans cool down, and letting my face grow even redder, knowing that I'll eventually have to turn around and look my team leader in the eyes.
    3 points
  6. View File Long Wetting Girl wetting her black panties for a long time. Submitter ero9007 Submitted 06/23/2019 Category Peeing
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  7. Peeing

    Please don't do that, human beings have to clean that up.
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  8. AGH. I had a really busy week! Here's @randomrobot007 request: I hope you like it! (I had a bit of fun with the story, lol). Hey, I don't mind fun ideas! (And I've already drawn stuff that isn't exactly my cup of tea, so we'll see!)
    3 points
  9. Yesterday, I had an exam for my circuits class that I really didn't feel prepared for, so I ran to the library beforehand to spend a few hours going over my notes, only stopping to grab a coffee. My bladder has been very irritable lately, and I'll get sudden and powerful urges to pee that will make me leak if I don't go to the toilet right away. Caffeine doesn't help matters, but I'd had an awful night's sleep the night before, and I needed to get my brain going. Another important thing is that the spot in the library where I love to work is quiet and well-lit, but the nearest ladies' room is down a floor and on the other side of the (very large) library. That distance has been responsible for more than one accident of mine. Also, it has been extremely hot here lately, so I've had to drink tons of water to stay hydrated. You can probably imagine none of this does good things for my bladder control. Long story short, I've learned to always wear protection that can hold a full Jessica bladder if I plan to really get into my work. Yesterday, I was wearing a loose sky-blue sundress that reached down to my knees, and underneath, one of my Abena M4's with black spandex workout shorts over it to cut down on the puffiness and crinkle. Sitting down in my spot, I smoothed my skirt down, making sure no signs of my diaper were showing, then drank a bit of my coffee and gulped down most of my water bottle. Setting out my book and notes, I started working, only pausing to take an occasional sip of coffee or swig of water. I was totally engrossed in my work, but inevitably, the awareness of my filling bladder intruded on my concentration. Without concern, I relaxed my muscles, allowing the warmth of my pee to rush from between my legs into the seat of my diaper. The emptying of my bladder let me regain my focus, and another two hours and mindless wetting flew by. Checking my watch, I realized I had to leave the library immediately in order to make it to the exam room on the other side of campus in time. I'd been distracted and lost track of time, and I needed to hurry to not be late to my exam. I quickly packed everything up, only pausing to finish off my coffee and empty my water bottle before having to go outside into the heat again. I was in such a rush that I didn't go pee or change into a dry diaper on my way out of the library. Instead, I walked as fast as I could to the engineering building where my exam was scheduled, arriving just a couple minutes before it was supposed to start and taking a seat near the back. As my professor handed out the test papers, my heart started pounding. I tried to breathe deeply as the last few seconds before the start ticked down. Flipping over my test, I started working, and forgot about my nerves. By the fifth problem out of ten, I started to feel an urgent need to pee building, but I did my best to ignore it. With each minute passing, though, my need got worse and worse. By the time I was on the sixth problem, I was squeezing my legs tightly together, pressing wet padding against my sex in a way that would have been intensely arousing if I wasn't worried about letting loose a flood and almost certainly leaking. Halfway through the seventh problem, I resorted to holding myself with my left hand while I continued writing with my right. I needed to use my calculator, though, so I had to take my left hand away from pressing through the fabric of my dress and my padding so that I could press the buttons. My body was trembling with a sensation that was half-pain, half-orgasmic pleasure. Inevitably, I started to lose control. I felt the first spurt newly dampen my padding at the beginning of the eighth problem, and then the next spurt came, and the next one, and the next one, until I wasn't spurting so much as I was peeing, a trickle and then a stream making its way into padding that was already saturated. I clenched every muscle in my pelvic floor as hard as I could, but they simply weren't up to the task, even with my legs still welded together and my hand jammed into my crotch. There simply wasn't anything else I could do, my bladder had reached its limit, and I peed and peed and peed for what seemed like ages. I felt the hot flood rush out from my crotch, into the seat of my diaper to pool around my ass, and let out a gasp as I felt the wetness run out the legs of my diaper and onto my thighs. As I let loose the last few drops into my now completely saturated diaper, I heard a soft "drip.....drip......drip" as a few drops of pee ran over the edge of my chair. Almost certainly no one else heard it, but to me they sounded like hammerblows in the silence of the exam room. Blushing furiously, I mopped up the pee on my chair with a dry area of my skirt, then rushed down to the front of the room to hand in my test and out the front fire door so I didn't have to walk back past everyone there. I didn't see anyone look up from their work, and I had a whole row of desks to myself, but I was nonetheless absolutely mortified. I sprinted to the nearest ladies' room, where I locked myself in the disabled stall and ripped off my diaper, throwing it into the trash, and balled up my spandex to stuff into my bag. My dress had a giant wet patch outlining where my diaper had leaked onto the chair. Standing there in the stall, I tried to calm down, but tears ran from my eyes from the humiliation. I didn't trust my bladder anymore, so I taped on the spare diaper I had in my bag and went home, trying not to be seen by anyone. I hadn't planned to have an accident like that, and I certainly don't want to again, but at the same time, thinking about it after I've had the chance to calm down makes me strangely aroused. Certainly, in the future when I'm about to take an exam, I'm definitely going to make sure I'm protected, and that my protection is completely dry before it starts.
    2 points
  10. Got some new Adidas Superstars that I've worn a few times to work now. But today when I got home, I just couldn't resist in letting go a little in them. They've soon dried again, and don't smell, so I can wear them soon again when going out.
    2 points
  11. Version 1.0.0

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    Giri Giri Out English Translation
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  12. (After a little bit of thought, I decided to go ahead and begin writing the idea I had for a Dishonored fanfiction. If there is enough interest, I'll continue writing it.) Standing in her chambers, the former Empress of the Isles, Emily Kaldwin stood around, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Just that same day, she was the proud empress of a powerful kingdom with her Royal Protector and her father, Corvo Attano by her side. However, the day later took a drastic turn for the worst. Her supposed long lost sister Delilah had showed up, along with one of her allies to claim what she felt what was rightfully hers. Despite her best efforts, Delilah managed to trap Corvo in stone, leaving Emily all alone and without any allies. She would have to use her wits and abilities in order to escape from her former home, Dunwall Tower. Emily took a deep breath and collected herself. She quickly made a mental note of things she would have to do. She would have to find a way out of the tower, leave the city, and find a bathroom along the way. Preparing for the day's events, Emily made sure to keep herself hydrated. It would be a long day, and she knew she would have to keep her energy up to last the day's events. She had consumed plenty of water throughout the morning, planning to have a relaxing afternoon afterwards. With everything that was going on, and her necessary escape from the tower, her day would be far from relaxing. Now, Emily was feeling the effects of her water intake. She knew that there was likely no opportunity of using a restroom in a hostile environment, with guards patrolling the premises, with orders to attack her on sight. There were plenty of facilities, but Emily knew that any bathroom in Dunwall Tower was virtually a death sentence due to the loud noise the toilet would create and draw everyone to her position. At the same time, Emily knew she had to escape the tower immediately and she couldn't do that by standing in the chambers all day. She looked at the open window and took a long deep breath. She had to escape, and now was the time to do it. Emily climbed out onto the balcony and looked down. It was a far way down, with no chance of surviving if she fell. She calmly walked on the narrow balcony, careful not to make any sudden movements. With every step, she could feel her bladder twinge slightly, under the tight uniform that she wore. It was becoming quite a distraction, taking away from her mission to escape. However, Emily pushed on and made her way to an empty window. Quickly hopping inside, she noticed the dead guards that were loyal to her, but were slain. However, she noticed one guard still alive and she made her way over to her. "Lady Emily, you're alright, I was worried..." The guard muttered out, clearly wounded pretty badly. "Where's the Royal Protector?" She followed up with, as Emily came closer over towards her. "There's a coup underway, my father is...he's imprisoned for lack of a better word." Emily responded with, looking down at the guard, frowning slightly. "You've got to get out of the Tower, through your safe room. There was a captain, earlier today, down at the docks, looking for the Royal Protector. Find her, get out of Dunwall." The guard spoke calmly, before handing Emily her personal sword, which she held in her hands. She slowly stood up and collected herself. If what the guard said was true, she could have a potential escape down at the docks, which would help her escape the hostile territory that had become of the surroundings. Emily was determined to reach the docks...and to try and not wet herself in the process.
    2 points
  13. Hi all! Sooo this is a bit of a long shot but i was wondering if anyone knew what video this picture maybe came from please or if it did in fact come from a video... Thanks in advance. Wasn't to sure if i was to post in here or in the general section so apologies if its in the wrong spot.
    2 points
  14. Hi! I'm making a top of stagged pee desperation on tv/movies that have a production. I was counting how many scenes I have... and there are 92 omg. So, before finish the list and make a preview video, I want to collect 8 more so this would be a top 100. As I have many, please do not mention some that are very famous, because probably I already know of their existence.
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  15. I haven't seen this lady until today, but I love this video...her name is Mrs. Mischief, In this roleplay scenario, she plays a mom who comes home from hours of shopping at the mall with an urgently full bladder, only to find her stepson occupying the bathroom. She politely urges him to hurry, but it's not happening...she's pleading for him to hurry while trying to hold back her bladder's contents. I love how she politely and discreetly tries to hold herself while urging him to allow her to go. Definitely one of my favorite clips! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bec8dcb0c3d5&pkey=85033651
    2 points
  16. Number 9: Miss Allen Chloe: I haven’t long moved to the street. I don’t know anyone yet at all. I live in one of the smallest houses but it’s perfect for me. I work a lot of hours but I am a very private intimate person with a lot of secrets. I work solely from home as a virtual assistant and work long days and nights as many of my clients live in the States so I deal with the UK and European ones during the day and then as others finish work I begin working with my Stateside clients. In my line of work you take business when it comes. I sleep and eat at odd times but it suits me. So I had been working until 3am and was still sleeping when my door bell went mid morning. I answered in my pyjamas and I don’t care what they though of me! I joked that as long as it was water that was off and not WiFi I would survive fine. I probably regret that now as water is pretty vital! The thing is I drink a lot. I need to to stay awake. I don’t ever drink alcohol but I drink a lot of coffee, tea, water and juice as my brain needs to be alert long hours. I’m a bit, we’ll probably a lot, of a workaholic. I forget to eat for hours and even forget to go to the toilet! I get very focussed. I decided since I was awake now I would just open up one of those bottle of water and start up my laptop. I hadn’t even had a wash but since people don’t see me what does it matter? I hadn’t had my first wee even but as I say I have an addiction to working. I got caught up in something work related and it was almost 11 before I realised I was almost pissing my pants (as often happens) so I ran to the toilet then went to have a shower and remembered about the water! I ran down and grabbed a bottle of water and poured it in the sink and had a cold wash before getting dressed. I gave my hair a quick brush and then made a quick sandwich and got back to work. I was working on a brand new website for a huge business and loving every minute. I had finished the first bottle of water so just opened another one. No time for making tea and coffee as my mind was working overtime. The next think I realised it was after 1pm and I had drank two bottle of water (three including the one before I washed) and used one to wash! The workmen had left a box of 12 and I was debating how much water a toilet would need as I was needing to go. Then I had a crazy idea. Well I say crazy but, well maybe I shouldn’t be saying this to you but you can keep a secret right? These interviews are not being recorded are they? Good. Phew! Anyway, I have this sort of secret: sometimes I get so caught up in work I have an accident and just keep on working! I hate being interrupted when I am focussed and I only take a break when it’s convenient so I hold and hold and hold and sometimes it just happens. I then just strip, shower and carry on. I mean it’s not like it matters to anyone right? So I had a sparkle in my eye when I realised I couldn’t put the washing machine on anyway and with just me alone it takes about 4 days before I had enough laundry anyway so why waste the water on flushing a loo when I could just pee myself when I really needed? After two bottles of water I already had to go big time! It makes me squirm just thinking about it now to be honest. So I just sat down at my little dining room table and held. I carried on adding drop down menus to the new website and copying and pasting information while I squirmed and moaned holding a very full bladder. It’s actually not that awful a feeling really. It made me quite horny if truth be told. My nipples were tingling and as I dribbled a little my vagina lips became all swollen and wet. As I opened a third bottle and started drinking it just happened. As I sat there working away I could feel the warmth first slowly running down my legs. It was sending shivers right through me and giving me a real feeling of euphoria, like a sort of high. I had leggings on and I could feel the squelching between my legs which was so incredible and sexual. I did rub myself quite a bit I must confess and with one hand tight against my crotch I just relaxed and allowed the rest of the warm pee to pour out of me down both legs, pooling on my plastic seat and all around my bottom and puddling on the floor. It took a while before I stopped and the warmth and wetness felt so beautiful. The whole time I had one hand on my keyboard typing stuff for the website I was building. I eventually felt my wet legging getting cold so I stepped out of them, used a towel to dry the floor and chair and put all the wet stuff in the washing machine ready to turn on later. I went upstairs, naked from the waist down, and put on clean knickers and some jeans and went back to work. I figured I should probably eat something too to keep my brain working so I stuck some frozen chicken pieces in the oven and cooked some rice. While eating that I finished drinking the bottle of water I had started when I started peeing myself and I opened another. So that got me thinking. I am always challenging myself and setting targets. It’s what motivates me. Usually the targets are work related but that day was different. The water board had given me 12 500ml bottles of water. It was now 2pm and I had used 6 of them, five to drink and one to wash with. I know the dangers of over hydration and all that but I set myself a goal of using every last bottle before my water came back on. I didn’t need to drink it all but I wouldn’t waste any of it either. But whatever the water situation I had a lot of work still to do. I had dried my seat and decided this time to sit on a towel just for convenience. I went back to working on the big website that had over 100 different pages plus forms and links so I had a lot to be getting on with. I put a bowl of salted peanuts on the table and I nibbled at them as I worked both to keep my sodium levels up and to increase my desire to drink more. It worked and by about 3:30, just two hours from my earlier wetting, and two and a half more bottles drunk since then, I could feel my desperation increasing quickly. I was subconsciously swinging my legs or scissoring them in and out while working. I was crossing and uncrossing my legs and bouncing my knee. But I was right in the middle of a complex function and I will not be broken from my concentration. So I sat it out. I didn’t really look at the clock but I did find myself standing up to work for a bit and bending forwards towards my computer as I tightened every muscles between my legs. I moaned under my breath and held myself. Suddenly I recall my body shaking and I stood tall and paused as instantly a huge hissing noise indicated I was pissing my jeans hard! The noise was much louder than I expected and made me feel proud and happy. I was achieving a lot of work without wasting time going upstairs to my bathroom and at this rate I would be able to put my washing machine on sooner than expected. This time I sat down with my drenched jeans on on the chair with the towel and carried on working hard for ages like peeing my self was perfectly normal. I wanted to finish the page I was on before stripping off. When I did try and get my jeans off I had forgotten how hard it is to pull down wet Denim as it clung to me like a magnet. My underwear was so wet and felt scrumptious against my lips and I could feel my clit pulsing with desire! I hadn’t quite expected just how horny my whole plan would make me feel. I tried to ignore my sexual desires and put my wet clothes in the washing machine and did a quick check to make sure the water wasn’t back on before running upstairs, wiping my legs down with baby wipes and putting some fresh clothes on again. This time I slipped on a pair of sports shorts that I had bought to wear to the gym but never yet got around to going. My thought was this way I could see the pee run down my legs, the one thing that wearing leggings and jeans had prevented. Again the break found me hungry so I looked in the kitchen and found some soup and heated that up. I remember it was lentil and quite salty so I naturally drank yet another bottle of water with it. That left me with just two bottles left with no idea when my water would be back on so I thought I should try and slow down! My colleagues from the States were now online so I had much more work all of a sudden and people were messaging me, phoning me and emailing. I was glad I had eaten and fresh to work. Hours must have passed without me even realising and I was now just finishing the second last bottle of water and squirming on my chair as I worked. Wearing shorts was a much different experience from earlier and every move seemed to really help me hold better. I felt a little light headed and realised I hadn’t had any sugar so far so I ate a couple of biscuits and opened a can of cola from the fridge. The caffeine seemed to really hit my bladder quickly and my muscles were working overtime. I was working but I could barely keep still. The room was starting to get dark so I got up to put the lights on and had to grab between my legs as I did so. Then I had an instant message from a Stateside colleague who asked if he could Skype me about something. Always eager to please clients I agreed and within minutes I was on Skype with my head and shoulders on camera whilst my lower body could barely stay still as I was absolutely bursting for the loo! It was so hard to concentrate and the call seemed to drag in. I had a hand between my legs throughout the call and at one point the client actually asked if I was ok so I must have been sweating or moaning or my fidgeting must have been noticeable. At first I said I was fine but about 10 minutes later when he asked a second time I admitted I hadn’t had a moment to go to the ladies for hours and I apologised. I hoped he would have ended the call but instead he asked me so much more! He seemed fascinated by the fact I needed the toilet and I found that quite a turn on. He is a regular client and we have a good work relationship so it was actually nice to feel we could chat about something other than work for once. I admitted to him that I hadn’t been to my toilet all day which was true because my water was off. He couldn’t believe how much I had drunk but I didn’t dare admit I had pissed myself twice already. At least once he knew I could moan and squirm much more. I did hint that I was very very desperate but he really didn’t seem to want to cut the video call. By now all we were talking about was how bursting I was which thinking back was weird but exciting. I felt awkward at the thought I might have an accident while on Skype but he was lovely and reassured me if anything happened it was his fault for delaying me and not to worry at all. He even said just to say if I was to leak and just at that point I did. I stood back so he could see the wet patch on my shorts and I was frantically dancing and holding myself. I hadn’t planned for anyone to have any idea I was holding my pee let alone a client I loved working with but it all happened so naturally and quickly. We were still talking when I froze and we both knew I had leaked a lot more and I showed him urine running down my legs. As I did so we both heard this very loud gushing sound and for a moment I thought my water had suddenly came back on and I had left a tap on! It was that loud and sudden and obvious. In fact it was my bladder and live on camera I pissed myself so obviously I was squelching and soaked through. After showing off my front and back to the client, who I expected would never want to work with me again, I ended the call, pulled off my wet shorts and dried myself with a towel. As I went upstairs a third time to get clean clothes I checked the water again and was relatives to see water come out the taps. It ran brown at first but after a few minutes all was fine and I enjoyed a lovely hot shower. Despite what I expected the client now works with me even more than before and we have regular Skype calls too. He was very understanding about it all. After my shower I put the washing machine on too and had something else to eat and drink before heading. to bed for the first time in days before midnight. Ironically the day I had no water seems to have brought me extra work which was great and I had a lot of fun but it’s probably best it doesn’t happen too often even if my client seems to wish it would.
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  17. Poor her

    The girls return to cook dinner and decide to stay at their place for the evening. Just sitting and talking and wetting, they watch the sun set. Tired from their trip, they head to bed relatively early. "Finally some privacy. You still need to take care of my other needs, remember?", Anna says. "No way I've forgotten about that", Karolina replies cheekily. Within just a couple of minutes boh cum. Anna also loses control of her bladder. "Sorry, it just came out", she says with a naughty face. "Yeah right", Karolina laughs. During the night, the lovers are woken up by rainy sounds. "Is it raining?", Karolina asks surprised. "Sounds like it. But I'll check", Anna says zipping their tent open. She pokes out her head, but -remarkably - it stays dry. She turns her head and is surprised to see Laura peeing all over the tent. "Ohh sorry, did I wake you?", Laura asks seeing her cousin, "I was feeling naughty". "I can tell", Anna replies. "Who are you talking to?", Karolina asks. "Laura, she's pissing onto our tent". Eventually, the girls go back to sleep, only to wake up in the morning. "So, what are we doing today?", Ellen asks over breakfast. "I was thinking we could just stay here, explore the campsite a little and work on our tans", Natalia suggests. The other girls agree; "And of course, pissing whenever, wherever", Anna adds. "Speaking of that...", Emma says as she empties her bladder through her bikini and chair. "Awesome way to start off the day", Ellen laughs as she too starts peeing. Karolina and Natalia quickly join in. "Don't you two have to go?", Natalia asks Anna and Laura. "I kinda wet last night", Anna says, omitting the fact that it was because of her orgasm. "I went during the night as well", Laura says, smiling at Anna and Karolina. "I believe there's some kind of story behind this", Emma says. "Definitely", Laura says. "I pissed onto their tent. I really had to go, but just peeing in our tent was too mellow". The girls laugh loudly and start to clean their plates. TO BE CONTINUED
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  18. Ripped [1/2]. mdh 1.mp4 mdh 2.mp4 mdh 3.mp4 mdh 5.mp4 Ripped [2/2] mdh 4.mp4
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  19. 1) Plenty of people do like content like this, so I don't get why you're shitting on it? 2) Ripped it. 720P_1500K_192093481.mp4
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  20. Author's note: Hello! Long-time lurker, first-time writer. I've been meaning to write a story for quite a while and I hope this isn't too bad. It only took me like... 6 months of drafts and re-writes to get a day where I deleted everything and started from scratch and finished the whole thing from start to finish. If it really is bad, tell me how to improve. Just don't yell plz ;-; For height refference: The top of Ashley's head reaches the same height as Isaac's shoulders. On with the story now! Isaac drove his car into the city with Ashley in the passenger's seat beside him. It was summer, and they'd decided to go on a road trip to the coast. They'd made a reservation in a sea-side hotel a few weeks prior. The plan was to relax on the beach, enjoy life, the atmosphere and each other. Their car was going slightly faster than the rest of the road. This reason for this was simple. Ashely had to pee. Pretty badly. This morning she and Isaac each had a cup of coffee before setting off an hour later. The sun quickly went from warm to hot, causing their car to heat up and make them both drink the water they'd taken for the road. Isaac emptied one bottle, while Ashley emptied two. After about an hour of driving, Isaac stopped at a gas station to fill the car up for the road ahead. While he did that, Ashley bought herself an ice-cold soda can to drink something with more flavour. Once they were back on the road, Isaac had a few sips, but Ashely chugged the rest. Inevitably, they both needed to stop. Another gas station would have been nice, but they spotted a simple rest stop with a few toilets, though it looked really old and run down. While Isaac found his relief, Ashley did not. Isaac had no trouble in using the dirty toilet. After all, he could stand. Ashley however, now found herself in an unexpected predicament with a filthy toilet and a rapidly filling bladder. A simple wipe wouldn't clean the toilet. Hell, there wasn't even any toilet paper to wipe it with. There was no way she could sit on that without catching several diseases. Isaac suggested she go in a bush. Had Ashley picked to wear a skirt that morning, she'd have no trouble doing just that, but that wasn't the case. She picked tight, blue jeans. They showed off her ample rear, yes, but squating down to pee with them would be rather difficult for her. They'd been driving for three hours and at that point they still had at least another hour to go. Despite Ashley's bladder protesting, she assured Isaac she could hold it. They got back in their car. As soon as Ashley sat down, she felt the waistband of her jeans press on her bladder. "This is gonna be a close call." she thought to herself as Isaac got them back on the road. Arriving at the city a little over an hour later, her thoughts were confirmed. She was now squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together. "You good babe?" Isaac asked, concerned. "Yeah, just need to pee. A lot." She responded, crossing her legs at the same time. "You wanna stop at a gas station or you think you can make it to the hotel?" "I'd certainly appreciate a stop." "Gotcha." After a few minutes they spotted a gas station. Isaac smoothly parked in a free space next to it. "And we're here." Isaac said "Take your time." "Thanks babe!" Ashley said as she quickly kissed him on the cheek and left the car. With gravity now weighing down on Ashley's bladder, she pressed her thighs together, leting out a gasp of surprise. She needed to go more than she thought. Once she got used to the new pressure between her legs, she speed-walked to the entrance. Isaac admired her curvy figure from his car. Her ass and thighs looked astounding in those tight jeans. Her black band T-shirt (which actually belonged to him) beautifully wrapped around her sizeable breasts. Her dark wavy hair swaying from side to side. Getting blown by the wind from the nearby sea as she walked. "God, she's perfect." Isaac thought to himself. Ashley entered the gas station's store, desperately searching for a bathroom she could use. Aha! There it was! She saw the sign for one over some food shelves. She quickly dashed to it, her bladder muscles loosening, prepearing to release her day's accumulation of pee. As soon as the door came into view, she suddenly stopped. The door had a yellow clean-up sign in front of it. Fuck. Her muscles, anticipating relief, let out a small drop of pee into her pink panties. She gasped, bending over and thrusting a hand between her legs, looking down to her crotch. Once she looked up, she saw one of the gas station workers with a mop: a woman visibly older than Ashley. "Excuse me, could I use your bathroom?" she said, standing up straight and removing her hand, but still shifting her weight from foot to foot. At the same time a bad smell hit her nose. "Sorry. Someone had a pretty bih accident. The toilet and the floor is a mess. It'll take a while to clean up." "Oh." Was Ashely's simple response. Now knowing relief was nowhere to be found here, she grew worried again, bending one leg inward. "Do you know anywhere else where I could, um... go?" "Not really. There are some stores up ahead, but I don't know whether they have public restrooms." "Oh. Thanks." Was Ashley's dissapointed response. She hobbled out and back to the car. Her full bladder pounding inside her with every step she took on the asphalt. "What happened?" Isaac asked, concerned for her. "They're cleaning it. Fuck! I need to piss so badly!" She crossed her legs, thrusting a hand between them and desperately gripping her pussy. "Shit. Okay, the hotel is about 20 minutes away. You think you can hold it?" Isaac said, starting the car. "Maybe. I don't know. Lets just go. I'll try." Was her frantic response. "Got it." They were back on the road. Ashley now brought her other hand to her crotch and uncrossed her legs to jiggle them around frantically. "Hold on Ash. We're almost there." Isaac tried to reassure her. "I'm good." Came Ashely's not so convincing response. "10 more minutes." "Mhm" Isaac made a quick turn, but came to a grinding halt, making Ashley lurch forward in her seat. The seatbelt dug hard into her filled up bladder. A loud hiss filled the car as a huge leak shot into her panties. She could feel her crotch getting warm and wet. "OHHH FUCK!" She yelled, gripping her pussy stronger than before and double-crossing her legs. "Shit! Are you okay?" Isaac asked, now giving his full attention to her. "Fuuuuck. I pissed in my panties. What happened?" She lifted her gaze and as she did, her heart sank. The car in front of them wasn't moving at all. Isaac checked his phone, only to find out there had been a car colission up ahead. Fortunately, there were officers slowly regulating the traffic flow. If they didn't hurry up, Ashley would make another flow between her legs. "Hey," Isaac said "maybe there's a bathroom in one of those cafés or stores. Wanna take a look? Can you stand?" Ashley's bladder was bursting. She lifted her hands to asess her situation. Her eyes widened because her bladder was bulging out and the crotch of her jeans had a small wet spot. On the blue of her jeans, the wet spot was impossible to not notice. And that was because her panties were already soaked, no longer able to absorb more pee and clinging to her quivering pussy. She looked outside. They were in a commercial area with boutiques, cafés and other stores around. Surely they had a bathroom for a desperate girl to use. That being said, it was a busy area. She wasn't sure whether she wanted other people seeing her on the border of wetting her pants. "I'll call you if traffic starts to move." Isaac said. "Okay I'll take a look." She opened the car door and carefully stepped out. Again, gravity pushed down on her bladder, forcing more drops of pee out of her. Immediatelly she crossed her legs so tight they hurt. Once she had it under relative control, she stagerred to the nearest café, without a doubt providing an interesting show to all the people on the road and the sidewalk. She entered it. She quickly gave herself a quick squeeze before starting to look around for a place to finally pee. Nothing at first glance. She was just about to go search further, but she was stopped by a rather bulky waiter. "Excuse me ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" He asked politely, but sternly. The burning sensation between her legs was growing harder and harder to control. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop rubbing her legs together. If she stopped for even a second, what felt like a litre would pour out onto the entrance carpet of the café. "Well..um, no. No I don't, but, um, can I just use your bathroom real quick." "My apologies ma'am. Customers only." Was his cold response. "Wh-what?" "Sorry. I don't make the rules. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now. There are other places around that probably have a bathroom for you to use. Good day." She didn't even have time to respond. The waiter gently ushered her out back into the street. "Does this fucking city not have a single bathroom for me to use?!" She thought to herself, grabbing herself again, feeling more pee leak out of her. She looked down. The wet patch could still be covered by her hands, but it wouldn't stay this way if she keeps leaking at a rate like this. Her phone went off, startling her and making more pee leak out of her. She checked. It was Isaac. She bent over and answered it. "Yeah?" She half-moaned. "Find anything?" "No. The universe probably doesn't want me to ever pee again!" "Crissakes! Okay, the hotel is 10 minutes away, but I'll make it 5. Hurry back." "Yeah okay." She hung up and put her phone back in her pocket and hobbled back to the car. The way back was longer, due to traffic having moved signifficantly forward. All the time she kept rubbing her hands on her thighs, worried that grabbing herself would attract too much attention. Of course, the obvious wet patch on her crotch and lower on her thighs attracted attention nonetheless. Finally she found their car, she awkwardly staggered to it, almost crossing her legs with each step. She saw one of the police officers regulating traffic next to the collision site. 5 more minutes and she could pee! "No luck?" Isaac asked Ashley as she carefully sat back in the car. This time not putting on her seatbelt. "I went at that café, but they wouldn't let me go cause I didn't have a fucking reservation there." She desperately responded between moans. "Fucking seriously?" Came Isaac's shocked response. "Well don't worry Ash, we're almost there. You can already see the hotel." He pointed to a tall white building in the distance. "Okay." Ashley said, determined to hold it till they arrive. She unbuttoned her jeans, making her let out a short sigh of relief. Not the immense relief of leting out an entire reservoir's worth of pee, but relief that she'll make it. Probably. Her hands were burried in her crotch again. Gripping her pussy like her life depended on it. Isaac floored it. Ignoring all speed limits. Traffic cams could suck it today. The additional movement was good and terrible for Ashley. It meant that they'll arrive sooner, but it also made every bump and turn immensely worse on her. She twisted and turned in the seat, crossing and recrossing her legs constantly. The pressure was so hard on her, tears started to form in her eyes. "We're here!" Isaac announced as the car gradually slowed down and drove into the hotel's parking lot. Ashley opened her eyes in delight. Finally. They were here. Isaac parked the car, got out and ran to Ahley's door, opening it and helping Ashley get out. Pee yet again leaked out of her. She brought a leg up and bent it inwards, bobbing up and down. The wet patch was now so big her hands couldn't hide it. "I'll get the bags later. Lets go!" Isaac said, leading Ashley inside. They entered the lobby. They looked for a bathroom there. Hotel lobbies always have bathrooms. Ashley saw it, but the universe was out to get her today. Because of that, the bathroom had a long line of tourists fresh off the bus waiting for it. All were engrosed in their phones or travel brochures, thankfully not noticing the bursting Ashley, desperately dancing in the middle of the lobby. "Oh come on." she quietly whimpered, her strength fading. She must've looked ridiculous. Her legs were rubbing against each other with her hands getting crushed between them. She was reaching the end of her tether. Isaac, quick to respond to the situation, ran to the reception desk. At last, some luck shone their way and the desk had no line. He quickly formed out what needed to be formed out and got their room card. He ran back to Ashley, who hadn't moved an inch from the spot where she came in and said "Lets go! You're so close!" Somewhere within, Ashley found the strength inside her to press on. Her over-flowing bladder, somehow still holding 6 hours of piss thrashed around the insides of the poor girl, yet she still pressed on. Slowly hobbling to the elevator with Isaac right by her side. They had to use an elevator because they chose their room on the fourth floor. If they had used the stairs, there was no doubt Ashley would have flooded the entire staircase. The elevator started moving, causing another spurt into her jeans and a hiss to echo throughout the elevator. Pee drops fell to the floor. A dark line had started to crawl down the inside of her thigh. What's worse was that despite the initial force of the spurt dissapearing, a steady trickle of drops was coming out of her, showing no signs of stopping. "Shit shit shit! Isaac it's coming out! Oh fuck!" was Ashley's frantic response as she shuffled on the spot, bobbing up and down, crossing and re-crossing her legs, basically pee-dancing, anything that could stop her from wetting herself. "Fuck. I don't think I'll make it." "Don't say that! You're so close!" Isaac reasured her. "I'll carry you!" He said. "Huh?" Ashley looked at him surprised, but before she could say anything, he picked her up like a bride. A bursting bride about to drown the entire hotel in hot piss. The new position wasn't entirely comfortbale, but she would have to endure it. So there she lay in Isaac's arms, on the verge of crying, keeping her legs crossed like a pretzel, squeezing her leaking pussy stronger than ever. The elevator door opened. Isaac wasted no time, quickly glancing at the direction signs and dashing onwards. All the time Ashley's small trickle kept going. Due to the angle she was being held at, the pee didn't run straight down, instead making Ashley's wet patch grow onto her butt. Thank whatever higher being there is for the floor being devoid of other people. "We're here!" Isaac exclaimed as he rounded a corner and saw the room with their number on it. He gently put Ashley down on the floor. She immediatelly broke in a furious pee dance, pee flowing out of her with increasing strength. A few drops landed on the carpet and left a dark spot where she stood. Frantically Isaac swiped the card. The door unlocked. He held it open for Ashley who now, with relief only a few steps away from her, broke into a desperate dash for the bathroom. She ran inside, scouring the layout of their room. She saw a closed door and ran to it. It undoubtedly had to be the bathroom. Her bladder sent more and more burning spasms throughout her, making her flow gain more and more strength with each step she took. Her pee was now dripping through her fingers. She opened the door, turned the lights on and there it was. The porcelain throne she had been dreaming of this whole time. She tried to run to it, but it was far too much for her. There was no stopping it anymore. Her bladder sent the strongest spasm yet, causing her to twitch and freeze. That was the finisher. The floodgates opened. Ashley exploded thrashing pee into her jeans and onto the obviously well-maintained bathroom floor. She tried to hold it back by reinforcing her grip and squeezing her legs shut, but it sprayed through as if she was trying to stop a blasting water hose with her thumb. This was it. She stopped fighting it back. Pee cascaded through her pink panties, down her legs and onto the tile floor. If there was anyone in the neighbouring rooms, they probably thought that a burst pipe was pouring water out into the entire room. Partially true, with the exception of Ashley being the one to burst and pouring her contents out with the force of a blasting faucet. "Haaa... haaaaaah. Haaaa fuck." came her relieved moans. It no longer matered that she was wetting her pants. She could finally let out all the pee she'd been carrying around in her swolen bladder this whole time. The bulge on her abdomen deflated as she peed and peed a waterfall into the sparkling clean hotel bathroom with the toilet right in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears of joy and relief. She was free of the pressure that had been torturing her for the last hour. As her pent up pee crashed down, her knees started to tremble and her legs feel weak. She was about to fall in the growing puddle on the floor, but Isaac quickly catched her. Gently supporting her fall and squating down on her level and hugging her from behind. Ashley, still going strong, layed down in his embrace. Breathing and gasping heavily with Isaac's arms holding her, as her roaring stream turned to a trickle and finally to silence, leaving the two in a massive puddle of pee. "Feel better?" Isaac asked gently stroking Ashley's head. "Yeah." came her quiet response. She sounded and looked like she'd run a marathon. Her face was red and covered in sweat. "Hey don't worry", Isaac calmly told her "Accidents happen all the time." "Yeah, but this is like the second time this month!" she said, burrying her face in her hands, blushing a deep red. "Aw come on Ash. This isn't your fault. We just couldn't find a bathroom in time. None of this is on you. Besides, it's only me. You know I don't mind your accidents." "I know" she said, taking his hand "but I'm an adult. I should be able to hold it." Isaac gripped her wet hand, turned her around, looked her in the eye and said "The last time you went to a bathroom was 6 hours ago! When we first stopped at that rest area, I thought I won't last another half hour. You somehow managed to last almost another two, despite drinking way more than me. You held it as long as you could. This stuff just... happens. Don't beat yourself up about it." Ashley finally smiled again and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "You're the best." she softly said. "You too." he responded, breaking away from her hug, only to go back in for a deep kiss. There they were. On their knees. Surrounded by an enormous puddle of pee only a few feet away from a toilet. Embracing each other and passionatelly making out. Ashley found that her privates were now relieved and highly sensitive. Her current position - immense relief and Isaac kissing her - made them feel tingly. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. "Hey Isaac." she broke away from the kiss. "Yeah?" he said, not knowing what to expect. She leaned to his ear and softly whispered "Will you help me clean myself up?" "Certainly." he whispered back with the same energy, reaching down to Ashley's zipper. The summer sun outside may have been hot, but it was nothing compared to what the two lovers did next on their room's bed. Maybe their trip wasn't off to as bad a start as Ashley initially thought.
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    The story is set around schoolgirls peeing their pants. In the classroom a girl pees her panties in front of her classmates. Another girl in front of the class pees her pants. Three girls diaper change one classmate and all four girls piss their panties together.
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  22. Hi guys. Just a brief introduction. I'm a long (long, long, long) time lurker here. I've been batting an idea around in my head and figured it might be worth writing down. Since I've got something together, I figured I'd make an actual contribution to this forum (as meager as it may be). I've never written fiction before, so I'm sorry if the story seems lost and rambling at points. I'm relying solely on two college composition courses and the collection of books I've read that were written by authors with skills far outmatching my own. I'm planning on two or three more parts for this story, so any feedback you have will be great. Author's Note: If there is any field of study further from my own than fictional composition, its nursing, so I apologize if I say anything incredibly ridiculous in that regard. Please do not be too frustrated by my lack of research. It is fap-fiction after all 🙂 Part 1: Emma Barnes stared absent-mindedly at the screen as Professor Welsh manipulated the slideshow from her podium at the front, left corner of the classroom. With near physical effort, Emma forced her focus back to the lecture. Emma knew she should be paying attention and taking notes, but she could not keep her mind from wandering. Nursing school had been the obvious choice for Emma. Elementary school and junior high had been a breeze for a girl of Emma’s intelligence, but in high school Emma discovered she had a mental block for lecture-heavy courses. Instead, Emma preferred courses that offered hands-on learning, such as labs and field trips. This, along with Emma’s compassion for others and repulsion at the idea of working a job that left her sitting at a desk for forty hours per week, naturally directed her to nursing school. Emma’s first three years had been exactly as she had imagined: fast paced, practical learning with limited lecture time. Or rather this was the case, until Emma registered for a Geriatrics course as an elective to fill out the second semester of her Junior year. Emma, already showing signs of Senioritis by the beginning of her third year, figured a course on geriatrics would be an easy A, and the fact that Professor Welsh, Emma’s advisor and favorite professor, was teaching the course was all Emma needed to decide to add the course to her spring schedule. However, Emma had not realized that the course was 100% lecture based, dooming herself to thirty classes of agony spanning every Monday and Wednesday from 10:00 am to 11:30 for fifteen weeks. So now Emma sat in the final class of the semester, twirling her shoulder length brown hair as she once again failed to maintain focus. Through the fog of her mind, Emma heard Professor Welsh speak the words “final exam”. Emma’s stomach flipped, and her day was instantly ruined by the reminder of the dreadful event that until this point had been successfully sealed in the “Future Emma’s Problem” file of her mind. Professor Welsh continued: “As you know, your final will be next Wednesday, beginning at 10:00 am. You will be given two hours to complete the exam. Also, as a reminder, the final is cumulative, and I have posted a study guide highlighting the relevant materials for the exam. Lastly, there will be one last chance this semester for you to earn extra credit." Emma had to restrain her outburst of excitement. To Emma, the only saving grace for this class had been Professor Welsh’s extra credit assignments. Professor Welsh gave the students the opportunity to work clinical hours, observe procedures, and attend events, requiring only a short report from the students to receive credit. Of course, Emma took advantage of every extra credit opportunity. Despite the points Emma racked up from her participation, she barely managed to clear the minimum passing grade of a 74. This final exam, for which Emma was wholly unprepared, would act as the deciding factor for her grade, so the news of one last extra credit opportunity was music to Emma’s ears. “I have always felt that a successful caregiver cannot merely be sympathetic but must more importantly be empathetic,” Professor Welsh explained. “While we can debate for hours on the unreality of teaching empathy, I think much can be gained from sharing experiences. For this extra credit assignment, I hope to give you just a taste of the emotions our geriatric patients experience when they begin to lose the control most people take for granted. So, with this sentiment in mind, to receive extra credit you must simply wear an adult diaper to the final exam." Professor Welsh allowed her final statement to hang in the air, and she was pleased to hear the absolute silence as the students of her class were so surprised by her assignment that they momentarily forgot to continue breathing. Emma mentally confirmed that: 1. she had heard Professor Welsh correctly and 2. there was no way for her to misunderstand the statement. Once these boxes had been checked, Emma let go of any hopes of receiving any “saved by the bell” extra credit. It seemed her final grade would depend solely on her decidedly substandard notes. Wearing a diaper was just too embarrassing. Sarah, Emma’s roommate and best friend since they met in their Freshman year of college, broke the silence by asking the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Professor Welsh, how will you know if we… um… completed the assignment?” “I will hold office hours after the exam. Anyone who wishes to receive extra credit may stop by, and we can have a brief private session where I can confirm you wore a diaper.” This direct explanation was enough to prevent any further discussion of the extra credit assignment. *** After class, Sarah walked with Emma to the parking lot. Sarah asked, “Do you think you are going to do the extra credit assignment?” “No, I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would be!” “That kind of seems to be the point…” “Does that mean you will be participating?” Emma asked incredulously. Sarah pondered this for a moment, then replied “Probably not. I’m at an 86 right now. No matter what I do, I’ll probably end up with a B, so why go through the trouble?” Emma mumbled in agreement and attempted to change the subject. “Are we still on for the bar after the final next Wednesday?” she asked Sarah. “Definitely. I’ve cleared my schedule for a straight 48 hours after Welsh’s final. I’m counting on needing a drink, or fifteen, after finals. How about you?” "All clear. Just one hellish week of studying and finals, then I can take a breath.” “And a few shots,” Sarah added. “We’ll see.” Emma was not against alcohol, quite the contrary, actually, but she was still nervous when it came to liquor. Beer was usually enough to make her happily tipsy, and Emma feared she would lose control if liquor entered the picture. “Yes, we will,” Sarah replied as the girls began to separate in search of their respective vehicles. They both worked weekdays as waitresses, Sarah on the afternoon shift, and Emma on the night shift, so despite sharing an apartment and similar class schedules, they rarely had the opportunity to carpool. *** Emma was sitting at her desk flipping hopelessly through her insubstantial notebook to review the topics listed on her study guide. As she studied, Emma began to doubt her ability to pass the final exam. Her late-in-the-game motivation would prove to be too little, too late. Her lack-luster approach to the previous fourteen weeks left her with a daunting mountain of material to cover over the next six days. Emma wished she had a little buffer in her grade in case she bombed the final exam. With this thought, Emma realized she did have the chance to make that buffer, and with a relatively small time commitment. “But I can’t do that. People would notice what I was wearing. And I would have to show Professor Welsh?! How would I be able to face her again?” Emma thought to herself. However, the more Emma studied, the more she realized she was going to need every point she could get. She could not afford to lose points just to save herself some embarrassment. Besides, wouldn’t it be more embarrassing to have to retake the course? “Alright. I’ll do it. I need the points,” Emma decided. Then, another thought occurred to her. “Where will I get them? Oh no… I would have to buy them.” With that thought, Emma was back at square one. Emma could suffer the embarrassment of wearing one under her clothes where she at least had the chance that no one else would know, save for Professor Welsh, but that was unavoidable. But there was no way the store clerk, or any store patrons, would mistake her purchase for a pack of feminine pads. No. That was too much. Emma could not bear the humiliation. Suddenly, Emma thought of a way to avoid the embarrassment. Emma, along with every one of her classmates, owned a few sets of scrubs to wear to class as required by the university. If Emma wore her scrubs to the store, anybody who saw her with her purchase would assume it was just for a patient. It was final. For the first time in eighteen years, Emma would wear a diaper. *** Emma was sitting in her car in the parking lot of the restaurant for which she waitressed. She took a few deep breaths. “You can do this. Go in. Grab what you need. Pay and get out.” Emma made sure to bring some cash with her to make the process as quick and inconspicuous as possible. The only thing that could make this more embarrassing would be a credit card malfunction that attracted even more attention to her. Emma quickly changed out of her work uniform and into her scrubs, a precarious operation to do in the front seat of your car. Emma completed the change without issue and made the short drive to the 24-hour pharmacy. Despite her previous pep-talk, Emma felt a wave of nervous energy wash over her as she pulled into the parking space. Her hands trembled as she put the car in park, turned the car off, and pulled the keys from her ignition. A cold sweat broke out over her back, and Emma was acutely aware of her heart pounding, both feeling it in her chest and hearing it in her ears. Ironically, Emma’s nerves affected her bladder as well, seemingly causing the organ to shrink to half its normal size, reminding Emma that she had neglected to pee before leaving work. “Deep breaths, Emma,” she coached herself. “You are just making a quick stop at the store. People do this every day. You do this every day.” It was not enough. Emma put her keys in the ignition and was about to start the car when she thought of her grades. “No. My schooling is too important. I can’t risk my grades to dodge a quick trip to the grocery store.” Before she could change her mind, Emma pulled her keys from the ignition, got out of the car, and crossed the parking lot. Emma entered the pharmacy, located the correct aisle, and made her way to the entrance of the aisle. She took in the plethora of colored packages, each listing different genders, absorbencies, styles, colors, and uses, and promptly lost her resolve. Emma walked to the next aisle and pretended to be enamored with her options for toothpaste, all while internally battling to regain control. She knew she was walking queerly, like a cross between a zombie and a poorly-programmed robot. Emma’s sweat, jitters, and bladder also rejoined the play. Emma squeezed her thighs together, working toward some semblance of normalcy before sprinting to the bathroom. All at once, she found her strength. “Emma, stop. There is no reason for you to be this nervous. Nobody even cares what you buy.” This thought had an instant calming effect. Emma confidently walked to the previous aisle and straight to the adult diapers. She picked up the first pack that was clearly labeled as adult diapers, taking time enough only to check the sizing chart. Emma took the package to the front of the store, placed it on the counter (thankful there was no line), and felt her mouth go dry as the weary-faced, middle aged woman behind counter looked first to Emma, then to the diapers, then to Emma again. This was it. The clerk was about to begin the interrogation that haunted Emma’s thoughts of the entire process. “Who are these for?” “It is quite a coincidence that they are in your size.” “Are you sure they’re not for you?” Emma’s need to pee returned. Her bladder was unrelenting. “Do NOT wet your pants, Emma,” she mentally instructed as a means of combatting her pressing bladder. “You haven’t wet your pants since you were in pullups, and you are not about to break that streak now.” Emma moved closer to the counter, allowing her to squeeze her crotch out of the clerk’s sight. The clerk prepared her opening salvo of questions. “Cash or credit, hun?” Emma felt she had prepared brilliantly for her defense, only to be dumbfounded by the first assault. Slowly, Emma processed the question and found she knew the answer. “Cash, please.” Emma found the words hard to form with her dry, swollen tongue. There was an awkward moment as Emma and the clerk just stared at each other. Finally, Emma realized she must produce the aforementioned currency. Emma took another moment to ask her bladder if she could borrow the hand currently keeping her pants dry in order to complete the transaction. Her bladder agreed, on the condition that both thighs worked double-time to replace the hand. Having missed the transaction total during her inner monologue, Emma removed a twenty-dollar bill from her scrub pocket, hoping it would be enough. It was. The clerk returned a sparse amount of change along with a receipt, both of which Emma neglectfully shoved into her pocket. Once her item was bagged, Emma took her purchase and left the store. Replacing her nerves was a rush of adrenaline as Emma began to grasp that she had actually done it. She deposited her purchase in the trunk of her car and slipped into the driver’s seat. She started the car and decided she would allow herself a moment to gather herself. Suddenly, the entire car was filled with a shrill alarm. Emma jumped, her frayed nerves reaching their breaking point. Her bladder regarded her lack of attention as a breach of contract and promptly released. Emma felt warmth fill her crotch. The foreign feeling took her a moment to recognize, and by then it was nearly too late. She clamped both hands to her crotch to stem the flow. Emma quickly regained control, but not before she felt a spot of warm wetness spread across the crotch of her scrubs and several trickles of pee make their way beneath her to soak into her panties around her bottom. Her bladder momentarily appeased, Emma answered the phone call that was the spark for the disaster. “Hello?” “Hey, Emma. I’m feeling a midnight snack. Do you mind picking something up?” Sarah asked. Emma thought of the rapidly cooling dampness in her pants. “I’m actually just ready to get home. How about delivery?” “Chinese?” “Sounds good. Just grab some random stuff. We’ll mix and match.” “Okay. I’ll see you when you get home.” End of Part 1. *** I hope you enjoyed. Once again, I'd appreciate any feedback. You've got a hardcore newbie here.
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    Keep the train going! Found some more female diaper messing clips! (Warning the one titled Quick diaper poo is 4 seconds long but I felt that it was worth adding) (The one titled pooping in diapers is shortened to feature only the messing parts so I decided to ad it)
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  24. Tom was getting excited. He was sitting on the train as it approached the city station. He was on the way to a long awaited date with a much older woman he had met on-line and he was really looking forward to meeting her in person for the first time. Now Tom wasn’t like your normal early thirties young man. Sure, he had his mates and enjoyed meeting them in the pub occasionally for a bit of fun, but other than that he was different. While they all went out clubbing and chasing scantily dressed young women, he much preferred older, more mature ladies. He had therefore recently started spending much of his spare time in his room (he still stayed with his parents) chatting online with a lady he had started to communicate with. She was almost twice his age, but from the photo she had sent she looked younger and had a nice, curvy figure which he liked, rather than the skinny women his mates chased after. Tom didn’t know why he was attracted to more mature women, but considered that it maybe was partly due to something he had witnessed when he was about twelve. He, his mum, his friend and his friend’s mum had gone into some local woods for a picnic. Tom and his friend had played hide and seek, and while Tom was being seeker he had almost stumbled across his friend’s mum in the process of pulling up her knickers after peeing in the woods. She had stood up, with her skirt about her waist and he had seen the dark triangle of hair between her legs before she got her knickers up. They had been thin, light pink nylon and were so sheer that he could still see her hairy pussy through them before she turned around to check no one was about. She hadn’t seen him, but he got a lovely view of her firm, round bottom before she dropped her skirt and headed back to the picnic area. The sight had caused a reaction in his own underwear that he hadn’t experienced before and it stayed vividly in his mind all these years after. He started watching his friends’ mums and his own mother’s friends more closely after that, looking for tell tale lines outlining their knickers under their clothes or hoping to catch a glimpse of something up their skirts as they sat on the sofa. Whatever had caused his interest, it had only grown with time, so now here he was arriving to meet Jill, the woman he had befriended. They had arranged to meet at a restaurant, but Tom had made sure he had taken a train that would get him there in good time, so he went to his hotel to check in and freshen up. He worked as a clerk in a legal office in the small town where he lived. There were few staff and all were much older than him, but they paid well and he didn’t mind the work as it often involved being in the presence of smartly dressed older ladies. One of the problems of living in a smaller place was that everybody knew one another, if not on first name terms, at least by sight, so there was little hope of him chasing after some of the attractive older ladies in the area, or they would cause a minor scandal in the community! He had arranged a few days off and had told his parents he was having a break in the city to visit some places of interest. He was sure that they would not approve of his real reason for the trip and felt it best they didn’t know. Jill had moved to the city a few years earlier after her husband had passed away. He had been many years older than her and , although he had been kind and caring, he had never really provided what she wanted most - good sex! They had lived in a large house and most of their social life was entertaining his circle of friends who were all as old as him, so she hadn’t had much opportunity to meet with people of her own generation. He had left her well enough off though, especially after she sold the big house and moved to a new little house in a quiet residential development. She had settled in nicely there, with good neighbours who were friendly, but who kept themselves apart at the same time. About an year ago she had decided that she was getting no younger and that if she wanted some sexy fun then she had better start doing something about it. She had therefore posted on an online forum and this young man called Tom had contacted her. He sounded genuine and from his photo he looked charming, so she had agreed to meet him for a dinner date. She had suggested the restaurant, as it was quite central and was always quite busy, so she would have plenty of people around should things not go according to plan. She checked herself out one last time in the full length mirror before leaving and getting in the taxi she had booked. She had put some thought into her outfit and taken time over her make up, to try to look attractive, yet not cheap. She wore a smart top with just enough of a cut in the neckline to reveal a hint of cleavage whilst still looking respectable. On top of this she had a short jacket. She had decided to wear smart trousers rather than a skirt or dress. They were black, and quite tight around her bottom while flaring a bit lower down her legs. She had chosen a pair of skin coloured knickers that were designed to hold everything in place and hide any excess, -shape wear, she believed they were called. They were almost too tight and she thought that she must have been putting on a bit of weight since she last wore them. Still, they did what they were supposed to do and held her lower tummy in nicely and didn’t show through her trousers at the back unless she bent over, which she would have to remember to try not to do. All in all she was quite pleased with what she had seen in the mirror and reckoned she looked at least five, if not ten years younger than she was. Tom sat in the conservatory of the restaurant, sipping a soft drink and watching everyone arrive. He knew what Jill looked like from her photo, so knew who to watch for. He had taken the opportunity to visit the gents before settling down to wait and had been pleased to see that they had a condom machine. If the date went well and things looked promising he would return and get some later. In due course Jill’s taxi arrived and she got out, went to the driver’s window and bent forward to pay him. Tom noticed how her trousers tightened as she bent forward, revealing the clear outline of her knickers, and he found himself immediately get hard. Jill was looking stunning and was even better in the flesh than in her picture. He immediately stood up, trying his best to hide the substantial bulge that had developed in his trousers and went to get ready to meet her. They hugged, kissed one another on the cheek and made their introductions before finding a waitress and being shown to their table. Jill was almost like a starstruck schoolgirl at first, as she thought Tom was so handsome and when he had hugged her she had felt how strong he was and whatever aftershave he wore made him smell divine. She subconsciously felt herself moisten a little at the sight, smell and feel of him, which surprised her slightly, as no man had caused an effect like that for many years. They settled down to a lovely leisurely meal, accompanied by several glasses of wine. When they had finished eating they each re-filled their glasses with the remains of the bottle before being shown back to the conservatory where they sat chatting as if they had known one another for years. When it finally came time to leave, Tom excused himself to go to the toilet, as the soft drink, wine and water he had been drinking was starting to have an effect, and he was also thinking that he should get these condoms, as the evening had been going quite well. However, when he went in the place was full. The restaurant was attached to a public bar and shared the toilets. There was an international football match on the television in the bar and it must have been half time, as all the urinals and cubicles were taken and there were others waiting to use them. Tom cursed under his breath, as there was no way he was going to casually step up to the condom machine and use it in front of all these men. His need for the toilet wasn’t too bad, so he reckoned he could wait until they got back to Jill’s, if that was where they were indeed going, as they hadn’t mentioned what was going to be their next move still at that point. Tom returned to the table, where Jill announced that she had better go to the toilet too before leaving. When she entered the ladies, the sight that met her was even a bigger shock than the one which had confronted Tom. One cubicle was closed with an Out of Order sign stuck on the door and the other three were all in use. There were several desperate looking women of various ages waiting in front of them, all muttering and moaning about how desperate they were. Then a woman in her mid twenties who had followed Jill into the ladies suddenly exclaimed “Oh stuff this, I’m almost pissing myself” and without further ado had lifted her skirt, dropped her knickers, squatted over the drain in the floor and let go a torrent of pee. All in front of the other desperate ladies! Seeing her let go was almost too much for one of them, who grabbed her crotch, slammed her thighs together and stood moaning with her eyes closed. Jill had seen enough and decided that if they got a taxi back to her house she would manage to hold on comfortably. She was needing to go, but nowhere near as badly as some of the queuing women waiting in the toilets. She therefore decided not to keep Tom waiting any longer and went back to join him. Once they left the restaurant they looked around for a taxi, but could see none. Jill took out her phone and tried calling to book one, only to be told that they were extremely busy and there would be none available for at least an hour. She told Tom, and he asked how long it would take to walk. Jill replied that they would easily be back at her house within an hour and so they headed off. It was a peaceful evening, but noticeably cooler than it had been earlier now that the sun had gone down. They walked arm in arm, chatting constantly about various aspects of life in general. Gradually they moved from the business district into more residential streets, with large imposing houses with big gardens and posh cars in the driveways. Tom was beginning to wish he had waited for a toilet, as all the liquid he had consumed was really making itself felt. He hoped they wouldn’t be too much longer, as he would have to wait for at least a few minutes when they got to Jill’s before asking to use her toilet. If she took him in at all, that is. Their evening had gone well and she seemed happy, but there was no indication as to whether she was turned on by his presence as much as he was by hers. If she didn’t invite him in he would have to find an alleyway or something, because he was sure he would never get back to his hotel in time. Jill too was finding herself becoming distinctly uncomfortable and in normal circumstances would have used the toilet some time ago. The excitement, the wine, the chilly evening air, and her overly tight knickers were all contributing to an increasingly urgent need to relieve herself. She was wishing she had waited for a cubicle to become vacant back at the restaurant, even if she had been forced to witness someone else pee on the floor or even go in their knickers. She was hoping she was going to make it home without at least leaking a bit, and the face of the woman in the toilets kept coming back to her mind. Tom must have noticed her becoming quiet and he asked if she was okay. She replied that she was and started chatting again. He was becoming increasingly worried now, as his need seemed to be growing by the minute. He asked Jill how much further they had to go. She replied that she wasn’t exactly sure, as she didn’t walk this way very often, but she guessed another twenty to twenty five minutes. That really worried Tom and he had to slip his vacant hand into his pocket and give a little squeeze to help keep things under control. He tried speeding up, but Jill was trying to slow down, as walking quickly made her need more acute. He reluctantly slowed to her pace and found she had fallen silent again. She had done so because she needed all her concentration to keep her bladder in check. She was becoming rather desperate and was now actually quite worried. She had enjoyed a lovely evening with a gorgeous hunk of a man, who although he was half her age, gave her the hots like crazy. She had to keep hold of this guy, she had decided, but having to pee in the bushes on your first date was no way for a grown woman to behave. And heaven forbid if she didn’t make it to the bushes and wet herself - what would he think of her! She would have to hold on, that was for sure, because even without the embarassment factor , there were no bushes she knew of between here and her house. In fact there was nowhere she could think of where she could try to go if things became too bad, so she was going to have to hold, like it or not. After a few more minutes things were really getting to Tom. His hand was by now constantly in his pocket, twirling and squeezing relentlessly. On particularly bad spasm struck him and he thought for a moment he had lost control and was about to wet himself, but somehow he overcame it and regained a degree of composure. He knew his time was limited though, so decided to ask Jill if there happened to be any public toilets in the immediate area. She replied that there weren’t any anywhere close by that she was aware of, and then followed up by daring to ask if he needed to use one. He was so desperate by now that he overcame any reluctance or shyness and replied, saying that he was needing quite badly and would possibly have to look for somewhere. Jill tried to reassure him, saying that it wasn’t much further and that she was sure he could hold a bit longer. She added that there weren’t really any places where he could go anyway, at least not that she could think of. She also told him that she could use a toilet herself and would be rather glad when she got home. Use a toilet herself! The truth was she was almost at the stage of using her knickers as a toilet!. She was absolutely desperate but had been trying not to show any outward signs in case Tom had considered her childish. Now she had reached a stage where she was no longer able to hide the fact, and was actually glad Tom had admitted his need as it made it easier for her to admit to needing too. She slipped a hand between her legs as she walked, trying to discreetly hold herself. It wasn’t easy. Her pussy was pulsing away, wanting relief, and her tight knickers were applying away too much pressure on her bladder. She was going to have to pee soon, whether in a toilet, down an alley or in her knickers, she was definitely going to have to go. She racked her brain for somewhere that would give them a little privacy, but couldn’t think of anything in her frantic confused state. Just then to make matters even worse she had a sudden spasm and had to stop and cross her legs, bobbing up and down on the spot as she did so. She had been feeling moist “down there” anyway due to being so turned on by Tom, but she was nearly sure that she had leaked a little with the last wave of pressure and gingerly felt the outside of her trousers to check. She couldn’t feel anything, which reassured her, but she was almost beyond bursting and if she didn’t take some form of action very soon there was no question about it that she was going to piss herself. Tom was in an equally bad way. He was sweating and certain that he could sense his boxers were damp. The more he thought about peeing somewhere, the more desperate he became, clutching and squeezing himself relentlessly as he tried to walk along. By now they had passed through the area of big, old houses and were walking past blocks of modern flats intermingled with smaller, modern houses. Most had small front gardens, but no boundary walls or hedges that would provide sufficient cover for him to have a discreet pee. There were parked cars here and there, but they were well spaced out, with no narrow gaps between them for cover either. What was he going to do?! He was almost at the point of pissing himself! He had to do something! Then, suddenly another severe wave struck him and he felt it coming. He wasn’t going to be able to stop this one, he was pissing! At the same moment he spied a covered walkway between two sets of flats and decided that was going to be his only chance. He Let go of Jill’s arm, Muttering as he did so. “I’m sorry Jill, but I can’t hold it any longer. I’m going to piss myself! It’s already coming out!” With that he rushed into the walkway, unzipping as he went, whipped out his penis, which was already spurting out jets of pee, and let loose a flood onto the ground. It splashed against the wall, spraying out all around his feet and splashing his shoes. Tom didn’t care! It felt like bliss to finally get rid of all that liquid and he stood there with a look of ecstasy on his face , before finally giving it a shake and tucking it back into his soggy boxers. He went back out to the street and began to apologise to Jill. “Oh Jill, I am so sorry! What a way to behave, but I honestly couldn’t have held it another second. It was already coming out before I was ready. What will you think of me.” Just before Tom had let go of Jill’s arm, she had felt him suddenly tense up, so was not totally surprised when he suddenly let go and ran for cover. He had actually chosen the spot well, even if finally through necessity rather than by design, because although she had heard plenty she hadn’t actually seen anything in any detail. However, hearing Tom’s pee gushing out and splashing on the ground had almost been too much for her and she had been forced to do a extremely severe pee dance standing on the pavement. She had been forced to grab herself with both hands, wrap her legs around one another and generally squeeze every muscle she could to stop herself from going there and then. She reckoned from their surroundings that they were at least another five to ten minutes from her house and she knew now that there was absolutely no way she could possibly last that long. Although her dance had stopped her from completely loosing control, she was sure that she had felt a jet of pee escape into her knickers and although she had hardly ever wet herself in adulthood, she knew from experience that if she was at that stage she didn’t have very long at all before it would be too late. She tried replying to Tom, saying that she understood and for him not to worry, but she couldn’t stand still long enough and could hardly get the words out. She gave a little shiver and knew that she was almost at her limit, feeling herself building up towards the inevitable. Tom had noticed and was transfixed. Here was the woman of his dreams, the one he had longed for ever since that day in the woods, and she was about to flood her knickers with pee. He immediately grew extremely hard, so much so that he though Jill was sure to have noticed, but thought he still ought to try to help her if he could. He didn’t want to offend her, but it was clear from her body language that she was on the brink of having a full blown accident and he didn’t want her to suffer the indignity if that. So instead he said “I’m sorry Jill, but I can see that you are in a bit of a bad way. Do you want me to keep a look out for you while you go in the walkway too. It’s quite dark and I’m sure there aren’t any people about. If you squat there nobody will see you from the street and I’ll promise to keep a look out and not to peep. It will be better than trying to hold and being forced to go in your knickers” Jill glanced around and looked into the walkway. It didn’t give a lot of privacy, but as Tom said it was quite dark in there and there was nobody else around that she could see. She was still pondering whether to go ahead though when her bladder made up her mind for her. A huge spasm suddenly came out of nowhere and she felt a jet of hot pee spurt into her knickers. She grabbed herself tightly again, dancing around frantically as she did so, but now that the first spurt had escaped, more were coming and she knew that she had to do something or she was going to completely piss herself there and then. She turned to Tom, and gasped “Oh! Oh! Oh no! Yes , please keep a look out! Oh, Oh no! It’s coming! I’m doing it! Oh No!” With hobbled into the walkway with her legs apart and one hand firmly in her crotch whilst the other scrabbled around trying to undo her trousers. As soon as she was in the entry she dropped her trousers and half squatted as a river of pee erupted from her. Tom heard her give a little shriek, before hearing her exclaim “Oh no, no! Oh I’ve wet myself. I’m pissing my knickers!” Tom was unsure of what she was saying, as she was still peeing forcefully and it looked like she had managed to get everything clear. However, as his eyes adjusted he saw that although her trousers were around her knees, her knickers were still in place. They were clinging to her so tightly that she must have missed the waistband as she whipped down her trousers and she had totally drenched them. Finally her stream subsided and she took some tissues from her bag and tried to sort out some of the worst of the damage before gingerly pulling up her trousers again and coming back to join Tom. She had tears in her eyes and looked very embarrassed. “Oh Tom” she said, “I’m so sorry. I completely understand if you never want to see me again. It’s just that I couldn’t possibly have held it a second longer. I was already going in my knickers as I left you, then I couldn’t find the waistband to get them down. I’ve basically totally peed myself. I’m so embarrassed.” Tom hardly knew what to say. Did he tell her the truth, that he had almost cum in his pants seeing her wet herself! He put his arms around her to soothe her and explained that it was okay and that anyone can have an accident. With Jill still sobbing gently they started off for home. On the way Tom explained why he hadn’t actually used the restaurant toilet and Jill then cheered up and told him about her experience, including the woman who peed on the floor. Jill was waddling along as her wet knickers were decidedly uncomfortable, while, after hearing about the exploits of the ladies in the toilets, Tom was waddling for a different reason. He was so turned on that as soon as they were in the house and Jill had locked the door he was on her, kissing, caressing and feeling his way around her body. She responded by doing the same to him and soon had her hand inside his damp boxers and pulling on his hard member. In no time they were out of their clothes making frantic but passionate love on the lounge sofa. It was the start of along and happy relationship but they always made sure to use the toilet before going anywhere after that night.
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  25. Isn't that what underwear's for, to catch the drips, or a bit more?
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  26. Thanks for the positive comments. I have some more ideas that have been rumbling around in the back of my mind for ages, so I'll try do do some thing more sometime soon.
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    I absolutely love the description for this one! Not only your art but your storytelling are always getting better!
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  29. She is starting to wet herself Sorry if I made it too subtle, I thought that wetting a dress with that many layers wouldn't be that noticeable
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  34. So are we going to get Arya and Sansa being desperate to pee?
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  35. First time posting- but have been lurking for a while now- if you want to skip the start I’v marked the more interesting bit. So recently I decided that it would be a good idea when the weather is right to go for a long walk to a nearby trail, if the weather was right I was planning on doing it today but unfortunately it wasn’t so I stayed in- but since I was already in the mood to finally do a proper wetting I decided to go try one in the house instead. It started around 10am, I had drank some juice before this point and decided to get a can of cider since I wasn’t going anywhere and it would help me along- I also don’t bring any cups or plates into my room where I’d be spending most of my time at the start so only cans or bottles of anything are allowed (the only rare exactions being hot drinks) I ended up getting the devision 2 when it was on sale on Xbox as I’d just gotten into playing it again but unknown to me before starting it the servers would be getting shut for maintenance at 12. I wondered about a bit collecting things and nursing my drink until I was notified of someone requesting help on a mission I had done- since I had a lot of time before I’d start needing to pee anywhere near badly I joined and we started making our way through the hotel. About 10-20 minutes after I started we made it to the roof where there was the end boss- the mission was a good bit harder than the first time I had done it and this acted as a somewhat welcome brick wall for a good while. Basically the actual boss is in a lot of armour and wouldn’t take any damage from us even after I had broken it so after about 5-10 minutes we got wiped and had to start the fight over. This happened four times. Eventually I did kill him but from me joining till finish took us an hour and by this point the juice and cider have started to hit and I’v been wanting to get the mission over with for a while now. So from here I decided to go get a cup of coffee, normally in the house I’d drink decaf so I actually have any coffee to drink when I want it but some full-caf coffees can get the water flowing faster. Before I sat down earlier since I wanted this to be more authentic I had put on some underwear and was wearing my current lounge outfit mainly the grey joggers, so while I waited for the kettle to boil I tied the band as tight as I could just above my bladder so I couldn’t hold myself properly. After the kettle boiled I started pouring it into the cup and could became more aware of my bladders fullness, I added the milk and stirred it then started pacing the kitchen while drinking it. Each warm sip made me think of it sloshing down into my bladder with each step helping it move. Eventually I finished my coffee I took off my shit, put it in the washing and went into the bathroom as I knew it would be happening soon and I needed something to distract myself with. I decided to brush my teeth and when I looked into the mirror I saw how red my cheeks were, this was from a mix of the holding and alcohol (however little it was) and when I touched them it felt like you could fry an egg with them, my mouth was also extremely dry. After brushing as the fullness in my bladder while heavy wasn’t heavy enough or tiering enough to cause me to wet myself I decided to shave. During the saving I felt myself relax a tiny bit and a tiny spurt shoot out, I reached into my trousers and touched the tip of my underwear, very slightly damp. As I continued shaving to pass the time when I was getting closer to finishing another spurt escaped, this time a bit bigger but not by much. While I was very occasionally loosing the odd spurt I knew I wasn’t close enough to wet myself so I sat down on the toilet seat and continued watching a reupload of a charity livestream I was watching beforehand. After about 10 minutes as sitting had really helped I was getting slightly bored so I decided to stand up. As I rose it felt like a stone that had been floating in my bladder hit the floor. This feeling got me excited for what was to come. I knew if that even with me standing I would still need to wait another while before it became unbearable so I sat back down and would occasionally stand up again just to feel everything sloshing about in there. In an attempt to hurry things along a bit I logged on here and was scrolling through stories and pictures when I got the idea to sit on my knees. I stood up and the drop happened again and swayed with me as I walked over to the shower, every step I could feel myself tensing a tiny bit harder before trying to relax, I put my phone on the sink and stood with my legs as far apart as I could before lowering myself onto my knees. From here I moved my knees as far apart as I possibly could while in the shower but the drop I had felt when standing was gone as my back wasn’t aligned correctly so I stood back up and spread my legs again. As the constant ebb and flow of tensing then slight relax continued I had again stuck my hand down my underwear and was trying to reposition everything. I tried tightening my waistband again but it didn’t work, it had slid down a bit since initially tightening it so I put it back onto my bladder even if it wasn’t causing much pressure. Standing there with my legs apparent eventually I felt two hard spurts into my underwear so I jam my hand in there to feel the outside of it. I examine the outside of my joggers but the only wet patches are from my hands on the outer thighs from me shaving and a slight shaded outline of my very noticeable bulge once again probably from my hands when they were holding the outside. I wait another while before I feel myself start wetting a bit, not too strong but it had happened- I finally properly had started to wet myself unintentionally and in joggers. I’d peed myself in old underwear before but had never properly wet myself. The initial stream was slightly weak so I started to push along with it and the torrent started the front of my black boxers were starting to get soaked and I could feel the pee splash about in the room it had in it, it took about a second or two of solid peeing before I felt it start to cascade down my leg. Beneath me the pee started looking around my feet and a sprinkling of it formed between them but there was nothing noticeable from the outside at this point. After what felt like a solid 7 seconds of full blast flooding it started to show on the outside of the joggers- it started at the front seam just to the left and spread down towards the bottom, a tiny bit crept up and to the right while the rest had split down the legs following the trail that had been set out- on the outside it was one very thin line down each leg with little deviation from the main stream. When I couldn’t push any more out of I examined the damage and felt the inside of my underwear- It was warn and kind of felt like the air after a storm. I preceded to take some bad pics (that I might share at some later date) and then turned on the shower and turned it onto jet and put it down my underwear. The warmth and power from the jet positioned just behind my penis made it kind of feel like I was peeing again, the few stray streams hitting the back of it also helped my enjoyment- this continued until the joggers turned almost black and I felt like I couldn’t pee anymore. I then enjoyed the feeling to it’s fullest, went for a shower then started writing this- during that time Iv had to move onto the toilet again as it has started to become extremely difficult to hold what was left
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  36. having a penis has virtually the same virtues as defects, the advantages are the possibility of peeing on the standing, the disadvantage is when you really need to pee and experience runs from the base of the penis through the urethra and to the tip of the penis, so I would like to tell girls: nothing envy.
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  37. Chapter 7 “Tortured” was probably too strong a word. Tim’s bladder certainly wasn’t tortured, but it was tired. He’d experienced similar feelings before, while doing rapid desperation style holds, or on those rare occasions when he had lots of precious alone time to drink as much as he wanted, and pee freely for hours, be it in his pants or diaper, and he recognised the signs. His holding muscles were tired, and his bladder was getting to used to letting go whenever it wanted to, meaning that maintaining full control was becoming more difficult, especially while wearing a wet diaper. He had little doubt it was being caused by having to suddenly clamp down hard on his holding muscles from time to time, and he really wanted to completely empty himself, and start again. Avoiding all females as much as he possibly could, Tim left the mall, and headed towards his car. His sodden nappy squelched between his legs as he walked, sending the odd trickle down his legs. Only when he was well clear of the doors, halfway through the car park, did he finally allow himself to take a firm grip of his crotch, feeling wetness beneath his fingers, and squishing a small waterfall out of his distended nappy, coating his legs with even more warmth. The inner legs of his track pants were even shinier than usual, and he left a couple of small drips in his wake. It was such a strange feeling, being so wet in public, and it felt even weirder knowing his poor, tired bladder was still half full! Once at his car, he was relieved to find his gym bag was indeed on the back seat, and he got in beside it. Sighing with relief now his wet pants were safely out of the public eye, he enjoyed the squishy noise as he sat down, and felt the diaper spread itself across his bottom in a warm embrace. A quick inspection of his gym bag yielded good results. He had a towel, a pair of denim jeans, boxer briefs, (not exactly fresh, but fresher than the boxers he currently wore!) a pair of slightly dirty white sports socks, an unopened bottle of water, which was surprisingly still at a drinkable temperature, as well as the added bonus of talc and deodorant. His bladder was mildly protesting, even though it was only half full, the wet diaper was sending signals to his body to finally empty itself once and for all, and to stop stuffing around with all these little releases. So, first things first, he folded his towel, and placed his butt directly on top of it. A look around the surrounding area showed that he was safely alone, so he sat back, spread his legs, and finally relaxed his holding muscles completely. Tim sighed with relief as he started peeing. The diaper he wore was well past it’s capacity to contain the torrent of pee that he released, and he felt it overflowing from the front, coating his entire pubic region with hot liquid, then pouring unhindered across his hips and upper legs. A glance between his legs saw a dark wet stain spreading rapidly across the bright red towel he was sitting on, and his bottom was totally immersed in a fresh, wet heat. He shivered with delight and relief as he finally felt his stream slowing down to a trickle, and he saw that his black sweats now glistened in the light, sticking tightly to his thighs. What a relief! After two hours of monitoring his bladder, and the occasional panic attack and resulting clamp-downs, to just finally sit in peace, relax, and let go, was absolute bliss. He ran his hands through his soaked crotch, and felt his manhood stirring deep inside the saturated padding, and could’ve almost given in to the desire to bring himself to orgasm, but that wasn’t the sort of thing you did in the backseat of a car, in a busy mall car park, halfway through a sunny Saturday afternoon.... Tim contented himself by squirming around a bit, mushing the wet nappy against his bottom, and he took a large drink out of the water bottle he’d found in his bag. He had seriously considered not drinking anymore until he got home, but, he was actually thirsty, and he intended to use the toilets as much as he needed to from here on in. After all, he couldn’t risk wetting himself without any protection, but he had an idea that might offer some minor comfort, especially for little leaks..... Tim did another visual recon of the area, making sure he was still alone. He decided that it was now or never, and he kicked his sneakers off, lifted his bottom up, then swiftly pulled his dripping pants down and got free of them. His left sock was wet through as well, so that too got removed. A quick glance at his underwear made him smile. He’d selected grey cotton boxers with a black check pattern to cover his diaper, should it happen to poke itself out of his pants, and they were now stained almost universally a dark colour, from the elastic waistband to the cuffs on the legs. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that they had been peed in multiple times without a diaper underneath them! These were quickly stripped off, joining his other wet clothes on the floor. The diaper was next. He ripped the side panels open, and pulled it out, surprised by how heavy it had become. A small drip fell onto his bare thigh, indicating just how full it had become. Tim pulled the towel out from beneath his bottom, and quickly dried himself off as much as he could with what little part of the towel that was still dry. Moving quickly, lest he be discovered, he gave his groin area a good dusting with the talc, then pulled his sky blue boxer briefs from his bag, and stuck his feet into them as fast as he could. He pulled them up to his thighs, then got one of the socks from his bag, folded it, and carefully inserted it into the crotch, before pulling them completely up. The folded sock felt kind of strange against his manhood, but he hoped it might act like a pad, absorbing any little leaks that might occur. It wouldn’t be as safe as a diaper, and would offer no protection against a large accident, but he didn’t intend to have any more of them. From here on in, he would visit the restrooms regularly, and keep his bladder as empty as possible. The teen smiled at his own ingenuity, and took a large swallow of the tepid water, confident that it wouldn’t matter, so long as he stuck to his bathroom plan. He pulled the other sock onto his left foot, replacing the wet one he’d removed minutes earlier. They weren’t a perfect match, but hey, they were both white, so it really didn’t matter. Before he pulled his jeans on, he sprayed his legs with deodorant, then finished dressing, before stuffing his wet belongings deep inside his gym bag, slipping his shoes on, winding the windows down a little bit, then getting out again. As he put the bag into the small trunk, he paused, and focused again on his bladder. It still wasn’t completely empty! Nearly, but not quite. This probably wasn’t a total surprise, as he’d learned from previous experience that peeing into a nappy while seated, never quite resulted in a full empty. What he still held was only minimal though, and he’d make sure to use the bathroom as soon as he went back inside. He had to adjust the way the sock inside his underpants was sitting, then he was good to go. He locked the car, then walked back towards the entry, draining what was left of his water bottle on the way. Tim felt very vulnerable without his diaper on. It almost felt like he was naked. The sock pressed against his penis only offered a small reassurance, and he knew he was taking a bit of a risk. But, it also felt like he had no other option. He had no idea how long his new condition was going to last, maybe it would even be permanent, and he would most likely encounter a lot of times when he wouldn’t be diapered at all. He cringed at the thought of the possible conversation that he may need to have with his parents if in fact this ended up being a long term condition. But, if it was permanent, he would need their help. He couldn’t afford to be diapered 24/7, as much as he may sometimes like the idea. Not to mention stuff like school...... His parents weren’t due back until the following night, so he had at least another 24 hours to work things out, and, at the end of the day, if it was a permanent condition, he really had no choice but to learn to deal with it. Besides, as a diaper lover, there were certainly worse things he could be afflicted with. As he passed by a car in the parents bay, a young woman was lifting her toddler out of the trolley he was sitting in. Tim got a sudden feeling of medium desperation as he approached her, but it was too late to act on it. He almost knew what was going to happen before it did, and it seemed to play out in slow motion. The woman lifted the little boy out of the cart, and Tim felt a small squirt of pee escape into the sock he had inside his pants, and he watched the woman firmly clamp her thighs together as she lifted. It wasn’t much of a leak, maybe only a few drops, but he felt a slight dampness where there wasn’t one before. He almost scurried away from her as quickly as he could, a light bead of sweat forming on his brow. Tim paused before approaching the door, trying to do a personal assessment of his own bladder. On a desperation scale, it was minimal, perhaps one or two out of ten. He’d almost completely emptied it in the car, with the exception of the last remaining dregs that are almost impossible to empty while sitting down in a diaper. He didn’t even need to go, really. But he knew his bladder still held that slight bit in reserve.... On top of that, his holding muscles felt tired. Very tired. He strongly doubted that he’d be able to squeeze them shut on time in an emergency. Added to that, was the fact he’d just drunk another small bottle of water, which hadn’t yet had time to filter through him. He would definitely use the bathroom as soon as he got inside. He would sit on the toilet, and forcibly push, making sure to get every last drop out, and only then, would he continue his experiment. His mind made up, he started walking again, actively avoiding as many women as he could, experiencing occasional bursts of desperation from mild to medium as he passed them. Once inside, he headed towards the corridor with the rest rooms in it, but he was stopped by a shout before he could make the turn. “TIM! TIMMY! YO! TIMBO!” There was only one person in the world who ever called him Timbo, and he turned around, confirming his suspicions. Walking towards him, from inside the mall, was his sister, Lisa, grinning from ear to ear and waving. But what he noticed next, was completely shocking. Walking alongside of her, the gorgeous red hair bouncing off her petite shoulders, and looking absolutely resplendent in her skin tight pink jeans, was Sinead......
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  38. Hey there uwu Just call me Rose. I'm a big fan of wetting, desperation, getting peed on, etc. Just saying hello, and I'm always up for some roleplay c; ehehe
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  39. At least three times. I’ve told them before, but a long time ago. Ill preface the first tale with a small backstory. When I was little, I was allowed to pee outside in the yard, behind a bush. Also, I was allowed to pee in my swimsuit when we went to the beach. This kind of morphed into more over time. I got an above ground pool when I was probably 7-8. It was always drummed into me that the pool wasn’t the ocean, and I shouldn’t pee in it. I was to get out and go behind the bushes. One day, I misjudged it a bit, and started peeing in my swimsuit as I climbed out. At first I was worried, till I realised that my already wet suit didn’t show it. After that, if I was already wet from the pool, sprinklers, or slip n slide, I’d stand behind the bushes and go in my shorts or bathers. My mum saw me a couple of times, but never made a big deal out of it. This eventually led to me not even trying to pretend to pee behind the bush, and just going in my wet clothes on the lawn, even in front of my parents. It became an acceptable thing that I did when I was already wet. I’d just hose off, and usually undress outside before going in to bath or shower. One day when I was probably about ten, I wanted to play in the pool, but it needed filling up first. I was wearing dark green speedo bathers, and topping up the little pool with the hose, while talking to my mother, who was putting laundry on the clothesline. I needed to pee badly, and didn’t think I could wait until I got wet, but I didn’t want to just waste a perfectly good pee behind the bushes. So I just let go, and wet myself while I stood there, thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. Apparently, it was. It was the first time I’d ever seen my mother get mad at me for wetting my pants, either deliberately or accidentally. I was scolded, and told that choosing to just do it on purpose in dry clothes is a lot different from doing it when already wet, and was just incredibly lazy. Wasnt punished for it, but I did get upset about getting into trouble. I’d never been scolded for wetting before, even accidentally. Next time was much more embarrassing. I was about 14. Summer holidays. Mum settled in to watch the midday tv talk show, then Days Of Our Lives. 🙄 I decided to go and lay in the sun for awhile. I set the sprinkler up, so I was laying just outside of its reach, maybe catching the occasional drop. My plan was to wet my shorts, then get wet under the sprinkler to hide it. I lay with my groin off the bottom of the towel, across the lawn, and slowly wet my shorts, pretending I was wetting the bed. I did this a bit at a time for a few minutes, enjoying how wet and warm I was getting, knowing I was safely going to hide all the damage shortly be getting fully wet. I was a late bloomer puberty wise, and although I enjoyed wetting myself, it still wasn’t sexual, and I didn’t understand it, but I knew I liked it. So im nearly done soaking my shorts, when mum appeared at the door, holding the phone. My friend had rung me..... Instead of just putting the damn thing down and leaving, she stood there holding it, waiting for me. The sprinkler was behind me, between me and the back door.... I had to get up, and move into the spray, then pick it up and use it to hose off. “I’ll just wash the grass off,” I told her, but she had seen how wet my shorts were. I talked to my friend for a couple of minutes while she stood there. Then asked me “Did you wet yourself?” I denied the obvious, blushing red. It was uncomfortable, and never mentioned again. Another time was young, maybe 8-10. Had wanted to play under the sprinkler and wet myself, but wasn’t allowed to. I was only wearing brief style underpants, in readiness for what didn’t eventuate. I’d been playing with my toys outside, expecting to be allowed the hose at some point, but mum said it was too cold. I decided to do it anyway, as I was going in to have a bath after playing in the dirt. So I did. I wet myself. When I stopped dripping, I undressed outside, and put my wet pants any t-shirt straight into the washing machine, planning on putting them underneath whatever might be in there. However, the machine was empty. I had no choice, but to put them in before padding naked into the bathroom. Not long after, mum came in, holding my soaked underpants, and asking me what happened. I told her I’d had an accident while washing my hands and toys in a bucket of water. She wasn’t overly upset, and it didn’t get mentioned again.
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  40. And here's the conclusion. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Rick pulled the saucer up alongside the mysterious ship. “Hmm, their hangar’s open,” he observed. “Bet they won’t mind if we drop in.” Summer would have countered that claim, but her need for relief was too great for her to argue. She simply squirmed as they flew into the hangar and walked through the airlock. The ship’s interior was dank and gloomy. Somewhere a burst pipe was leaking, taunting Summer with its’ dripping noise. “Hello?” called Rick. “Captain or whoever? We nuh-need to use your bathroom. Or, more accurately, my granddaughter does.” “Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, holding her crotch and squirming worse than ever. It was taking every ounce of effort to keep more urine from leaking out. She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer and was starting to doubt they would find the ship’s toilet before the inevitable happened. “Don’t worry, Summer,” said Morty, noticing her discomfort. “There’s gotta be a bathroom around here somewhere. After all, everything pees. Um, guess that’s not helping.” “And you’re wrong as usual, Morty,” Rick added. “There are puh-plenty of species in the universe that don’t take in water or-” “Look!” Summer exclaimed, interrupting her grandfather’s rambling. There was a sign on the wall that was written in an incomprehensible alien script, but the male and female figures on it were unmistakable. “The bathroom must be through this door!” She threw it open, then groaned in dismay. It was just another corridor! “Hey, there’s another sign,” said Morty. “The bathroom must be through that door.” No such luck. They were instead confronted with another corridor and another sign. “Okay, this is getting ruh-ridiculous,” groaned Rick. “I’m sure it’s right through this next door, Summer,” said Morty. “Summer?” Summer didn’t answer. She felt the last of her strength give out and the floodgates open. Warm urine poured out of her with the force of a garden hose, soaking her crotch and running down her legs. Equal parts relief and embarrassment rushed through Summer as her bladder continued to drain. A glistening yellow puddle formed on the floor between her feet. When she was finally empty, Summer stood still, mortified at what had just happened. “Aw, jeez,” said Morty after several awkward seconds. “Rick, do you have anything that- Rick?” Rick was staring intently at a pane of decorative glass on the wall. Suddenly, he let loose with a roundhouse kick, shattering it. Summer gasped at what she saw: behind the pane was a small room! Inside the dingy room there were several desks with computers and monitors, bags of what she assumed was food, and numerous boxes of tissues. Seated at one of the computers was a pale alien with his back turned to them. “Yes!” cried the alien. “Ooh, that was incredible! So glad I sprang for those fake signs.” Only then did he seem to notice the sound of the shattering glass. He turned and let out a shriek of terror. He was mostly humanoid, but with smooth white skin, three yellow eyes and four scrawny arms, all raised in a gesture of surrender. Rick advanced towards the alien, portal gun drawn. “Okay, suh-spill,” he said. “Who are you and what’s your deal?” “Um, m-my name is Flim Gleepnork,” stammered the alien. “I write stories. Stories about, uh, hot girls peeing themselves. A-and when she walked in, so desperate to pee, it was like a dream come true. It’ll be my best story yet!” “That’s disgusting!” cried Summer. “Hey, don’t kink-shame,” Rick chided her. “Still, I can’t just let you write about Summer, so…” He reached into his coat and pulled out what looked like a bronze gun with a lightbulb at the tip. “Jesus, Grandpa!” cried Summer. “You can’t just shoot him!” “Relax,” said Rick, “it’s not a gun. It’s a memory eraser I *urp* borrowed. Speaking of, Sixer probably wants it back… Anyway, I’m just gonna erase the last hour of his memory. You’re welcome.” Over Flim’s protesting, Rick fired the memory eraser. A beam of blue light engulfed Flim, leaving him with a glazed look in the eyes. “Did it work?” asked Morty. “Obviously it worked, Morty,” snapped Rick. “However, I muh-might have erased just a bit too much. Like, maybe a year. Anyway, let’s just get out of here before he comes to his senses.” The three of them headed for the exit, Summer soaked and thoroughly miserable. “Aw, cheer up,” said Morty, noticing her distress. “We’ll get you a fresh pair of pants as soon as we get home. And no one else will ever know this happened.” “Thanks to me,” added Rick. Summer smiled despite herself. “Thanks, guys,” she said. “I wonder, though,” said Morty. “Who would write a story about my sister wetting herself?” “Probably some luh-loser who can’t get laid and jerks off to underage anime schoolgirls,” Rick replied. “Man, that’s harsh,” said Morty. “And oddly specific,” added Summer. “But I think the real question is who would read it?” A look of panic crossed Rick’s face. “Um, I dunno,” he said hurriedly, “but I’m sure they’re all wonderful, wonderful people! Okay, story’s over, bye everybody!” “Grandpa Rick, what are you-” “I said bye! It’s over! This is-” THE END --------------------------------------------------------- I debated putting in a post-credits scene to further imitate the show, but I couldn't think of a good one.
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  41. I second this, albeit the situation occurs differently. In a role reversal, a dominating female is teasing me as I show obvious signs of desperation. She starts off with taunts, such as "Aw, what's wrong? Do you have to pee badly?" As time progresses, she then starts to persuade me to just piss myself with statements like "It's okay, even big boys have accidents", "Aw, you're not going to make it! Tsk tsk!", "Such a shame your your pants are going to be soaked!". When she has had enough, she finally convinces me "It's okay. Don't suffer anymore. Just let it go. I won't tell anybody." With a final look of permission, she seals the deal by saying "If you pee yourself, I'll do the same so that you won't be the only one that's embarrassed, ok?"
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  42. I don’t allow myself to cum until my bladder is rock hard. The moment of release tightens up my abdomen with a massive squeeze on my throbbing ball of piss, with a great rush of pain and pleasure at the same time. After that, I usually can’t piss for another 1 or 2 mins as I relax again.
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  43. "Shhh... It's OK, accidents happen... If you can't hold on... It's OK..." Saying something like that while you're still dry, their presumption that you're not going to make it, and the caring, nurturing tone, perhaps while they gently rub your back or your face... Almost but not quite encouraging you to wet yourself to relieve your suffering... Oooh goodness, that's dreamland for me, right there...
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  44. Here is it: xvideos.com_170404396abbc8a8a972d5a8d1dc82fc.mp4
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  45. Oh... Standing changes things. Way tipsy, belly bulging a lot but no serious bladder distress just yet. Was a 5... Temporarily a weird 3.5 ish pain wise but my abdomen still feels firm and full? I'll take it if it helps me hold more, longer.
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  46. I believe it is a desperation and wetting site where the models stand on yoga mats and have to drink water over a period of time without going to the toilet, doing challenges like jigsaw puzzles or standing with their legs wide apart, before eventually wetting themselves. I think one of the longer videos was posted in another thread here.
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  47. OH please ! Unless she is a total freak of nature with a several liter bladder this can't happen A dehydrated person perhaps could hold it for 40 hours , but I don't recommend it.. But then pee steady for 6 minutes, and then be upset her bladder failed ? ! I call BS
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  48. Why is this under experiences? Shouldn't it be under fiction? No way in hell is this true, if it is, what college do you go to?!
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  49. Hee hee, currently slowly making our way towards the motorway through all the traffic lights, squirming a little as the pressure on my pee hole increases.
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