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  1. This weekend I decided to head to the mall. Rain was in the forecast, but I paid it no mind because I didn't think it would be bad. Little did I know it was a downpour and when I got to the mall, I had to sprint under my umbrella from my car to the entrance. Needless to say, I got soaked. Checking myself out in a bathroom mirror, the legs of my jeans were visibly wet though it got drier the further up my body you went. It look liked I had wet myself and then the idea came; if I did wet myself no one would know. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the people walking in and they looked equally soaked. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I realized this could really work, but I barely had to go; if I was gonna wet myself in public, I wanted a full on accident, so I rushed over to the food court and got some lunch with a very large soda and an equally large water bottle. I chugged about half my soda, then took my time sipping on it while I ate while I planned what I would do for the day: walk both floors of the mall from one end to the other and stop by a few stores on the way. When I finished my water bottle, I would have to get a new one and keep sipping on it. Was I really going to do this? I was at about a 4/10 on desperation, but I was so nervous. My legs were shaking and I had unconsciously was holding myself. I saw another person who looked like they wet themselves and that really sold it. I finished my soda, tossed out my garbage, and cracked my water bottle as I head for one end of the mall. I spent my time in the first store just looking at some clothes and sipping some water. I was still super nervous and my stomach felt a little uneasy, but every time I saw someone who was soaked from the rain, I breathed a sigh of relief. I spent a little more time in the second store looking at clothes and the different styles, but I could feel the soda start hitting me quick, so I rushed out and decided I'd really only look at one other place. I even stopped drinking my water bottle because I knew I wouldn't be able to make it. In the last store, I bent down to look at some shoes and it was a big mistake; a stream of pee shot into my panties and made my crotch feel beautifully warm. I straightened up quick and could feel the blood rushing to my face. I looked around and no one so much as gave me a second look. I looked at my crotch and my jeans looked no different. They were starting to dry a bit, but I knew they wouldn't be dry for very long at this rate. I scuttled out the store, trying not to show my need as I tried to get back to the entrance where I left my car. When I got back to the food court, I stopped for a bit and leaned against a wall for a bit to compose myself. I took a deep breath and inadvertently relaxed a bit, letting loose another stream. I clamped my legs together tight and looked down to see some glistening on my crotch. My face must have been beat red, but I again, I saw a group of people, all terribly soaked, and the butterflies subsided and I struggled on to the store I first walked into. Another stream shot into my jeans as I sped walked into the bathroom I started in and locked it behind me. Then I spread my legs, signed in relief, and let the floodgates open. I watched in the mirror as the denim rewet, streams bursting from my crotch and down my legs. I could feel the warmth spreading around my crotch, some if it sliding back to my ass and pooling a bit before flowing down my legs. I was in heaven for minutes until a knock from the door jolted me from my trance. I surveyed myself in the mirror, and again, it only looked like I just came from outside. I put a smile on and walked out to see another young woman, also soaked from head to toe. "Horrible weather today." She said. "Absolutely," I nodded and walked past her and she closed the door. I dawned on me that I must have left a puddle in the middle of the floor. Would she put it together? The heat rose in my face again and I bolted out, through the rain and into my car. I sat on my jacket to keep from wetting my car seat and drove all the way home with the biggest grin on my face. By the time I got home, I needed to pee again, so I just stepped into my bathroom, and let it flow, enjoying the warmth again before taking a shower.
    6 points
  2. Since drawing omo is the only thing I feel inspired to draw recently, I'll be posting my artwork here. Feel free to share your thoughts.
    5 points
  3. So, a few months ago I moved to a new city. During my first full weekend being here, I had decided to go exploring. I walked down to a cafe, and I sat there for a while and drank a couple glasses of green tea. While I sat there, I saw a really pretty park down the block. I finished the second cup of tea, and I headed towards the park. I swear I had only been walking for about 20 minutes when I felt the tea going straight to my bladder. I was somewhat irritated, because I was enjoying the park and wasn't ready to leave yet. So, I kept walking and trying to find some kind of bathroom. About 20 minutes later, I'm near desperate and I can't find a bathroom anywhere. To make matters worse, I wasn't even sure where I was at. I was lost in a park, and dying to pee. I looked on Google maps to figure out how to get home. It was a 10 minute walk from where I was at. I started walking as fast as i could, but a huge wave of desperation came over me, and stopped me dead in my tracks. I crossed my legs trying to fight the desperation. I knew at that point I wasn't going to last long. I started walking again, and almost immediately I felt a huge leak escape. I stopped and put my hand between my legs to get myself under control. I somehow managed to suppress my desperate bladder enough to start walking again. People were probably staring, but I wasn't paying attention to them. I was about 5 minutes from home, and I could see the building. Just the sight of it was almost too much excitement for me to handle, because another huge leak escaped me. At this point there was a decent sized wet spot between my legs. I made it to the building. I ran to the elevator, and pushed the button. Waiting for the elevator was agonizing. I was so close to relief. Thinking about my relief, I lost focus on holding my bladder and peed for a good 2 seconds before I could get it under control again. Dark lines started running down my legs. The elevator doors finally open, and I pushed the number 12. The gravity pull of the elevator took my still full bladder by surprise. I started dribbling right there. I threw my hands between my legs in a desperate attempt to stop it, but it just kept coming. Luckily there wasn't anyone else in the elevator. The elevator doors opened again on floor 12, and I ran to my door. Pee still flowing. I'm trying to get my door unlocked to at least get inside, so my neighbors didn't have to see my totally piss myself. The end was near for me. I finally made it inside my apartment, and my tired stomach muscles gave out. My dribbling turned into full on peeing. It felt so good to let go. It was so hot watching my jeans turn to a dark blue. About a minute later, I was finally finished peeing. There's wasn't my dry places left on my jeans.
    5 points
  4. Girl pees in car

    I just found this video of this desperate girl who ends up peeing in a cup in her car. She fills it up twice. Check out the sounds of her pee as she empties the last of her bladder
    5 points
  5. I recently moved across the country from Iowa to the state of Washington. I've driven across the country twice now. I like road trips anyway, so the drive honestly didn't bother me. Both times driving, it took three days. The first trip, it was my mother and I, and during the second trip it was just me. The first day of driving was about 12 hours. At this particular time I was about half way through South Dakota. Apparently I had too much coffee to drink, trying to keep myself awake. I had already stopped a few times to go pee, but when I started to feel like I needed to pee again, I just ignored it. I wanted to keep driving, and get to where I was going for the night. I skipped the next few gas stations. About an hour or so later, my need to pee was growing. I had my cruise control on, so I could squeeze my legs together, which did help. It wasn't long however until that wasn't enough. I had my hand between my legs, and that is the point when I decided to look for a restroom again. To my dismay, when I passed the road sign it said I had about 80 miles until the next town. I panicked a little. I had gotten close to desperate in about an hour, and I had 80 miles before I could relieve myself. I did everything I could to distract myself. Turned the radio up, count the amount of Fords I saw on the road, because that's what I drive...South Dakota is a very boring state. I had made it about 50 miles before the first time I leaked into my pants. Even with my hand between my legs, I couldn't hold it back. I had to go sooo bad. I was bouncing in my seat. I had made it about another 15 miles before I leaked again, and this time it was bigger than the first one. My stomach hurt so bad. I tried loosening the seatbelt, which at that point didn't help at all. I leaked again, and again. I was so close to losing it. I finally made it to the little town, and then to the gas station. I parked at one of the pumps to eventually put my gas in my car after I relinquished my desperation. I couldn't get out though. There was no way I could make it inside without peeing myself, but I couldn't sit in the car any longer either. Finally I built up enough courage to try and make the mad dash to the bathroom. As soon as I stood up, it all came out. As soon as I started, I couldn't stop it. I was pissing myself. It immediately started running down my legs, and making a huge puddle under me. It felt so good to relieve myself, and I was happy that I at least didn't make a mess in my car.
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  6. Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!” “Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat. “You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size. “I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!” The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind. “Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.” “And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.” “You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat. “Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.” “It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state. Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties. Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along. The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment. In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar. It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit. Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls. The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table. He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically. “You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.” She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.” Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support. He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday. “Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.” Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.” He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point. “People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous. “A few,” the worker answered, face neutral. Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.” They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan. “No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled. Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure. The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound. Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from. As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them. Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him. They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor. “Go back!” Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor. “Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!” A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room. Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency. The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out. Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched. The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally. Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer. The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN! They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over. He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all. Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly. Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out. In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans. He was wetting his pants. Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs. It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now. Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience. The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends. Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared. Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long. His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done. He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity. “There you are!” Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house. “What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!” Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet. Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?” Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth. “I can’t.” Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“ She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame. “Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound. “What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!” Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching. “Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up. There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact. “Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly. Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?” Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.” Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.” Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent. “That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.” Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less. The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla. Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer. “White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.” Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.” Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night. Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.” Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument. She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.” Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party. He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling. “Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.” Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz. “Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile. Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all.
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  7. I’d happily sit on someone’s knee to release but only if he wanted and enjoyed it. It’s about respect and consent for me always so if he suggested it I’d jump at the chance!
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  8. We'd go for a meal with plenty of drinks, followed by a film with both of us bringing in an extra large drink. By the time the film is over we'd both be bursting to go but we'd walk right past the toilets and drive straight home. We'd then sit and watch Netflix, both of us squirming and fidgeting but neither of us wanting to be first to admit to needing to go. We'd then go to bed with our bladders full and aching after holding on for hours, until one of us finally gives in and begs for permission to pee, and of course the answer is no! One of the first dates I went on with my girlfriend was exactly like this, and it's how I found out that she's into desperation too.
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  9. The hot spray of water droplets rained down on Kagamine Rin's slender, nude body as she lathered her skin down with soap, the sudsy runoff collecting around the drain as steam rose up and condensed on the ceiling tiles. After all, as one of Japan's top idol performers, Rin had to always look her best, and keeping clean was the bare minimum of that. She and her friends had a show today, one she needed to leave for soon, so she had to get ready. However, as she squirted a glob of shampoo into her palms, a quick little nag from a bit below her stomach reminded Rin that she still had a few more tasks to attend to before she could truly say she was prepared to leave. "Mmph, ooh, I gotta go," she whined, gently rubbing her thighs together, shifting her weight between her feet, at least until she almost slipped. The life of a pop idol started early in the morning, with proper eating and exercise, last minute practicing, wardrobe decisions, showering, Rin hadn't had the time to use the toilet yet today. Not helping was the warm water already streaking down her thighs, and the slight part between the shower curtains that allowed her to see the porcelain throne. "Maybe I should jump out of the shower for a minute..." It certainly wasn't a solution she liked to consider, no one wanted to expose themselves to the open air while wet from a shower, to say nothing about tracking water all across the floor. But she had to go, so what other options were there? I know Len pees in the shower, but that's really gross! She was left with little recourse beyond simply...holding it. "If I finish the shower quickly, I should have enough time to dry off and still go to the bathroom," she rationalized, vigorously rubbing the shampoo through her short, blond hair. That's when the knob to the bathroom door turned and pushed inwards, and in strolled Rin's twin brother, Len. "Rin, you gotta hurry-" "Aaahhh!" Rin hastily grabbed the opaque shower curtains, bunching them up around her sensitives and turning away from the door. "Knock first, Len!" In truth, as close twins, this would be far from the first time the two occupied the same bathroom simultaneously. As such, Len wasn't fazed at all by the sight of his sister in the shower, though he still looked the other way. "You're still showering? The ride's waiting, we need to leave right now! We're already cutting it really close with setup time!" With that warning, Len ran back out, slamming the door in the hurry. Most performances, Rin was the one holding everyone up, so she had gotten used to the art of rushing the final steps of preparation. Before even thinking, she shoved her head beneath the shower head and let the bubbles covering approximately half her scalp wash off. Only once she had turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack, did she look at the toilet once more and whimper. "I guess...I'll just have to make time at the venue." --------------- "Come on, we gotta run," Hatsune Miku, lead idol of their group, called back to everyone as they bolted through the backstage halls of Tokyo's Makuhari Messe Exhibition Hall, backed by the distant roar of an impatient crowd. "You said the stage was the other way," Meiko reprimanded. "It's not my fault the stagehands were so vague with directions," Kaito defended, "we'll still make it in time!" "Yeah, but we'll be too exhausted from the run to perform properly," Megurine Luka panted from the back of the pack. Somewhere in the middle of the group was Rin, starting to feel a little winded, for reasons beyond simple physical exertion. Because of their tardiness, they were hurried backstage for props and makeup as soon as they arrived, and once those were finished, here they were rushing to the stage. These were the obstacles at every new venue. And I still haven't visited the little idol's room. Rin had very good reason to be worried about this. The performers had a tendency to put on long shows, hours long, and the night's setlist spread Rin's songs apart pretty evenly, meaning no chance to go running off for a potty break. What a great time to be the second-most popular act after Miku. Plenty of songs, each with their own complicated dance routine, necessitating plenty of water so as not to pass out, thousands of audience members that would witness should those factors lead to their inevitable conclusion... "Why me?" "I'm running out of time, I gotta do something." Already, schemes began swirling in her little head, ways to inconspicuously ask her friends if they could rearrange the songs last-minute to keep her out of the beginning, to make time for her to find a toilet. Nothing serious, of course, she didn't need to go that badly, just a casual precaution. "Oh, they'd never believe that," she lamented, lazily moving a hand above the zipper of her shorts. Over the distant ruckus and much louder shoes clacking against the floor, Len still picked up some noise coming from his sister. "What are you mumbling about?" "Eep!" Rin locked up, though still kept running, sending both hands flying to her sides. So much voice training, I can't even whisper quietly enough anymore! "N-nothing! Just...talking to myself." Len cocked an eyebrow. "You sure? You look a little off." Great, now he's worrying about me. Now I feel guilty! "Now's a bit late to get pre-show jitters," Miku reprimanded, as she was the first to pass through the light at the end of the tunnel, becoming illuminated by the many spotlights pointed at the stage. Immediately, the cheers of the crowd increased tenfold as Miku, with a big smile, waved to the people and began talking into her headworn microphone. "Wow, what an amazing turnout we have tonight!" The Kagamine twins were the next to arrive on stage, and Rin quickly discovered that Miku was correct. Makuhari Messe Exhibition Hall could house nearly a thousand attendees, and by her count, every one of those seats was filled with eager fans, waving glow sticks and signs. Hardcore fans like these would never take their eyes off the show, and Rin's pessimistic side began picturing herself having an accident in front of that kind of crowd. And that was far from counting the livestream viewers that would get an up-close view only rivaled by those in the front row. To say Rin was scared would be putting it lightly. She was still comparatively young, her and Len being the youngest of this group, but she was still far too old to be wetting herself. She'd be mortified if this happened while she was completely alone, but if she peed herself here, she'd never live it down and images would forever circulate the internet. She could practically run away now, covering her face, preempting the embarrassment before anyone could know why she'd be embarrassed. Yet, despite her fears, Rin still walked out and smiled to the crowd. She was a performer, the show must go on, and she wouldn't abandon her calling and talent over a little bladder discomfort. She'd just have to wait it out for, how long was this show scheduled to last? Two hours? "Ooh, I'm not sure I can," she muttered. In a show of good faith, Kaito got close to Rin and whispered into her ear. "Microphone's on." As if to prove a point, he tapped a button on the headset by his ear, turning his own microphone on. Rin's face blushed hot pink as she realized that, yes, she would habitually flip her headset active whenever she entered the stage. If she said anything more specific, she'd be doomed, to put it lighter than air. Yes, air! Air! Opposite of water! Don't think about water! Maybe time would pass faster for Rin after all, because in the blink of an eye, introductions were out of the way and the setup was beginning for their first number. Meiko, Kaito, and Luka had left the set, and Len was grabbing three plastic katanas from a barrel just off-stage. He tossed one to Miku, who grabbed it gracefully and perfectly as she did everything, and a second came flying through the air at Rin. She tried, she really did, to catch it, but she closed her fingers too soon, and the prop bounced off her knuckles quite painfully. "Ow!" A few attempts to pick it out of the air as it descended led to similar failure, and she could only watch as it came to a halt on the floor, backed by the chuckles of the crowd. "Heh...heh..." I'm gonna pee myself, and I can't even do something this simple! Just as she began to reconsider singing tonight, the music began blaring over the many speakers, "Knife", slowly bringing the audience to a hush. The spotlights dimmed until only one shone down, emulating moonlight, as the melody kicked in and the song truly began. And, like a switch being flipped, Rin was dancing. She didn't even have to think about it, she had rehearsed this dance so many times, it was automatic and flawless. It was a blessing and a curse, a blessing because it meant she could hide her desperate need by simply acting as she usually would, a curse because a lack of need to think meant no way to distract herself from that need. And boy, was it a real dire need. While her moves were fluid like a flowing stream, the easiest task in the world for a trained dancer, that didn't make it not testing for a completely different reason. Every time she separated her legs, her bladder yearned to shoot its contents out straight between them. Every time she hopped and landed, the vibrations agitated her bladder and made its walls weaker. I can't believe this, I can't remember the last time I had to go this bad, I'm not sure I've ever needed it! I feel like I could wet myself at any minute! This was a fight to the death, much like the one fueling Miku and Len to swing their swords in choreographed combat. Only, it wasn't Rin's body in peril, but her image. She'd never be able to recover from a public accident here, and all the work that she'd put into becoming the Japanese superstar she was would be utterly wasted. All because she had an admittedly small bladder. From a vantage point behind the action, Rin watched as Len struck down Miku, prompting the blue-haired idol to fall into her friend's arms and go limp in death. Rin picked up her fallen friend's sword and brought forth her own, swinging them at her brother with the fire of determination. I can't! No matter what happens, I can't wet myself here! I'll figure something out, but I'll last until I do! I swear it! --------------- The crowd was enraptured as Kaito and Miku were paired in a ballroom dance, set to "Cantarella", while the unused singers watched from the sidelines, out of sight from the greater public. Unfortunately, this level of privacy was not enough for Rin to finally dance the way she wanted to, needed to, not with two other girls to see, and her own brother to top off the terror. No doubt if she was alone, she'd be hopping around with her hands buried down the front of her shorts, doing anything she could to ease the pain in her body, just shy of yanking her pants down and just going. Two hours had passed, the concert was reaching its end, and Rin felt like she could cry. Doubleganger, Roshin Yukai, Colorful x Melody, Kokoro, Rin had been doing her part to perform to the best of her ability, straining her poor constitution to its breaking point to keep up with the activity and stay hydrated throughout, all without completely soaking herself. She was pushed to the very edge of her resolve, her bladder, and her stamina to even last this long. And her panties were more than a little soaked from two hours of leaks. I can't believe it...this is even worse than the backseat of that van... I'm not gonna make it...I'm gonna burst...I shouldn't be able to hold this much... Rin was a small girl, one who was already plenty desperate when the show started, she really thought she was near her limit back then. Clearly, she knew nothing, as the devastating urge had grown tenfold, to heights she never dreamed she'd have to endure. She'd never imagined it was even possible to have to pee this badly, let alone be subject to it herself. It was getting so bad, in fact, that Rin was really starting to consider just wetting herself, anything to end this suffering. Yes, the result would be mortifying, she'd be the butt of jokes for years to come, but this was a medical emergency! If she didn't, her bladder would explode! It might even be better to pull her shorts down and pee on the floor, so long as the audience couldn't see her shame. Trembling, she began reaching for her belt, ready to undo its clasps and find the relief she'd been dying for. "Thank you all for your enthusiasm," Miku announced to ecstatic applause, "but we're fast approaching the end of our show." Oh, thank you, time's running really short for me right now. "So we've got one more song to send you off!" Oh no...that's right, the finisher...please leave me out of it! "Decorator!" The music started rolling, prompting Meiko, Luka, and Len to run back out, waving to the crowd, but Rin hesitated. I'm not feeling well...I'll say I'm not feeling well and can't perform the last song! She might even get away with that, the sweat pouring down her face being more than enough to fool someone into thinking she was coming down with a fever. Yeah, I'm getting sick and I need to go rest. That's all I have to say, just tell someone...why am I walking out? Like a true trooper, regardless of any agony, Rin began walking into the spotlight. She didn't even want to do it! As the multicolored lasers from behind began waving and the crowd began jumping in their own rhythms, as if puppeted by strings, Rin began the choreographed dance. She only had to worry about dancing, she had no vocals in this song, and thank heavens for that, because she was piloted purely by muscle memory. Muscles that were pushed as far as they could go already, making absolutely sure that the Kagamine girl felt their wrath. Just a tiny bit longer...I'm begging you, body, just hold out until the song's over...it's not that long a song, I can do it. I have to do it! No doubt that Rin was doing her best, but the cracks were beginning to show. Decorator's dance required all six of its performers to act in perfect unison, and Rin could keep up, but the precision was just asking a smidge too much. It started as simple missteps, almost invisible to the untrained eye, but they soon began accumulating. Before long, she was just narrowly avoiding bumping into her friends, tripping over her heels, missing/skipping a beat or an entire measure. And that was to say nothing about the current situation inside her shorts. When she got dressed today, her underwear was fresh out of the dryer, and now they were as dirty as they'd ever been. The crotch of her panties were not only wet, but warm and sticking to her sensitives, and it reached far up her butt, just to make it so much worse. As much urine was soaked in as could feasibly be, and it would only take one strong spurt now for it to show on her pants. Yet, despite the hair's breadth between wet and dry she stood on, she did not retreat. Naturally, she couldn't see if her facial expression was still maintaining the facade of the happy-go-lucky girl, but her friends were certainly doing a bit of acting. They had to have noticed how many mistakes Rin was making, but every time she got a flash of their faces, they were as chipper as ever. They know. They have to know. They probably know I'm about to pee myself too. Oh, I could die if they knew this whole time! With every ounce of her concentration allocated to her bladder, Rin very nearly missed the music coming to a halt. If that cue had slipped her by, there was little doubt she would have kept dancing while all others were still, though it may have devolved into an obvious potty dance. But no, she did stop moving, quickly jumping to the opposite extreme and metaphorically turning to stone, unwilling to expend even a sliver of energy. She felt her grip slipping as she could only watch Miku strut downstage with all her usual pep. "Thank you so much for coming, everyone! It means so much to all of us that you wanted to watch us sing, and we really hope you'll support us again!" Miku gave a bow, followed by the rest of the singers. Excluding Rin, of course, who was still frozen solid, and only broke free when it was time to walk off stage. Somehow, she found the drive to do that. Once they were all out of sight, a certain tension seemed to lift. Everyone could stop to take a breath, assured by the knowledge that this was another successful show. But Rin couldn't breathe that same sigh of relief, not when her own needed brand of relief was still out of sight. And she needed to close that gap now. "Outta my way!" With a burst of power, far more power than would be expected from a girl her size, Rin bolted away into the relative quiet of the back hallways. Gotta find a toilet gotta find a toilet gotta pee "gotta pee gottapeepeepeepee!" Her time in Makuhari Messe not on stage was limited to a few minutes, so she had no clue where to find the bathroom. All she could rely upon was expectation and common sense, where she'd find a restroom in previous venues. Thankfully, she always needed a tinkle at some point during previous shows, so she had a starting point for her search. "Dressing room!" She had a basic memory of where the dressing room was, even after being rushed through the first time, and she was running for it. Now that no one was looking, she was rushing as fast as her little legs and exhausted lower muscles could manage, both hands squeezing her shorts between the legs, applying as much force to the girlhood beneath as was necessary to keep her peehole closed tight. Practically sliding on the well-waxed floor, Rin came to a sudden halt as she only just noticed the "Dressing Room: Authorized Personnel Only" plaque on a door. "Finally! I'm gonna burst!" Thankfully, the door was left unlocked immediately following a show, allowing Rin to bust straight through and straight away begin scanning the room, with the ferocity of a rabid animal. Yet, no matter how much she looked, taking in the mirrors, counters, stools, cabinets, makeup kits, clothing racks, so many objects, yet no door leading to another room, no little toilet stall. "No...no, that can't be right! There has to be a bathroom in here!" In deep denial, she ran into the dressing room, darting between every corner, looking for something she missed. She must have missed something, what other venue would deny its performers a toilet? But, her initial assessment was correct. No bathroom to be found here. However, that didn't mean the dressing room had no place to pee, not exactly. One member of the cleaning staff had left a mop and bucket, and there were a few scattered, empty water bottles. "...maybe...?" It wasn't her proudest moment, but Rin really began considering those as options as her hips started to swing and knees started to buckle. She was only in this predicament because she refused to pee in the shower, could she escape by going somewhere else weird? She'd never tried it before, would it even work? Unfortunately, now was not the time for experimentation, nor careful weighing of her options. "No, I need a real toilet!" Her intuition led her to believe trying to do her business in a bottle would end extremely messily, to say nothing of the possibility of being walked in on in the midst of using either option, equally awful no matter who the person in question would be. In the same frenzy she entered with, Rin ran from the dressing room, holding herself something bad as tears streamed down her cheeks. And her eyes weren't the only wet part of her body as she bolted through the halls. The spurts of urine had been releasing with every pulse of her bladder, on a regular schedule, and the quantity had finally reached the spilling point. Even though her bladder felt no emptier, enough had escaped that her panties could no longer contain the soaking, and the newest, warmest pee had to go somewhere. Certainly, a little bit, the strongest part of the flow, shot through the soaked undergarments and found a new home in her pants, but the majority instead took the path of least resistance and slipped through the microscopic gap between her smooth thighs and the leg holes of her underwear, snaking down her legs, unimpeded by her loose shorts. "Uguh...AAAAAHHHHHH!" With vision so muddy she was almost running blind, Rin could only just make out a small sign jutting from the wall, close to the ceiling. Truthfully, she couldn't read the one word posted, but the accompanying image was more than enough of a clue: two stick figures, one blue, one pink, the latter with a flared-out waist barely resembling a dress, both paired with a right-facing arrow. That could only mean one possible thing, heaven on Earth to Rin. "BATHROOM," she screamed as she raced and slid through the first door on the right, bowling past a patiently waiting line. A row of sinks, dirty mirrors behind them, the grid of small tile flooring, and the sterile smell of old urine; this was the bathroom, all right. She was already pretty misty-eyed, but the sheer joy of the sight sent enough emotion to overcome poor Rin. She'd never had this close a call, having half-wet herself by this point, but they were right in front of her now. Toilet stalls. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in her short life, and their presence was almost enough to spring a premature leak. That is, until one other fixture of the public restroom became evident to Rin, adorning the wall on her half of the room: a row of urinals, with no dividers between them. Those aren't supposed to be there...oh no! At her starting position, the men's room was closer and, paying no attention, Rin ran into the wrong one. At the very least, it was an easy mistake to fix; just mutter an apology, walk back out and go to the neighboring girl's room instead. That is, until her bladder throbbed once more, ballooned as far out as it could manage. Pain like Rin had never felt before, coupled with another surge of warmth on her palms. The singer had spent the night unwillingly learning just how far she could push her holding limits, and now she had reached that ceiling. Now, she needed to pee. There was no time to make it to another bathroom. There was no time to even run to the stalls on the opposite end of this tiny room. Kagamine Rin needed the single nearest toilet. "Aaaahhhhhh!" Since holding was no longer doing her any good, she instead devoted her hands to undoing the fasteners on her belt as she ran to the urinal closest to the entrance, one of the shorter ones. By the time she reached the porcelain fixture, the buckle was undone and its two metal clasps fell against her groin, and she was quick to unbutton and unzip, yet all she could do was stand and look once it was all done. I've never used a urinal before! I mean, yeah, I've thought about how to do it before, when I was little! I don't know how girls do it! I don't even know if they can! Too bad now wasn't the time to carefully consider posture, angles, physical barriers, anything that could lead to a successful standing female pee. As far as she could think, there was only one way to go about this, and she wasn't waiting on it. Lifting one foot, and using that leverage to wiggle the raised leg against her crotch, Rin pivoted on her heel and faced away from the urinal, allowing her shorts to fall and show her yellow-white striped panties to whoever wanted to see. Or, rather, mostly yellow now. Even those weren't allowed to be a focus for long, as she grabbed the waistband in both palms and shoved them down with her pants, instead exposing her dripping privates. They weren't in plain view much, though. Rin squatted at the knees and stuck her rear out behind, just enough that her crotch hung just above the outward-jutting bowl of the urinal, keeping her hands on her legs for stability. By this point, she could already hear the short bursts of gentle splashing of her final defenses breaking, and the river rushing past the cracked dam. But she wasn't finished yet. Now, she needed to back up slightly, for the best chance of her coming release to make its mark. It was this blind reverse that lead to the horrific sensation of her butt against the cold, wet back of the urinal. "Eep!" That was quickly corrected with a millimeter of separation, enough to avoid the worst feeling of her life, but still able to make out the emanating chill. It wouldn't stay cool for long. This poor little idol just couldn't hold out any longer, and with that, the men's room was soon filled with the pounding roar of Kagamine Rin pee jetting into the empty urinal bowl, which certainly didn't stay empty for long. The hard slamming of urine against porcelain was quickly replaced with water hitting water, the sound more akin to a filling bath than a peeing girl, as a thin haze of heat rose from the golden pool. Rin tried to stay modest, already a challenging task given everything about these circumstances, by staying quiet in this moment. That soon turned out to be impossible, because she had gone as far as a girl could go when it came to holding urine, felt pain worse than any in her life, and the act of letting loose with full freedom was just too much to handle. What felt like a gallon of pee was just erupting out of Rin, the torture ballooned up inside her was quickly deflating, anguish being replaced with pure, tingly pleasure. She couldn't even keep her tone straight as she moaned in ecstasy. "HaaaAAH aAaHhhAaa aAAhhHhh..." "Rin?!" And her heart dropped while simultaneously skipping several beats. While it wouldn't be unusual to hear someone who recognized her, being a star of the show and all, the fact that she recognized the voice was all it took to destroy her good mood. How could it not, when it was a voice she knew better than her own, a voice that sounded almost exactly like her own? Afraid to confirm as she was, Rin still turned to look at the speaker, trembling, causing a waviness in the sound of her tinkling. Her breathing was just as inconsistent as fear overtook her, only exacerbated when she looked all the way to her left. Not far away, one urinal's width separating them, was Kagamine Len, his wide eyes staring deep into her soul as his mouth hung wide open. And, of course, he wasn't just in the bathroom doing nothing. From a perfect sideways angle, Rin had a clear view of her brother's not-so-clear stream splashing into his toilet, and the body part serving as the conduit for his pee to enter the world. "Eep, I-I'm sorry," Rin squeaked as she turned her head as far in the other direction as possible, nearly fast enough to give her whiplash. Of course, being close twins, this was far from the first time Rin had seen Len's "boy differences", but the sight was never one she wanted. He's always been less concerned with shame in the house. Likewise, she'd seen her brother pee a few times in the past, though to Len's credit, it was always just because she was doing something in the bathroom and he busted in because he couldn't hold it any longer. The problem was, the opposite was not true. No matter how close of siblings the Kagamines were, no matter how desperate she was, Rin would never do her business in front of her brother, not since they were toddlers! And now? Now she was peeing more than she'd ever peed in her life, in a men's public restroom, in a urinal, where Len could perfectly see. No, not even just Len. She wouldn't dare look now, but she had caught brief glimpses of other boys in the room, and they had to be looking at the weird girl that just rushed in and started spraying down a urinal. Rin's face turned beet-red in horror; if her hands weren't busy acting as supports to keep her upright, she'd surely be burying her face in them. I'll never be able to sing again. I'll never be able to go out in public. I'll never be able to get married. My life is over here. Yet, still she peed. She physically couldn't stop; her bladder muscles were fatigued, they couldn't hold a single drop no matter how hard she tried. Logically, the next best choice would be to force the rest of her fluids out, reduce the time she had to spend where she didn't belong, but that eluded her as well. It wasn't very possible for her to speed up, not when the entire width of her peehole was already being used in the gushing torrent. And, with tiny droplets already splashing back onto her unmentionables, she was hesitant to add power to the mix. Realizing there was no escape, she sighed in exasperation, choking back tears. I deserve this for not being able to hold it. That's when the light shining from the lamps above the mirrors opposite her was suddenly blocked. Did a light go out? No, the rest are still on. Someone...someone got close! Too close, too close! She couldn't ignore that, so counter to her wishes, she looked to her front, to the witnesses to her shame. But she saw no watchers, no stunned onlookers, only the back of a blond boy in a white shirt and gray shorts blocking her from the rest of the restroom, looking so close to Rin that he could be her...twin. "L-Len?" "It's alright, Rin," he comforted, never turning his head to face her. "I won't let anyone look at you now." This whole ordeal had been such a turbulent experience for Rin, her little head was filled with so many conflicting emotions, of relief and fear, that this simple act of kindness plain overwhelmed her. There were still raging waterworks down south, almost louder than the faucets of people washing their hands at the sinks, but bodily fluids began streaking down Rin's face at the same time. "L...LEEEENNNNNN," she bawled, taking her hands off her knees and instead keeping herself aloft by reaching out and hugging her brother tight around his stomach. The sight happening in this corner of the men's room had gotten even more spectacular, with a crying girl peeing into a urinal, embracing her brother standing right in front of her, but Len didn't fight. He just stood there as her shield, secretly expecting her crying to lead to her blowing her nose in the back of his shirt. And giving death glares to any spectators who watched too long or pulled their phones out for posterity, and no matter how devoted a Kagamine Rin fan any of these audience members were, none would risk the retaliation should their cameras fire off. So, with the clear sign that the show was over, the guys lost interest and began filtering out, quietly warning whoever replaced them not to make a scene. Everything preceding now had unfolded in a matter of hardly more than a dozen seconds, making the following minute feel like an eternity, filled with nothing but the sounds of flowing streams, flushing toilets, running faucets and humming hand-dryers. Though the first was astronomically overpowering the rest, at least to Rin's ears. Now she had the time for disgrace to set in, be reminded once more just how much she never wanted to let this repeat. But, even if it was the most humiliating moment of her life, there was still one very real fact that Rin couldn't forget, either: the tingly feeling this left in her private place was just a little pleasant. Even as her bladder began to show signs of slowing, and her tinkle began sputtering and spurting as its volume dropped to a fraction of its previous ferocity, Rin was still swimming in the ecstasy, and when her lower half turned quiet after all was said and done, she needed a moment to process it. "Hahh...ahhahh...pheeeeewwwwwww!" Despite everything, the smile plastered across her face was genuine. She probably would have fallen to her knees in bliss, were she not holding onto a sturdy support. One concerned about her well-being. "You're set now, Rin? Nothing else in that surprisingly big bladder of yours?" "Hah...hah...yeah," she panted, unwrapping her arms from Len and standing more upright. However, she hadn't found the strength to lift her head yet, so that downward gaze allowed her to see, for the first time, the damage her underwear had taken. If she were anywhere private enough to change, she'd almost certainly rather strip them off than suffer with them back on. "Oh, I really wet myself this time." "I'll go grab some toilet paper, then," Len offered, taking a small step away towards a stall. He only made it one step before Rin restrained him again with arms around his stomach. "No! I...need you to cover me until I can get dressed again," Rin sheepishly confessed. "Besides, it wouldn't do me much good to dry a tiny bit of this huge mess off." "Alright then." Len took his place back as Rin's wall, where all he could hear was the shuffling of clothes, sometimes squishing as the wetness shifted across his sister's body, always coupled with some little squeal of discomfort, all punctuated with the metal clinging of a belt being re-clasped. Logically, that should have meant Rin was fully dressed and moderately decent once more, but he decided to play it safe and wait another second, until he heard the urinal flush, before rotating to look at his sister. "Hey..." He couldn't even get a real word out before he was silenced by a tight hug, Rin burying her face in his chest. "Thank you, Len. Thank you so much." "What? Oh, of course." A little more hesitantly, but no less warm, Len returned the embrace. "You think I'd just leave you when you needed help as badly as that? I mean, you needed a few things pretty badly there." "I know, it's just...why should I need help? I'm old enough that nothing like this should ever happen to me, but I almost wet my pants, and all because I couldn't say I needed to go before the show." A lump began growing in her throat, and it was all but assured she'd begin crying once more. Yet, something else about the confession stuck out to Len. "Wait, that's what was bothering you before we went on stage? You were holding it the whole time?" "Y-yeah...?" "Wow. I don't think I could have waited that long, I'm sure I would have broken somewhere along the way." "Well, I thought about what to do so much, but I just couldn't build up the courage to do anything about it-" "Rin, you're missing the point," Len admonished, pushing some distance between them to look his sister in the eye. "You held it through an entire performance, and you still gave it your all. You looked just fine on stage, and that's really impressive! I'm not all that good at hiding when I need to pee. Remember that time in the backseat of the van?" A light pink blush warmed Rin's cheeks, remembering one of her more dire moments. "How could I forget? I was squirming and suffering right there with you." "So I know just as much as you how much it sucks to have to pee that bad. It's pretty normal to want to save my sister from ruining her image because of that." "Well, thanks. I guess twins are naturally more sympathetic. But, you know, it feels really weird to hear this kind of encouragement from my little brother." "Hey, come on, I'm like five minutes younger than you," he complained, gently pushing a giggling Rin away. "Come on. With the way you ran off, everyone else is probably wondering if you fell in or something." "Yeah, okay." Between her and the exit, Len took the lead, finding a sink to quickly splash his hands under, shaking them dry. Right behind him was Rin, slowed down considerably by her panties sticking to her secret bits, forcing the girl to a halt with every step to wince. Because of this, she reached the sink after Len had finished, and took longer there too, being a lot more thorough with washing. Careful rinsing, plenty of soap, whatever would make her feel less unclean. Of course, with a noticeable dark patch between the legs of her shorts, there was only so much she could do on the cleanup part. At some point, she just had to sigh and accept that the evidence of what she'd done would be seen by everyone on the way out. Shivering at the thought, she reached out to tug on Len's sleeve and held an open hand out. He, thankfully, got the message and took her hand for comfort, and the two left the men's room behind them. Rin wanted to meet up with their friends and leave as soon as possible, but she wasn't expecting to see all four of them waiting together when they reemerged from the restroom. And as soon as they saw the Kagamines, the meeting got a lot more awkward. "Hey guys, what are you doing here," Len asked. No one wanted to answer. Miku suddenly looked away and whistled, Luka started to scratch the back of her neck while staring at the floor, and Meiko tapped her foot while counting the ceiling tiles. Eventually, Kaito stepped forward, rubbing his upper arm with a grimace. "Hey, Rin..." Even while addressing her, he couldn't look at her, but he did tap the device circling his ear. "Microphone's on." As the one who broke the news, everyone elected the unwilling Kaito be the one to carry the fainted Rin out of the stadium.
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  11. I was absolutely terrified when I started leaking because it was the first time I did any wetting in public at all! I think I really could have gone longer, but the nervousness really got to me! I definitely could have gone out and wet myself in the storm, but I really wanted to feel myself wet again and I figured I'd lose that feeling in the storm.
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  12. I loved this story and I really want to do this too! I'd love this experience. It must have been really terrifying though- I'm glad you had reassurance with all of the soaked people walking in. Would it have been easier or harder to wet yourself outside in the midst of the storm or was the bathroom your best bet? I'd like to see if I could do it while standing in the storm.
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    2 points
  14. My D&D Character, Vyola Here's hoping she doesn't get herself killed any time soon.
    2 points
  15. Traffic jams were one of my worst nightmares. I would be cursing my bladder as a slight need to pee became very urgent in a short amount of time. Sometimes my pad was enough to contain the leakage and other times it was no match for my full bladder. When I was pregnant I would often have Braxton Hicks contractions that would make me pee which often happend while stuck in traffic.
    2 points
  16. Hey. Listen. Everyone has been there. Even people without this fetish have felt shameful or shy when they first started developing sexually. It's natural. Something happened to you a long time ago that linked pee holding with your sexuality. It's not a bad thing, it doesn't make you some sort of deviant, it isn't your fault. Sexuality or the lack thereof is an absolutely MASSIVE part of any person's identity. Everybody is unique. Just like people need to accept the fact that they're gay, or transgender, or bisexual, ect before they can live a healthy life, you need to accept that you have a desperation fetish and that it will always be a part of you. You can't hide from it, you can't override it, you can't block it out. You need to embrace it for your own wellbeing or you will never feel fulfilled. The main thing here is that it isn't a big deal. A lot of guys are into it, and any decent person will respect you with or without the fetish. Anyone who doesn't is not worth your attention. To summarize: You are who you are. Love yourself and all your quirks. There is nothing wrong with this, there is nothing wrong with you.
    2 points
  17. It was a decline in bladder control over a few years. I have had six back surgeries and two pregnancies which have taken their toll on my bladder.
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  19. Riding in the car to my parent’s house my bladder was bulging from all the water I had drank that day. It hit me all of a sudden that I had to pee really bad. With each bump in the road my pee was putting so much pressure on my bladder that I had to cross my legs. I started pleading to my boyfriend to just pull over so I could release but it seemed he was taking his time. I think he had it planned all along after all he was the one who bought those waters for me for our 2hr long drive. He looked like he was hiding his anticipation of my loss of control as I pleaded for him to pullover. Finally he obliged to my request so I flung open the door and tried making my way up the hill in my sexy heeled sandals. Trying so hard to hold my bladder long enough to be able to per in the cornfield where no one could see me but I just couldn’t stop myself. Desperate to pee I staggered up the hill but pee just started streaming down my buttcheeks and back of my thighs. When I finished my ass, pussy, and from my thighs to my ankles were drenched in pee.
    2 points
  20. Version 1.0.0

    1,007 downloads

    Just ran across this one. Showing off her new jeans - smoe nudity as she pulls them down mid stream. Enjoy!
    Free
    2 points
  21. Request 026

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the request I did for @S19YellowPengu! I'm not taking any more requests, but it you're interested in having me draw something for you, please consider taking a look at my commission thread! ~~ Story Time!~~ A year-long membership for the rapids center does not come cheap. And with all of the new applicants to the university kayaking club, a serious infusion of cash was needed to get the team in the water. As president of the club, however, Florence defaulted to the position of cashier when no one else volunteered to help. Seriously, guys? Well, at least it would mean an entire day without classes. Fresh-squeezed lemonade was the product of choice for the fund raiser. The other club members did chip in to buy a plastic hand-juicer, an entire crate of lemons, a sack of sugar, and a sack of artificial sweetener. Florence would be responsible for preparing each batch of lemonade (both standard, and "sugar-free" varieties) in addition to selling it and handing out pamphlets. Needless to say, she was going to be a busy girl! -- The morning of the sale, Florence pulled herself out of bed early so she could enjoy a fresh mug of tea while finishing an assignment for her Biology class: a small portion of questions dealing with cell lysis. She'd make sure to have fun today, even if it meant juicing the entire crate of lemons. She brushed her teeth, showered, and headed out to a hot summer day wearing a breathable outfit to help her stay cool. To her surprise, a couple of her club members had already established the stand out in the campus commons. And they'd done the hardest part of hauling out the massive stack of water jugs! Only one could fit on the table at a time with the stacks of plastic cups, but at least people would see that their lemonade was indeed made from scratch. After setting up the beach umbrella and unfolding the lawn chair that would be her seat for the entire day, Florence turned to the two guys from the club who'd come to help her only to find that they'd disappeared. She couldn't blame them, though she was a little annoyed. And as she took her station, she noticed that she probably should have peed before coming to the stand. She didn't have to go bad or anything... but there was a twinge like the first cold drops of rain on pavement. Eh... she could hold it. No point in leaving now, right? Besides, she figured she'd just go in an hour or two. Easy. In fact, peeing was the furthest thing from her mind as she tendered the first sales of the day. And those "first" sales soon became an unending line of people that stretched all the way back to the dining hall. Who knew fresh-squeezed lemonade would be such a hit? Florence could hardly believe that she'd raised $100 before noon, especially considering that each cup was a paltry 50 cents! Three 5-gallon jugs sat empty beneath the table and another was well on its way. Unfortunately, the sun was making this a bit of an ordeal. The umbrella gave her some much-needed shade, but the heat drove her to keep refilling her own cup. At this point, she was drinking just to keep cool... -- Around noon, a "sponsoring" instructor arrived with a long cart of new water jugs. These were much needed as Florence had nearly depleted the others. And there were more squished lemon-halves in the provided trash bin than any reasonable person would ever expect to see. And Florence wasted no time in asking him to tend the table for just a few minutes. Her "I could pee" had become an "I am about to fucking explode!" But she didn't want to verbally explain this to the instructor in front of everyone, so he uselessly brushed her off to attend some meeting with a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. Oh well. Screw him, right? She could just leave the table for a few minutes and be right back... And as she stood to do so, and explained this to her next customer, she realized that she couldn't just leave all of the club's earnings sitting at the table in an unguarded box. That and there was a standard cash-drawer with at least $200 in assorted change... Apparently no one had even thought about the fact that she was going to need a pee break! Another hour of torture (and a herculean effort on her part) ended with Florence twisted into a urine-retaining pretzel while still managing to somehow prepare and serve the never-ending stream of students. Her mind continually returned to the uncomfortable images of cells rupturing due to excess water in her homework that morning. "Excretion is an essential, but underappreciated process in biology... The production of urine in the kidneys serves as one of the body's primary methods of preventing cell death via lysis." "Fuck it!~" florence thought after the first splash of hot piss jetted into her panties. "I-I'm sorry, can you watch the stand for me, please?! I will be right back!" she begged of the two next girls in line. She didn't wait to hear their excuse and dashed toward the nearest building. But she wasn't going to make it. And she knew it. So she ran to the corner of the building and squatted between it and the next. She'd barely managed to pull her skirt back before she was full-force gushing into her panties and moaning in relief. The feeling of emptying her over-full bladder was indescribable.
    1 point
  22. I’m a bbw with a little fetish that I’m not afraid to show. I love to piss myself; I do it all the time. ❤️ I make my own content and just thought I’d share FullSizeRender.mov
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  23. I've done semi-public wettings (and countless wettings in privacy) and i've let a couple of strangers see me in wet pants (but mostly from quite a distance and I've only talked to one stranger once after doing it.) But now, I can not stop thinking about doing the same in a very public situation. My biggest fantasy is wetting myself some place (where I don't damage anything) in the city then having to use public transport to get home. Also I would bring no change of pants or money to buy new pants (I would only bring my bus card so i can ride the bus there and back) so i won't really have a way out. I really want to act it out and I want to see what it would be like to be in a situation where there is really no way out except getting all the way back to my appartment. This week I could go to the city on my own in the evening and I could do it then. (I don't fear running into anyone i know, i think the chance is microscopic) I know I would definitely enjoy most parts of it but I think it's normal of me to fear becoming overwhelmed. Like I don't want to start crying or anything. I love getting embarrassed but not extremely embarrassed, but at the same time i really want to" ramp up my wetting". Do you guys think it will be fine and that most people won't be too disturbed if i do it in the city or do you think I should just stick to more secrete locations? I have a strong urge that makes me want to do this and I'm not sure if I will feel better after actually doing it or if i should ignore it.
    1 point
  24. As you will know from my previous writings, I’ve been coughing a bunch lately, which has been causing leaks of all sorts. While these leaks have been leading to wet panties, pads and Goodnites at work and home during the day, I’ve also been coughing at night, which at first led to a couple of wet spots on the sheets. In order to avoid this, I’ve also been wearing Pullups at night for the past few nights. I’ve still got a bunch of the older designs left, so I’ve been wearing these. It helps also that I love wearing Goodnites to bed (diaper cuddles are the best), and that the weather has taken a turn for the cold, and a diaper is a great way to stay toasty warm on a cold night. Well, this was my Goodnite this morning. As you can see, the numerous coughing fits that woke me up during the night also led to my waking up in a wet diaper. Is it bed wetting if you wake up, cough, leak, and then go back to bed? Another shot: Oh and because I think I'm super adorable in them, here's me in just such a Goodnite before bed: Anyhow, I’m feeling much better today, and think it’s time to graduate to ‘big girl panties,’ possibly with a pad, just in case. Rach
    1 point
  25. Sometimes simple is better. This no-frills video just gets down to basics- There is no convoluted scenario here, not even dialogue. Instead, this is just a simple video of Sosha wetting her diaper and masturbating in it. We find Sosha in the bathroom, only wearing a blank tank top and a thick, tabbed, adult diaper. She pees in her diaper, getting it all nice and warm and wet. Then she slides a hand inside her soaked diaper and rubs her pussy until she climaxes.
    1 point
  26. And while you're into desperation, a lot of us are into wetting, not just watching others wet themselves, but also actually doing it ourselves. And it took a while for me to admit that here even after I made clear my fetish for girls wetting themselves. And I've also even heard stories of people telling their boyfriends or girlfriends about it (again, understandable if you don't want to tell anyone no matter what else, I'm like that too), and they responded that they were expecting something a lot weirder and treated it like it wasn't a big deal. There are plenty of fetishes out there that are considered "weirder" than this, and in some cases, dangerous or physically impossible to engage in. This one's pretty harmless, unless someone IRL is humiliated by an unwanted pee accident. (but even so I've heard stories about people being able to brush it off like it was no big deal or even laugh it off, I find those fascinating cause I'm one of the people who wouldn't be like that but I guess it all depends on the person) You didn't choose it, it's part of who you are, embrace it and have harmless fun with it.
    1 point
  27. I stumbled upon this one in my searches today. She also has a bunch of videos of her wetting diapers if that’s your thing. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5db4fcbe7bb28
    1 point
  28. Great idea for a thread, here's mine: Since I'm a couch potato my ideal date would involve us sitting in front of the computer together playing video games. Of course we'd have lots of bottles of water & cans of soda nearby. We both drink a lot, which of course means we're both squirming in our seats after a while because we really need to pee. But we're both so into the game that we agree we aren't pausing it to take a pee break, even as we can't stop talking about how bad we both need to pee. With our full bladders making it hard to focus on the game, our desperation soon becomes part of the game, when I tell her I bet she can't beat the next level if she has another can of soda. She accepts my challenge, and gives me the same challenge. Eventually when our gaming marathon reaches it's 12th hour I finally can't hold on any longer, so I drop my controller and grab an empty bottle. She's desperately squirming like mad in her seat, trying to protect my AFK character in game as I loudly pee next to her. One bottle isn't enough, so I cap it and grab another, I end up filling several of them. My girlfriend proves to be a true pro gamer throughout it all, as my character hasn't died yet despite the hoards of monsters around us in game. Since I lost the holding contest I ask her if she wants to pause the game and go take a piss now, she's probably had more to drink then me by that point, and she's absolutely bursting. But she shakes her head and tells me in her competitive tone that I know the answer, she'll hold it till we're done our gaming. She insists she can keep going for another 12 hours if she has to, without pissing in the empty bottles like me. So of course I tell her we'll do just that, as I open another can of soda and hand it to her. Even though she's twisting her fidgeting legs in desperate knots she gladly accepts the drink as part of the challenge and takes a long sip. By the time we hit the 24 hour mark I'm bursting to pee again, but she's about ready to explode with the yellow river. We both hurry to the only toilet in the place, already undoing our pants along the way, but then we pause in front of the toilet, realizing one of us has to go first. We're both turned on by the thought of being the one who goes first while the other has to squirm around listening to us pee, but out of kindness we both offer to let the other use the toilet first. I tell her she's needed it twice as long as me so she should go first. She tells me I should go first because she wants to know she beat my bladder a second time. We have a standoff like this for half a minute, with both of us suffering from the fullest bladder we've both ever had in our lives. Then our arousal at the situation takes over, we both really want to pee, but we also really don't want the other one to pee. So obviously that means neither of us can pee. We end up heading to bed with our full bladders aching for relief, we even have full bladder sex. Eventually morning comes around, another 8 hours since we've both peed. It's been 20 hours since I peed, and 32 for her, and neither of us can take it anymore, we both rush to the toilet. I suggest she sit on the seat and spread her legs so I can pee between them, but she tells me she has a better idea. She lifts the toilet seat up, moves to the side of the toilet to make room for me, and uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips. We both pee standing side by side in front of the toilet, her aim turns out to be pretty good, everything lands in the bowl. After we both finish our enormous piss we agree we need to do this more often.
    1 point
  29. Fantastic videos! Good buildup and the girls were super cute.
    1 point
  30. Feeling the sudden urge to pee while driving can be fun and nerve racking. It use to be a constant source of embarrassment for me but now I it's routine and I often don't notice I have wet. This video is a good example of what happens to me several times a week, either alone or with a few coworkers in the car while we are out to lunch, https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5a29be0caed43&pkey=76883161
    1 point
  31. View File Cute Girl Wets Her Jeans In A Store Some cute girl from mygirlfund pisses her jeans in some store. The only two downsides to this video is its short and not all that much wetting. But the upsides are the following. 1: She is cute. 2: she had to really concentrate to pee. 3: she pissed herself in public. This is one great jeans wetting video. I found this on VK but I can't remember where. I downloaded this a while back. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 10/26/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans
    1 point
  32. Off topic: Rachel, Saw a newspaper article presenting Sandro Botticelli's Birth of Venus. The article discusses attractive poses. https://www.theguardian.com/science/2019/oct/25/strike-a-contrapposto-pose-to-look-more-attractive-science-says My eye rates you as easily the more attractive, even without the "attractive pose."
    1 point
  33. I love dental tools and hostage play, particularly when they can tie into my obsession with fear wetting. My fantasies always involve a handsome well-dressed man being forced into submission with the already mentioned methods, I adore horror in every form.
    1 point
  34. I’ve had probably the best weekend since before my mental health took a downturn a few weeks ago. It sounds silly, but just being able to go a whole weekend without having a panic attack, without worrying constantly, and without hating myself feels like a real achievement to me. I’m so happy, I can think about the future without panicking, and it feels like I can manage; nothing’s overwhelming anymore. I’ve been really motivated and everything, completely unlike what I was like before. Unfortunately for me, it seems my mental health is inversely proportional to my physical health, and I’ve felt my CFS grow worse as I’ve otherwise recovered, but I can manage with this much better than I could cope with my mental health issues. Oh, and as a sidenote, I’ve been upgraded to an established member on the forums! I don’t know what that means, or why I am one now, but I’m sure it’s good. I’ve noticed I can even downvote other posts, although I’m not sure why I’d ever need to do that, since this whole community has been really nice; it’s the only forum ever where I haven’t been banned within weeks by a corrupt moderator.
    1 point
  35. Request 026

    finally a wetting picture! there isnt alot of that on your page, and your artwork is great too. also i'd like to see how the off limits comic ends
    1 point
  36. I learn something every request I do, for this... I learned how the russian alphabet works. In all seriousness though, you may notice that the lines in this and the last request are different than usual, that's because I'm trying to get them done with pen pressure rather than going to vector program to do the lineart, (the divisions lines between panels are not made by pen pressure though, I'm not that good yet). Note: This character is meant to be an adult, but I couldn't get it to look older than a teenager with the style I gave it, I hope that's not a problem
    1 point
  37. First time I encounter one of her videos. Have seen her bladder bulge pics many times. Video title: Playing with my big big full bladder! Pass is pixxxie Warning: nudity and gorgeous boobs No wetting happens, just some leaking.
    1 point
  38. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d1a123384d47
    1 point
  39. Great story, but remember that this forum is for real experiences 😊 there is a section for fictionalized accounts as well!
    1 point
  40. OMFG! best feeling ever
    1 point
  41. Version 1.0.0

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    Finally! I've been looking for a video like this one for years. Where Daddy scolds you for wetting your pants or bed. Well, here one is! Please find me more. Here's the source on this one: https://www.xvideos.com/video48084343/your_punishment_is_cumming_in_your_pants
    Free
    1 point
  42. 20 year old girl, Britain. I’ve lived here all my life and plan to continue living here for a while. I might move up to Scotland at some point however as they’re building a new space centre up there and that’s where I want to work. If Denmark ever get a space program though, I’m moving there.
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  43. Alia

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Request made by Lapiiss "I'd love to see Alia, her bladder at complete capacity, but she's sitting on the toilet and trying not to let it out still, telling herself over and over again that she can hold it. That good girls don't pee, even though the tap is running and she's ready to explode. Maybe with a visual metaphor or bladder gauge next to her to show how truly at her limit she is... but she's still dry (for now)." Alia is a character made by me if anyone wonders
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  44. I’ve been meaning to write about this for a long time (ever since it happened really!), but a recent exchange in response to a post by @Wombat48 prompted me to finally get on with it… It was a bit of a road trip then, going to Wales where we’d rented a cottage for a week with some friends. What better opportunity for a little omo-related challenge than a car journey that’d take just over three hours? The first half (-ish) of the journey was on motorways, early on a Friday afternoon so before it all kicked off, and even that complicated bit around Birmingham was a breeze. We stopped at the last services before leaving the motorway to head onto the smaller Welsh roads. It was a good chance for a break from driving for a few minutes, but of course I chose not to go inside the facilities there. I didn’t really need to go that much – well, it was definitely there, but easily manageable for maybe another hour and a half. Back on the road again, then, and it kept going smoothly. Busy, but smooth. Until we got to one particular town, that is, where there’s an awkward junction on an otherwise free-flowing road. The queue went back more than a mile, and it took about half an hour to crawl up to the traffic lights and finally get through. I started to regret my choice now – I was getting a bit worried! The internal pressure wasn’t too bad, but I was definitely feeling that tingling sensation at the exit, quite strongly. Anyway, the traffic flowed smoothly again, and all was well. We left that road, which continued to the big cities and towns on the coast in South Wales, and instead headed up into the hills onto the road that connects the heads of the valleys emanating north from there. It should be a nice quiet route, then, as most of the traffic will be coming up the valleys from the coast, right? Less than an hour to go – no problem. The reality turned out to be quite different. It turns out that it’s actually a pretty busy route, probably even more so on a Friday afternoon with folk heading into Wales for a nice weekend. It’s so busy that they’re busy upgrading it, so it was pretty much one continuous set of roadworks. There was another big queue to get stuck into it all. By now, that sensation was becoming more internal, in a big way, with more and more pressure at the base of my bladder, coming and going in waves too. I was really worried now, but there wasn’t really anywhere to stop (not even a layby, because they were all blocked off by the roadworks). I couldn’t do much to help whilst driving either, and I didn’t want to make it obvious to everyone else in the car (I’ve no idea why), so holding myself or anything like that wasn’t an option! All I could do was keep shuffling around. I was counting down the miles to the nearest town to where we were going. It was actually starting to hurt now, quite a lot. At least I didn’t have the external sensation though – that’d really really worry me with all that internal pressure going on too. More shuffling, and the occasional little squeeze when I thought I could get away with it. Maybe ten miles to go until that town, and it was pretty much all I could think about. Three hours had already turned into five hours. Finally, my greatest fear. That external sensation was back, feeling as though it was right there, ready to come out. I was working it out in my head, adding the minutes up – only a few miles to that nearest town, then down the windy road into the valley, then just finding the cottage and hopefully being able to park outside. I had a target in mind, something to aim for. A layby appeared, one that was open now that we were clear of the roadworks. No, though, we’re nearly there now – I’ve got this. The last roundabout. Spasms. Internal and external spasms. This isn’t a welcome development. It’s a really impressive road down into the valley then. Hairpin bends, winding back and forth to descend the steep landscape. The car in front’s not rushing at all. More spasms, making me bend forward more and more. Into the little town where the cottage is – fortunately I’ve planned the route well so I know exactly where to go. Big spasm. It really does feel like it’s there now, like I can feel it forcing its way down the tube. There’s a parking space pretty much outside, thankfully. One of my friends, arriving earlier, has come down to greet us. A quick hello but I can’t concentrate on conversation. I can barely stand up straight. The bags need unloading but I’ll have to leave it for now – I’ll just carry some stuff in with me. Into the cottage then, no idea where to go, but I’m panicking. I think I’m hiding it well though. Another of my friends is in the kitchen. A quick hello, then “the toilet’s down that corridor”. Maybe I wasn’t hiding it so well then! I barely have time to get the door locked behind me, undo my trousers – and it’s away, uncontrollable. Barely a second to spare. Five and a half hours’ worth of relief – fantastic, and without a doubt the closest that I’ve ever been to a genuine, unplanned accident.
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  45. If you have to use that many tags to justify your product, then you've fucked up.
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  46. Get caught in Tampa and Orlando traffic all the time, I would love to imagine some woman is gripping het steering wheel in a fight to not saturate her seat in piss...
    1 point
  47. A couple of years ago I got stuck in a huge traffic jam during a snow storm. It took almost seven hours to travel about fifty miles. To begin with everyone was stuck in their cars trying to hang on but after a few hours everyone was getting out and peeing against the back of their cars or trying to find a bush to go behind. Men and women were getting out, peeing and then hopping back into their vehicles. Once a few people did it I guess everyone lost their inhibitions and what else were they going to do? It was pretty surreal for an omorashi afficionado like myself to watch this going on but it made the waiting more enjoyable for sure.
    1 point
  48. She had been pulled out of her meditation as was usual by the nagging feeling of her diaper growing very warm underneath her. With an accepting sigh she stood stripping off her pants taking solice in the fact that she had not leaked through her protection this time as so often happened. Silently she lowered the sodden incontinence garment and disposed of it in the private trash chute she'd had installed to assist in her dealing with her issue. The stoic woman had only the faint blush tinging her cheeks as she gently wiped the sheen of pee from her delicate lips. Seeing the time on the wall she quickly hurried pulling out a fresh incontinence garment from where her panties made from the finest silks used to reside. One leg at a time she slipped up the pure white garment with a faint crinkle as she made sure the cuffs fit snugly around her thighs. In a flash her pants were pulled back on and she was striding confidently down the halls of the Republic senate building on her way to an important meeting or so she was told. The Ortolan's may have been mostly reclusive creatures but few groups of them roamed the galaxy and after narrowly escaping an assault by an Imperial search party sought refugee status on coruscant. Normally that would be handled by the Republic however they claimed to have a force sensative aboard their vessel which was unhead of for an Ortolan. She arrived in her conference room staring out over the always busy skyways of Coruscant idly watching the speeders fly by. Five minutes past their arrival time there was still no sign of them and she sighed feeling an urge to use the restroom. She frowned knowing her duty came first but hoped that they would show up soon. Another five minutes past and the door suddenly wooshed open surprising the grandmaster who was still watching the speeders whiz by. She stood and bowed showing her respect as a republic translator led in one of the small blue skinned creatures. The alien did his best to bow as well before taking a seat across from her and the meeting got underway. It was the same story she'd heard many times this time through the mouth of the translator. She weighed the decision in her mind as she heard the facts wishing he would hurry up as she felt the urge to relieve both her bladder and bowels reaching near critical levels. With the late start and the alien's preponderance for explaining everything in the greatest of detail she was quickly losing it. Satele opened her mouth to address the alien before a particularly powerful cramp made her struggle to hold it. “While you make a good case for Republic refugee status you...” she froze trying to keep a dignified appearence as her body decided it had enough waiting. A steady stream of pee flooded her garment distracting her with a sudden flood of warmth reminding the jedi of her feeble incontinence. She did her best to keep composed and tried to continue speaking despite the brief interruption and the feeling of pee radiating warmth around her groin. “ you will have to show me this so called force sen...” she grimaced slightly as she trailed off while the translator did his job her bowels starting to force their content out. Her usually soft movements came out with little resistance and she could feel the manufactured fabric of the diaper slowly expanding to acommodate the bulk of her foul accident. The translator finished her last sentance and both pairs of eyes turned back to her as she was still mid bowel movement. She could feel it creeping up her backside as well as threatening to leak out the cuffs when she felt it; Her thighs felt wet. “Oh no....” she thought to herself as her heart quickened. She took a deep breath trying to control her emotions as she looked down seeing the small puddle of pee forming around her bottom in the large council chair. She pulled in closer to the table hiding any visible signs of her accident as she finally regained her composure after losing control midsentance. “Like I was saying...” she continued, squirming ever so slightly in her seat feeling the rapidly cooling pee soaking into her pant legs and the full squishy feeling of her filled diaper. “The council offering your group refugee status is dependant on your presentation of your force adept.” she finally finished the sentiment she had started before using her diaper in the middle of the meeting. The alien blinked a few times before turning back to the translator who looked rather perplexed. “Master Orso humbly requests we take a short recess so you can change? He said Ortolan's olfactory senses are quite strong...” he said as she began to blush the translator putting it together. The Jedi tried to find peace, surpress her embarrassment and just nodded. “yes... of course...” she mumbled excusing herself from the table as she quickly waddled away to find an unoccupied changing facility doing her best to hide the wet splotch on her pants.
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