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  1. I don’t know how I feel about posting this but here it is I figured out how to post it. :) 4F06D786-DD8A-48B1-AD1A-DB2B1F3AD722.mov
    11 points
  2. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5de1a51aae495 Anyone know who this is or where it came from?
    10 points
  3. I've never done this before and shared it but I thought I should. I might do more if it's liked. I have got a video but I can't figure out how to get it on here when I do ill post it 😞
    7 points
  4. The School Trip - Part 2 Lula pushed open the stiff, wooden framed window with some force. It scraped open. The draped curtains either side of her blew gently as the brisk, salty sea air drifted into her room. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. With her eyes closed she could hear the squawking of the seagulls and a distinct but soft crashing of the waves about on the other side of the beach. It was certainly a room with a view. Luckily, the hostel was not only on the sea front but a few minutes out of the town centre so quiet as well; away from the hustle and bustle of the traffic. Lula took a few steps back and slumped down onto the mattress. Her body bobbed twice. The bedframe creaked. It wasn’t the softest of surfaces, but she hadn’t expected total luxury. She swivelled her body round so she was lying flat down the bed. Not too bad I suppose. She pushed her head down into the pillow and took another deep breath of sea air; which she realised was making the room quite cold. Lula closed the window and locked it. She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out her soft blanket which was folded on top. She wrapped herself up inside it and curled back up on the bed. Not too bad at all. Lula wrestled underneath the blanket to move the duvet aside. As she slid underneath she heard a distinct rustling sound. She froze in place. Silence. The hairs on her arms stood up. Lula frantically fought her way out of the duvet and blanket and threw them towards the end of the bed. She knelt down and pulled back the bed sheet. *Creak creak creak creak* Footsteps. Shiiiit. Lula panicked and fell backwards onto the floor, letting go of the sheet. The footsteps went past her door and down the corridor. Shit. Her heart thumped in her chest as the footsteps silenced. Composing herself, Lula crawled back up the the bed and pulled up the sheet. Well damn. It was as she expected; there was a mattress protector underneath. It’s a youth hostel. Loads of people sleep in here. Makes sense. She didn’t know how to feel. Her instinct was telling her not to use it, not to be silly, just be normal. She stretched the sheet back into place and shook her head. Nope. Nope. Nope. She wanted to spend the next few days having fun. Normal fun. *Creak creak creak thump thump thumpthumpthumpthump* *Knockknockknockknockknock* Lula flinched at the realisation that was probably Rosie coming to get her. She made the bed look tidy and went to open the door. “Room service!” Rosie said in a high pitched voice with her hands behind her back before lunging past Lula into the room. “Why the energy?” Lula asked, closing the door. “Oh I do love to be beside the seaside” Rosie began to sing, turning round to face Lula before falling backwards onto the bed. “Like an excitable puppy” Lula joked, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Aroooooooo” Rosie howled, clenching her fists and closing her eyes. “Shhhhh” Lula nudged her. “So I have a plan!” Rosie spluttered, fumbling herself upright. “A plan…?” “Yes. A plan. So. You, are going to… stalk him” Rosie raised her eyebrows and blinked at Rosie. “Stalk… him?” “Mmhmm” Rosie nodded. “Stalk?” “Innocently” Rosie admitted. “There’s different ways of stalking?” “Yeah, innocently… carefully… pervy?” “Okay stop listing” “Look, you watch him from afar, he sees you looking, you look away. You can see if he’s looking. See if he’s interested. Make him know you’re interested. Next thing you know, late night beach walk under the stars holding hands and awwww” Lula stared at Rosie with a confused expression. “… Or you could run into the sea, he’ll take his top off and come and save you” “I’d love to see the ideas you threw out” “Nah, you wouldn’t” Rosie admitted. “Wait, you’ve actually thought this through?” “Yes” Rosie nodded. “You’re being serious?” “Yes” Rosie smiled. “Damn” Rosie turned to face Lula and crossed her legs. “Is. He. Not. Why. You’re. Here?” Lula paused. “I like… beaches?” Rosie winced at Lula. “Beeeaacchhesss” Lula grinned at Rosie. “I see through your lies!” Rosie pointed in Lula’s face. “I don’t lie” “No?” “No” “Okay then. Tell me you’ve not already found it” “Found what?” Lula asked confused. “You tell me” Lula lowered her brow. She felt her cheeks go warm. Rosie sighed and scrambled off the bed backwards. “Exhibit A” she said confidently, pointing her open hands towards the bed. Lula was still sitting on the edge. Rosie folded the duvet over and pulled the sheet from under the mattress. “Exhibit A” she said again, almost more relieved, smiling. “Okay?” Lula was avoiding eye contact. “You’re a bad liar beach girl” “I won’t, I can’t” Lula began to admit. “It’s fine. But don’t tell me you didn’t find it” “I… did” “Mmmm” Rosie murmured. Lula was starting to realise there was a weird connection between Rosie and herself after the sleepover. They both darted around the topic of pee like they both knew what they were on about when discussing it. Maybe she IS into it. No. Nope. This trip is NOT for that. “Leave it. I’m not going to” “It’s okay” Rosie answered again. “You’re going to get his bed wet?” Rosie giggled. Lula let out a whelp and walked over to slap Rosie’s arm. A little later all of the students had met in the lobby of the hostel ready for the afternoon’s activity. They’d spent the morning travelling and up until around 1pm with free time. The plan was that they were going for a simple ‘Seafront Experience’, as the teachers called it, and were to return before 4pm before it got too dark. “We’ll stop along the way to inspect the local environment and we’ll finish at the chip shop. I expect you to look out on the way for evidence of environmental erosion and human impact” Mrs. Jones requested to the crowd of students. “So were going for a walk?” one voice shouted from the bustle. Some people laughed. “Yes Lewis, a walk” Mrs. Jones replied sarcastically before ushering the group outside. Lula pulled at her jacket as the cold air brushed her face. She tensed her whole body in an attempt to get the blood flowing. With about half an hour left of the ‘experience’, the group had stopped after a slight uphill walk. Looking out towards the sea, Lula realised they were higher up than before. The beach was now full of stones and there appeared to be a drop between the group and what she assumed would be flat ground going out to sea. Some of the eager Year 11’s were writing in small pocket notebooks. Tom was one of them. Lula smiled. She liked how, despite being sporty, he actually paid attention in his other lessons. He obviously wanted to do well. She also realised he continued to impress with his clothes. Whilst some of the older students had been trampling along in tracksuits, Tom was tidily dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. He had a thick woollen jacket over the top which had collar he’d left upright. After a few seconds Lula realised she hadn’t been listening to what Mrs. Jones had been saying to the group. They’d started to finally make their way onto the beach. Lula was trying to catch up with what’d been said as she saw Tom walk away from her towards the stones. The stones were loose under her feet. They made a satisfying sound as they piled together but Lula felt wobbly and unstable in her black Vans. As she waddled forwards, the slope of the beach came into view. Lula worried she’d slip down and fall flat on her ass. At the peak of the hill, Lula felt the wind wobble her body. She recalled Mrs. Jones explaining something about the water and the beach and the wind but couldn’t remember how or why. Lula put her arms outwards to regain her balance as she carefully stepped her way down the bank. After about ten steps Lula felt her right foot sink and her knee jerked. Seconds away from landing on her face she felt a hand grab her right shoulder. As she regained her balance, Lula shifted her weight and exhaled. “Thank you” she said, turning around. Charlotte let go of Lula’s shoulder. Lula’s expression dropped as she was face to face with her. “That’s alright” Charlotte replied, folding her arms. There was an awkward silence. With Charlotte a step further up the embankment, Lula felt overshadowed as she looked up at her. “So… you stop me from falling over and we’re okay?” Lula found the courage to blurt out. “Dunno. Are we?” “Ha. You tell me” Lula’s heart was beating hard in her chest. Adrenaline had taken over nerves. The brisk air blew Lula’s hair round her face and Charlotte’s hair in front of her own as they stood there in a stand-off. Lula couldn’t tell from Charlotte’s expression if she was being sincere or just bitchy. Lula scoffed and carefully took a slow step backwards. She turned and began to walk towards the flatter ground. “What did she want, you okay?” Rosie asked, scampering over to Lula, clicking stones out of the way as she trod. “It’s fine” “Fine?” Asked Rosie. “Think she way trying to be nice?” “Weird” “Maybe” Lula was trying to avoid talking about Charlotte. She still didn’t know if she wanted to be friends with her again after what happened before. She hated not liking people though, especially those who were supposed to be her friends. The girls made their way to the edge of the beach. The waves were rolling out to where they were standing. The bubbles fizzed as they sunk in between the stones. A strong waft of salt filled Lula’s nose each time wave came closer. “It’s nice, really, isn’t it?” Rosie asked, staring out to sea. “Yeah” Lula replied. Both girls were stood with their hands in their pockets to keep them warm. “So do you want me to push you or are you going to run in?” “What?!” Lula exclaimed. “So Tom can come and rescue you?” “I can’t tell if you’re…” Rosie raised her eyebrows and smiled. Lula sighed. “Can I, we, just not… not?” “But I thought you…” “Can we just be here? I just want to not for a bit?” Lula looked back out to sea, She was almost starting to feel annoyed with Rosie trying too hard to help her. She was starting to lose interest in her help as her ideas were both enthusiastic and silly. “Oh… okay” Rosie replied, almost saddened. Lula sighed again. “Sorry. I just… I don’t know how to feel” “It’s okay beach girl” Rosie said, leaning in and resting her head on Lula’s shoulder. “Thank you” Lula said as Rosie linked her arm through Lula’s before replacing it back into her pocket. Both girls jumped. The tide had come in just enough that the last wave had soaked their shoes. “Shit” Lula said out loud. “Ugh that’s freezing” As the girls took a few steps away from the edge of the water they turned to see Charlotte approaching. “What’s your problem?” she snarled at Lula and Rosie. “Sorry?” asked Lula. “You’re both being snaky bitches” “Says you?” replied Rosie, looking Charlotte up and down. Charlotte turned her head slowly towards Rosie and winced her nose in a look of disgust. “If you’re not gonna give me a chance then you can both get fucked” “You’re pissed at… us?” Rosie asked, confused. Charlotte sniffed. “We’re done” Charlotte hissed. “Okay?” Lula replied softly. “Nah, Lule’s, I don’t get it” snapped Rosie, “You try to fuck her over now make us feel bad for not wanted to talk to you?” “She your bodyguard?” Charlotte asked Lula, tilting her head towards Rosie. Rosie started to take a step towards Charlotte, in front of Lula. Charlotte scoffed and pushed Rosie back with some force. Rosie fell over her own legs and fell backwards into an approaching shallow wave. There was a splash and then a thud as Rosie hit the stones hard. She sat there in disbelief for a few seconds. The incoming wave had subsided and dispersed. Rosie however, was soaked from her backside to her ankles. Her black jeans glistened from the impact with the freezing sea water. Her face held no expression. She stared forward just breathing heavily. “CHARLOTTE” screeched Mrs. Jones’ voice from across the beach. The sound of scattering stones came closer as Mrs. Jones tried her hardest not to fall over herself as she hastily made her way to the girls. Lula’s fists were clenched. She was holding back from punching Charlotte in the gut but wanted to help Rosie up also. Lula had never been in a fight. She hated violence. She would never dare do anything in view of a teacher. In that moment however, that’s all she wanted to do. The sounds of scattered stones came from multiple angles as more people came to see what had happened. Lula was seeing red though. There were now about eight people surrounding the girls and Mrs. Jones trying to stand between the girls. Lula had hardly noticed them all. She certainly hadn’t noticed Tom helping Rosie to her feet. Mrs. Jones was talking and trying to calm the situation down, but Lula wasn’t even listening. She was staring down Charlotte as she was back. Lula felt a hand rest on her left shoulder. The person’s fingertips gently tightened around her as she felt the person pull her slightly back. She felt another hand smother her left fist which was clenched tightly. She hadn’t realised her hands were shaking. Her left hand became warm with the cover of the other person’s hand. She felt a thumb gently rub against her own. She started to loosen her fist. She began to breathe again. In… Out… In… Out… She blinked and tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t tell if it was from emotion or the cold air. Charlotte was being ushered away by Mrs. Jones. Lula let out a deep breath. She collapsed her fists and turned to the person holding her. It was Tom. She inhaled deeply and fell into his chest. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry. Despite feeling more than comfortable in Tom’s embrace, she shuffled out of his hold, ignoring him, and held Rosie by both her arms. “I’m SO sorry” she gasped. This made her tear up. Rosie was still blank faced. “It’s okay” “No, it’s not” Lula sniffled. She hugged Rosie. She was shivering slightly. Tom took off his jacket and demanded Rosie put it on. There was an awkward bustle back to the main road as everyone was ordered to group up and make their way back to the hostel. There was little conversation as the girls walked back with their arms joined. Rosie awkwardly plodded along with her whole backside soaked from the sea. By the time they got back to the hostel, the wet patch was no longer glistening but in the light was obviously there. Rosie assured the teachers she was okay and just wanted to go back to her room before dinner. She gave Tom his jacket back, thanked him, and started to walk herself back to her room without Lula. Lula was left in the middle. She wanted to follow Rosie but she hadn’t even spoken to Tom on the whole walk back. He’d helped out and been amazing but it hadn’t been the right time to talk about anything. “Th.. thanks for that” Lula sniffled at Tom. “Will she be okay?” he asked, folding his jacket over his arm. “I hope so. I’ve never seen her… quiet like this?” “Let me know. Go with her” he nodded towards Rosie. Lula looked up at him and smiled with tears in her eyes. She was still coming down from her adrenaline fuelled stand off. Tom pulled Lula closer and hugged her. She knew her heartbeat hadn’t slowed much and he could probably feel it against his chest. Lula felt Tom shift his head so he was looking straight down at her. He pulled away. “Go” he said. Lula smiled again, not knowing what to say, feeling flustered. Lula ran after Rosie and walked in silence with her back to her room. Rosie opened her door and said nothing as Lula followed her in. Her room’s layout was the same. Rosie slumped her way straight into the tiny attached bathroom fiddling with the button on her jeans. Lula took a few steps forward, not seeing her trying to unbutton herself. “Ah fuck it” Rosie said from round the corner of the door. Lula peered round and saw Rosie sat on the toilet, jeans still up, with her face in her hands. The ever familiar sound of droplets then a stream hitting the toilet filled the room. “Oh…” Lula whimpered as she pulled herself back from watching. “It’s fine, Lule’s” Rosie whimpered herself. Wait. Was she…? Lula slowly peered around the door again as Rosie was indeed peeing straight through her jeans into the toilet. Her head was still in her hands. There was an awkward silence between the girls as Rosie peed. As the stream died down back to a few droplets Rosie pulled her hands away. “They were wet anyway, right?” She wiped her eyes. “I’m…” “You didn’t do anything” Rosie assured her. “No I know, I should have…” “No. It wasn’t your fault. And you shouldn’t have done anything” “Why did you…?” “Because she’s never wrong!” “Do you want any,,,” “Nope” Rosie snapped. “Not the first time this has happened, right?” She was evidently less enthusiastic and excitable than usual. She was being blunt and direct. Her attempts at making a joke of the situation were coming over as annoyed observations. Rosie patted her legs down as she stood up and observed the damage. “I mean… you can’t really…” Lula began to comfort her. Only her backside has been soaked from the pee; the area which had been previously soaked from being pushed into the sea. "Did you like that?" Rosie asked. Lula was stunned. "Like what?" "This?" Rosie asked, turning her body to show her soaked backside. "I don't know what you're..." Why is she asking me that? Did I 'like' it? What? “Whatever. I’ll see you later? I want to get a shower” Rosie said. Lula knew that was her call to leave. “I’m sorry, Rosie” “For what?” Rosie turned to Lula finally and smiled. Her eyes were red and she still obviously had tears in her eyes. Lula’s eyes began to fill again too. “Just sorry” Rosie nodded gently towards the door. Lula attempted a smile and made her way out.
    7 points
  5. This was fun lol these are half jeans I guess (the didn’t show it as much as I liked I was fully soaking and it only appeared a bit these were too absorbent whoops!) Te video won’t upload again I’m going to try it a bit later on my kindle and it it doesn’t work I’ll have to wait to post it tomorrow 😞 until then here’s the pictures. I may do more on the weekend but it just depends (I don’t really know if I’m doing it 100% correctly I’m jus messing around. ) 🙂 F77C01A2-DF3B-4DF7-B620-D13AE5C3D670.mov
    5 points
  6. Alisha intentionally pees herself, which makes her horny, so she masturbates in her sopping wet panties in this kinky video. We find Alisha in her living room wearing a t-shirt and short denim shorts at the start of this scene. Talking directly to the camera, Alisha shares how much she loves peeing her pants. She invites us to watch as she wets herself, her shorts growing visibly dark with wetness as streams run down her legs to the floor. Once she is done peeing, she shows off her wet shorts and panties to the camera. The sensation of her warm and wet underwear serves to arouse Alisha. Unashamed, she proceeds to masturbate as we watch. Leaving her wet panties on, she slides one hand into her underwear and starts rubbing herself while her other hand clenches the wet fabric. She soon climaxes, then says goodbye, saying she is going to go clean up.
    5 points
  7. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58a04d319ba7d
    4 points
  8. Chapter 2: Showering in Gold Classes at Beacon had let out for the Winter Break, and students were allowed to go home for a while. Yang was conflicted about this: On the one hand, she’d been away from home for a really long time, and was anxious to see her dad. But on the other hand, she’d gotten quite used to being able to thoroughly enjoy her newfound fetish. At Beacon, all of the girls did their own laundry, so Yang had never been worried about getting caught. But if her time at Signal Academy was any indication, her dad was going to insist on doing her laundry for her. Which is going to be a problem. Yang thought, he pays attention, and he’ll easily notice if my clothes smell like pee. Yang and Ruby were almost halfway through the three-hour flight from Beacon to Vale, and Yang had missed her last chance to use the restroom before they left. She wasn’t worried about having an accident, not after nearly a semester of training. But she also knew that they would have to get on a ship from Vale to their home island of Patch. That, of course, meant that she wouldn’t have time to use the restroom before it was time to board. Also, her dad was notoriously cheap, so she all but knew that the boat he’d booked wouldn’t have an on-board restroom. Of course, her endurance was a decent amount beyond that, but there was still an issue. By that point, she would certainly feel the need to go, which meant she would be beginning to be aroused. And at that point, she would have little choice but to finish her hold. Which let back around to the main predicament: She absolutely couldn’t pee in her clothes, but she wouldn’t be able to get off well if she went in the toilet like a normal girl. Oh well, I’ve got the while ride to make up my mind. She thought. * * * Once the boat arrived, Yang and Ruby both got off and greeted their father. After that, they ate a short meal together, and then Ruby declared that she was going to bed. Oh, good. Yang thought, That means that I’ll have the night to myself. Ruby and their father were both heavy sleepers, so Yang would be able to roam the house freely. In fact, before Yang had left for Beacon, she had experimented with being a closet nudist. That had been going fairly well, and Yang was beginning to think that it might have truly been for her, when her father walked in on her when he got up for a late night snack. Somehow, she managed to slink away without him fully realizing what was going on, but to this day, she still wondered if he knew, and just didn’t press her on the matter. Once Ruby was asleep, Yang go out of bed, and went to check on her father. Fortunately, he frequently went to bed soon after dinner, since he was always teaching at Signal. After that, Yang returned to her room and relieved herself of her clothes. Being Winter, it was chilly, so Yang’s nipples quickly hardened in the open air. Yang ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them lightly. “Damn, it feels good to be naked again. My damn bras are so constrictive. I guess I’ll go ahead and be a closet nudist again. Just gotta make sure dad isn’t out and about while I am.” She said to herself. She ran a hand gently over her pussy, relaxing it. “Damn, I’m really starting to have to go. But I can’t pee in my clothes, dad’s gonna find out.” She sighed, and got up, then headed to the kitchen. Hardly thinking, she got out a glass and poured herself some apple juice. She sat at the table, still fully naked, and downed the glass. She got up again, got another, and drank it down. She was drinking more out of boredom than thirst at this point, but when she got up again, she decided to just bring the whole jug with her. Yang began to think about her options. She once again confirmed that she could not user her panties. Beside the fact that she would be found out, she really didn’t feel like getting dressed again. She was going to sleep naked tonight for sure. She thought about going outside and peeing on, or maybe even in a tree. There were plenty of trees within easy walking distance, including one with a nice saddle-shaped branch that Yang knew would feel amazing against her bare pussy. However, the not-so-distant howl of a Grimm quickly changed her mind. She would much rather get caught peeing herself than get killed peeing on a tree. Suddenly, she realized that she had drunk the whole jug of apple juice, and then she immediately realized what a mistake that had been; her urge to pee grew suddenly urgent, and the juice nearly flowed right through her. Yang hurried back to the bathroom, and locked herself in. She sat down on the toilet, but didn’t start to go. She was simply too horny to be able to pee like normal. She looked around the room, trying to find something to pee on. Unfortunately, it seemed like her dad had just taken out the laundry just before bed, so she was left with no options. Getting desperate both to pee and cum, Yang climbed up on the counter, and squatted over the sink. However, just as she was about to let herself go, she slipped slightly, and her butt fell into the sink. She got out of the sink, and off the counter, deciding that that wouldn’t be a very good idea. With little time left, she climbed into the tub and laid back against the tub. As she looked down at her groin, she suddenly had an idea and began to smile. Yang scooted her butt all the way against the opposing wall, and then climbed her legs up the wall as far as she could get them to go, the middle of her back against the edge of the tub. With her butt and pussy in the air, Yang began to masturbate. She rubbed her pussy lips and clit for a minute before plunging her fingers inside of her, moaning out as her fingers put pressure on her bladder. She pumped her fingers in and out, pushing against her bladder as much as she could, before she finally came, her juices flowing down her body and confirming her idea. She let out a moan as she began to pee, the golden liquid flowing down her body, pooling where her breasts joined her chest, and on her chin. Yang moaned out loud again as she continued to pee on herself, warm liquid trailing all down her body. She began peeing harder, peeing directly on her breasts nipples hard. Yang’s pee stream suddenly faltered, and she once again reached orgasm, and then returned full force. Finally, as Yang came down from her sexual high, her stream finally sputtered and failed. She then relaxed, and slid down into her puddle, moaning lightly. She couldn’t believe that she’d managed to cum just from peeing on herself. Yang took a few minutes to clean herself up, and made sure that all of her pee had gone down the drain, before she finally went to bed, sliding between her sheets without bothering to get dressed. She rubbed her still-wet pussy on her sheets, and eventually fell into a very aroused sleep
    4 points
  9. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5dd1dfd173fe2 This is one of the hottest videos I've seen in a long time. A gorgeous model wets a pair of jeans, takes all of her clothes off, gets dressed in a new outfit, and wets those jeans too. *NUDITY*
    3 points
  10. View File Renata totally floods her tight jeans, socks and heels with her pee Renata totally floods her tight jeans, socks and heels with her pee Submitter Reeve Submitted 12/01/2019 Category Peeing
    3 points
  11. Tonight I decided I wouldn't be peeing myself, I was gonna be a good girl and have a nice clean and dry night... Plans change. As I was sitting on my couch with my roommate we laughed and talked absentmindedly, we have a close relationship and I went shopping today (black friday sales!) So I showed her what I bought by going to my room putting it on and walking out as if I was on a catwalk. The last item I showed her was a new piece of dark purple lingerie I bought, it was a once peace suit that was mostly lace, and hugged my curves in a very flattering way. As we sat down and picked a movie to watch I was really craving some iced tea, so I decided since it was my own iced tea I'd drink it straight from the 2L bottle... This was the begining of my mistake. The night progressed and I didn't notice any urge to pee, my roommate announced that she'd be going to have a shower, wash her hair, shave, do her tan and all that and she directly said to me "if you gotta pee go now cause I'll be a little while" I thought I didn't have to go so I said no it's alright. About 10 minutes later the first pain struck, like a crank in my lower abdomen, suddenly I noticed how full my bladder was, I was already at the squirming stage. I thought I could hold on (and wanted to test my limits) so I just sat on the couch in my nice new lingerie and waited. I sat for another few minutes before I had to press my hand against my crotch to help myself hold, I squirmed and squeezed for another 10 minutes before I realised I had to go.... Now. A small dark spot started forming on my new lingerie as a short dribble started to pour out of my vagina, I quickly pressed my hand between my legs and got up, knowing I couldn't wet on the couch. I hobbled my way to the locked bathroom door where I asked my friend to open it cause I had to pee! I told her how badly I was busting and she laughed and told me I should have gone when she offered, I don't think she understood how badly I had to go. I stood outside the door and did a potty dance for another two minutes before deciding I had to find a place I could wet. Now I could have gone outside but my neighbours would have seen me, and I reaaaallly didn't want them to see me desperately pissing all over myself in my brand new lingerie. Our laundry floor was covered in mounds of clothes, and that was the only other tiled place in the house. I eventually decided I had to find a large bowl or a bucket. As I searched desperately through the kitchen cupboards more pee spurted out of me and into my lingerie, a more level headed me would have just taken it off and let the pee flow onto the floor boards, but the pee was effecting my brain, so I just kept getting damper and damper between my thighs. It had been about 45 minutes since the first pang of desperation hit when I suddenly heard the bathroom door open, I tried to rush to the toilet but alas, my bursting bladder gave out on me... At the door of the bathroom... Right in front of my roommate. The hot stream gushing down my legs, through my new lingerie and down onto the carpet felt amazing as it poured out of me, but soon the reality of the situation hit and my roommate just laughed and told me to clean up my mess. So I did, I tried my best to scrub the carpet still with droplets falling off my legs and soaked lingerie. I'm low key upset I peed in my new lingerie but it felt so good... The material stuck to me in all the right places, and I will definitely be doing it again... I figured I deserved to get some fun out of it so I decided to sleep in my soaked clothes... Maybe I'll re-wet in the morning. I know they'll definitely be getting a little wetter later on 🤭🤭 Hope you enjoyed! Follow my twitter @bbybitxh I intend to post there more often!!
    3 points
  12. Ripped if interested... 1080P_4000K_265101472.mp4
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  13. Pon de Replay

    I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. Behind and in front of us and all around us are cars at a standstill. My bladder is on fire—I must have slept through that rest stop where I was planning to pee. I cross my legs and try to put my mind off of it. Can you really blame me for falling asleep? We’d been at a concert the day before, all of us in a state of chemical, euphoric haze, and barely slept. My throat was parched when I woke up and I’d downed a “repair beer” and a bottle of water. Now, I’m far too sober and all too aware. I kind of wish I’d been drunk and skunked out of my mind, then I might have just let go and not even noticed. “Hey Alex, w-why aren’t we moving?” I ask. My voice breaks and I hate it. I’m in the back seat alone. She’s in front with my other mate Mark. “Don’t know, munchkin,” she says, all sweet. It’s an affectionate nickname and normally I enjoy it, but for some reason it grinds my gears today. I grit my teeth, bite my cheek to take some of the sting out my bladder. “But we’ve been barely moving for the past hour. You were lights out so we just let you sleep.” I shift uncomfortably. I can feel my bladder digging into the waistband of my jeans. They were not ripped when I bought them, but sometime last night, they must have snagged on something, or maybe I just fell down. There’s a hole where the knee was supposed to be and dirt around my ankles. I’m twenty-eight and getting too old for this shit. “Why, something the matter?” Mark asks from the front seat. “I kind of have to pee,” I say meekly. “Scratch that, not kind of. I really, really need to piss quite badly.” “Aw,” Alex says. “We both peed at the rest stop but we just let you sleep through it. Sorry.” “I told you not to have that huge bottle of water,” Mark says. “Oh, fuck off,” I say. The situation is absurd. I give a weak chuckle. It’s one of those if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry situations. I give up on modesty and grip myself between the legs. Better that than piss my pants. Suddenly, the car moves forward. It’s all of five seconds before we’re at a standstill again, but it’s enough. I lean forward involuntarily as the car moves, and when it stops I slam back in my seat. As my butt hits the seat I feel a warmth between my legs. I grip furiously and manage to stem the flow, but my panties definitely feel wet. “It’s started,” I say weakly. “No, we just moved up one spot. Doesn’t look like we’re getting out of this anytime soon,” Alex says. “No, I mean I started… My bladder, I… I just peed myself a little.” “Please don’t pee in my seats,” Alex says. “I’m trying,” I say, gripping myself tighter and scissoring my legs. It feels like I’m packing a balloon in my abdomen ready to pop. “But I might not have a choice if this doesn’t let up. And it’s kind of your fault for not waking me up!” “Sorry,” Alex says again. She cranes her neck back to look at my sorry state, then shakes her head, seems to make up her mind, unbuckles her seat belt and crawls awkwardly between the front seats to sit with me. “Hey, what are you doing?” Mark calls out from the drivers’ seat. “Moral support,” Alex says. “My sister needs me.” She’s not really my sister, but I appreciate the sentiment. “Besides, it’s more for my own benefit than anything else. Can’t afford to have someone clean the piss stains out of the seats.” Scratch that, she’s definitely my sister, because only a sister would be so cruel. Alex yanks one of my hands out of my lap and squeezes it. It’s a supportive gesture, I suppose, but she seems unaware of the precarious grip I have on my bladder. As I let go of the furious squeeze between my legs, I lose it for a moment, and another trickle leaks out. It seeps slowly through my panties and into my jeans. I blush. I don’t dare look down until Alex says, “Oh my god, she just leaked!” and I see that there’s a small wet spot on my jeans. I struggle on for another quarter of an hour, but it’s really a losing struggle. Every few minutes, I’m wracked by a powerful spasm, and I squeeze, bite my lip, beg the heavens and lean forward, to no avail. A little leaks out, warming the cooling wetness between my legs. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, it would almost be pleasurable. The cool, clammy fabric, starting to get itchy and uncomfortable, suddenly warming up—combine that with the momentary relief and I’m getting flashbacks to last night’s high. Alex is alternatively whispering soothing words and begging me to not piss in her car as if I could just decide not to and just, not. It’s no use: by twenty minutes, there’s a dinner-plate sized wet spot on my pants, extending from my crotch halfway down my thighs towards my knees. My bum is damp and some must have soaked into the seat already. The pain is getting worse. We’re not moving. I’m stuck in my personal hell and, as a little more trickles out, warming my bum and between my legs, I lower my shoulders and reflect: It could be worse. Right? I could be having to deal with this forever, but it’s going to be over soon. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. It feels like somebody has just stuck a knee in my back and bent me on over it. I can’t handle this. I lean forwards and the pain gets worse, and I make a fateful decision: it’s gone on too long. With tears of pain in my eyes, I push, and I feel the urine rushing out. The pain abates, and I watch in morbid curiosity as some of the pee arcs up from the pressure, straight through my panties and jeans, a little fountain between my legs, puddling in my lap and rushing down—Alex: “Oh my god she’s peeing!”—damn right I’m peeing, bitch! One stream goes between my legs, soaking into the fabric of the seat, another goes down one of my thighs, creeping towards my soaks, which have up until now been blessedly spared of golden water. A third trickles down between my bum cheeks, and I don’t know if it’s just the relief or if there’s a perverted part of me I never knew about, but damn if it doesn’t feel good. I moan as the last of it trickles out, and now my entire lower half from the waistband to the knees, and under the butt, is soaking wet. It squelches in the seat as I move around, squirming like an echo of the previous half-hour’s struggle. The lower half of my shirt is wet. My panties are soaked, my jeans are ruined, the seat is ruined, and I’m free. Free of the pain and the struggle. I’m warm and wet and it’s all over. “It’s okay,” Alex says, trying to inject some warmth into her voice to hide the insincerity. Of course it’s not okay, but bless her for trying. I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. “I’m going back to sleep,” I say. I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. A powerful wave of deja vu hits me. I’ve been here before. Have you ever wished you could get a do-over? Go back in time thirty minutes to undo one of the worst mistakes of your life, now wiser and more mature? Perhaps this is one of those situations. Perhaps it was all just a bad dream. But I definitely need to pee, very badly. We’re definitely still stuck in a traffic jam. And what if you went back in time only to discover that there was nothing you could do to avoid your mistake? What if you were just stuck in a loop of error and misfortune, like it was all preordained? Better not to think like that. Be zen. I close my eyes, place my hands in my lap, and try to meditate. Mind over matter. There’s nothing your body will do that your mind doesn’t will to happen. Omomomomomomom… I repeat the mantra to myself like some goddamned Buddhist monk until I feel a wave of relief wash over me. My shoulders slink back, the pressure between my legs abates, my bum gets warm—wait. Shit, I’m peeing! I try to clamp it off, but my body’s gone soft and unresponsive and I can’t snap out of my zen-induced incontinence quite in time. I open my eyes and let out a little cry as I notice that my entire crotch is wet and there’s some pee on the seat. “What’s wrong?” Alex calls out from the front seat. “I really really need to pee and some just came out, that’s what’s wrong!” I yell. Alex takes a look back and her eyes linger on the shameful state of my crotch. “Oh dear,” she says. “I’m sorry, but I can’t...” I begin to say, and then it starts again. It’s like a faucet. It’s just like last time, in the bad dream. I can hold on until I leak enough that my crotch is covered in pee, but no more. It bursts out of my panties and starts soaking into my jeans. This time, it trickles all the way down to my right knee, and I feel warm droplets of urine grace the uncovered skin. It’s the knee with the rip. I close my eyes and try to shut out the confused yelling from Alex in the front. I’ve pissed myself again. I feel myself tearing up and let out a sob or two. This is so monumentally unfair. What cruel god would give me the chance again just to watch me fail twice over? I wake up with a jolt to discover two things. Fuck no. No, no, no. I’m back where I started, again. We’re still stuck, I’m still about to wet my pants like a little girl, and nothing’s changed. My heart is beating faster and faster, my hands are clammy, I leak, my panties are clammy, I’m panicking. This can’t be happening. The universe is malfunctioning. I’m stuck in a nightmare on repeat. I can’t deal. I just can’t. Without even thinking about it, I push, and the urine starts flowing again. I’m almost getting used to the curious warmth emanating from between my legs, nodding at the little squelch when my wet butt slides against the puddle underneath me, slowly soaking into the seat. I block out the confused yells from the front seat, like, check that, that happened again… Let’s just get this over with. I wake up with a jolt. Okay. Deep breath. I’ve seen Groundhog Day and Edge of Tomorrow. I know how this goes. The first couple go-arounds you just keep trying shit and it fails. Then you despair. Then you think rationally about it and find a solution. No time to spare. “I really need to pee and I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer,” I say. “You guys got, like, a bottle or something?” “I don’t know, munchkin, girls don’t really have the machinery to pee successfully into a bottle,” Alex says. “Can’t you just hold it?” “No, I bloody well can’t!” I say, grabbing my crotch to emphasize my plight. “It’s either a bottle or your seat, so if you got one and you know what’s good for you, you better hand it over!” Alex gives me a look of disapproval, but I hear her rummaging around and then she produces a one-liter bottle of ice tea. There’s a little left in the bottom, but she takes a sip to empty it, and she hands it over. I put the bottle on the seat beside me and start unbuttoning my pants, which causes me to leak a little into my panties, but I can deal with wet panties if I can spare the jeans. “Don’t look,” I say, and I know Mark’s too polite to sneak a peek, but I also know Alex can’t help herself. Not that she’s into me like that—we’ve seen each other nude plenty of times and I never got that vibe from her—but she’s an addict of gossip. If something juicy’s about to happen she wants front row seats. Besides, she’s my sister-from-another-mother-and-father. She won’t miss that time I pissed into a bottle on the highway because I just couldn’t hold it. I try to position the bottle correctly, pushing it awkwardly—I feel the cool plastic contact my lower lips in a not particularly pleasant way—and then, once I’m satisfied it’s as well positioned as it’s ever likely to be, I try to let go. It doesn’t start immediately. There are still lingering doubts in my mind about the soundness of this venture. But I’m too desperate for that to matter in the long run. I let go. It’s a disaster. For all of one second, my pee trickles into the bottle, but when it really gets going, it gets going everywhere. It hits the lip of the bottle and starts spraying, onto the floor, onto the seat, onto my jeans and between my legs. I’m too far gone to cut it off—Alex: “Noooo! I told you it wouldn’t work!”—and it keeps coming. By the end, I’ve soaked my panties, my jeans, the seat, the floor, the bottle… It’s on my hands, it’s dripping off the bottle, and maybe two shot-glasses worth of pee is actually sitting in the bottle. It’s faintly yellow. I wasn’t exactly dehydrated. My shirt is wet, my socks are damp, there’s a puddle on the seat and another one on the floor. I wake up. I’m back. Dry, desperate, and out of ideas. “I’m about to piss myself. Any ideas?” I’m way past caring what they think of me. They’ve seen me wet myself four times already, even if they don’t remember it. “Uh,” Mark says. “Oh, munchkin,” Alex says. “Screw it,” I say. “We’re not moving. I’m going to go on the side of the road. I don’t give a shit if someone sees me. It’s better than the alternative.” “I don’t know, munch,” Alex says. “That seems a little… Drastic? And, like, out of the blue? Can’t you just hold it a little bit longer?” “No, I can’t!” I’m frustrated. “Maybe a bottle or something?” “No, Alex, girls can’t pee in bottles. I’d need a funnel or something and I don’t have one. It’d go everywhere.” “Munchkin...” “Screw it,” I say. I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. Mark and Alex are yelling at me but I don’t care. I jump out of the car and take a moment to appreciate the true gravity of the situation. There are cars standing still as far as I can see in both directions. We’re on an elevated highway and the horizon is all cars and blue sky and exhaust from idling cars. I don’t really have the time or inclination to admire the scenery, though. I squat down and hike down my pants and panties. At least my mom taught me how to piss in the open air. And those squats at the gym must have firmed up my buttocks and thighs, because it doesn’t even hurt. I close my eyes as the pee begins splattering on the ground beneath me. A little bit hits my ankles and shoes, but who cares? It’s still 99% less piss on my pants than any of the previous times. “Excuse me, miss, what are you doing?” A hoarse woman’s voice from behind me. And I was just getting going! Who would be so rude as to… I open my eyes, still squatting, trying to cut it off to a trickle, and see that it’s a woman sat in the white sedan behind us. It’s a civilian car, but she’s wearing a uniform. Shit, it’s a policewoman! I hurry to yank up my panties and pants, still peeing, and I can’t stop a trickle from creeping into my untouched panties, soaking into my jeans, down the inside of my thighs and a little up my butt crack. If I wasn’t so mortified, I’d take a moment to appreciate the novelty of wetting myself standing up. The policewoman, who looks to be around the age of my mother, just sits there, staring at me as I finish my accident. “Public urination is a misdemeanor, young lady,” she says. “Given the, ah, circumstances, I’ll let you off with a warning. But don’t let it repeat itself. Imagine if others saw you and decided to do the same! It’d be anarchy, pissing everywhere!” I’m not that concerned about accidentally unleashing a pee-copalypse. I spare a thought for the other ladies—and probably a few dudes as well—who must be in the same situation as me. Surely I’m not the only one who’s going to have an accident today. RIP. Rest in piss. I stifle a giggle, aware that the policewoman is still watching me. “T-thanks,” I stammer, then slink back into the car, wet and defeated. “Oh, munch, what happened?” Alex says. “Couldn’t get your pants down in time?” “There was a fucking cop in the car behind us,” I say. “I had to pull up my pants and I couldn’t stop in time. She let me off with a warning.” “No way,” Alex says. I wake. Well, peeing in the open isn’t going to work. But I have an idea. While I was outside, I noticed an emergency staircase leading down off the freeway two cars ahead of ours. And I think I saw a gas station on the level below, somewhere in the distance. “I really need to pee and it really can’t wait,” I say. “I’m gonna run off down that staircase and find a gas station, I think I saw one. You two pick me up once you get out of the jam. I’ll call you with directions.” “Uh, can’t you just hold it?” Mark asks. “No, I really can’t, trust me,” I say. I dash out of the car before I can hear any further objections. I’m off at a brisk trot, wary of the policewoman noticing any irregularities. The staircase is where I think it was, and I make my way down. It’s a little dizzying seeing how high up we are, and my heart catches in my throat when I look down, causing a little leak. No matter. I resolve not to look down and make my way down the staircase, switch-backing it to the ground. There is a gas station and a McDonald’s in the distance, but it looks to be quite far off. I walk gingerly, aware of any bumps in the side of the road by the little jolts it sends to my bladder. Ten minutes later and I’m still not there. Another wave of pressure hits me, and I cross my legs, doubled over. So close. It’s right there! I make my way to the gas station. There’s a WC sign on a door outside. I pull at the handle. Locked. Fuck! Another leak. I don’t dare to look but I think my pants are wet now. “Key at the counter,” a sign by the door reads. I hobble inside. “K-key!” I stammer, and my posture leaves little doubt as to the meaning of my cryptic announcement. A gangly teenage boy is behind the counter. He’s got pimples for days, but he’s looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. I’m wearing a checkered shirt with a pocket over my left breast, which he’s no doubt noticed, judging by the angle of his gaze, and I’ve got my brown hair in a messy bun. I was all dolled up to party last night, but today I look like a wreck and I’m about to piss myself and this is what gets him going? Fucking hormones. I guess I can’t fault him if he can’t help it, but it is his choice whether or not to stare at my bust, which isn’t anything to write home about, especially not in a baggy shirt and no push-up. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s out of commission. But, ah, maybe I could let you sneak into the staff restroom.” What a gentleman. It’s too late for me, though. I hunch over as another wave of pressure hits my bladder, and urine starts pouring out. Two rivulets, almost perfectly synchronized, on either side of me, trickling down the insides of my thighs. It’s warm and wet and wonderful, in a way, but also horrifying. I’d almost enjoy the relief if this creep weren’t staring at me. “I’ll, uh, get the mop, so sorry,” he says, blushing. He’s blushing? Well, fuck me. I sit down on a bench outside and call Alex. Tell her where to pick me up and to have a change of clothes ready. “Oh, munch, I’m so sorry,” she says. I wake up. This time, there’s to be no mistakes. “I’m about to pee myself and it really can’t wait. I gotta run, there’s a gas station, I’ll call you to pick me up,” I say, very fast, and I’m out of the car before they can even protest. I run towards the staircase, make a point not to look down, and make my way down. Once I’m down there, I take a look around. A car passes by the road, but it’s a hundred paces away. I walk behind a pillar, squat down and pull down my pants and panties. Nobody around. Not Alex, or Mark, or Mrs. Police Grandma or Gangly Teenage Boner. I sigh in relief as the piss hits the gravel. Good thing about gravel, it doesn’t splatter as much as concrete or asphalt when you pee on it. A minute later, I’m relieved and, for seemingly the first time in forever, completely dry. Not a drop on my clothes. That this feels like a victory ought to concern me, but I’ll damn well savor it. Technically, in this timeline, I haven’t pissed myself once. Once I’ve redressed, I make my way over to the gas station. I give a wink to the boy at the counter and linger long enough to watch him blush, then I take the five-minute walk over to the McDonald’s and order a late lunch. Chicken nuggets and fries never tasted so good. I text Alex the directions and start up a game of Words with Friends on my phone. Get a coffee so the McDonald’s staff don’t kick me out, not that it’s in any way busy here. Just a middle-aged couple and a few local teens. I might have encountered the one time a fast-food joint is actually overstaffed. A full two hours later, I see a familiar car pull in. I’m on my third cup of coffee, but you damn well know I’m visiting the ladies’ room before we leave. Alex rushes in and only sends a nod in my direction before running off to the restrooms. Mark comes in at a more leisurely pace. He goes over to the counter and orders a Big Mac, then comes to sit with me. “A semi fell on its side, somehow,” he says. “We were stuck there for almost four hours total, but finally they got it cleared up.” Alex is in the restroom a worryingly long time. Finally, she comes out, eyes downcast. I look her over and notice… My god. There’s a wet spot the size of a peach on the front of her skirt. “Sprung a leak?” I ask. “Shut up! If I’d known it was going to be this long I’d’ve come with you!” Her lip trembles and I know her well enough to see that she’s about to cry. “Come here,” I say, and pull her into a hug. She buries her face in my back. “It’s okay, accidents happen,” I say. I’d know, although she doesn’t know that I know. And quietly, so Mark won’t hear, I whisper to her, “I won’t let you forget this, sister.” It might be a little bit mean, but I think I earned it with pee, sweat and tears. I use the restroom before we leave and make it home dry. Maybe there is a god after all.
    3 points
  14. Work has been getting fairly busy lately and we've had more that needs to get done every day, so my supervisor has asked requested that some of us put in some extra hours to take. I don't typically mind staying later since my commute is short and there are plenty of places around to grab food if necessary, so I volunteered to stay a couple of extra nights a week. Typically everyone is out by 5 PM and the place is deserted by 6, so very little effort will connect the dots. Through my work day, I usually sip on a water bottle that I refill every two hours. When I refill it, I usually feel a minor need to relieve myself and take the opportunity to use the restroom. So, on the day I decided to work late, I followed my schedule, as usual. Every time I filled my water bottle, I felt a small swell of excitement at my later plans. Part of me wanted to not take my bathroom breaks at all, but I could never last the entire day, especially with all the water I regularly drink. So, when 5 PM rolled around and my coworkers started to pack it up, I filled my bottle and deliberately ignored my minor need and sat back down and continued working. People started shuffling out and a half hour later, I was alone. I was starting to feel a little more desperate, but I was able to work past it fairly well with my legs crossed, thigh pressed tight, and foot jittering a bit. Thankfully, my work is distracting, so while my need started to feel pressing, I felt I could easily press on for a long while, sipping my water bottle all the way. Occasionally, I would reach down and give myself a reassuring squeeze which helped me keep my focus a bit. Finally around 7, I took a sip from my water bottle, but found it empty. Instinctively, I rose to go fill it again, but my bladder immediately made itself known and called for relief. I squeezed my legs together a doubled over a bit and figured it was now or never. I straightened myself out and regained my composure. I've been practicing walking with a full bladder so I wouldn't give clues to anyone else I happen to run into about my predicament and managed a very normal walk out of the office and to the restroom without too much trouble. I stared at myself in the mirror and let myself clamp my legs together to help with control. I wondered briefly how much longer I could hold, shifting my weight from one leg to the other, clamped down tight with one hand between my legs. The bathrooms on my floor are connected to the gym, supporting locker rooms and a shower, so I walked through the locker rooms and the gym just to be sure no one was around, all the while my poor bladder begging for relief. Sure that I was alone, I snuck back into the locker room and stood in the shower. I decided to torture myself a bit and decided that I would spread my legs and let my pee rush just short of the opening before clamping down. (Un)fortunately, I couldn't stop it soon enough and let a jet shoot out into my panties. I quickly went to bring my legs together and hold myself, but stopped. I shook a bit with excitement and felt my peehole quiver as it fought to regain control. I enjoyed the feeling of the slight dampness and surveyed the damage: nothing visible. I decided to let go of another burst, but I'd only managed to stop myself after about two seconds. My bladder screamed for relief as I saw the wetness slowly grow on the front of my pants and felt some minor streaks down my legs. I decided enough was enough and finally let the flood gates open as everything streamed down my legs, throughout soaking me. I could feel a bit toward the beginning collect in the crotch of my pants before it cascaded down my legs. When I was finally done, my heart was beating fast and I could feel the heat in my face. I checked over in the mirror again and loved the show of wetness; thought I was wearing black, I could see a sizable patch on my crotch, streams down my legs, and even a bit towards the bottom of my ass. I peaked out the bathroom, coast clear, and hurried back to my desk to clean up and call it a day. The building was entirely empty, but I could feel my heart with every step before finally rushing into my car. I sat in a mini high, wondering if I had actually just gone through with this, the dampness against my legs returning a resounding yes.
    2 points
  15. Version 1.0.0

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    Caireen & Aubrey put on pullups and try on clothes
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  16. I like to save a big pile of dishes, then when about to leak desperate, try to hold my pee until finished. It requires, some pee dancing, or holding myself, but more often than not I either finish dry or with just a few leaks, wetting the front of my jeans down to the crotch. Perhaps I didn't have to pee bad enough on those occasions, but I was so overfull, I couldn't stand up straight. Occasionally though I lose and pee gushes down my legs and drips from my crotch onto the floor. I also take a shower when so desperate my pee feels like it is going to come out. Frequently I may leak while adjusting the water , or when I first get in the shower. Sometimes, the initial leak is enough pressure relief that I regain control until I finish showering, others, I can't stop until my bladder is half empty. For me by fat the most difficult challenge is standing in front of the toilet when very desperate, struggling to not pee in my pants. My bladder equates the toilet with relief, and I find it almost impossible to hold it in. It usually ends up in a fail. The most common challenge I use is I must hold my pee until I finish doing something , or watching a TV program. I usually make it ( or at least almost), but getting to the toilet dry afterward is very difficult.
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  17. I'm very happy to have stumbled upon this thread. This is a really interesting app, I've been wanting something like this! Sometimes I subject myself to a somewhat similar "manual" version by rolling dice, drawing cards, etc., but having the interface and watching the meter fill up is great. One thing I wish it had is a mode where it controls the player's drinking as well as granting/withholding permission to pee. In other words, instead of the slider for drink amounts (where the player reports their own drinking), it would periodically prompt the player to drink a certain amount. I'm playing around with the source code, and this would actually be relatively easy to add. Anybody have suggestions for how to set up the mechanics of a Required Drinking mode? The simplest would just be to have a required drink every, say, 15 minutes, with a random volume each time scaled to the current bladder capacity. (e.g., for the default 500ml capacity, each required drink might be randomized between 50ml and 150ml. Another option is for the drinking to be linked to the permission requests: The "you may not pee." response could randomly come with a requirement to drink more, and the "you may pee" response would require following peeing with a big extra drink. Thoughts?
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  18. https://twitter.com/OmoAmelia/media Its from this girl.
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  19. Although Kassandra often had these night-time accidents, she prided herself on her capability to stay dry throughout the day. Only in her dreams did her panties and jeans overfill with urine and embarrass her in front of her peers. No one else knew of her embarrassing mornings such as this one; the oddly satisfying warm sensation, the squishy padding against her skin, the swollen, bulging, and yellowed pullups. They knew none of it. Kassandra intended to keep it that way, until the events of that day would come to pass. With a loud plop, her pullup hit the floor of her bathroom as she stepped out of it and threw it in the trash with the others. Kassandra showered and changed into her school clothes: (ordinary) panties, jeans, a large sweater, and a modest shirt. She grabbed sat down and made herself some breakfast: instant oatmeal and a glass of orange juice. Although she had been advised to kick her habit due to the bedwetting, Kassandra was hopelessly addicted to caffeine. She boiled some water in a kettle and ground up the beans. Kassandra noticed the time on the clock, prompting her to chug the orange juice and pour what coffee she could into a tall thermos to take with her to school. Kassandra sipped at her hot coffee on the brisk walk to her school. Kassandra didn't want to be late again; frequent showers in the morning would often slow her down. Kassandra thought that maybe on the mornings her diaper didn't leak she could get away with simply using a baby wipe on her skin. With just a minute and a half left to spare, Kassandra took her seat in class. Julie sat directly behind her, packed in close because the classroom was cramped. Kassandra continued to sip her coffee, catching her breath and waiting for math class to begin. Everyone else settled in, their chairs squeaking as they took their places. The caffeine helped to wake her up and prepare herself for the material. For the first part of class, she remained focused on the material. A flurry of equations transferred themselves from Mrs. Z. to her open notebook. Her only distraction was the occasional squeaking as Julie shifted in her seat behind Kassandra. Her high dose of caffeine also had one more side effect, a one she was very used to. Although she felt the pressure building up inside of her, Kassandra knew that she could wait until the end of class to empty her bladder. So why did she have so many bad dreams that ended with a puddle below her seat, the bathroom floor, or the area in front of the chalkboard? Maybe, she thought, she should build a reliable way to distinguish dream from reality, so her pee ended up in the toilet instead of on herself in the night. With the caffeine surging through her veins and the coffee gradually joining the orange juice in her stressed bladder, Kassandra quietly opened a blank page in the back of her math notebook. The squeaking from behind became slightly more frequent. Was Julie's chair really that bad? Timidly, she began to put pen to paper, starting with a tally of the week's accidents thus far: Bedwetting accidents this week: ||| Dear Diary, Last night I had another accident. I dreamed that I was in class and I couldn't go to the bathroom. I held it for so long that it hurt and when I made it to the toilet I just couldn't take it any more. I ended up peeing all over myself and getting the bathroom floor wet. The scariest part is, the relief felt good. I woke up and my pullup was soaking wet again!!! I can't believe I'm still peeing myself. With her brief entry over, Julie was about to close her book. She had taken much time to write it: re-visiting her recent past only made her more desperate and uncomfortable. Plus, remembering the exact details proved to be difficult. The loud noises of the chair behind her hadn't helped. The caffeine had ensured that she stayed very focused her work, however. With just half an hour left, Kassandra was feeling bursting and uncomfortable. In this last interval of class, Kassandra often fantasized about the blissful relief of pissing into the toilet. She thought about her dream some more, conjuring vague images of the lush waterfall and of the warmth in her panties. Her bladder was screaming for relief! Suddenly, a loud squeak startled her as Julie inched forward. Kassandra jumped, still feeling jittery from the caffeine. Without warning, a spurt escaped into her cotton panties! With all of her might, Kassandra reacted quickly and suppressed the warm flow which threatened to destroy her reputation. She looked at Julie, panicked. Julie whispered sharply "Hey, I really have to pee, have you been taking notes?" before glimpsing into her notebook. Blushing, Kassandra rapidly thumbed through to where she had been writing before, almost dropping her notebook in the process. What had she seen? Was she going to tell someone? Julie continued to shuffle in her seat, wiggling her butt desperately. "You OK, Kassandra?," Julie asked. "I'm fine. Here are the notes I've been taking." Kassandra blushed. She hadn't seen anything. "Great, I'll be right back," Julie said. Just like she said, Julie raised her hand and asked to use the bathroom. Mrs. Z. granted her the hall pass and she continued. Something about this felt familiar, yet Kassandra could not quite nail it down. Kassandra watched Julie leave the room, growing desperate and mirroring Julie's subtle thigh squeezes and crotch grabs. Some part of Kassandra felt a slight sense of deja vu, and a growing sense that she would need to take action immediately to keep her panties dry. Well, mostly dry. She shrugged off the feeling, knowing that it does no good to catastrophize. The minutes slowly ticked by as class advanced, with no sign of Julie yet. She must have really had to pee! Kassandra found herself growing increasingly desperate, shifting in her seat and shamelessly holding onto her crotch. Fortunately, she was able to hold on without letting any more dribbles escape into her panties until the agonizing class had finally ended. The blaring sound of the bell rang out and Kassandra shot up out of her seat like a rocket. Rapidly, she packed her notebooks and pen into her backpack and made a bee line to the girls' room. Other students flooded out of the room after her, shambling to their next classes. She reached the bathroom with her dignity mostly intact, though she was doing the potty dance. She reached the bathroom before most anyone else, on account of her speed. However, she found that of the three stalls were in use. In the nearest one, she the sound of another girl peeing set her into full emergency mode. Shuffling back and forth between her feet, she made her way to the remaining stall at the end of the room, slightly dribbling along the way. She couldn't think about that right now though, she had to go! Briefly, she removed her hand from her crotch to whip open the stall door. There it was, the toilet. The sight caused the loss of another spurt into her jeans before she could undo her buckle. In a single, swift motion, Kassandra sat on the toilet, already peeing. In that moment, her relief was palpable and orgasmic. Pee cascaded from within her like the waterfall in her dreams, returning her mentally to that place. She moaned and sighed in relief as the torrent of piss safely entered the bowl, far away from her dampened panties. After a seemingly long amount of time, the flow subsided and she decided to wipe herself and inspect the damage. Her panties were mostly soaked, but only a slight amount had wet her jeans. Almost no point in wiping, she thought; her panties were quite wet. As she thought about what to do, Kassandra heard a small whimper from the next stall over. She heard quiet sobbing and sniffling, making her wonder what was going on. She pulled her wet panties back up and pulled her jeans back on. Only a small wet spot was visible on her crotch of her light-colored jeans; she pulled her sweater down to hide it. Kassandra flushed, opened the stall, and stepped out. Except for the crying girl and herself, the bathroom was now empty. She knocked on the door. Through her sobbing, the girl in the stall asked "y-yes?" Kassandra recognized her voice immediately. It was Julie! Awkwardly, Kassandra asked "are you OK in there?" After a brief pause, Julie replied "Wait, Kassandra, is that you?" Kassandra said "yes, are you all right?" Julie said through the door: "I uh... had an accident in here", sniffling. Kassandra looked down. Just then, a small puddle of pee crept from beneath the stall door. "It's OK Julie, it happens sometimes," Kassandra offered. After a long pause, Kassandra began to feel deeply sympathetic. Her own pants were slightly wet. Just a few minutes more and it would be Kassandra in the bathroom stall with soaking thighs. Then, Kassandra got an idea. "Julie, I can help you." The sobbing stopped. "Really?" Julie unlocked the door and pulled it towards herself. Her jeans were soaked with pee. Dark patches had wrapped around her ass and thighs, clinging to her skin. She sat on the toilet, the toilet she had just barely missed. With her waterlogged sneakers, she stepped cautiously through her puddle, standing just behind the open door. Kassandra removed her sweater, nervous about her wet stain. "Here, use this to hide the stain until you get to the school nurse. I won't tell anyone." Julie replied sheepishly: "thanks Kassandra" before wrapping the sweater around her waist. "Are you sure you don't need it?" Kassandra blushed deeply, her embarrassing pee stain wasn't as invisible as she had thought. But as someone of her word, Kassandra firmly replied "I'm sure. Now get yourself a change of clothes." Julie smiled and said "thanks again. And please don't tell anyone!" Kassandra vowed that her lips were sealed. Julie walked to the exit of the bathroom quickly, before turning around. "By the way, I saw your diary. We should have a sleepover sometime, I don't mind." With that, Julie exited, leaving Kassandra behind, frozen in place. ... Later that day, Julie and Kassandra waved at each other in the hallway. Julie was wearing a different pair of pants, as expected. Kassandra was about to leave to go home, opening her locker to grab something out of it. As the door swung open, a small piece of paper fell out. Kassandra picked it up and read it: a phone number and a heart.
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  25. Hi, I am currently trying to challenge myself to create some animated diaper edits. Maybe I'm in the minority here, but I don't watch a whole lot of anime outside of this community (I don't really watch very many cartoons or shows in general). So I have close to nothing to go off of as to what scenes from which animes would make good diaper edits. So if you can, could you suggest some scenes? Preferably scenes that are between 15 seconds to 2 minutes in length (although they can be longer) and they should be scenes where the diapers will be obvious (I'd rather not just add some bulge to someone's clothing or have the bottom of a diaper peak out from underneath someone's clothing every few seconds; something more interesting). I can't guarantee how many, if any suggestions will get done since I am really busy with other things, and I am generally new to animation, I am just trying to build up a list of scenes that I could possibly make diaper edits of if I have enough down time to work on one.
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  26. She never lets me go, so I just decided to go...in my tight jeans and slippers! ??https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c
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  27. Bursting Bryony Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them. Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine. The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon. Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today. She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on. Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’ She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm. Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process. Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on. ‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’ ‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’ Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes! Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst! She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette. Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed. Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day.
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  28. Let me start by saying that I know there are plenty of these topics and threads on here already. Some of the other threads I see suggest all the same ideas or don’t really go into detail. I wanted to make a post of my own that shares my ideas and gives other people ideas on how to wet in public, but without suggesting thing that will leave a mess like “just go to the mall and pee while walking around” or “just go into the bathroom stall and pee on the floor instead of using the toilet” even tho those sound like they’d be so much fun it’s not right to make a mess that someone else has to clean up One of my biggest fantasies is to go to the movies and just pee whenever I felt the need to throughout the whole movie or get really desperate and try to hold till the end but giving up and flooding the seat. Another one of my fantasies is to pee in a public changing room especially one that has carpets. However, I could never bring myself to do that though because it’d be making a mess that would be too difficult to clean up and would damage another persons property. To that got me thinking about what are other ways to sneakily pee in public but not make a mess that someone else would have to clean up. I’ve put together a list of ways to sneakily wet/ pee in public but still feel like you are being naughty without making a mess that someone else will have to clean up. - on the beach: this one is obvious. Wether you want to wet in your bathing suit or jeans, day or night the beach/ boardwalk gives you plenty of options. You could wet while walking along the beach or you could let go while your standing. You could pee while sunbathing. You could go in the ocean and let loose. You could pee while sitting in the sand either packing it close to your crotch or digging a hole to pee in. You could crawl under the boardwalk and sneak a pee under there. You could pee while using one of the beach showers. While walking along the board walk. Since most people spend a whole day at the beach , you could drink loads of water and do all of these. Endless possibilities at the beach because it’ll all wash away either with rain, the ocean, or the sun will dry it up. -parking lot/ parking garage: this ones nice because as opposed to wetting while in the store/mall and making a mess someone else has to mop up, your pee will dry up on its own or wash away in rain. You could walk around inside the store or mall while super desperate and when you feel like you can’t make it head towards your car and pee on our way there or You could do your grocery shopping while desperate and let loose while loading the groceries into the car. That way as soon as your done wetting you could get in your car and leave. No one should notice if your sneaky about it, and people don’t care to watch you while loading groceries to notice. You could pull into a parking spot, get out of your car ,pretend to check your tires and pee as your walking around your car. If you are in a Parking garage you could pop a squat by your car and pee. Or you could slowly pee yourself as your walking around the parking lot/ parking garage looking for your car. While parked, you could sit in your car and pee having it land outside your car. - at the pool: this one is similar to the beach but may be considered a bit rude. Obviously peeing in the pool, whether it’s slowly while your swimming, all at once, while doing a flip or a hand stand, while on a pool float, while sitting on the edge and having it flood around you and pour into the pool, or while jumping in there’s many ways to make peeing in the pool more fun. If it’s at a water park or hotel pool you could pee while laying on one of the reclining chairs. You can pee while getting out of the pool. If it’s a backyard pool you can get out and pee in the grass. - front / back yard: this ones good if your shy to do something too public because your still at home and can easily run inside and change when done. You can pee while doing yard work. While getting the mail. As you're bringing in the groceries. While walking into/ out from your car. While mowing the lawn. - at the park: I know it’s weird to be at the park by yourself as an adult but these are just some suggestions. Let loose on the swing, either just sitting on the swing or while swinging. You could pee while at the top ,while sliding down the slide or while sitting at the bottom of the slide. Yes it may leave a little puddle on the slide but if you do it late at night or while it’s raining it’ll dry up or wash away by the time someone slides down it. You could pee while playing on the park set itself because they usually have holes in them so they aren’t soaked after the rain, so your pee will just flow right through it. You could pee while walking around the park or the pond if your park has a pond. You could sit on a bench or at a picnic table and pee. -at the store : before you say “ but that’ll leave a puddle someone else has to clean up,” hear me out. Some stores like Walmart, Home Depot , Lowe’s etc. have outdoor sections. You can wet while in the outdoor section and the pee puddle who’ll wash away in the rain or the sun will dry it up. Sometimes there are leaking hoses in the outdoor sections, you could stand in the puddle that the hose made and pee, your puddle will blend in with the hose and no one would be suspicious. You could walk around the store while desperate and when you start leaking or can’t hold it anymore go to the outdoor section and let loose. Peeing while squatting is always fun and it spreads nicer too so you could crouch down to look at stuff on lower shelves and let go . You make as many puddles as you want letting little spurts go every time you stop. Or you could pee while walking around and make one path of pee. - miscellaneous : something like the flea market, you could pee while walking around there. Or at a concert if it’s outdoors, instead of leaving the concert to go pee just let loose where you stand. If your in college, wetting while walking around campus, or while walking to your car after class. You could go for a walk or a jog and pee while your out. While at the gym you could pee above any drains in the changing room or while in the shower. If there’s any other ways to pee in public that I didn’t mention that you want to add or if you want to add on to what I have, please do so! These are just the ones I was able to throw together off the top of my head. Some tips to hide the wettings: wear dark clothes, if you're in a bathing suit no one will be able to tell if it’s pee or water unless you wet while your bathing suit was dry, and if you leave as soon as your done wetting you’re less likely to get caught. If you don’t want the wetting to show you can always wear layers or wear a dress/skirt.
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  30. So here's my first ever attempt at anything like this using my oc Nybble
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    "Are those uniform?" I turn to see Angie - my boss - leering over me and pointing at my toes. "Pardon?" "Those shoes," she says, looking me in the eye with her steely gaze. "Not really uniform are they?" "Err..." "You know there's a reason we have a uniform." "Oh come off it, Angie!" I moan, sliding a hand into my pocket. "My other shoes are dirty - I can get away with these for one day, right?" "How did your other shoes get dirty?" "The, err, rain yesterday. I got them muddy on the way home," I say to her. Actually I woke up late and couldn't find them, but it was pretty muddy yesterday. "Well they still aren't uniform," she says with a sneer. "What, you want me to take them off? Should I do my shift barefoot?" "...Don't let it happen again," she snarls at me. She turns to walk out the staff-room, stopping at the door and turning to me. "I'll be making a note of this." She says before walking out. I stick my tongue out at her as the door closes behind her. They're just trainers. Who really cares about shoes, right? It's not even like they're a bright colour - they're black, just like the uniform shoes. And a lot comfier, mind you. Does anyone even look at our shoes at work? Like who actually cares abou- "Forgot your shoes again Amy?" There's a voice from the door. It's Charlie, one of my coworkers. "Maybe," I say with a smirk. She smirks back. "Angie have a go at you?" "Of course." "The same Angie who spilled gravy on her shoes last week, then came in the next day in studded boots?" "Did she actually?" "Yeah," Charlie laughs. "She got a right earful off Mick." "You on your break?" "Yeah," She says, taking a seat on the little stool by the wall, pulling a sandwich out of her bag. "God! Been a long shift. Some customers, let me tell you..." "What's happened today?" I ask with a feigned sigh. "Oh, the usual... Well, not quite," She says, beginning to laugh. "Someone today complained about their gazpacho soup starter. You'll never guess what was wrong with it." "What was it?" "They wanted it warmed up!" She giggles. "You should have seen the way his friends looked at him when he angrily told me the chefs didn't know what they were doing! I could have died!" "Ha!" "His mates told him it was meant to be cold! I wish you could have seen him cringe! Went as red as the soup," she says, giggling all the while. "Still, he made up for it with a generous tip." I stand up and drop my bag to one of the other stools, taking out my work shirt. "Was he anyone I knew?" "Maybe," Charlie says, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "He was the regular with the curly hair." She goes on, spitting out bread crumbs. "Oh, him!" I say, taking my shirt off and draping my work shirt over my shoulders. "With the wide nose?" "That's the one." Charlie grins to me. "No time to iron, either?" "Hm? Oh!" I look down at my crinkled shirt as I do the buttons up. "Do you think Angie will notice?" "She notices everything," Charlie reminds me. "She had a go at me one time for wearing odd socks." "Really? Odd socks?" I say, dropping my jeans to my feet and stepping out of them. "You're telling me," she says through another mouthful. "I left them in her locker after my shift. She wasn't pleased with that." "Especially with the state of your socks," I smirk, pulling up my work skirt. "I'll have you know my socks are just fine." "Pretty sure they've set off the smoke alarms more often than the toaster," I add, tying my apron around my waist. She sticks her tongue out at me as I move to the mirror. Well, I'm not the best presented today, with my un-ironed white blouse and my black trainers, but I'd call myself passable. The rest of my uniform is more or less fine. Dark grey skirt, white apron, grey tights. Familiar sight. My hair could be better, but maybe my mussy hay-coloured ponytail will offset my wrinkled blouse. If not, the apron covers most of it. Still, I've come in looking worse. So's Charlie, for that matter. "Looking on point," Charlie says to me, biting into her sandwich and giving me the 'okay' symbol with her free hand. I give her some finger guns back. "Out to work then," I sigh, giving myself one last look in the mirror. "Gotta use the loo first." "Good luck getting past Angie," Charlie mumbles through bread. I roll my eyes at her knowingly. "Ah! Amy!" Comes a horribly familiar voice as I leave the staff room. "Got a couple sat down at table four, go and get their order." "I just gotta use the loo real qui-" "First the shoes, now this - no, go and server table four." "But I need to go!" "You're meant to go before work, get to it," she growls. I frown as she briskly turns away to deal with something in the kitchen. Technically, she's right. I should have gone before work. But I woke up late! I didn't have time to go this morning, and then I missed my train, so I bought some Red-Bull and missed the next train (Bloody thing was early!) so I had to wait for a third - I didn't know if that would be early too so I didn't dare leave the platform, then that train was late so I sat around for a good fifteen minutes for nothing, then I'm bricking it on the whole ride to work because I thought I was an hour late, then I checked the roster to find I'd been moved forward an hour and all my panicking was for nothing, then I got to work just on time. No time for a toilet break at any point, and the Red-Bull was a poor idea. Now Angie won't let me use the toilet. Bitch. Why did it have to be Angie today? Why couldn't we have Dan today? Dan's pretty cool. He doesn't get hung up on footwear, or stop us using the toilet. Sometimes he lets us have a drink on the job too. I like Dan. Still, it is what it is - and what it is is me trying to ignore an uncomfortably full bladder while I try to take an order from table four. I do my best to walk forward without rubbing my legs together as I make my way to the table. Work goes as one might expect from a usual day. I take table four's order and relay it to the kitchen. Then I direct in some more customers to a table. Then I ask Angie if I can use the toilet. Then I try not to frown as I take the new group's order after Angie's told me to hold it. Then I bring in table four's starters, one in each hand - it's a lot harder to balance when it feels like I've got a balloon in my belly. What's even harder is bring them a bottle of wine, hearing it swish back and forth, trying to look natural and ignore the fact I think I'm blushing as I put it on the table. It's agony to watch as I pour it into the glass for the girl, hearing it splash and trickle into the glass, watching her swirl it around the glass like she knows what she's doing, then pouring in more. I'm no stranger to holding it in for a long time - there's been plenty of long study sessions where I've put off using the toilet to finish an essay - hell, there have been plenty of close calls after the essays were finished. And there was one time that I ended up 'using the toilet' as I was finishing the summary. Worth it though, I got top marks on that paper. Desk smelled a bit funny afterwards... A crashing sound from behind me as I walk away from table four cuts my thought process short. I close my eyes before I turn around. When I open them I can see the wine bottle on the floor, shattered to pieces. A puddle of white wine is slowly making its way toward me. "Sorry!" The man says at the table, smiling at me. "It's quite alright," I lie to him. "I'll bring you a new one right away." The kitchen doors close behind me as I walk in, going straight for the cupboard. I ignore the call of the bathroom door to my right as I take out some cleaning roll, a dust pan, and a brush. It hurts to turn my back on it as I walk back out. Angie catches me before I can leave. "What's happened now?" She asks. "Dropped something?" "A customer, in fact," I say to her, frowning. "Dropped a bottle as I left the table." "Nothing to do with you then?" She asks. I give her a sickly smile and walk out. "Awfully sorry," the man says as I walk up to the table. I put the wine in front of him, then bend down to the floor. The pressure on my bladder skyrockets, and it takes some effort to not moan. "It's alright," I repeat, still lying. "It happens, right?" "Well quite," the girl says. "Good thing you'd walked away at least," the man says as I wipe up the wine. The wet touch of wine through the cloth makes me wince again as my bladder begs for relief. I'm almost jealous of the wine bottle and the fact it's now completely empty. I throw the wet tissue into the dustpan and start sweeping up the glass. "If you'd have been closer it would have spilled on your uniform," the man says. "Might have got some on your....shoes." It takes some effort, but I manage to not tell him to fuck off. Instead I smile at him and turn to walk away, bringing the dustpan with me. "Excuse me!" Someone besides me calls out as I'm walking down the restaurant. It's a middle aged man, waving his plate to me. "I ordered the steak well done - this is very pink," he says, prodding it with his knife. I look at the dustpan in my hand, then back at him. He doesn't flinch. "My apologies sir," I say to him, offering my hand out to him. He gives me the plate. "I'll bring it back to you well done." Well done? Who the fuck has their steak well done? It's enough to distract me from my bladder for a second, but not long. I push open the kitchen door with one foot, shooting pressure into my bladder again, making me wince. Angie greets me and takes the plate out my hand. "What's wrong with this?" "N-not cooked enough," I say to her. I blush at the stutter. "He wanted it well done." "It is well done." "Do you want to go and argue with him?" I ask, emptying the dustpan into the bin. She doesn't respond. "Can I go to the toilet now?" "No, you can go on break." "But Angie, I-" "No buts, you should have gone before." "I'm going to go in my uniform!" "You're going-" She shouts, turning back to me with a new plate. "To bring this to table eight." I frown at her. She smiles at me. It's no use arguing with her. I don't really have any other choice than to hold it. I don't really have long that I can though. I bring the plate over to table eight. They all give me some gormless looks and glance at each other, trying to figure out who it belonged to. After a painful minute they decide it belongs to the balding man on the end. "Oh, before you leave," says one of the women on the table. "Could you refill our water?" Fuck. "Of course," I say with a smile, taking the empty jug from the table. Filling it up is agony. The water splashes into the jug, swirling around as it fills. Each splash and drip is painful to look at, reminding me of the building pressure inside me, building up like a volcano, ready to erupt in my- Shit! That felt warm. Please tell me that wasn't what I thought it was. I shuffle my legs together on the spot, trying to figure out what it was. A quickly cooling feeling between my legs tells me it's what I was dreading. I leaked. It's only a little though. Just - just the tiniest of dribbles. I can hold it. Shit! It's coming out - not me, the jug! I've over filled it! I pull the jug away from the tap and pour some out, trying to ignore the splashing sounds of the water hitting the sink. I cross one leg over the other and pray that no one can see me. I turn around with the jug in both hands, trying to ignore the cooling spot in my tights as I walk back to the table. I place the jug down and- "Sorry, could I get a refill?" The balding man at the end of the table raises his empty glass to me. I smile at him and pick up the jug. My aching bladder begs me to put it down, but I mustn't. I bring the jug over to his glass and begin pouring. The splash is almost enough for me to relax on the spot, but I barely maintain my composure, slowly filling the glass. I really hope he doesn't notice me screwing my face up as it pours. "Thank you very much," he says, waiting for me to stop pouring. I almost flick water into my face as I yank the jug back, thankful that I don't have to hear it spilling out a second longer. He gives me an odd look, but I don't care. I smile weakly at him as I put the jug down. I can't hold it any more though - I need to pee, and I need to pee now. I make my way to the kitchen. My bladder almost gives way as I march into the kitchen at the back. The second I'm out of view of customers I slam my hands between my thighs, rushing to the toilet door. "Where are you going?" Comes Angie's voice from across the room. "T-toilet!" I shout back, turning to face her. "I can't hold it!" "Yes you can." She frowns, walking over to me. She hands me the steak from before. "Take this, you can go after." "T-thanks!" I moan, relieved just to hear that soon I can pee. I can barely focus on the plate in my hand as I walk out - the pressure from my bladder is just too much. Each step hurts - first as I lift my leg which pushes on my bladder, and second as my foot hits the ground and sends a shock-wave directly through it. With every single step. The short walk to the table might as well be miles for all it feels like. I smile as I reach the table, leaning forward to put the plate down. Another hot spurt in my tights. I can't do this anymore. I feel my eye twitch as I place the steak down - I don't wait for a response as I turn away, almost running back to the bathroom. "Excuse me!" FUCK. I turn around to hear the man from table four. He beckons me over. "Is our main going to be much longer?" He asks. I go to answer him, but no words come out. That's when I know I've gone too long. My bladder stops being painful - it goes up a step. I can feel all the built up pressure now, mounting up inside me in an unpleasantly hot wave, building up through my chest. I look down and force myself not to moan. I clamp my legs together, blushing at the thought of them looking at me. "Is everything...okay?" I hear the woman ask. I can barely bring up my head to look at her - it's as if my bladder is pulling my head in. I bring one leg up the other, trying harder and harder to resist the mounting pressure - the desperate wave that's about to push against me. I can feel myself tearing up. The pressure keeps building for what feels like hours, all the while this couple is watching my every move. I've never been as embarrassed - but something tells me the worst is yet to come, and it's going to come down my legs. My breathing gets short and fast as every last muscle in my body fights against my bladder - I can't go, not now! Not in front of customers. I just have to... FUUUUUUCK. It's back. The warmth between my legs. I felt it come out of me, and now I can feel it slowly trickling down my inner thigh - and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's just a matter of time now until they can see it running under my skirt. Another powerful wave of desperation sweeps over me, and this time I can't stop a moan. The woman says something, but I can't make it out - all my focus is on stopping my bladder, and it's beginning to fail. The warm trail between my legs begins to pick up speed, now I can feel it coming out of me as I stand on the spot. One last burst of energy (and an embarrassingly loud moan) is all I can muster to halt the tide that's about to burst out of me - and it's not enough. I sigh out heavily, lurching forward as my bladder takes total control. I can hear the hiss as it forces itself to empty into my uniform. The warmth immediately cascades down my legs, splattering onto the ground at my feet. But I've lost the energy to care - right now, the only thing I feel is relief. And God is it good! All the pressure built up in me is now pouring out in a powerful stream, straight down my legs and soaking into my tights. It floods into my shoes, warming my feet as pee coats them entirely. The puddle beneath me ripples and splashes as pee pours off my legs, flicking hot droplets onto my ankles. The shallow pants from moments ago are replaced by long, drawn out sighs. The world seems to hold still, waiting for my bladder to empty. Watching and staring as urine soaks down my legs, soaking into even my skirt which clings to my wet tights, inviting in more pee and soaking them almost black as it seeps through the material in a round stain that blossoms around my backside. My knees begin to go weak, losing strength almost as quickly as my bladder loses its contents onto the floor below. I grab ahold of the table in front of me for balance. The relief begins to fade away from me as my bladder reaches half empty. The still growing puddle on the wood floor beneath me now engulfs both my feet. I squeeze my toes together and try not to giggle as they squish. I don't quite know why, but I'm getting the growing urge to giggle, even as warm pee continues to splash down my legs. It feels like hours that I'm stood there before the dripping stops. Stood there, in front of these people - in view of the entire restaurant...wetting myself. I'm almost expecting them to break into applause. I breathe out one last sigh and decide that the only thing I can do now is try to act like it never happened. I force myself off the table and stand unsteadily in front of the couple. I cast them a polite smile. "Your mains will be ready in just a moment." I'm about to turn away when the woman calls me back. "You might want to bring some tissues with you." I cast her a look so stern I could see her physically recoil. I quickly turn back to hide the smile from how proud I am of that. Well Angie didn't really want me taking this to management. Because she knows that she'd be fired. Ideally out of a cannon. So she struck a deal with me; I got to go home early - which was a given - but she also gave me Monday off. And today's Friday. And I have weekends off. She gave me her tips for the day too, and removed the note about my trainers. Maybe I should wet myself more often at work.
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  36. THIS. And other adventures. I always get worried though. If something were to happen, like an accident. Now I'm being airlifted off a mountain with a broken leg and the medical staff and rescue skiers see what I am wearing. But I have strongly considered doing this during snowy days in general. The puffy snow pants and the swish swish sound they make are overkill at hiding the biggest of diapers. ' I do recall an instance (years ago) where I was at a Ski Lodge at Snoqualmie Pass. And a fellow lodger around my age was wearing some sort of pullup (probably for bedwetting) as I could hear the distinct crinkle exclusive to goodnites. He was nonchalantly wearing them everywhere in the lodge under his underarmor leggings. And I am pretty sure he did not bother to change when he left for the drifts for several hours and came back. Sure enough I heard the distinct crinkling. Though the idea of wearing during skiing is extremely practical. Using a toilet can take time, be awkward with your boots and layers, and inconvenient when you're at the top of the path.
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  37. I hope the full blown accidents she mentioned before weren't too terrible for her.
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  38. I’m the night manager at a gas station. We run as much of a skeleton crew during holidays as possible because it’s time and a half pay. Not my decision but whatever. I came in to close the Thanksgiving shift, to be told by the person I was relieving that she had been holding her pee for three hours! The opener had left very quickly without asking if she needed a break first, and she had been super busy all day, no time for even a quick pee break. She was the only person in the store so couldn’t get away from the register. I will admit I did take a look at the cameras and she was pee dancing a decent amount when nobody else was around. Nothing too crazy though.
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    I found this video of this smoking hot latina desperately peeing herself in front of the toilet https://www.pornhub.com/viewvideo.php?viewkey=ph5d233d9324f13
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  40. well it's simple. LGBT community taught you how to discriminate people based on dumb stereotype that non-LGBT people are all haters of some sort. which is pretty much what ALL identity groups do - turn against each other. we vs. them. that's how hate develops, that's how fights begin and that's how war starts. drop the group identity crap, be what you are and embrace yourself as an individual, and see other people as individuals and judge them based on their individual qualities rather than group identity. i'm a straight man and i don't mind at all if a gay man watches a video of me wetting myself.
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    This is a series from PissJapanTV where a man with a camera notices women with odd behavior walking along and follows them. When they think they are out of sight of anyone they pull there panties aside and start pissing. Not long after they start going they notice the man. Unable to stop the flow most girls cover there face while others start yelling at him or telling him to leave. After they are finally finished most the women just up and run away while some pursue the man. Enjoy
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  42. I know there are already a few threads similar to this, but I think that just confirms how good Gmod is for these sorts of sculpture-style art pieces. These first two images are Overwatch -themed. The characters and other art assets belong to their original creators.
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  44. Hello

    Hey Tom, welcome to omorashi.org! I'm sure you'll find everyone to be quite welcoming ^.^, Diaper Lover, actually
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  45. Hello

    What's a DL? Drug Lord? Haha just kidding man welcome to the site. :)
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