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  1. Also, here's a preview of 6 panel desperation comics that I created for a patron. If you're interested to buy, please dm me! The comic contains heavy drinking, tight clothes, deliberate holding and wetting!
    5 points
  2. I once peed into a pencil holder just to get enough relief to keep holding until the bathroom was free but that was the only time. I spent hours and hours squirming and holding bursting to go though and I recall sticking pads in my knickers once or twice to help with spurts.
    3 points
  3. This sounds, I don't know, a little Excessive, maybe? Authoritarian?? Creepy even? ??? Being Outdoors and in the Sun and Fresh Air virtually eliminates chance of contagion in a matter of minutes by all accounts. That, coupled with the social distancing and following local guidelines seem best practice to keep everybody safe. Plus, what is the mental health of staying indoors? Six Weeks of Isolation is not good for my state of mind. And I get a much needed Boost mentally every time Alice posts something new. Which is Extremely Often. Peace, Derek
    3 points
  4. Well I didn't expect so much negativity today on this thread, and that's a little sad😞 Just to clear this up, we have been only going out during evenings etc to excercise for our daily excercise (a few walks etc). So were never really out for more than an hour lately, and some of these were filmed during quick shopping trips or walks. I know I may have suggested or exaggerated some of the stories etc here and there, but it's just to make it a little more exciting sometimes 😊 Please do not assume that we are out all day everyday, as we both are working still currently. We are still distancing ourselves from everyone at the moment and not breaking any laws at all. We are curretly allowed 1 hour of excercise per day, and driving to an isolated field etc about 10 mins from our house is perfectly allowed with these restrictions to do our excercise from what I have researched so far. So I am confident we are not doing anything wrong at all on the occasions we have gone out🙂 I understand it is a difficult situation for a lot of people currently (including ourselves), but we really havent been around anyone at all and are not breaking any laws, so I'm not really sure what all the fuss and threats are about? We are not disrespecting any laws or harming anyone, however I do understand your points, but we are not out driving all day everyday, only to get our excercise or shopping. We havent gone out at any point for no reason and we have not been out all day everyday like it was suggested. We are only trying to spread a little positivity for everyone on here and sharing our experiences during this time, so please do not assume we are disregarding all of the current laws during this bad situation, because we really are not. we are just finding fun ways to cope with this situation on the chances we can get out to excercise or get some shopping. we have only actually made about just a handful of clips outdoors so far, and some were filmed well before isolation was actually implemented, so I do not believe we have broken the law at all. I hope that clears this up. 🥰 Love from Alice. ❤❤❤
    3 points
  5. Things are going beyond Rex's control! What do you think is going to happen next guys? Let me know in comments.
    3 points
  6. I have a suspicion that this is actually fiction (and should be in the fiction section), but I feel like I need to do a PSA anyway: Staying in the same soiled diaper, especially one messed in, for three days straight is a major health hazard that can give you a nasty UTI and skin rashes. I'm not sure how you could even stay in the same diaper for three days, even with that many boosters in. Don't do this, it's not hot.
    3 points
  7. Thank you!! You too ❤️
    3 points
  8. Also, here's a preview of 6 panel desperation comics that I created for a patron. If you're interested to buy, please dm me! The comic contains heavy drinking, tight clothes, deliberate holding and wetting!
    3 points
  9. https://twitter.com/divetp1st eIC2yGvQRQtI3gNH.mp4 LRiioyGNWeq-jdPf.mp4 pEj0gLqbZY6edCVK.mp4 TO_3eMvx_UyYlN8f.mp4 u9e0fHn9vu4jkaId.mp4 wxNoAVWihF9DHohM.mp4 X2n-PzRqav2MqpfI.mp4 YVw9CCO4hX0nz6kI.mp4
    2 points
  10. Kara was incredible at what she did. As Supergirl, she could lift planes with just her two hands, fly anywhere she wanted, save people day after day and so on and so forth - and all the while maintain a somewhat normal life, except not really. All that power aside - Kara Danvers was kind of ticklish. That's how she would put it, when she had to admit it at least, especially at a time like this. "Lena! Stop!" Kara yelled out as Lena tickled her sides just a little. As much as she didn't want anybody to know, she had a kind of another secret life. Every now and then, she'd invite Lena Luthor over to her cozy little apartment and submit to her. Something about Lena's natural dominance made Kara want to do anything Lena said. "You're just really cute when you squirm in that new suit," Lena smiled a little bit evil. "I told you, I'm just kind of ticklish!" Kara rolled her eyes. "Kind of? I really think you're more than kind of ticklish," Lena replied, tickling her sides more. Kara jolted up, trying to resist hitting Lena so hard she put her in the stratosphere. "Okay! Fine, more than kind of," Kara broke down. "How much more?" Lena said, wiggling her fingers in front of Kara. "Okay, Lena, really ticklish," Kara said, looking down a bit in embarrassment. "Like.. laugh and punch me off the planet ticklish, or pee your pants ticklish?" Lena said teasingly. Kara looked back almost visibly offended for a minute, only because of how hard it hit home. Flashbacks of the one time Alex had tickled Kara at the wrong time ran through her head. "Definitely punching you off the planet ticklish," Kara teased back. Lena loved seeing Kara Danvers in this position, sitting next to her on the couch with that tight uniform, willing to do anything she said. She also liked that Kara had a little bit of attitude every now and then. "So you've never been tickled so bad you peed your pants?" Lena laughed a bit, doubt in her voice. She was just meaning to tease, but part of her was also kind of curious. Kara focused ahead on the TV, they were originally trying to watch a movie. "Uhhh, I-I don't think so," Kara stuttered a bit. "You're a terrible liar, Supergirl," Lena said, her right arm wrapped around Kara's side, dragging her fingers over her side. Kara blushed a bit, trying to think of a quick way to change the topic. "I don't think you're getting out of this question," Lena said watching Kara look puzzled for a few seconds. "Fine, maybe like.. once," Kara replied under her breath, her cheeks getting a bit redder. Lena smiled at her, then looked forward to the TV screen. Kara bought it for a second, thinking the whole tickling conversation might be finally over until Lena dug her fingers into Kara's sides at full force. Kara burst out laughing, trying her hardest to contain herself. "I hate you so much right now!" The flustered Kryptonian said to Lena, a little frustrated but more embarrassed. "Why? Do you need to pee or something?" Lena teased. Kara looked down for a second, her cheeks now pretty red. "Use your words, Kara." "Well, yes, but I -" Kara got cut off. "I think you should hold it." Lena said. Kara looked at her, trying not to show too much frustration on her face, she couldn't give Lena that satisfaction yet. Kara knew Lena had a wetting kink, Lena told her she'd done it with a few of her partners, but Kara had never tried. "Okay, I'll try," Kara said, still red in the face. Immediately after saying that, she felt Lena tracing her fingers over her side again. She hated it but loved it at the same time. Lena admired Kara, her long blonde hair, how she managed to look so regal in her Supergirl outfit, even this new one with the tight pants. She loved it when Kara would submit to her, call her mistress, beg or anything. Lena just loved being in control. Kara took this time to regain her composure. She really had to pee, and she really didn't want to admit it. To pee her pants in her uniform? She'd probably be the first superhero to do that. Probably not a good look. Suddenly, the TV turned off, she looked over to see Lena with the remote in her hand as she took her other arm out from behind Kara. Lena tossed it to the side, and got on Supergirl's lap. Kara could feel Lena's tight denim jeans rubbing against her outfit. Lena looked down at Kara, putting her hand on her face and softly pulling her in to kiss her. In the tender moment, Lena used the element of surprise to give Kara a little tickle attack. "Lena! Mistress, please," Kara begged, quickly pulling away from the kiss and giving her the puppy-dog eyes that always made Lena's heart melt. Lena stopped for a second, but kept going. It took all of Kara's raw strength to not flail her arms and hurt Lena, and with that she suddenly lost control of her bladder - but only for a split second. "L-Lena! Please, I leaked!" Kara said out loud, not even realizing what she had just admitted. Lena looked down at her again, Kara's back against the couch and face full of the cutest nervous expression she'd ever seen. She looked down further, and realized Kara had actually leaked a bit in her pants. A small baseball sized wet spot that was a dark, wet navy blue surrounded her crotch area of the deep blue pants. Lena gasped mockingly, putting her hand to her mouth. "Did Supergirl just pee her pants?" Lena said teasingly. Kara was squirming desperately underneath her, she couldn't even find the words to reply, but she had to say something. "Please, Lena? I see the bathroom just literally over there!" Kara said in a fury, pointing to her apartment bathroom. Lena had that evil expression on her face again. "No, I definitely want to see you pee your pants, Kara. Or should I say Supergirl." Kara blushed hard. She couldn't just.. obey, could she? To be continued. -- So this was a little something I wrote up pretty quick, I think it's kind of cute. If ya'll like it, I'll do a continuation! Might throw some other characters in there.
    2 points
  11. The idea of wetting myself during lecture came to me basically the very second I heard that my classes would be transferred to an online format, so of course, I had to go through with it. Earlier in the day I had smoked some weed with one of my friends (it was on 4/20) and since I get cottonmouth pretty intensely when I smoke, I was drinking a ton of water! I had gone to the bathroom once while he was over, but by the time he left--about 30 minutes before my class started--I already needed to go again pretty badly. Looking at the clock, I pondered: could I make it all the way through class? At this point it was difficult to tell, but I was determined to try. I kept drinking small but frequent sips of water to keep me hydrated. By the time class started, I REALLY needed to pee. The water hit me a lot faster than I expected, and by the time I logged on, I knew I wouldn't last an hour and a half. I turned on the video camera as normal (audio is always off) and watched lecture. Or, I would have watched lecture, except I needed to pee so bad and I was so hyper aware of how I looked that I just kept watching where it showed my video feed to make sure I wasn't letting my desperation show to any of my classmates. In my seat, I was squirming, pressing my legs together, squeezing tight to prevent myself from leaking on accident. Through some choice hip movements and repositioning, I finally got to a place where I felt like I could hold a little longer. My professor requested we open our books to a certain table he was referencing. I was forced to move my hand from holding myself to grab the book that was on the chair next to me. My legs were shaking as I opened the book and slowly located the correct page and I was able to regain control of myself, hands-free. A spike of desperation hit me as his explanation droned on and I instinctively removed my hand from the book and SHOVED it between my legs. Then I remembered I was on video and quickly checked my feed to make sure my face wasn't bright red. I wondered if anyone had seen me. Only my shoulders up were visible but the sudden motion could've seemed out of place. My expression was slightly pained. It was getting a lot harder to hold, now 30 minutes in to the class period, and I definitely would not make it to the end. I had to get up to get some more water. I carefully stood and slithered out of view of the camera, cramming my hand back into my crotch the second it was safe to do so. I made all the scrunched faces I could and hopped around pee dancing before returning back to lecture. I had to keep my hand on my crotch at all times at this point or I would absolutely lose it. It was around the 45 minute mark that I felt my bladder finally begin to give way. My professor was talking, and writing, and my classmates were watching him, and I was slowly losing control of myself, desperate to keep a straight face. The harder I tried to hold the less relaxed my face was, but relaxing my face meant losing control. I opted to keep a neutral expression and... I leaked. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "I'm pissing my pants in class. Oh my god. I'm having an accident." I tried to mask my expression of horror and embarrassment with one of slight confusion, as the weak but steady trickle of pee began to permeate my underwear and puddle beneath me on the chair. I kept trying to hold it in but my muscles could only squeeze so much, and before I knew it I could hear drips of piss on the floor. I was mortified. I pushed my laptop camera up and put my head down slightly so only my forehead would be visible. I couldn't control my facial expression anymore. I let my muscles relax in defeat and allowed myself to release all over my shorts, all over the chair, all over my floor, camera still running, lecture continuing on. My breath was heavy. I raised my head again, and did a quick survey of the damage of my lower half. I was absolutely soaked and a large puddle surrounded the chair. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I looked at my video feed again. Luckily the camera luckily barely registered it. My classmates looked as normal. As far as I know, nobody had noticed. I stayed there for about 10 more minutes before my professor decided to end lecture. Every movement in my wet seat reminded me of my bad behavior. Sorry I don't have any pictures but I hope y'all liked the story! Stay home and stay safe!
    2 points
  12. So here in the UK we're being battered by snow. As a country we are hopeless when it snows. All the transport stops, public services struggle, and we always seem totally unprepared. Talking about being unprepared... that's where I come in. This experience... event (whatever you want to call it) may or may not have happened tonight, who knows. I was unprepared because I ran out of snacks and nice feel good food. I like snacks and feel good food. I only realised this when i had spent the evening eating all of my snacks and feel good food; thinking i had more, obviously. I was content in my ball of warmth in bed doing a film marathon and ignoring uni work. At about 21:00 ish I was hit with the dilemma: Do I stop being a total pig and stay in my nice warm bed OR Do I follow my cravings and brave the super cold conditions outside to indulge the fact I want to be a pig and keep eating. I chose the latter. At this point I was already in some nice fleecy joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie. The joggers seemed impractical to wear in the snow though, as the wind is causing the snow to pile up and be deeper than it should be. Damn wind. I should mention at this point I wasn't even thinking of pee stuff. I've been quite good the last few days and tried hard not to play around as I've actually been trying to do uni things. I didn't even really need to pee badly before I went on my little adventure. I changed out of the joggers and put on a pair of warm leggings and a pair of black jeans. I thought the jeans hugging the leggings against my skin would retain the warmth. i pulled on a pair of socks and a thicker pair over those. I swapped the hoodie for a jumper and put on my dark grey coat which ties at the waist and just about covers all of my ass. I haven't been out much in the snow (because I fecking hate it) so tried to be as prepared as possible for the cold. I went for my thin pair of woolly gloves, as they are the only ones I own, a scarf and a beanie style hat also. And off I went to the small Tesco shop that was a good 10 minute walk away without snow. Becca you idiot. I had slipped on my ass before even leaving the street my accommodation is on. My face felt like it was being splintered by ice cold splinters. Did I mention it's windy as well? The snow isn't that heavy but instead of going downwards it's coming face-wards. Despite the conditions, the snow drifts looked very pretty. Much longer than 10 minutes later I got to Tesco, got my chocolate and biscuits and all those good healthy things and trotted back down the road I came. This is when it hit me. I had ignored any bladder feelings until now as i was focusing too much on not slipping and trying to readjust my scarf so my cheeks wouldn't get frostbite. I actually had to stop walking for a bit to squeeze my legs together as I realised if i didn't get back quickly there may be a yellow snow incident. Even if I got back to my room, dropped everything, ran to my toilet or shower and just peed. I was fully prepared for that. I almost accepted that as fate as all I wanted to do now was get out of this bastard weather. As I said earlier, the sow wasn't too heavy but it was still bloody cold. My jeans and leggings idea hadn't been brilliant as both my legs felt numb. The only source of warmth down there was my thighs rubbing together as I walked. My chest was starting to ache from a mix of shivering and trying to breathe more. But goddamn this chocolate was worth it; of which I'm definitely not eating whilst writing this. I was about half way back to the accommodation before I realised I was probably at about an 8 - 8.5. I was panicking a bit as despite doing a bit of wetting from time to time, I strictly do not do anything publicly as I am way too scared and just no. So now I was using more effort to hold as well. Walking was hurting, breathing was hurting and now holding was hurting. Something had to give very soon... and both walking and breathing are more important than the other... The inevitable started to go through my mind. What if I had to pee now. Could I actually hide anywhere? Nope. Even behind a car? Not discretely. Are there people around? A few. Is it light? Only form the streetlights, which were light enough. Shit shit shit. Out of panic I took my spare hand and rubbed at my crotch to try and warm the area up, not that I thought it would do much use. All I did was make myself horny. Grade A job well done there, Becca. Now I was breathing heavier because I'd done gone and rubbed the V. I kept my hand there for a little while longer and the urge took over me. I stopped holding momentarily and felt a short wave pee touch my underwear and trickle down underneath my ass. I knew the leggings would absorb it if I leaked too much. It felt like no damage was done and I rubbed a bit more to try and spread any pee that had built up in the material. I felt a quick wave of the pee spread and then a few droplets escape down my inner thighs. I let out a small exhale sound thing. Christ I needed to get back to my room now. I came back to my senses and carried on hobbling through the snow. I checked the glove of the hand i had downstairs and from where I had been rubbing the snow had been removed. I couldn't tell if the glove had been made wet so though I thought I was safe. Literally no more than a few minutes later I was really desperate to go. As, lets face it, trying to become less desperate by letting some out doesn't work. But it was so nice and warm. Not that I had let lots of pee out but my god was I turned on at this point. I could feel the wet fabric between my thighs rub against my skin and I felt that the more I walked the more there would be a wet patch on the jeans at the crotch. It was the warmest part of my body. I was so close to my street now. I was doing so well. I was still indescribably desperate. I feel I should mention the time this all happened. I said earlier I left about 21:00ish, and lucky for me the Tesco is open until 23:00 every day. It was dark and the only light was from streetlights and I suppose the reflection of the light from the white snow. It was about 22:15 by the time I got back to my accommodation, or at least the turn off onto the street it;s on. I was now dribbling. I physically couldn't hold any longer without agonising pain. I had lost, and with only about 2 minutes until I got to my room. The dribbled had turned into a bit of a torrent and all I could do was think, do I hide and let it go or keep walking and try and get to my room, overly hopeful at the fact I might make it. I couldn't move though. I whimpered and turned to make sure no one else was nearby. I did a weird leap thing over and into a pile of snow behind a bush and looked down as my jeans started to steam. I had never wet in public until this point. I was feeling so embarrassed and helpless. I felt childish and dirty. I almost started crying as i watched around to make saw no one could see me. Fuck. The pee streamed down my legs in waves of pure warmth. I felt the leggings stick to my skin and the jeans become damp as the roughness of them became slightly softer whilst they started to glisten with liquid. The faint patter of pee droplets in the snow felt as if they were 100x louder than they actually were. I could feel both pairs of socks becoming gradually soggier as the pee drenched my legs and carried o downwards. The pee continued to spread across my already saturated underwear and puddle at my ass. I could feel the puddle spread even more and then fall into my leggings and carry on down the back of my jeans. I wasn't concerned about damage really, and as much as I was scared and helpless I was in a world of pure fucking bliss. I crouched down into the snow. My ass fell straight through the untouched layer of snow behind me and I carried on peeing. Now my legs weren't getting as damp but the pressure of crouching pushed out what remained in my bladder. I couldn't touch it, I shouldn't. But I did. I put the same hand as I did earlier onto my crotch and gently pushed inwards with my middle finger. I felt the saturated material give way and my glove because damp and warmer. I came back to my senses very quickly and everything rushed back into panic mode. I forced myself through the snow even more and ended up sitting down. I could see there was an obvious tint in the snow. I pulled the snow over my legs to... I don't know what. it seemed like the best way to hide the wetness but all it did was cool down the warmth of the pee and I sat there, feeling totally stupid, in the snow with ice cold wet jeans. Bollocks. I stood myself up, still trying to overcome the mix of excitement and shame. I kicked some more fresh snow over the accident site and all of the yellow evidence was gone. I looked down and thanked Christ I put on black jeans. The pee stain was hardly noticeable and it being late helped a lot. The snow was sticking to me though but I hoped if anyone saw me it would only look like I'd fallen in it. Still breathing heavily I made my way to the back end of the street where the accommodation is. A few lights on in bedrooms and kitchens but didn't look like there was too much movement. I thought I'd get away with this. Just one set of stairs and two corridors to go. I was safe walking in. I was safe on the stairs. I was safe through the social bit between corridors. I got into my corridor. I was outside my door. I fucking made it. If there was ever a feeling of relief more satisfying than the actual peeing, it was that right then: being behind my door after having had an actual accident, not being seen and not having been found out. I locked my door and pulled of my jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves. I pushed immediately. Whatever remained in my bladder came out and the rewetting lasted about 3 seconds. I did what I needed to do to satisfy my needs and promptly removed the jeans and leggings. They had been made damp and cold from the snow as well and that felt more uncomfortable than I'd have liked. I may still be wearing the same underwear though be re-wrapped up in bed in my fleecy joggers. If you have seen my previous experiences you'll know I have my mattress protected so wearing wet clothes in bed isn't a bother. But wow. This pair of underwear is being used well tonight I can assure you. I may even have put on the leggings and jeans again to pee through them once tonight. They definitely aren't sat in a pile on my bathroom floor feeling sorry for themselves waiting to be used again.
    2 points
  13. So I know it’s been a while since I posted but I have another story that I just had to post. Arriving at work I was greeted by an email from one of my supervisors that I had to go to a different city to grab some supplies from another one of our offices. Immediately I was happy to take the trip, after all, I could take my time and enjoy the beautiful day. Mid 50s is beautiful spring weather to be driving with my windows down. Before thinking about it, I left the office, got in my car and was on my way. Of course since it’s a road trip, I stopped and got a large iced coffee (what’s a road trip without iced coffee). The drive took about 40 mins on the highway as I sipped on my coffee and was quite relaxed. Getting to the other office, I was immediately greeted and they had most of the supplies I needed. As I was going through the list, I realized they had missed some items so I was stuck waiting another half hour. Getting rather impatient with them, I got the other items from them, put them in my car and jumped on the road again. Wanting to not get back to work too early, I decided to take a smaller county highway rather than the major highway I originally took. After starting and leaving one town, I realized I hadn’t been to the bathroom in a while and my need to pee was starting to grow. I figured I could make it easily without much worry. The county highway I was on was very curvy and only two lanes. And that’s when it happened...... I came around a curve and was greeted with a slower moving semi. Ugh, just my luck. Driving behind the semi, I started to realize the my need to pee was much worse than I originally thought. I turned the volume up on my radio and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as my leg started to sway back and forth. Trying to think of places I could stop in case I really had to go. I attempted to pass the semi a few times, however, every time I tried there were cars driving the opposite way. I was really stuck now. After another 15 mins, I was really fijiting. I could keep myself still in my seat. The seatbelt and my regular belt pressed into my waist and bladder making my situation even worse. It also didn’t help that I nervously sipped on the rest of my iced coffee, which was mostly just water at this point. After another 15 mins, I was really desperate. One hand on the wheel, the other pressed into the crotch of my jeans. Bouncing up and down in my seat, I started yelling at the semi. i started looking for anywhere to pee at this point. Somewhere semi private would work, however the few businesses I passed were all closed thanks to the covid epidemic. Finally I saw a storage off to the side, figuring I could stop there, hide myself with my car and the building to find relief. I quickly slowed my car down to make the turn when my bladder finally started saying it had had enough and a quick jet of pee escaped into my panties. Just a little farther and I could finally pee, I thought. I pulled into the thankfully unmanned storage unit and quickly found a place to go. As I stopped my car, another longer squirt of pee escaped into my panties. I stopped and started to get out and my bladder had just had enough. before I could fully stand out of my car, I started peeing in my jeans and I couldn’t stop. I jumped away from the car, not wanting to get my seat and car wet with pee. I gave up and kept flooding my pants. While it felt amazing, a little part of me was embarrassed I couldn’t make it back to work. Finally after a few mins, my bladder was mostly empty and I stopped peeing. My jeans were soaked and the cool breeze felt even cooler. Luckily for me, no one was around for me to embarrass myself in front of. Quickly thinking, I remembered I had workout clothes in my car (so much for working out after work). I was able to change my clothes in my car without making too much of a mess. I removed my pants and panties and found a small area of my leans that weren’t soaked with pee to wipe my legs. I pulled on the yoga pants as made sure I looked alright in the reflection of the car. I finished my drive and dropped the supplies off at work. My boss gave me a look based on my wearing yoga pants (they are frowned upon at work) but thanked me for getting the supplies. I requested taking the rest of the day off and he agreed. Thankfully I could go home and shower and start laundry
    2 points
  14. This is what I understand about driving to the countryside to go for a walk during lockdown 😊 this is what the uk government have stated about this. Please do not think that we believe we're better than anyone else or flouting any rules/laws. We are just trying to cope with this terrible situation by sharing our fun and being positive. 🥰
    2 points
  15. I am sure I will be excoriated for saying this but, I think if the lockdown laws had more basis in science and fact, less people would be resistant to them. My opinion is that they are excessive, and doing more harm than good.
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  16. Alright, I'm going to have to ask one final time to tone it down. I think it's unfair of you to judge the intentions of the individual here. You could have made your statement that this shouldn't be done without being accusatory and rude. There are people out there intentionally grouping together and ignoring these laws with the intent of causing harm. It's understandable to be angry at those people and to condemn them. But those that may not realize what they are doing is wrong can be told so without being demeaned or threatened. You've made your point here and for now I'm going to have to ask for you to drop the issue. If you'd like to submit a report and communicate with us further, you can do so via a support ticket and we will take it under consideration whether or not this is an issue we need to step in and get involved with. But regardless, I don't believe any harm was meant here, so as I said above you can make your point without beating someone up so needlessly.
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  17. I understand and sympathize with the concern. As long as you're keeping away from others and just keeping to empty parking lots and such, it's not really putting anyone in harms way. I'm guilty of just going out and driving a bit to escape and get a bit of freedom during these times myself. Just driving around doesn't do anything to spread the disease further.
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  18. I really soaked my jeans 😉 I think I might do another public wetting real soon! This was so thrilling! ❤❤❤❤
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  19. OMG, has it really been this long since i've written anything new? i've been so focused on my music for the past few years, but maybe it's time i got back to doing some writing... anyone up for it? V----V
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  20. Okay, so I had been a fan of Omo for the longest time, but had never done it myself for a while. Until.... I was at the mall by myself,and I'm normally never there, so nobody knew me. I was so fascinated with everything, that I felt the feeling of ,"oh crap, gotta pee" but the bathrooms were on the other side! So, I kept trying to move and got so desperate... Then I felt it. Sweet relief! I looked down and luckily I was wearing jean shorts over my leggings, and because I thought this might happen, four pairs of underwear. So I decided I would go, right then and there. The mall was kinda cold, and it kinda kept me warm, so I just...let it all out. I looked down and was kinda amazed only a little leaked through. Since then whenever I know I,m gonna be alone, I kinda like the way it feels. I can't be alone, can I? Well, that's my story of my first time.
    2 points
  21. And some more, with no background detailing...
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  22. Here are some samples.. Line art sample! And colouring sample...
    2 points
  23. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
    2 points
  24. "Everyone I seem to talk to that has the same interests within omorashi I do (public desperation, accidents, humiliation, etc.) says it's a more powerful turn on than sex itself. We also seem to have similar interests when it comes to dating: no interest in hookups, and craving emotional connection. There's even tons of similarities in personality between us (introverted, feel they outgrow their friends quickly, etc.). There were more similarities than those, but they're the ones I found most interesting. I'm curious if anyone else feels a similar way when it comes to this fetish and dating." I have to admit that that's me all around. I used to think that I was totally asexual because I never had really much interest in penetrative sex or anything like that, although that's probably just because I'm a lesbian. I never really had any interest in actual genital contact but have always been primarily interested in things such as pee desperation, tickle torture and nudity humiliation. Actual sex itself has never really been a major thing to me and I have always been an extreme introvert with no social skills and relatively few friends that I see very infrequently. I have noticed that a large number of people into this fetish also seem to have an interest in the paranormal, which is definitely true of me, as I'm completely obsessed. And I have noticed with people with particular fetish is that the fetish tends to be more interesting to them than actual sex. Personally I have never been in a relationship and I am 36 years old and a virgin, and I think it has to do with the fact that I have very unusual sexual interests and it's very hard to find a partner who shares them, especially when you have no social skills to begin with and a very small network to socialize with. I have never met anyone off-line who shares my interest.
    2 points
  25. Wet blue....

    Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
    1 point
  26. Hey folks. I wrote this yesterday, it's pure fiction but the foundation is built on a real conversation i had on Tinder some time ago. The actual conversation did not go this deep or this far but either way, it gave me inspiration. Enjoy! My name is Lottie and a few months ago, I matched with a guy on Tinder, this is not unusual, I often match with guys on Tinder, after all, that is the entire point. However, this guy was slightly different. He seemed incredibly open, very honest, often so much as to come off as a little bit rude and disrespectful. We even arranged a date, which was scuppered by this damned lockdown, but nonetheless, we continued to chat. We had long since migrated from Tinder to I-Message and WhatsApp and our natural personalities just seemed to spark. He is very bright, bubbly, thoughtful, attentive, and intelligent, these are the qualities I look for in any date. A few days back however, we were messaging when he suggested we video call. This, again, is not unusual, we often video call as we cannot physically see each other because of the current lockdown. It is always pleasant to talk with him, he always seems happy to see me and always gives me plenty of attention, I like that a lot. We engaged in small talk briefly; we talked about our day but not in any detail, we talked about the weather and finally, we raved about the difficulty of buying toilet roll. I do not actually like small talk, I find it impersonal and undeserving of any great purpose, but we are British and small talk is part of our national identity. Tortuous small talk done with, we finally moved onto something more deserving of our time, sex. We had discussed sex on numerous occasions before, but I really had something I needed to tell him, it’s quite a big part of me and to keep it a secret would feel obtuse and a video call seemed a decent opportunity to bring it up. “So how many guys have you been with?” he asked me very bluntly, I know for a lot of girls this isn’t a great question to answer, but for me it’s no issue, I feel no shame in not having been with too many guys. “Three” I answered plainly. His face expressed shock, which I called him out on. “Were you expecting more?” I goaded him playfully “gotta be honest, I was, just a little” we both laughed. “How about you?” I asked him just as bluntly. “You really want to know?” he responded. To be honest, I’m not sure I really did, but I ploughed ahead regardless “I do” I said playfully, “well, I stopped counting when I got to thirty” Okay, that did throw me off, I will admit. At this stage, I became worried about any potential relationship with this guy, could I really trust him? Nonetheless, I fronted it out with a fake smile and briskly moved the conversation onwards. “So, what’s the strangest kink you’ve came across in the bedroom?” I asked him, slightly nervously. This was quite important to me; I am a kinky person and on top of that I have a standout fetish and I needed to know if he was at all open to new things. “I knew a girl once who was into feet and hair pulling” he responded nonchalantly. I was not surprised by that, I am given to understand quite a number of people have a foot fetish, nevertheless, I wanted to know more. “How’s that work?” I asked him, genuinely interested, I am always happy to learn. “Well, she liked to touch my feet, liked to look and them and on occasion, lick them too” more or less what I anticipated. “Were you happy to indulge her?” I inquired “sometimes when I was in the mood. I’m open to try just about anything once” this sounded perfect to me. I do not have a foot fetish, I am not remotely interested in feet, I mean, each to their own and all that but it is not for me. No, my thing is anything and everything to do with pee. I like peeing my pants, I like watching other people pee their pants, I like being desperate and seeing how long I can hold, I like watching other people who are desperate, I like being denied the bathroom, I like denying other people the bathroom and I’m keen on wearing diapers too. It is quite important to me, it would be great if I could find a guy who would indulge me in my fantasies, so I really wanted to be open and honest about it early on. I did not want this part of the conversation to die there and then, I had to keep him on the subject, I felt like this was my golden opportunity. “So, are you into anything specific yourself?” I asked him inquisitively. “I might be” he answered jovially, good start I figured. “Do I not get to find out? That seems a little cruel” I used my big puppy dog eyes and pulled my pet lip and began acting all cute and girly, it usually works a treat to get my own way. “I’m happy to tell you” he started, but stopped in his tracks rather quickly “what is it?” I asked him tenderly, I worried he might have been hurt in the past by being too honest, just like I have. “I’m just… I’m just not sure you’re ready to hear it” he answered nervously. “What does that mean?” I was beginning to get a little concerned now. “well it’s just, you come across as quite vanilla and I mean that’s great, but, sometimes vanilla people find kinks and fetishes hard to accept or understand” hmm it seemed he had suffered similar experiences to myself then, which in its own way isn’t a bad thing but, how could he misjudge my kinky personality so badly though? “I’ll let you into a little secret” I said playfully “I’m not vanilla, not at all” his face lit up and a big smile flew across his face, he seemed genuinely thrilled. “it’s just… you struck me as such a good girl” he said somewhat forcefully, I found it amusing though. “guess that depends on who I’m talking too” I spoke all cute and innocent but blew a kiss at the same time. “Now that you know I’m not one of the vanilla brigade, tell me your thing!” I spoke very plainly; I was a good girl after all. “There are a couple of things to be honest” he started and once again, stopped himself midsentence, just speak your mind already, I thought to myself. He required a bit of gentle persuasion but, before long he opened up, “well, I have thing for underwear, male and female” this caught me off guard a little bit. “How does that work exactly?” I asked politely, “I don’t really know to be honest, I think it is just because underwear is one of our most personal possessions and I’ve always believed that someone’s underwear choice can say a lot about the individual and their taste, so if I see someone I’m attracted to, I sometimes think to myself, I wonder what underwear they’re wearing” seemed a good explanation to me, I guess a lot of people can fall into that category. “So” I started “are you wondering what underwear I’m wearing now?” I asked playfully. “If I say yes, will you think any less of me?” he asked politely, he was trying to hide his insecurity on the subject, but I could see straight through his façade. “Absolutely not” I answered respectfully “I’ll even show you if you ask nicely” his face lit up again. “Thought you were a good girl?” he said wistfully, I replied saying “as I said, depends who I’m talking too” We spent a few minutes in this back and forth exchange, in the end I grew a little petulant and impatient and ended up dropping my black leggings to my ankles so he could see everything he wanted to see. I was wearing these cute pink hipsters with a frilly waist and frills adorning the edges. They were printed with silver and gold stars and they were super comfy and practical, but they did a good job of accentuating my ass and showing off my curves, I always felt I looked good wearing them. I stood up and did a little spin, so he could see me from all angles, I may have dragged out the time showing him my ass, but, I like my ass, I think it is one of my better features. After performing my little show, I sat back down, still with my leggings around my ankles and asked him what my underwear said about me, he said “well, it says you’re a good girl who values comfort and practicality, but also someone who is confident in her appearance” pretty spot on, I thought. “you like what you see?” I asked him confidently, “most definitely” he said. “Now tell me, I’ve told you one of my things, now you have to return the favour” he announced. I had to take a minute to take a deep breath, I have always struggled getting my words out in situations like these and this occasion was no different, I really did not want to get tongue tied. “well” I started out cautiously “I enjoy pee” I took a moment to the let word hang in the air, I wanted to gauge his reaction. Overall, it seemed positive, I mean, he did not hang up or go running or anything. After a moment, he responded to my admission, “so, you enjoy getting peed on and that kinda thing?” he sounded vague on the subject, I do not think he was too familiar with the concept. “Kinda, I mean, I’m not so much into getting peed on or peeing on other people, I prefer like… holding my pee and watching other people do the same..” again, I let the words hang for a moment. “okay, so, what do you do when you hold your pee for too long? Do you rush to the toilet or…” great, now he was letting the words hang too? “It depends. I do enjoy wetting myself, if that’s what you’re getting at” I found myself stuttering slightly as the words came out of my mouth, it was very unconscious. “Really?” he asked incredulously. “yeah, is that a problem?” I asked somewhat nervously. “not at all, just wanted to be sure I heard you correctly” he said tenderly. There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, I worried that I had in fact creeped him out, but he was just too polite to say anything about it. I began to feel seriously self-conscious, as if I had just made a bad misjudgement. These moments seemed to last for eternity, I just wanted to know his true thoughts, even if he thought it was weird, I just wanted to know his true feelings. “It is okay isn’t it?” I asked tenuously. “Of course, I’m just a little surprised” he spoke tenderly, and I believed his words, I guess it is quite tough for most people to understand. After another brief silence, he spoke out saying “so, do you do this stuff alone or with other people? Sorry for my ignorance, but I am totally unaware of how this all works” I felt uplifted, he seemed to be taking a genuine interest in something that is so important to me. “I mostly indulge alone, but I enjoy it when I’m denied the bathroom by others” I spoke assuredly. “So, if I said to you now, you’re not going to the bathroom without my permission, that would turn you on?” okay, he sounded playful again. I was beginning to like where this was going. “I really would” I matched his playful tone. “Well then, if you think you’re going to the bathroom at all for the duration of this call, you’ve got another thing coming” he suddenly sounded very masculine and dominant, I like this. A lot. “Can I refill my glass?” I asked all cute and girly, I had been sipping on wine most of the evening and with the way our conversation had moved and with a gentle ache in my bladder, I figured this was a good opportunity to play our one of my fantasies. “You can” he answered simply, “hurry back though” with that, I dashed into the kitchen and began filling my wine glass, I was shaking slightly with the excitement of the moment and I spilled a little on the worktop, it’ll come off though, worry about that later. Wine glass filled I re-joined him in my living room. He was sat eagerly awaiting my return, I was still prancing around with my leggings round my ankles, I felt adorable doing so and he was enjoying the view too, so it was all good. It was just a little daunting that all this was being done via a video call, it seemed okay, but just a little impersonal, I wanted him there with me. “Got my drinkie” I called out happily. “Glad to hear it” he said in reply. “Have you got to pee?” he asked inquisitively. “Mmm a little, nothing too urgent yet. When I start bouncing around and look like I have ants in my pants, you’ll know I’m getting close” I said wistfully. He smiled and we began chatting about what even brought us to Tinder in the first place. I was out of a long-term thing, I had been with the same guy for near enough seven years and it was mostly good but, as time went on, our differences pushed us apart. It surprised me that his path to Tinder was similar in some ways to mine, particularly considering the amount of sexual partners he had conquered over the years. But I did not think about it too much, everyone has their own path to tread after all. After thirty minutes or so of sipping wine and chatting about this and that, my bladder really was beginning to cry for attention. Sitting still was beginning to get tricky and each time I leaned forward to take a sip of wine, I felt an immense pressure on my bladder. I tried my best not to make my uncomfortableness too obvious, I enjoy the sensation of being seriously desperate whilst trying to look, on the outside at least, like an ocean of calmness or serenity. Okay, ocean was a bad word. Help. I drifted into a mini trance, I began to think of lakes of water and dripping taps. It really was not helping. My mind was focused on my need to pee and the signals my bladder was sending me. “Are you okay? You seem like you’re on your own little planet” he called out, I thought he sounded cute. “Ummm well… I gotta pee. Pretty bad” I said in reply. “How bad is it exactly?” he asked politely. “Pretty bad. My bladder is bulging and I’m struggling to sit still, I feel like I’m about to leak, but I think its all in my head” I sounded more confident than I felt. I was really beginning to struggle. “Doesn’t look like it to me!” he called our forcefully. “Stand up” this was a direct order. I stood up as directed and felt a little tingle in a very private area. He took a moment to inspect me and my bulging bladder, he seemed impressed at just how much a bladder can protrude. “Ten squats” he barked as an order. I really did not think I could manage ten squats without pissing my pants, but I had been given an order and a good girl does not disobey an order. I squatted down and up and down and up and down and leak. What?! Ohhh no. I had manged maybe five and I had leaked into my knickers. There was a small wet spot around the crotch of my knickers, and I had to stand up and brace, otherwise more would have escaped. “Why have you stopped?” he asked forcefully. “Umm nothing, just needed a rest” I lied. “I don’t believe you. You’ve wet your pants, haven’t you?” he asked incredulously. “NOOO I haven’t!” I protested cutely. “I promise” I was fooling nobody, I wasn’t trying too. “Show me your knickers” he called out. I turned around to show him my ass, which was still dry. I was hunched over onto my knees, with my ass sticking out. “No, the front” he called out nonchalantly. “Ummmm” that is all I could manage, he had me at all angles. I spun around as quick as I could and then spun back again, I had shown him the front right? Not my fault if he was too slow to have a good look. The quick spin had done me no favours, it had made me dizzy, made worse by the wine and another spurt escaped my defences. This one was bigger however and I felt a warm trickle spread towards my ass. I moved my hand to the bottom part of my ass and pressed, hard. Bear in mind, I still had my ass shoved into the camera. “I saw that” he called out proudly. “Noooooo you saw nothing, iiiiit, it was just sweat. It’s warm in here” i was all cute again. “Don’t lie to me” he scolded me, in a playful way. “You’ve wet you knickers, haven’t you?” urghhh “Y…. yeah. Buuut only a little. Look!” I spun round to show him my crotch, but when I saw my own image in the camera, I realised that I had leaked a little bit more than I realised. The wet spot, was no longer an spot, it was a wet patch that covered the gusset of my underwear and had spread over the bottom half of my ass. I quickly closed my thighs to try and hide the evidence of my little accident, but he had seen all he had to. He playfully chided me over my inability to control my bladder, I was getting seriously horny. “You still owe me five squats” he reminded me forcefully. I obeyed my order without question. I squatted down and up and down an up and down and finally back up again. “Done it!” I called out proudly. “Good girl” he said calmly. I sat back down on my sofa but the wetness between my thighs made me think I really needed a towel, I was no longer certain about my ability to control this situation and I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer. “Can I get a towel please?” I asked. He thought in silence for a moment, before nodding in approval. “Thank you” I said and waddled off to fetch a towel. Each step felt like I was treading a minefield, each time I raised my leg I wasn’t sure if I’d hold my pee until the next one. I was trying to walk with my thighs locked together, but even that was tricky. I must have looked funny, but I had left my laptop in the living room so he couldn’t see the ridiculous spectacle of me waddling up my stairs. Four steps up my stairs and I leaked again. The warmth poured out of my body and made my pussy and thighs moist again. I felt a small trickle of pee run down my leg, I tried my best to ignore it but when I saw the droplets soak into the carpet it reminded me of my folly. I was only a few short steps away from the top of my stairs and my target destination, I was so close I could almost reach out and touch the towel hanging on the top of the bannister. I reached out as far as I could and peed again. I was totally beginning to lose it. I didn’t even reach the towel. I gave up. I began waddling back down the stairs. Somehow going down was easier than going up and I was soon back in the living room. “Where is the towel?” he asked. “Umm couldn’t reach it” I said honestly. “Are you telling me, you couldn’t even make it upstairs?” he asked playfully. I simply nodded. I showed him my underwear again and the wet patch was growing almost by the second. My ass wet beginning to really get wet, my crotch was soaked and the patch had began to travel up towards my waistband. “I cant hold it much longer!” I exclaimed. “I’m gunna wet myself soooon” he considered his response for a moment, “Ten more squats, then you can use the bathroom” he announced. I was delighted. Not about the squats, but because I could soon empty my tortured bladder. I was in full defence mode. My muscles were locked tight, my thighs were clamped together, I was shaking, I had one hand planted into my crotch and the other pressed against my ever wetter ass. I began to squat. One. Two. Three. I was leaking with each one. Each time I squatted down and opened my legs, a spurt of pee rushed out of my body. There was an ever growing wet patch on my carpet, but I did not care, I could deal with that later. My bladder had betrayed me. I had lost the fight. I had done everything I could, but it simply was not enough. Four. Five. Six. My knickers were soaked and when I tried for seven, I lost it completely. I grabbed my laptop and ran to the bathroom. A stream of pee was flowing down my legs leaving a wet trail on my once pristine floor. Guess this is what happens when you’re a good girl with a weak bladder? I sped into the bathroom as quickly as my pee soaked legs could carry me. He was silent all this time. He knew what was happening. I placed the laptop on the toilet so it faced me in the shower cubicle and relaxed. OHHHHHHHHHHH boy. A huge torrent gushed forth. The content of my bladder thundered into the ceramic below my feet, making an audible thud. I felt the pee spread up my crotch and pour over my ass. I rubbed my pussy gently as I was peeing, at this point, I had forgotten there was someone there watching me wet myself. The warm pee rushing over my fingers felt amazing and I let out an audible moan. The relief I felt was insurmountable, it really was a tremendous amount of pee. I squatted down to finish of my accident and began to rub myself, more vigorously this time. I moaned as I felt my sodden knickers against my fingers. My eyes were closed and I was lost in a moment of bliss. “Oh god!” I heard from the speaker of my laptop. I had totally forgotten I was being watched and I blushed as I recalled who was there. I looked over to see him performing an act upon himself. I continued to blush, but also revelled in the moment. I was intoxicated by all the emotions running around my body and the puddle, which I was now sat in, was a constant reminded of what had occurred. Looking directly into the camera, I rubbed my pussy and brought myself to the grand finale. Not sure who enjoyed it more me or him? I think I did, but who’s to say?
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  27. Thank you 😊 I agree! We all need fresh air and excercise sometimes. And if I drink a little too much and have an 'accident' in a field... I'm just giving the plants some much needed water...😉 Thanks for the comments too, I do enjoy posting updates a lot when I get the chance, and I went out for my daily excercise today too, so I'll post some in a bit.. 🤭 Alice ❤
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  28. Thanks to ShadowPhantom for making this character and letting me use him. If you want to know more about his “king title” check out ShadowPhantom’s interactively “Make em Pee.” Nathan’s Best Day Ever Nathan awoke to the familiar feeling of his bladder giving out, and he knew right away he had an accident in his bed. He laid there and allowed himself to finish peeing; after all, he was already peeing, so why not finish. Nathan shivered as the pee, and cold air hit him as he wore only briefs to bed. After he finished peeing, he looked at his phone to see the time; It was 3 am. He pulled his sheets back to look at the damage; his black briefs were soaked, and his light blue sheets had a painfully obvious pee stain, almost as big as him. He couldn’t believe he was still having accidents at age 19, but at the same time, Nathan loved that he was. Nathan decided to have some fun with his Omorashi fetish, and he went back to bed in his soaked bed and briefs. After 20 minutes, he managed to fall back asleep. Luckily for him, he woke up 5 hours later to his mom at his door, saying she was leaving for a day of shopping and she would be home around 4 so he would be home alone all day. This made Nathan smile as he knew he could have even more fun now with his fetish. As he heard his mom leave, he jumped out of bed to start his exciting day. He ran out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom and looked at his naked reflection in the mirror, staring at his naked body and soaked black briefs. For a moment, he thought about peeing his briefs again but dismissed the idea as he decided to begin a hold and wanted to make sure he emptied his bladder entirely into the toilet. He went over to the toilet and removed his wet briefs, and tossed them into the sink. He lifted the toilet lid and started to pee. Once he was done, and sure his bladder was fully emptied, he took a shower, cleaning himself from his bed time accident. After the shower he made his way back to his room, excited for the day ahead of him. As he got to his room, he opened up his closet and put on a new pair of briefs, also black, and some gray sweat shorts. He made his way to the kitchen, forgetting about his other briefs and his bed in his excitement. As he made his way to the kitchen, he thought about what started this all. He had wet the bed for as long as he could remember. Usually, he could hide it pretty well, but sometimes he couldn’t, and his mom found out about his accident. This is mostly why Nathan wears only his briefs to bed; it made it easier to hide and clean up, besides the fact he likes wearing only his underwear to bed. At first, he didn’t like wetting his bed, but slowly he started to like it and would pee his pants on purpose when he was awake. But he would never do it in public, and he would die if anyone found out besides those that share his interest. This jump-started his fetish in all of this. Arriving to the kitchen Nathan went to the fridge and got out ten water bottles. Nathan then went to the couch to watch some tv. He looked at the time on his phone, it read 9 am, so he had at least 7 hours until his mom got home. Nathan started drinking his water, starting some more omorashi fun. He gulped down the first in a few minutes and started a second bottle. He slowly sipped the second, wanting to enjoy the experience. After an hour, his show finished, and he was barley desperate even though he had two out of the ten bottles. So Nathan decided to chug the third water bottle. He finished it in 10 seconds and pulled out his phone and check it. He saw he got a text message from Melissa and opened it to read it: “Good win the other day” with a laughing face emoji and a heart emoji. She had an obvious crush on him, and he had an obvious crush on her, so it was strange they haven’t dated yet. Nathan smiled at the text and responded with: “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your help” with a winky face emoji. He put his phone down, locking it as he started a new show as well as the fourth water bottle. About halfway through his tv show, he finished the fourth water and started the fifth water bottle, Feeling himself beginning to get desperate. He slowly drank as he enjoyed the feeling of getting desperate. After he finished the fifth water bottle and another episode of his tv show, he felt a wave of desperation hit him, so he crossed his legs, putting one hand on his knee and squeezed his dick with the other just to be safe. He removed his hand from his crotch and started on bottle six. His phone rang as his mom called him. Nathan answered the phone, hoping his desperation didn’t show in his voice. He sat there with crossed legs, one hand on his knee while he swings his top foot and one hand holding his phone to his ear. His mom said she would be home around 3:30-4 pm and said, “I love you” to Nathan as he said, “I love you too” and hung up the phone. It was now 11:41 am, and Nathan drank bottle six as he got more desperate. Nathan crosses his legs tighter, but he knew he could hold on much longer; after all, he was the “holding king,” a title he got from his friend group. He finished bottle six as his show ended. Nathan decided to get up and walk around for a while to see how his bladder did. He uncrossed his legs and stood up to walk around; his bladder only felt slightly uncomfortable. Nathan walked around randomly for a while and then decided to go the kitchen. He made his way to the kitchen again, and even though he had four water bottles left, Nathan decided to pour himself a glass of water as he wanted to see how his bladder did when he heard water being poured. As he poured the water, he found his legs crossed automatically. Nathan tried to uncross them, but his bladder didn’t like that at all, so Nathan kept them crossed till he finished pouring the glass. He turned off the water and uncrossed his legs, even though his bladder didn’t like it, and made his way back to the couch. Once there, he sat down, crossing his legs knee over knee tightly right away and took a big sip of his water. Looking at his phone, he saw that it was 1:45 pm. He pushed play and watched his show swinging his top foot, enjoying himself. Nathan knew he was starting to get very desperate, and this turned him on as he couldn’t wait to pee his shorts. He finished his large glass of water as his phone buzzed again, but this time a text message from his friend Erica. He opened it and read: “You are lucky you won the other day, I almost had you. I want a rematch!”. Nathan smiled as he remembered his holding match with her days before. “You’re on” he sent with a smiley devil face emoji. Laughing, he locked his phone as he checked the time, it read 2:13 pm. He uncrossed his legs as he grabbed his crotch, looking up at the tv. He had to grab himself as his need got worse as the pressure on his bladder changed when he uncrossed his legs. He almost gave in, but since he reclaimed his title as “holding king,” he had to live up to it and hold much longer. Surely he could he thought not so sure. He opened his seventh bottle and started to drink it as fast as he possibly could. He had to have one hand on his crotch while he drank it. Nathan leaned back while drinking as he thought about his first few accidents. He always had wet the bed, but once he realized he liked doing so, he started to pee in his underwear. This is why he wore briefs; he liked peeing in them verses other underwear, and they were much easier to clean. This eventually led to Nathan peeing his shorts and finally his jeans. Now he loves wetting himself and is even in a group of friends that shares his interest. The group even has holding contest together sometimes. After he finished bottle seven, he stared on bottle eight right away. Drinking was much more of a challenge now that his bladder was full. He managed to finish it and gulp down bottles nine and ten as well. After all ten bottles plus his cup of water, he was feeling more and more desperate. But he still was determined to last longer, so he got up and made a long, slow, and painful walk to the kitchen to open the fridge and get three more bottles of waters. As he was walking back to the couch, he felt himself leak, and with his free hand, he grabbed himself to try to stop the flow. He stopped it, but his briefs felt very wet. Nathan looked down at his pants and was glad no wet spot was visible, but he knew he couldn’t say the same about his briefs. He sat back down, automatically crossing his legs as tightly as he could. Nathan knew he was at least at a 9.5/10 and wouldn’t last much longer, but he knew he must last as long as he could. He gulped down one and a half of the bottles before he knew he couldn’t take another sip. Knowing he was at 9.9/10, and his mom would be home soon as it was 3 pm. He decided to go to his room so his pee wouldn’t make a mess on the carpet floor and not risk his mom catching him. Nathan stood up slowly, and without uncrossing his legs, so he stood with cross legs when he first got up. Nathan uncrossed his legs, but the switch from sitting to standing and crossed to uncrossed legs and now being at an 11/10, Nathan’s bladder released as he lost the battle he made for himself. Pee soaked his black briefs, making them shine with pee and soaked his gray sweat short as it ran down his legs, shining against his pale legs pooling on the red carpet below. He felt so relaxed and relived and enjoyed every moment of his own pee escaping his now aching bladder and running against his skin, warming his body. After what seemed like hours, he stopped peeing, and he looked down at his shorts to see the damage he had done. Pee was still dripping down his legs and onto the red carpet below. As he looked at his shorts, he got what he expected as they were soaked and showed his accident very obviously. After looking at his shorts, he pulled them down to look at his briefs, soaked as well, as well as shined with his freshly hot pee. He pulled his shorts back up, enjoying the warm wetness of them and looked at the soaked red carpet. Panic and fear arouse in him as he had no idea how to clean a carpeted floor, and he knew if his mom came home, she would know what happened for sure. He quickly grabbed his phone and sent a text message to his crush, who he knew had the same fetish as him, Melissa. “Hey, I just did a hold and peed myself, how do I clean a carpeted floor?” He waited anxiously for a response from her, and when he got one finally, of course, she had to tease him saying: “What a king you are” with a laughing face emoji. Of course, she also asked for pictures that Nathan sent of his shorts, briefs, and carpet floor. Once she saw the carpet floor and how bad it was, she sent her reply immediately on what to do as she knew her crush would be embarrassed If his mom saw any evidence of his “accident.” Nathan got the text and ran to get the supplies out of the closet and started to clean the carpet. He got the pee-stained carpet cleaned just as he heard his mom’s car pull into the garage. Realizing he was still in his pee soaked shorts, he ran as fast as he could to his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He then got into the shower fully clothed. Nathan smiled to himself as he knew that he got away with what he just did and turned on the hot shower water. Nathan got undressed in the running shower then he cleaned himself and his pee soaked clothes. He got out of the shower and dried off. Nathan wrapped the towel around him as he was about to walk out when to his horror he saw his wet briefs from the night before as he realized his bed still showed painfully obvious evidence of his genuine accident and knew his mom might have seen. His heart felt like it dropped to his feet as he made his slow walk to his room. Sure enough, when he got to his room, his mom was standing over his bed, looking at it with both her hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face. “What’s up, mom” Nathan said shyly as he knew exactly what was up. She turned around fast, but it seemed so slow to Nathan. She looked at him in his eyes, and Nathan felt like she could be reading his mind. “Did you have an accident again?” Nathan was embarrassed and tried to play dumb. “What kind of accident?” His mom just rolled her eyes, knowing what Nathan was doing and said: ”Did you pee your bed again, Nathan?” Nathan turned bright red and felt like he was burning up as sweat and shower water soaked him. He nodded his head slowly. His mom felt sorry as she knew it was an accident, but she also knew he was way too old for this. “You are nineteen, Nathan, your way to old for this to be still happening! Where are your underwear?!” She asked in a disappointed tone. “In the bathroom.” He responded quietly, not looking up at his mom, not believing he got caught because he forgot, in his own excitement about his bed. His mom took off his wet sheets and made her way to the bathroom to get his wet briefs without saying another word to him. As she went to get his pee soaked briefs from the restroom, Nathan put on clean clothes, purple briefs, black gym shorts, and a t-shirt as he got a text message from Melissa: “Did it come out? By the way nice undies!” She said with a winky face. Nathan turned red in embarrassing after he read he comment about his “undies” and laughed as he wishes that was his only problems and responded: “It did, thank you, but I have another problem now. Tell you later. I have to go.” He put his phone in his gym shorts pocket and went to find his mom, as ready as he could be to face her. Nathan found her putting his wet briefs and wet sheets in the wash. This sight embarrassed him again as he turned bright red once again and started to cry. His mom saw that and couldn’t help but to go over and hugged him. “Honey, don’t cry, but you shouldn’t be having accidents like this still at your age. Your nineteen.” She said as she kissed him on the top of his head, messing up his black hair again. “Okay,” Nathan said He smiled since he knew what he did to the carpet was his secret still as well as his omorashi fetish.
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  30. Thank you so everyone so far for your experience and opinion. Btw. it is a bit strange to stop my witcher 3 game to come here and then getting omo advice from Gwynbleidd.^^
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  31. So, as a few may know, I’ve been working on trying to expand my capacity. I had a super unintentional close call tonight. I was working. I had been drinking all day and doing some minor holds. To the point of goosebumps and feeling the need to do a pee dance. Well, after about 15 minutes of ignoring that and trying to push on a little longer, it happened. A big spurt! “Oh no. That felt like a lot...” I remembered muttering to myself. I made a bee line straight for the bathroom. I hustled into the first available stall to inspect damage and relieve myself. It was the wrong day to wear light wash jeans. Or the wrong day to push my luck. Either way, their was a fairly small but highly visible wet spot in the crotch. I was worried about being spotted as the store was closed and we basically run a skeleton crew between 9pm-11pm. It was about 10:10 when this happened. I continued my night as normal, just making sure to keep a shopping cart in front of me at all times. I was incredibly lucky that it was such a small spot and it went forward instead of backward or it would’ve been a very embarrassing hour. I think I might have to re-evaluate my ability to hold, at least while I’m at work.
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  32. The Saturday Club ( Part One ) My work colleague caught me with wet pants on Saturday! I was in the office catching up on work for a few hours before spending the afternoon with the family and I was alone in the office with no visitors expected because it was the weekend. Without warning I heard the outer door close then footsteps on the stairs and a moment later Sian walked into my office, smiled and said, ‘Morning’. Sian said, as she picked up my empty cup, ‘would you like another cup of coffee? I’m just going to finish the last few quotations from yesterday so that I have a clean start on Monday, Harvey (her boyfriend) has gone to the match so I don’t expect him back anytime soon.’ Sian was our sales supervisor, and very good she was too. The salesmen respected her because she had, ‘been out there and done it’, in sales and understood exactly the challenges they faced on a daily basis to win business. Sian was 32, I knew that because as the sales director, I was her boss. We had never had a crossed word and always got along exceptionally well and that was it, no further advances had been made or hinted at by either of us. I must explain at this point that I had taken the opportunity of being alone for a couple of hours to indulge my pee fetish and after enjoying an earlier cup of coffee I had sat at my desk working until I had to pee and then just sat and did it in my pants and into a towel I had on the office chair. That was about twenty minutes ago and I was now sat with a very wet bum, the faint smell of pee in the air and Sian on the other side of the desk. ‘Yes please’, I said, ‘I would, thank you’. Sian disappeared into the kitchen along the corridor as I frantically tried to figure out a way to prevent her knowing I had just wet myself. She would work in her own office next door to mine but still she would probably chat for a minute or two when she brought the coffee back and would be certain to smell the evidence of what I had done. ‘So, what brings you in on a Saturday’, Sian asked when she came back with the coffees. She sat down on the chair on the other side of my desk and sipped at her coffee before setting it down on a coaster saying, ‘shit, that’s hot!’. I had moved the towel under me enough so that she couldn’t see it but I was still very wet underneath and the smell of pee seemed to have got more pronounced but I hoped that may have been more my paranoia than fact. Sian immediately dispelled that idea when she said casually, ‘what is that smell? It smells like pee,’ she blushed very slightly when she realised she had said that unguardedly to me - which was really a testament to how comfortable she was in my company – but it embarrassed her slightly nonetheless. I looked her in the eye for a few moments, so long in fact that she began to look uncomfortable, and I said, ‘How long have we known each other Sian?’ She looked at me a little warily and then said, ‘About four years I think, isn’t it?’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I need to share a personal secret with you and I need to rely on your discretion, no matter what.’ ‘No problem’, she said, ‘I think you know you can trust me, we have had a couple of times in the past where you trusted me, and backed me when it wasn’t the popular move’. ‘OK!’ I said, taking a deep breath, ‘about half an hour ago I sat here and completely wet myself. I’m still sat in wet pants now and that’s what you can smell’. Sian looked surprised, half smiled at me and then said, ‘Wow! That’s one for the books!’ ‘I take it that you did it on purpose and didn’t just have an accident?’ I smiled and said, ‘Yes it was on purpose not accidental, just how old do you think I am? It’s something that I have done for quite some time when I get a chance and I thought this morning was an ideal opportunity. I’m really sorry to embarrass you but I had no idea you were likely to come in.’ Sian said, ‘You know, we all have our personal little fantasies and quirks, it’s what makes us human and if wetting your pants does it for you it’s none of my business. I would never betray a secret like that, that would be just wrong. I have to admit though that I am a little intrigued by it though, I once saw something along those lines on Channel 4 one night but never really paid much attention, it was just another kinky thing to me but how do you hide it when you go home?’ Sian asked, ‘I mean does Sally know?’ ‘God no!’ I said, ‘she would be horrified, it’s not the sort of thing she would accept at all. It would probably be the last straw, she already complains about lots of things I do, it can be quite wearing to be honest but there you are, I married her and that’s it’. Sian sat pensive and tight lipped, clearly wanting to say something but thinking better of it. ‘I have a change of clothes in the car so I change here in the loos and then hide my wet things until I can wash them later’, I said. ‘Well thank you for being honest with me Peter, Sian said, ‘you have my word that I will never tell a soul about this’. ‘Thank you’, I said sincerely. Sian went into her own office and we worked on until about 1 ‘o’ clock, then I got my dry clothes from the car and changed to go home. I looked in on Sian as I was leaving and asked her if she was nearly finished. ‘Yes’, she said, ‘and you look quite presentable to go home, all hidden?’ ‘Yes’, I said, ‘all normal again and thank you!’ We wished each other a good week-end (what was left of it) and I went home. -------------- It must have been about two weeks later, it may have been three, before I expected to work the Saturday again. I very carefully checked on Sian’s workload and listened as best I could for any plans she might have outside work for the week-end. As far as I could make out she had no reason to come in to the office and I heard no plans of Harvey going to any matches so I thought it might be safe to work the Saturday as before. I arrived at the office about 9.30 and as I pulled into the car park I could see Sian’s car already there. For a moment I thought about turning around and going back home but then thought. Why should I? I was a director of the company and not answerable to Sian so I parked the car and went in. Sian was making coffee in the little kitchen on the first floor and greeted me as I stood at the door. ‘Morning, how are you today? I imagine you would like a coffee?’ ‘Yes please’, I said, ‘at least one. How long are you in for this morning, much to do?’ ‘Actually I have quite a bit I would like to get done’, she said, ‘I would really like to complete the sales guidelines for that new range of machines we took on last month ready for the sales meeting on Monday. If you are in for your own special reasons please don’t let me spoil that, I really don’t mind, I’m fairly broad-minded.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said, smiling at her. Sian looked at me for a moment and then said, ‘For what it’s worth I sometimes brighten up a Saturday morning if I come in for an hour or so. If it’s warm enough I just love to be in the office completely naked and because we are on the first floor no-one can see in through the windows so I spend the time with nothing on at all.’ A little shocked I said, ‘but what if someone came in?’ ‘Well’, she said, ‘I lock the outer door so they would have to ring the buzzer and I would have time to slip my things on quickly while I buzzed them in and they climbed the stairs, I’ve had a couple of close shaves though,’ she said smiling. ‘It seems we both have our Saturday secrets’, I smiled. ‘Well, your secret’s safe with me Sian’. ‘I’m glad’, she said, ‘I actually feel a little more comfortable now you know’. We went into our offices then and started work. I actually did have work to do and got on with it. After maybe an hour and a half I decided I wanted another coffee and so I looked in on Sian and asked her if she wanted another. ‘Would love one’, she said, ‘thanks’. Sian came into the kitchen as I was pouring the coffee and said, ‘there are some nice chocolate biscuits in the cupboard if you would like one, I think we can indulge ourselves a little as it’s Saturday.’ I smiled at the veiled reference to ‘other’ indulgences and said, ‘I’m sure we can, it’s what we do on Saturdays after all.’ She laughed at that, thanked me for the coffee and took it back to her office with a couple of biscuits. Not long after that I really needed to pee. It felt strange thinking that I was going to wet myself with someone else in the office next door but Sian knew and almost expected it in a way so why not? So I placed a plastic waste sack on my chair and a small towel on top of it, sat down and waited for the next urge. It wasn’t long coming and it felt really good and even more daring today as I sat and let it start to dribble into my pants, a second or two more and I was in full flow. ‘Have you got a minute’, Sian said, walking in the door, ‘I want to check something with you.’ I smiled and said ‘Yes, sit down a minute.’ Something in my tone or posture must have alerted her because she blushed and said, ‘Oh my God! You’re doing it right now! I’m so sorry’ and turned to leave. I laughed and said, ‘It’s too late now, don’t worry just sit down, it’s not as if it’s a secret anymore, at least not from you.’ We talked about her query for about 10 minutes then she went back to her office and that was that, or at least I thought so. About an hour later Sian called from the corridor and asked if I wanted coffee again. I said, ‘yes please, always up for a coffee.’ A few minutes later I heard the kettle switch off and went through to the kitchen to save Sian having to carry my coffee as well as hers and when I walked through the doorway She had her back to me pouring the hot water into the cups but she was stark naked, without even shoes on her feet. I stopped short and my eyes must have been bugging at what I saw, I turned to go and muttered, ‘Sorry, I didn’t realise.’ ‘It’s OK’, said Sian, turning around, ‘I really don’t mind as long as it’s only you, after all I walked in on you this morning while you were wetting so I don’t mind being open with you. It actually makes it a bit more exciting to be naked in the office when my boss is here.’ To say I was astounded would be understating the fact and I couldn’t help but look at her tits and her smooth, trimmed bush and long legs. I realised I was staring and apologised again. Sian said, ‘you had better get used to it because it may well happen any Saturday when we are here together on our own, my figure isn’t that bad and I don’t mind selected people seeing me nude.’ Her figure wasn’t bad at all and I quickly told her it was great. She said, ‘Turn around and let me see your wet patch.’ I was wearing a pair of light denim jeans and it was showing loud and clear but I turned around for her and she gasped and said, ‘Wow! That shows clearly doesn’t it? I didn’t tell you before but I have wet myself by accident a couple of times and looked just like that. When it’s an accident you are all embarrassed and just want to get home and change but I remember the one time it was late at night and I had to go again before I got home so I just sat on the train and did it there, I was a bit drunk though. I do remember the relief though, the warm feeling and the excitement of being very naughty. So I think I have some sympathy for your little fetish, particularly when you can’t share it at home.’ She gave me a very sincere smile then and walked back into her office and I had another look at her cute bottom. The next time I saw Sian that day she was dressed and ready to go home. We wished each other the best for the week-end and left. ----------- The following Saturday morning I had a text from Sian at about 8.30 in the morning asking if I was thinking of working that morning. I replied that I was going in around 9.30 and asked if she was working too. She replied that she was going to be there at around the same time she would see me there. I had another text from her at about 9.15 just as I was leaving home, it read, ‘How about we swap fun this Sat?’. I thought about what it could possibly mean, except for the obvious, and couldn’t imagine any interpretation other than she was going to wet and she wanted me to go naked! I texted back, ‘Sure, why not?’ This major escalation took me by surprise and excited me as well, it made the whole thing a completely shared experience as opposed to two people doing their own thing and sharing the secret. Sian’s car was already in the car park when I arrived. I went into the offices and upstairs, looked into Sian’s office and wished her good morning. She looked a little hesitant but smiled and wished me good morning then stood up and said, ‘Will this outfit be good for a wet do you think?’ She was wearing a white tank top and a light blue cotton skirt just above the knee, she looked smart and I said so then said, ‘What I’m wearing doesn’t matter today does it? It’s all coming off later.’ ‘I hope so’, said Sian. ‘Are you OK with the swap? I thought it would brighten the Saturday.’ ‘I think so,’ I said, ‘I was a bit unsure of letting you see me naked but it’s hardly as embarrassing as you knowing when I’ve wet myself so “in for a penny in for a pound”. Would you like a cup of coffee? I’ll make the first.’ ‘Yes please,’ said Sian, ‘I had a cup at home but another wouldn’t hurt if I’m to pee my pants later.’ I made coffees and we spent the next hour and a half working. At about 11 I called Sian on the internal phone and asked if she could spare me a minute. When she came into my office I was looking through the window at the car park. ‘Nice bum’, she said, as she saw me naked for the first time. A little self-consciously I turned around and she saw me full frontal. She smiled and said cheekily, ‘Not bad for an older guy’. I laughed and said, ‘speak quietly, beware of sleeping giants!’ Sian laughed at that and went back into her office. Maybe half an hour later she looked in and suggested another coffee. I said, ‘thanks, that sounds nice, if you make them I’ll fetch mine in a minute.’ When I heard the kettle click off I went through to the kitchen and Sian had her back to me pouring the coffee. There was a large round, very wet, patch on the back of her skirt where she had obviously wet herself sitting down at her desk and only a few minutes ago because there were still a few drips on the hem at the bottom. The wet patch had two rounded tops where her buttocks curved to her back then went almost straight down to the hem. ‘Wow! ‘I said, that’s a major wetting, your skirt’s still dripping a bit.’ ‘I know’ she said, ‘I was desperate, I was trying to wait until I had finished the quote I was on but I just couldn’t so I sat and did it in my knickers. It felt fantastic after holding on so long to just let it happen and the hot wet feeling is quite a turn on isn’t it?’ I was struggling to keep as calm as I could so that I didn’t end up showing the erection which I could feel imminent. I said, ‘It looks fantastic, I’m sure it feels wonderful.’ Sian said, I’m going to wash my skirt here, it will dry in an hour or so on the radiator, then I can go home and Harvey won’t know.’ I asked, ‘what about your knickers?’ ‘I’ll take them off and go home without them on, that’s exciting too, Smart and demure on the outside and a bare bum under my skirt. I’ll put my knicks in a plastic bag.’ With that, she casually took off her skirt and put it in the sink to wash. Her knickers were full briefs and in a shade of cotton that almost matched her skirt. They had a soaking wet patch nearly matching the one on her skirt showing a much darker blue than the rest of the material. I said, ‘Those knickers are a good match, did you buy them and the skirt together?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘But I always try to get my knickers to match so when I wear short skirts and anyone sees up my skirt they can’t easily see my knickers.’ I left her washing her skirt and went back to my office sporting a growing erection. When we finished for the day at about 1 p.m. Sian came to say ‘bye’. She was wearing her (now dried) skirt and looked much the same as first thing that morning. She half turned and said, ‘Do I look OK ?’ ‘You look great’, I replied, at which she lifted her skirt at the back and showed me her bare bottom, smiled and said, ‘See no knicks.’ ------------ Our Saturdays ‘together’ became quite the norm and for the next month, or so, we were in almost every other Saturday. Sometimes we would do our own thing and other times we would either both wet or both go nude. We became very comfortable with each other and although I say so myself we were very professional at all other times and no-one in the office had a clue about our ‘special relationship’. Then, the lady who was employed to do all our accounts and wages work told us that she would have to leave with short notice. This had been expected for some time because she was suffering with a condition that was worsening while she waited for the operation she needed and despite battling on bravely and in good humour, she just couldn’t carry on. This meant that we would have to find a replacement very quickly which we managed to do. Heather was a newly qualified accounting technician and seemed perfectly capable of taking on the role. Heather was appointed but had asked if she could be allowed to work Saturdays to catch up on the considerable backlog that had built up over the last month or two. The other directors were happy to allow this but asked if I could keep a watching brief anytime I was in on Saturdays as their week-ends were fully booked up. I said I was happy to do that but suggested Heather only be given a key for the front office door and her own office, not the full set that I and a few others had. This was agreed and so Heather was set to work Saturdays until further notice. The day after this was arranged Sian came into my office and closed the door asking if she could have a word. I agreed and she said, ‘were you a party to this arrangement for Heather to work Saturdays?’ ‘I was’, I said, ‘I couldn’t really object without it looking very suspicious could I? I don’t like it any more than you do but we do need the accounts up to date, there’s a VAT return due at the end of the month.’ Sian looked quite miffed and said. ‘I thought you enjoyed our special Saturdays.’ ‘Sian’, I said, ‘I enjoy our Saturday fun as much as you do and I’ve really come to look forward to the week-ends but I don’t think we will have to wait long before things will be back to normal and we can indulge ourselves again’. She smiled at the word ’indulge’, I had used it deliberately to take her back to the early days of our ‘fun’. ‘OK’, she said, ‘but I will miss the weekends until Heather has caught up’. ‘You and me both’, I said. Two weeks went by and they seemed to drag without the promise of a little ‘naughty’ fun on the Saturdays. Then on the next Saturday at about 10.30 I got a text from Sian saying that she was in the office and that Heather was working too but that she had big news to share. She would see me Monday. I couldn’t wait until the Monday morning but despite my texting her a few times Sian refused to be drawn, telling me to be patient. Monday came along and after everyone had settled down to the day Sian came into my office shutting the door behind her. ‘Guess what I saw on Saturday?’ She said. Then answered her own question with the words, ‘A dummy! On Heather’s desk, she moved it quickly when I went into her office but it was definitely a dummy. And that’s not all, I heard a slight rustling when she moved. I think our Heather is an AB!’ ‘A what?’ I said. ‘An adult baby’, said Sian, ‘you know nappies and dummies and all that, that’s what they like and I think she was ‘indulging’ like we do.’ My Mind was racing at the news and I said, ‘we need to catch her out somehow and once we tell her that her secret is safe with us we could invite her to join us on Saturdays. We could have a ‘Saturday Club’. ‘I love that idea’ said Sian. ‘Leave it to me and I’ll see what I can do’. By the following Saturday Sian and I had sketched out a simple plan. We would both work the Saturday. She would attempt to catch Heather with her dummy in her mouth or at least on the desk and then discreetly approach her and tell her that we knew. At which point she would suggest we all had a coffee in the kitchen and bring Heather in there where I would be already. I would have a moderate wet patch clearly showing on my pants and we would confide in her and invite her to join ‘The Saturday Club’. The plan worked like clockwork and when Sian brought Heather into the kitchen she immediately saw my wet pants and blurted out, ‘you as well!’ Then Sian told her the story of how it had all begun for us and how we enjoyed working Saturdays, including the swap system we had adopted. Heather was a bit hesitant at first which was only to be expected but once we repeated the fun we had on Saturdays while still managing to get things done she said, ‘It’s the only time I can really feel secure and free to be myself because I live at home with my mum and dad and so I can’t do it at home. Being able to work Saturdays here was like a dream come true. How long has the Saturday club been going?’ Sian looked at me and I said, ‘about three months I suppose’ and smiled at Sian who nodded. Sian said, ‘well you two have ‘indulged’ your fantasies, I want to play too’ and without any hesitation she casually took all her clothes off and placed them on a chair. ‘that’s better’, she said. I had not grown any less excited at the sight of her completely naked and I turned to go back to my office with a growing erection, the start of which was not missed by Heather who turned to Sian and said. ‘I can see I’m going to enjoy this club. When can I become a full member?’ The Saturday Club ( Part Two ) It was unanimously decided that Heather should be considered a full member once she had indulged in the play already enjoyed by Peter and Sian so the Saturday following her initiation she went into work dressed as she would for a normal day in the office. She looked very smart in a trouser suit with the hint of a stripe and shoes with a small heel – every inch the management aspirant. At around 10.30 she called to Sian and Peter to say she would make coffee and they heard her in the little kitchen busying herself with the kettle and mugs. A few minutes later Sian heard a, ‘Wow!’ from Peter’s office and hurried in there to see Heather standing in front of Peter’s desk stark naked. She turned to face Sian as she came through the door displaying a very slim body with a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair. Peter was struggling with a serious erection and had to sit down again quickly in order to hide it. Heather left the office and returned a moment later with Sian’s coffee then said with a smile, ‘one more task to perform next Saturday and I can collect my membership card, yes?’ Peter and Sian laughed at that and agreed. Peter and Sian spoke during the week and decided that as Heather’s final performance would be to wet herself on Saturday they would also join her in the wetting and make it a shared experience for her, thereby confirming her admittance to full ‘membership’. Saturday arrived and they all arrived at more or less the same time. Sian was wearing jeans and a woollen top, Peter had dressed as usual in casual trousers and an open-necked shirt while Heather was wearing a polo neck cotton top and a knee-length denim skirt. Heather greeted them both very cheerily and said she was looking forward to the day. After a quick cup of coffee they all went about the work they had planned. Sian made another coffee for them all at about 11 and confided to Peter that she wasn’t sure she could wait too long before peeing. They had spoken briefly about letting Heather set the timing for the day’s fun and that they would all wet at around the same time. Peter admitted that he too was more than ready. About 20 minutes later Heather tapped on Peter’s door and said, ‘I think it might be time, I’m getting desperate. If I call for Sian can we all go out into the car park and sit on the wall?’ Peter was a little shocked at that as he had never wet outside away from home before. There was a low brick wall surrounding the three sides of the car park, two sides divided the car park from the offices on each side and the third side ran along the pavement of the road serving the small trading estate. Heather saw his hesitation and said, ‘c’mon, it’ll be a buzz doing it where we could be seen’. ‘Buzz’ wasn’t quite the word he would have used to describe her idea but said, ‘OK! see what Sian says’. Sian was up for the challenge so they all went out into the car park and sat in the sun together on the wall on one side of the car park. It was reasonably quiet and only a single car went by in the first minute or so. Sian said, ‘I’m doing it, I just can’t wait anymore.’ As she spoke a mini river ran down the wall and started to cross the car park as she wet her jeans. Peter started next and as he peed his trousers got soaked all down the legs and stated to drip off his thighs to the floor running across the car park as well. Heather sat in line with the wall and drew her knees up to her chin. Peter and Sian could see right up her skirt and watched fascinated as Heather’s pastel blue knickers turned dark blue as they got soaked in her pee and then continued to watch as her skirt absorbed the piddle until it finally dribbled down the wall to run across the car park. They all watched as the three streams of pee meandered across the first couple of metres or so and then merged into one before reaching a small depression in the tarmac and stopping to form a minor puddle. At that moment a dark grey Mercedes swept into the car park and pulled up in one of the parking spaces near to the door. It was Don, the Finance Director and Heather’s boss. Sian said, ‘Oh Shit!’ Don got out of his car and waving to them said, ‘Hi! Heather could you spare me a minute please?’ Heather called, ‘Sure, give me a moment I’ll be in’. She stood up and started walking towards the door. Peter and Sian could see the soaked wet patch on the back of her skirt as she walked, it was clearly obvious that she had just peed herself, the wet patch covered her bum and went down to the hem at the back. Sian looked at Peter aghast and said, ‘What do we do now?’ He said, ‘we should go back in and change quietly and I’ll go and talk to Don and see if I can rescue Heather.’ They did that and Peter went into Don’s office, which was open and stood just inside the door. Heather was standing facing Don across his desk and they were chatting about what he wanted Heather to do first thing Monday morning. She was to close an account and chase hard for the outstanding payment as he had heard the customer was having difficulties. From where Peter was standing he could see the large wet patch on Heather’s skirt but from Don’s viewpoint it was invisible. Peter found it a little surreal, Don talking normally and Heather standing there in soaked skirt and knickers. After a few moments Don had finished talking to Heather and Peter was able to position himself so that Heather could escape behind his back without Don seeing her soaked skirt. About 20 minutes later Don called out a general, ‘Good bye, see you Monday,’ and was gone. As his car left the car park Peter went into the corridor and called out, ‘Meeting in the kitchen !’ Sian and Heather were there in moments, Sian still looking a bit shocked and Heather was quite keyed up but still wearing her wet skirt. She gave Peter a hug and said, ‘God! You saved my bacon there thank you so much. I knew Don couldn’t see anything all the time I was facing him but I was dreading turning round to come out of his office.’ ‘Well’, Peter said smiling, ‘you wanted a buzz, was that buzz enough for you?’ Heather replied, ‘That was quite enough excitement for one day but it was enjoyable to be very nearly caught and knowing that all the time I was talking to Don I was in wet knickers, that was a charge.’ Sian said that she thought they would need to be a little more careful in the future if Don made a habit of calling in on a Saturday but Heather said, ‘It was a one-off he said, just to catch me before Monday as he will not be in the office first thing and he wanted this done asap and as he knew I like to work Saturday mornings to catch up he called in on his way somewhere else. Interesting though, do you know what he said to me? He blamed me mildly for not noticing the account was a bit further in arrears than we like but he wasn’t overly mad or anything. He just said if it happened again he might have to pretend to slap my legs!’ ‘he likes you’ Sian said, ‘that’s clear, watch him Heather!’ ‘Oh he’s alright’ Heather replied, ‘he flirts very gently but I think it’s only a joke, if I took him up on it he would panic like mad!’ They all laughed and Heather went to change. She had brought jeans to change into which was why she couldn’t do a quick change before talking to Don, a change from skirt to jeans would have been too obvious. The following two Saturdays passed without anything to spoil the ‘Saturday Club’ activities and by the second Saturday things were back to normal. The Tuesday following Don called Heather into his office to discuss the debtors position and a couple of accounts looked to be getting worse so Don asked Heather to tighten up on them a little. Heather was happy to agree the measures he suggested then said, ‘I’ll get on that right away Don, I don’t want to risk a leg slapping do I?’ Don laughed and agreed but with a wry smile on his face. Later that week Heather had to admit a mistake to Don in one of the accounts reports she had given him and handed him the correct version. He looked at her under his eyebrows and said, ‘that’s twice this week Heather.’ He got up from his desk and came round to her, bent down behind her and smacked his hands together beside her calves. ‘Let that be a lesson to you’ he said. Heather gave him a mock ‘little girl’ look and said, ‘Yes Sir!’ The following Monday Don had to go looking for Heather in her office because the morning Bank report he required each morning by 10 a.m. wasn’t on his desk. Heather explained that she had been held up with an usually heavy load of mail and then a couple of calls from suppliers looking for payment. Don said, ‘make this a priority please and let me have it as soon as possible.’ He left her office abruptly leaving her just a little miffed that he hadn’t shown any consideration for the workload she had that morning. Ten minutes later she went into his office with the Bank report and placed it on his desk. ‘Thank you,‘ said Don. ‘I don’t like it to be this late, you know how important it is that we keep on top of the cash-flow.’ Heather apologised again but without making reference to what had held her up that morning and went back to her own office. Later that day Don went into Heather’s office with a cup of coffee as an attempt at conciliation saying, ‘Heather, I was a little bit short this morning, sorry. I have always been a bit of a control freak I suppose but I shouldn’t take it out on you, I know you work hard.’ Heather, by now well over her pique replied, ‘I know that Don, I think we work well together most of the time so forget about it. I’m just glad not to get my legs slapped!’ ‘That could be arranged said Don with a slight smile, ‘stand up’. As heather stood he went round to her side of the desk, bent down and playfully but gently slapped the back of her legs just above the knee. Heather let out a little squeal partly surprise and partly because it smarted slightly. She said, ‘If that’s as bad as it gets I think I could cope with that now and again.’ Over the next couple of weeks Heather received no less than four slaps to the legs. The last couple of times she had been wearing loose, flowing style skirts that were a few inches above her knee and Don had slapped her a little higher each time. The last time only just short of her buttocks. Finally, Don arranged to stay a little later one evening and asked Heather if she would stay back for a few minutes to discuss her pay rise, due at the end of the month. Heather, well aware of how much bolder Don had become, agreed to stay on but only for a strict half hour as she was joining a college friend for a drink. Don started the conversation with the point that a pay rise had to be commensurate with her performance to date and told her that while her performance was well above expected she had made a few mistakes over the last few weeks. Heather agreed but said that she was learning fast and that the odd mistake was inevitable. Don told her that he wanted to give her the highest pay rise he could for her level but for that her performance needed to be flawless up to now. Heather looked a little crestfallen at that because she knew she deserved the top salary for the next pay grade. Don said, ‘tell you what, we could offset the few errors by punishing you for them and wiping the slate clean, then I could give you the best pay rate. How does that sound?’ Heather asked, ‘what sort of punishment,’ a vague idea already forming in her mind. ‘Just a little bit more than slapped legs’, said Don. ‘Then we could turn the page and you would be on the best rate I can give you. ‘OK!’ said Heather, ‘let’s do it.’ Don got her to stand up then bend over his desk. When she was in that position he lifted her skirt completely over her back exposing her pale lemon knickers. He then proceeded to slap her bottom quite hard. After a few slaps Heather could feel her bottom getting a little numb and her buttocks showing from her knickers glowed a little red. She was surprised to find that it actually excited her and she felt herself squirming slightly with pleasure. For the last few slaps Don smacked her harder and as he did it made her wet herself until she was dribbling down her legs almost to the floor. Don didn’t notice the few trickles down her legs, or if he did he said nothing. He promised her the new pay rate would be effective from the first of the next month, congratulated her and they both went home. The next Saturday Heather told Peter and Sian what had happened and Sian said, ‘I told you to watch him, he’ll be getting your knickers off next!’ Heather said, ‘I don’t feel threatened by him at all, I just think he genuinely likes spanking, it’s clearly his ‘thing’. Can we talk about admitting him to the Saturday Club? The truth is I actually like it when he smacks me, am I weird?’ Peter said, ‘I know a lot of people are into corporal punishment, it’s as popular as the other things we do. Do you think your liking for it is related to your AB feelings? ‘Probably,’ Heather admitted thoughtfully. ‘I love the way you guys have accepted me and I feel very comfortable doing the things we do with each other. I would never in a million years believed that I would enjoy wetting myself or being naked with my work colleagues but now I get a great kick from it, perhaps it’s the naughtiness of it all that excites me. I would love us to get Don to join but it must be your decision, I’m only the newcomer.’ Sian replied, ‘nonsense Heather, you are very much a full ‘member’ and we will all vote and a majority should decide, you OK with that Peter?’ Peter thought about it for a minute and then said, ‘absolutely about Heather being a full voting member, I’m just not so sure about admitting Don. The more we have the more likely we are to be found out.’ Sian said, ‘you have a point there, Is Don married Peter?’ ‘No, divorced about 4 years ago,’ replied Peter, ‘so there is no one to upset there. I’m the one at worst risk but Sally would be glad to be rid of me I think and if she found out about the Saturday Club she would be almost grateful for the excuse to divorce me.’ Tears welled up in Sian’s eyes as she hugged Peter and said, ‘I would take you on tomorrow Peter,’ and kissed his cheek. ‘Thank you’, said Peter, ‘I think you probably understand me better then Sally, at least I wouldn’t have to hide my wet pants!’ they both laughed then Heather said, ‘Ok you two, can we get back to the business in hand.’ Peter said, ‘in principle I have no objection to Don joining the ‘club’, I’ve known him for years and he’s a good guy but I never knew of this side of him so that would be new to us as friends to share that intimacy if you like. Let me get a chance to talk to him, maybe over a pint and then we’ll see.’ The two girls were fine with that and Peter promised to speak to Don as soon as he could. Wednesday evening was Sally’s night out with the girls and Peter normally stayed home but he rang Don and asked if he fancied a drink. Don agreed and they met at a local pub. After some normal chat and a bit of ‘shop’ talk Peter said, ‘Don, I want to ask your opinion.’ ‘OK’, Said Don, ‘fire away’. Peter said, ‘You know that Sally and I are very much apart in most things and the marriage is just waiting for an excuse to give up altogether? If I told you that I have a few little foibles that I enjoy indulging in with a couple of friends would you be happy to keep that confidential? ‘Foibles?’ said Don, ‘You’re not gay are you? Peter laughed and said, ‘not at all Don, I mean a bit of naughty play now and then’. Don, who was far from stupid, looked at Peter almost suspiciously and said, ‘who are these friends, anyone I might know?’ Peter said, ‘let me tell you a little snippet of conversation I heard between the girls in the kitchen the other day.’ Heather was talking to Sian and all I heard was, ‘a proper smack but I got the full pay rise’. Don was immediately on the defensive and bridled a little as he said to Peter, ‘I was only trying my best to help Heather get the top rate, she deserves it, but if I went a little too far I’m sorry and I hope this won’t go any further, it was a little horseplay that got out of hand.’ ‘You remember we started off talking about confidentiality’, said Peter, ‘well this is where I was going. We both have reason to keep each other’s confidences and if you can promise me that, I have a proposition for you.’ To say Don was surprised would be an understatement and he said a trifle suspiciously, ‘what sort of proposition?’ ‘Come along to the office Saturday morning’, said Peter, ‘and it will be a little clearer.’ Peter would not be drawn further on the matter and despite his probing questions Don agreed to turn up at the office the following Saturday. The following Saturday Peter, Sian and Heather were in the office by 9 a.m. and by the time Don arrived they had made good progress on the work to be done. Don went straight to Peter’s office and said, ‘OK, I’ve been very patient now what sort of proposition do you have for me?’ ‘Let’s go and get a cup of Coffee’, Peter suggested, ‘and I’ll explain.’ Once they were in the kitchen Peter called Sian and a moment later Sian appeared in the doorway stark naked and said, ‘Hi Don’. Don’s eyes widened in surprise but before he could say anything Heather walked in wearing a very short skirt, a dummy in her mouth and with a rustle of plastic. She smiled at him and said, ‘I’ve been a naughty girl Don’. Don heard a patter on the floor and turned to see Peter had completely wet himself and was still dribbling onto the floor. Peter smiled and said, ‘welcome to the Saturday Club Don!’ ---------------------------------------------- © Roger Ireland 2020
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  33. Never a full-blown accident. A few times, she has leaked a little bit. We generally put a towel down if she's desperate enough that she thinks she might leak, but she almost always manages to hold it. I do always enjoy the look on her face when I enter her while she's dealing with a full bladder though. There have been a few times when the men's room had been out of order or occupied or being cleaned, but none of them are interesting stories because I was not that desperate and just waited for the bathroom to become available or found another. There have been a few occasions when I was desperate and she wasn't, though. In particular I remember a time when I didn't get to use the bathroom on the way out of a party so we could catch a train, and ended up having to hold it for about an hour. She joked a bit about the situation and how much I would have enjoyed it if it was the other way around. I did make it home in time, but was quite desperate by the time I got to the toilet.
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  34. I glad you like my pee video. I have measured in the past. I filled a half a gallon of tea years ago. I have to find the pictures and someday upload to this this site. I love holding it and taking long pees.
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  35. Biku's art

    Ah, I see you're a (ass) man of culture as well.
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  36. My desperation wouldn't be from having a full bladder but from needing to change my diaper. If I start with a dry diaper, a two or three hour bus ride shouldn't be a problem for my usual daytime protection.
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  37. I submit that there are not many better uses for the English language than for you to tell of your wet adventures. Thank you.
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  38. I like to go out to the local thrift stores from time to time, never know what you can find. Ive found some true treasures over the years including lovely outfits to pee in. On this occasion I was wearing my black Jnco jeans with a pair of women's shape wear underneath. The kind that ride up pretty high past waist. I always find it daring to wear these when I am out because I know in order to release my bladder I have to drop my pants in order pull out my "tool" box. I had noticed this morning, I was having constant urges to pee and had probably gone 5-6 times since I had woken up and was still well hydrated. The first two I go to have private restrooms but this time I didn't have much urgency by the time I was done thrifting so I went to the grocery store to pick a few things up. By the time I got to the store though I had to go pretty bad. Not a emergency by any means, but the pressure was building. Grocery shopping had taken a little longer than I had thought and was heading towards the bathroom because I had one more thrift shop to stop at and didn't want my bladder to rush me. As I was walking to the bathroom though, I had remembered I had my shapewear on and this one was not a private bathroom and someone had just walked in and wasn't about to drop trow to pee. I figure it still wasn't too bad and being desperate was thrilling and that I could check out, hit the next thrift store and make it home just fine. boy was I wrong. This particular thrift store does not have a restroom and by the time I got their; my bladder was becoming very anxious. I was enjoying the thrill of being on the verge of peeing myself in public and had found some really nice things. I knew I had to get going and buy my treasures and get out of their before I wet my pants. I went to the check out line and to my dismay, the lady checking me out was new and needed help with the system. I could feel my body spasaming and with the shape wear on it was impossible to hold myself without being too noticeable. I was behind the counter and needed to act fast, I really didn't want to wet myself and make a mess in front of everybody. I was noticeably flustered and moving around but didn't care at this point. By the time she gave me my total I could feel some warm spurts dampening my crotch. I only had a card so I knew I was in trouble as this was going to take another minute. When she had given my card back and the receipt to sign, I was gushing in my pants. I was doing everything I could not to pee every wear while still being polite. I could feel it running down my legs while I squeezed them together to try to stem of the flow. Thank god their was no-body behind me because it would have been seen trailing down my legs. I grabbed my things and took off quickly. Luckily, I was able to get out of the store before making a mess. I would have felt really bad about that. I B-lined it to my car and jumped in quick all the while piss is still coming out of me. I have a pee-pod on my seat for such emergencies. I sat down and just felt the warmth blossom from my crotch and pool under my butt. It felt soooo good! I was finally able to stop the flow and collect myself in order to get home. It was a thrill, a unplanned accident in public and I got away with it!
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  39. Butterfly

    Thanks, guys. Chapter 2 “Let me get this straight,” Alera’s mother said, “I tell you I’m worried about your health and that you’re not to play any more video games, and your response is to tell me you want to travel hundreds of miles, stay in a hotel for three days, and play video games?” “Mom, you’re not getting it. It’s an invitational tournament. There’s money on the line just for showing up. If I lose all my games, I still get enough money that the trip practically pays for itself. If I win, I get fifteen thousand dollars. And I can pay for the trip myself.” She’d waited to gauge her mother’s reaction before she pulled out her real trump card. Now, with a flourish, she produced the check for fifteen hundred dollars. She handed it to her mother without a word. Her mother said nothing. She held the check up to the light, as if to verify that it was a forgery. She looked at the blank back. She peered intently at one part of it that, Alera guessed, said how much money she had won. Finally, her mother put the check down on the table. “Alera,” she said, “is this really true? You didn’t make some kind of fake check to fool me into letting you play more?” “It’s true, mom,” she said. “That came in the mail today. Remember when I told you last month I had placed third in that online tournament?” Her mother nodded. “That’s what I won. I thought I got scammed, because it never showed up in the mail, but it came today and it’s real.” Her mother shook her head. “This is a lot to take in,” she said. “Let me… think about it.” As long as you don’t take my computer away, Alera thought, think about it all you want. I’m eighteen years old, and you can’t stop me. Even if I have to steal your car, I’m going to that tournament. She left the check on the table and walked upstairs to her room. Her computer was thankfully still sat in its usual place. She almost sat down to log in, but then she remembered what she’d hidden at the back of her closet. The solution to her little problem. The one that Patrick nearly died of embarrassment to get for her, and even paid for with his own money. How many hours had Patrick spent working in the bike shop just to pay for her… Diapers? She’d been too embarrassed to look at the price, but she could imagine they weren’t cheap. She took a deep breath, then plunged her head in among her old coats and dresses that were too small on her, and fished out a large plastic package. The front of it displayed a plain white rectangle suspended between the legs of what looked to be a quite mature lady. She shuddered. These were meant for old people. Not teenage girls who were overly obsessed with video games. Alera almost chucked the package back in the closet, but then she noticed the back side. It was a similar picture, showing the offending undergarment suspended around the midsection of a woman, but this woman looked like she was Alera’s age, and she was smiling. Incontinence protection for women of all ages, read the label. She put the package on her desk. It was big enough that she needed to use both hands to carry it. Just how many… diapers… were in this thing? She shot a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure her mother hadn’t somehow sneaked up on her, then she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut open the package. She stuck her fingers in and managed to wriggle loose one of the tightly packed diapers. She pulled hard, and the thing came loose so suddenly and violently that it flew out of her hand and nearly knocked over her desktop lamp. Alera picked the diaper up off of the lamp and placed it on her bed. It was a huge rectangle. She couldn’t imagine how she’d possibly wear that under clothes without looking like, well, like she was wearing a diaper. The front had no colorful designs, like baby diapers; it was plain white, except for a yellow strip on the front. Alera blushed when she realized what that was for: it was a wetness indicator. To show off if and when she used her diaper. She took the cursed thing and flung it off the bed. Fuck this. I’m not a baby and I don’t need it. But then, as she was about to stomp on the diaper in defiance, her eyes flickered to her laundry basket. Alera walked over and took off the lid. The pungent aroma of old urine invaded her nostrils. There lay the evidence of her latest accident, which she’d been so upset about that she’d forgotten to put in the wash. Rummaging under the smelly, wet pajamas, she found two other pairs of panties with faded stains in the gusset from when she’d leaked on the way to the bathroom after a long gaming session. Cursing herself, she carried the whole pile of wet clothes into the laundry room and put them in the wash. Then she returned to her room and picked up the diaper. If I win fifteen thousand, who cares if I do so wearing a diaper? She gingerly unfolded the diaper. If it looked huge when folded up, when she’d unfolded it, it looked positively gargantuan. Do I even have any clothes that could cover this? Alera pulled off her jeans, then, with a sigh, she threw off her panties. They were light pink, and when she studied the insides, she saw, to her horror, that there was a discolored, faded stain in the middle. As if even her underwear was trying to tell her she needed this. Alera realized she had no idea how to put on a diaper. She had changed her baby cousin’s diapers, a few years ago when visiting her aunt, but one, he was a baby, and two, she wasn’t putting it on someone else, she was putting it on herself. And the thing she was currently hovering her bare butt over was about ten times the size of her cousin’s baby pants. She lowered herself onto it. It was surprisingly soft, like sitting on a pillow. Except normally, one didn’t strap a pillow between one’s legs and keep it there for the rest of the day, which was what she intended to do. She tried to pull the thing up and fasten it with the four tapes, but she couldn’t get it to sit properly on her hips. Alera cursed inwardly. Why is this so complicated? She only had a limited number of hours in the day, and if she was to have any shot at winning the fifteen thousand dollar grand prize, she needed to practice all night for the rest of the week. She didn’t have any goddamn time to spend on putting on this goddamn diaper. But on the other hand, if her mother caught her in wet pants again, she wouldn’t be able to practice at all. Finally, she’d fastened the tapes well enough that the diaper didn’t slide off. But when she rose from the bed, the thing sagged on her hips, and she could see downstairs to her nude crotch in the gap between her belly and the waistband. This thing was bone dry and it was already sagging like, well, like she’d used it. Twice. Which meant she’d probably done it wrong. Sighing, she waddled over to the computer. It wasn’t that the diaper was too thick to walk in normally; it was thick, and kept her legs uncomfortably apart, but not quite that thick. It was more so the fact that it hung so loosely on her hips that she felt like it would fall off if she didn’t waddle like she’d crapped her pants. Alera dialed up Patrick on a video call. She wasn’t looking forward to this conversation, but there was nobody else she could talk to about this stuff. As she waited for Patrick to answer, she noticed that he’d sent something to her. It was a YouTube link to a cartoon video about an obsessive gamer who kept a “shit bucket” next to his computer, so he didn’t need to leave the game to crap. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Patrick,” she said as his dirty-blonde hair and grinning face showed up on the screen. “For your information, I have never crapped myself.” “Just thought it was funny,” he said, doing his best imitation of an asshole teenage boy who had somehow body-snatched her best friend. “Come on, you gotta look on the bright side.” “Says you, and you’re not the one who has a goddamn diaper strapped to her waist.” “Oh, good, you put it on?” Blushing, she stood up and angled her webcam so he could see. “Oh my god,” he said. “One, that’s truly adorable.” “Adorable? Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, I mean that. But you interrupted me. One, adorable. Two, you appear to have put it on the wrong way.” She looked down. Goddamn it. There was a very clear word, “BACK”, written on the front of her diaper. So that’s why the thing sags like I poured a bucket of water into it. “Hold on, I’m coming over,” Patrick said. “What? No, no, you can’t see me like this.” “You already showed me. And somebody needs to make sure that thing is put on right.” “You’re not getting to see me naked, you perv!” Alera almost yelled, but managed to modulate her voice in time not to alert her mother downstairs. “Low blow, Al,” he said. “You know very well I’d never look at you in that way.” She did, at that. “Fine,” she said. “But only if you promise me you’ll finally ask James out this week.” The color drained from his face. “Alera, I can’t do that, you know why...” “We both know you want it. Why not?” “What if he’s not...” “Honey, we both know he is. You’re just afraid of rejection.” “Al, I don’t know...” “You get to see me literally naked if you’re willing to be emotionally naked for one goddamn second and go get the guy of your dreams. Seems like a fair deal. I don’t even get a fairy prince at the end of this, I only get, like, a fucking diaper put on the right way in case I piss myself.” “Oh… kay,” Patrick said. “Hold on, I’m coming over.” And he cut the connection. Alera smiled. Although she wasn’t looking forward to her best friend coming over to diaper her, she was very happy that Patrick had promised to finally ask James out. He was a boy Patrick had been crushing on for half a year, and she’d tried for half a year to convince him to ask the guy out, but Patrick had a pathological fear that not only would he be rejected, he’d be rejected because James wasn’t into his gender. Except both of them were 99% sure James was, in fact, gay, and Alera was almost as certain she’d caught the boy sneaking shy glances at her friend when he wasn’t looking. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at her door. Alera had huddled up under some blankets on her bed, hiding the shameful, back-to-front diaper from view. “Hey you,” Patrick said, as he opened the door. “Your mom let me in. I swear, the way she looks at me, you’d think she thinks of me as her son-in-law.” “She’s convinced you’re my boyfriend. I’ve told her a thousand times it’s not like that, but she’s so happy I’ve got a real friend to hang out with IRL that she refuses to listen.” “God, you’ve definitely spent too much time on the internet,” Patrick said, rolling his eyes. “What do you mean?” “You just said Aye Arr Ell out loud.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Alera said. “Just come over here and let’s get this over with.” She pushed the blankets out of the way, exposing her bare midriff where her shirt rode up, and below it, the poorly attached, sagging diaper. “My, my, you made a mess of this, and you haven’t even pissed in it yet,” Patrick said. “Please, let’s pretend you’re a nurse and be… professional about it,” Alera said. “Funny,” he said. “Okay, I think you need to take it off, you’ve ruined the tapes.” “Are you an expert on adult diapers suddenly?” He blushed. “No, but I can tell they’re not properly attached. Come on, off you go,” he said, reaching over to unfasten her tapes. “I can do it myself!” She nearly shouted. Carefully, slowly, she peeled off the tapes, and then, closing her eyes and blushing, she pulled the front of the diaper down, exposing herself to him. “You can keep your eyes closed if you’re embarrassed,” he said. “But just know I’m only looking at you for strictly, uh, medical purposes.” She heard the rustle as he pulled another diaper out of the pack. Then he instructed her to lay down and lift her bum as he slid the ruined diaper out from under her and replaced it with a fresh one. “Just for the record, this whole situation is super weird,” Patrick said. “Just so you know.” Alera felt his knuckles touch her belly, and she shivered. She kept her eyes closed, unable to meet his eyes as she worked on fastening her into her diaper. She wondered, idly, what it would be like to be touched down there by somebody she was in love with. She wasn’t in love with James, at least not romantically; even so, it felt good, somehow, someplace deep below the humiliation of it all, to be touched so lovingly by someone she loved, even if she wasn’t in love with him. He was gentle, and quick, and he made sure not to touch her more than absolutely necessary. Before she knew it, she felt him grab her under the armpits and hoist her up to a seated position. “All done!” He said. “You can open your eyes.” She did so, and looked down to see the diaper taped with the front actually placed in front of her, as intended. She rose from the bed and gave her hips a tentative shake. The diaper moved slightly, with an embarrassing plastic rustle, but it hung firm to her hips. “Oh my god,” she said, studying the diaper. “You’re brilliant. Do you really think I look, uh, adorable like this?” “You do look cute,” Patrick said. “Very cute, but not, like, in the same way...” “Not handsome and sexy, like James, you mean?” She winked at him. It was her way of reorienting the conversation from something that embarrassed her to something that embarrassed him. She could only bear for her childish underwear to remain the topic of conversation for so long. “Oh, don’t get started,” he said, affecting a childish pout. “You are going to ask him out, like you promised?” “I don’t know, Al,” he said, shrugging. “Patrick, for the love of god, you just saw me naked, you just touched me down there, and you just put a diaper on me, and all you have to do is ask your dream guy out on a date, which I know you’ve wanted to do for six months. Now, will you do it?” Alera put her hands on her hips, which looked quite silly, she reflected, when those hips were covered in baby underwear. “Yes, Ma’am,” Patrick said. “For real?” “I’ll do it the day after tomorrow. We have a class together on Wednesday.” “Good.” She nodded. “Now, uh, sorry to shoo you away, but the whole reason I put this thing on was I need to practice. I know I was kind of vague earlier, but I won a bunch of money, and they invited me to this LAN tournament where there’s fifteen damn thousand on the line for first place. So I kind of need to get my practice hours in.” “Wow,” Patrick said. “Congrats.” “It’s this weekend. Oh, Patrick, will you come with me? As my moral support and, like, coach or something?” He shook his head, less a gesture of disagreement, more one of confusion. “Alera, I’d love to, but look. I’m Silver rank in Vanguard. I don’t know shit about high-level strategies. I don’t know what possible use I’d be to you in a tournament, as a coach.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Silly, I’m not asking you to teach me strategy. I need someone as a moral support. To keep my head straight. And just maybe, keep my diapers facing the right way. I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. I’m asking you to be my friend, and help me focus on the right things, like you always do. But the letter said I can only bring one person backstage with me as a coach, so I’d have to register you as a coach.” “Okay,” Patrick said, as if she hadn’t just dumped a whole lot of responsibility on him with no promise of any particular reward. She felt her shoulders relax as he nodded. “In that case,” Patrick said, “as your coach, here’s your first order: You gotta find a practice partner. I may not know what the best strategies are, but I know you’re brilliant at finding them, and I know it’s not a great idea to reveal them all on the ladder before the big tournament.” Alera shook her head. She hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know who that would be,” she said. “I don’t really communicate with the other top players, outside of typing ‘gg’ after the end of a game.” Then she had an idea. “Wait! I know who to talk to! Thank you again, Patrick, you’re brilliant!” She sidled over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noted that her initial embarrassment about wearing the diaper in front of Patrick seemed to have vanished. As if, somehow, this was how things had always been between them. She sent him on his way, and then she sat down by her computer. Alera found the anonymous account she had beaten with her new strategy the other day, the one she was pretty sure belonged to a Korean grandmaster. She composed a personal message to the player: Hello, this is kind of strange, I know, but we played some games on the ladder this weekend. I am going to be playing in my first LAN tournament soon, and I’m looking for a practice partner. I think you might be Korean, and so we won’t be competing at the same tournaments, so you and I can both benefit from this. I know this might seem strange coming from a stranger, but I really enjoyed our games this weekend, and I believe you are one of the best players in the world, and I really need to practice against the best to be the best. Also, I beat you with that tech-delay timing attack, and if I were you I would want a chance at revenge. Sincerely, Butterfly She hit SEND. Then she sat staring at the screen. No response message was forthcoming. Of course not. The few times she received PMs, she took hours or even days to respond. Usually, they were from salty opponents who had lost to her, and were now there to insult her intelligence, her looks (even though she didn’t have any pictures of herself on her profile), her skills, or to accuse her of being a cheater. And if the anonymous account really belonged to one of the best players in South Korea, as she suspected, they must receive a lot of hate messages and a lot of stupid fan messages. She hopped into a ladder game, but for once, she was unable to focus on the game. She only managed to win because her opponent made a stupid mistake. She looked at her opponent’s profile. Hmm. Number sixty-seven on the ladder. Somehow, in the past few months, she had gone from being in awe at the top 100 players, when she herself was just breaking into that world, to now, somehow beating a solid top 100 player even though she was unfocused and played below her usual level. Ping! The little message bell rang out in her headphones. She quickly opened the message. It was written in very broken English, with passages that looked like they were taken straight from Google Translate. But as she pieced together an understanding of the reply, a smile crept onto her lips. The anonymous player confirmed that he was Korean, and said that he usually didn’t practice with players outside of his team—confirming, without a doubt, that this was an actual, honest-to-god professional—but that he was very intrigued with the strategy she had identified to exploit the weakness in his opening. “American players very bad,” he wrote, “I only play there sometime for relaxing. But you only one found good strategy.” They sent a few messages back and forth, and agreed that he would practice with her for a few days, in exchange for her finding a way to plug the hole in his opening strategy that she’d identified. Hands shaking with excitement, she typed: “What is your real nickname?” Three dots appeared, indicating the mysterious Korean grandmaster was typing. A single word in reply: Saehwong. Oh my fucking god. Alera opened the Korean ladder. Number one, Saehwong. 6900 Elo. She navigated to Liquipedia, the esports encyclopedia, to confirm her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her. She opened the page about the recent Vanguard World Championship. Runner-up: Saehwong. “Oh my god,” she said out loud. “The second best player in the world is going to be my practice partner!” The two of them played games together for five hours. She lost most of them, but she didn’t care. She was practicing against the best possible opposition, short of the actual world champion. And as she continued to play, she felt her confidence surge. She wasn’t as fast as him, and her strategies weren’t as refined, but by the fifth game, she no longer felt out of her depth. She never felt as if she didn’t understand why she lost, and she was able to implement immediate improvements to her game as a response. Some small-scale NA players are gonna be easy after this, she thought. As a final test, she said good-bye to Saehwong for the night and loaded into a ladder game on the North American ladder. She won, easily, using a strategy Saehwong had just used to beat her. Then she looked at her opponent’s profile. Number nine in North America. And I just beat him easily. He never had a chance! Alera knew her hopes of winning the tournament were slim. She had never played a LAN tournament before. She’d never played in front of a crowd, on a stage, with fifteen thousand dollars on the line. But for the first time since she received the invitation, she felt like it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. By that time, it was almost midnight. For the first time in many hours, Alera’s thoughts were pulled back to what she was wearing. And what she wasn’t wearing. Her diaper, thankfully, was dry, but her bladder was aching, and she knew she probably had no more than five minutes before it was too late. She also knew that in order to actually rush downstairs and pee, she needed to put on some pants. In her excitement, she hadn’t remembered to put any on after Patrick left.
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  40. These are the ones I have found so far - many I have found on the forum so they are probably all known to many of you, apologies! https://twitter.com/BladderBursting https://twitter.com/YourPeePrincess https://twitter.com/ilovepeepants https://twitter.com/lizzylovespee https://twitter.com/Aoe9BFkNiNtDGUR https://twitter.com/satethu_gaman https://twitter.com/Co2z5ZhKArfFwJW https://twitter.com/yuki2000521 https://twitter.com/remon_pure_more https://twitter.com/1999manaka1120 https://twitter.com/rinarina_lovely https://twitter.com/toyochika32 https://twitter.com/Ms9Gi https://twitter.com/YbeasieBea https://twitter.com/youromofantasy https://twitter.com/BriannaWet https://twitter.com/omoyuka https://twitter.com/wettingqueenbee https://twitter.com/AleseniaQ https://twitter.com/peeingblog https://twitter.com/peemypantsblog https://twitter.com/OmorashiQ https://twitter.com/pissmistresss https://twitter.com/desperatepeebad https://twitter.com/RenataValewska https://twitter.com/TwAmelie https://twitter.com/pbabygirl44 https://twitter.com/Those2OmoGirls https://twitter.com/prettywetgirl https://twitter.com/chaweol
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  41. I also use the molicare slip maxi occasionally and agree there are a great overnight diaper. I usually sleep on my back and rarely have leaks but often leak if I sleep on my side. As you said, a booster pad might have helped, you don't want a gap between your body and the diaper.
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  42. (This is my first story, let me know what you think about it!) Slowly stirring awake, Lena reached her arm over towards her nightstand, picking up her phone. She rubbed her eyes as she glanced at the time that was on her phone screen. The large numbers read: "11:32." Taking the cue that it was now time to get up, Lena slid out of her bed, still a bit groggy. She shuffled her feet to the nearby bathroom, and glanced at herself in the mirror. Upon first glance, she noticed how messy her normally straight blonde hair was. She sighed softly, knowing that she would have to clean herself up after her long sleep, After checking her appearance in the mirror, Lena made her way to the toilet, where she relieved herself, letting her bladder's contents pour out into the toilet. She made her way out of the toilet, she walked back to the mirror, a slight grin appearing on her face. "And that'll be the last time I do that for a while..." She thought to herself as she started to get ready for that day's activities. Lena hopped into the shower, washing her body and hair down, before exiting a few minutes later. She soon changed into her outfit that she had preplanned out the day before. She put a pair of blue skinny jeans on, with a light t-shirt to compliment it. She also grabbed a light jacket, to complete her outfit. With her clothing all set, Lena reached underneath her bed and pulled out a small shopping bag. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small chain and a padlock. Looping the chain through the belt loops of her jeans, Lena soon secured the chain with a padlock, placed in front of her. She tugged at her jeans a few times, ensuring that she would not be able to remove them without removing the padlock. "Just like the video...I won't be able to unlock my jeans until I return home...but by then I should have a nice and full bladder." She grinned to herself, taking a few brief seconds to admire her handiwork. She adjusted her shirt so that it would cover the top of her jeans, before putting on the light jacket. Lena reached into the bag and pulled out the key to the padlock, placing it on her nightstand, when she was to return back to her place. Grabbing her purse and student ID, Lena was about to leave when she realized she forgot one thing. She made her way back into the small kitchen, grabbing a water bottle for the trip. She opened the cap and took a few sips before leaving her small off campus house. By this time, most students were out and about, and she hardly saw anyone on the walk down to the bus stop. She took a seat, sipping from her water bottle occasionally as she waited for the city bus to arrive. She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time, knowing that it was important that she arrive at her destination at a certain time. "Good...it's just past noon...I have an hour or so before the movie starts..." She thought to herself as the sound of an engine soon grabbed Lena's attention. The bus slowly pulled up to the stop and she slowly got on, flashing her student ID to the driver who nodded his head. She took a seat at the middle of the bus, as it departed from the stop. As it drove, Lena glanced out the window, watching the facade of the university buildings disappear, only to be replaced with an endless stream of suburban housing. As she watched, Lena constantly sipped from her water bottle, before finishing it halfway into the ride. The bus continued to drive around the city, making occasional stops, before arriving at a massive shopping mall on the outskirts of the town. Upon stopping, Lena soon exited the bus, disposing of her water bottle in a nearby recycling bin. She smiled to herself briefly, checking her phone for the time yet again. "I have about 30 minutes until the movie starts...I should have enough time..." She pondered to herself, before entering into the expansive building. Lena hastily walked to the central part of the mall where the food court was. It was a big central area, with a variety of different restaurants that dotted the perimeter. On this particular day, Lena was more interested in the small coffee stand that sat in the middle, and was usually quite popular. However, today seemed to be a bit more of a slow day, and there was no line at all. In the span of a few minutes, Lena found herself holding a medium sized cup of coffee which she promptly began to sip on as she strolled through the mall. After a brief walk through the massive complex, Lena soon found herself staring at the entrance to the movie theater, that was one of the main attractions for the mall. She started to enter before a worker called out to her. "Ma'am...we don't allow any outside beverages in..." He announced in a stern tone. Glancing down, Lena realized that she still had her cup of coffee in, and still had around a quarter of it left. "I can't let any of this go to waste..." She smirked to herself before quickly downing the rest of the beverage, before entering into the theater. Lena reached into the purse and pulled out her movie ticket that she printed the night before. She gave it to the usher who promptly let her in. Before heading off to the particular theater, she decided to purchase yet another drink. By this time, Lena could already feel a slight ping in her bladder, as the water from earlier started to trickle its way into her bladder. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she would be able to relieve herself, but Lena had absolutely no desire to relieve herself with such an empty bladder. Having to hold in public was much more exciting than doing so alone, and she was not about to make her hold any easier. Walking up to the concession stand, Lena ordered a medium sized soda and a bag of popcorn as well. Knowing how large the sizes were, she wanted to ensure that she would be able to finish the drink, but not have to rush and get sick. Within a minute or two, Lena had her drink and snack and she made her way to the theater. Having bought a seat at the back of the theater, Lena had very few people to deal with. Furthermore, the movie had already been out for a few weeks, and the theater itself was fairly empty. However, it wasn't the movie that she was particularly interested in, it was simply a psychological horror movie that got fairly mediocre reviews, but Lena was more interested in the concept of being surprised, and she wanted to see how she would react. After the previews, the movie began, and Lena was entirely focused in on the screen, hardly noticing how much she drank from her soda. Within the span of an hour, Lena had consumed almost a liter of fluid, which was now filling up her bladder. The movie continued to progress, with much of the expositional dialogue from the movie's characters continuing on and on. It seemed quite boring up until a particular point, and Lena jumped up in her seat for the first time, genuinely caught off guard by the sudden jump scare. It was at this moment when Lena realized how full her bladder was. Each time Lena shifted around, it felt like there were weights attached to her bladder, she could feel the immense pressure that was building up within her. She pressed her hands up against her jeans, feeling her bladder bulge out, only to be restrained by the waistline of her jeans. She crossed her legs, trying to remain comfortable, but it was clear to Lena that her bladder was screaming for relief, yet she did not intend to provide any. Despite the immense pressure, Lena was loving every minute of her hold. She had a feeling of exhilaration that she never felt before, having to hold her bladder or wet herself in public, without any opportunity for relief. Lena subtly lifted her shirt, rubbing her hand across her lower abdomen, where her bladder was located. All that she could feel was a rock hard bulge, and she quickly soothed it by rubbing it discreetly, which was quite easy in the darkness of the theater. She continued to attempt to ease her full bladder with her hand as she watched the film. The movie continued its reliance on jump scares, and Lena shifted around uncomfortably, trying not to wet herself. With each scare, she felt immense pressure rush through her bladder as she jumped in her seat. Her bladder was aching and pounding, desperately begging for it to be released, without regard to where it was done. At this point Lena was unsure whether or not she would be able to make it home without an accident, but luckily enough the movie ended and the lights of the theater flickered on. As soon as she stood up, a tugging sensation rippled through Lena's body, as the sudden movement nearly caused her to leak out. "That was close..." She muttered softly to herself as she glanced down at her pants. Her lower abdomen was bulging out fairly noticeably now, causing her to cover up with her jacket. It didn't help that the waistline of the jeans was pressed directly against her expanding bulge. It took a few moments for her to collect herself, but Lena managed to bring her aching bladder under control as she soon departed the theater, taking small steps as she did so. Lena gingerly made her way through the mall, doing her best to appear inconspicuous, her jacket covering up the bulge underneath her shirt. With each step, the pressure of her bladder increased, begging and screaming for release. She passed by several bathrooms on the way out, and the idea of being able to release made Lena almost wet herself, forcing herself to duck down and jam her hands against the front of her jeans. She took several deep breaths to recollect herself, before adjusting her jacket and exiting the mall. Once she was out, Lena was greeted by a rush of cool air, which caused her bladder to twinge even more. She sat down at the bus stop, crossing her legs and tapping her foot somewhat nervously. She tried her best to appear nonchalant, but it was clear to the average person that she was having a problem. An older woman noticed Lena appearing anxious and turned towards her. "Is there something wrong?" The older woman asked, turning towards Lena with a curious gaze. "Just a little eager to return home, that's all." Lena responded in a friendly tone, even though she had bigger problems to worry about. "If you need to use the bathroom, they're in the mall, there will always be another bus." The woman suggested, motioning back towards the entryway of the building. "No, I'm fine, thank you very much though." Lena lied, before turning her attention towards the arriving bus. It soon pulled up to the bus stop and the waiting passengers entered in. Lena took a seat at the back of the bus, and attempted to pass the time by glancing out the windows as the bus drove along. However, unlike before, it felt that the bus was moving in amber. Every stop seemed to take an eternity, and she could feel every pothole, speed bump, and sharp turn that the bus made. With each little bump, the bus jostled around, and Lena had no choice but to soothe her aching bladder, hoping that she wouldn't wet herself on the bus. She took deep breaths, trying to compose herself as best as possible, but she could tell that her bladder muscles were beginning to weaken after over an hour of holding a full bladder. Right when she was sure she was going to wet herself, Lena saw the familiar facade of the university roll around. The bus stopped and she quickly departed, quickly walking down the street at a rapid pace. She reached into her purse, and pulled out her house key, ready to unlock the door when she arrived at her house. Lena quickly turned off of the sidewalk, cutting across the grass and towards the front door. She quickly turned the key and entered in, locking the door behind her. As soon as Lena entered into her house, she breathed an immense sigh of relief. She had managed to make it back to her home without having an accident, and had an exhilarating time holding her full bladder. "I want to keep on holding even more...it's such a shame that I'll have to go pee now..." She remarked to herself, knowing that her bladder muscles were quite fatigued now and would likely give in any second. She gingerly made her way up to the bedroom and found the padlock key right where she placed it, on her nightstand. Lena picked up her shirt and unlocked the padlock, yanking the chain off of her jeans. Lena made her way to the bathroom where she unzipped her jeans and sat down on the toilet. She rubbed her large bulge one last time before her bladder fully released itself, a torrential stream into the toilet, with the sound of her pee hitting the water filling up the room. Lena breathed an immense sigh as she emptied her aching bladder, allowing it the relief that it craved for hours. She was on the toilet for nearly two minutes, before her bladder was fully empty. She cleaned herself up and departed the toilet, heading to the mirror. She grinned eagerly, having experienced the most exciting day in a long time...
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  43. This was a long, long ago request from @diaperwetboy101, which I finally promised to fulfill by the end of January (made it!). Of course, @Piddly did a delightful version (here), but I wanted to keep my promise. Enjoy! *** Devin Arthur bounced his leg rapidly, willing the tram to move faster. It was the second day of the qualifying rounds for the Australian Open, and Devin was excited to get back to work as a ball boy. The tryouts had been more brutal than Devin had anticipated. Tennis matches were notorious for their length, and even the young ball boys and girls had to prove they had the agility, focus, and stamina to quickly retrieve and distribute dead balls throughout the entire match. He’d gone to tryouts with several of his mates from school, but only he and Veronica, a girl from his year at school, had been chosen. At 15, Devin was on the older end of the age spectrum for ball kids, but then again, he wasn’t quite as into tennis as many of the younger hires. Devin played on his school team, and, like most Australians, he was a fan of Lleyton Hewitt, but he wasn’t looking to use this opportunity to “get close” to some of the big players, get some tips, and/or catch the eye of major coaches. He was just in it for the experience. And because it made his schoolmates jealous. The first day had gone well, Devin thought. He’d been assigned to Court 11 and had gotten to see 5 different qualifying matches, both men’s and women’s. The weather had been beautiful, and even those low-level matches had been well-attended. Devin admired the intensity with which each player approached their game, no matter how unlikely their odds to advance. Today’s matches, presumably, would be even better, with many of the highest-ranked players scheduled. Of course, there was no guarantee that Devin would be assigned to those matches – they weren’t given their courts until they got to the park. The weather was meant to get quite warm, so today’s events were scheduled to start fairly early: 8 AM. And so Devin was on the tram, headed to Melbourne Park on his own. They’d been told to arrive by 7:30 at the latest to get their assignments and get into position. With up to 13 active games at any one time, even sharing the schedule with the dozens of ball kids was a process. The tram pulled to a stop, and Devin slid out the doors, making his way through the milling crowds. The early start time definitely kept some people away, so the stands wouldn’t be full (or however full they were going to get) for at least another few hours. Still, there were plenty of people around, and Devin could feel the palpable excitement and anticipation, even for the day’s qualifying matches. Holding onto his water bottle, Devin joined the cluster of ball kids standing around Antony, the 20-something guy in charge of the ball kids. Devin grinned to himself; Antony looked just as bitter and frustrated as he had yesterday. Devin got the impression that being in charge of the ball kids wasn’t seen as quite as prestigious as being a ball kid. Or maybe Antony just didn’t like kids. Whatever the reason, Antony was sneering at the youths surrounding him as if each and every one of them smelled strongly of sulfur. The kids were all chattering with each other, oblivious to their leader’s disdain. At 7:30 on the dot, Antony began loudly reading court assignments without so much as a “Good morning” preface. The group was mostly the same as yesterday, but, for whatever reason, they weren’t placed on the same courts. Devin wondered if they’d been observed yesterday, and these new assignments were somehow based on their performance. Before he had enough time to fully work out his performance-based assignment hypothesis, Devin heard “Arthur – Court 10! Base!” Devin nodded, but Antony wasn’t even looking at him. He glanced around and saw that kids seemed to be moving as soon as their names were called. Apparently, no one needed any extra instruction today. Devin half-shrugged and turned toward his assigned court. Court 10 was smack in the middle of the cluster of smaller, non-practice courts, so he had to weave past the crowds filing into other spaces. As a base, Devin would be positioned at the corner of the court, ready to collect balls from the “nets” positioned at the sides of the court and then toss them back to the players. Being a base usually didn’t involve as much running as being a net, but you had to be quick and pay constant, close attention to the players, some of whom had very little patience for poorly-tossed balls. The day was clear and Devin could already feel the air warming up. He took a swig from his water bottle, making a mental note of where the drinking fountains were. The breaks between matches weren’t long, but he’d have enough time to run and refill. The qualifying matches were on a tight schedule, so the first players were already warming up on the court. Devin straightened his shoulders and took his place at the corner of the bright blue court. The first match – a women’s match – finished in two sets, as many of the qualifying matches did. Despite being brief, the action was still rigorous, and Devin had to wipe a sheen of sweat from his forehead. He didn’t bother listening to the names of the next players; he just wanted to get a quick drink and prepare for the next round. The next match was more competitive and took a bit longer. The sun rose higher, heating the park, and Devin managed a few more quick gulps of water between points. When the match finished, he was bit surprised to find his water bottle empty. He glanced up, and, seeing that the previous players were still packing up, decided he had enough time to run to get a refill. Devin was quick (one of the reasons he’d been selected as a ball boy), so it took him less than 90 seconds to run to the nearest restrooms, fill his bottle at one of the drinking fountains, and run back to Court 10. He grinned at his own speed, taking another sip of water as he rounded the stands to take his place at the back of the court. “What are you doing?!?” Devin choked on his water and started to cough violently. He looked up to see Antony glaring at him, clutching his clipboard as if it were made of solid gold. “I…” Devin sputtered, trying to bring his cough under control. He frowned, caught off guard by Antony’s intensity. “I went to get more water.” Sure enough, Antony glared. “You do not leave until your designated break!” he snapped, looking for all the world like Devin was a soldier who’d abandoned his post and endangered his battalion. “This open does not have time to wait for the whims of ball boys!” Devin nearly laughed at Antony’s dramatic phrasing, but stopped himself when he saw the manager’s complete lack of irony. “Alright, mate, no worries,” he said, moving to step around Antony. “I’ll stick around until my relief comes.” Antony’s glare intensified. “See that you do.” Devin turned back to the court, shaking his head a bit in bemusement. He definitely hadn’t missed anything – the next players were just arriving – so he didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about. Still, he thought, taking one last gulp of water before the match began, it was Antony’s job to keep all the ball kids organized. It was probably pretty frustrating when people didn’t stick to the schedule. The befuddlement passed quickly enough, though. Devin wasn’t usually one to dwell on frustration, and the next match was about to start, drawing his focus to the court. It was another brief outing, the higher-ranked player greatly outmatching her opponent. For the second game, the winner was on the opposite side of the court, meaning that Devin had to chase down quite a few balls that snuck past her opponent. By the end of the game, Devin was breathing hard and grateful for the break. He took a deliberately smaller-than-usual sip of water between games. His first break was schedule at noon, and it was just past 10:30 now. The replacement would show up right on time, even if it wasn’t between games; they’d just have to maintain focus and make a smooth swap. Then, Devin would get a half hour break to get lunch and get more to drink. And, he realized, go to the toilet. Devin shifted a bit in his crouch. Thinking about his break made him realize that his bladder was feeling pretty full. He hadn’t gone to the toilet before the first game, and he’d downed well over a full Nalgene’s worth of water so far. The next match was about to start, and Devin marveled a bit at how quickly the games were moving. It wasn’t uncommon for qualifying matches to be fairly lopsided, but even the points seemed to be coming quickly so far. Not that it mattered – Devin’s access to a bathroom didn’t depend on how quickly games finished. He was stuck at the court until his replacement came. The first serve was sent, and Devin locked onto the game. He chased down the balls flawlessly, sweating in the late-morning heat. He knew he probably shouldn’t drink more, but he could feel the skin of his face heating up. He gulped down more water, almost on instinct. By the time the match ended, his water bottle was empty once again, and his bladder was dangerously full. Devin’s eyes darted around the court, watching the players shake hands. He knew the closest restroom was roughly two court lengths away – he could definitely make it there and back before the next match started. He only had about a half hour before his scheduled break, but since finishing his water, he was quite desperate. He was unconsciously jiggling his left leg, and he didn’t want to be distracted for the next game. Making up his mind, Devin turned to leave the court…only to stop abruptly under Antony’s pinched glare. “Can I help you?” Antony sneered. “I…” The shock of running into his boss had distracted Devin’s hold, and he very nearly lost a leak into his pants. Unnerved, he decided getting to a toilet was more important than pleasing Antony at the moment. “I really need to go to the Gents,” he said, nearly begging. “I’ll be quick.” Antony gave an aggrieved sigh, curling his lip in disgust. “You most certainly won’t!” he snapped. “The next match is going to start, and it’s an important one. Donald Young. Promising American. The stands are full!” Eyes wide, Devin took in Antony’s insistent monologue. “But…” “Go!” Antony all but shouted, making Devin jump. He turned back to the court, heart pounding. He’d very nearly leaked at Antony’s outburst, and now he was seriously questioning his ability to hold it until his replacement came. Devin narrowed his eyes and took his place in the corner. By the time the match started, he’d realistically only have about 20 minutes to work, and then he could take a break. And he could definitely make it for 20 minutes. Only his bladder didn’t agree. His need felt disproportionately more urgent than it did 5 minutes ago. Standing up straight, Devin tried to press his legs together surreptitiously. He was definitely past the point of needed external support to help him hold, but the 2,000 or so fans didn’t exactly make for a private scene. As the players took their places, Devin tried to convince himself that no one was really paying attention to him, anyway. He tried to pretend that his shifting, wiggling movements were either completely unnoticed or, if noticed, were written off as regular, non-desperate movements. Nothing to see here. Unfortunately, the game play seemed pretty equal, so it wasn’t even like Devin got a break by having most of the balls on the other half of the court. Seemingly every other play had him either running after a ball himself or waiting for a return from one of the nets. Devin felt his first real leak about five minutes into the match, and he nearly cried out in fear. His focus on regaining control nearly made him miss a ball one of the nets rolled in his direction. The bobble earned him a look of disgust from the player – Donald Young, Antony had said – while he waited for it to be tossed back to him. It was as if he was out of sync with the whole world around him. Devin could see all the action happening, but he couldn’t connect to it. Only his bladder – his swollen, tortured bladder – existed now, and he was on the very edge of losing all control. The next serve was sent, and Devin was being taunted by the wet fabric pressing against his skin. He couldn’t help but glance to the side, hopelessly looking to see if his replacement was somehow early. Of course, no replacement was in sight, and Devin’s lower lip started to tremble. He looked back at the court to see his counterpart toss the ball to Rochus, Young’s opponent, for his next serve. Rochus tossed the ball in the air and slammed it forward with a grunt. And at that exact moment, Devin’s shaky hold became a nonexistent one, and urine started actively, consistently trickling into his pants. The standard noises of racket hits, player grunts, and wordless crowd reactions faded into the background as hot piss streamed its way down Devin’s leg. He simply stood there, legs together, as he slowly wet himself. Tears filled his eyes as he realized that his accident was creating a puddle, one that was now creeping toward the borders of the court. With a vicious backhand, Young broke Rochus’ serve, and the crowd applauded in appreciation. Before the applause had even died down, though, Devin heard gasps and murmurs that very clearly indicated growing awareness of his accident. He stood utterly still as an auditory rush of disbelief filled the stands, still peeing through his shorts. His eyes shone, the surface tension holding back both the tears and a total emotional breakdown. He heard the ref call for time, and that sound – an official time out called on account of his accident, not for any game-related reason – was the last straw. Devin ran. He ran from the court, past the stunned spectators, his last sight the image of his disgustingly large puddle, standing out like an oil slick on the blue court. There was a crowd around the bathrooms, and Devin didn’t even think before turning away, running all the way past the show court to the Function Centre. The doors were open, but the crowds were sparse, so he was able to run into the meeting room where they’d had their ball kid orientation just a week ago. The door swung shut behind him, and Devin stopped, breathing hard. His shorts were soaked and heavy, and he had no earthly idea what to do now. He was too stunned even to cry. After a minute or so of panting and panicking, Devin heard quick, angry steps approaching the meeting room. Seconds later, the door was batted open, and Antony stormed in, looking positively apoplectic. Antony sputtered for a few moments, before finally forming words. “What…how could…are you…” But he was cut off as an authoritative-looking woman with a walkie-talkie clipped to her belt walked into the room. Antony stopped talking immediately as the woman quickly took in the scene in front of her. “Parker,” she snapped at Antony. “Outside. Now.” Cowed, Antony followed the woman back out into the hall. Devin sniffed, his lower lip still trembling. They apparently didn’t walk far, because Devin could clearly hear the voices of the woman and Antony through the meeting room door. “Are you mad?” the woman sounded furious. “Can you please tell me why I have a delay caused by a puddle on Court 10 and a ball boy standing in my conference room in wet pants??” “I…he…” Antony stammered. “There are toilets less than a hundred meters away! Why wasn’t he given a break?” Devin heard Antony snort indignantly. “His break was at noon.” “That’s his full meal break!” the woman was nearly shouting. “Why did he not run to the toilet between games?” There was a pause, and Devin felt an odd mix of guilt and validation So he was meant to be allowed to leave between games. Which meant that he didn’t have to… “I was trying to keep things on schedule,” Antony finally answered, his voice reedy. There was another pause before the woman spoke again, her voice fierce. “If you are telling me that you actively denied this child a chance to use the toilet, you are absolutely finished here. Strike that. You’re finished anyway. Give me your clipboard. You’re done.” A shudder passed through Devin, a physical manifestation of his adrenaline crash. His heartbeat felt irregular, and he couldn’t even sort out his breath, much less his emotions. The door opened and the woman stepped back into the room, her gentle face belying the ferocity Devin had heard just moments ago. “Devin Arthur?” She took a step towards him, but not too close. “I’m Mary. I’m one of the event managers for the Open.” Devin knew he should at least say hi, but he couldn’t speak. “I’m so sorry, Devin,” Mary continued, and she sounded sincere. “This never should have happened.” Devin kept his head down, but a tear dripped off his nose and onto the carpet. “It won’t happen again,” Mary insisted. “I promise.” Devin hunched his shoulders. He couldn’t even think about the possibility of stepping onto a court again. He just wanted to hide. “Do you have someone here with you, Devin?” Mary asked, not put off by Devin’s silence. “Or someone you can call? Your mum?” Devin’s voice was shaking when he finally answered. “She’s at work,” he mumbled. “I…I took the tram.” His voice squeaked on the last word. He hadn’t even thought of the possibility of having to get back on the tram and ride all the way home in wet pants, in front of everyone. “Alright, okay,” Mary soothed. “We can mange this. Don’t cry, now.” Almost frantically, Devin wiped at his eyes. He didn’t want to be any more trouble. “Stay here,” Mary ordered gently. “I’ll be back in a moment.” So Devin stood, still unable to move and unsure of what he was going to do. The confirmation that yes, he should have been allowed a visit to the toilet, did him no good now. He’d completely pissed himself in front of thousands of people and possibly ruined a match in the largest sporting even in the Southern hemisphere. After a few minutes, Mary returned. “Here,” she said simply, and Devin finally looked up from the floor. Mary was holding a pair of shorts, likely from the gift shop. “They didn’t have any underwear,” Mary explained, “but these will at least get you home.” “Thank you,” Devin whispered, taking the shorts, trying not to focus on the humiliation of needing to accept a gift from a complete stranger after peeing on himself at age 15. “I’m so sorry, Devin,” Mary said softly. “What was done to you was very wrong, and I feel awful about it.” Mary’s walkie-talkie crackled, and she turned toward the door. “Don’t worry about anything,” she insisted as she walked out. “We’ve got today covered, everything’s fine. We’ll have someone call later to make sure you got home okay.” And then she was gone, off to take care of real issues, not teenage ball boys who pissed themselves in the middle of a match. Devin sniffed again and peeked out the door to make sure no one was in the hallway to the toilet. He dashed in to change, fighting the urge to just chuck his gross, soiled shorts and underwear into the bin. Dry, but definitely not feeling clean, Devin made his way out to the tram stop, avoiding all eye contact. He heard some clapping coming from one of the distant courts. The Open would go on. But Devin knew he could never bear to be a part of it again.
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  44. (A fantasy of mine lol. I just want to indulge myself.) ---------- Evan haphazardly threw off his shoes while letting out a big yawn. He was a student, with a job as an after-hours food deliverer. Yeah, not the best job for well, anyone, but they were hiring and Evan was broke. Plus, one of his friends in his computer apps class told him that it wasn't as bad as a job as most people say it is. Funny, because Evan felt the exact opposite way. He quietly transferred his stuff from his pockets to his bed, apologizing to future Evan for creating a mess for his already tired self. He would've put it away, but he didn't exactly have the time. Being a food deliverer comes with pros and cons, and one of the cons is that he has to smell the hot food in the back of his car at almost all times. This creates a problem, because he gets stupidly hungry during his work to the point where it's distracting. What he's found out over time, though, is that drinking water can combat this feeling. He's not exactly sure how, but it does create a different kind of distraction for him, unfortunately. Lucky for him, though, Evan has a strong bladder and can hold it well. At least until he gets back to his dorm. Thankfully his roommate is always asleep by the time he gets back so he can squirm and grab himself all he wanted while he got ready for bed. That's exactly what he was doing now, in fact. His grip on his dick was tight as he took his wallet, keys, and whatever else out of his pockets with his free hand. He would've been more embarrassed by this if he weren't so tired. When he had first started using his tactic of drinking water to combat his hunger, he was so worried about holding himself next to his sleeping roommate. He's a heavy sleeper, thankfully., but he'd still always whisper his name out of fear, but of course he never responded. Now it's not even a thought that goes through his mind during his after-work routine. "Evan?" Shit. He frantically released the death-grip he had on his dick. The surprise from the sudden presence in the room didn't give him time to prepare his pelvic floor to hold, and some piss dribbled out of his cock and into his briefs. He managed to get it under control, though. "Raph!" He exclaimed, spinning around to face the direction the voice came from, "I thought you were asleep, so good evening. Er- I guess good morning?" "Need some help there?" Raphael had a good few inches on Evan, and seemed to tower over the other man in the confrontation. "Nope, just emptying my pockets so that I can get ready for bed..." Evan trailed off. The smirk on Raphael's face told him that he knew otherwise. "That involves squirming around like a five year old in need of a potty break?" Evan's cheeks flared up a brilliant red. He knew he was caught. "Shit, man. I just- let me explain. There's a thing with uh- being hungry. And fucking water of all things helps it- I swear I didn't mean to hold it this long I was going to take a piss right after this." There was no response from Raph, just a weird look. "What's with the look?" Again, no answer. But this time the other man just took a few steps forward so he was an arm's length away from Evan. He gulped, anxiety spiking his heart rate. Was he going to get the shit beat out of him for being a sissy? What was this, middle school? But instead, in a blink of an eye, Raphael had squashed Evan in a bear hug. "C'mon man, this isn't funny!" He exclaimed, squirming under the pressure being put on his overly full bladder, "Let go, I'm gonna piss all over you." "Maybe that's the point, dumb ass?" Raphael pointed out, squeezing a bit tighter and eliciting a slight mewl from the smaller man. "Wh- what do you-" Before Evan could get out another word, he was cut off by a passionate kiss. He had to admit, he'd always thought his roommate was attractive. Raphael was a swimmer, so he was extremely fit, and his tight-cropped hair showed off his strong facial features in all the right ways. He would've never guessed in a million years that Raph would be into his reserved, nerdy self. His heart leaped, causing him to lose control yet again. The front of his underwear quickly absorbed whatever leaked out of him, but he wasn't sure how much more it could take before it showed, or how much longer he could take. They pulled away, and Evan's attention quickly flew back to his overfilled bladder. He'd love what was happening if it were under any other circumstance. "Please, let go." He whined hopelessly. "Dude, just piss yourself. I'm not letting go." More leaks started to come out of his cock, slowly seeping through his boxers and now into his sweatpants. It wasn't long until the front of his pants were dark from his own piss. "I said," Raph had let go of Evan for long enough to just to spin him around, and was now in a position to where he could drive the palm of his hand into the poor bladder, "Just piss yourself." That did it. With the shock of pain came the release. Almost immediately the leaks turned into a thick stream, and it wasn't long before his pants were completely soaked through. A loud hissing noise filled the small room as rivers cascaded from his legs onto Raphael's, getting him all wet. "That's right, let it all out." Raphael cooed in his ear, gripping the front of his sweatpants, "You dirty little thing. I've seen you hold yourself before. You thought you were being sneaky, but I caught you. It was so hot I had to come over and help you out myself." Evan held back a moan of relief as his piss had started to create a good sized puddle beneath them. It was somewhat impressive the amount of piss he was holding inside of him. Eventually, all good things have to come to an end, and with a quick , full-body shiver, he was faced with the embarrassment of pissing on his extremely hot roommate. "Sorry- I- well-" He was left helplessly fumbling for words to explain himself as Raphael just listened. "You did so well baby," Raph smiled, reaching around to tip Evan's chin up to meet him in a kiss. This time, he let himself melt into it as he basked in the feeling of releasing a full bladder. "Let's go get you cleaned up." Evan just nodded enthusiastically, following the other into the bathroom and locking the door behind them. He should've said no, he knew that he'd have to clean up the piss on the floor and get up for classes in the morning, but hey. That was a problem for future Evan to deal with.
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  45. Sorry Google translate. Astudent exit. we were all a band. Friends but also friends of our friends! So there were people I know well and others I'm not really friends with! Before arriving at the student party, we ended up at a bar. We stayed there for 1h30 to drink beer and other drinks. We are standing around a high table. After about an hour, I see Sarah started to show some signs of a need for the restroom. Sarah is not a friend, at best an acquaintance! I do not like it very much! She is a bit too much BCBG and tends to misunderstand me. Seeing her behavior, I can say she needs to go. But not really an emergency! She crosses her legs from time to time, when a new glass comes, she makes a face and she drinks more and more slowly. Time passes. I look at Sarah who is showing more and more obvious signs of her need. She speaks less, she does not finish her glasses and keeps her legs crossed. 1:30. Maxime (it's really the leader of the group) told us "Well, we finish the glass and go to the party" I see Sarah watching some of the group leaving for the bathroom. Julie, are not you going? I can accompany you if you want. No thanks, I can wait! If she had not been in a hurry, I would obviously have gone through the toilet box. Not that I was in a hurry, but I had to go well. I'm sure her goal was to go, but she did not want to go alone and she did not even want to say she had to go. We leave on foot to join our place of late evening. We are walking for 15 minutes. Sarah remains silent in the back of the group. Obviously, I stay behind her to take advantage of her situation. From time to time the group stops in front of a shop window, a pedestrian crossing, ... At each stop, I can see his need grow! First stop she has her legs crossed and her hands in the pockets of her pants. Second stops, I can guess that his right hand is plunged on his crotch. Third stop, the last pedestrian crossing. she is cross-legged, right hand between the legs and begins to make a slight up and down movement while bending her knees. We arrive in the queue to enter. Obviously, now we are in the light and she is doing her best not to show her need. After a few minutes, she turns to me. Julie, when we get in, WE might be looking for the toilet, so we'll be quiet. In my head : you dream, you will wait a little longer. I will not miss my chance to see you dancing like a little girl. Me: We should perhaps wait to be installed, we are not within minutes! I can see his face tense. Ah, but .. Yes of course. That's what I was trying to say! I knew what she really meant. But she was not going to admit in the queue that she was really in a hurry. After a few minutes in the queue, Sarah starts to show clear signs of her condition. Even if my need is becoming more urgent, I savor every second that passes! We are still behind our group. As time goes on, Sarah's behavior becomes obvious to the two guys behind her. One of the guys looks at me and gives me a little sign with his eyes. I make him a little discreet yes with the head. He has a big smile and also enjoys the moment. He comes to speak to me quietly in the ear. And we quietly start a discussion about Sarah. I think your girlfriend has to pee. Oh yes, she really has to go. But I did not want to go with him before coming here. It's been a while since she has to wait! Oh no luck for her! For her no, for us yes! He looks at me with a big smile on his face. Now Sarah's hand does not leave her crotch anymore, she has her legs crossed and makes a small movement with her knees. Julie, as soon as we are settled you can come with me to the toilet please. You already asked me! You only think about that! There, I can see his face turn red. I know, but I really have to go! I can not anymore! Ah, ok. You can still wait to be at our table! I'm not sure, you can come directly with me! Stop, exaggerated! We left the bar not 30 minutes ago. I'm not exaggerating, I'm really exhausted. If we do not come back quickly, I will explode. You laugh ? No really, my panties are already wet! I will really end up pissing on myself. Ok, I go there with you, but it's really to please you. 2 minutes later we enter a large dark and noisy outdoor area. Guys, have found each other after. I go quickly to the bathroom. We leave the group and Sarah takes the opportunity to put his hand between his legs We arrive in front of the toilet, the place is a little more enlightened. So I can see more easily sarah Luckily for her, the line is short. There are only two girls in front of us. Luckily for me girls are in a hurry and as we are girls, they do not really hide their condition. Sarah is in line, a hand buried in her crotch, the button of her pants open and she makes small leaps. Another girl is behind us. She too gives the impression of being in a hurry. The first girl enters. Sarah stops jumping, she bends her legs (she finds herself a little in position as when we pee outside) and gasps heavily. She stands up, go dispatch! It'll be fine, it's your turn soon. If they do not hurry, I will let everything go. Do not worry, you'll let go! If, I already let go a little! I am really exhausted !! With her words I could feel my cock throbbing and my panties become wet! Now there are two girls behind us. The first one also has his hand placed. The last girl enters. Sarah starts her leaps again, her face is tense and red. After a few seconds, Sarah gasps and begins to bend her legs, her buttocks are a few inches off the ground. I'm sure to see a little pee net go down between her buttocks and the ground. It resumes a normal position. Pushpin I'll end up pissed on me! (She pretends to nothing, but I know for a fact that her pants are already totally dry) Do not worry, it's your turn soon! You are not a little girl! Stop making fun of me ! I know, I can do it! But it's not just girls who can not wait. The door opens, Sarah enters inside. With the opening of the door, the inner light illuminates towards us. I take this opportunity to try to see the damage on Sarah. The buttocks of his pants are wet and the moisture descends on the top of her thighs. Surely when she straightened up. With this vision, I can feel between my legs my sex expose. I place my hand directly on my crotch. But alas for me, I can also feel that it's not just my pants that are wet. The crotch of my shorts is also wet. With all this, I can also feel my need to be changed from urgent to agony. I look at the first girl behind us. I can see in her eyes that she saw Sarah's pants. I can also guess the fear on his face, the fear of being in the same state. She is red, her hand clenched and her legs crossed. I have to leave her eyes, it's really too dangerous in my condition. I concentrate to look at the floor, there I can see the little circle of pee that Sarah to leave. And Julie, I feel a hand grabbed my shoulder. It's Sarah Are you lost in your thoughts? You did not even see I was finished? Let's go ? Ah, here you are! Phew, it's my turn. I turn around I see now two new girls in the line and I see that the other girl who was behind me came back. But she passed me! Oh sorry, it's me who told him to go. But why ? Well, you told me that you did not have to go, that you just came to accompany me and she was almost getting on! But your connes, I'm in a hurry! Surely as much as she, if not more! You did it on purpose ! Oh, I'm sorry. I resume my place. And here I am to act like Sarah. Obviously this idiot remains a long time. You see, you could make fun of me, you too act like a little girl. Ahaha very funny! I'm sure now, she did it on purpose! I can feel several leaks a little more wet my crotch. The door opens and I plunge into the toilet. I just have time to lower my shorts. I really could not have kept much longer. I resort. Sarah: So little girl, are you better? I can see the other two girls with a big, mocking smile. We move forward. Oh, I saw that the girl to wet her shorts (not luck for me, the light blue wet, it's really visible). Ah ah very funny! And you (at the moment I place my hand on her buttocks) They are cold and really wet Stop, promise you do not say anything to anyone! Please ! I can really hear panic and fear in his voice. I do not say anything and you do not say anything. We went back with our group. We stayed together to chat all late evening. Without leaving the table. That's how to become a friend in one evening.
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