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  1. I needed to go sooo bad! I was busy playing games and my little bladder filled up quick, when I finally noticed I had to pee I was already about to have an accident 😳 I held myself and danced around, but it was too late, pee started streaming through my pantyhose and down my thighs. It felt so good 💗 My red panties got totally soaked, and it splashed all over my feet too~ 393090.mp4
    9 points
  2. I held it way too long today and had an accident walking home from shopping. I was planning on doing a video, and I drank lots of water and held it for hours, but I didnt make it and accidentilly wet myself quite a bit whilst I was walking down the street. I thought I could make it home, but I guess not! 🤭 I really tried to stop it, but it was too late, so i decided to let the rest go walking down the street, as the way patch was already very noticable. This wasnt planned, and normally I can hold it for a pretty long time, but once I leaked, I just couldnt hold it. I panicked a little, because it was busy outside with some people walking and cars driving up the street, but I didnt see anyone stare at me lol. It wasnt planned, but it was still pretty fun haha. I'm used to being in wet pants pretty often anyways so I didn't care too much! 😂 Heres some pics of the aftermath when I got back indoors.
    4 points
  3. Hello all

    Hey everyone! Thought I would formerly introduce myself as I never have on the forums before. I have been a member here for a long time, just usually one to lurk with the occasional up vote here and there. The name is Emilia, a 21 year old from the east coast of the US. If you ever want to talk more, come on over to the OmoOrg discord server where I happen to frequent a lot (under the same name). I do much prefer the discord server as I use discord a lot and it is fun to talk in a fast paced way, however, I decided I might try and become more active here in the forums as well. Wish you all a wonderful day, and happy wettings to all, Emilia
    3 points
  4. Helen groaned as she reached out to turn the alarm on her phone. As she stopped the loud beeping she smiled as she realised what day it was. She stood up out of bed and walked over to the window. As she pulled the curtains back and the sunlight beamed in her smile got even bigger. She had been looking forward to this for a couple of days and was glad it was a lovely sunny day. Heck she had been looking forward to this for almost two months. For the last two months she had followed the government's advice and stayed home, isolating herself from other people. The only times she had left her flat had been when she had needed to go to the supermarket. Beyond that her life for the last god knows how many weeks had been spent lounging around in her pyjamas or sitting out in the garden having been furloughed from her job. At first it hadn’t been too bad, she had found herself plenty of things to do. She still had plenty to keep her occupied but she was really starting to miss work and her workmates, she was missing her friends and family, she just missed social activity. She had been keeping in touch with people on Facebook and video calls but it just wasn’t the same as seeing the people she cared about. The most face to face interaction she had had since going into lock down had been with the cashier at the supermarket. However today that was going to change. A few days prior the government had laid out their plan going forward in terms of reducing and easing lock down. It was a plan that would gradually unfold over the coming months but one of the new easing of rules was that people were allowed out to public spaces for more than exercise and people were permitted to meet up with one person from other households as long as they maintained social distancing. Not long after the announcement she had gotten a message from her best friend suggesting they meet up at the park where they could have a walk and catch up. She had immediately agreed and they had arranged a day and time to meet up. For the last couple of days Helen had been really looking forward to seeing her friend. She would have happily stayed standing at her window for a while longer enjoying the warmth on her skin but as per usual when she got out of bed in the morning her bladder was rather full and the bathroom needed to be her first priority. She walked through to the bathroom and stipped out of her pyjama shorts and top before sitting on the toilet and emptying her bladder. Once she had finished her morning pee she jumped in the shower to wash her hair. When she came back into the bedroom she saw she had a message on her phone. She looked and saw it was from her friend checking whether they were still on for meeting up. She replied saying she would be there and checked the time. She had an hour and half before she met Jenny, plenty of time to get herself sorted. She dried her hair and then picked out her clothes for the day. As it was a warm sunny day she decided on some denim ¾ jeans and a summery blouse. Once dressed she made her way to the kitchen and made herself some toast and a cup of coffee and flopped on the couch to watch TV whilst she ate. She sat watching TV and relaxing until the time came to set off. She grabbed her things, slipped on her shoes and headed out to her car. As she drove to the park where she was meeting Jenny she was happy to find the roads were still somewhat quiet so her 10 minute drive wouldn’t take too long. When she arrived at the park she found a parking spot and waited for Jenny to show up. Not long after she saw her friends car driving down the road and she waved and indicated there was a space behind her car. Helen got excited as Jenny got out of her car and had she been able to she would have probably run up and give her a hug. Alas she respected social distancing and settled with a happy wave. They made their way into the park and slowly walked around the park catching up and enjoying each other's company. They followed the full route around the park, taking in all the park's areas and features and an hour later they arrived back at the tennis courts and bowling greens. As they walked along past the buildings Helen noticed that the cafe was open and suggested they get a drink. Jenny went off and secured them a bench whilst Helen went and got them two cappuccinos and got two slices of cake as a treat. They sat drinking their coffees and chatting and it felt so good to just sit out in the fresh air, relaxing in the sun with her best friend, almost like everything was normal. As much as she was enjoying it they had been sat there for well over an hour and Helen was aware that she had things she needed to do so said that she needed to think about making a move. Jenny agreed and picked up their empty cups and rubbish and said she would be right back. Helen watched as she walked over to the bin and then walked across to the cafe. She came out again almost immediately and when she got back Helen asked what she was doing. Jenny replied saying she was going to pop in and go for a pee but there was a sign saying due to guidance the toilets were not open which made sense. Helen nodded, agreeing it was sensible not to have them open. Although hearing that had put paid to her plan to nip off for a wee before leaving. As Jenny had gone off to the bin with their rubbish she had become aware of her need to pee and had planned on popping to the loo when Jenny got back. Now she knew they weren’t open meant she couldn’t do that. Not that it was a massive deal, she needed to pee but not too bad just yet. She was just aware of the fact that she had last gone when she got up and that was nearly four hours ago and since then she had had two cups of coffee and a cappuccino in that time. They set off and walked out of the park and back towards where they were parked. When they reached their cars they stood chatting for a while. Eventually they wrapped up their conversation and said their goodbyes. Something Helen was happy to do, she loved being with her best friend and loved nothing more than spending hours talking and putting the world to rights but in the time they had been stood there her need to pee had definitely increased, the cappuccino really starting to take effect. They said their final goodbye and she got into her car and waited for Jenny to drive off before she pulled back and out of her space and set off down the road. Her next destination was the supermarket. She had planned to head there for a few bits of shopping on the way home. It made sense to do it all in one rather than head home and then head out again. She drove down to the main road and then headed down towards the supermarket, now consciously aware of how much her need to pee was growing. She hoped when she got to the supermarket there wouldn’t be much of a queue. Mostly because she didn’t like the thought of standing outside in the sun for too long, but partly because the sooner she got to pee the better. By the time she pulled into the supermarket car park she was starting to wish she had been able to pee at the park. Even though the toilets were closed she would have no issue popping into the bushes to pee but given how busy the park was and the fact she was with Jenny she thought it best not to do that. When she got out of the car and started walking towards the store she was glad to see there was only a small queue at the door. She grabbed a trolley and joined the queue and was happy to see it was moving forward quite quickly. As she moved forward nearer to the front she found herself urging people inside to hurry up and leave so she could get in. The coffees were really taking effect on her bladder and she found herself gently shifting on the spot as the familiar pressure built between her legs. Eventually she reached the front of the queue and she stood slightly jiggling on the spot as she waited for one person to leave so she could enter. “Come on come on come on I’m busting for a pee” she thought to herself as it felt like nobody was ever going to leave. Finally the young girl at the door motioned her forward and Helen quickly walked inside, after quick stop at the handwash station her first port of call were the toilets. She made her way through the clothes section towards where the toilets were and parked her trolley outside. She walked into the corridor where the bathrooms were and headed to the door marked “ladies”. She pushed on the door and found it locked. She pushed a couple more times to no avail and then tried the disabled toilet which was also locked. She spun round and gave a quick try at the gents door which she found locked as well. As she moved back from the toilets she noticed a sign that on her way in she had walked straight past. The sign read pretty much the same as the one Jenny had described from the cafe stating that due to government guidelines the toilets were closed to keep people safe. Again it made perfect sense as to the reasoning behind having them closed, but that didn’t matter to her right now, she was busting for a wee and had once again been unable to find relief. There was nothing she could do, it wasn’t like she could pop off to the service desk and asked for the toilets to be opened. She would just have to hold it until she got home, thankfully she didn’t need many things from the shop. She returned to her trolley and set off around the store. Having come so close to a bathroom but not being able to pee seemed to have made her need even more intense. She just had to focus on the fact that it wouldn’t take her long to do her shopping and get home, she would be fine, she would easily make it home. At least she hoped she would. At least walking around the store and going for the items she needed was somewhat of a distraction for her but every so often the pressure between her legs would spike bringing her focus back to just how full her bladder was getting and how badly she needed a wee. She completed her shopping and made her way to the checkout. She found a quiet till and joined behind a guy who had just started placing his items on the belt. As she stood waiting for him to finish so she could put her items all she could focus on was the fact that she was bursting for a pee and was getting close to the desperation stage. Once she left the store it would be a five minute drive home, not too far, she could hold on till then. The guy finished up and she started placing her items on the belt and then stood back, tapping her feet and squeezing her legs, longing to grab between her legs to try and ease the pressure. Once the guy had paid she moved forward and had to focus on packing her items as they came through and then paying for her shopping. Once she had paid and got her receipt she grabbed her trolley and headed quickly for the exit. The sooner she got out of the store and to her car the sooner she could get home and have a much needed pee. She made her way across the car park and placed her shopping in the boot. Once she got in and sat down she slid a hand between her legs and pressed her fingers into her pussy exclaiming “fuck I need a wee” as she did. It felt good pushing against her pussy, it helped with the intense pressure but she would have to stop doing so to drive home. She moaned as the pressure returned the moment her hand moved away and squeezed her legs as a wave of desperation hit her. She was now there, the desperation stage. The stage where she was really having to hold back, the stage where she was close to leaking, the stage where she was almost wetting herself completely. She needed to get home as quick as she could. She was starting to doubt if she could make it home with completely dry knickers. She composed herself and pulled out of the parking space. She made her way out of the car park and onto the main road. She felt a little better now that she had picked up a bit of speed. She would be home in a matter of minutes, she would be fine. As she came round the roundabout and joined the road down to her town she was starting to feel more confident, just down the main road and onto her street, just a minute or so, no time at all. That confidence faltered as she came over the brow of the hill and saw a queue of traffic up ahead. Why? Why was there traffic? It had been so quiet this morning. Why was everyone out now of all times?. She knew why there was traffic there, through the town centre were countless sets of traffic lights that always caused queues to form. She couldn’t understand why it was so busy though. Where was everyone going on a Saturday lunchtime when nothing was even open. What were they doing. Why did they have to be causing queues when she was dying for a wee and dangerously close to wetting herself. She reached the queue of cars and slowly moved along down the hill, all the while squirming in her seat begging for them to hurry up. After a couple of minutes she was cursing the traffic lights for taking so long between changes. She was cursing herself for not turning off the main road and going down the back streets to her house. Every so often a spike of desperation would hit her causing her to squeeze her legs and hold herself but so far she had been keeping control. Suddenly she gasped aloud as a wave hit her and she felt a few trickles escape into her knickers. “No no no no no no not now not now” she moaned as she pushed her hand hard into her pussy. She was so close to home, she couldn’t start wetting herself now, she could make it, she had to make it. For the next five minutes she moved along the queue edging closer and closer to her turn off. Each wave of desperation that hit her caused more trickles to dampen her knickers. She looked down and was glad to see so far her jeans were still dry but she could feel how wet her knickers were getting and feeling how wet they were was making it so much harder to keep holding on. But she had to, all she could think about was relaxing and releasing that intense pressure but she couldn’t do that, no matter what she had to hold on, she couldn’t wet her car. A few more minutes passed and she finally reached her street. She turned off and drove the short distance to her flat and pulled into her driveway, feeling like she was going out of her mind with desperation. She turned off the engine and composed herself. All she had to do was make it inside to the bathroom. It was times like this she was glad she lived in a downstairs flat, she really didn’t think she could handle stairs in her condition. She got out of her car and headed to her front door, her shopping could wait, her main focus was peeing, all she wanted, all she cared about. As she fished in her bag for her keys she stood dancing on the spot and gasped as she felt herself leak. In the time it took her to find her keys and open the door she had leaked a few times and now she had a noticeable wet spot on the front of her jeans. She went inside and slammed the door behind her. Now she was in the privacy of her own home she grabbed herself hard. She had to make it to the bathroom, she had made it this far, just a few more steps and the relief she so desperately needed. She took a few steps and started leaking again. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop the leaks coming. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans were starting to fair no better. As she reached the bathroom the sight of the toilet was too much for her to handle and a long spurt escaped and ran down her legs. She frantically fumbled with the button on her jeans, moaning as she did. She finally got it open and slid down her jeans and kicked them off. She made small steps towards the toilet, each one causing her to spurt uncontrollably. She was wetting herself and couldn’t stop it. She no longer cared. She reached the toilet and sat down. The moment she made contact with the toilet she exploded and moaned out in relief as she started peeing forcefully. As her bladder emptied into her knickers she just sat there moaning happily as the pressure lifted and she enjoyed the amazing feeling of peeing. When she finally finished she looked down at her soaked knickers and laughed. She had made a split second decision that her knickers were already wet so why waste time taking them off. Now she was done she slipped them off and threw them into the bath along with her jeans to be washed. She remembered her shopping in the car so slipped on her bathrobe to go and retrieve it. Once she had retrieved it and put her shopping away she flopped on the couch to have five minutes to chill before going on with her day. She kept telling herself she needed to go and get some new underwear and something to slip on but she lacked all motivation. Holding for so long had zapped her energy, also her muscles ached. She reached down and rubbed her aching bladder, god that had been a close call. At least she made it home, she couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would have been if she had wet herself in public. That was something she hadn’t done for years, not since she had been in her 20’s going out partying at the weekend. Now she was almost 50, it would be mortifying if that happened now. She would just have to be more careful next time she went out to meet her friends.
    3 points
  5. Chapter 3: The early bird gets to pee Janet was the first to wake, opening her eyes groggily she instantly threw both her hands between her legs and clenched her muscles, her waking body suddenly remembering where it was and what had happened yesterday. Overnight her bladder had filled and now she felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself as she laid there, faint pulses in her full bladder caused her muscles to spasm slightly. Letting out a quiet groan she gripped herself harder, using her hands to help the muscles that didn’t seem awake yet. After taking a few moments to gain some composure she grabbed her phone with one hand to check the time, 7.51am. Feeling the urgency in her bladder slightly lowering, she was glad she only had about an hour to wait. Standing gingerly she got dressed, choosing not to go with anything that would cause her to bend over. Slipping a summery dress on over her head and grabbing some sandals she decided she would walk the ship a little before heading to the pass check early. Feeling her bladder contract she winced, squeezing herself under her dress she contemplating giving in and finding the toilet, but she was too close to give up now. Opening her phone she messaged her friends. “Don’t wait for me, I'm going to go over now so I can visit the toilets straight away afterwards.” Pausing for a second to consider if that was too much information to share. She hated talking about this sort of thing but everyone knew she already needed to pee. After walking around for a while and getting a couple of odd looks from the staff at the stalls she passed a fourth time, Janet made her way to the main hall. Walking had helped her hold but she was starting to feel the same ache she had felt first thing this morning. If there was anyway she could get checked early she could save herself a lot of trouble, trouble that was fast approaching her as she tried not to hold herself in public. Walking into the room she was relieved to see no line In front of her, although a rope barrier was still across the main desk with a sign clearly stating that the desk opened at 9 and not a moment earlier. With 11 minutes to go she took her place at the front, trying to resist the urge to press her hands ashamedly into her crotch. But as the minutes passed she was getting closer and closer to succumbing to the mounting pressure inside her. She wasn’t sure where this extra liquid was coming from having not drunk anything since last night, but her bladder felt even fuller than it did when she woke. A light sweat gathering on her face as she pursed her lips, a little bit of panic starting to creep in again, she couldn't wet herself, she just couldn't. As Janet stood their waiting, a set of fast approaching padding footsteps approached from behind, clearly in a hurry. Turning around she could see a young auburn haired woman shuffling towards her at the stand with both hands between her legs. “Please, please you have to let me go first” the woman begged, tears gathering in the corner of her pleading eyes. Despite her own desperation it was clear the woman had even less time before the call of nature won over her bodily control. “yeah sure” Janet said taking a step back, how long could not stamping her boarding pass take? Stepping forward the young woman clutched her boarding pass, “Hi, im…im her to show my pass” She stammered, her legs tightly crossed as she bobbed up and down on the spot. The extent of her desperation was easy for all to see. “Im sorry, we still aren’t open for another 7 minutes” “Please, you don’t understand. I cant wait” “Im afraid you are going to have to try if you want the prize” he said, a clear lack of compassion on his face. “I….I…” The woman trailed off Jannet could see it was already too late for her, the crotch of her black leggings glistened for a moment before a river of pee exploded between her tightly clenched legs. The liquid quickly raced down her legs, saturating the thin material and pouring off her legs onto her bare feet and the carpet below. The quiet accident unfolding in front of her did nothing for Janet’s own desperation as she took a step back away from the expanding puddle that was forming next of her. 20 seconds later the steam of clear liquid came to a hault. “Im sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer” the woman said to the man still standing behind the stall as if nothing at all was going on. “Can I see your pass please” He asked, as the woman handed the slightly crumpled card to him. Leaning below the counter he pulled out a stamp like the one she had seen in the demonstration, inking it he stamped the barefoot woman’s papers as void. Tears forming in her eyes once again she accepted the papers and slowly walked back the way she had come, leaving wet footprints as she went. Gripping herself through her loose dress Janet crossed her legs tightly, having just witnessed an accident first hand, her own felt so much closer. Tensing her muscles rhythmically she could feel the heavy weight in her bladder weakening her control. Now bouncing gently on the spot she regretted not putting a bra, she was sure anyone watching would be able to tell and hated putting on such a display as her breasts gently bounced unrestrained. Her face started to burn red, but as embarrassing as this was she needed to keep moving or she wasn’t going to make it. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on her muscles, helping them stay in control. “Ok miss, we are open if you have your pass.” Janet had closed her eyes, bouncing on the spot in her own desperate world she had been unaware of time passing and also of the Que of desperate looking people behind her. “I uh, yes sorry” she said handing over the boarding pass which was closely examined by the man at the desk. Looking around she wondered if her friends were behind her, be she could see no signs of any of them. Although the amount of bobbing and pee dancing going on was making it difficult to be sure. “It seems everything is in order, would you like credit or Euros?” “Credit please” “Ok, no problem. Here is your credit please enjoy the rest of your day” Walking again made it somewhat easier to hold as she quickly left the main hall and headed to the ladies room. Each step bringing her closer to much needed relief, rounding the final corner she pushed the door to the ladies room open. In front of her was another desk, a middle aged woman in a simple uniform was currently stamping another woman's pass who had seemingly decided that her needs were too much to wait for the cash. A small wet spot on her jeans a clear indication she might have been right. Slowly the woman walked out of the toilets, seemingly having rushed into the toilet before having her card marked. “Hi, can you mark my pass please” Janet asked quickly “Of course lovely, may I see your card.” “Yes, here it is” Janet said, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder now throbbed deeply within her. Being just feet from the toilets was doubling her desperation, this final hurdle almost too much for her. Dancing from foot to foot her eyes suddenly bulged as she felt a burst of wetness escape her tightly clenched muscles. A damp spot spreading across her satin white underwear before she could clench harder and stem the flow. “Its okay love, just go and pee and ill give this back to you on your way out.” The kind woman at the desk said. Janet didn’t need to be told twice, with her thighs still pressed together she stepped into the nearest cubicle. Closing the door quickly she was happy she had chosen a dress as in an instant she whipped her underwear down and sat on the toilet, a strong stream of pee burst out of her almost instantly. Hanging her head she enjoyed the relaxing feeling, proud of herself for having made it this far. It was by far the longest she had ever held, almost a full day! As she relaxed and the sound of her pee hitting the water filled the room she wondered how her friends were doing. Meanwhile… Sasha woke to the sound of a banging on her door. “Sasha, you in there?” Barbara’s voice on the other side of the door asked. Swinging her legs off the bed she jumped up, only to double over and end up on her knees with both hands between her legs. “Holy shit” she moaned as her bladder got the better of her. A small bulge visible in her abdomen. the diuretic effects of the alcohol making her kidneys work overtime during the night and filling her up even more. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes trying not to burst on the spot, but thankfully it seemed the it was just the sudden movement that had intensified her need. “Yeah…im here, give me like 2 minutes.” She said her voice faltering slightly. Slowly she stood with one hand supporting her bulging bladder, using the other for leverage on her bed. Now with one hand constantly between her legs she took off her night clothes and carefully got dressed for the day. Considering their plans she chose a pair of light green trail shorts and a tan coloured tank top, she finished up by tying her hair into a ponytail with the same purple ribbon she had worn last night. Thankfully it seemed her bladder had calmed a little, although it still demanded attention. Pressing her thighs together and giving herself another squeeze to reassure herself, Sasha opened the door to the others. “Finally, you are getting as bad as Lilli” “Hey” they both responded to Barbara’s insult. “Where's Janet?” Sasha asked “She went down early, I think she might have been struggling with her bladder, love her.” An end to a sentence that can often be condescending, but they knew it was meant with compassion. “Yeah well I don’t think im far behind her if im honest” Sasha responded. “I think im going to get my money and then go pee before I wet myself” With one hand firmly in her pocket Sasha led the girls to the main room, only for her heart to stop as she came across the line of about 20 people In front of her. “Oh god, why do there have to be so many people on this boat.” She lamented out loud. “It will be fine, its moving quickly.” Lilli tried to reassure her friend. Now stepping from foot to foot Sasha tried to pee dance somewhat elegantly, if that was even possible. Her bladder ached terribly but the constant moving was helping her hold it, just as it had Janet earlier. “Come on kitty you can do it.” Turning around Sasha could see a petite woman walking towards the line, her hands clutching a heavily distended bladder that could have passed for at least a few months pregnant. Her small size and stature only amplifying her swollen bladders size as a pulse visibly shook her body. “Im sorry, I cant hold it love” She said to the tall man next to her. “Yes you can, its just a few moments more” He responded. “Why did you make me drink those last drinks and how did I let you talk me into this” she whined, just managing the few steps to reach the back of the Que of two dozen people. Sasha continued hopping from foot to foot, her own bladder cramping heavily inside her body as it tried to convince her to give up on the money and dash to the ladies. But she was determined to make it to the front of the Que, which to her annoyance was moving at a painfully slow rate. Each passenger in line was having their pass checked in every way possible to make sure no one was cheating, a fact that was making It more and more likely that some of the desperately dancing people in line wouldn’t make it. Another groan from the new arrival made her turn around, but it seemed she was somehow still containing her extremely full bladder. Putting a hand back between her legs Sasha was counting the moments as they passed, but finally after almost 10 minutes she was next in line. The visibly desperate woman at the front handing over the pass with shaking hands and bobbing up and down rapidly. But it seemed all was in order and the woman sprinted in the directions of the ladies room, a few drops of liquid were slowly sinking into the carpet where she was once stood. “Pass please” the man behind the counter said “Here” Sasha said, almost fumbling it onto the floor. “Sorry” “Its quite alright miss” Shining the pass under a light and brushing it with a finger he cross referenced it with the passenger log before handing it back. “Credit or Euro’s?” “Im sorry?” Sasha asked, her brain currently otherwise occupied. “Do you want credit for the ship or Euro’s to spend while we are docked?” “Oh…uh Euro’s please” “Sure thing, here you go” he said handing her a small package of Euroes which she quickly handed off to Barbara. “I’ve got to go!, can you hold on to these” “Sure thing” Barbara answered, putting them in her purse as she handed over her own boarding pass. With her and Lili looking decidedly more composed than their red headed friend. Rounding the corner to where the ladies room was Sasha’s heart dropped, in front of her was a line of what had to be three dozen women, not including those in the bathroom already. It seemed like every woman on the ship was currently waiting their turn, groaning loudly she pushed a hand hard against her crotch. Time passed slowly as the line refused to move an inch, her frustration and desperation rising equally. “Come on, come on, come on.” She whispered to herself as she started to pace around in small circles. Still time passed and only two women had come out, but even from here she could see Que continued the other side of the door too, what was she going to do. “Oh no…” Came a soft whimper from behind her. The small woman had somehow made it through the line of checks and was now stood behind her. The look of anguish on her face clear to see as she tried to deal with the new revelation of having to wait in such a long line. Sasha could see the look of distress creeping across her face before the woman closed her eyes closed and a frown formed on her face. Moments later a tear rolled down her tanned cheek and a torrent of pee burst forth from under her polka dot skirt. A thunderous torrent fell freely between her legs splattering nosily onto the ground beneath her. The woman’s face burned red as she failed to contain her bladder a moment longer, the gushing stream forming a growing puddle beneath her. Smaller rivulets snaked their way down her slender bare legs before flowing out of her darkening leather sandals, the woman letting out a final whimper as she completely gave up control and the loud hiss intensified. “Fuck this” Sasha whispered to herself, unable to watch the poor woman's accident for fear of triggering her own. A number of similar sentiments were uttered by many of those in the Que as Sasha quickly left it to find her friends. Back in the main hall the other 3 had all met up and were discussing their plans for the day. A look of slight tenseness on the faces of both sisters as they battled the morning temptation to give in like the rest of them and pee. “Hey Sasha, feeling better?” Lilli asked “No, there was a fucking huge line. No way I could wait that long. The first bus leaves in like 5 minutes can we please be on it so I can find somewhere to pee in town?” she said rapidly and with a sense of anger. “I…Uh yeah sure. Have you got everything we can head over now?” “Oh Thank you, thank you, thank you. I think so, but I don’t really care right now.” “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Asked Barbara, a look of genuine concern crossing her face as she watched her friend squirm in her shorts. “I don’t have any other choice, even if all those women took 1 minute each, that’s like half an hour minimum.” “Wow, that line was that big?” Janet asked, happy she had gotten in early. Although her newly changed underwear was a reminder of the fact that if there had been just 1 more person before herr she wouldn’t have made it. “Yes, now can we get a move on.” Sasha said, marching towards the doors. Thankfully the bus was already outside waiting, showing their passes to a member of staff they were forced to wait as a young woman brought up a handful of the strange looking belts from the first day. Barely able to stand still Sasha squirmed as the young woman placed one through the belt loops of her shorts, it seemed she was having some trouble with Sasha constantly shifting legs. A clear look of knowing on the staff members face as she started pulling it tight, hearing its mechanism click into position. Now on the bus the four of them chose a set of seats just as much to Sasha’s relief the doors closed and it started pulling away. Her legs moving furiously under the seat she Knew she wouldn’t last long and just hoped there would be a bathroom close to where they stopped. Driving out of the port and towards the mountains in the distance a guide at the front started to point out various interesting things out of the windows, it helped to distract Sasha from her constant need to pee a little. A couple of rows in front she could see another pair of young women, clearly both desperate to pee as their legs bounced up and down. Sasha wondered if that was what she looked like right now,her legs shifting uncontrollably where she sat. The bumps in the road were pure agony, each pothole seemingly trying to break her defences and make her wet herself. But a short while later she heard the guide announce they were nearing their drop off point, "just a few minutes" she told herself, she could last that long. Stepping off the bus the group found themselves in a busy rural Italian town, full of market stalls and local people walking around. The smells and colours coming from all the stalls were amazing, filled with ripe fruit and flowers. “I need a toilet” Sasha gasped to the others, “Like now” “I uhh ok, im sure there is a restaurant around here somewhere.” Janet replied, feeling sorry for her friend that hadn’t had the chance to pee like her. “why don’t we ask the bus guide?” “Perfect!” Sasha said, walking back to the bus “Sorry, excuse me, would you know where there is a café or resurant around here?” The guide turned around, another knowing look of having seen this a million times written across his face. “Im sorry, its market day so they wont be open this early. But if you go down that street and turn left there should be a local café with facilities you can use, if it helps the Italian for toilet is gabinetto.” “Sorry, they are not open yet? But its gone half 10” Sasha said, trying not to get angry at him for the situation she had put herself in. “Yes, but im afraid businesses in this town don’t open until around 12 because they are at the market, or just because they don’t expect much in the way of business with everyone else there.” “Ok…sorry” She said, before walking slowly back to the group. “What did he say?” Janet asked. “He said im screwed basically. The market means things don’t open for another hour and a half” “Do you think you can last that long?" asked Barbara “Well, I guess its my only option” Although she didn't seem to sure of herself in that. “Come on, im sure we can find something that is open” Barbara said, starting to walk into town. An hour and several confused Italians later the group found themselves sat on a bench in town, Sasha was now beside herself in desperation. Unable to move she was currently sat with both hands buried deep in her crotch, legs crossed and bent forwards. She looked a mess, sweat covering her body and the ribbon in her hair coming undone, but she could focus on nothing but her need to pee. They had been unable to find anything that was open, and despite Barbara’s comments of peeing outside there was simply no time between the passing locals at market. Why was the universe against her, why did she have to leave the ship. It had now been way longer than it would have been If she waited in the Que. Her bladder spasmed again, aching for release as her muscles did their best to keep her clothes dry. Bending over more she could feel the thin plastic belt digging into her and reminding her even more of her poor choices. Aware there was no way she would be making it till tomorrow without peeing she wasn’t even sure why she was wearing it in the first place. Her frustration getting the better of her she straightened up to the surprise of her friends, crossing her legs tighter she freed her hands to undo the belt. “Come on, stupid thing” She said tugging at the belt that didn’t seem to want to come apart. “Come on!” she almost shouted, fighting with the belt. “Are you ok?” Lilli asked “No, no im not OK. I really need to pee” she whimpered “And this stupid belt is digging into me and now I cant get it off, and the stupid place wont open so I can pee and im literally about to wet myself” A pair of tears rolled down her flushed face, the hopelessness of the situation getting to her. “No, don’t say that, you will be ok. Lets see if I can help you with that” Lili tried to reassure her, moving over to try and help with the belt. “How does this thing even work, we pull these tabs here” Pulling on the tabs didn’t achieve anything other than making Sasha grunt in discomfort as the force Jostled her bladder. “Sorry” Lili said. “I don’t know why its not working” Peering closer at the belt she could see that some of the mechanism had gotten caught on a bit of the plastic belt which had somehow twisted inside the lock. “I think its stuck on itself” “Oh great, just what I needed” Pressing her hands between her legs and bending over once again, Sasha's fate seemed sealed. “Maybe the guy at the bus has something we can use. I mean its their fault if its broken” “I…..I….I don’t know if I can make it even that far.” “Come on, what have you got to loose, you cant pee with it on anyway.” Slowly Sasha stood, her centre of gravity shifting again causing her bloated bladder to spasm inside her. Eyes wide in shock she felt her muscles quiver and the smallest of leaks escape her tormented bladder. She really didn’t have much time and now she knew it. The walk back to the bus felt like a marathon to poor Sasha, who had to stop every now and then to make sure she didn’t loose it. She was on the very edges of control, but through the encouragement of her 3 friends she made it dry. Knocking on the bus Lilli woke the driver who had been napping, his cap over his eyes. “Hi, how can I help?” “Um…my friends belt seems to be stuck and she would like to ….remove it.” “Oh…um, I can take a look. If its ok with you.” Getting a nod from Sasha he bent down to inspect the belt, which wasn’t easy with how much the young woman was moving. “I…uh, It looks like one of the tabs was pulled without the other one? And its somehow got that side stuck in the wrong place. Im not sure what I can do though sorry.” “I….hhuuh” Sasha groaned “Have you got anything that we can cut it with? If its already broken it wont come off without something like that anyway” Barbara asked “Um…” he thought for a moment before rushing through the bus to a small first aid box under one of the chairs. “I…..here we are” he said pulling out a pair of strange looking scissors. “These are made for bandages I think, but they might do the trick?” “If I just…uhh…actually would one of you like to do it. It feels a bit odd me doing it.” “Oh just give them here” Lilli said, grabbing them and sliding them under the belt of the still dancing Sasha. Catching the plastic material between the blades she pressed them shut, but unfortunately the thin plastic seemed to only warp slightly as the blades slid along its smooth surface. Trying a few more times she could see it wasn’t going to work. “Have you got anything else?” “Uhh…no im afraid I don’t” “Oh god”. Sasha whimpered again, pressing her crotch even harder she fought the thought of just letting it all go and ending her suffering. It would be so easy to just let it out, but then she would still be stuck in her wet clothes, although she wasn’t sure that would be so bad right now. “I….uh well im supposed to go back and pick up the next group soon. I could leave a little early and you could come back with me. See if you can get it sorted at the boat if you think you can…..make it that far…..I’ll be fast.” “Hhuuuhh, yeah, yeah ill try” Sasha agreed. “You guys enjoy the town….ill try and not pee myself” Boarding the bus she sat on the first seat by the door, trying to limit the time between getting on and off as much as possible. Her slightly damp underwear a reminder than every second would count. The ride itself was so much worse than it had been a couple of hours earlier, her now at capacity bladder almost breaking with each of the small bumps. A haze of desperation had descended onto her mind, unable to keep track of anything but her need to pee and the memories of everything she could have done to avoid this situation. “We are almost there” the driver said. Looking out of the window she could see the ship in the distance she was almost there! But as her concentration was broken by the new hope the bus hit a particularly big hole in the road. Being so close to the front also meant she was sat right above the wheel, meaning that the shock went strait through her and her poor bladder. Again she felt her muscles tremble as her bloated bladder sent a wave of pain through her abdomen, a burning heat now present int the pit of her stomach. A second larger leak escaped her control, saturating her cotton underwear and soaking through into her shorts. Her face burned with shame as she felt the wetness spread between her legs, but somehow she regained control. It was only a leak, despite everything going against her she was still in control. Pulling up to the ship the diver opened the doors and she stepped out on unsteady feet. She must have looked a right state to the passengers waiting for the second trip. “Hey Sasha, how’s it going” Oh no, it was the other group from last night. They were waiting for the next bus. Her brain failed to come up with anything as she stood there for a few moments just staring at Cath and the others. “I uhhh” She could see the looks of concern and confusion from the others. Her face burning even more as her legs started to tremble beneath her. “They are over here” the driver said, sensing her embarrassment. “If you would like to board I will check you passes once you are on the bus” he said trying to split the two groups up and save Sasha from any more awkward encounters or outright humiliation. “I…thanks” She said as the other group boarded the bus, excitement overcoming curiosity. “No problem, ill take you to another member of staff and explain and they should be able to help you.” The next 100 meters could have been a million for Sasha, the effort of not exploding on the spot taking its toll. Thankfully the driver had gone ahead and explained the situation, she could see a couple of members of staff walking towards her. “Hi, so you are having a problem with your belt?” “Yeah” Sasha said, trying to remain calm despite the situation. If this was her only chance to save her graces she didn’t want to confuse them or make it any worse than it already was. “Ok, do you mind if I take a look at it?” The man asked. “No, thats ok” Crouching down he carefully inspected the belt, just like the driver. “Ah ok, I see what the issue is, its overlapped with the mechanism.” “Can you cut it off or something, I really need to use the bathroom” Sasha said her legs starting to vibrate again. “im afraid they were designed to be tamper proof so they are not easily cut. We do have something that can do it, but it might take some time to find it and im guessing you would rather get this off now?” “Yes, I cant wait much longer, please.” She begged “Ok, well we have seen this a few time, usually when people have tried to take it off and reassemble it themselves. We have found that pulling hard on both tabs can sometimes force it through the mechanism…but it will probably be uncomfortable” He said. “Look, I don’t care I really just want this off so I can pee.” Another tear rolled down her face as she resumed full on pee dancing, her whole abdomen quivering as her tired muscles tried to remain clenched.. “Ok, so sue if you take that tab and pull on three?” he said to the other member of staff. “You sure you are ready?” He asked Sasha “Yes” Sasha said breathlessly, doing her best to keep more tears from her eyes. “Ok then” he said putting his left hand on her leg for leverage he grabbed the tab of the belt in the other. “1….2…..3!” The force of them pulling almost toppled Sasha over as she stumbled, the belt suddenly tight around her before falling free onto the floor. But it was too late. Letting out a final whimper Sasha’s bladder burst into her green shorts. Her pee shooting out of her and down both of her legs at speed. “Shit” the man shouted as his hand became covered in Sasha’s pee which was now flowing rapidly down her bare legs and over his hand that had been holding onto one of them. The light green shorts instantly darkened around her crotch, the wetness spreading to cover her backside before running down the back of legs as well, splattering nosily onto the ground from her calves. A small puddle formed as Sasha sobbed where she stood, she was 24 and currently peeing herself in Italy. She wanted to run off completely humiliated, but her legs seemed to be frozen on the spot. More and more pee pushed its way out of her tired body, it had gone without relief for more than a full day, not knowing if this was going to be a regular event it seemed intent on emptying itself quickly. Thirty seconds later her steam came to an end, the last drops falling into the large puddle that had formed on the sun baked concrete. Covering her face in shame she wanted to wake up in her room again, surely this had all been a nightmare, this couldn’t have happened for real. A few more moments of silence passed, only the faint engine of the distant bus and sound of the waves could be heard. “Um…im really really sorry.” The woman said, the first time she had spoken to her. “Yeah, but if it makes you feel any better we see this sort of thing all the time.” The man said waiting a few moments before speaking again. “I don’t mean to add to the situation, but if you give us your pass I can stamp it here and then you can go and get…cleaned up if you want.” Nodding and still not saying a word Sasha handed over her pass. Still stood at the centre of the puddle as it started to dry in the hot Italian sun. Getting her pass back she walked off still avoiding eye contact, trying to make her way to her room seeing as few people as possible. Her shorts were clearly wet and it would be obvious to anyone who saw her, but thankfully it seemed only a handful of people were walking around the ship Opening the door to her room she carefully took off her shoes and wet shorts, kicking them into the corner of her room. Tears started to well up as she began to sob at the situation, she couldn’t believe she had just done that, it had been years, decades since her last accident, this was humiliating. Jumping in the shower she let the warm wash away her tears and cleaned the pee from her legs. Finishing up her longer than normal shower and getting dressed in some fresh jeans and t-shirt, Sasha decided she would take a walk. Perhaps a bit of retail therapy would help her get over the disastrous start to the day. As she left her room she could still feel a phantom wetness between her legs, even after changing she just couldn't shake the feeling. Leaving her room she walked the decks of the ship freely, when suddenly she felt her flipflop step in something wet in the carpet. Looking around she realised she was also noticing more and more wet floor signs, what was going on? Walking towards the elevators she stepped inside, pressing the shopping floor's button she stood back. “Please, hold the lift!” came a desperate shout. Sticking her hand out she stopped the doors from closing as a tall skinny blonde all but sprinted into the lift. “Thank you!” “No pro…. Are you ok?” Sasha asked. Since getting in the blonde had been walking in rapid small circles with two hands between her legs. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Yeah sorry, I really have to pee and the line on this floor was massive” Suddenly it all made sense, just like her, it seemed that all the other people onboard were suffering a similar fate. “Oh…..oh no” the girl cried. A strong stream of clear pee flowed between her legs, falling straight from underneath her short denim skirt. Squatting quickly the girl pulled up her skirt to save it and Sasha couldn’t help but notice the girls white pants turn almost transparent as she pissed herself in the lift. “Im sorry, im so sorry” She started to apologise profusely to Sasha “No its ok, trust me I was in the same boat earlier” she said showing her the black mark on her hand. Suddenly a loud ding announced their arrival at the next floor. Sasha saw the young woman still squatting throw a hand between her slender legs and stand, a small stream still flowing for a few seconds before being cut off. “Ok, I think I can make it. Sorry about that” the woman said before rushing off to find the toilet on this floor. Carefully stepping out of the lift she was shocked to see the same thing on this floor, occasional darker areas of carpet, some suspiciously around potted plants. Dodging the puddles she made her way into the big shopping area, looking to find the makeup isle to get some new supplies for a make over, a sure way to to make herself feel better. Selecting a few pieces, a new shade of lipstick and some killer shades she paid for them with the mornings winnings and made her way back to her room. Having now found the stairs she walked up them towards her room, passing the ladies room she could see a line of a dozen or more women still waiting outside the toilets. Another woman walking out red faced and avoiding eye contact, her torn jeans darkened down the inside of both legs, a clear sign she hand’t made it. It seemed that Sasha wasn't the only one having trouble waiting today, it seemed the ship was full of people coming to the ends of their bladders abilities. While she could defiantly sympathise, it did give her some comfort to know she wasn’t the only one. ----------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And thanks again for all the positive comments!
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  6. That: "Why is this turning me on?!?" - at the end, really did it.
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    A bit late but I thought I'd upload the full Volume 2 in here as well. This volume includes 5 chapters that are a direct sequel to the first Nanako's Diary.
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  8. Last night I got home from work desperate (as usual), but my roommate was in the shower. Decided to film what happened. https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XF4s1YUAjPKDvEQpQu3lnuCm-ULki1is
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  9. Commission 11

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The second of two new commissions from @Hyde --- Both featuring the same girl in two different poses!
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  10. I just made me and my family tea and got myself a can of lemonade with a full bladder; I had to stop on the way upstairs to put my tea down since I was getting so squirmy, and I had to stop and hold myself for a bit. I haven’t peed in a few hours and I’ve had a cup of tea, some water, and a can of sprite in that time. >_<
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  11. This happened a few years ago. I was living with roommates in a rented suburban house, and none of us really knew any of the neighbors. Most were other renters, people moved in and out pretty often. While living there, I had a habit of going out in the backyard at night to pee, after everyone had gone to sleep. It felt so naughty to sneak off to the grass and just let go, technically in public but hidden by the darkness. Most of the time I wouldn’t wet my clothes. But that night I wanted something special. I decided I was going to wet myself in the yard, and I wanted to be as desperate as possible to make the most of it. The thought of releasing a torrent of pee down my legs in the cool night air made me so excited. Since I needed a super full bladder, I opened some cheap wine to sip while I waited. I didn’t want to be fully drunk, just tipsy enough to make it harder to hold, and make me pee a lot when I inevitably lost control. While I drank I got dressed up in a light pink bra and tank top, black miniskirt, and lacy pink panties. Then the important piece: light blue thigh-high stockings. They were made of thick cotton, so they would absorb any wetness quickly and show a very visible dark patch. I felt a little bit fluttery just pulling them up my legs. When I finished getting dressed I drank a lot of water, then settled in at my computer to pass the time. I kept slowly drinking my wine, and I felt myself getting slightly flushed and turned on, knowing what I was planning to do. As I played around online my bladder started filling quickly, and it didn’t take long to feel my first urge to pee. I squirmed a little but mostly ignored it. Time passed and I got deeply into whatever I was doing online, forgetting about my need to pee for a while. I eventually stood up to stretch, and quickly shoved my hand between my legs as I felt a surge of desperation. All the liquid I’d been drinking had finally caught up. My bladder felt hard and heavy, and I had to dance a little to keep from leaking into my panties. I wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting myself yet, but I wanted to be prepared, so I went outside to finish my hold on the porch. I sat down on the steps and bounced my legs, squirming around and pressing my pussy against the concrete. Everything felt so cold at night. It made me shiver, and I could feel my full bladder throbbing and begging for release. I was definitely a bit drunk, and that meant by the time I felt truly desperate I would only be able to hold on for a few moments, especially out in the cold with so much skin exposed. Alcohol gives me that “need to go NOW” feeling, so I end up escalating from holding it to letting go very quickly. It only took a few minutes on the steps before I was frantically grabbing myself, and I knew I couldn’t keep it in much longer. I stood up as carefully as I could manage and hurried to the middle of the yard, my hands pressed tight against my panties the whole way. Normally I would stick to the shadows, but in that state I didn’t think about it. This part of the yard was fairly exposed to other houses, but I was about to burst and feeling bold from the wine... Standing in the grass, I bounced up and down and held myself tight. I was so turned on, knowing I was about to lose control at any second. My bladder was barely holding on. Suddenly, a little jet of pee hissed into my panties, soaking my hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hand away and felt the wet warmth spread as I started peeing myself. My legs shook with relief as I finally let go, but just then, I heard the sound of a door opening. I froze, my stream stopping for a moment, and looked up to see my next door neighbor walking out onto his porch. He was holding a pack of cigarettes, and he looked to be in his thirties, maybe late twenties. I was facing his house, which meant he was also facing me, about twenty feet away. I saw him glance at me with surprise and I quickly looked away, pretending to be out for a walk enjoying the night. I tried to squeeze my muscles tight and hold it, but I couldn’t help it anymore, pee kept slowly streaming down my legs. I could feel it soaking into my stockings and I knew the wet patch was growing. I felt rooted to the spot, and just stood there silently, blushing and listening to the soft hissing sound of pee leaving my pussy. Even in this situation it felt amazing. I was tingling with excitement at the naughtiness of peeing myself out in the open with a stranger around. I didn’t know if he was still watching, but I stayed frozen like that until there was a little puddle around my feet. I managed to regain enough control to make it look like I was casually walking back to my house, but pee kept streaming down my legs as I walked out of view. As soon as I was out of his sight I let go entirely, soaking my stockings even further as my still mostly full bladder emptied itself. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at the release and the excitement, so I quickly shook my dripping feet off and slipped into the house, my heart pounding. Back in my room, I examined my clothes. It was exactly what I expected: my panties were sopping wet, and my light blue stockings were drenched, with a very dark patch covering my inner thighs and calves. From the front the wet spot reached halfway across each leg, it was extremely obvious that I’d peed myself. I was still blushing thinking about being seen, so I went to the shower to wash off and take care of my excitement. I never ran into him again after that. It must have been surprising for him in the first place, to go out for a smoke and find me all alone in the moonlight in a miniskirt and stockings. I don’t know for sure if he saw my wet legs, but even if he somehow didn’t see that (it was very, very visible), he still looked directly at me while I was peeing myself 😳 It was definitely more than I planned for, but it made for an amazing memory 😛 This was the experience I mentioned at the end of my other semi-related story:
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  12. A new video from Jade. This is only the sample, but I would love to see the full series. Particularly for this wetting in purple/pink panties. DLHJ-015 sample.mp4
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  13. Chapter 4 Sarah continued the paperwork as Will continued to shift about and nod. Then she handed him a pen to sign a few forms. Will looked up as far as her hand and tried to take the pen, but terrified of touching her beautiful, perfect hand he missed entirely and the pen fell to the floor. He slid forward on his chair, sliding one hand between his legs to squeeze his penis through his suit trousers and using the other to pick up the pen. God did he need to pee so bad. He lifted the clip board which Sarah had rested on the coffee table and leaned forward with his legs bouncing to sign his name. Under signature it read ‘please print name’ and Will wrote ‘Will Highland’ in perfect capital letters. Sarah picked up the clip board and pen from the coffee table and returned them to the shelf behind her client. While out of sight she held her crotch and pee danced, so grateful for the fact she had decided to wear her navy suit trousers and white blouse today rather than her tight black skirt from yesterday. She was worried about her client who seemed so bound by anxiety he could not speak, but more concerned about her own bladder which was pounding for release already. It hardly seemed possible she could go from just needing to desperate this quick but then again she had drank plenty and not been near a toilet all day! With Sarah out of sight Will too had been holding himself and rubbing. He could feel his piss seeping down his urethra and ready to burst out. He was dying for a loo but unable to say. This was torture. As Sarah sat down she was struck by how awkward and uncomfortable her client looked. Of course everyone was nervous seeing her for the first time but this was different. The inability to give eye contact, or speak, the shifting about and general anxiety was on a whole new level. He was cute as hell but bound by something she longed to unravel. She suddenly had a brain wave... She walked over to a cupboard and rummaged about, coming back a moment later with a whiteboard and pen. She wrote on one side the word ‘yes’ and on the other ‘no’. Her first question was simple and inspired from her earlier forms. ‘William, it’s perfectly ok not to speak. I accept you fully and respect you regardless. Would you feel more comfortable communicating using this?’ ‘Will raised his head finally to see the board, though Sarah’s words were touching him somewhere deep inside his heart. His eyes were tearing up but what he didn’t expect was his entire body reacting as his eyes met the sheer beauty and wonder of Sarah’s face. Her hair, so naturally auburn and shining with vitality and splendour, her eyes, gleaming with hope, reassurance and sexual appeal, her nose so perfect and touchable, her lips so tender and kissable. His heart almost missed a beat, the hairs on his arms standing up and his penis now suddenly erect and ready. He had never in his entire life experienced this. He longed with all his being to touch this special spectacular princess, smell her, taste her, hold her. He wanted to be inside her more than anything. Then he instantly came to himself and looked away. What on earth was he thinking! His heart and body were putty in this stranger’s hands and there was nothing he could do to regain control of it. Sarah wasn’t expecting William to look up. She most definitely wasn’t expecting to see the most deep, passionate, perfect brown eyes meet hers. Her entire body was set alight. His hairline, his skin, his perfectly trimmed beard...oh how she longed with all her being to passionately kiss those lips. Suddenly he looked away and the electricity souring through her body tried to ease down. She’d never in her life felt this with anyone. But he was a client, and her stupid bladder would just not stop throbbing either! She found herself lost in wonder, lost in thought, lost for words. What was she going to ask him again? Oh yes she remembered now. ‘Would you prefer I called you Will?’ Will had never been so glad in all his life to have a sudden erection. He tried pressing the end of his penis down to keep it from standing up obviously through his suit trousers. So ok his attention was still on his nether regions but at least, for the next few minutes or so, he was no longer in danger of pissing himself! He pointed to the ‘yes’ on the whiteboard. ‘Great! Then it’s great to meet you Will. I’m Sarah and I hope we can get to know each other better so I can help you work through things that are bothering you. As I said I accept you exactly as you are and together we will do whatever it takes to get you comfortable and released from anything that is causing you pain or discomfort or irritating you. I’ll go at your pace and you can guide me. My role is to see you happy, at peace and comfortable being you. Does that sound ok?’ So right now his body longed to make love to a stranger, piss an ocean and then eat some dinner but he was pretty sure she wasn’t being that literal and she was referring to the anxiety that bound his entire life, even right now to the point of struggling to communicate his physical needs. He had no hesitation in pointing to the yes on the board as his erection began fading as his bladder sent an urgent reminder of how desperate he was to piss. Boy this was awkward. No wonder he was anxious! Sarah tried to concentrate but two things were consuming her thoughts: she swore the man sitting right in front of her had the biggest erection she had ever seen which made her want him so badly her vagina was pushing out mucus like a machine in overdrive, and secondly the wet mucus in her pants was about to get joined by a days worth of urine as she was absolutely dying to pee! ——-
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  14. Hi all, I recently did one of my biggest ever wettings and thought that you may be interested in the resulting photos. The choice of underwear was inspired by a topic I raised elsewhere, hope it fits the bill! The first photo is how my stomach normally looks, prior to the hold (I hadn't yet changed underwear). The second photo is of me full around three hours later, about 10 minutes before I wet myself. The third and fourth photos are the aftermath of my wetting, whereby I peed through my boxers while sitting on the toilet (hence the slightly odd pattern). The hold was very long and drawn out, with ALOT of sustained spurting over the final few minutes. If anyone would like any further details about the hold, please do ask 🙂
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  15. Funny sketch I found on Youtube. The link is right here: "I Just Peed A Little Game Show". I Just Peed A Little Game Show.mp4
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  16. October 23rd, 2021 “Wait, so, when you say, ‘filling up,’ how much do you mean?” Emily asked. Olivia blushed. She had been soothing Emily’s muscles for a while now, so Emily was starting to feel fine again. “Well, this morning, I had a pretty bad dream, and that was followed by some other weird experience that I’m not sure I should talk about yet… but when I woke up, to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, I drank a whole bottle of water, and threw the empty bottle near the door, so that I would see it when I woke up. That isn’t the only thing I’ve drank today, and it’s all running though me…” Olivia said. “Wait, you had a bad dream, and you had a ‘weird experience’ afterwards, were you in the pitch black room then?” Emily asked. “Yes! I forgot, you have also been there once, but this time, there was this voice from outside, she was talking to me!” Olivia exclaimed. “Yeah! When you suffocated me, I went there as well, and Lynn talked to me too! She’s really worried about you… you’re fine, right?” Emily asked. “As of right now, I’m all good! Although, considering that I’m gonna be holding a lot here pretty soon, I feel like one of my other personalities is going to take over…” Olivia said. “When that happens, is it like another person has replaced you? Are you like three different people inhabiting a body?” Emily asked. “No, it’s always me, I think my brain just makes different chemicals or something, and my way of thinking… my mindset completely changes.” Olivia said. “Oh, so it’s all ‘you’ then, alright.” Emily said. She walked into their house and grabbed a few water bottles. “It’s been a really long time since we’ve done a hold… I wanted to start off small, maybe ease back into holding again… but I can’t pass up the temptation of seeing you with a bladder larger than your head… and I want the same for me…” Emily said, drinking from a bottle of water. She tossed another one to Olivia. “Oh… I already have to pee… I’ve forgotten how it feels to be absolutely bursting with pee, to be above 100 percent full… I can’t wait to experience it again!” Olivia exclaimed. Emily smiled. She had already finished the first bottle and was starting her second. She wanted to catch up with Olivia. “Also, I know you really hate stealing from that one desert town, but it’s kinda their fault for not having enough security, and this is all about survival! We’re running through our water supply, and really need more sunscreen! I’m going back there.” Olivia said. “Come on! We have water for months! We aren’t running out! And we have a couple of days of sunscreen, I’m sure we can space that out for a few weeks!” Emily said. “Here’s another thing, our bladders won’t fill immediately. We need something to do for a few hours. I say, we go raid the desert town again, restock a bit, and come back nice and full. Can you please come?” Olivia asked. “What if we go the other direction and pay that one lady a visit? She seems lonely, and that will probably take us even longer, right?” Emily asked. “Emily, I don’t think she likes us. Can we please just go to the desert town?” Olivia asked. “Fine… I do not approve of this behavior at all, but if it’s about survival, then I guess we should take advantage of this.” Emily said. “Look, I’m not an advocate for stealing, either, if we had money I would absolutely want to pay for this stuff! But we don’t have a thing to sell!” Olivia said. “You’re right. Let’s go…” Emily said. The two girls both put multiple bottles of diu-water in their inventories, and headed off. Along the way, they both made sure to drink plenty of it. Emily made sure she was always at least a bottle ahead of Olivia. By the time they got there, Emily had lost track and was two bottles ahead, but thought she was on par with Olivia. As she opened another, Olivia pointed out the storage building. “Again, no guards. We’re fine. Let’s sneak in, take a look around, and grab some stuff in this chest that used to be full of water bottles.” Olivia said. Since the chest was an inventory of its own, it could store items of any size, unlike the crates which can only store however many items will fit in them. As they approached the entrance, Olivia stifled a moan. Emily knew how she felt. The water they had been drinking was definitely trickling down through them. Emily’s body desperately wanted to call off the whole thing, and go sprint to a toilet immediately. Emily’s willpower was much much higher than that, and she was definitely still going to hold, but this was an opportunity to use a real toilet for the first time in her existence here, which was exciting for her. She pushed the thought out of her mind. Olivia was even fuller than her, and had a smaller bladder. She had a much stronger willpower and pain tolerance than Emily, though. Plus, with every hold she did, her bladder would grow stronger and stronger, until someday, she is on par with Emily. With Emily’s love for holding as well, though, that process would be a lot more gradual than Olivia would have liked. “Okay, other than the water chest, our inventories are empty. I’m going to fill this chest with as much water as I can, even a few crates of it. They don’t seem to have a lot, so I won’t take all of it. You go find sunscreen, and grab anything else that looks useful.” Olivia said. “Wait, if they are almost out of water, we shouldn’t be taking any! People could die because of us!” Emily said. “They aren’t storing it all here, this is just the water that isn’t currently being sold or distributed. They’re fine.” Olivia said. Emily reluctantly agreed, and looked around for sunscreen. She decided to look at everything that was here, even if she found the sunscreen, so she would know what they had. Quickly finding it, she filled a crate with sunscreen, and put the crate in her inventory. Looking around, she saw a lot of different things, things she had never heard of, and things she would never have imagined they would have stocked here. She also found an area with a ton of water bottles. They were a different brand, but they had way more water than the stuff up front, which calmed Emily a bit. She was glad they weren’t taking the town’s only source of water. “Hey Olivia, why do you think the water is bottled like this? Are they importing it from somewhere?” Emily asked. “Are you implying that within the six or so months that this simulation had existed, that there is already an advanced civilization that is making these products?” Olivia asked. “Yeah, seems like it... Although, I guess it wouldn't make much sense for these people to be getting it in any other way.” Emily said. “That’s crazy though, and I thought this town was advanced…” Olivia said. Emily saw her slide a hand down between her legs for a moment, before bouncing in place once or twice, and leaning on her other hip. Olivia went back to looking around after that. Emily eventually finished her search, and met back up with Olivia. The only thing they grabbed aside from water and sunscreen were some sheets of leather and some strong cutters. Emily planning on making some things with this, like grips for their weapons. “Ohh… I really have to go… we have such a long walk home… Are we going to keep drinking on the way back?” Emily asked. “I w-will! I’m not even 100% full yet, so I shouldn’t just stop!” Olivia said. Emily gave a little giggle, and poked Olivia’s bladder. It wasn’t bulging quite yet, but Emily knew where it was, from experience. Olivia gave a moan that she was unable to suppress. They both smiled. They were going to have so much fun when they got home. Walking towards the exit, Emily tripped over something. “Ah! Are you okay?!” Olivia said, helping Emily up. “Y-yes, if my bladder was bulging out that would have killed me, I-I would have landed on it…” Emily said. “Ohh… it’s a real shame it isn’t bulging yet, then…” Olivia said. She giggled a little bit. Emily smiled. “Stop! We caught you! You hit our tripwire! You two are coming with us!” A voice said from outside. Emily and Olivia froze. They didn’t expect this. Three men wearing armor and holding spears came in and grabbed them. They didn’t bring their weapons, in case they needed the space for stuff. They let themselves be dragged away to wherever they were to be taken, and were both thinking the same thing: “I’m going to have to pee myself in prison.” (Normally I would just continue the story from here since there’s no choice to be made, but I want to get this one out before it gets too long, so it doesn’t look like I just made one entry and forgot about the series again. Also, cliffhangers draw audiences back)
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  17. "Oogh...Ayla too much skull-smash..." Curled up in the Ioka Village's Chief hut, clutching the furry bristles of her animal pelt mat, Ayla suffered under the morning aftereffects of a traditional 65,000,000 B.C. party. But how could they not celebrate? The tribe had been graced by the arrival of four strange, but strong fellows named Crono, Marle, Lucca, and an especially unusual one named Robo. And, in the midst of the music and bobonga, Ayla and Crono had competed in a skull-smash drinking contest. Even though Ayla had drunk less than her opponent, she was still feeling the powerful ramifications of all those fluids, as well as the painful, pounding reminder why the liquid had gotten its name. She wasn't going to laze around all day, but right now, she wanted nothing more than a little extra time to sleep off the hangover. Which, of course, meant that four people had to come running into her tent, the four new people. "We've got a problem," Lucca shouted, instantly doubling the stabbing agony in Ayla's head. "Something important of ours was stolen!" "It may be difficult for Ayla to respond, given the high volume of impurities in the fluids circulating in her system from the previous night," Robo informed. "Not unlike you were carrying until this morning, prior to expulsion." While Crono was still out of it thanks to drinking even more skull-smash than Ayla, Marle and Lucca were taken aback. "W-were you watching us, Robo," Marle exclaimed, with a bright blush across her cheeks. "Affirmative. I found your rushed excursion to the denser flora to be unusual." Everybody was silent for the next few seconds, before Lucca commented, "I'll need to go in and delete those memories later." Despite Robo's concerns, Ayla groaned and stumbled to her feet. "Stolen? Must be reptites! Leader Azala strong, very mean! Ayla fight, but never beat!" With a clear goal in mind and a drive in her blood, the prehistoric woman dropped on all fours and dashed past everyone, straight out the flaps of her hut, leaving the pelt blowing in the breeze. Lucky for everyone that she had been too tired to undress to nothing before falling asleep last night, so she was instead in her usual wear as she ran out into the open: a gray fur scarf hanging past her waist, gray fur top wrapped around her voluptuous chest, and gray fur bottoms beneath a gray fur skirt. To a more modern, 1000 AD eye, it looked more like she was dressed for a slightly chilly day at the beach. Not very fashionable, but functional and easy to move in, along with showcasing her muscular, battle-hardened build. So gung-ho, nobody else was mentally prepared to follow Ayla, not before she came back to fetch them. "Follow Ayla! Know way to reptites!" Being the only guide they had, everyone followed the cavewoman, south out of Ioka Vilage, straining to keep up. However, even though she was the one setting the pace, Ayla was struggling as well. With every bound forward, every shake as her palms and toes hit the ground and propelled her further forward, she felt a ripple radiate throughout her body, from her stomach to her extremities, as the contents of her bladder sloshed around and collided with its walls with the force of an ocean wave, twice every second. Ayla was confident in her strength, and that extended to her bladder. While out hunting for either food or materials, it was often safer to hold off on relieving oneself, sometimes for extended periods of time. There was no benefit in waiting too long, as she had chastised her partner Kino for several times, but in a time-sensitive situation like now, it was better to wait. She could handle the mild pressure in her abdominal region until the reptites were dealt with. That was easier said than done, of course, when Ayla looked around at her surroundings, now consisting of many thick, tall, luscious green trees. While she was capable of holding it, if she had no reason to, she would readily release her bodily fluids on a tree. Aside from there being nowhere more suitable to do her business, it was satisfying to stand against the trunk and spray the bark down, with the volume serving as proof of her strength and endurance. And she lived in a time before modesty was created, so being in a party was not an obstacle. It became a matter of weighing which would be more detrimental: stopping everyone to pee, or having her fighting prowess deteriorate due to desperation. "Grawr!" Whether she'd be fighting was soon decided for her, as from the thick treeline came a large golden beast, bipedal with horns and wings, known to the Ioka as a Bao Bao. And, for a dumb animal, it knew what it was doing, cornering the team in a narrow passage, leaving room for only Ayla, Crono, and Lucca to engage. With no regard to her internal needs, Ayla's feral nature took hold, and she growled right back, as Crono unsheathed his sword and Lucca drew her gun. Ayla, however, relied on nothing more than her fists to get the job done, not even a wooden club, and held her hands in front of her, ready to rumble. However, even without being weighed down by weaponry, Crono still beat Ayla to the punch on attacking, leaping towards the Bao Bao with his sword held to his side, and swung it in a powerful arc...missing the creature entirely. Clearly, he was still a bit under the weather. Even he seemed surprised, as he froze entirely after the whiff, looking at his sword like it was the problem. So distracted was Crono, he was caught off-guard by Bao Bao thrusting an arm out and wrapping its massive hands around his torso, lifting his feet off the ground, reeling back with the pitch, and tossing the poor man straight at Ayla. With a sturdy stance. ready for the throw, Ayla opened her arms and caught Crono in a hug-like embrace, and while she endured much of the force, the speed still knocked her off her feet and sent them both flying into a tree. Good thing Crono had a couple cushions for his head in the collision, and even as Ayla's bare back rubbed against the rough bark, she wasn't fazed. At least, not because of direct pain. To say that the impact shook up something fierce inside Ayla would be putting it very, very mildly. "Oof! Ayla hurt!" Every ounce of urine in her bladder jolted and jumped as a result of the crash, causing the heavy liquid to land with excess gravitational force against the floor of the internal organ, putting unnecessary stress on her urethra. And, given that she had quite the capacity and endurance, to the point she'd have to be really full to even feel anything, that was a lot of sudden weight. Even as Crono got off her and rushed back into battle, and Ayla attempted to stand up, she doubled over and pressed her muscular thighs together to stay dry. Eventually, the strong desire subsided, and she was back on her feet with her usual vigor. But clearly, she had spent too long out of the game, as by the time she was ready to rumble, Lucca already had a ring of fire circling her, directing it forward with an extension of the arm, setting the Bao Bao ablaze, more than enough to put it down for good. And just watching that, Ayla's internal struggle was forgotten, as she rushed to Lucca's side with wonder in her eyes. "Amazing! How you make fire?" "Well...I'm not sure I can explain it in a way that you can comprehend," Lucca dodged, looking off to the side instead of maintaining eye contact with Ayla. The silence that followed was thick enough to be cut with the blunt end of a mop handle, though Ayla was still hopping around Lucca, eager to learn her secrets...and because she had quite the desperation that required dancing to stave off. Even as each leap sloshed her pee around, with what little room it had to ripple in her expanding bladder, the motions kept her mind off the pain. But even that was interrupted by an interjection from Robo. "My scanners indicate the presence of further creatures in these woods. If we wish to pursue the reptites, it would be wise to continue, without haste." Marle concurred. "We don't know what the reptites could do with that Gate Key, there could be some very dire consequences if we don't get it back soon." A chorus of agreement rang out, and the party dashed off, deeper into the forest maze towards the reptite lair. Because of her running stance, and her need to guide the rest, Ayla took the lead with her cat-like gait. She was moving fast, but she was no longer so confident in being able to easily stay dry until they had caught the reptites. She really had to pee, after all. However, despite being fully aware of her need, Ayla refused to make a stop to relieve herself before continuing. "Crono strong. Crono friends strong. Ayla show Ayla strong too!" --------------- After exiting the forest maze, the team was met with the entrance to a mountain, serving as the reptite's lair. There was some discussion on a plan of attack with Lucca and Robo, formulating a strategy, at least until Ayla rushed straight in, head-on. After all, she was in a bit of a hurry to get this over with. Both to get revenge on the reptites for messing with her and her friends, and to relieve herself of the task at hand so she could relieve herself without worry. She just wasn't expecting that hasty attitude would lead the group astray, down hole after hole without making any true progress. They had spent close to an hour in here now. "Ooh...too much Ayla water..." And Ayla's condition had deteriorated significantly in that time. With every new room, every battle, every attack, the weight of her bladder seemed to grow, and the bulge on her toned tummy seemed to expand. The pent-up urine continued to tease her private parts with an outward pressure, like a dam holding back an incredible flood. Her midsection's temperature spiked as the pee was affected by, and sapped, her body heat. Even her seemingly inhuman abilities were suffering as a result of her dire need. While the craggy walls of the caverns weren't quite as appealing or tempting as the plentiful plant life outside when it came to suitable territory for marking, at this stage, Ayla was willing to consider anything. Thoughts cascaded through her mind of a waterfall of her pee cascading down the cracks and crevasses, leaving a shiny, foamy trail to the ground in a massive puddle. The only thing keeping her from following through with that fantasy was pride. As the group fought their way through reptites and many other hostile creatures, and Ayla began to slip, she could see just how strong her friends were. That was great, she loved seeing more strong people, but she didn't want to fall behind, especially when they were bending the very elements of nature to their whims. And they hadn't stopped to take a leak, so neither would she. If she could help it. But amidst her pain, they stood in the deepest corridors of the reptite lair, standing before a wide entranceway. The whole cave system had a putrid scent that Ayla was more than familiar with, but it was stronger than ever here. "Azala smell strong! Must be near!" Everybody looked between each other, nodded, and rushed in. As soon as they entered, a deeper female voice echoed across the walls. "Could the humans really be capable of creating something so advanced?" Recognizing the voice, Ayla dropped to her hands and feet, bared her teeth, and growled. "Azala!" Hearing her name, the reptite queen turned to face the party, with the stolen Gate Key in her claws. "Oh, a group of humans come to find me. Though, these other humans seem to be cut from finer cloth than you, Ayla. Perhaps they will better be able to answer my question." Azala held the Gate Key out before her. "What is the purpose of this device?" Since she couldn't give even an inkling of an answer, Ayla could only watch as everyone else silently watched the situation, giving no answers. And because it was so silent, a silence that seemed to drag on for millenia, she had the time and opportunity to reflect on her bladder once more. Not that she could avoid thinking about it anymore, with just how all-encompassing the pain coursing through her veins now was. It was no longer just the weight bothering her, but the intense pressure paired with it. This pee wanted to get out, and it felt like her rock-hard bladder was taking every step to force it out, with only Ayla's mighty muscles able to hold it back. In her horizontal stance, butt raised in the air, she shook and shivered, resisting the urge to shoot a stream from behind in her current stance. Never in a million years would Ayla imagine she could possibly become so desperate to pee, and she couldn't imagine it ever happening again, even if she lasted two million years. A growing portion of her better judgment commanded her to run out of the room, drop her bottoms, and release the flood. A smaller part was even recommending she do it in front of everybody, in front of Azala. A cavewoman's sense of biology may have been comparatively lacking, but she was aware enough to realize that the searing pain below her stomach was bad. "No! Ayla strong! Ayla win!" With the five of them working together, Azala wouldn't stand a chance, even if Ayla was splitting her strength the entire time. "I should have expected I wouldn't get a straight answer from humans," Azala sighed. "Never mind, then. If you won't help me, then I'll just get you out of my way." Raising an arm in a commanding fashion, the reptite queen called out. "Nizbel!" No sooner did she shout the name that the caverns began shaking with a quaking force in regular intervals. Robo remained gyroscopically stable, but all the humans began stumbling, holding their arms out to their sides for balance. Lucca even fell to one knee. And, of course, every tremor caused a crash of urine against Ayla's bladder walls, and especially against the exit chute. Truthfully, a couple hot dribbles soon pooled in her clothing, and she quickly bucked her legs into the air to change her stance, into one where her legs could press together while keeping the quadrupedal posture. Finally, the source of the shaking revealed itself as a triceratops monster, presumably the Nizbel that Azala called for, emerged from a cave in the back, looking mean and malicious. And Azala was all too pleased about that. "At least I'll be free from you irritating, inferior humans." Taking a step back, the reptite queen hid behind Nizbel, while the humans (plus Robo) readied for battle. Just looking at Nizbel, Ayla could tell that this battle was sure to be a difficult one. The dino was tall and muscular, in a way that the cavewoman could only dream of one day achieving. And it looked mad, belting out a mighty roar. But Crono would not be deterred, and he raised both arms in the air, as a spiral of sparkles formed in the empty space between. Once again, he was making full use of his magical, elemental control, as he summoned a devastating bolt of lightning from the heavens above, in this deep, underground cave, striking Nizbel with a crackling sizzle. Their expedition so far had led them to discover that dinosaurs had a weakness to lightning, a shock that brought their defenses to near-zero, making for a strong opening move. And opened Nizbel up for a fantastic one-two punch. Being cold-blooded, the dinosaurs were also vulnerable to low temperatures, and that's where Marle stepped in, with the frosty mist forming around her outstretched palms, rapidly forming into a miniature glacier above her person. Or, rather, above another's head. "Ayla, catch!" This was a move the two had discovered would work recently, where Marle used her water magic to create an ice boulder, several times Ayla's size, for the cavewoman to throw at an opponent. Problem was, Ayla was a bit distracted at the moment, for obvious reasons. So, when Marle called her name, she was jolted upright, shocked, and she hurriedly put her hands in the air to catch the ice. Unfortunately, because she got into the stance so hastily, her feet weren't planted correctly as the heavy load dropped into her grasp, and her knees buckled. Not enough to cause her to drop it, but her subsequent toss wasn't as strong as it could have been. Only strong enough to fly into Nizbel's face hard enough to shatter and push the stunned beast back. Nizbel wasn't out quite yet, though. Though still dazed, sparks began to fly off the dinosaur's body with a popping and crackle, growing in volume and intensity with every passing second. However, it only came to a head as Crono charged in, blade at the ready. Just before the sword could cut Nizbel's flesh, the monster's eyes shot open, and the sparks formed together into an aura of lightning, one that soon shot forth in all directions. All of a sudden, Nizbel was back, in full fighting form, no longer held back by the electricity. And that electricity did a lot worse than simply stun the fighting human party. While Crono was mostly able to bear through the shock, thanks to his innate thunder resistance, Marle took a heavy brunt of the pain, and Ayla had it even worse. Not so much due to the pure voltage, as Ayla had an incredible resistance to pain, but the involuntary spasms birthed from that electricity coursing through her. Meaning, another spurt of hot pee into her bottoms, dampening the crotch of her fur bikini significantly more than it was before. The Ioka chief was strong, no denying it, but even she was beginning to fail. Her knees shook like these were arctic conditions, and against her pride, she doubled over and squeezed her meaty thighs together. It was nice to provide a little physical wall against her urethra, but it did little to pacify the tsunami within. She was already a bit wet from the earlier spurts, which made it even harder to resist soaking herself further. Anybody with sense would give up by now, before they seriously hurt themselves just trying to hold pee. "Grawgh! Ayla...Ayla not lose!" With her teeth clenched, Ayla pounced onto Nizbel, scratching at the dinosaur's face ferociously with sharp fingernail claws, over and over again. This time, Nizbel was on guard, so the assault wasn't doing much for damage, but Ayla couldn't be faulted for her tenacity. She was only stopped when the monster's large fingers wrapped around her body and tossed her away. Though she was thrown with force, Ayla didn't go flying into a wall, and landed on her feet pretty well. But that doesn't mean it was without pain, because this was the strongest jolt to her bladder yet. This time, she froze in place, as her body went all-in on securing her vast quantities of urine, with no movement apart from some violent shivering and quivering pupils. And a tiny dribble of water droplets from between her legs, practically invisible in the dark caverns. This was it, Ayla was at her limit. No human could last long with this much urine inside them, even the cavewoman was pushing believability here. She had leaked enough to always be feeling the little puddle in her pants, sticking to her privates, an amount that could have easily already served as a catalyst for a full wetting. And maybe it should have, put an end to the pain so she could focus on the fight, and wash her clothes once all was said and done. She'd certainly feel better. But what would giving up say about her? What would it say about the strength of the Ioka Tribe, if their chief had no choice but to pee herself? Around other strong people, around Azala, that simply wasn't an option. Steeling herself for the greatest pain she'd ever experienced, Ayla resolved to hold it until the fight was done, no matter what it took. Unfortunately, said decision meant she was only fighting at a fraction of her full power. The cycle continued as it had the first time, with Crono stunning Nizbel with lightning, Marle using ice, and Ayla with her raw strength. They would get a few attacks in, Nizbel would discharge the electricity (which of course further pushed Ayla every time, leaving her to kiss her wounds to feel better), and the loop would continue. Finally, just when Ayla's mind was about to break, drowning in urine, one final slash from Crono was enough to finally put Nizbel down for good. With a loud roar of pain, the dino collapsed onto the ground. And Azala was none too pleased about that. "Rrgh...you damn naked apes! Don't think you've proven any superiority yet!" Running off, the reptite queen dropped the Gate Key, whose true purpose she was still unaware of, and retreated somewhere the dangerous humans wouldn't chase. Lucca ran to the fallen device and picked it up, rotating it in her hands to inspect every corner. "Good, the Gate Key looks fine." Ayla, meanwhile, couldn't care less about the stolen good itself, and had instead followed Azala with her eyes. "Yeah! Azala run, and Azala not come bAGH!" And there it was. Ayla got excited from their victory, and with her concentration slipping even a slight percentage, her bladder took over and began answering its own call. Her iron bladder was rock hard and burning a hole in her abdomen, quivering and pleading, and it was about to get its way. It was all too clear that Ayla wasn't making it back to the surface to pee somewhere normal. Good thing Ayla wasn't concerned with where it was "normal" to pee. All that mattered was that she had won, so she could take a leak anywhere as she reveled in her victory. And she got right to that, running to the nearest wall with her hands on her crotch, fingers tensed as hard as could be, sweat causing her exposed skin to glisten in the limited light. Marle seemed to be the only one that noticed Ayla's odd behavior. "Ayla, is something bothering you?" With her end goal in sight, Ayla saw no reason to be secretive. "Ayla need make water!" "Make wa...what are you talking about?" The questioning had caught everyone else's attention, meaning Marle, Crono, Lucca, and Robo were all watching as Ayla hobbled to the wall. Which meant they all bore witness to what transpired when she reached her goal. Her knees were already partially bent from her stiff gait, and they stayed that way as she spread them as far apart as she could before losing balance, with her left hand reaching down and lifting her skirt, and her right hand pulled the crotch of her bottoms aside, a bit of a difficult task with how thick they were, especially without ripping them to shreds in the process. The latter was more the concern for someone of Ayla's abilities. One of those abilities, as was soon discovered, was power pissing. Before she had even fully disrobed, meaning one last large splash of hot urine in her clothes, Ayla shot a harsh jet of pee from her prehistoric privates, golden with white-water streaks, slamming into the jagged stone with almost no height lost in the foot-long gap between her and the wall. The torrent crashed into the rock with such force that droplets flew off the point of impact constantly, and far enough that her legs were becoming moist with a thin layer of tinkle, as an added bonus to the trickles that got caught on her folds and instead snaked down her inner thighs. As she whizzed all over the wall, the humid air around her seemed to warm up, thanks to the influence of her spilling bodily fluids. It had been pent up inside her body for so long, her personal heat had brought the warmth of her pee up to a boiling level. Even in the tepid air of these deep caverns, the difference in temperature caused a transparent steam to rise from the flowing fluids, at least to Ayla's eyes. Not that Ayla was looking at the moment. Her eyes were rolling up, to the back of her skull, as her head drooped to face the ceiling and her jaw hung limp, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her entire lower half seemed to shiver from the incredible force of the piss stream gushing forth, all as it crashed against a hard surface like a huge waterfall, creating a foamy ocean as it pooled on the floor after trailing down the crags and cracks in the wall, now surrounding and warming the soles of Ayla's bare feet. And she was not bothered at all by it. On the contrary, she was in as much bliss as she had ever been. Her massive boulder of a bladder was rapidly shrinking and deflating, and each drop that exited left behind a shockwave of ecstasy that overpowered Ayla, sending her deep down into an inescapable pit of pleasure. And from deep within that rapidly-draining well, all that could be heard were inarticulate sighs and moans. "Aahhhh...hhaaahhhh...gggaaaahhhh..." Yet, no matter how much the flood poured forth, it continued with no signs of a conclusion. Ayla was famous in the Ioka Tribe for her insane capacity, a chief had to be strong, and she was strong in many different ways beyond combat ability; namely capacity, holding, and the spray that followed. She had proven long ago that she could beat the men of her clan when it came to distance and power. Kino had challenged her a few times, just the two of them in the forest, and she had trounced him on all three fronts. Still, she was only human, and her piddle began thinning, though with many spurts of full power punctuating the river, in a smooth decline until it was little more than a soft trickle, now falling directly into the gargantuan puddle at her feet. Once that was done and over with, a couple drops dripped out, both from within her body and what was stuck to her outer orifices, until she could summon nothing else forth. Letting her bottoms snap back into place and dropping her skirt, Ayla's head dropped forward as she panted a few times and smiled. "Phew...ah, Ayla feel much better now!" Looking downwards, Ayla couldn't help but admire her handiwork. The shiny wall and bubbly mess on the ground were a pure testament to Ayla's bladder ability, in a way that she herself had never experienced. "Ayla make so much water..." Her new friends were already showing her how much inner strength she truly possessed. That was enough to be grateful for. Speaking of her new friends, she turned back to face them with her usual enthusiasm. "Ayla finished now!" Even though she felt great, she found an odd scene when she rotated back around: Marle covering Crono's eyes, and Lucca, having climbed up on Robo's back, covering Robo's eyes, and everyone (sans Robo) had a bright blush on their cheeks. Ayla tiled her head, confused. "Why you hide eyes?" "D-don't you have any shame, Ayla," Lucca called out. "You don't just...do something like that in the open! Especially not in front of guys!" That answer did not help the cavewoman understand, not in the slightest. "Why so weird? Man, woman, all make water." Stunned, the modern girls couldn't counter that argument. All they could do was look at each other, dumbfounded. "Society really has advanced in the last 65 million years," Marle realized, with the most awkward smile. Lucca could only nod in agreement. And Ayla, far off to the side, was still in the dark. "Others strange. But they fun!"
    2 points
  18. Man I wish the girl in the middle with the tight yoga pants actually went lol. Her pee pee dance was mad sexy though!
    2 points
  19. 244 downloads

    I'm finally back with a 2-in-1 wetting comic! This tale has been on my radar for years and its turn for an illustrated take has come. "Story From a Lurker" is a little gem recounting the author's college days, on a night where she studied with her roommate and then went to a party. Despite not drinking alcohol, the storyteller (who goes by Bonnie) filled her bladder up quite a bit with a water bottle at the library and a soda at the party. The drive home is a desperate one for her, much to the amusement of her roommate Jill. She endures a few leaks on her way out of the car and up the stairs, all the while being teased by Jill. She might finally reach her bathroom but with how full she is, Bonnie arrives a few steps and a couple seconds too late. But if the end of her desperation isn't enough, Jill gets so entertained laughing at Bonnie's predicament that she herself leaks a little bit. And with the playful relationship these roomies and best friends share, Bonnie has a fun plan to level the playing field and leave them both with soiled laundry to do. This comic contains 2 separate wetting scenes, lots of building up of desperation for the first and a quick tickling session that leads to the second. Told over 32 pages, there is a substantial amount of nudity, especially after the storyteller's pants become too wet to keep wearing. Just like my other releases, each page of this comic has a scaled-down duplicate for easier reading within the 'lowres' subfolder, with the original larger copy of each one also available in the 'hires' subfolder. There's no shortage of stories to be found at that website, and while I have other proposed projects on the way, I still hope to continue illustrating these wonderful toilet tales for as long as I'm able. Thank you to everyone here who buys and supports my work for letting me make that happen. The original text for Bonnie's "Story From a Lurker" can be found on Toiletstool.com, Old Posts From the Toilet: Page 2262 https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostchz.htm
    $5.99
    2 points
  20. The first upload failed. 20200520_061728_1.mp4
    2 points
  21. The first time it was a dishonorable discharge. Life means life, so if you won't even abide by that, this time it's an execution. Welcome to the gallows soldier, your watch has ended. Also sorry, you don't get to use your last words to advertise a pornhub channel, you don't even get a whisper. Gone with it.
    2 points
  22. Bad Girl!

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    You know, I think she's right --- how long do you think she should have to hold it for? 🤣
    1 point
  23. View File Suzy - 3 wetting and showering videos 3 videos of Suzy wetting herself and then showering with her clothes on. Submitter Reeve Submitted 11/30/2019 Category Peeing
    1 point
  24. Request 007

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    How about a night of fun where the hold is intentional, for once? She's been refilling that cup on her nightstand every hour with the aim of making it harder and harder to resist flooding her shorts. But there is only one thing the crush in her fantasy would never allow: the sweet release of a long-needed pee. This is a request I made for @FilthyPhoenix!
    1 point
  25. I have been trying to build up my courage for years to go in public and fully wet my pants. A couple weeks ago I finally got the courage to do it. I drank plenty of water and didn’t go to the bathroom for a couple hours to the point I was really desperate. I drove to a Walgreens and went straight to the diaper isle! As soon as I got there and started videoing my flood gates opened and I was soaking my jeans in the middle of a Walgreens diaper isle. There was one other lady in the isle and I’m sure she though “looks like he didn’t buy the diapers fast enough”. When I was done I walked out proudly with a smile on my face like a hero who just received his award. I said “have a goodnight” to the store clerk, and walked to my car across the parking lot. The feeling was amazing and eccentric, once to my car, my jeans were almost completely wet because the rest that was in the fabric had made its way around and spread as far as it could. It was one of the best feelings I have ever felt and I will definitely do it again! IMG_5191.MOV
    1 point
  26. 1,829 downloads

    This was an experimental colored comic where Patrons could vote on each page and decide in which direction the story would progress.
    Free
    1 point
  27. Is anyone else like me in that they use wetting as a way to motivate themselves to do chores? I'm so bad about wanting to tidy up, so I usually set a timer. "How much can I get tidied in ten minutes? Fifteen minutes?" You get it. Only sometimes, I forego the timer and let my bladder be the timer instead. I'll start by drinking a lot of water or tea before I start, so I'm already fidgeting. My favorite thing to wear when I'm doing chores are these cheap shorts I have, almost like a jersey material. I love pulling them up to my waist, knotting the waistband tight, and getting to work. Then, I get to work tidying. Soon enough, I'm fidgeting and potty-dancing all across my bedroom as I'm trying to be productive. I find myself focusing more and more on getting work done so that I don't absolutely piss my pants. Then the first spurt hits, just for a second. I check the mirror- no visible wet spot, but I can feel it. Throbbing with excitement, I continue to work, more quickly this time. This time it's riskier- lifting a box, squatting to pick something, all of these things make more little spurts come out. I check the mirror again- there's definitely a visible wet spot this time, outlining my lips. I continue trying to focus on being productive, but this time I'm even more urgent than before. With each little tiny spurt, my bladder feels weaker to the point that it's painful to keep holding and my legs are constantly trembling. I go ahead and turn on the shower faucet, knowing I'll need a shower after whatever happens next, and also knowing that it won't be too long now. Now the challenge is to see if I can finish the last little bit of tidying before I complete flood my little shorts with piss. At this point, the spurts are lasting for about two seconds, and they're coming more frequently. The wet spot has now covered the entire front of my shorts, thanks to all the bending, squatting, etc. I've been doing to try to tidy up. It's even more visible on the back of my shorts. I can feel the ache in my bladder growing, but I'm almost finished with my chores at hand! The sound of the shower water running in the background doesn't help, knowing that it's waiting for me. The spurts are nearly a constant stream- every step I take lets out a little spurt now. My shorts are somehow still managing to absorb some of the pee, but the rest gently trickles down little golden streams on the back of my legs. As I move frantically around the room, trying to finish up, I know I'm leaving little wet spots all around my room, too. Finally, the spurts all join together into a steady stream that I can't stop. I run to the bathroom and finally stop trying to hold as I stand on the tile floor, and just let the warm flood cover my pants and fully soak the rest of my shorts. It's definitely a great motivator and reward for being productive 😉
    1 point
  28. I just sold my last pair of these panties and they are one of my absolutely favourite pairs. It's really hard to find adorable Disney print panties these days. Anyhow, as an homage to these panties, and to share something sexy with everyone on the forum, here is me in adorable print panties after the end of a photo shoot - can you tell I was a little desperate? If you'd like to order a pair of your, get in touch! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best, Rachel
    1 point
  29. Going down from stairs 🙂
    1 point
  30. I am so loving this story so far
    1 point
  31. So this is me...

    I'm going to take it you didn't fully read the above post; they're a ban dodger, and have been banned yet again. Initial ban was for the pictured very inflammatory post. Sorry, but you ain't being this guys "friend", not on here.
    1 point
  32. Bulma peeing Credit: AxlexCima 🔞 (@EfexCima): https://twitter.com/EfexCima?s=09 Videl and Chichi peeing Credit: G_Reaper (https://www.pixiv.net/users/13672780)
    1 point
  33. 894 downloads

    A former JAV star (for the sake of the video) now has a nice office job and is discovered by a co-worker. She is compelled to insert a remote control vibrator before her presentation and wets herself in front of her co-workers. The second clip takes the fun outdoors where our office lady has another wetting / squirting incident at the hands of the remote control vibrator. This is an old clip (2008), but I thought I would share since it is a nice vibrator wetting / squirting video. Enjoy!
    Free
    1 point
  34. I've just wet. Im going for a shower to clean up now
    1 point
  35. 1,503 downloads

    A fiendish rider has his way with ladies in short, tight skirts by inserting a remote control vibrator and having his way with them until they have massive wettings on the bus. Scene 1 (two parts): The first lady is wearing a short, tight navy blue skirt, white long-sleeve shirt and vest. She is buzzed with the remote control vibrator until she uncontrollably wets herself. The second clip shows her finally getting off the bus and finding a place to remove the vibrator. Scene 2 (two parts): The second lady is wearing a short white skirt, flowery top, and white thong panties w/pink trim. Her legs and hips are going wild with the sensations of the remote control vibrator until she also has a spectacular wetting. She then has a full vibrator inserted into her until she loses control yet again. The final clip shows the lady getting off the bus and discarding the vibrator before going on her way. I have been meaning to share these clips for a long time. These are two of my all-time favorites - especially Scene 2 with the lady in the white skirt.
    Free
    1 point
  36. It is literally impossible for anything to happen during bootcamp and it not be noticed by anyone. You have zero privacy lol so any time I had an accident it was known by almost every one.
    1 point
  37. Some time ago I found two Youtube videos about pee desperation: they are obviously staged sketches, but actually enjoyable. Hope you like them! 😀 The links are here: "Peed" and "Locked Out". City Kitties l S1E3 l 'Locked Out'.mp4 City Kitties l S1E13 l 'Peed'.mp4
    1 point
  38. For me it is tight blue jeans. I like also women in pantyhose especially white.
    1 point
  39. Yeah I know it’s been said before, but TikTok’s can only be a minute long. While the pee your pants challenge is a thing on there, this isn’t from TikTok
    1 point
  40. TicToc

    This is from user ghostlybunny on PH.
    1 point
  41. Pissed pants on a Friday afternoon
    1 point
  42. This is precisely the situation I used to face in high school. On a daily basis I went through painful bladder busting all day pee holds, because I simply could not go with people around me. I am talking about needing to pee for as much as seven hours, and being in pain from my stretched bladder for five hours.
    1 point
  43. 2,595 downloads

    Yo. Here's the other half 😁. Enjoy replaying these over and over until you become completely desensitized to them and need something new!
    Free
    1 point
  44. I recently fell in love with Chadtronic. At first it was just for his cursed commercial series, but then I started watching his other reaction videos and I was hooked. The things he reviews reminded me of all the low-budget, poorly acted stuff I grew up with at home and the stuff they showed at school. I can’t remember why I decided to look him up, but I’m glad I did.
    1 point
  45. Any diapered adults I have known not part of a fetish have been of the older generation. It was a heartbreaking thing to happen to them as it signalled loss of control of there body due to illness. In these cases I wanted to know nothing about it. I wanted to keep imagining both of these people in there prime before illness started robbing them of there dignity. Real life incontinence is something I wouldn't wish on anyone.
    1 point
  46. Markiplier, him and the old crew always make me laugh (old crew consisting of mark, bob, wade and jack)
    1 point
  47. I have a some pee desperation links. What do you guys think of them? https://thisvid.com/videos/realistic-school-girl-desperation-pee-panties-skirt/ https://thisvid.com/videos/yes-i-ll-hold/ https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/8774/female-applicant-really-needs-to-pee/ https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/5174/pee-holding-girl-finally-lets-it-loose-on-the-carpet/ https://www.redtube.com/1598522 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d0def47c476c https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d22750fade66 https://xhamster.com/videos/a-long-long-pee-star-13178076#mlrelated https://xhamster.com/videos/occupied-bathroom-elenavega-12718596#mlrelated https://www.redtube.com/1713920 https://www.youjizz.com/videos/misty-lovelace-set-1-51587901.html https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e11f300082ba https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5da23a67cbb83 https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c5dce6f6455f https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5dfcc777b2eb2
    1 point
  48. View File JAV - SAND-023 19-year-old Girl Pure Flower Incontinence JAV movie. School uniform, diaper, kimono, and masturbation wetting. Submitter Present Submitted 05/23/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Diaper Pajamas Panties/Undies Skirt
    1 point
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