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  1. she start pissing her trousers discreetly start at 8:30
    11 points
  2. Four wetting, one in leggins, three in jeans where second and last with panties 😍. WARNING NUDITY https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6020864c451f3 dl 1080P_4000K_383191592.mp4
    9 points
  3. A long time ago, I made some character drawings that I had always wanted to see in an Omo situation, but also wanted to have a character of their own. And that is why he believes Kayla, a girl of 23, she has a very sensitive bladder, and strong stimuli cause her to quickly lose control of her body, to her bad luck she is tied up while suffering a tickling attack which causes her to wet his pants I hope you like it, and I also want Kayla to just be the first of many more characters
    7 points
  4. I'll upload the video since it failed when she tried to post it. Here it is. Omoanon3-1347541588063485953-20210108_075205-vid1.mp4
    5 points
  5. In continuing my look back at HD Wetting content that didn't get as much attention as I felt it deserved when it was first published, today, I would like to take a look at this video. This video has a lot going for it- Lesbian golden showers, oral sex, Alisha peeing through her tight khaki shorts, and Sosha in soaking wet underwear. However, this isn't what makes the video really special to me. The thing that really makes this video stand out, for me at least, is the genuine emotion it captures. Alisha and Sosha have been working together for a long while now, and have become pretty good friends. As such, they have a real, authentic chemistry when they work together. In the scenario presented here, Sosha comes home and crashes on the bed after a difficult day at work. Alisha is sympathetic, and wants to help Sosha feel better. You can tell that Alisha legitimately cares for Sosha in this scene, and that Sosha is truly grateful for Alisha's touch. The result is an authentic emotional moment captured between the two. Something that is quite rare in adult entertainment, or in media in general. There is a care and sweetness here that can't be faked. It makes this scene something really special, and it truly stands out against the other videos we have done.
    4 points
  6. decided not to pee in the morning today and only made it past my first online lesson before having to run to the toilet! To be fair though I did drink two cups of tea with breakfast about 3 hours ago.
    4 points
  7. Sorry ive been away so long, After getting my pap smear today and talking with my dr i realized how broken i am mentally and need help. Ive become severely depressed over the last two years and not only has it affected my weight, my mentality, my emotions, but also my sex life. I barely have any craving or desire of sex or omo related stuff anymore and it finally got to me today when i told my dr that i just feel broken. So this year is not only gonna be the continuation of losing the rest of my weight (ive lost 20 lbs since june last year) but also getting better mentally. I write this not for sympathy but for anyone dealing with shit, take the step and get help and talk to someone. I didnt realize how bad it was til i told someone other than family and my partner and broken down crying in my car. You don’t want to wait til the last second for happiness. Love you all ❤️❤️
    4 points
  8. I'm not home alone often enough to do any extreme lose control type holds, so I mostly just choose to wet my pants because it makes masturbating feel so much better. I am still having a hard time letting go for more than a few seconds! I also know I could drink more water, but I get so worked up, I have no self control haha! I figured I might as well share the practice videos lol 20210209_223139_1_1.mp4
    3 points
  9. So I have said before how I think the amount of times I had accidents as a kid is what caused my kink. I was thinking about this today (during online classes -_-) and I decided I would share some accidents from when I was quite a bit younger! just for a visual I was a super skinny little kid haha with mousy hair. When I was about 12 we lived in a different house and there was a garage with a studio above it that my mum worked in, sometimes me and my sister (and step brother sometimes) would all 'camp' out in it and watch movies. I had this awesome star wars chewbacca onesie with a zip that went down the front. My sister and step brother where always super obsessed with that movie Rio about the birds and decided to watch that one night. I decided to go to sleep instead as I was sick of the movie at that point. The bathroom for this studio place was down the stairs, through a locked door to the back garden, through the garage door, through the garage, and through the bathroom door. It was a long scary walk I didn't want to do by myself so despite needing to pee I decided to just sleep. (you can see where I went wrong) I woke up at like 3 in the morning and was really desperate. I had to summon the courage to make the walk as well even though I was already on the verge of wetting myself. (again I have a really weak bladder) I grabbed the keys and started going down the stairs but started fidgeting a lot when I tried to put the key in the door. I ended up making it all the way to the bathroom door in the dark and cold. I got into the bathroom and closed the door but at this point the desperation had got to me and I started to pee in my onesie. I tried to unzip it in a hurry and succeeded but I could already feel the pee running down my legs. I sat on the toilet shaking and crying whoops (Again I was quite young) I never told anyone about it. The worst part was the fur on the chewbacca onesie was damp and in the morning was sticky and gross as I had slept in the wet onesie cuz there wasn't any more clothes. whoops. There was another time at Christmas one year and we where all at the table and I started to really need to pee. I was a bit younger then the last story so probably about 9 or 10. I didn't want to get up from the table without asking permission but everyone was having a conversation together and I didn't want to interrupt. I ended up holding myself and squirming which caught my mums eye and, since I had a history of accidents, she told me to run to the toilet. I ended up running to the toilet up the stairs but as soon as that door was closed it just started coming out. I locked the door and I was just about to open the toilet lid when I started to cry. I ended up giving up and just stood there looking at the toilet and wetting myself. I had to go downstairs and show my mum as well which now that I think about it is super embarrassing. Another accident I had was when I was about 14. I was late for my swimming lesson on the Wednesday after school and didnt get a chance to pee before leaving school. I remember being scared I was going to wet myself in the car but we ended up making it to the swimming place. My mum left me to get changed not knowing how desperate I was. I was really late for the lesson so I rushed to get changed before going to the toilet. After I had taken my top half of clothes off I remember thinking about putting them back on to rush out to the toilet but I was already topless. I was getting very frantic and had gotten completely naked and started looking for my swimming costume in my bag when a spurt of pee just came out of nowhere and went onto the floor. I didn't know if i should have put my normal clothes back on or keep looking for my costume. I ended up throwing my bag in anger and started to put my normal clothes on. I had only just got the panties on when I peed again. I did stop it quite quickly but at this point I was just a shaky mess holding myself. I got my tshirt on and ran out of my changing cubicle to the toilets. On the way to the toilet I kept letting small spurts out until I got into the bathroom and it just came erupting out the second before I pulled down my underwear and sat on the toilet. I ended up crying to myself wearing nothing but a top and light blue wet underwear. (I didn't do that lesson in the end XD I went up to my mum and asked to go home) Also It's not omo related but one time I somehow forgot to take my socks off when I got changed and before anyone noticed it was already too late because I had jumped into the pool! twas funny. Oh this doesn't count as a story but I used to not pee in the shower ever so I would end up forgetting to pee before the shower and then (because showers really make me need to pee for some reason) I would end up trying to finish my shower before jumping the the toilet but a lot of the times I ended up overestimating how long I could hold and would accidentally start peeing and would dash out of the shower (peeing all over my legs on the way) and sitting on the toilet. For some reason younger me decided that peeing in the shower is wrong -_- i was dumb Anyway I'm pretty sure that wraps up most of my interesting experiences sadly enough I have like two more but ima save them for now haha. I kinda wanna start writing omo stories anyway :)) I might try and make a decision game if people are interested in playing along? :)))
    3 points
  10. I'm sure others feel this way too. Here is a friendly community where we can talk of our omo fetishes without shame, be it our fantasies or engaging in it ourselves. As long as we're not doing anything immoral or illegal; such activity is condemned by the mods, who make every effort to keep creeps out of this site, and thus most people here who haven't been banned aren't creeps, further letting us know it's all right to have these fetishes as long as we don't do anything bad with them. (The mods here, people with this fetish and running a fetish site, are more decent than some of the powers that be; The latter would force humiliating unwanted pee accidents on people, the former strongly discourage such action.) And I'm sure we all enjoy people sharing their fantasies, experiences, even images or videos of wetting themselves for some users here. And a lot of us who wet for fun, myself included (it took a bit but now I'm comfortable saying it here), probably used to think we were the only ones, but after visiting this site we know that's definitely not the case. If you love wetting yourself, I love it as much as you do, and so do many other users here - both male and female. And that's just the ones who tell of it, or in some cases, show videos and pictures of it - there are probably many more in the world!
    3 points
  11. I just went to the bathroom 20 minutes ago! I'm so sensitive when I use a vibrator... I usually leak a little but I don't usually wet my panties this much. Movie 1.mp4
    3 points
  12. One of my old videos, I was laughing a lot and I didn't hold my pee YouCut_20210211_143142985(0).mp4
    3 points
  13. I had too much tea before the morning training session, so I intentionally peed in my pullup for 5 seconds towards the end of the presentation to relieve the pain in my bladder. I don't think anyone noticed! I'm not sure if I should change before the afternoon session though...
    3 points
  14. Driving home, I had to pee so bad I knew I wasn't going to make it all the way home, definitely didn't want to make a huge mess in my truck.
    3 points
  15. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
    2 points
  16. I simply haven't been able to get this story to feel like the series it was intended for in my published works on smashwords, but I didn't want it to go to waste so I decided to share it here! Thea Gardner is a young woman having a very unfortunate evening, but it goes from bad to worse when she bumps into her boss while desperate to pee! Can she get what she needs from her office before things get dire? Can she keep her very pressing needs secret? Find out as I post the whole story over the next few days! Your comments might just influence where things go! Luck was rarely on my side, but even by my usual standards of misfortune this had morphed into a particularly unpleasant day, enough so that I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done to earn the ire of the universe on a Friday. On edge to avoid even more mishaps, I tried to keep my nerves from spooking me as I inched my car further up the dark parking garage ramp, so jittery that every shadow seemed to harbor something insidious. Even during the day I was paranoid about navigating the creepy cement structure, so it was predictable that darkness would make it worse, but in my current state it was probably the scariest place I'd ever seen. Of course, it would have all been more bearable, perhaps only mildly off putting, if I wasn't so desperate to pee. Keeping my legs locked together whilst putting gentle pressure on the accelerator was no easy task, but the benefit of having even the tiniest bit of aid holding it in made the struggle worth it, especially with my anxiety making it so much harder to relax in any capacity. Fear had me clenched up tight enough to make the swell of my bladder throb in time to every beat of my heart. I was almost as furious at myself for drinking the three cans of juice that had filled it as I was for forgetting my credit card in my office, the stupid decision that had led to me being here now. At least the former dumb move hardly would have been an issue if I had just taken stock of the essentials in my purse before hurrying home. Had I been that careful I'd still be at my apartment now, relaxing after a much needed pee and waiting on my delivery to arrive... Knowing what I was missing only made my bad luck feel like more of a punishment for my recklessness. My name was a welcome beacon in the darkness, though the bright yellow Thea Gardner hardly stood out over my parking spot as little more than a faint flicker. Still, I parked with expedience, uncertain if my window of opportunity was limited. When did this place lock on the weekends? Hopefully not until later, because if I couldn't get inside and find my card I'd have no choice but to shut down and replace it to avoid theft. As I had no intention of wasting a weekend on the phone, I made speed my prerogative. Hurrying in any way was much easier said than done though. Wincing as I unbuckled myself, I pressed a firm hand against the front of my flowy white skirt. Ordinarily it was a favorite piece of my wardrobe, owing to how soft and comfortable it was as it loosely hugged my hips, but at present it was anything but. At the moment it felt a great deal tighter around my waist than it ever had. All but squished beneath the loop, my bladder made a point to protest the lack of room every time I moved. Whimpering as I left the seat and hobbled into a standing position in my little tan heeled sandals, I struggled to rise any higher than a stoop with so little room inside of me to stretch, my legs squeezed together as I held my car door for support. Without an audience to worry about, I didn't feel at all shameful shoving my spare hand into my crotch, my delicate fingers jamming themselves against the entrance as I used my hip to bump the car door shut. Clicking the button on my keys to lock it behind me, I took a breath of preparation to steady my nerves, and waddled straight for the employee entrance. It didn't take a lot of brainpower to know that getting out of here as fast as possible was in my best interest. A petite blond woman without the ability to run had little to gain from lingering in a dark garage, even one for an upscale stock transfer firm, and thus I wanted to be on my way out as soon as possible. It would be safest for me as well as my panties to do so. Whining just a little in my pain, I kept my guarding hand between my legs as I shuffled my way to the elevators I could only pray were unlocked. If they had yet to close and were still running full service... well, then there was a fairly good chance I was going to be able to make it to my office and back without any further issue. Fate willing, the bathrooms on my floor might even be open for use! I could take care of two very pressing issues at once and head home to relax. Interlocking my legs once I arrived at the security panel, I prayed to every force in the universe before pressing the button, knowing that the quality of my entire weekend hinged on whether or not I got a response. It was impossible not to berate myself one last time for rushing home and deciding that the best way to use my free time was to goof off and down a bunch of my favorite fruit juices whilst I did so... I'd been so lost in my own decadence I hadn't even noticed my desperation until I was rushing out the door to retrieve my card! In a rare show of mercy from the universe, the elevator pinged its ascension when I tapped the button, taking a load off my graceful shoulders so quickly they visibly slackened. Powerful lifts hummed behind the doors without delay, making me sigh in relief even as I remained in my guarded position to hold my pee, endlessly thankful for the good fortune that had smiled down on me for once. Granted, the liquid sloshing inside of me didn't just dissapear once one problem was solved. Every moment marked a gradual increase in desperation as the lift sped my way, encouraging me to take the limited but mostly sufficient amount of time to plan every step I would take. At last the elevator cabin locked into place, banishing terrible thoughts as I prepared to hop inside the moment the doors slid open... Only to be confronted by a blur of red and a terrifying shout of alarm behind the doors that sent me into full panic. "Eek!" I cried out helplessly, stumbling backwards with a hand in my crotch and almost falling flat on my ass in the frenzy. A solid cement wall at my back saved me from tumbling but also left me no further room to retreat, not that my legs could have carried me far. Heat in my panties spurred me to keep them locked tight despite the instinct to run, and I froze before the unexpected occupant like a deer in headlights. My eyes stung in the light of the elevator so badly I couldn't see little more than their blurry silhouette amongst the blinding whiteness. "Thea!?" A familiar voice said just as the stranger stepped forth, their appearance growing much clearer as the primary light fell behind them. Bright red hair on a tall female figure immediately brought me out of my panic, allowing me to recognize a body that I would have struggled to misidentify. Freya Quinn, my boss and an exceptionally high figure in the company, as well as my hopeless crush, stood before me with an equally frightened expression. It was a far sight from her usual upbeat smile, especially with her fraught expression showing we'd obviously scared each other something fierce. Somehow she managed to radiate authority even when spooked, her wide eyes relaxing as she sized me up and her face returning to one of in control calm. It was a talent I had little capacity to appreciate as I usually would, thanks to my combination of surprise and desperation. Whether her arrival could have possibly been any more inconvenient was a debate I had no time to attempt before she spoke. "What are you doing here?! I thought you went home hours ago." Words were always tough around Freya, but in that moment it seemed as if I'd forgotten how to speak at all. While her gorgeous body had the ability to tie the tongues of total strangers, I was pathetically smitten with her body and soul, and was overwhelmed enough by surprise and desperation alone to be rendered speechless. Such inconvenient silence was something I at least had experience with when it came to Freya. Finding my voice, I was flustered enough by the circumstances that I had to force myself just to squeak out the simple and honest truth. "I was! That is... I did! I... I was ordering something to eat at home when I realized I left my credit card in my office. I came back to get it." Freya put a hand on her ample chest and sighed in relief. The purse in her hand was lowered back down to her side, and I realized in a flash it had likely been lifted to swing when she'd briefly thought I was a threat. Considering I had probably scared her near to getting a punch from her bag, it wasn't surprising that my mundane answer was a welcome anticlimactic explanation, though for my part I was still far from relaxing with my current predicament. "Oh, is that all? Goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack..." And you almost made me pee myself! I thought on reflex, not angry at her but still so shocked from the scare in my delicate state that it was impossible not to be on edge. Had I not been the type of person to keep an almost paranoid hold on my bladder, that little jump could have resulted in a very humiliating show for the woman whose approval I craved more than anything. Just the thought of such embarrassment made my mind switch topics of its own volition to something more casual. Occupying myself with getting loose blond hairs out of my face and tucked behind my ear, I tried to think of a way to move on from this little encounter with as little lingering awkwardness as possible, hoping that nearly getting clocked by a purse wouldn't color our relationship in the future. "I just finished a late night, but the doors shouldn't lock for another fifteen minutes or so, and even if they do, I have a master key." Freya said without another word on my part, probably thinking I'd just been startled into scared silence as she moved back into the elevator. All at once the offer surprised, terrified and delighted me. Watching her hold the door open, I found myself completely unable to move from the spot. On one hand this beautiful woman was offering me an act of unparalleled chivalry, and the very thought of that ordinarily would have inspired a lovely fantasy to play with over and over again in my bedroom, but right now I had a very pressing issue that I never wanted her to discover. My hesitation only drew a kind smile and an outstretched hand of invitation. "Come on, we can go grab your card together." "Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself. It's my own stupid fault I forgot it." I replied as politely as I could, recovering enough to stand tall and remove my hand from my crotch in a way that made it look like I was just adjusting myself. Despite the discomfort it caused to lose the support I kept my face neutral. If at all possible, I wanted to get this done independently and without a fuss, and then put the whole thing behind us without another word. Mostly because the image of forgetting my credit card was not a good one even without the aching need for a bathroom. To my hidden mortification, she waved her hand and dismissed my concerns. "Don't worry about it. I've got nowhere to be and this place is a lot less creepy with company. Besides; I'd hate for you to end up stuck inside if you get delayed." That last point ended any potential arguments before they could leave my mouth. As uncomfortable and risky as it would be having her close while so preoccupied, the thought of getting trapped in my workplace overnight was a nightmare of another level. Nothing frightened me more than the image of being locked in and alone, so as awful as I was certain hiding my need to pee would be, it certainly beat out a whole night by myself in a creepy corporate building. Especially one with potentially locked toilets... "Well if... if it's no bother..." I said as my mind finalized the decision it had to make, my feet finding their balance to hide my previous waddle as I committed to enduring the lesser of two evils. Smiling with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, I took my spot in the elevator opposite her, putting a length of distance between us to better hide my desperation. Hopefully she would think I was just respecting her personal space and not trying to be rude. Fully aware of my bladder complaining every second it wasn't relieved, I kept my smiling mask and spoke cheerfully. "I definitely wouldn't mind a little help!" Freya beamed with delight upon hearing my decision. "Perfect. Floor five then, your office isn't too far from mine." she said with confidence, making my heart sing a happy note upon hearing her accurately recall the distance. I had to force back a goofy smile; she actually sounded happy we worked so close, and she knew it right off the top of her head! It was an impossibly silly thing to celebrate, of course, being that we were on a team and coordinated with each other often... But none of that logic made me feel any less good to see her key in the number. Leaning just a tad to swipe her card in the panel, her long and wavy red hair spilled over her shoulders as if to tease my affections, the gorgeous locks flashing orange even in the artificial elevator light. Tall as she was, it took her a moment to tap in her information, and despite having just a few seconds to wait I forgot myself and stared. Few people would have blamed me for being hypnotized; towering over a good portion of our coworkers and curvaceous in a way that typically required a corset to achieve, her thick frame brought out the most primal parts of one's being. Wide hips and an immense chest met in a waistline that cut in for a picture perfect hourglass, resulting in a silhouette so striking it made you wonder why she wasn't a model with such mesmerizing beauty. Even my shy self couldn't help but submit to the desires created by her bewitching good looks, no matter if my feelings were hopelessly one sided. "Really glad I decided to stay a little longer today! I'd hate to think of you here all alone." Freya said with a turn of her head in my direction, forcing my face to tilt upwards in a flash to hide my staring. I knew such ogling was rude, but I struggled with etiquette whenever she came close, despite all my practice keeping impropriety in check. Being in an elevator with an uncomfortable need to pee was a new factor to contend with. "It'd be my own fault. I managed to forget one of the only things I can't go without!" I replied quickly, burying any hint of my mortification behind a well rehearsed mask of polite enthusiasm. Despite my longing for connection, I had become so accustomed to disorganized thoughts around her I'd developed quick reflexes to save myself in situations like this one. Being caught off guard would surely result in my fluff addled brain spouting gibberish. It occurred to my horrified self that, per my own foolishness, I probably was more at risk of slipping up on that front than ever before. Beneath my pretty white skirt my pussy was pulsing in constant, insistent reminders every few seconds to communicate my need for a bathroom, and my mind was in no way unaffected. If anything, the feelings she stirred within me were only threatening to blend with my desperation. Smiling at my words and heedless to my struggle, my boss leaned back against a railing, her freckled nose wrinkling as her expression shifted to ponderance for a moment. Too weak to resist, I slipped right back into my trance, admiring her beautiful blue top as we descended in silence. It was a deep and rich color, somewhat akin to navy, and it was beautifully tailored to her curves. Had my brain been less scrambled I would have loved to compliment her style, but the opportunity faded when she broke the silence first. "I have a feeling you may have left it behind in a hurry to get home, hm?" Hearing her sudden "guess" was like watching someone tell the future, and an unfortunate one at that. Based on the carelessness I'd displayed to start this whole mess, was she assuming I'd been lazy and forgetful enough to lose something important? A rush of anxiety squeezed my bladder like a vice, drawing attention to a wetness I prayed was sweat as I rushed to save my image. "N-not in a rush! I would never-" "Sweetheart, we're off the clock, you don't have to lie to me. Everyone loves getting out early for the weekend." Freya said, cutting me off with firm but reassuring words and another playful handwave. Hearing the "sweetheart" threw me for enough of a delightful loop to briefly banish all complex thought. I knew she preferred honesty and relaxed informality, but being on the receiving end... In an almost tortuous whiplash, my body surged to giddy heights from the previous depths of its previous worry, and the parts of me under stress felt the shift most intensely. Tingling lips beneath my panties made me wish strongly for something to rub them against, but I was still in enough control to immediately quash the urge. Instead I smiled politely at her welcome reassurance and waited for her to continue. "Believe me, I've been working here long enough to know people leave as soon as they can. I can't even begin to count how many mad dashes I've had to make back to this office after forgetting something in my own rush for the exit." Freya was skilled at setting a chill atmosphere through her openness, making it easy for me to relax and forget we weren't just having a chat in the elevator on our way in for the day. It simply seemed far too relaxed for us to be the only two left in the whole building before it closed for the weekend. Still, I happily took the mood over my previous panic, especially as it was a great way to distract myself from inconvenient urges. A firm but subtle squish of my backside into the elevator railing allowed me to hold it with little enough effort, making it much easier to resist the urge to squirm. Feigning comfort didn't eliminate my problem though, especially as I felt the cold railing against my pussy and how it blocked the exit like a dam built before a waterfall. Thankfully just enough mindfulness remained for me to keep talking. "If it had been anything else I would have left it, but I really don't want to have to replace it or risk it being hacked, you know?" "Absolutely! I know I can't enjoy myself with something like that hanging over my head, and I don't let much get between me and my spring Saturdays. I couldn't even resist wearing this outfit just to celebrate the season change. Are you going to take advantage of the beautiful weather we've got coming in?" she said as we pinged down another floor, enticing me with an innocent enough question. The hug of her skirt and the brilliant blue of her top, which contrasted beautifully against the pale skin of her heaving breasts, took my thoughts to less than pure destinations for a single glorious instant. Oh, what I wouldn't give- A small bump in the elevator's descent shocked my full bladder with enough force to knock me out of fantasizing, thankfully before I could get lost or do anything I'd otherwise regret. "Mostly just relaxing. I've been looking forward to some me time with tax season in full swing..." I replied with just a touch of strain in my voice. That little bounce had made it clear I was reaching some concerning levels of desperation, ones which would require me to be quite careful if I wanted to avoid any incidents. Knowing the key to that was saving time, I committed to moving the second we reached our floor, well aware that any kind of delay would cost me dearly. Not that there was any chance I'd ever let something happen, of course! Freya put her hand to her chest at my mention of tax season, more for dramatic effect than anything else. "Oh, you're preaching to the choir..." she sighed in total agreement, her calm demeanor giving me a touch of relief to see my lackluster acting was still working. Between my locked thighs and infatuation, I had plenty reason to be worried, particularly with her current outfit making it so hard to ignore her assets. Even the hand so playfully held to her chest tempted me by drawing attention to how ideal my height was, as a simple friendly hug would have put my face right between her breasts. In the midst of a thousand yard stare at this revelation my eyes caught her looking me over with a pondering expression on her face, and I was drawn from the heaven of my imagination. I'd done it again! A barren corner of the elevator suddenly became of great interest, and as I looked away I pressed myself hard against the railing at my behind, clamping down when my shame sent heat surging to places I didn't need the extra stimulation. My throat went dry as she suddenly spoke up, and for an instant I was left fearing I'd been caught this time in my uncontrollable staring, all despite managing to avoid detection so many other times. "But I can tell you've been working hard. You didn't even have a chance to change out of work clothes, you must have been exhausted when you got home!" I had to blink in total bewilderment while I processed her heartfelt sympathy. The presumption was unintentionally quite flattering; she thought highly enough of me that she had mistaken my laziness for hard earned weariness. A surge of unbidden heat tingled my pussy and threatened to relax the tightly clenched exit, forcing me to push down hard on my lips to keep my unwanted arousal from opening the floodgates. I was only in my office clothes because I'd been too comfortable to change, as the moment I'd gotten home I'd dumped my whole self on the couch and started binging. In the hours that followed I had only gotten up to grab some drinks, the very same plaguing my bladder now, and had I not needed my card for the delivery order I'd tried to make I'd probably still be lazing around right now. That was one more thing I could never tell her. "Yeah I... I was super tired, so I didn't change." I said in a mumble of lame agreement, mortified to think back on how my indulgence had caused all of this. If only I'd been diligent enough to realize I had to pee before running back here, or had the control to prevent myself from drinking so much in the first place, or if I had just been smart enough not to forget my damn credit card... The elevator shifted a fraction before stopping at our destination, giving me some relief with the sign that the better part of the ordeal was over. Though in fairness, the word ordeal only rather loosely fit despite the discomfort, as getting time with the lovely woman escorting me was never without benefits. Had I not been in such a pressing need for a toilet running into her would have been a delightful surprise. "Here we are! Sorry, I can't turn on any additional lights, once they're off for the weekend they stay off." Freya said as the doors opened to our floor, revealing the rather standard layout of cubicles that led back to more traditional rooms and offices, creating a mixed look of open and closed space. Everything was still and quiet in total contrast to the bustle of business hours, filling me with a touch of fear at the sight of the now unrecognizable and otherworldly space that stretched out into near total darkness. Even the world outside the windows seemed uncharacteristically dark. Gulping down juvenile fears, I put on a smile as I realized I wouldn't have to do this alone.
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  17. I tried holding it all evening so I could film a video, but I couldn't hold it and had an accident before we could film. I was relaxing watching Malcolm in the middle on tv, and desperately trying to hold it. But just before we could film, I started to lose it and peed for a good 10 seconds and soaked them. I just couldn't hold it. By the time we started filming, I already had a large wet patch, so I just relaxed and the rest out in them watching TV. So heres some photos of the aftermath and a short clip of me letting the rest of my pee out in my already wet jeans. You cant really see much buy it soaked my whole butt which you definitely can see😊 I love the feeling of taling a pee in my jeans laying down. You can really feel it spreading so much more than standing up. The jeans make it pool around my butt too which feels really naughty and all warm and wet! Its a shame I couldn't hold it until we could film it all, but I hope you all enjoy this little clip and the photos of my wet jeans evening anyways 💖 1612821202671.mp4
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  18. Tickle me Pink

    From the album: Peafowl's Fan Art

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  19. @Armisyel Valentine's Day is almost here
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  20. I am always surprised by the people who go several hours and yet show no signs of desperation. Like my cousin's wife. Basically I can't remember ever seeing her go to the bathroom even when I have been with her all day except maybe on one occasion and I can't help but think, doesn't she have to pee at some point? I think that some people are just good at not showing it although I don't think that I am one of them, I think I'm obviously very squirmy and fidgety in general even when I don't have to pee! I am like one of those people who finds it hard to sit still and seems like I have ants in my pants a lot of the time and I know it's kind of annoys and drives crazy a lot of people around me but I am probably on the autism spectrum anyway so I am one of those people with little quirks and stuff like that. But yeah even at my job I think that most of my female coworkers try not to show signs of desperation but if you are paying attention you can tell that as the day is going on and especially as the day is ending you can see them getting a little bit antsy and anticipating everything. To any of the guys watching the fact that we all charge towards the bathroom at the end of the day must confirm what they are thinking, those girls really gotta go! And it's kind of embarrassing to do so because you don't want to basically confirm what everybody knows what is the case but then when you go bolting to the bathroom you pretty much give yourself away. Most coworkers are polite enough not to say anything but one time in the summer when I was getting ready to go to the bathroom at the end of the day one of my male coworkers could see just from my behavior and said don't worry we will back to the bathroom soon, so I guess I must have been more obvious than I thought. I once again I think that this is more of a gender difference. Guys are rarely desperate and I think that it's mostly guys watching women for signs of desperation and women trying to be coy about the fact that they are ready to explode. I think that most women try not to show that they are desperate but then when the final opportunity comes to actually go to the bathroom everything is given away by how fast you bolt for that bathroom! It's actually quite funny because you will have me and my female coworkers trying to sit quietly in the back of the van not trying to give anything away but soon as that van stops we are all throwing off our seatbelts and are racing towards that bathroom!
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  21. I definitely enjoy the unspoken, just deducing the need from various clues even if that's just the passage of time! I do often read rather too much in those situations as sometimes the next time I am with that person they just go matter of factly too the bathroom, which rather sticks in pin in everything I had been imagining before!! I did have a partner once who said "What if one day, without warning, I try to hold it but keep you guessing at the same time?". It half worked, but whenever a certain amount of time passes I'm always watching like a hawk!
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  22. @Becky Lewis I think that the general assumption was that if you pick an outdoor job you were probably familiar with going to the bathroom outdoors. Even when I took the job the woman basically said that you can bring your own toilet paper but don't worry that there would probably be bathrooms open at these places, but that was before Covid, so the reality of it turned out to be different than the expectation. But I guess I was kind of naïve because I went into it just automatically assuming that there would be bathrooms because I have just always taken as a presumption bathroom access everywhere I go, and in relatively few situations, as much as I complain about it, up until recently I have pretty much always been able to go to the bathroom when I needed. And again I realize that to a lot of people I come off as sort of like maybe a whiny privileged bitch because I have always worked from home and was kind of lazy and even in a lot of cases found amusement at women who were stuck in situations where they couldn't go to the bathroom, and all the while enjoying that from the leisure of being home where I always had a bathroom just 5 feet away. So then when I find myself in that situation it's not surprising that I have been met with less than sympathy by a lot of people. Sort of like my nurse friend who I used to always ask how she manages to deal with that and she said that millions of women just have to deal with it, and I guess now you are too sweetie, like this is the harsh reality welcome to my world. Except the especially bad thing was that she is now retired so she paradoxically is lecturing me from the standpoint of having a bathroom! But again I do think that it is more of a male-dominated type of profession, basically anything that takes place outdoors like that. For the record I have never ever been like an outdoorswoman, like at all, I am very much domesticated and used to living in society where everything is convenient and comfortable and easy. So to suddenly have to deal with actual genuine regular desperation is kind of a shocker. It's like I am one of those people who would go camping and then be like where is the five-star bathroom accommodations and someone points to the bushes and I'm like, what you expect me to use that?! So that's kind of the situation that I now find myself in. But like you said I do think that a lot of women who do take these jobs just are much more accepting of it and perhaps I am just again being sort of whiny and privileged and everything like that, because now I am suddenly expected to be in a situation like that. Although I can tell that my female coworkers as I can see that once again they don't complain and I think that that's true of most women, most women just sort of accept the situation however unfair and uncomfortable it is as sort of the norm. I think society conditions women from a young age to hold it in, to suppress their needs, be polite, don't complain, be a good girl etc. I don't actually think though the people who set up these jobs are just sadists who enjoy watching women suffer, I think it's more a case of they just don't take into account women's differing needs. But I do think that in the summer when I had all male coworkers that a couple of them were definitely finding it rather amusing to see me struggling to deal with a situation that they didn't know or have to deal with themselves, much like I had done to other women before I found myself in their position. So once again, very humbling, but very frustrating! Karma is a BITCH!
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  23. @Becky Lewis That is precisely why I am so relieved, pun intended, that I have female coworkers this time because it's a little less terrible when you aren't the only one who is suffering extreme bladder pain. But it is again ironic because one of my biggest pet peeves were situations where men could go to the bathroom and women couldn't, and that just happens to be the regular situation I find myself and now, which was even worse in the summer when I had all male coworkers. Once again it's kind of supremely ironic and I think a lot of people can't help but snicker to find me of all people in a situation like this. The woman who always liked hearing about women in situations where they can't pee, whose pet peeves are bathroom lines, men getting to go when women can't and all of that is now in a situation where those are basically the norm. I know that some people have almost a response of "oh my God of all people, can you believe that Jill is stuck in a situation like this?!" I have to say that several months in even after all this time I still really can't believe it! But again I say with humility it's amazing what you can get used to do and how fast. I said never in 1 million years did I think any woman possibly put up with a situation like this and yet here I am day after day crossing my legs and smiling politely like millions of other women do every day. Still frustrating as hell though, especially given that a lot of those women now have better bathroom access than I do!
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  24. @Becky Lewis I find that having to remain "professional" to be one of the more frustrating aspects of interacting with coworkers. It was especially bad in the summer when I had all male coworkers, at least this time I have an equal balance of male and female coworkers. But I always thought that it was crazy that women could possibly ever find some way to remain professional when their bladders were about to explode like that, but then you find out when you are actually in that situation that you just kind of have to no matter how frustrating and annoying it is cause really what choice do you have? The absolute worst case that was in the summer where I was chatting with a male coworker who excused himself to go to the bathroom and then came back and kept talking to me and I had to just sort of talk to him with a straight face. So yeah I always thought that those women were crazy and yet now I find myself interacting with coworkers sort of smiling and nodding and trying to ignore the fact that my bladder is ready to explode! Once again there is nothing more humbling than to have once laughed at women like that who just sort of smile and put on a happy face in situations like that, to now being a woman who regularly is standing with my legs crossed chatting with male coworkers trying to maintain as cheerful a demeanor as possible while being pretty much ready to scream.
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  25. Yes I think it is quite hot and exciting too when you know someone must need to pee but they haven't let on that they are desperate. Sometimes I notice this on nights out with the girls if one of them is maybe wearing a dress or clothes that are rather difficult to get out of to pee and you notice they haven't been to the bathroom for quite a long time but are still drinking you can then look out for tell tale signs of legs bobbing and shifting around so you know that they really do need to pee badly!
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  26. Did a hold tonight so I have lots of media for you guys. I did a time lapse of the last hour of my hold (1sec=1min) VID_20210211_233926_1280x720.mp4
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  27. My boyfriend S came to my place this weekend and we were walking home from the train stop on snowy streets in the deadly cold evening. I stuck my freezing hand to defrost inside his warm mitten. He said “Too bad I didn´t bring my camera this time". He had some idea that a photo of a wetting where the steam is visible in a sunny backlight would be real cool. We decided to try it anyway with just a phone camera, maybe on Sunday before he left. Just to see if there was any steam. How would it look like? I had never wet in so cold weather, and we were both curious about it. When we woke up it was cloudy, so we decided to wait til after lunch with this mission. I held for a bit, and drank the last glass of water while we were eating and watching some artsy short films. Not too desperate (my partner has yet to see me lose control, but I know some day he will) but still with a bladder that demanded my attention I put on my long underwear and my favourite wetting pants, the light grey jeans (I wet them every time I wear them). We left home, so far just a mainstream couple on a Sunday stroll like everybody else, just a little bit more excited about it. The cold weather did its job on my bladder, as we passed all the neighbours houses until we came closer to the forest. Walking downhill I felt that I was on the edge of leaking, but I could still manage. We took the track into the forest, and then a smaller path along the buzzing powerline. The lack of human footprints in the snow told us that only deers had used this path since the snow came a week ago, so it would take really bad luck for us to get caught in action here. We were not far from the village still, could hear the voices of a family with laughing children going sledging, but on this little hill we were alone, and the sun was shining… It was. As soon as we stopped there in the ceiling the sun went behind a cloud. We waited a little bit. Standing still made me impatient, and my bladder was pushing, so I had to move my legs a little bit while waiting. The sun didn´t return, so we prepared to get going with it anyway. S positioned me, tried some angles with his phone, and said I could start. So I did. I closed my eyes with pleasure and released everything at once, not too fast, but in a constant stream. I didn´t look down, but I could feel how the warmth spread from my crotch and ass down my legs and reached my socks and shoes. The heat of the pee was in significant contrast to the cold air, and with the two layers I was wearing it didn´t immediately cool down. When the stream slowed I finished by giving a little push to empty the last pee into my now mostly dark grey jeans. I felt great, and so relaxed. S who had taken loads of photos during my wetting complained a little. There had been some steam, but nothing visible in the pictures. We would have needed either more sunlight or a darker background. To save myself from getting too cold or show my pissed pants to the whole village on the way back, I had brought with me some old shell pants that I now put on for the walk home. It worked ok, nothing soaked through, and they contained the body warmth pretty well during that km we had to walk. I still sure felt like I had broke through the ice on one of the lakes (several people have done it around here last week) and completely soaked myself from waist down. My reason to be wet was much more fun of course. I also felt really heavy which wasn´t too strange. There had been no yellow snow underneath me, so I guess my pants and shoes had absorbed everything. We met several people on the way, but they had no idea of course. When I walked S to the train stop after showering the sun had returned. Better luck with the steam photo some other time, I guess, at least we had fun!
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  28. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    For whatever reason I was inspired to draw some diapered Lucario hypnosis, and while thinking about it I had an idea I thought was silly enough to work :P
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  29. CHAPTER 8 A week later Leo had been surprisingly well-behaved, even more after their first time on Wednesday. But with him that could not last. Soon enough she received a message telling her to come to his house and have some fun. She of course accepted, and was immediately sent a request for her to drink two glasses of coke. Those two glasses were now resting comfortably on her bladder as the bus to Leo's house did its job. It was a tight fit, her pussy feeling stuffed and stretched when he bottomed out. Her heavy bladder being pressed from inside and subjected to the jolts of riding Leo made her need to pee almost unbearable, yet she felt in ecstasy, never had she felt so full. Little moans escaped her as the slow rise and fall from her body continued helped by Leo's hands on her hips. Truth be told the gentleness and slow drag of Leo's cock against her dripping pussy was killing her. Soon enough she found herself pleading out of breath. 'I need more, please... Ah... Please… I need…' 'You want me to fuck you silly Ryu? Hard and fast till you can't think of anything but my cock?' 'Yes, yes! Please!' Ryu begged breathless. 'Then let's change position darling.' She felt empty when Leo took his dick out but quickly had to hold herself as her pee tried to escape her tightly shut pee hole. Leo helped her up and walked her to a robust desk he had devoid of anything as she wobbled there reminiscent of a pregnant woman in gait and in belly size. Soon she was directed to lie with his torso face down in the desk butt sticking into the air. Her whole bladder was getting pushed against the desk and a little spurt escaped her not being able to deal with the added pressure, the only thing she could do was moan legs trembling. With each thrust her over filled bladder hit the table edge and pressed itself impossibly against it Soon enough Leo was entering her again slowly, making her feel every inch as it disappeared inside her. He then guided her to lift her upper body from the table making her big bladder press even more against it, as Leo began to thrust and to play and lightly pinch her boobs. With each thrust her over filled bladder hit the table edge and pressed itself impossibly against it, her partner giving her no respite. Leaning down to whisper about what such a good girl she was, and dragging his teeth against her neck, in the process pushing some of his weight onto Ryu. The pace kept getting faster and faster, so much that Ryu was in her tip toes to alleviate the pressure and hoping to get Leo deeper inside, having been unable to keep her upper body up arms giving out of sheer pleasure. She was a moaning mess with no vocabulary outside of 'yes', 'more' and 'harder' as her legs trembled and her mind emptied itself. Ryu knew she would probably have bruises on her hip bones the next day, and yet she couldn't help herself but stick her butt out asking for more. Ryu was at the edge, but she had always been greedy. 'Harder please! Pleaaasee!' She demanded feeling her orgasm approach. And then Leo did it. He hooked one arm under her pressing on her impossibly full bladder and lifted her up, burying himself even deeper than before. As she felt all her weight now resting on her bloated and hard bladder and Leo pounding into her faster and deeper, she couldn't hold it in, Leo's other hand occupied itself with rubbing her clit and she was lost. Pee spurred out of her as her orgasm enveloped her, nearly making her eyes roll into her head. Falling boneless into the table as Leo kept massaging her bladder. He maintained the brutal rithm and gave a few more thrusts, giving her a little dose of overstimulation before finishing inside her as pee was still gushing out in a little stream. (It's been a year but this is the last thing I had written for this story. Thanks for reminding me Musashi!)
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  30. Here's chapter two! As she grows more desperate, so does Thea's situation! "That's okay, I know the way by now." I said honestly, having walked to my office so many mornings in a sluggish daze that the path was inlaid in my subconscious by now. Wincing as I left the railing behind, I took quick but short steps to keep the pressure low as I left the elevator, a gait that was close enough to my usual shy movements it wouldn't call any attention. Walking in heels was extra awkward and uncomfortable though, especially with every step making my bladder bounce just a bit inside of me. I doubted I'd ever look at my favorite fruit juice blend the same way as before, delicious strawberry mix aside, now that I'd felt the full weight of them in such an inconvenient moment. Good God, the swell of my bladder felt as solid as a rock within me... "Gosh it's so dark in here now... Working late is so much less creepy with good lighting!" Freya said a little after the elevator had closed, taking its light with it to leave us in even more total darkness. A touch of renewed fear made my need to pee somehow even worse, the instinctive coiling of every part of my body mixing quite poorly with the parts of me that really needed there to be no additional tension. Sweat became perceptible between the gap of my thighs when a painfully obvious solution all but smacked me in the face. "Wait, I have my phone, duh!" I said out loud as I popped said device from my purse, finding the immediate relief of light to be a godsend down low. Freya made a noise of approval as I clicked on the flashlight, bringing a brilliant surge of light from the tiny LED that turned the darkness into far less of an imperceptible blanket. After a second of easier navigation I heard her snicker at my side, something that was quickly explained by a voice so laden with mock admonishment I had to turn my head in confusion even before she'd finished speaking. "You millennials, always bringing out your phones..." Snorting in genuine surprise at the out of nowhere quip, I giggled much harder than I usually would have thanks to the combined absurdity of the comment, the location, and the person saying it. A painful spasm in my bladder was well worth the levity, and in the bright white light of my phone I saw her eyes twinkling with almost juvenile delight at her silliness. It was especially silly when one knew that Freya hardly had any reservations about phone use even while in the office, and only hesitated to use hers because she was a little older and hadn't grown up with them, though her looks would never allow one to guess she wasn't a millennial herself. With the lightness of her little joke I felt even more grateful for her company, and was quite surprised by how quickly we arrived at my window adjacent cubicle. "Here we are!" I said cheerily, shining my light into the thankfully tidy workspace. Showing off my organization skills was never off the table for me, even in moments like this one, and I took care to sweep the light over my spotless desk to highlight the lack of clutter. It was the lack of something else that turned my mood to confusion in an instant. Stepping inside, I swept the length of my desk with my light once more, certain that I must have just missed what I knew had to be there. Nothing but an empty tabletop stretched from corner to corner, without a single instance of the telltale plastic shine I had been so certain would greet me upon my arrival. Confusion turned to panic as I approached the desk to look with more intense scrutiny, hiding my growing unease under a veneer of calm lest I give away that I should have already found what I needed. Pounding blood in my ears made me dizzy as I scanned like a ravenous hawk looking for prey, my eyes darting over every solid inch of space whilst my heart hammered in my chest. The throbbing of my pulse became perceptible in the increasingly damp confines of my panties, where I could feel just the faintest hint of a tickling right outside my overburdened urethra, as if the panic was seeping into my muscles to make holding that much harder. Between that and the fact that my credit card was potentially stolen I couldn't hold back a soft sound of fear when I expanded my search to the floor. "What's wrong?" Freya said from the doorway, adding the additional humiliation of having an audience to my list of already overwhelming troubles. There was hardly enough computing power left in my brain to formulate a lie with all of my thoughts focused either on the desperate search or my increasingly pained pussy. It was agony to bend over with my bladder as full as it was, but with still nothing turning up I had to take the chance on the slim possibility the card had been knocked underneath something during my hasty exit. In the darkness I crammed a hand down low as I dropped to my knees, ass facing upwards in a shameless display I was too distracted to tone down, even as I crawled about and sent my white skirt bouncing at the apex of every spastic step. "J-just a second..." I stuttered between thinly pressed lips, finding nothing and growing more certain by the second my card was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately I had no ability to even ponder where it could be now, as thinking in any kind of depth was well beyond my panicked mind's capabilities. All of this frenzy was greatly increasing my already pressing need for a bathroom, turning it from uncomfortable to uncontrollable and making it quite clear I had a very real limit on the amount of time I had left. None of this made it past my mouth as I kept searching in a vain effort for what I knew wasn't going to be there. "I um... I know I left it here..." Freya made a soft sound of concern from behind me, where my butt was still bouncing with every hobbled crawl, ample cheeks jiggling hard under the soft tent of my skirt. I was heedless to the fact I was giving her a show even when she blurted out something in realization. "Oh, did you leave it on your desk?" "Y-yes?" I replied without needing to think, confused enough by the query that I turned around and directed my phone light in her general direction. Sitting back on my heels to keep a hand secure but hidden between my thighs, I had to crane my neck back to look up at her in the doorway, and was briefly distracted from my agony as I beheld her from such an angle. From my spot on the floor her height was overwhelming. Smiling with the delight of someone bearing very good news, Freya looked down at me like a merciful goddess from atop her heels, heaving chest almost blocking off a portion of her face thanks to my current perspective. My pain was nonexistent and my jaw slack as I looked up at her like an awestruck worshipper. "There's a good chance it got taken to lost and found then! Important things left in the open are picked up by janitors and dropped off there for safekeeping." The news was a much needed second chance for things to actually work out the way I'd originally hoped. If my card could still be found and easily retrieved, then I had the chance to grab it quickly and get out of here before nature inevitably called. Invigorated enough to regain a far more secure hold on my bladder, I stood back up on my heels with only a tiny wobble. "Where's the lost and found?" I asked quickly, feeling a great ocean inside of me slosh just from the shift back to a standing posture. Defiant with my newfound hope, I didn't even wince to acknowledge it as the liquid settled back to pressing down on my pussy, throbbing against the exit as it had before. I wouldn't allow it to hold me under its control while there was still hope. "Second floor, and I have access to the locker they keep things in. Usually you have to file a claim, but I trust you." Freya replied, taking her card out in preparation as I left my little cubicle to join her. "Thanks! Let's hurry!" I said as I took the lead, grateful for the new information but not at all willing to deal with my discomfort a moment longer than necessary. At this point I could say without a doubt I'd never had to pee so badly in my entire life. Remembering that my companion had no idea about that, I quickly offered a joking explanation to justify my rapid steps, tossing a look over my shoulder I prayed was relaxed but cheery. "The dark is, uh, super creepy!" "No kidding, I can't believe how different it looks from the day!" Came the easy reply, the other woman keeping pace with me easily thanks to her much longer legs. Just one graceful stride ate up a number of my less than confident steps. In the quiet following her response I took a glance in her direction, suddenly more aware than ever how grateful I was she'd made the offer to accompany me, and how fortunate I was to have her here with me now. Without her I never would have thought of the lost and found. What would have happened to me if I hadn't run into her before coming down? Would I have been left to search alone in the dark until the locks engaged? The very thought of facing this darkness alone, without her warm and comforting presence to guide me... Imagining such terror made it clear all my discomfort from hiding my predicament was already worth it thanks to what security she gave me. The elevator came just as another spasm in my bladder cried out for my attention, challenging my ability to remain stone faced but not proving itself to be anything I couldn't handle. It was impossible not to feel a sense of victory as Freya scanned her card and keyed in the proper floor, her calm expression telling me I had locked down my secret like a pro, a feat I never would have thought shy little me could pull off. Granted I still had a very long way to go, but with things playing out like this I would probably be getting out of here before my needs got critical. I'd have my card, I'd be able to speed home and get relief, and I'd have this special little bonding experience with the woman I had such a potent crush on. Having to pee would be nothing more than a footnote when I looked back on this. "It's been a while since I've checked out the lost and found, being the manager means everyone recognizes my stuff and brings it straight to me. But the security team that manages it is so diligent I know your card has to be there." Freya said as we dropped to the second floor. Wringing my hands on the rail to have something to soothe my need to squirm, I smiled and nodded in agreement, mind going blank when the rapid deceleration created a brief surge of pressure that I hadn't noticed on our last elevator ride. For a moment the full weight of my bladder felt as if it was pushed straight against the exit, and felt like the force of the elevator fighting momentum to stop its descent added additional gravity to just my body, specifically in areas that I really didn't need any increased strain. The pain was so intense that my surge of confidence briefly faltered. To comfort myself when the sensation ended I reasoned that I was only feeling it now, as opposed to our last ride, because I was less distracted by Freya than I had been before. I reassuringly told myself my need to pee couldn't be increasing that quickly, and I still had plenty of time to get everything done. "I've never even been on this floor. Where do we go?" I said as the doors opened to show the dark second story of the building. It wasn't too different from our own setup, but I was happy not to waste time as Freya took the lead, guiding me past some cubicles and to a row of more traditional offices with their own doors. Walking as close as I could beside the other woman for safety, it was hard not to notice a growing epicenter to my discomfort that twinged with every step, its size and unfortunate location between my legs telling me it was the exit straining to keep up its hold. The tiny hole was struggling a bit more with every passing moment, something I assured myself still wasn't a problem considering the speed of our progress, and just an uncomfortable inconvenience. With the light on my phone I made out a number of official looking names and titles on shiny plaques, all of which I scanned to occupy myself as we walked. Anything but my painful need was a welcome thought. "Should be right in here... Oh gosh, someone left this door open!" Freya said as a single tug on the knob swung the door outwards, surprising me enough that I lurched backwards with a squeak. Something hot blossomed in my panties at the movement, making me choke down a gasp of horror as my hand dropped on instinct, the light of my flashlight spiraling chaotically as my phone ended up between my legs whilst my body clamped down for unified resistance. New wetness made the center of my panties cling to my pussy as droplets I prayed were sweat tickled the inside of my upper thighs, making my eyes go wide in panic even as I regained control. By the grace of a usually unkind God my boss didn't turn and discover me with my hands between my legs, instead reading my reaction behind her back as innocent surprise while she calmly analyzed the situation. "It's not broken, someone just straight up forgot to close up. I'll have to call them on Monday for a serious chat, but at least the lockers are still secure." Removing my hands from my sandwiched thighs so I could walk, I followed her with speed borne far more from anxiety than before, finding my heartbeat to be a rapid hammering against my ribs. Adrenaline was surging through me like it never had before, to the point where I was almost dizzy with alarm. Thankfully the lockers she'd described were clearly marked for their respective floor, enabling me to point out our own in a hurry. "This one?" Checking where I'd aimed my phone and my light, she nodded in confirmation, taking another burden off of my mind for a heavenly moment of relief. It was here, we'd made it and what I needed simply had to be here. "That's for everything found on our floor, yup. Just let me scan my card..." There was a strange and embarrassing urge to shift my weight to each foot as she opened the locker, and I almost gave in during the brief window where her back was turned, wanting so badly to do the silly little dance if it meant just a little less pressure for my pussy to deal with. Getting to a bathroom as soon as we were done here would be my greatest priority, even if I didn't want to admit that I would be in very real trouble otherwise. The very idea of not making it bordered too much on absurdity for me to accept it. Despite my own situation I was convinced grown women simply didn't pee themselves, they held it no matter what, especially in the presence of their gorgeous boss. Keeping my legs crossed the few agonizing seconds it took her to open the locker, I watched with wide eyes as it was opened and caught a bright plastic sheen the moment she was out of the way, its size and color unmistakable even in the dark. "There it is!" I cried out in near jubilation, tears threatening to turn me misty eyed as I snatched up the little blue piece of plastic and hugged it to my chest. A familiar number beneath my name was as welcome a sight as a treasured friend, and made it abundantly clear the card was mine. Everything had indeed worked out just fine. "Thank goodness..." Looking over me whilst I shamelessly embraced the little rectangle, Freya cast a glance inside the locker and whistled in awe at the contents. "Good Lord, this thing is bursting. I'll also have to remind everyone else this exists, seems your not the only one!" Though her word choice struck a very sensitive nerve, I realized when she said it that I had barely noticed the bulging amalgamation of jackets, mugs and knick knacks in my fixation on my credit card. My lack of interest hadn't changed now that I had what I needed safely in my hand. While I did feel a reflexive touch of pity for all the poor souls missing their things, my only focus now was getting out of here, to the point I could barely feign interest in anything else as I slipped the card back inside my little purse. "Sure. Let's get out of here for now though, I'm sick of the dark!" Clicking the locker shut, Freya made a soft chuckle of what sounded like agreement, moving with some additional speed but not as much as would have been ideal for me. There was no way I'd tell her to ever speed up, but it was hard not to feel the prickle of impatience down my spine as she went back to the door at a regular pace. Only my continued need to hide my desperation kept me from bounding ahead. In fact, the moment we parted ways I'd probably take off like I never had before, and I would absolutely be driving as fast as the law allowed to get home. As she reached for the handle I did a quick series of calculations in my head, running through how long each step of the way would be on my journey home. To my relief, I reasoned I would be safely back at my own apartment comfortably within the window of time I presumed I had left until- And ominous click of the lock shattered my internal scheduling.
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  31. View File yuzu_045 Diaper Wetting Collection A diaper girl who used to be on twitter Submitter Hooded-Plush Submitted 02/10/2021 Category Female  
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  32. For some reason it's deemed to be taboo by television standards. Like, it's treated the same as showing breasts, pussy, or cock, and can't be explicitly shown on TV, except on adult channels that allow everything else I mentioned. (Exception being kids for some reason) Characters can still wet themselves on TV though, they just can't show pee itself. (Like the wetting scene in 2 Broke Girls - she says repeatedly "I'm peeing" and someone slips on her puddle, but we don't see any pee or wetness onscreen) Otherwise, in real life, people not into it probably see it as disgusting, or otherwise weird, since we're all taught at a young age to try to pee in the toilet instead of our pants and it sticks in our heads. This of course led me to see it as a "dirty" branch of my platonic wam interest and it became a fetish pretty quickly.
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  33. I enjoy it very much, myself. Though when I was younger I really only enjoyed wetting and not the idea of being completely covered in piss. It wasn't until fairly recently that I got curious about it and eventually when my curiosity got the better of me I actually tried it out, aaand my opinion changed… And now being on the receiving end of a golden shower would probably be the hottest thing ever for me. Especially if it's connected to wetting as well 🤭 But I’m curious what your thoughts are! What do you think about golden showers? Have you tried it? Do you like it? Do you prefer receiving or giving?
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  34. I guess this is sort of a branch off topic from the other topic I just started about can you concentrate on other things when writing you have to pee. But I guess the question for everyone here is since you have a fetish for pee can you ever separate pee from its sexual connotations for you? Like if you get desperate are you automatically going to get aroused or if you see another person desperate are you automatically going to become aroused by that even if you don't really want to? I think there are a couple of instances where you can see it nonsexually, I mean if I see a child desperate I'm not going to get turned on by that or anything because that would just be creepy, and the same with family members in most cases, but at the same time I will probably be thinking, they have to go to the bathroom. I won't be thinking of it in a sexual term because I don't think of such people in sexual terms of course, same as if I see a man desperate, but at the same time I would be thinking about the fact that they have to go to the bathroom if they were around me. So I find if it's not a person that I am sexually attracted to the desperation won't necessarily do anything, even though I will still be sort of thinking about it. However if a person I normally wouldn't find attractive, such as a woman that I might not find attractive under normal circumstances were desperate, I would suddenly find myself a lot more interested in them just because they were a woman who needed to pee, regardless of whether I would normally be able to be attracted to them. Even if it was a woman I considered ugly or unattractive in some way just the fact that they would have to pee I would be kind of fixated on them and turned on. However when it comes to my own desperation or the desperation of another adult woman who is not related to me I really can't turn off the whole sexual connotation that goes along with having to pee. Even if am I am in a situation where I'm really aggravated at not being able to get to the bathroom, such as at my job, the fact that I have a very full bladder is arousing regardless of the circumstances I find myself in. Even if I was in a really unsexy situation or a sexually neutral situation, just the fact that I have to pee would be triggering all of my fetish instincts and it would be hard to focus on other things or feel neutral about the situation. Likewise if I saw another person who had to go to the bathroom I would be unable to not view it in sort of a sexual context, I would be constantly fantasizing about the fact that her bladder was full. So my question for everyone here is can you experience something as mundane as peeing and divorce it from the fetish aspects, or is just the very act of having to go to the bathroom or going to the bathroom something that you can't separate from the sexual feelings that it generates cause of your fetish?
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  35. Mez

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    There was a kisekae animation made by pixiv / discord user IllusiveOne I really liked, I wanted to make a pic based on the last frame of it, the one where the girl is at her fullest. I had trouble making the crotch grabbing and the massive bulge coexist so the final result looks weird, but i still sort of like it regadless. The pixiv account I'm refereing to seems to be deactivated now though so I'm not sure what to link for credit. Finished November 19 2019.
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  36. I'd imagine as mentioned earlier a bus driver is a pretty bad one for desperation, especially for a female bus driver as in a male dominated industry there are probably a disproportionate number of facilities for men vs women to pee in You could also have the situation for female bus drivers who may need to pee of passengers who also need to pee (say if you were doing an evening bus where people had been out drinking?) and the passengers were very vocal about their need to pee. Maybe too even seeing them peeing outdoors while the driver has to keep holding it in!
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  37. Hoping this snow continues and we get enough to go out and make a snowman and get some winter hiking in !
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  38. All of these, depending on my mood and situation. Sometimes I love being seen in wet pants, other times, I don't want to be seen, just want to enjoy the warm and wet out and about. Convenience isn't usually the consideration, but sometimes it is. Sometimes I'll realize that I need to pee, and that I'm someplace safe, so I just will, but that's pretty rare. For me, I tend to do a bunch of them all in one consecutive run, so planning involves packing several changes of pants and underwear, grabbing two plastic garbage bags (one goes under me on the car seat; the other is used to bag up wet clothes as I go), a dry shirt, socks and shoes, and wearing a quick dry black shirt. Depending on my mood, I might wear things that make it obvious, subtle or hard to see, but never undetectable. The common thread, though, is that I like athletic clothes, with a strong bias towards synthetic fabrics. I like the way they feel, I like the way they wet quickly, and I like the way they dry quickly. But I think I've run the whole spectrum. I've publicly wet in black running pants that you'd have to look at within two or three seconds to notice so much as a glisten, and at the other end of the spectrum . . . you see those red shorts in my avatar photo? Yep, I've wet them in public. Again, it depends on my mood. I've never used a haunted house or roller coaster to provide an excuse, but I have combined omo with my other major fetish (wetlook) and hidden the fact that my clothes are wet by getting them wetter . . . lazy river tubing, water slides, paddle boarding, swimming, etc. However, those are rare cases. More often, I will either go to a park or I will go to a store or mall or some such. Well . . . I guess I cross a line you wouldn't. I make sure that any mess is easy to clean up, so peeing on carpets or soft furnishings. Sometimes I will also find someone to apologize to, and explain that there is a puddle on the floor because I peed in my pants. I believe this is pretty harmless, and I don't do it often.
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  39. hell yeah! As a femboy myself, there's something so satisfying about peeing in feminine clothing. It just looks so damn cute when a girl or femboy squirms, dances, and pees in feminine clothing
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  40. Riolu used... Hypnosis?

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    For whatever reason I was inspired to draw some diapered Lucario hypnosis, and while thinking about it I had an idea I thought was silly enough to work :P
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  41. Thank heavens for the gravy jug! I had a mug of tea and then went for a walk. On my return I was drinking a bottle of water, since it’s lockdown and the only real thing I can control is drinking healthily. Anyway, on my return I set about cooking dinner. Tonight it was steak pie, mashed potatoes, broccoli and carrots...and that all important gravy. While the pie was cooking in the oven I set about unloading and reloading the dishwasher, tidying up the kitchen and looking out plates ready for dishing up. In between that I was boiling the potatoes and veg and I filled the kettle to make gravy. It was this latter task that really changed things. The sound of the water, the sight of it pouring, the weight of it gathering in the kettle all set a very sudden and strong signal to my body: my bladder was as full as my kettle and urgently wanted to pour out like the tap I had just turned off! The problem was I couldn’t leave the meal to go! The potatoes would boil over, the veg would dry out and the pie would burn if I left at this point. So I crossed my legs tightly, bend forward and moaned. I had probably needed to go quite a while but with my mind occupied with other things I hadn’t been listening to my body and now I regretted it massively. I was absolutely bursting! I switched the kettle on while twisting my legs and as soon as my hands were free I had to grab between my legs. There was nobody who could watch the food for a minute while I ran to pee so I had to try and hold on. With one hand still between my legs and dancing about like a mad woman I went to the cutlery drawer and pulled out a fork. I hobbled back to the cooker and tested the potatoes. They were now ready to be mashed. I unhooked the masher from its wall hook and danced back over to the fridge to get some butter. Opening the fridge I had to bend forward, cross my legs tightly and squeeze hard as my bladder threatened to unleash its contents right there and then! It took me a moment to regain control before I jigged back to the cooker where I had taken the potatoes off the heat. Curling my toes in my trainers and bouncing my leg I added some butter to the pot but I couldn’t mash the potatoes one handedly so I held them pot with one hand and the masher with the other as my legs bounced, danced and moved frantically. At one point I was literally marching on the spot trying to hold back from bursting at the seams. Finally the potatoes were mashed and I opened the oven up to take the pie out. My oven door opens down the way so I leaned down to reach the pie but in doing so I felt some warm urine dribble into my cotton pants. Anxious not to flood the tiled floor I went down on my knees and bounced my bottom onto my heels like mad as I used a tea towel to take the hot pie out and place it safely on the counter. As soon as my hands were free I HAD to grab my crotch! Fuck I was unbelievably desperate to pee by this point. Leaning on the counter with my other hand I bent forwards and almost screamed. “I need to go to the toilet! I need to go to the toilet! I think I’m going to have an accident!” My heart was thumping and my body sweating. The room was starting to swirl and I couldn’t even think straight as every part of me tightened and tensed trying to prevent my body from gushing out excess water it had been carrying for some time now. Just at that point I heard my kettle click off as the water was now boiled ready to make the gravy. I only just managed to return to the cutlery drawer for a spoon as I opened the cupboard close by for the gravy granules. As I opened the lid of the granules another urge consumed me, this time so strong I yelped like a wounded animal. A dribble leaked again into my knickers and I shivered with the knowledge I wasn’t going to make it upstairs to the bathroom in time. Squeezing and moaning through my teeth...arghhhh.....I pulled my patterned legging and wet cotton striped knickers down to my knees with both hands, then reached out immediately and grabbed the gravy jug and rammed it between my legs. Whoosh, slosh, weee....I bent my knees slightly and relaxed as tears ran down my cheeks in sheer relief. I had to stop as the jug reached the top. I poured it all down the sink and rinsed the jug under the tap. I pulled my clothes up quickly and made the gravy in a mug. I have now eaten my dinner and drank another full bottle of water and having written this out I really need to go again...
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  42. SAMI

    From the album: Ethnic Bladders

    A SAMI woman having a quiet moment for herself. Location: northern Scandinavia and parts of Russia
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  43. Turbulence

    i wonder if the flight attendant also has to pee but she can't because of aforementioned turbulence and also has to hide it from the girl in the bathroom.
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  44. I used to leak in later grade school and in high school once in a while too, so that I had my underwear wet under jeans for a while. I liked getting home in the afternoon and seeing the yellow stain and would wear the same jeans another day or more if they didn't have much of a scent because I liked knowing I was wearing piss without actually having to wet. Actually the origin of my interest was from a friend who sometimes wet his pants at lunch in the bathroom in 7th grade(?). I thought it was a mistake, but he said he just felt like it. He didn't do it a lot, but enough to make a fist-sized spot on his jeans. For some reason I was really intrigued by that. So a few days later, I went into the bathroom and took a piss through my underwear, which ended up getting my pants wet and I had to cover up for the rest of the day. But I really liked it. I showed him I did it and we talked about it a little bit. From there my experiments branched out.. I also used to wet my bed instead of getting up to piss. I would just flood it and go back to sleep. I was a bedwetter anyway, which I had always hated. But once I started discovering a fun side to wetting and in conjunction with puberty and hormones, I found that it was enjoyable to be awake and let it happen. I'm not sure if that's why I never stopped wetting the bed completely to this day (accidentally) but it might have been a factor. Any time I woke up wet in the middle of the night I would let out whatever was in my bladder, and then I started wetting on nights where I was dry.
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  45. Sorry for the long wait! The initial pace was a bit misleading, and things got a bit hectic around here for the last two weeks. Avery stood, shocked that her secret was discovered so quickly. On one hand, she felt an immense weight lifted off her shoulders, given that it didn’t seem her friend would judge her too harshly or gossip. On the other, she knew only one person could keep a secret. Feeling the bulk of her diaper anew as she walked to her bed, she reflected on her mistake. She should have remembered to go to the bathroom, given Grace’s recent experiences with her small bladder. Tucking her sheets around her, she settled in for a long night of worry, shame, and self-recrimination. Grace, meanwhile, was still figuring out exactly how much to disclose. While it now seemed that Avery was likely to be sympathetic to a need to wear diapers, her choice to wear them was an entirely different story. She decided that it wasn’t prudent to overshare, so rather than dramatically reveal her own wet diaper, she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a fresh diaper, holding it up for Avery to see. ”You aren’t the only one who still wets the bed. I bet that’s why we got a room together.” Avery was stunned. “But...how did you change last night into a diaper? You went to the bathroom after changing into PJs, and I didn’t see you with a diaper...” ”I brought it in to the bathroom with my toiletries kit. How long were you wearing yours? Did it leak? They don’t look quite as thick as the ones I wear.” ”From about 7:00 on. It was soaked in the morning-one more drop and it would have leaked.” Avery admitted, eyes downcast. ”Wow, that’s impressive,” commented Grace, confirming her suspicion: Avery’s diapers held significantly less than hers did. ”I’m worried about tonight-I drank too much at dinner, and I already have my diaper on, so I have to use it now-I don’t have an extra.” Grace considered pointing out that Avery, built almost as petite as she was, probably could slide the diaper down her hips, before realizing that she had an opportunity to watch Avery repeatedly have to wet her diaper. Murmuring her condolences, she tucked herself back into bed, and started TikToking again, intermittently chatting with Avery. She soon felt the need to urinate build again, and didn’t hesitate to flood her padding, making sure to roll slightly as she did so to disguise any untoward noise. Meanwhile, Avery was grappling with the effects of a full bladder as well, and had begun to squirm. Looking up from her phone, the magnitude of her need suddenly hit her: ”Crap! I need to go so bad.” “Can you make it to the bathroom?” Grace replied, feigning a perturbed expression. ”Duh. Yes. But it wouldn’t help-remember, I’m wearing my diaper already.” ”Oh right. That sucks. You’re going to have to use it at some point, though.” Avery nodded miserably, and relaxed, allowing the first spurt of pee to dampen her padding. Soon, it was followed by the rest of her bladder. She was too absorbed in her purposeful use of a diaper in front of her friend to notice that her friend was intently watching her relieved, blank expression. After she finished, the evening continued to wear on. Grace went to the bathroom for a brief faux use of the toilet, while Avery, feeling the effects of the soda she had imbibed at dinner, began to grow desperate to find a toilet once again. Soon realizing the futility of trying to hold it until sleep to preserve some of her dignity, she looked over at Grace: ”I think I’m going to leak. I need to go again, and it’s only 9:30. At this rate, my diaper will be full by the time I go to sleep, and my bed will be soaked all night.” ”Ugh. I should have spoken up sooner! I think I read somewhere that your diaper absorbs better if it can expand, so maybe try and keep your legs apart, and try to make sure you spread out your pee if you can? Do you sleep on your back, front, or sides?” Avery didn’t relish the thought of a leaking diaper, and understood what Grace was getting at. “Normally on my back or front, so that’s not very helpful.... I’ll try standing up for this next pee.” A minute later, Avery did indeed get out of bed and spread her legs slightly. The slightly mushy diaper still felt squished under the underwear she had chosen to hide the outline of her diaper. Desperate to avoid leaks, and resigned to loosing all dignity in front of her friend, she pulled down her pants. ”Avery? What are you doing?” ”you said I should give it more room, so I’m trying that!” Avery turned away from Grace, revealing the yellow stain on the bottom of the back panel of her white diaper to Grace, who watched intently as Avery crouched slightly and relaxed. The yellow stain grew upwards on her butt with a slight hissing noise, and Grace found herself suddenly peeing, the decision barely conscious. Avery finally finished, her diaper noticeably swollen, and lay back down in bed, clearly not thrilled at these developments. Once Avery was safely back on her phone, Grace hopped up to change into her nighttime diaper, this time openly carrying it to the bathroom, but making sure to disguise the wet diaper she carried back. Dry and reveling in Avery’s unfortunate condition, Grace headed back to her phone, sneaking a glance at the yellow crotch of her friend’s diaper. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Avery repeated her ritual of standing up, facing the wall, and wetting her diaper once more, causing the visible line of wetness on her diaper to rise as it sagged between her legs. By the time she was ready to sleep, she could vaguely feel the need to go, but decided that to spare herself the indignity, she’d allow her body to make that decision for her. The two teen girls with wet diapers said goodnight, and drifted off to sleep. In the morning, Grace woke up first, desperate to pee. Comfortable in her bedsheets, and noting the time was fifteen minutes before the scheduled wake up call, she remained in bed, allowing her morning urine to drain into her moderately wet diaper. Content with the feeling of warm padding between her legs, she let her mind drift to the morning when this all began, when her sister was in much the same state as she was at the moment. The harsh sound of the phone snapped her out of her contemplation, and she sat up almost in synch with Avery. Avery was having a much less pleasant morning. She woke up to a cold, sodden bed, her diaper having leaked at some point in the night despite her best efforts. Groggy and miserable, she staggered to the shower door, leaving her bed to be dealt with later Grace watched as her roommate waddled across the room, her diaper soaked well past the point of leaking and still on full display. She felt a bit bad for not offering one of her own diapers to Avery, but the thrill she got from getting to see her best friend wet herself repeatedly more than made up for it. Once she heard the water run, she swung herself out of bed, and examined Avery’s sheets. As she had expected, they were soaked, a section of several feet in diameter emanating from her crotch still damp with pee. Perhaps because this was the “bedwetter’s” room, the hotel had equipped both beds with mattress covers, which merely made the pee spread further. Comfortable in her own extremely absorbent diaper, Grace waited for Avery to exit the shower, and prepared to face the day. The rest of the trip proceeded without incident, the housekeepers quietly vanishing the sodden sheets. The next, and final, night of the trip, Avery waited until immediately before bed to put on one of Grace’s diapers, at Grace’s suggestion, and briefly gawked at the yet-thicker padding. In the morning, however, she was thrilled to have dry sheets. Before getting ready for the bus ride home, the girls compared their diapers, exploiting their shared trouble to strengthen their bond. While they weren’t drastically different, Grace was quite a bit wetter, which she privately chocked up to having wet the diaper before falling asleep. After a long bus ride filled with clandestine and casual diaper use by Grace, and one accident and lots of desperation on the part of Avery, they were home, the trip over. As they fell asleep, both girls marveled at the chance that the other wet the bed as well.
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  47. I found this on Reddit and I thought you guys might like it (fair warning, it's futanari, plus the artist draws messing as well so if you aren't into that, be careful) Artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/WoofDoof/status/1217853467923861504
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  48. Hello there! I've been skulking around here for a while, and thought I'd finally say hi. I'm a young-ish gay male from the western US, here for the same reasons as most of you I'm sure. Love to hold, especially be forced to hold, and of course to inevitably not be able to! See you all around!
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  49. Original title: パワードゆうちゃん Artist: Aoi Kurage Pixiv Link: http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=4207887
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