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  1. Title tells it all.... Wetting jeans while waiting in line JAV.mp4
    7 points
  2. So today I put on a Tena with a booster pad because I have been a little starved for diaper fun over here, and because I had like 4 hours of Zoom calls for work. After the meetings, I'd wet about one and a half times and the booster pad (an old cut up SleepOvers that I had laying around with slits cut in it) was soaked and only a bit had leaked through to the Tena (maybe half a bladder's worth). I wanted to go for a jog after work so I took the diaper off and was going to toss it but it smelled intoxicating and when I removed the booster pad the Tena wasn't actually all that wet. So I thought I'd roll it up and hold onto it to maybe change into it after my run. I tossed the SleepOvers, changed and went out for a jog in the wind. After I came home and had a shower and made dinner, the diaper caught my eye and I decide to put it on. I felt very dirty putting on an already wet diaper, and the jelly part of the diaper was cold to the touch. I ended up putting in another SleepOvers booster pad, because the wet diaper was too cold on my girl parts, and because I wanted it to hold up to at least one bladder's worth. Anyhow, I'm about to change out of it and go to bed, I've wet it another two times this evening (not full bladders) and it was fun. It made me think of the two times in my life where I had to put a wet diaper back on (apart from like pullup up a pullup that I'd only wet a little at school). I'll share these stories some other times (both camping/sleepover related). But I wanted to ask if anyone else was into or had tried putting on diapers they'd previously wet much later on? Rachel
    5 points
  3. Hey everyone! I was challenged to try a hold in a public place, essentially until the point of losing control. I had never actually lost control before so I decided to give it a try! Let me just say in advance that I don't advise anyone to try this. If you have a particularly strong bladder, you could do some real damage by holding until you lose control. I'm just sharing this experience for your enjoyment, and to make good on a challenge 😄 Original thread: Anyway, it's still too cold for a "main street" style hold like the suggestion in the thread, and nobody would be outside anyway, so I substituted for a supermarket during the evening rush. I had never even come close to the point of actually losing control, but I have wet before out of discomfort. As such, I was not really sure exactly what my limits were, so I began preparing with the rapid desperation method an hour or two ahead of time. I already had to pee before leaving, and by the time I arrived, I was already at the point that I normally like to wet. My bladder was full, and under normal circumstances, I would have gone to the rest room waayyy before this point. I admit I was pretty nervous about what was going to happen. I was wearing grey shoes and socks, black(ish) jeans with thick-ish athletic leggings underneath to soak everything up and avoid getting anything on the floor if a full on accident happened. Full disclosure, I cut a trash bag in half and wore it between the layers to avoid a big wet spot leading directly back to my member, but it only covered to where the pant legs separated. This was my first time doing anything this public so I gave myself this one little advantage. Anyway, I entered the store with a long list of groceries that I needed (why not make this trip serve two purposes?). After standing up from my car and walking in, I already began to feel a little bit of bladder ache. About half way through the aisles, the desperation started hitting in waves. Every few minutes I would have to literally stop for a few seconds until the feeling passed. By the time I made it to the back of the store, the waves were hitting more frequently and lasting longer. Bending over to grab an item was absolute torture and I had to stand back up veeerrryyy slowly to maintain control. Heavy items were also an absolute chore to deal with. By the time I hit the back of the store, I was more desperate than I ever have been my whole life...and I've been into omo for a long time! But I was still able to keep control at that point. I decided to walk to the other side of the supermarket to grab a few other things and to drag this out a little longer. I could feel the pressure with every single step, punctuated by the intense waves of desperation. Finally, when I was about half way through the other side of the store...it happened. One wave was particularly strong and a felt a small, but not exactly tiny, spurt come out completely involuntary. I could feel the wet patch slowly spreading out in my leggings. I couldn't believe that I had actually lost control for a moment! I was able to stop it pretty quickly, and the pressure was slightly relieved for a moment. I looked down and couldn't see anything on my jeans so I guess it hadn't gone past the trash bag yet. Pretty soon though, the waves came back with some intensity. The aching was become a little stronger than I was comfortable with, so I decided to head to the check out. THANK GOODNESS the self check out lanes were open so I did have to interact with a cashier who would definitely see me squirming. Check out was where it really all went wrong (or right?). I had to bend over for all of the items in the bottom of my cart. The heavier items were finally the last straw. I had some cases of water and soda on the very bottom platform of the cart. I lifted up the water first and felt another, longer, spurt which was very difficult to stop. I stood there for a moment and tried to subtly inspect the damage. My right leg had a very obvious wet spot which was absolutely glimmering on the black jeans in the bright lights of the store. It was a surreal, embarrassing, and somewhat exciting moment to be honest. 2 cases left on the cart...and each one caused another spurt. I didn't dare to look down again until I was out of the store, but I felt wetness down to my knee. I stood very close to the kiosk (without touching it!) to try to hide what had happened. After I paid, I (quickly) walked out of the store with the cart directly in front of me. It didn't seem like anybody even noticed on my way out thankfully. Once I got outside, I inspected the damage, and took a picture! My takeaway from this experience was that I don't think my body is capable of a full on flooding, but I definitely would have kept spurting until it appeared that way if I truly had no way to visit a bathroom. I don't think I'm going to try this again, as that level of desperation became quite unpleasant, but I'm glad that I gave it a try! In my particular case, I cannot even imagine a scenario where I would be THAT desperate for that long and have literally no access to a rest room, so I don't foresee it ever happening unplanned to me. But of course, that's 100% just my personal situation and I can easily imagine someone unintentionally losing control in similar circumstances. Anyway, thanks for reading! (bonus content below!) The outfit: The aftermath: Bonus story! I still had to go preeettyyy badly after leaving. My pants were already wet so I decided to have a little bit more fun in a less public setting. I needed gas so I went to a little station on the outskirts of town. The ground is wet from melting snow, and there's rain blowing in (as you can hear in the vid) so there was no risk anybody would accidentally step in the puddle before it was washed away by nature. The station was about to close in a little bit anyway so nobody was there except for me and the cars driving by on the road. I pulled up to one of the far pumps and decided to "fill up." Sorry for the loud wind noises! 432fdgh4dh.MOV
    5 points
  4. There's a minor quirk when the rules are updated where you can't click on any links in the guidelines until you agree to them. You can still find the working links on the official guidelines page: https://www.omorashi.org/guidelines The Do Not Post list is the same link: Do Not Post list - OmoOrg (omorashi.org) Largely the rules are the same, I've just simplified the wording, clarified some policies and reformatted the page so it's easier to read. I forced a re-agreement to the policies as we've had an increasing number of issues with members posting content that violates some of forums policies. In this regard, examples on what type of content is not allowed (but that we frequently have to take action against) have been added to the rules, specifically in regards to consent and destruction of property. We intend to start enforcing these policies more aggressively going forward, so I felt it was important to ensure all members had the chance to re-read and acknowledge our policies going forward.
    4 points
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    *nudity warning* In this video, I had been outdoors wetting myself literally all day long whenever I felt the urge to pee. I peed maybe 4 times in them earlier throughout thr day so they were already saturated! 😋 I kneel on the bed, start peeing, then get on all fours and give you a close up view of the pee streaming out my knickers in the bed! Then I turn around and show my wet crotch, then wee in them some more, letting it all trickle down my legs and wet the bed! Then I take them off and lay back on the bed and start playing with my wet pussy. I let another dribble out which runs down my already very wet pussy and then start turning myself on even more with my fingers 😉 I hope you all enjoy this video. It is from last year so sorry if anyone has seen it before. I just wanted to post because I just love wetting these tight grey pineapple knickers! 😋💖
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  6. Here's a story I actually published! It never got too much traction, but considering how new I am at all this that's okay! I hope you guys like it, I'll be posting a new part every day until we get to the finale! I'd known the day would be difficult even before realizing I had forgotten my panties at home, though that was more embarrassing than an obstacle to my plans, but I never could have expected any additional trouble to come from a very sudden and inconvenient need for a toilet. As it was now, I was bordering on desperate but focused on finishing up one last little detail. I tried to keep my face from pinching with discomfort as I stretched my small upper body to reach the imperfectly centered vase, the edge of the wood pushing right into my bladder to compress it and make its fullness very hard to ignore, but I persevered and started fixing the minor flaw. Somehow not having underwear made the displeasure even worse. My plump, bare behind and uncovered pussy lips were squeezed tight by my knee length skirt, the fabric of which felt nothing like soothing cotton panties and instead rubbed against the tender area to create persistent friction every time I bent over. Fortunately the flowers spread beautifully in their now realigned glass vase with only a small tweak, allowing me to draw back and remove the pressure before it became too much. It took everything for me to keep from sighing in relief at my bladder’s soothing return to a less strained position. "So much work, all to practice for a meeting we could have accomplished in an email..." My boss Vivienne sounded quite sarcastic despite the genuine validity to her statement. Watching her rearrange chairs that had long since been set up without error, I agreed with her sentiment in full. A week had passed since we’d been tasked with giving an “important presentation” that we both had developed diligently, only to find out this very morning the whole thing was a pre-prepared congratulatory slideshow, and that the real meeting wasn't even happening until tomorrow. The email informing us of this had also not so politely explained that we were supposed to get the room set up today, and given us very specific guidelines by which to do so, all while we were still dressed up for the directors who wouldn't be arriving. Someone had obviously messed up the chain of communication big time and was just trying to cover themselves for as long as possible... As little fun as I was having now, at least I had the comfort of knowing Vivienne would tear them a new one once she inevitably found them. "I have to apologize again, Tina. You came in on a weekend, all fixed up, just to help me arrange furniture and read some stupid slides." She continued, making me pivot swiftly to face her when I saw her turn my way. It was impossible to be fully certain no one could tell I was going commando thanks to the tight skirt on my ample backside, and I had many reasons for not wanting Vivienne to so much as suspect my mistake, so I'd had to be quite careful to ensure my lack of panty lines remained undiscovered. I'd managed to stay diligent even though some part of me tingled from something other than a need to pee at the thought of her finding out... My reassuring response became inarticulate fluff in my head as soon as my eyes met hers, the gratitude in the deep blue so intense I had to hope the heat rising in my cheeks as a reflexive response didn't come with a matching blush. All I was left able to do was reply somewhat tactfully in my shy and quiet voice that always got even softer speaking to her. "It's really no problem. They blindsided you by having the whole practice meeting and setup thing anyway, along with the stupid slideshow they're making you present." Anxiety hastened my pulse when I feared a line had been crossed by dropping the "stupid" part, but a quick chuckle from her turned the panicked pounding into wispy flutters, and my head grew light again at the sight of her stress dissipating for just a moment of levity. It was a secret to everyone but myself that she reduced me to such a fool. The simple wonder of hearing her speak in my direction clouded out rational thought, but who could blame me for that? Vivienne was older but absolutely beautiful, and had aged so well most would never be able to guess her true age without lowballing it by at least a decade. There was only a touch of gray in her voluminous black hair, and her sculpted face was blessed by full lips and enchanting eyes with hardly a wrinkle to be seen on any of her flawless olive skin. Then there was her body; tall and curvaceous thanks to thick hips and a rack that most would have had to pay for, and a solid musculature that made her all the more commanding but no less graceful. My petite silhouette fit in just her shadow with room to spare. I'd felt ecstatic to work beside someone so captivating on this project, which had been all her and me when no one else volunteered, and being able to spend hours working in solitude together was excellent compensation for all our hard work even if others didn't appreciate it. Leaving the chairs where they were and leaning against the table, she wordlessly made it clear it was time for a break, sighing as she took some of the weight off her long legs to relax. I was very tempted to slip out for a trip to the bathroom but decided against it. We'd worked together long enough for me to pick up on when she wanted to start chatting, and I never intended to miss out on hearing her quips and stories. Not to mention leaving might require an explanation my bathroom shy self simply couldn't be brought to say to anyone... Leaning back against a nearby wall to take pressure off my bladder and listen, I assured myself there'd be ample opportunity to sneak out and use the restroom before too long, which would save me the humiliation of having to tell my crush I needed a bathroom break. "I almost can't wait to show you the slideshow in full. It's not just stupid, it's a total circlejerk for these assholes. We sealed a big merger and now they want a bulleted retelling of how much money they'll be making, and if that isn't obnoxious enough, they had the audacity to say it's "good policy" for us to get dressed up for a practice meeting no one else will be here for. How nice of them to tell us after we came in, huh?" She said, her words both true and wildly unprofessional for someone in her high-level position. Not that I was bothered. In fact, her refusal to play corporate games and her confidence to always speak her mind had played a large part in my falling for her. "They're smart enough to know we wouldn't have bothered with looking our best if we weren’t required to. Which, I guess, makes them rude and manipulative, but maybe if they had to dress like this too they'd change their minds." I replied in reference to our equally spruced up looks, which looked quite lovely but had not proven ideal for the tasks we were actually doing. Even light cleaning was rough in business formal, after all. I'd also been quite frustrated to hear the effort for my ensemble would not only go to waste, but tomorrow I needed to redo it all for when the actual directors came in for the real deal. Everything about the situation. stunk because I had spent hours preparing myself for any kind of scrutiny, starting with lovingly curled lashes, blended amber eyeshadow, and a light but striking layer of red lipstick, which was far more than just my usual touch up. A soft fluffing of my blonde hair had also been in order, getting rid my flat locks and transforming them into poofy semi-curls that bounced during every step, a look I thought was professional and cute in perfect measure. All of my work, including the time perfecting and straightening my white silk blouse and form hugging skirt, would need to be entirely redone. Considering I'd been busy enough to forget my panties while getting it all ready this morning, hopefully a serious practice would at least help me to stay calm enough tomorrow to remember them. The cute little pink slip was probably sitting on my bed still, mocking me for my frenzy... How ironic was it, that I'd forgotten to put them on while panicking about forgetting something important? At least Vivienne got to see me looking my best… "I'd love to see any of them accomplish half as much while dressed up like this." Vivienne said with amusement, stretching out a long leg to emphasize a beautiful red stiletto I would have never been able to walk in. A tingle starting deep down in my body blossomed forth to tickle very vulnerable parts of my anatomy at the sight. I'd been trying not to get distracted by her outfit, but these little gestures radiating sex appeal combined with the fact that she looked amazing made it very hard to avoid losing my focus on her. In my defense she always dressed like a woman who knew she was attractive and liked to weaponize it, and I was happy to be a victim. High heels so tall they made her tower over some men were always present, while the rest of her immaculate wardrobe was usually a toss up between a pantsuit or a skirt and blouse tailored to perfection. The high price tags on these pieces alone would have turned heads, but the way they were always fitted to her curvaceous body and beautifully color coordinated frequently stopped traffic. Today she was exceptionally outfitted in a tight black skirt and matching suit jacket that brought out the red of her vibrant blouse, which of course coordinated with her scarlet shoes for an eye catching ensemble no one could ignore, especially poor little closeted me. "But here we are!" I said cheerfully, hoping to take the conversation to less tempting places for my own sake. Any kind of arousal did not mix well with my full bladder, as having more attention on the occupied area made it so much harder to ignore how I really did need to get to a bathroom in the near future. Not to mention that staring at women so far out of my league was a terrible way to hide my feelings for those who probably didn’t have them. Shifting against the wall in a bid for comfort I disguised as a look around the room, it occurred to me we had accomplished almost everything we'd been instructed to do, even getting the refreshments from the caterer packed into the miniature fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would need to be put away was... The source of my rapid desperation dawned on me with a healthy dose of self admonishment. In the limited afternoon sun shining through the window, a half full drink dispenser sat by a small stack of Styrofoam cups, its condensation covered glass allowing a clear look at the bright and ice filled lemonade filling it to the halfway point. In a rush like a flash flood I recalled how Vivienne had brought it in to share, and with only the two of us there had been plenty to go around. What I’d thought to be one or two cups I’d had to be polite must have been far greater in number than I could accurately recall... It had just come together in a perfect storm of circumstances; the work had indeed made me thirsty, I didn't want to see any of the drink wasted, and the fact that Vivienne herself had made it kept sending me back for more of the delicious beverage. Now I was paying the price for being so ridiculous. "We really have done everything else, so I suppose we might as well start the slideshow." Vivienne said, her voice relaxed but still like a hammer to my now hurried thoughts. Fighting down a flinch, I smiled politely as she left the table to go to the projector at the front of the room, beside which was her laptop running the presentation in question. In the moments it took her to start typing, I put together that it would probably be a minute or two before the projector and computer decided to warm up and sync together, giving me the tiniest potential window to go and relieve myself. A whimper almost escaped me as I stood up straight once more, the adjustment to my position enough to send the contents of my bladder sloshing inside of me like an overstuffed water balloon, making it quite clear the lemonade I'd had to drink was still gathering into a growing reservoir. Soon I'd be more than just uncomfortable. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as the weight of my dilemma pressed down on me in the literal and metaphorical sense, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together as I went through my options rapid fire. I could try to leave undetected and use the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, but what were the chances I could leave and come back unnoticed? Then there was the option to just wait it out and go after we were done, but how long would our presentation really take? My number one goal was to ensure Vivienne never even knew I had to pee; something about others knowing I was using a toilet or merely in need of one simply mortified me to my core, and that fear went double for her. But if I waited too long and it got too bad... No, I couldn't dare think about that! I had to take a chance now while there was a window of opportunity! Nervous as could be but grateful for the relief I knew would await me, I headed for the door as quietly as my heels allowed on the thin white carpet, hoping I could finish quickly despite how much lemonade I had to be rid of. The cellphone Vivienne had set on the table beside her pinged and vibrated against the wood loudly enough to startle me right as I reached the door. My hand on the knob, I pressed my legs together hard to prevent the scare from letting anything escape, wishing I had panties on now more than ever with my bare lips so exposed to the open air beneath my skirt. Frozen on the spot, I watched and waited for more information from my boss as she lifted her phone. In part I was eager to help if needed, but mostly I couldn't escape with her potentially about to share something important... Scanning the phone screen, Vivienne didn't lose her focused but disinterested expression as she returned it to the table after only a glance, leaving me in hopeful limbo before she spoke again. "That's the alarm I originally had set for a final break... Seeing as how the actual slideshow isn't long though, why don't we do our practice now so we'll be done for the day?" A spasm of anxiety tore through my whole body and made my bladder contract so hard I was forced to squeeze my legs shut again to avoid a leak. Somehow being denied the bathroom was physically painful in my current condition, likely because my body knew I had no idea how long Vivienne thought this was really going to take, nor how much time I had until things got... unbearable. But what could I do? Even asking for a quick bathroom break was just too much, to the point my heart almost lurched in terror at the thought alone, leaving me little to do for now but hold it. It was a struggle not to whimper in trepidation as I took my hand off the doorknob. "W-what should we do?" I asked with more concern showing than I would have liked, my desire to be helpful a calming force in the face of my unease and growing desperation. In the back of my mind I was assuring myself I absolutely had the strength to hold it for as long as necessary, and that it was beyond absurd for a grown woman to be so worried about needing the bathroom. I'd never had an accident, and I certainly wasn't going to have one now, even if I didn’t know how long I could handle the discomfort growing in every part of my pussy. All I had the power to do was be ready to sneak out as soon as I saw an opening. "No point in making it a big fuss. You take your spot by the refreshments, or where the lemonade is for now, and come up when I hand off the rest to you, sort of like how we practiced for the presentation we thought we were giving." Vivienne said without a hint of concern, gesturing to the table where we'd lay out the snacks tomorrow. For now, all there was on the polished wooden tabletop was the drink dispenser and its mockingly bright yellow lemonade. Ice still floated at the top to keep it cool enough for condensation to not only fog the glass but to drip down the sides in tiny rivulets, advertising the cold and refreshing contents that I'd been so grateful Vivienne had brought for us to share. I buckled my knees together at the sight, and suddenly hated my love-struck self for having been so overly polite and drinking so many. All of the lemonade I'd sipped down without a care was still gathering at an agonizing speed in my bladder, swelling it to an unbearable size with a growing amount of pee I had no idea when I'd be free to release. I nearly whimpered in agony as Vivienne gave one final helpful bit of advice. "Lock the door to make sure we aren't interrupted. Oh, and try to always have a drink in your hand, even for this practice. It makes everything feel more at ease." She turned on the projector as she spoke, her affect calm and oblivious to my predicament as she focused only on getting her slideshow up. "Of course!" I said as cheerfully as I could, remembering I had to not only hold it but also hide the fact that I was doing so. How humiliating would it be for my boss, the woman I admired and was so deeply attracted to, to know I was absolutely desperate because I couldn't keep my thirst in check or ask for a bathroom like an adult? No amount of hard work could get me back in her good graces if she found out I had let it get this bad. I had to make sure that no one watching could ever predict I was desperately in need of a pee. Gulping down a quick breath and steeling myself, I put on the cheeriest smile I could, then locked the door and headed to the beverage dispenser with my head held high. Every step jostled my bladder to the point I had to fight a reflexive wince off my face. Either Vivienne was far too focused on her work to notice anything out of the ordinary, or I actually managed a convincing act, because she kept her efforts on getting the slideshow to read clear on the board at the front of the room. "Obviously we'll have to be professional tomorrow, but I don't really care too much about that right now, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a little casual." I was split between focusing on her and the painstaking task of sitting down without giving anything away. The chair beside the lemonade dispenser looked uncomfortably low to my currently desperate self, and I had to take another breath as my mind wandered to thoughts on how nice it would be to sit on a toilet instead. Trying not to picture anything of the sort, I sat as quickly as I dared, knowing but not admitting what the consequences might be if I moved too fast. Just one poorly planned adjustment and everything could be soaked in the blink of an eye. Thankfully my behind settled into the chair without a single drop of leakage to be felt, but I made quite a point of squishing my pussy against the hard surface to apply as much pressure as I could when I first sat down. Despite its liquid cargo, my bladder felt like a solid and unyielding ball of pain and discomfort in my lower belly, and one that I could do nothing to soothe as it pressed on my overburdened little hole. It wasn't until I looked back to the lemonade that I recalled my directions with a sinking feeling of unparalleled gravity. Holding in my pee was hard enough, but having to add more to the load, all while keeping up a happy veneer? There were probably torture techniques less cruel than this, but I didn't have the freedom to complain or even break my composure. Gulping back a whine, I kept my fake smile as steady as I could, reaching for a cup with all the mock enthusiasm as I was able to muster. Trembling hands bravely took a Styrofoam cup off the pile and held it beneath the little faucet to pour, but I couldn't keep myself from hesitating in my agony, my wide eyes trailing up the rivulets of condensation to the top of the dispenser. The lemonade level was much lower in the glass container than it had been when Vivienne had kindly brought it in that morning, giving me a visual clue as to how much I'd downed in such a short amount of time, and the damning sight alone was enough to make my bladder throb. I'd been so happy she'd brought us something to share, and so delighted to try a beverage she had made, and so refreshed by every delicious sip... Beneath the fabric of my skirt I jammed my thighs together for security. My other hand pressed down on the release while I pretended to listen to the beginning of the presentation, every moment ticking by like an eternity. Eager to be done with the torture but very compromised, my finger's push on the nozzle was feeble and slipped after only a brief tap to start the flow. Vivienne didn’t notice the error but it was far from without consequences. A thin dribble of lemonade squirted out the tiny exit to patter audibly into the cup, and between the color and the way the droplets flowed over the Styrofoam it was quite easy for my desperation laden mind to make an obvious and painful comparison. The similarities conjured up unwanted but irresistible fantasies of my own release happening in a similar fashion, and the images that flashed before my eyes were so tempting I almost mewled out loud. It was so easy to imagine slipping a cup between my thighs and letting go under my skirt, all without panties in the way to slow me down or a care in the world for decency, and the pattering of pee hitting the cup would probably sound just like the lemonade- Heat that was far too wet for comfort appeared between my legs with enough speed to stop me in my tracks. Icy fear filled my body in response, the unmistakable dampness of a leak stopping just shy of dripping beyond my pussy and sparing my skirt from a wet patch. I had to take a few painstaking moments to grasp the gravity of what I'd almost done before it registered. Adrenaline was surging through me, but I had to remain completely still as I tried to grapple the fact that I'd almost peed myself, the few droplets I'd been irresponsible enough to let by still threatening to leak into my skirt without panties to soak them up. On reflex my legs jiggled under the strain of dealing with the near accident while still holding back a flood. "First slides are all introductions; I say my name and what I do here, even though they should all know me by now..." Vivienne knocked me out of my near crisis and back to the still ongoing situation in the present once I heard her playful dig. Coming quite close to cracking the cup in my panicked hands, I looked back up at the board to see the slideshow projected beside her, with our company photos laid over our job titles and other bits of information. In my agony I'd completely forgotten we were in the middle of practice. I was obviously failing to stay in control, and would need to do much better if I wanted to keep my secret under wraps. Gulping in nervous dread, I went back to the agonizing task at hand, moving as fast as I could to minimize the chances of losing my nerve. The fake smile on my face was little more than a tiny lift on the edges of my lips as I braced myself for the continuing torture. Holding the cup beneath the nozzle once again, I pressed the lever to start the flow of lemonade. Gentle pattering hit my ears with all the force of a waterfall. In my desperation the thin stream that flowed into the cup may as well have been a flood of biblical proportions, and the rising tide of bright yellow lemonade burned an unavoidable comparison into my mind, one that tempted me so much I had to intertwine my legs together like a pretzel just for some comfort. Beneath my skirt my pussy struggled the most. Every beat of my hammering heart came synchronized to a pounding pain against the tiny hole keeping it all inside, as if an ocean was battering my urethra every single second to try and struggle free. It was enough to bring agonized tears to my pretty blue eyes. Despite it all, I managed to stay dry until I had a full cup in front of me at last, but the exertion had left a considerable dent in my resolve. Sweat was once again perceptible in places both private and in full view. But in my refusal to submit I could only celebrate the small victory, even if I was still hardly out of the woods yet. "This slide is just the start of the process of the merger. It's all a bunch of self congratulatory garbage so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm less than enthusiastic; I can't be expected to fake sincerity two days in a row." Vivienne said as she kept on going, apparently heedless to my struggle by the grace of some merciful God. Despite everything I actually felt my smile become more genuine at the comment. Even with a need to pee like nothing I'd ever known, this woman always had the ability to make me feel better, especially when she was honest about how dumb corporate nonsense could be. I knew she'd play the part tomorrow and pretend to be as happy as the directors expected her to be, but I got the treat of seeing her genuine and far more hilarious presentation today. Perhaps focusing on that would be the key to holding it without as much struggle? Ignoring the cup in my hand, I kept my eyes on Vivienne, and found I was far more able to focus on her than anything else that could have distracted me. Such a thing was hardly unusual though. Staring at a beautiful woman didn't require much effort, even when you were still in the closet. If I was especially attentive I could see the small but lovely details in how her chest jiggled with the smallest movement to set it off, her every minute shift creating enough motion to bounce the outcropping breasts in their undoubtedly expensive bra, something her fitted blouse only accentuated with its soft, tight fabric. Then there was the curvaceous drop downwards to her hips... How incredible it was, to stop and admire how she thickened so much her ass would probably be able to block out a good portion of the projection if she stood sideways. It was a sight that helped me ignore my desperation, but also made the pain still remaining far more bearable. If anything the feelings she gave me mixed very well with a need to pee, and having no panties on and her not thinking anything was amiss was absolutely the icing on the cake of temptation. "Tina?" The cup in my hand was jostled when my name in her voice snapped me out of my delightful vacation from reality. Vivienne was looking at me expectantly, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for some time and had no other way to respond but lost confusion. "Huh?" "Did you hear me? I asked if you thought some of these numbers were less than accurate." She reiterated, looking concerned with my reaction instead of annoyed. Given how I usually paid attention at all times that made sense, but now I had no idea how to save myself from appearing careless, so I quickly replied and threw a plan together as I went. "Oh, yes!" I said in an enthusiastic lie, scanning the page to find it was a list of exaggerated samples and inflated profits someone must have thrown together. Biting my lip at the strain of holding pee and strategizing at the same time, I babbled out an excuse for my inattentiveness, cringing at the lameness of what came out of me in the process. "S-sorry I'm just... I'm trying to memorize everything... So it goes well tomorrow." My words were near painful with their pitiful lack of conviction. Keeping my legs crossed, I tried to just focus now on the still considerable need to pee so I could avoid the scolding that had to be inbound, but instead found my ears delighted by a friendly reassurance. "Oh, you sweet little thing... These jerks don't deserve that from you." Vivienne soothed, striking my delicate heart with her platonic but still thrilling use of "sweet thing" as an actual way to refer to me. It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say it, but to have it directed at me... Something like electric heat tingled the depths of my pussy. Rubbing my thighs together, I felt my heart come close to bursting even while my bladder had a momentary war with my body in an attempt to relieve itself during the chaos. Thankfully nothing came out of me but a grateful babble of thanks and a dumb but genuine smile. Vivienne returned to the presentation at that, and I went back to focusing on keeping my bladder in check while using her as the perfect distraction, though I made something resembling an effort to listen as well. It was far from easy but at least it was doable. My panic was now something far more like annoyance at how clearly I was to blame for my own discomfort, between drinking without a care and stubbornly refusing to take a bathroom break when I'd had the chance. Had I simply acted like an adult the deed would be done and over, and relaxing with an empty bladder might have actually made this fun, especially since I was blessed by so lovely a sight to enjoy. But not once in my life had my shyness allowed me to ask for a bathroom, and there was not a single instance where I had been able to use one while another person was present... So at least that internal resistance helped me hold it a little better? Another spasm encouraged me to shift in the chair as a safeguard, my bare pussy rubbing against my skirt to create the friction I'd found so unhelpful but so far from unpleasant before, and I had to curl up to withdraw the soft lips lest they be tempted any further. Forgetting my panties was proving to be a repeated strike against me... One could almost wonder how I'd made it this far as an adult if I was so embarrassed by basic natural functions. Even if today was the first time I'd made such a mistake in my life, it was quite the blunder. Minutes ticked by far too slowly for my liking, forcing me to keep casting glances to the clock as I tried to hold on to what my boss was saying at the same time. There were lots of numbers, congratulations, and a number of facts that had questionable sources Vivienne called out each time. Most of it became indecipherable gibberish as soon as it hit my ears. On top of that the hands of the clock seemed to tick by louder with every tiny motion, to the point where after a few minutes I could hear them loud as a car alarm from my chair. A horrifying increase in the pressure I was fighting seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume, but I had no way of knowing if it was the result of more lemonade gathering at the exit, my own fading resilience, or just a slow deterioration of my resolve... All three were on the table as it was now. Not daring to look at the cup still cradled in my hands, I wished for the umpteenth time that I had simply done a million things differently... Bouncing my legs beneath the table and out of sight for some small alleviation of the pain, I let out a quiet and shaky sigh to try and calm myself. In the end all of this discomfort would be for something, right? I'd find a way to get to a bathroom before things got too bad... Wouldn’t I? There was no way I'd allow myself to get to the point where an accident was even a possibility, as I wasn't locked in and there was a bathroom just down the hall. All I had to worry about was staying calm and collected so the desperation was never suspected. "This is your part, Tina." Vivienne said, interrupting my chain of thought but not surprising me as badly this time. Seeing the information on the projection board, I recalled being assigned a data sheet that matched the basics of what was on screen, which she helpfully explained as she stepped aside to make room for me beside the laptop. "You'll be covering our specific branch and everything we did to contribute, which is all laid out here anyway. Just try to look perky while reading it." Nodding in painful understanding, it took all I had in me not to wince as I stood, the sudden shift in position squeezing my bulging bladder with enough force that adrenaline surged through me in panic. There was undeniable warmth on my pussy, but in truth it was impossible to tell if it was a few more escaping droplets or actually heat created from the strain of holding so much pee in. I didn't exactly have time to think it over. Taking my first step sent everything sloshing once more, and the ocean of piss inside of me crashed down, wielding its full weight on my tiny hole as my heel made contact with the floor. In what had to have been just the few minutes since I’d last walked, it had already gotten so much worse. Pain and pressure so intense I almost doubled over had to be forced down so I could keep going. Every step produced the exact same results, but I had no choice but to soldier on, my pride combining with an iron willed refusal to ever let Vivienne know I needed to pee. It was the hardest thing I’d done in my life, but eventually I crossed what had to be the mile separating us and arrived at the front of the room, my still full drink in hand. Hopefully the dim lights and glossy projection beam would keep my sweat hidden... "Right! So, our department..." I began, tapping a key on the laptop to get the slideshow full screen once more. My throat worked on autopilot to read the text with the hint of a smile I was able to fake, as the rest of me was far too occupied on not peeing myself to help. Every inch of my pussy was straining to hold back the flood that wanted nothing but to escape. Standing had made it a hundred times worse, which could no doubt be attributed to gravity, but it was so powerful it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull just to torment me. Not even knowing what I was saying, I tried every little trick I could to distract myself. Finishing the presentation meant we were done, and that would provide just the window I’d require for a bathroom break, so I needed only to stay strong a little longer. Intent on finding something to keep me going, I sought out anything capable of distracting the half of my mind that wasn't on autopilot, and caught a soft floral scent when I inhaled during my search... I knew from experience it was Vivienne's perfume. The realization was a distraction alright, but far more of a curse than a blessing. Focusing so much on my aching bladder had blinded me to her current proximity. Now it was impossible to ignore that she was right beside me, her much taller form no doubt towering over me as her expensive perfume filled my nose and clouded my mind, which once again sent tingles down my spine. Now though I was in no condition to endure them, and the usually delightful feelings pushed me near to the brink of losing control. God, it was hard enough to handle myself around her when I wasn't holding back a flood of pee... Everything about having her close made me want to imagine her warm body against mine while her hand slipped up my skirt and parted my thighs- "Tina?" Vivienne said just as I hissed in a breath of pain, the thought of a hand between my legs also taunting me with how relieving it would be to use my own and apply added pressure to the overworked exit. Instead my fists just balled to white knuckled tightness as I turned my head to face my still unassuming boss. Somehow she continued to only look concerned, though I was more than frustrated enough with myself for the both of us. "Do you have stage fright?" A response didn't attempt to so much as initiate on my tongue. In a way her diagnosis rang true; I was indeed afraid of being the center of attention and struggling now explicitly because I couldn't work up the courage to speak up and ask for a break, but that obviously wasn't what was being asked... Reading my frozen fear as the only response available to her, Vivienne continued, explaining her concerns and stepping closer. "You look a little pale, and you're curling up like a frightened puppy. Does the idea of talking in front of a crowd scare you?" She said, her perfume now rich in my nostrils and making me dizzy enough to be dangerously close to fainting. Wetness that wasn't just pee was perceptible between my legs when I shifted back from her. "S-sometimes..." I mumbled in a not dishonest reply. Fear of crowds had nothing to do with this hesitation though; everything tormenting me came down to a horrifying mixture of desperation and an inexplicable surge of arousal at her presence, which I usually had a better handle on. At this current moment though it felt like the two were mixing together, as if the need to pee and my lust for her fed off the mutual forbidden pleasure they created, and each was making the other stronger. It was truly like I was enjoying being desperate around her, and said enjoyment was turning me on to make appreciating her so much more sensual… but such a lecherous thing couldn't be true! I wasn't some kind of pervert! I was just a woman with a secret crush and not enough backbone to ask for a bathroom break... Vivienne smiled, her plump red lips drawing me in like they never had before. How many times had I fantasized about kissing them only to stop in shame? She wasn't married or dating as far as I knew, but she also probably had no attraction to women, and even if she did enjoy female company a young nobody like me certainly wouldn't make the cut. "Want to know a little trick of mine? I used to be terrified too, but if you stand with a touch more confidence, it can go a long way. Is it okay if I adjust you?" I had no doubt she meant putting her hands on me, something that was such a terrible idea I should have known to reject it with a lie in my current condition, but the temptation was far too great for my diminished willpower to have any hope of resisting. "Yes." If my one word reply was too enthusiastic she made no sign of being bothered, and instead got right down to work. Moving behind me, she came close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, and the proximity triggered a new surge of tingling delight along the length of my back. A portion of that sensation settled down at the fork of my legs, creating a war between the resulting pleasure in my pussy and the agony in my already strained bladder as holding it became that much harder. Sweat was quickly appearing again as she laid her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your back up straight, like this." Delicate fingers pushed me into a more upright position, which tightened the loop of my skirt over my bladder and forced the pee downwards to ram against the exit. It was enough to make me want to scream. There was so much pain and pressure but it only mingled with and enhanced the pleasure of her contact, leaving me battling a kind of agony that had me leaking more of the other wetness between my lips. Despite it all I was obedient, my raging arousal and pain going molten and turning my body into something like a volcano overdue for a glorious eruption, a comparison bordering on literal in my case. My need for a bathroom was slowly becoming all encompassing, and the problem only worsened as she moved her hands lower to shift my posture even more upright, making it impossible not to discern the flood of piss trying to free itself. God it was so bad I could feel my bladder pressing outwards now; the rounded and bursting organ creating a none too invisible swell on my lower belly with nowhere for it to go but outwards. I was so full, so turned on, and so helpless between the two needs that I was little more than a frozen statue beside the laptop. "Oh, and make sure you pause for a sip." Let me know what you think in the comments please! I always love to hear feedback!
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  7. Curious how others feel about this phrase. For me, I love hearing women say it and the concept is damn arousing for me. To be that desperate, that full, that you actually feel like your bladder will explode from all that pee. That's some serious desperation! I remember one time, on a church retreat, we were on a nature walk and one of the girls on my bus had to go so bad. That was the first time I had ever heard someone (in real life, I had heard it on tv before) describe their need as "being about to explode". There was also a time a friend of mine from work called me down to cover the desk for her because she "thought she was going to explode." What does everyone else think? How do you feel about that saying? When was the first time you ever heard someone say it, whether in real life or some form of media? And have you ever been at that point, personally?
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  8. After being on this site for all these years (took a break for a bit long) and uploading only female stuff I decided to share you a video of my own. I had a dozen videos and pictures on my ph page, but as most of you know a lot of stuff was taken down including mine, because my account was unverified. Anyway here's the video and as I always say - Hope you'll enjoy it (I know you won't much as you the female content I have, but still, haha) VID_20200911_144014.mp4
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  9. As you've probably noticed, I have a lot of time on my hands 😅 my pee desperation has been happening pretty quick, and the line between having control and giving up to avoid embarrassment is a fine one! I started drinking water at 1:30 today. It takes a while for me to feel anything, so I kept drinking and reading. 4 o'clock rolls around and I finish a third glass of water. My roommate asked me to take him to work, so I put on some jeans and we leave together. As soon as I get in the car, I can feel the familiar bladder pain starting up. Not really a big deal because it's a short drive. By the time I get home, however, I'm tapping my dance and dancing in my seat. I really did not want to piss these pants. I hurried down the stairs to my apartment, and run inside to change. Lately I've been fantasizing about peeing in a skirt so I frantically start looking for a cute pair of underwear. I chose orange panties and a short black skirt. At this point, I'm practically running because I'm so close to pissing all over the carpet. I race to find my phone, and decide my best option is to go to the secluded grassy area behind my building. I exit the front door, pee dancing the entire time, and turn on my camera because I knew I was about to piss myself... As soon as I get up the first set of stairs, I knew it would be way too risky to cross the parking lot in such a desperate state. I was completely hidden from sight in the stairwell, standing on the landing between my door and the neighbors, so my bladder gave in and I began peeing down my legs. I looked around in embarrassment around to make sure no one was coming, all while trying to regain control. My pussy ached with pleasure and I began to shamefully flood my panties, making a puddle at my feet. Once the desperation passed, I came inside and changed. I still have to go, so I'm very glad I'm home alone 😌 20210219_163711.mp4
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  10. - Hey! I know you are not supposed to let us, but still, I was wondering, could I please use the bathroom for a moment? - I pleaded. - I am terribly sorry, but I am afraid you will have to wait for the seat belt sign to turn off. As you said, we are not supposed to let you. - The stewardess replied. - Sure, no problem! I'll just wait then I hadn't been very concerned with the situation before, but being forced to ask for permission to pee, and being denied, set something off in me. - How bad is it? - My boyfriend Steve asked. - Oh it's nothing, I just thought it would be nice to go while there is no line, you know - I'm sorry we had to hurry to the boarding gate, I really should have paid more attention to the time! - Don't blame yourself! It's my fault as much as yours, and I don't even have to go that bad. - You know you can always tell me when you need to go, right? - Of course! I just didn't have to go at the time I was very sorry indeed that I didn't use the bathroom at the airport, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference. My real mistake was drinking over two liters of water right before boarding, hoping I'd be able to pee in the plane. I am not exactly incontinent, but I have polyuria, which means my body produces too much urine. My case is mild enough that my doctor decided not to prescribe any medication for it. The only treatment I need, he said, was to drink more water, to prevent dehydration. He said the only side-effect would be having to make more trips to the bathroom. It also had the side effect of almost making me wet myself in public from time to time, but although there have been times when I was in agony for hours, I've always somehow managed to make it to a bathroom. The last I didn't make it was in middle school, and it was one of the worst experiences in my life. My doctor even gave me some advice on how to hold pee: sit still, spread your legs a little, unbuckle your belt, and try to distract yourself. Listen to music, read a book, do some meditation, anything to get your mind off the subject of peeing. But NOT thinking about any topic is easier said than done, and especially when it comes to pee. I badly wanted to grab my crotch, and nervously fidgeted with my hands, as if they were going to do it against my will. I opened the bag with my blanket, pulled it over my crotch, unzipped my pants, and started squeezing my peehole through my panties, thinking the blanket would hide it. To be extra sure, I took one shoe off and sat on my heel. This made it easier, but I still felt like I was going to explode. - You know can tell me if something is bothering you, right? - It's nothing, I just have to pee a little bit, so I'll try to distract myself. - Do you want to talk a little bit? - Thanks, but I think I'll look for something to watch. I didn't even try to watch anything, because I was past the point of being able to concentrate. Listening to music helped a bit, but it was not enough. Just as I was beginning to feel better, came a crushing wave of desperation. My other hand shot to my crotch, awkwardly trying not to let on that I was panicking, and failed to hold back a quiet whimper. I was visibly shaking. - It's not actually a crime to go to the bathroom when the light is on, you know. If it's that bad, I think you should just go. Thinking about it made me more desperate, and I crossed my legs. - But the attendant just told me that I couldn't! Why would she let me go this time? - She probably won't, but if you get there before anyone stops you, there is nothing they can do about it. The plane rocked, and even sitting down, it was a miracle that I didn't completely pee myself. I crossed my legs again. - You could just wait for the light to turn off, it probably won't be long, but I just hate seeing you like this. - What do you mean 'like this'? - With my face bright red and covered in sweat, my torso rocking back and forth, and my legs always moving, I still held some hope that my situation wasn't obvious. - You look like you're in so much pain. I blushed even brighter, and had to concede. - You're right, I'll see if I can make it. I tried to put my shoe back on, and the moment I leaned over, and felt my bursting bladder being crushed, I gave up. Instead, I just used my bare foot to remove the other shoe. I lifted my cover, and when I remembered my fly was open, put it back on. Squeezing my crotch, I tried to close it, but my distended bladder wouldn't let me even come close. The waist in my pants would have to be five inches wider. I gave up again and decided to just try to hide it with my shirt. I lifted the blanket again, and gasped at what had become of my bladder. I didn't know it was possible for a bladder to bulge out like that. I looked pregnant. I caressed it, almost proud that my body was able to hold such a ludicrous amount of urine, but the lightest touch felt like a crushing weight. It was rock-hard, and looked like it couldn't hold even one more drop. Then I started the process of standing up. Not even halfway up, I started shaking with desperation, and spurted into my panties for the first time in years. - I can't do it! He took my hand, and with the other one he lightly pushed my back. - Yes you can! Come on. I finally stood up, it somehow got even worse. I grabbed my crotch and tried to hunch over, but there wasn't enough room between the seats. I adjusted my shirt to cover my fly one last time and set out on the journey to pee. "don't pee don't pee don't pee" I repeated to myself. I hobbled to the bathroom as fast as a desperate woman could, with my knees glued together, and my fists clenched, trying to resist the temptation to grab my crotch. When I saw the door for that blessed toilet, I almost started peeing from the anticipation. I tried with all of my willpower not to think of the desperate PEE I was about to take, and - Miss, I will have to ask you to return to your seat. I pretended I didn't hear that, because I refused to believe it. There is no way I can be this unlucky. It felt like the end of the world. - Miss! Are you listening? - The stewardess barked, as she blocked my way to the bathroom. - Please, I just need to pee... - You are not allowed to stand up during... - Please please PLEASE you don't understand I really need to pee I am about to pee my pants if I don't get to a bathroom please... The plane rocked, and I had by far the worst leak yet. With one hand, I grabbed the wall, and with the other I held my crotch, which was noticeably warm and wet. A few drops fell to the ground. I heard the word "pee" from the passengers behind me, glanced at them, and think I saw a group of people laughing at me. I am not sure, because I couldn't bear to look at them. I was straining to hold back tears. With my hand still on my crotch, and hopping from foot to foot I whispered I can't hold it a second longer I'm going to You almost hurt yourself now! Go back to your seat and I... At this point tears started running down my face. PLEASE! You will be arrested upon landing if you... I felt so humiliated from crying in front of her that I gave up and went back to my seat, before she finished the sentence. With my remaining hand, I wiped some of my tears away, looking down in order not to see if anyone else was laughing. I didn't even think about removing my hand from my crotch. Before I even sat down, he asked - What happened? - I am going to pee my pants! - I whimpered between my sobs. - It's ok! If... - It's not ok! Everyone is going to laugh at me!" - Even if anyone does, you have nothing to be embarrassed of! You held it as long as you could, but everyone, no matter how strong, has a limit! - Aren't you going to be embarrassed of being next to me? - Of course not, I just don't want you to suffer anymore! Just think how much better you will feel... It was the only thing I could think about. About all of the tension leaving my body as I relieved myself, about the strangely comfortable warm wetness, about finally being able to relax. I would feel so fucking good to just PEE In my defense, I resisted the idea for a good ten seconds, and finally decided to pee "a little bit to relieve the pressure". My crotch was already visibly wet, and little more pee wouldn't hurt, as I thought. The moment I let go was one of the best sensations I'd ever felt. I had forgotten what it was like NOT to be desperate, and it was even better than I remembered. Muscles that I didn't even realize were tensed up were able to relax for the first time since the nightmare began. I realized I had been panting, and could finally take a deep breath. "It couldn't hurt to pee for another two seconds...” I thought. I threw my head back and my eyes rolled over as I stopped caring about the embarrassment. I was even getting used to the feeling of warm wetness, which felt utterly humiliating just a couple seconds ago. I should have done this before! "Fuck this feels so GOOD" About five seconds in, I realized I wasn't going to stop peeing any time soon, and let it all out at full force. It started making a slight hissing sound, which, by that point, didn't disturb me. I looked down at the mess, and my pee was pooling between my legs so fast that it was about to overflow and fall on the ground. I spread my legs, giving more room for the little pool, and covered the whole seat. The shallower parts of the pool were absorbed, but it was still growing with my torrent of pee. This awakened feelings I hadn't thought about in decades. The idea that wetting myself could feel kind of nice was surreal, but somehow oddly familiar at the same time. It was like dipping into a warm bath after a long and exhausting day at work. Then the plane rocked, sending my pee flying through the air. Most landed back on me, wetting the front of my pants, and some of my shirt. Some landed on Steve's thigh, and although he pretended not to notice, I started begging for forgiveness. - Oh God I'm so sorry I can’t believe it I’m so disgusting - It’s ok honey I began to slip back to reality, and remember it was considered a little weird to piss your pants in public and get off on it. What was I thinking? Did I really just forget my potty training? I felt disgusting. Not only because I was soaked with my urine, but because there was something deeply wrong with me. Why was I enjoying it, even as I thought about how disgusting it was? Was I *really* enjoying it, or did my brain trick me into believing I was, so my bladder wouldn't explode? Would it even matter? It was probably a weird physiological thing. When I finally stopped peeing, I thought, this confusion would lift, and I would be horrified at what just happened. When my bladder was about halfway full, my puddle of pee was so wide it was almost spilling over. I spread my legs even more, and as my stream began to taper off, the lake began to recede. I was relieved the experience was ending, but on some level disappointed. On some level I thought it’d be funny if it spilled, but the rational part of my brain was outraged that I even considered that. With my bladder no longer bursting, I was a different person. The pleasure disappeared, and I felt ashamed. I tried to remember if I knew anyone who'd had a humiliating accident like mine, and I couldn't. For everyone else, peeing is a simple matter: you feel an urge and hold it until an appropriate time. You just hold it. It's not supposed to be a difficult. But not for me, of course not. For me, holding it is a struggle for dear life. Time and time again, I find myself pee dancing like a baby, letting everyone see how pathetic I am, and now the worst case scenario just happened. I peed my pants. The whole plane must reek of urine by now. My white pants are so drenched they are transparent. When I get up, everyone will see the unmistakable wet patch of a pee accident. He awkwardly tried to break the glass: - You really had to go, right?” - I am not finished. - Ok, uhh, take your time" There was no puddle anymore, and the stream had slowed down to a trickle, but I was still peeing, after God knows how long. The seat was almost completely soaked, and parts of my pants were beginning to feel cold. I knew I would miss the warmth. Tears began to well up again, and I had no strength to hold them back. Why would I be embarrassed of crying, right after completely wetting myself? I couldn’t help thinking about the time this happened in middle school. The entire class made fun of me for years. My "friends" were embarrassed of being seen with me. My brother continues to "tease" me for it even today, and if I tell him how much it hurts, I'll look even more pathetic. And that's because I was a child. Now I was a grown adult. I started sobbing loudly. Steve tried to lay his hand on my shoulder, and I moved away. - I'm so sorry this ... - I am so disgusting! - You are not. This could happen to anyone, and it doesn't make you any less worthy. - But this is so embarrassing! - Why is it? - What do you mean? Because it's something babies do, because you're supposed to hold it as long as you need!? - No one can hold "as long as they need". Everyone has a limit, and past that point, you lose control of your bladder. - But I could've held it longer, if I wasn't so lazy! I wanted to pee so bad that I just stopped holding for a moment, but I couldn’t stop. - Don't talk about yourself like that! If this happened to a friend of yours, would you insult them, or would you try make them feel better? - I'd be nice, I guess... - What if I told you that you already have a friend who had an accident like yours? - Seriously? How old were you? - 21 - Oh God! - Yeah, I was on a bus, going back home after work. I already had to pee when I got on, and then it got stuck on a traffic jam. When I realized I wasn't going to make it, I got off on the next stop and peed my pants almost immediately. So what? Are you going to breakup with me now that you know I'm a disgusting pants pisser? - No! - And I don’t even have an excuse like yours! Even if this happened every day, you would have no reason to be embarrassed. Those kids in middle school treated you like that because children are evil. In real life, it is no big deal. - I am just dreading the moment when I have to stand up... - Are your pants all wet, or just your thighs? - Just my thighs. - So why don't you tie my hoodie around your waist when we get up? - Yes, that'd be great! And what if I spilled some juice on my lap to hide the smell? - Yeah, sure! And what if we asked if they have another seat for you? - Don't bother, it'll only be another hour, and besides, I don't want to ruin another seat. - Are you going to be comfortable? - I think I'll be fine!
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  11. Quite a big one this time! I must admit I'm not particulary happy with this illustration. I had a hard time getting the women's facial features right and unfortunately their faces don't look very accurate. I still hope you like it nontheless, I'll try to make it better next time 😉
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  12. I had a little break from posting for a couple weeks due to not having much free time, so tonight I felt like having a little fun and holding. I started drinking tea maybe around 7pm, I had 3 large teas and me and the bf were chilling in bed. I was wearing my light grey yoga/cycling shorts and felt really naughty and was teasing my bf a lot and he was trying to help me hold it. So I made him put his head between my legs and he tried to help me hold it as long as possible by pressing his hand into my crotch. I couldnt hold it for long as think my bladder gets used to knowing I'm going to pee soon as soon as I put a towel on the bed 🤭 so I was desperately squirming. Eventually I let out a little spurt into his hand while he still had his head between my legs, then after a few more minutes I just let go in them in bed and totally wet myself in his face. He took his hand away and I just wrapped my legs around his head and full let go. Omg it was sooo hot totally peeing myself with pure pleasure while pulling his face towards my very warm soaked crotch with my thighs! He kept his head between my legs while I wet myself right there in his face, then when I was finished, we took a couple photos, took them off and just hung them over my cupboard drawer to dry. I was so horny, we had some fun straight away, I might put them on again later when I need to wee again...😉 Heres a few pics of the aftermath, then I still needed to pee a bit more so I got on all fours, and just let the rest of my pee go in them and made my bf take photos! I guess it's time to drink some more tea now... 😉 Who else is having a naughty wet weekend? 💖
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  13. Honestly so thankful at how nice the people I've met on here have been. Least creepy pee site I've been on tbh lol.
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  14. KAYAPO

    From the album: Ethnic Bladders

    A rather unusual ritual. - KAYAPO Tribe Location: Amazon (Central Brazil)
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  15. 5,082 downloads

    In this JAV a schoolgirl is given a drink that someone spiked with a Diuretic. On her way home the drug takes full effect and she has to try and endure the ride without wetting herself. This isn't the full JAV I am missing about 20 minutes If I come across the rest I will upload it later on. Enjoy
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  16. So, you know how the scariest thing that can happen even to us is to be in plain view of mixed company having totally and obviously wet yourself? What will people think? Well, apparently the answer is “not very much.” To recap, the previous evening, I’d had too much soda, couldn’t find anywhere to duck into in an unfamiliar city, and ended up going in my pants in the car. The following morning, I woke up so desperate I didn’t even make it across my room before my morning pee happened in my PJs. So, later that day, yet again, I’d had a lot of soda to stay alert for a long trip, and I was having to pee a lot. I hadn’t replaced my spare clothes from the day before, because of course that wasn’t going to happen again so soon, right? I can control myself, right? Just how my pants ended up in a soggy state is pretty much the same as in part one. In an area I didn’t know well enough to find a corner store with an open bathroom, my need increased until I was trying to find somewhere, anywhere, with enough cover to go, or at least let out enough that I would then have time to find a more appropriate place. However, it’s also an area I didn’t know well enough to find that, either. As I clenched for all I was worth, held myself with my hands, and kept looking, I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as I continued to look for cover. To be this desperate, yet again. But surely I’d find someplace. It’s not like I was some incontinent toddler who can’t control myself. I’d just keep looking and in a couple minutes, I’d… surely… Cue the spreading warmth, my lap filling like a bowl until the pee poured over the sides of my legs and under my butt. And so, for the third time in 24 hours, I struggled uselessly to hold my pee as my clothes darkened and the lovely warm feeling I’d have enjoyed if not on cloth seats continued to grow and spread. I frantically kept looking around for nonexistent cover as the pee flowed, and then decided that since I am obviously some incontinent toddler who can’t control myself, I’d just let it finish. I stopped trying to hold it and had a long pee all over myself and my seat - it went on longer than I’d thought and I did end up kinda wishing that, like the first time, I’d have pulled over at the first opportunity and at least wet just my pants and not the seat. That’s when I realized I didn’t have anything to change into. I still used the shop towels to sop up the pee (two full rolls; I also used a color-safe carpet cleaner later; no pee smell that I can detect, thankfully! It also helps that I use scotchguard on the seats every so often, so liquids don’t sink in as readily.) And then came the “fun part.” I had to go get dry clothes, and I didn’t have all day to do it, so… yeah. I had to go into a store totally soaked. I was in no hurry to get there, looking it up on my phone and then doing 30 MPH the whole way whenever no one was behind me, but… well, I had to pee again, so I finally had to go there at a normal pace for the sake of my poor seats. It’s funny, psyching myself up to go in had the opposite effect. Everything I told myself to try and calm down only made my heart pound faster as it meant that I was Really Doing This. Brain: Nobody knows you here. Nobody’d recognize you if they saw you tomorrow. Heart: thud thud thud thud thud Brain: The worst they can do is tell you you can’t go in. There’s no real risk here. Heart: THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD Brain: Every last one of them has probably had accidents before, or seen someone, or gotten so close that they know it could happen. Heart: THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!!! Brain: You know, if you faint, you’re probably going to pee yourself again. So, heart pounding, and breathing so heavily I start to get lightheaded and see pretty colors at the edge of my vision (then forcing myself to stop, and ending up holding my breath until I see different pretty colors; then repeat the whole cycle again!) I get out of the car, walk between the cars to hopefully go unseen, but soon it’s just me, the door, and everyone walking in/out of it with nothing between me and them. There was no not knowing what happened - I was equally soggy front and back because my legs had been together while I’d struggled to hold it and I hadn’t really thought to change positions when I gave up and finished wetting myself. I was OBVIOUSLY someone who hadn’t made it to the potty, there was nothing else it could be. I walk in and try to be inconspicuous. …I suck at that. I had my hands clenched and at my side, hunched forward, eyes darting back and forth to try and see where everyone else is looking in case anyone was staring at me… But nobody looked. I got inside, hoping the staff would be understanding, ready to plead my case to be allowed inside to get some dry clothes, rehearsing it in my head over and over so I’d be able to speak when the time came. …And the one near the door just said some generic welcoming-in-a-customer line while barely looking my way. Oh, it gets better. I had no idea where anything was, so it wasn’t just an in-and-out thing like it’d be somewhere I knew. No, I had to look high and low for clothes, and then find some that weren’t too expensive. I walked past dozens of people, and again had to remember to try and breathe as normally as I could. Whenever I’d thought that I’d found a path I could take and be mostly blocked by items, it wouldn’t be long before there’d be even more people there. And… none of them looked up. By this point, I was almost annoyed. I’d gathered my courage as if I’d been planning to cross a war zone, and it had been ridiculously hard. And nobody was noticing. Nobody looked at me twice; hardly anyone looked at me once! Hello, everybody! I’m in totally soaked pants and so nervous that the wetness HAS to mean the only thing it could possibly look like anyway! Somebody notice, laugh, tell me I’m gross, feel sorry for me, ANY of the things it took me so long to psych myself up for to make myself go inside! Is even one person going to do any of the things I nearly fainted thinking about just five minutes ago? Well, I guess not. I found the clothes at the BACK of the store, got the cheapest thing that fit me, and had to go back to the counter. By now, I’d gotten a bit braver; walked down the main aisle just to see if anyone would say anything! I can’t say not one head turned to face me, so maybe someone took notice of it, but nobody said anything or acted like they’d just seen something unusual. I listened closely for anyone to be laughing or talking about someone’s wet pants after they’d passed me, but nothing either. Of course, it was busy enough that there was a decent line. I’m not surprised nobody in front of me looked back, but nobody behind me, the one time I glanced, were looking my way either. The cashier also paid no attention to the hyperventilating shopper with soaked pants who was buying nothing but fresh ones. Well, no more attention than it took to ring them up. Geez, do I have a Star Trek cloaking device on me or something? Nobody at all noticed my soggy jeans, or seemed to! It feels so stupid to be annoyed that nobody noticed, but psyching myself up to do it was really hard, and I’d looked forward to reporting the results here. But nobody paid it any mind and it could’ve been any other shopping day. I changed in the bathroom, used the toilet there so I wouldn’t do it in the car again, and went on my way. By then I was wondering what it would take to get someone to say something. If (let's face it, when) I have to do it again someday, I think I'll ask staff where the clothing section is, or at the door for permission to go inside. Sorry if that makes for an anticlimactic story. Really, just how anticlimactic it all was is what boggles my mind!
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  17. Title tells it all Warning: nudity at the end Tgirl Pees her White Panties - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  18. View File ⭐ Peeing My Knickers On All Fours Then Naked Wet Pussy Play In Bed *nudity* *nudity warning* In this video, I had been outdoors wetting myself literally all day long whenever I felt the urge to pee. I peed maybe 4 times in them earlier throughout thr day so they were already saturated! 😋 I kneel on the bed, start peeing, then get on all fours and give you a close up view of the pee streaming out my knickers in the bed! Then I turn around and show my wet crotch, then wee in them some more, letting it all trickle down my legs and wet the bed! Then I take them off and lay back on the bed and start playing with my wet pussy. I let another dribble out which runs down my already very wet pussy and then start turning myself on even more with my fingers 😉 I hope you all enjoy this video. It is from last year so sorry if anyone has seen it before. I just wanted to post because I just love wetting these tight grey pineapple knickers! 😋💖 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 02/22/2021 Category AliceWetting  
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  19. 1,565 downloads

    Yoooo someone asked for some international crotch holding wettings so here ya go. I'm not sure which JAV this is from but I think it was posted here before. This is just one of the clips from that compilation (with some re-edits to see all the angles at the same time). Enjoy! And mods, please dont block me if this isn't OK. I read the rules and I think this is fine... but if not just tell me and take down please.
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  20. I have also done this a few times to extend some playtime fun. The cold I have found warms up quickly if snug. Or if wet again soon 🙂 There is also I think a part of me that wants to wear a womans diaper after she has wet it. Kind of a fringe excitement thing for me. Not a fave but something that seems exciting to me.
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  21. i did this when i tried drynites for the first time(i still do). feels amazing and it's a somewhat naughty taboo that turns me on. one of my fantasy is a girl using her diaper and when she finished she puts it on me
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  22. I've been trying to upload that zip file and it hasn't been working so I've founds something better... A public google drive with a bunch of sundoll videos (and other messing videos). There's a lot of stuff in here, so hopefully it has something for everyone. https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1GQ_yCXwIrRwv1P8gOvVsJPUFEDEPDNWn?usp=sharing P.S I haven't looked through all of this, it's possible there's some more intense scat stuff, I don't know
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  23. I also love it when: 1) The woman is doubled over/ holding herself while looking for spot to urinate because she has too pee too badly to stand up straight. 2) The woman pulls down her pants, but she has a shy bladder and can only manage a few drops or a trickle even though she clearly is extremely desperate to attempt urinating in public. Eventually she gets embarrassed and pulls her pants back up unrelieved and still frantic for a bathroom. 3) The woman is interrupted, her stream freezes, and she cannot finish relieving herself. 4) The woman's pee stream starts the moment her pants are clear of her pussy before she is even squatting down, and she throws back her head and sighs with relief. 5) The woman has a small wet spot on her panties/ pants because she was spurting pee while looking for a place to urinate. 6) The woman's desperate pee stream is so strong that she splashes pee/ mud all over her shoes/ pants
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  24. Here is a different video than I've seen posted by the same girl, same hallway in background too, plant added though. The past video you posted just shows a sad face and this message "Sorry, we can't show this content because you do not have permission to see it." It happened on the last to replies the video itself shows up as black with no time, no video for me. Hope this one can be seen I'm posting. Hot Blonde Pisses her Pants.mp4
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  25. Now that I've moved back to my student house I'm hoping to get back to writing this regularly in the near future! Ideas (and time to write) are much easier to come by up here.
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  26. View File Indonesian Vlog - with Wetting, Peeing, Pooping, and Bedwetting Following up on this thread: Which introduces us to a lovely content producer who shoots longer ~20 min vlogs about her life, and a significant portion of them have her doing 'challenges' that almost always involve a bathroom (visiting a public bathroom, visiting the men's bathroom, pooping in a public bathroom, etc.). There is a lot of other content of her going about her day and talking about things. Few of the clips actually show her peeing, the ones that do show her peeing through clothes - most show her face as she uses the washroom. There's also an adorable one where she wakes up after having wet the bed. If there are any folks who speak Indonesian (I think that's the language), please please please help translate this one, it was adorable 🙂 Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/12/2021 Category Female  
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  27. Collection of art I've commissioned of mine and @Zest's characters over time. Artists will be credited in each piece.
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  28. Some years ago, I had been on a hiking trip on the weekend with some friends. On Sunday afternoon we were on our way back home and sitting in a train while waiting for it to start. That line we were on only connects the remote place where we had finished our trip to the next station. The ride between those two station takes about 45 minutes, so there are no toilets on the train. There are two rails with one train on each, so while one is going up the other one is going down and so on. That means at each station a train starts only once per hour. Out train was already full. While we were sitting there and waited for our departure, I was looking out of the window across the other rail and noticed a scene that was happening on the other platform. Among the people who were waiting for the next train was a young couple, a guy and a girl, about twenty years old I guess. The girl had brown dread locks. She was wearing outdoor clothing and carried a backpack, while the guy, with short dark hair and glasses, only wore some colorful shorts and a t-shirt. He was even bare foot. And he was doing a full pee dance! He stood there squirming and fidgeting, marching on the spot, bending forward, lifting up his knee across the other leg. He even repeatedly reached down with his right hand, grabbed and gave himself a few quick squeezes. Damned, he looked really desperate, on the verge of losing control! And didn’t seem to care that all people who sat on the same side of the train as me could look straight at him and watch him pee dancing and holding himself. I was not the only one who had noticed it. I could here someone in the group next to us say something like: “Look at that lad over there! He seems to need a wee really urgently!” I watched for several minutes as he went on marching, crossing his legs and holding himself, while he occasionally exchanged a few words with his companion. Apart from that she stood there quite motionless. Then our train finally departed and I don’t know what happened to them. But I know that if they stayed there and waited for the next train, he would have had to hold it for at least another hour and 45 minutes until he could get to a toilet, and that seemed pretty much impossible telling by his state. But I still ask myself what had happened there. Where had they come from and how did they get into that situation? Did he make it to the loo in time or did he wet himself? What was the relation between the girl and him? How was she feeling about his situation? Did she have to pee too? I guess I will never know the answers.
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  29. I know this will probably be judged, but it's okay I'm used to that. I'm deeply ashamed of my kink. I have prayed to a God I don't even believe in to free me from it. I've been single all my life because I dont have the courage to face it and I have a deeply ingrained fear of rejection. It stems from childhood. There were many things that happened while I was growing up that messed with my head. When I was eight, I was molested by a friend of my best friend's dad. I never said anything or went to the police because he was a cop. I was afraid, and still am to this day. The man passed away from suicide when I was seventeen, and his family was innocent, so I didn't want them to lose their pension, plus the massive scrutiny I'd be under for accusing a small town good ol boy cop of such a heinous crime. I'd be a pariah. On top of that, when I was growing up my brother was a bedwetter, and I used to sneak into his pullups and wear them around the house. When my mom found out, she shamed me and humiliated me in front of my father, who seemed to disagree with her methods, but never did anything to stop it. Then, when I would wet my pants, it was horrible. She stripped me naked, and forced one of my brother's pullups on me, and locked me in my room for hours. So much for such a little kid. As an adult, I'm pretty damaged. The only thing that would EVER help me face it and come to terms would be to find a compassionate, patient and lovingly understanding woman who is into the same things I am. I promise this is not some sob story to get laid, sex would NOT be an option for long time. I have to build trust with her, know she would never shame me or reveal my secret to anyone, and is okay with me taking it glacially slow. I need this. Honestly, even if she's just a friend, that would be okay. But it would have to be in person. I've tried connecting online, but it wasn't enough. If I dont face it, and I get confronted before I'm ready, it could be dangerous. To the world, to me, and possibly to the survival of our species (not really lol. I'd most likely shut down, flip out and end up in a mental hospital longer than I was in before). Yeah what a catch right? This is probably a turn off for a lot of women. But even if it didn't work out, dating someone like me even for a short time would be enough for me to come to terms and accept myself and live my life. Please DM me if you're a woman from washington state in the US. I need a friend at least.
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  30. 1,301 downloads

    So... this was basically my first water enema. I've had a couple of those small enemas and suppositories you can get from a drugstore, but I've never tried a proper water enema like this before. I thought I knew what to expect, but I was surprised how fast and easy the water went in, and how full I felt after only a few cups. I still got the usual stomach cramps though and the release was... well, just as messy as I had thought. In the end I had my diaper full of mushy poo, but I think it was worth all the cleanup. ;3
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  31. One of my own coming home from school comes to mind, last year of primary so about 12, got home and no one in, needing quite a bit but not an emergency, was waiting for mum to get home probably from shops, if I get really desperate I can go in the field behind the row of houses, a neighbour across the road arrives home with her daughter a year older than me and notices me, she enquires my situation and strongly suggests I wait in their house, glass of lemonade and a biscuit, I accept and go over, were in the living room and the girl gets out a board game while the mother prepares dinner in kitchen, as time goes on we’re playing the game on the floor I’m wiggling around, changing position a lot as I’m now really desperate but pee shy, I can’t bring myself to ask if I can use the loo, the girl doesn’t notice or doesnt say anything, I’m hoping she notices I’m needing and just asks if I want to go to the toilet then I will but she doesn’t ask, now I’m needing quite bad I’m standing up jiggling around only going down to play my shot at the game then back up pacing and jiggling trying not to show how bad I need to go, im looking out the window to see if my mums home yet but she isnt, then the girls mother comes into the living room as I’m looking longingly out the window as I’m shuffling around can’t help but pinch myself a few times, the woman startles me as I didn’t notice her come in she asks if any signs of mum home yet I just say no not yet, she notices my predicament right away and to my embarrassment says out loud in front of the girl ‘ you poor thing if your desperate to use the loo you dont need permission to use it just go, here it’s just down the hall I will show you’ I follow her doing a desperate walk to the toilet where she walks me all the way to the toilet entrance and stands at the open door showing me in with her outstretched arm, I’m bursting and doing a squirm as I shuffle onto the tiled floor as she smiles at me and reaches it to close the door slowly behind me all the while I’m dying for her to go away, there was no need for her to go all the way to the door with me, I can close the door myself so I can start to undo my trousers and pee, when my mum got home she walked me over and explained how she was so happy to have watched over me for her, made sure I had a drink and something to eat and apologised for not showing me where the loo was when I first went over in case I needed to use it while I waited and she was only glad to have noticed later i was showing signs of Needing to go so she could show me where the loo was to make sure the rest of my wait was comfortable as I was obviously too shy to ask, so embarrassed.....
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  32. Heres another longer video of me wetting these knickers yet again in bed while my boyfriend massages me for anyone who hasnt seen it 💖 I really have trashed these knickers many times now! 😉
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  33. Maybe not "explode" but I do like hearing a girl say "I'm about to burst!" But only if she does, and of course I'm sure by "burst/explode" we all mean wet themselves. In real life though, unless she didn't mind or was into omo, I'd want her to make it.
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  34. Usually people are pretty understanding. I get the obvious teasing every now and then.
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  35. Long story short, she didn't make it. Thanks to Ugogogesik for the art

    © Danbooru.donmai.us

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  36. I totally forgot one! Boats. In my younger days we would go fishing periodically with friends who had a boat. We would be out for easily 5 hours, and it was totally normal to just pee off the side of the boat. I was always in a group with just guys, but I there were definitely women out there. In the summer, it wasn't uncommon to see someone jump in the water then get back in the boat about a minute later - it was obvious what they were doing. When it wasn't as warm, this wasn't practical. I saw a few times where women either ran to the boat house when they docked or ran to the shore to hide behind a bush. There was one time where I swear a woman peed off the side of the boat, but I was too far away to tell. Another time, we went on a whale watching tour on Vancouver Island. It was an amazing trip and we got up close with a pod of Killer Whales, all in a much smaller boat that your typical whale watching boat. While it was advertised that it had a bathroom, it was so small that it made an airport bathroom lock massive. Basically, it was a tiny changing room where a kid would be cramped, with a porta-potty inside. https://www.scarabjetboats.com/us/boat/255-id. My mom wasn't happy about it, but used it anyway. There was another couple along with us and she absolutely wouldn't use it. We had been out for 5+ hours before we headed back and she was absolutely miserable. The guide kicked it up to max for the trip back, which was over 50 MPH, and let me tell you it was rough. Poor woman was bent double the whole way, and couldn't stand up straight when we docked as she hobbled to the bathroom.
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  37. 2020 and 2021 are proving good years, despite the amateur purges: Raya Rai: Standing Piss through Fly https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fded00fe57c1 Target Practice https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f6a74ce7bcc6 POV Pissing through Fly https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ee6c7c31a590
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  38. I went to a school disco at my friends school we were 12, we were drinking soft drinks and dancing with girls to the loud music, it was amazing I was so excited to be chatting and dancing with the girls, the hall was dark with the flashing disco lights on, we were all intermingling and dancing then sitting at the tables chatting having a great time, i was with this one girl I had been dancing with she was special I really liked her, i had felt the need to pee for a while now as I realised I was squirming in my seat a good bit as we chatted as I hadn’t been to the toilet once yet and the soft drinks naturally made me need to pee, my pee shyness prevented me from excusing myself and going to find the toilet so I continued to hold on squirming on my seat, she grabbed my hand and pulled me up to dance again, I wasn’t as bad now I was up on my feet dancing I was still aware I was really needing the toilet but tried to ignore it for as long as possible or until I got a chance to slip out the hall to go find where they were, we dancedfor a few songs then joined the others sitting at the tables, my squirming returned as I sat there getting concerned now about my need to pee, i was sitting trying to behave normally but my legs were scissoring open and shut as I sat on the edge of the seat, I was doing a good job keeping my enormous need to pee in check, it must have been obvious to all I was bursting but no one said anything, the girl got up with others to dance again this time I declined, I had decided I had to find the toilet urgently now, I got up and walked out the door into the corridor, to the right were glass fire doors the corridor beyond in darkness, I went left towards the front entrance the way we came in, i was squirming as I walked hands in pockets squeezing myself now I was so desperate, through the next fire doors the corridor opened up to the main foyer janitors office to the left which I suddenly realised was the toilet for use, a line of about 5 kids boys and girls waiting to use the only toilet available marshalled by a female school teacher, she saw me arrive and said if I was looking for the toilet wait in line, I knew I couldn’t stand in the line without doing a serious pee dance and was shocked I wasn’t able to walk right into the toilet to pee as I was expecting I just said I would come back later, I did a u turn and walked back up the corridor through the doors towards the hall, I had left it too long, what was I going to do, I couldn’t go back in the hall an accident to my shock was going to happen any minute, my squirming walk hands in pockets holding myself wasn’t going to hold back my pee much longer, i walked past the hall to the set of fire doors that led to the corridor in darkness, i was walking up on my tip toes now grasping at myself squirming realising I had seconds before I couldn’t do any more to hold back my pee I was holding my breath, next breath and the floodgates would be open, I pushed the door, it swung open into the dark corridor just the moonlight coming through the glass windows for light, chairs were stacked against the windows I was frantic to find a place to pee, there was a gap in the columns of chairs a few meters up I did a frantic pee dance as I headed for the gap undoing my trousers I just made it in the gap as I pulled my trousers away to free me just in time as I started to pee full force into the gap, i was so relieved I was able to pee in the dark corridor and shocked at the size of the puddle, i rejoined the hall so relieved, that was the closest call I may have ever had,
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  39. DLEE-081

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    This is a 6 part series of Jav's I came across recently of OL's getting desperate on the streets and trying to find somewhere secluded to go before it's too late and the subsequent accidents that take place. The actual wettings are well fimed in close up.
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  40. Hi, did you ever find the 2 vids? They have been really great!
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  41. Yeah, that sounds very much like "Ginger - To pee or not to pee" from Bound2Burst.
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  42. She just got back from getting books from the library her class. But she needs to pee, her class isn't that long, right? Thanks to Ugogogesik for the art

    © Danbooru.donmai.us

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  43. 921 downloads

    Maybe you can rest in my bed tonight? Brother watching me pee. What are you doing in here..? Get out i need to pee, don't be weird just leave. Come on your my brother we don't pee in front of each other! Argh I can't hold it, it's trickling out! All my homework!? Really just to watch me pee... gosh your weird, come on then. Watch my piss. Enjoy!
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  44. Hot public jeans wetting I found on VK. Haven't seen it before, hopefully new to everyone. Jeans pee on Ferris wheel.mp4
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  45. A pic of my extremely full bladder 😅
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  46. I'm pretty private about omo in real life so I very much doubt I'd have the confidence to attend. On the other hand it sounds like such a great fantasy. I wonder if a club or group already exists somewhere? I just think it would be cool to have a large group of people get together to be desperate, chatting about it, leaking, wetting one after the other as everyone's desperation grows. Sounds like heaven to me! xx
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  47. Just realized I never answered your question. I always remove my shoes upon entering my apartment, and the slight neglect I showed my bladder caused a couple more tiny rivulets to roll down my legs and dampen my socks and trickle lightly against my shoes. I always wear sneakers and that’s what I had on at this time as well. I don’t really find it necessary to make separate posts about other near accidents or outright wettings, so it makes the most sense to continue posting them here. Also, final note, I like writing kinda detailed and almost plot-like regardless of this being a work of non-fiction so apologies in advance in case that rubs anyone here the wrong way. Desperate Breakfast I was single at this point and being a single woman in her early late teens/twenties and with dating apps as rampant as they are, I was going on a lot of dates. I squeezed them in whenever I could. With around 1,000 tinder matches, working part-time, and going to school full-time, this left me with a very limited calendar. In hopes of being accommodating, Alex offers to take out for breakfast at 7am knowing I don’t have work until 9:30 that day. I agree. The day arrives Alex picks me up and begins driving. I ask where we’re going and he says it’s a surprise. He states that the restaurant is a bit of a hole in the wall but assures me that I’ll love it. We drive further away from my place and closer towards my job. Then we pass my job until we arrive at the restaurant. I look at the clock and mentally note that we are about 25 minutes away from my job. We walk inside and are quickly seated. He orders French toast, I request waffles. We both order coffee. I drink and eat nonchalantly as we chat. Breakfast ends in about an hour but neither or us are ready to end the date yet and I still have two hours before work. He suggests we go for a walk and I agree. We walk for a few minutes until heading inside a coffee shop. I was enticed because they were advertising lavender lattes and I’m always searching for the best one. Knowing that caffeine rushes straight to my bladder, I intend to order the smallest size as I always do. Alex headed to the counter before me and ordered for both of us. He requested they gave me the largest size lavender latte. I didn’t say anything because why would I and besides there were bathrooms here at the coffee shop. After we grabbed our drinks, he gestures towards the door. I reluctantly head outside again with him as we continue our walk. Some more time elapses, we sit on a bench, and we are both feeling something, and he leans in to kiss me. This continues for a period of time, both wrapped into each other. I’m indifferent towards public displays of affection so I don’t mind, but it’s still early enough that no one else is really walking around anyway. Everything comes to a close when it begins raining lightly. He grabs his phone to look at the weather and checks the time, eyes widening. Alex turns to me and states, “Oh shit, we better head back”. I look at my own phone and notice that it reads 9:05. He’s rushing back to his car and as I hurriedly jump off the bench, I feel my bladder sloshing. I notice my half-full latte cup and begrudgingly grab it with me. I try to keep up with Alex’s pace as best I can, pausing occasionally to squeeze my thighs together until we reach his vehicle. The time now reads as 9:10. Alex apologizes again as I reassure him it is fine. He begins driving and the movement is driving me crazy. My bladder is sloshing, I grip the sides of the seat as casually as possible. My thighs are pressing together as I swear at the seatbelt compressing my bladder. Alex and I continue charting as if all is normal for a few minutes until I am noticeably less attentive. The rain is mocking me. I try not to look out the window, but I can’t help it. I hear it hitting the car and audibly whimper. He places his hand on my thigh. Alex asks what’s wrong and I tell him nothing. Being pee-shy, I avoid telling people when I need to go whenever possible. He can tell I’m lying and presses for an answer, asking if I needed anything. I exasperatedly say, “I’m fine, I just need to pee”. I try to sound casual despite being able to feel myself blushing. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I feel even worse now.” Alex states. I tell him that it’s fine. He asks if he should pull over. My mind briefly entertains the thought but decided that arriving to work on time was more important and I didn’t want to have to ask my date to pull over just because I couldn’t hold in my urine. I mean, I’m 19 I should be able to hold on. More time passes, the rain hits heavier. His hand is still on my thigh. I shift, hoping to seem casual. I don’t. Alex speaks again and looks at me sympathetically, “I’m really sorry about the rain. Are you sure I shouldn’t find a place to pull over?” I blush again, feeling silly that my potty dance was this apparent. “No!” I exclaim, a little too quickly. “I promise I don’t even need to go that badly”. We exchange a brief look, both knowing I’m lying. He merely shrugs and continues driving. A few more minutes pass and I can see my job in the distance. My legs are tighter than they’ve ever been before, my hands are fists, and my entire body is shaking ever so slightly. I’m chewing on my bottom lip and my breaths are staggered. “If you could um..please hurry” I mumble. We finally arrive at my workplace and I make an audible sigh of relief. Alex chuckles. We made it with 10 minutes to spare. I can tell that he wants a departing kiss and at first, I lean in to give it, but my bladder protests violently. Knowing that it is this close to a toilet seemingly magnified the desperation. I sheepishly said, “Give me one moment” and excused myself from the car. I sprinted into the nearby ladies restroom, ripped down my jeans, slid off my panties, and began furiously pissing into the toilet. I glance down at the underwear between my legs and notice a faint wet spot. I hadn’t even felt anything come out. Upon finishing, I exit the stall and wash my hands before exiting my workplace again and heading back into Alex’s car. “Someone looks relieved”, he remarks and I smile, “You have no idea.” We kiss and depart as I head into work and punch in just before my shift starts. Edit: Added a couple extra details after finding an old text thread back when I told a friend about this incident.
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