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  1. I have shared a few of my experiences as a teacher in different threads recently but thought I would start a new thread and share some as I get time. Here’s one to get you all started: I was a supply teacher for many years (substitute teacher I think some countries call them) so I worked in many different schools. I covered the ages of 4-14 so could be anything from nursery (kindergarten) right to high school. I had periods where I was at different schools lots and then times I was doing long term cover for maternity leave or long term sickness cover. On this occasion I had been in the same smallish school for a number of months mostly in the same class but having helped cover planning time in some other classes too. I knew the building, staff and children pretty well and I was quite settled. So when it came time for a school Christmas fayre where other teachers were manning stalls, doing face painting, helping with ‘Santa’ and so on I volunteered to help in whatever capacity the Head wanted. A rota was made and my duty was assigned. I was ‘cover staff’ which meant three classes were all in my one classroom because their teachers were busy and children were continually collected and returned by parents and carers who had to sign them in and out whilst I supervised all the children. I set up the room with a Christmas movie, colouring in, Lego and a craft table and kept the children supervised all morning. When morning break came the children were not to go out as there were too many people around the school so they stayed in the class and ate snacks and drinks where they were. The children were allowed access to toilets etc though many were with their parents. Those who had no adult to go around with where taken by parent helpers or support staff but I couldn’t leave the classroom as there was always children there. I had bottled water and fruit and the lovely Head teacher made sure I also had a mug of tea too. I was aware that I should use the bathroom when lunch time came but the Head teacher popped into the room saying that the staff member who was meant to cover the children in the class eating packed lunches was still doing face painting so could I wait and she’s get cover for me as soon as possible? I wasn’t bursting so agreed this was fine and a hot meal and more tea were brought into me. As lunch time went on and most of the children went outside to play for a while I looked into the corridor to see if anyone was coming to cover me but the corridors and building were bustling with parents, kids and activities still. By this point I only had two children in the classroom who had different reasons why they couldn’t go outside to play. One found the playground too overwhelming and the other was waiting to be collected for an appointment so I was stuck in the classroom as they couldn’t be left unattended. The Head must have completely forgotten about me as before I knew it the bell went for lunch to end and the children all piled back into my classroom! By this time I really did need to use the ladies but all staff were allocated to places so I was stuck! I spent that full afternoon trying to keep on top of the children coming and going, keep them all occupied and happy when they were quite hyper with Christmas approaching and from sweets from selection boxes etc or bored of the films and Lego whilst I was also being bursting for the loo! I reminder sitting near the screen the film was on with my legs crossed bouncing them hoping someone would come in so I could rush to the ladies. Of course no-one came and my heart was racing and my back sweating holding my full bladder for over two hours and trying not to show it. I kept watching the clock wishing it would speed up! Finally 3pm came and I think the children were as excited to be leaving as I was to see them go! As soon as the last child was out my class I was at the door ready to race to the loos! But just as I stepped out the classroom and into the corridor the Head saw me and apologised that she hadn’t managed to get back to me. She stood there chatting to me about how well the fayre had gone, how much they thought they had raised and thanking me for having so many children in my class and efficiently dealing with so many in and out all day. I was nodding and curling my toes in my high heeled shoes screaming in my mind for her to move so I could get to the toilet! I was just so desperate! She was so excited I felt awful that I wanted away so badly but my bladder was throbbing so much having not been to the toilet since I had left home that morning at 8am! I couldn’t speak I was so desperate but finally she asked if I would mind staying back to help clear up and I nodded and then said very quietly ‘No problem. Just as soon as I’ve been to the ladies.’ She looked at me with sympathetic eyes and nodded saying, ‘Oh goodness! Of course! You weren’t needing to go at lunch where you? I am so sorry again that I forgot to get back to you. I just got so busy you see. I’ll let you go now shall I? Right I’ll be in the walk in cupboard clearing up after Santa if you are looking for me.’ I am afraid I was a little impolite by this pint and just nodded, bit my lower lip and marched urgently along the corridor to the staff toilets. Boy did I pee for Britain that afternoon! Teaching is a very rewarding job but getting to the loo on time is often the most rewarding part when you’ve had to hold it in so long!
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  2. Another time I was a bursting teacher... As I said I was a supply teacher which sometimes meant weeks of little to no work. During that time I tried to undertake further training opportunities and I had a particular interest in literacy in young children. I attended a number of key courses and when a new project I had worked on was launched in my local authority I was invited to tour schools and work with groups of children to further develop the materials we had been working on. It was a new way of helping children learn to read and while some staff were sceptical others were very keen to learn more. So this particular day I had three schools to visit...two before lunch and one after. Two of them were schools I had previously taught in and the final one was one I knew of but had never actually been in. I prepared and packed everything I needed and drove to the first school a few miles from my home. Having worked there before the Head teacher and assistant Head were delighted to see me again and I started the morning in the Head’s office having a lovely mug of tea while I updated her on the project. She had heard about it and her school were keen to heavily invest in it so she was thrilled to have me and even booked me to come back before I had even started working with the kids! I was shown to the class I would be working with and did a full class session up until mid morning which went brilliantly. I didn’t want to leave but unfortunately I had to and I drove to my second school of the day. Again this was one I had taught in and it was in a rougher area so I was keen to see if the children responded any differently to the materials I had. Once again I was warmly welcomed and once again I was offered a mug of tea by the management before being taken to work with the children. By this point I could feel my bladder pretty full and as I walked past some children’s toilets in a corridor I told myself I would use the staff ones prior to heading away. Again the session with the children went very well and they engaged beautifully. The class teacher was young and especially keen on the project and held me back a bit talking after the children went for lunch. Unfortunately this made me run a little late for my final school so I left and ate a banana quickly in my car and had some water before driving on to my final school. I was parked outside the last school of the day, a large inner city primary, when I suddenly realised I hadn’t been to the loo at the last school and I wished I had! I could control myself at this point but it was a niggling feeling and I thought I would ask before the afternoon session started. Unfortunately this was a new school to me and I had to sign in, show identification and wait outside an office being watched in a closed in area for security until the Head teacher was available. He was in a meeting and so I sat there waiting on an opportunity to ask the office staff member if I could possibly use the ladies but she was continually on the phone which was so annoying. I crossed my legs and tried not to think about my growing need. Eventually the Head showed someone out his office and shook my hand. I told him who I was and he nodded and checked his watch. He apologised for keeping me waiting and said the class were expecting me and asked me to follow him. I REALLY wanted to ask if I could quickly use the staff toilets but he was walking fast and I wasn’t given an opportunity to say anything! After being led down corridors, up stairs and round corners I finally stood while he knocked a door of a class and introduced me to 31 children’s faces smiling at me. That was it, I was now stuck there until 3pm and it was not even 1:45! I remember that afternoon well as I fidgeted on seats made for children and tapped my feet and crossed my legs one way then the other trying to concentrate on working with the children rather than my very full bladder. I was flustered and flushed but the teacher was marking work so thankfully didn’t notice and the children were too young and (hopefully) too engaged in the activities to really know what was going on under the desk! The last twenty minutes seemed to last forever as the pressure between my legs was so great and heavy. I had everything tensed and I was sweating. Finally the class teacher resumed control of the class and I was left to tidy up and pack away and sit at the back of the class waiting for the bell to go. I found an empty desk and sat behind it with some of the children’s work laid out on it pretending to be looking at it but secretly with a hand between my legs pressing hard to hold back the flood between my legs. All I could think about was finding the staff toilets! The bell rang and the class were dismissed and I tidied away my stuff into a bag. The teacher came over to where I was sitting and thanked me for working with the kids and handling them so well and asked how the project was going. By this point I must have been squirming more as she asked if I was ok. Embarrassed to be asked I flushed red and clambered all my things together and tried to stand up. However try and I could I couldn’t stand still and I quickly crossed my legs and apologised and very quietly and shyly said, ‘I am so sorry. This is my third school visit today and I have drank far too much tea. I didn’t get a change to use the ladies when I arrived. Could you show me where they are please?’ The class teacher was in her early forties and she smiled at me and her eyes looked at me through her spectacles. Her long wavy hair had fallen over her face so she flicked it back and commented about how teaching definitely needed a strong bladder and as she walked me to the nearest staff toilets she kept talking about how she’d spent many a time teaching with a full bladder and how awful it was which wasn’t helping me at all! It was a single stall unisex bathroom with one toilet and a small sink and I remember putting my bag of stuff on the floor and dancing a jig in absolute desperation as I pulled my dress up and my tights down and sat on that cold loo just in time! I have no doubt that the class teacher could hear me peeing outside but as embarrassed as I was I had no choice as I belted out a long continuous stream and sighed in relief at finally getting to relax. I have driven past that school several times since and every time all I remember was this time when I almost peed myself as I squirmed in a classroom of kids!
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  4. I seriously can't believe this happened! I walked to the store this evening to get a bottle of champagne. I put on a pair of black tights under my skirt because the sun went down and it's starting to get cold. One thing I love at this grocery store is that it has a cold water machine that chills your wine bottle while you shop. Unfortunately for me, water has a way of making me feel really urgent, even if I don't really have to pee that bad! So anyway, I chose my wine, set it in the cooler, and went to grab a couple more things. My bladder wasn't empty, but going to the bathroom was far from my mind. I returned to the wine cooler and checked my bottles. They weren't very cold yet, so I left them in. My fingertips were wet from checking the bottles, and that brought the first sudden wave of deseration. I instinctively tightened my muscles to avoid any leaks. I began to shift my weight from foot to foot because the sound of the water swirling made it impossible to relax. Every ounce of liquid in my bladder became very noticeable in a second rush of desperation. I was so frustrated. I barely had to go, but there I was, holding myself in public. A lady turned the corner and I quickly removed my hand to avoid embarrassment. She grabbed a red wine, and kept on her way. I decided that it wasn't worth it to stay any longer, so I reached for my bottles in the water. The machine hummed loudly, and right as my hand touched the water, my muscles gave in. I stood frozen in the aisle as a small stream of pee ran down my black tights. I slipped off my new shoes, not wanting to get them wet, and felt my underwear begin to soak. The nylons I was wearing were so tight that most of my accident was being absorbed by the fabric underneath. I stood with my legs crossed and wet my panties where I stood. I watched piss trickle down to my knee before disappearing. I was lucky that no mess had been made. Just as I went to feel the wet spot between my legs, a man turned the corner and began browsing the aisle. I nearly jumped with fear and panicked to find a way to casually grab my shoes without drawing attention to myself. I pretended to adjust the straps on them, and squeezed my legs together so he couldn't see they were wet. I slipped my shoes back on and hurried to the register. I waited in the long line for nearly 7 minutes. By this time, the champagne I had already drank this evening was beginning to catch up with me, and despite that small accident, my bladder was beginning to hurt. I paid for my items with cold nylons clinging to my legs, and left the store to walk home. I walked quickly and was aroused to feel my pussy grazing against my wet underwear with each step. I reached my apartment and was ready to burst. I knew my roommate was inside, and I couldn't bear to walk by him when I was clearly close to having an accident. I considered running in and heading straight for the bathroom, but I was so nervous that I stopped in the stairwell. I weighed my options as I began to squirm on the steps. I figured since I was wearing all black, it would be easier to hide an accident than it would be to hide my desperate run to the bathroom. I moved down to the landing closest to out door, pulled up my skirt, and wet myself on the stairs. Of course with my luck, I heard a neighbor's door. I panicked and stopped, just in case. I came inside, saw my roommate was thoroughly occupied with his game, and took a towel into my bedroom to finish ☺ 20210411_184623.mp4
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  5. A four-picture commission from Lisk, featuring Carol, the upcoming third heroine of Aquarius. Update sometime in the vague future. (Aughh..) They say curiosity killed the cat, but this was more of a self-inflicted strike. When the energetic and spontaneous young Carol Zeppelin saw Ria Carbonette head out for a lunchtime picnic with her mysterious new partner, she knew she had to act fast and investigate. Following them to the city park, Carol took cover behind a nearby wall where she could eavesdrop on their chat. Ria Carbonette, the diamond of the second-year class. Ria was already so far away from a first-year like Carol, and that's why Carol had to definitely watch, to keep an eye out for anything this new girl might bring to widen the gap further. Armed with focus, determination, and a can of soda, she began her stakeout. Carol couldn't hear the conversation perfectly, but she could track the general topics. She kept watch as the girls chatted over tea, and had their sandwiches, and their cakes. She watched the mysterious white-haired girl while Ria went to the restroom, to make sure the girl didn't do anything suspicious. She watched Ria when the other girl went to the restroom, because watching Ria was soothing and lovely. Carol needed the bathroom too: she wasn't a big girl, and combined with how long it had been since she last went, a soda was more than enough to fill her up, but she couldn't afford to loosen her surveillance. That's right, this was important. Carol pushes down the signals that the little pool between her legs keeps trying to send her, and keeps watching. More time passes. Carol's shorts feel tighter around her waist, binding her in. Luckily, since she's hidden, nobody will notice if she stands funny, or does a few embarrassing wiggles. Ria's lunch conversation goes on long, but the fact they have such a good rapport is exactly why Carol needs to keep watching. Carol fills up more and more, an shivers each time they pour themselves another cup of tea. There's a timer in her body counting down, but she reaches between her thighs and squeezes, to push the clock's hands back again and again. She really has to go, but she can hold herself at her limit-- --Or not. Carol's poor body wasn't up to the task of a high-stakes espionage mission, but the situation only sinks in for real when a jolt grips her body, and she feels drips of something hot spurt out of her and spread into her underwear- she's barely able to stop more by jerking forward and locking up. In those desperate instants, clamping down on a few hours of regrets, Carol realizes that even the slightest movement of her hips was going to send more spilling out. That's bad- that really didn't leave much choice, right? Thinking about what she had to do already made Carol want to explode from shame, but she was ever pragmatic, and hidden, and it was better than exploding any other way - she just, really, had to just pull her pants down and let go right here, it was a nice shaded spot, and it was the best way to minimize damages- Her fingers are trembling as she tries to undo her shorts, and every moment she can feel more liquid push past her defenses and spill out from her, it's hot around her thighs too- wait, what if Ria's able to hear her? Carol would die all over again- she needed to dash away and find somewhere a bit further to let it out, but-- No, too late, too late, it had to be here, hurry, too late--
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  6. Emmett was miserable. He was knock-out tired, practically asleep on his feet, late to his first class of the day, and he needed a pee. And it was all because the power had gone out at his house in the middle of the night. The outage had only lasted a few minutes, so short he’d slept through it. But, long enough for all the clocks in the house to reset, thus resulting in his alarm not waking him at the proper time. This left him with no chance to take his morning shower, the thing that got him awake enough each morning to not sleep through his first few classes. More importantly, he’d had to get dressed and out the door so fast that he hadn’t had time for his morning pee, either. He’d been so tired that he didn’t realize he’d missed that very crucial part of his morning routine until partway through the ride to school. He and his twin sister Shelby had missed the bus, of course, so his Dad had ended up needing to take them in. Dad was already annoyed about having to drive them to school, before arriving late to his job and having to explain what all had happened, so Emmett thought it would be unwise to ask Dad to turn back around just so he could use the toilet. The thing was, Emmett did not like using the toilet at school. The school restrooms were absolutely filthy and filth made him very, very anxious. He was okay going in there to wash his hands, something he needed to do multiple times throughout the day whenever anything happened that triggered his fears of sickness— Those things could range from touching a pencil someone else had been holding, accidentally touching a doorknob with his bare hand rather than the sleeve of his shirt, or feeling any stickiness beneath his hands when he laid them onto a surface. Emmett was very much a germaphobe, his fear of illness presented a constant obstacle in his life that turned it into a never-ending cycle of anxiety and obsessive washing. So, he was okay with entering the school’s restrooms to scrub his hands a million and ten times each day. He could open the door with his shirt sleeve, flick the sink on and off with his elbow, wash the living daylights out of his hands, then nudge the door back open with his foot to leave. Sometimes, he’d do the whole thing while holding his breath out of fear of breathing something in that could infect him. But, actually using the restroom was different. He’d have more things to touch. If he used a stall, he’d have to get that door open, pull the lock into place, lift the seat— see whatever horrors were underneath it… It was just too much for him to deal with, his anxiety and panic would get too high, he’d end up scrubbing his hands until they bled and even then he still wouldn’t feel clean enough. If he used a urinal… Well, the guys he went to school with seemed to have awful aim. It was almost like they were trying to miss, or something. The last time he’d been desperate enough to use the urinal at school, his shoes had actually gotten… stuck for a few seconds. It had grossed him out so much he’d wished he could burn them. When he’d gotten home he’d taken a very long shower, not leaving until his skin was rubbed raw and red. He knew his anxieties were all silly, he knew it very much. But, knowing that they were silly did not magically make them disappear. He still had to live with them, he still had to live with the things they drove him to do. He did not want to try using the restroom at school. Especially not in the morning when the whole day was still ahead of him, he knew he’d need a shower as soon as possible and wouldn’t be able to take one until after school when he went home. He’d have to feel all that awful grime on him all day, his anxiety working into over-drive and convincing him he was contaminated and infected. Sometimes, the fear got so bad he had full-blown panic-attacks. He’d already had a couple of those in class with all the other students watching so far this year, he didn’t want to do something that could trigger another. So, that left one option. He was going to hold it. He was going to hold it until he got home to his nice, clean restroom. Eight hours of school, about an hour on the bus home. Nine hours, then he could pee. Simple. He tried not to think about how the last time he’d peed had been just before bed the previous night, almost ten hours ago now. He tried not to think about how that meant he was going to go a minimum of nineteen hours without a pee. That wouldn’t be good to think about. No. He also tried not to think about how his bladder was already sending him quite a few worrying signals, confused as to why he’d already been awake for so long without emptying it. He could hold it. He had to hold it. Getting through the first class was easy enough. He paid attention to the teacher instead of his bladder and only occasionally felt the need to tap his foot. The next few classes weren’t too bad, either. Maybe he’d needed to ‘casually’ cross his legs under his desk a few times, but it wasn’t a big deal. He could hold it. He had to hold it. By the time lunch rolled around though, that was when he was really starting to feel it. The denials he kept repeating to himself were no longer working. He had to pee. He preferred to go to the library during lunch, away from other people and things that made him anxious. He decided not to eat anything today. If he did that, he would definitely have to wash his hands first. He’d been trying really hard to avoid doing that, since entering the restroom to clean his hands would mean having to see the urinals and toilets that his nervous brain had forbidden him from using. Sometimes, Shelby would find him here and join him to give him company. She teased him a lot for being so nervous, but did still love him and didn’t want him to feel lonely too often. Today was one of the days she’d decided to join him. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy about that or not. She could distract him from his building need, sure, but he also didn’t want her to notice that he was starting to get desperate. And, oh boy, was he ever starting to get desperate. The waistband of his pants was pressing very, very firmly into his bladder and suddenly his clothes were feeling way too tight. He’d been discreetly pressing his thighs against one another for a while now, trying to pin his opening shut and take at least a bit of edge off the pressure. He was annoyed with himself, too. Here he was, in very bad need of a toilet break, during lunch-time when he was free to go anywhere in the school he wanted to. He was allowed to pee, no one was stopping him from going but himself. But, his anxieties were just too strong. The thought of touching so many gross, grimy things made his brain buzz with nervous tingles. He hadn’t noticed, but he’d begun bouncing his knee as he continued listening to Shelby recount a story to him. He hadn’t been paying attention to anything she’d been saying, he’d been way too focused on the cries for relief his bladder wouldn’t stop making. Shelby suddenly stopped talking, “Um… Do you have to use the toilet or something?” she asked. Emmett felt his face turning very pink. “N—No,” he stammered. It was a pathetic denial, and utterly pointless. Shelby could always tell when he was lying. “Don’t lie to me,” she said. “We’re twins. I can tell when you have to pee. We got toilet-trained together, and I know whenever you have to pee really bad you start doing that thing with your hands.” “What thing?” Emmett asked. He hadn’t known he did a ‘thing with his hands’ when he needed to pee. “Your fingers,” She said. “You, like, drum them on your knees.” “I do?” Emmett asked. He realized then that he was, in fact, tapping his fingers atop his still bouncing knee. “Yeah, like, every time,” Shelby said. “Like I said, I can tell when you’ve gotta go.” “I do, kind of,” Emmett admitted. “We had to leave so fast this morning, I didn’t have any time to—“ “Hold up,” she held out a hand. “This morning? It’s been hours since then. Why have you still not peed?” Emmett was ashamed to give the real reason. It always made him feel like such a coward to admit that he was so scared of a few germs that he was letting that fear control all of his actions. “Um… No one would give me a pass,” he said. “It’s lunch,” Shelby pointed out. “You don’t need a pass. Go pee. You’re making me feel desperate just looking at you.” Emmett made no move to stand up. “What? Do you have to go so bad that you can’t get up?” Shelby asked. “It’s not— I just— I can’t—“ Emmett stammered. “Why not?” Shelby asked. “You’re obviously bursting. Why won’t you just—“ “B—Because the restrooms here are too gross,” Emmett said. “I don’t want to touch stu—“ Shelby slumped in her seat and released a groan. She could be sympathetic to her brother’s anxieties sometimes, but other times they just confused her. “Do you honestly think wetting yourself is gonna be less disgusting?” “I’m not going to wet myself!” Emmett said, sounding absolutely horrified by the idea. “I’ll pee once we get home.” “You can’t wait that long,” Shelby said. “It’s impossible.” “I can do it, okay?” Emmett said. “Just, let me handle this. I know my body. Now, can we please talk about something else?” Shelby sighed. She considered launching into a very, very detailed description of her favorite waterpark ride to rub in how idiotic she thought he was being, but decided against it. If her brother was bound and determined to have an accident, she didn’t want to be the driving force that made it happen. She’d prefer to be far away from him when the inevitable came to pass. Instead, she went back to the story she’d been telling earlier about her latest triumphs in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. Emmett tried to listen, and was doing a better job now than he had been earlier. He’d managed to cross his legs in such a way that his bladder felt a little less like it was going to explode. But, then Shelby said something that caused him to laugh. When he laughed, his bladder lurched and contracted and the sound of mirth rapidly transformed into a gasp of pain and surprise. His hand dove between his legs, he wasn’t thinking of how she was right there, only of how he had to stop the leak that was right at the edge of his tip from actually bursting through. Shelby was staring at him. “Um. Yeah. You gonna go take a leak now, orrrr…” “I can hold it,” Emmett said, unsure if he was really answering her or just reassuring himself. “I can hold it. Just gotta… Gotta get a handle on things for a second.” The bell rang soon after that and it was time to get back to class. Emmett stood, much too quickly, and found himself suddenly fighting against gravity. All the liquid in his straining bladder suddenly rushed downward and took an even more concentrated effort to hold at bay. He fought not to grab himself again, instead just bobbing up and down and taking short, shallow breaths. “Emmett, seriously,” Shelby said. “You’re legit hurting yourself. Just go.” “I can hold it,” Emmett said once more, which was quite a comical statement seeing as he was now in the process of a very obvious pee-dance. He swayed from foot to foot, hands fluttering near his waist as he was clearly dying to hold himself. Once he felt okay enough to walk, he and Shelby headed to class. Emmett made it through the beginning of class by twisting about in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, and hoping the desk provided enough cover that nobody noticed how tight he was gripping himself. He could not stop staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until he’d be home and could release everything that was inside him. He didn’t think he’d ever been this desperate for a pee in his entire life. He could scarcely breathe. His bladder spasmed angrily every few minutes. He had to pee, he had to pee, he had to pee. He’d had close calls before, and several desperate situations. During a school play when he was younger, he’d forgotten to pee beforehand and spent the entire performance fantasizing about getting to a toilet, tearing off his costume and unleashing a torrent. He was lucky he’d just been playing a shrub then, nobody was paying enough attention to notice he was squirming about, and there would have been no way he could have remembered any lines when all he could think about was how badly he wanted a toilet. Then, there had been the road trip he’d taken with his family. The restrooms at school were gross and he couldn’t make himself use them, but they had nothing on gas-station toilets. He’d made himself hold it all the way to their destination which was several hours from where he lived. After the first couple hours, he seriously regretted the soda he’d had to drink, and by the time they were at the hotel he’d felt like he was floating. But, neither of those occasions could compare to this. His bladder was straining against his flesh, begging to be released. It was no longer a matter of wishing that he didn’t have to hold it until he got home, it was a matter of not thinking he could hold it until he got home. Then, it happened; A spurt leaked from him. Not much, just a tiny, tiny bit. A few drops at most. But, it terrified him. He was gonna have an accident! Right here in class, in front of everyone! It was gonna be even more embarrassing than the times he’d had anxiety attacks! It was gonna be the worst thing he’d ever experienced! He couldn’t— He couldn’t do it anymore! His hand shot up. Ordinarily he was too shy to raise his hand in class, but that first spurt had been followed by a slow and steady dribble. It was coming out! He had to get to the restroom, it didn’t matter how disgusting it was. He just needed it! He needed it right now! His teacher Ms. Baker called on him, and he asked if he could please, please go use the restroom. She frowned, “This is an important class,” she said. “Everything we’re covering today is going to be on the test next week.” He’d been so out of it and focused on his need that he hadn’t even heard there was a test next week… He wanted to ask again, to say it was an emergency, but he was too embarrassed to admit to a room full of people that he was so desperate for a urinal that he was about to release his bladder into his pants. He just resigned himself to holding it until the end of class. Then, he could rush off for a much-needed pee. He began to think, to fantasize even, about how good that was going to feel. He’d walk up to the toilet, unzip and finally, finally be free from the pressure he’d been nursing all day. It would feel gross, his shoes might get slightly stuck in other people’s pee again, but his bladder would be empty and that would be the only thing to really matter. He’d just unzip and go and go and go and… Stop! He couldn’t think about that! It was making him need to pee worse, which he could hardly believe was even possible. His bladder was pounding, trying to tear its way through his flesh. He wanted to undo the button on his pants, to give it just a tiny bit more room to expand. A hand shot down to do that, as he hoped his desk gave him enough cover to get away with it unnoticed. The release of the button did help, but only for a split second, then the awful, searing, white-hot agony of pure desperation returned. He looked to the clock. There were thirty minutes left in this class. He could not do thirty minutes. His pee would come out long before then, whether he was at a toilet or not. Ms. Baker began passing out study guides and telling the class to spend the remainder of the period filling them out. He knew he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t concentrate on anything that was on the paper, nor could he pick up his pencil as both his hands were now pressed tightly between his legs and he was terrified as to what would happen if he moved them even one inch. The worst part was knowing that, ultimately, this was all his fault. He could have peed before now, he could have peed at lunch just fine. He could have peed between any of his other classes throughout the day. But, oh no, he had to let his silly little cleanliness obsession take command once again. He was so stupid! He must have been insane or something. Normal people didn’t make themselves hold their bladders to the point of agony just because they were too afraid to touch something that was dirty. Normal people peed when they had to as soon as a restroom presented itself. Now, he was going to pee himself in the middle of class, in front of everyone, getting himself much more filthy in the process than he would have been had he just used the stupid restroom. Shelby was sitting beside him in this class and she turned to face him the second their teacher had said the students were allowed to talk amongst themselves; “I hate to say I told you so, but…” She stopped herself. “Oh, wait. Scratch that. I love it; I told you so.” Emmett was not in the mood for her teasing. “Shelby, be quiet. You were right. I admit it. I’ll go as soon as this class is over.” She gave him an incredulous look. “Um… Can you make it until this class is over?” “I have to,” Emmett said. “She wouldn’t let me leave.” “So…” Shelby trailed off. “Just leave anyway?” “I can’t. I’ll get into trouble.” “The worst they can give you is a detention,” Shelby pointed out. “Isn’t that worth it not to pee your pants?” “I don’t want a detention,” Emmett said. “I’ve never had one before!” “I’ve had loads,” Shelby said. “It’s not that bad. You just have to sit there and write lines for an hour. It’s fine.” “But… I don’t—“ “I’ll go with you,” Shelby said. “Then, we’ll both get in trouble and I’ll be there in detention with you.” “No,” Emmett said. “Dad will be so angry if we’re both given detentions!” “Not if we explain that you just had to take a leak really bad,” Shelby shrugged. “He’d probably prefer you get a detention than come home in wet clothes.” “I can’t,” Emmett repeated. Shelby sighed. Once more, it was her job to save her brother from himself. She raised her hand. “Ms. Baker. Could Emmett please use the restroom? He really, really has to go.” Emmett felt his face burning red hot at her words. If admitting to a room full of people he was on the verge of an accident would have been embarrassing, having his sister do it for him was about fifty times worse. Ms. Baker looked up. She stood from her desk and approached them. She took in Emmett’s posture, his nonstop squirming, his bouncing legs, his clutching hands… She lowered her voice; “Is it an emergency?” she asked softly. Emmett gave a tiny, humiliated nod. Ms. Baker continued speaking in a hushed voice. “Well… You have never caused problems in my class before. I’ll let you leave this one time. But, in the future, please try to remember to go at lunch, alright?” Emmett gave an even smaller, even more humiliated nod before jumping to his feet. He… Should not have done that. Once more, gravity took hold and tried to force the massive tsunami of urine stretching the walls of his bladder to flood downwards. He clutched himself even tighter to keep it from pulsing out. He knew people were staring at his display, but he didn’t care anymore. His classmates seeing him do a pee-dance was certainly better than them seeing him wet himself. He took small, contorted steps to the doorway. His eyes locked onto the trash can right beside the door and for a second he was seized by the insane, disgusting fantasy of yanking his zip down right there and unleashing his torrent into the bin. He fought to banish that image from his mind as he left the room and hobbled down the hallway. He was immensely grateful this class was so close to a restroom. He knew he wasn’t going to make it very far. When he got to the restroom, he even turned the knob with his bare hand, he didn’t have the time to grasp his sleeve first. His hand felt dirty and contaminated immediately, but that wasn’t as important as making it the last few steps to the first available urinal and finally, finally just letting everything out. As soon as he was in the restroom though, he was met with one more obstacle. Devon, the boy who had seemingly dedicated his life to bullying Emmett, was exiting a stall. “Oh, hey,” Devon said. “Gonna wash your hands again?” “No,” Emmett said quietly and timidly. “I just… I have to—“ Devon seemed to notice where Emmett’s hands actually were, pressed between his clenched together thighs. “Aw,” Devon sarcastically cooed. “Poor baby can’t hold it in, can he?” Emmett bounced in place. Devon was blocking him off from the urinals he needed. “I— Please, Devon, can you bother me in a minute? I need the—“ “‘Oh, I gotta go bad!’” Devon mocked. “‘I gotta go real, real bad!’” “Please—“ “Why should I let you through?” Devon asked. Because if you don’t I’ll burst! Emmett thought. “B—Because I… I really just… Please?” “That isn’t a reason,” Devon said. “What are you gonna do for me?” “I don’t know,” Emmett said. “I— What do you want?” He could feel more pee starting to seep past his clenched hold. He was losing it. He was losing it slowly. But still, he was definitely losing it. “Not sure… Give me a few minutes to think about it,” Devon said. “You have a few minutes, don’t you?” “I— “Sure you do. You don’t seem to be in a hurry.” Emmett sucked in a sharp intake of breath. His bladder shook and convulsed. He could see the urinals, for God’s sake! Just behind Devon. They were taunting him with the promise of relief, just as much as Devon was! What he wouldn’t give to be just a few feet away from where he was now! Suddenly, it was too much. He dashed from the restroom, yet again prying the door open with his bare hand. He limped and stumbled his way through the hall. There were other restrooms, ones where Devon wouldn’t be there to torment him. He could get to one of those before time ran out. He could! He focused every ounce of his willpower into just putting one foot in front of the other. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak. Left foot, right foot, don’t leak. After what felt like twenty years, he was at the door to a different restroom. He shoved it open, finding it blessedly empty of anyone who would try to deny him relief. Just a few more steps, then he’d be in the right place. Just a few more steps, he could make it. He was already tugging his zip from the moment he’d gotten into the room, and was peeing two steps away from the urinal. Finally, he was in the right location, his pee flowing with the force of a firehose, hitting the porcelain urinal with a loud hiss. Strangely, he did not feel any relief. Even though he was peeing for all he was worth, his bladder still felt full and stretched. After a few more seconds, he had let enough out that he was finally actually feeling a bit relieved. The sensation of release slammed into him, a full body experience of good. It was like he was being bathed in good. It was so, so incredible that he moaned out-loud. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…” He barely noticed his mouth was open, and that he was thus breathing in whatever toxic germs lurked in here. He barely noticed anything at all, the only thing that could register to him was how great this felt. God… How can it feel this good just to pee? Holding all this back had taken such an intense, extreme level of effort. Just not having to put that effort in anymore made his body shiver with pleasure. As some of the haze of relief faded, he began to feel shocked by how much he’d had in there. He’d been standing here, peeing his head off, for well over a minute and more just kept coming. It was no wonder he’d been so uncomfortable. He didn’t think he’d ever peed for this long before in his life. At last, his stream started to slow down and taper out, a few last spurts gushing out before he finally felt like he was completely empty. He zipped back up and buttoned his pants, surprised by how much looser they felt now that the swelling was gone from his middle. That… Felt… Amazing! He’d never felt anything that incredible before in his entire life. He stumbled backward a bit, his legs still jelly. As his senses returned to him a bit more, he hurried to violently scrub his hands to get rid of all the germs he was sure they were coated in. How could he have been so hurried that he touched a toilet door without the aid of his sleeve not once, but three times?! Once he at last felt sufficiently clean, he remembered to actually use his sleeve to leave the room and hurried back to class. He knew he’d been gone for too long and hoped he wasn’t in trouble. Luckily when he got back to his desk, Ms. Baker barely even glanced his way. Shelby turned to him, “Made it?” she asked. He nodded, aware of how red he was turning. “Gonna listen to me a bit more from now on?” Another nod.
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  7. Hello. My Name is Dennis, and this is my first post here and I wanted to share what happened to me this morning at work. This a completely real story and I wanted to post it while I could remember all of the little details. I decided to attach pictures of what I was wearing because I appreciate it when other people put outfit pictures in their posts. It paints a better picture than any amount of text ever could. A little bit more background information about me is I'm 24 years old, just graduated college and started an awesome engineering job in a new state. I'd like to describe myself as attractive, and have an unintentionally flirty personally (as my girlfriend would say). As far as Omorashi stuff goes I enjoy playing the role of being a well dressed man with an achingly full bladder not being able to sit still and knowing that women are enjoying what they're seeing. The embarrassment really gets me going, and even typing this out is making me blush like crazy. Pink and blue plaid shirt with light grey dress pants. The underwear that I was wearing. This is my favorite style and the cut is known as "hip briefs". Much more flattering that basic briefs in my opinion! Moments after this story happened I texted it to my girlfriend. I've decided to keep the story in it's raw "text messenger" form; However when I was texting it to her she interrupted and replied back several times before I could finish the story; I've decided to leave her comments in. Please keep in mind that I am an engineer, and not a writer! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dennis: I just completely unintentionally peed on/in my pants a little bit... Lacey: Can you tell? Dennis: So we had a quick little meeting and right after I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I worked at my computer for about 10 minutes but it very quickly became an emergency. I drank a new lemon flavored tea this morning and something about it made me have to go really quickly. I noticed that my knee was bounding up and down and decided it was time to get up and go. It felt like my bladder filled up in seconds. I walked to the bathroom and to my horror the cleaning lady was in there! I went back to my desk to wait a little bit and had to cross my legs really tightly under desk hoping that my coworker wouldn't notice that my legs were pretzeled together and bounding up and down. I was officially potty dancing in my chair at work. I kept looking at the clock begging the time to go by sooner but the minutes dragged on. After 10 minutes I couldn't wait anymore. I went back to the bathroom to go check if the cleaning lady was done yet. When I walked up to the bathroom my heart sank when I saw that the cleaning lady was still in the men's room and there was another well dressed woman standing outside talking to her. The well dressed woman could probably tell how desperate I was because she looked at me and said "I think some people need to use the restroom!" to the cleaning lady. When she said that I was too embarrassed to say anything. I froze up. My brain screamed "ask if you could use the women's room!!!" but I felt so awkward I pretended that I wasn't about to wet myself and walked right past them down the hallway and out the door of the office. I decided to go to my car and try to find a bottle to pee in because I didn't have any other option at that point. Lacey: Uh oh! And you're wearing light pants too? That's so risky Dennis: When I got to my car I desperately looked for a empty water bottle. The entire time I was shaking my butt in the car seat, rapidly opening and closing my legs, bouncing up and down, and doing anything I could trying to not wet my pants. I finally found a water bottle and quickly took out my penis and pressed it against the tiny mouth opening. I couldn't believe I was doing this in the parking lot at work. "why do they make the mouth openings so small now? This is hard to pee in even for men." I thought. I tried to pee but the angles were all off and the pee wouldn't come out because my penis was bent in such a way I guess it was kinked like a garden hose. I tried and tried but only a few quick jets of pee would come out. I finally gave up but could still feel pee in the tube of my urethra, so I to very carefully tried to put the bottle down and put my penis back into my pants. Just as I moved the bottle out of the way another jet shot out and sprayed my leather seat between my legs. Lacey: That sounds so embarrassing! Hope nobody saw you peeing in a bottle 😳 Dennis: Within a millisecond I lifted my butt up to avoid the pee rolling back and soaking the seat of my pants. Another dribble of pee came out and shot straight up in the air and a few drops came back down and landed on the crotch of my grey pants leaving a wet patch. I very quickly shoved my penis back in my pants, only buckling my belt without zipping up, and start speed walking towards the wood. I was praying nobody would be walking on the trails back there. I speed shuffled deeper in the woods to get out of sight of the office building while grabbing at my belt begging to finally let go. Off in the distant I see two women on the trail walking my direction. I figured that if I pee fast enough I'll have just enough time to not get caught by them and see my embarrassing situation. Without having time to think about how embarrassed I would be if someone saw me peeing anywhere a toilet, I whip out my penis and see that I have already been dribbling because drops were now hitting the pine straw and leaves as soon at I get myself out of my pants. With my back turns toward the walkers on the trail I peed forcefully and surprised myself with how much pressure the stream was hitting the ground right between my feet and making the most satisfying puddling and tricking sound ever. I felt like I let a gallon of pee out. I noticed how it was mostly clear and had a slightly yellow tint to it. As soon as I got done I zipped up and walked back towards the office like nothing happened. I hoped my face wasn't too red when I walked back inside. After sitting at my for a few minutes I noticed that my briefs were damp. I must have been dribbling during my dash from the car to the woods.... Lacey: Did anybody know you peed your pants? were you all flustered and red? Dennis: I don't think so. My pants were mostly dry by the time I got back to the office. And yeah I my face felt hot walking back inside. I need to throw my pants in the laundry when I get home and I have to sit in wet underwear for the rest of the day. 😥 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if you want to hear more of my stories! I have a few about driving home from work in the car (my favorite omorashi scenario). Feel free to ask me anything!
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  8. I think pretty much everyone on here has either been themselves absolutely desperate to pee on public transit or witnessed someone in this state, or has at least heard of someone. However, in many cases there is a way out of this situation, either by getting off some stops earlier and then waiting for the next bus or train, or by using the toilets in the vehicle itself. My story is a little bit different. For me, there was no way out, and even if the train had had a toilet (spoiler alert: it didn't), I couldn't have used it anyways because I was the train driver. Since this is going to be a very long and detailed recounting of events and I also have to explain a lot about the circumstances at first, I decided to mark the crucial parts with a yellow font colour. Everything written in white isn't technically required, but if you're interested, you're welcome to read it of course. 🙂 Part I: Explaining the circumstances :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Pee stuff starts in Part II) I used to work for the Munich suburban train network when this happened. This network is awesome and terrible for the exact same reason - let me explain. It consists of seven lines connecting the greater metropolitan area with the city. All seven lines traverse Munich's inner city on the same east-west link which means that you can reach the Central Station, the central Marienplatz and every single underground line from any stop on the suburban train network without having to change a single time. That's awesome! However, it also means that the central train route is a huge, very busy bottleneck. During peak hours, there is one train scheduled every 120 seconds - per direction. This makes it Germany's busiest train route, and it also means that every single little delay starts a huge domino effect on the following trains. Be it just one commuter running towards the train and getting stuck in between the closing doors, forcing the train driver to re-open and re-close them, it causes every single following train having to stand and wait in what is essentially a huge bumper-to-bumper traffic jam on train tracks. That's terrible! Part II: An unfortunate series of events :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Pee stuff starts here) (Inside the spoiler, there is a map of the network; it might be easier to follow the story if you know where it takes place) On this particular day, I was on early shift. We're talking getting up at 2:30 AM and starting to work at 4 AM. Those were actually my favourite kinds of shifts to be on because it meant empty roads on my way to work, being able to watch the sun rise over the city, seeing Munich slowly waking up, not having to deal with too many disgruntled customers (because those were still only half awake and preferred to have their peace) and ending the workday in the early afternoon when there still is daylight even during winter. Also my consumption of excessive amounts of coffee didn't raise any eyebrows. ☕😄 So, now that the scene is set, here's what happened. 5:30 AM: After having had one large cup of coffee already during my first part of the shift, I waited at Munich East station for the next east bound S8 train towards Munich Airport (the yellow line on the network map, how fitting) to take it over from another driver. Once the train came to a halt at platform 5, I opened the door to the driver's cabin, the other driver and I exchanged keys, he told me about several minor technical issues the train had, he hopped out onto the platform, I entered my driver identification number into the computer, took place on the seat, placed my second cup of coffee in the cup holder and ordered the doors to close, all this had to happen in a maximum of 30 seconds. Thus began my main part of the shift. 6:00 AM: Half an hour later, I arrived at Munich Airport on time. By now, my second cup of coffee was empty and I could feel my mood rising to a new high point: so far, everything went accordingly to plan, the weather was nice and warm, there were no issues on the network whatsoever and the sunrise had been stunningly beautiful. As soon as I arrived at the station and stopped the train, another driver entered the driver's cabin on the other side of the train. I told him via the microphone that so far, nothing had been wrong, I had been able to fix the minor techincal problems during the drive, he confirmed this, then I packed my stuff and left the train. Only three minutes later, the train left the station and I had 20 minutes to go and buy some breakfast alongside a third cup of coffee. 6:15 AM: Back at the platform with a bag full of still warm and crispy Brezeln 🥨 as well as a large hot cup of coffee, I waited for the arrival of my next train. My bladder still felt empty, I was used to working long shifts without the ability to relieve myself. Sometimes I even skipped peeing on purpose to see just how long I would be able to hold it without getting in trouble. So, when the train arrived only a minute behind it's schedule, the only thing I thought about was doing my job. I entered the cockpit and did all the necessary steps to prepare the train for its return journey like I had already done hundreds of times. Testing the brakes, entering all required data into the computer, talking with the other driver via microphone about potential problems with the vehicle, loading the timetable data and registering with my train's trip number, all this took about two and a half minutes. I accelerated and left the station. I would be driving this train for quite some time along the entirety of the line S8 to its other terminus in Herrsching, that's why I had made sure to buy an especially large cup of coffee. I made myself comfortable on my driver's seat and focussed on everything I needed to. Driving a train might look easy on the outside, but to actually pay attention to several things at once is quite the task in fact. Observing the track ahead, checking the speed of the train, calculating the required braking distance on the fly while trying to stay on time but also to save as much energy as possible, and then still be always on hold to react to anything that might go wrong during the trip and immediately knowing what to do and what restrictions apply from then on is actually really hard. Staying focussed drains my energy rather quickly, that's another reason why I prefer to drink caffeinated beverages during my shifts. Every time I left a stop, I took a sip. 6:50 AM: I arrived at Munich East on time just like usual. Ahead of me was the dreaded inner city tunnel, the central train link and bottleneck of the whole system. When I was finally given the green signal to leave, I was already running two minutes late - waiting for the track ahead to clear of other trains, of course. It was the beginning of rush hour, my train was the full 210 metres long (that's about 690 ft) and filled to the brim with around 1000 commuters all waiting to get into the city. I had to come to a complete stop in between stations several times because the track ahead was still blocked, nothing out of the ordinary though. I have always been fascinated by the sheer amount of people in big cities like Munich, especially since I grew up in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, and to this day I am stunned whenever I see the crowded platforms and even more crowded trains arriving every few seconds. 7:15 AM: At station Pasing, the western end point of the central trunk line, I was running late by about five minutes. My cup of coffee was empty and I had pulled a bottle of cola out of my bag. I wanted to challenge myself, so I tried to eliminate my delay on my way to Herrsching by driving a bit more recklessly - that means, accelerating and decelerating as fast as the vehicle allows without much regard for the machine parts. With every stop I was able to catch up with my time table by about 30 seconds. This was awesome, by the second-to-last stop I was on time again. I allowed myself to calm down a bit and relax again, and that's when I noticed it. My bladder had filled up by a considerable amount. 7:55 AM: I stopped the train at the terminus in Herrsching and did all the necessary steps to finish up the train journey. When I exited the driver's cabin, I noticed just how full my bladder had actually become over the last hour and a half, it was already beyond a simple "Oh damn, guess I should go and look for a place to pee soon". If I had to estimate, I was at about 6/10 by this point. However, I was out of luck: I was scheduled to leave for Munich once again in seven minutes, there was simply no time to relieve myself now. Whoops. I made my way onto the other side of the train, entered the cockpit and prepared the vehicle for the next journey once more. The signal showed two red lights, I couldn't drive just yet. I sat there and stared at the signal, eagerly awaiting the moment it turned green. It's so funny how utterly elastic time seems to be; it was only a minute until I could start the return trip but it felt more like five minutes. 8:10 AM: At least the surroundings were beautiful. The tracks went through little groves, then through some fields and lush meadows, then little groves again, then past some lakefront properties with the water glistening in the background GOD DAMMIT I was trying to distract myself from my filling bladder, this was NOT helping. I shifted in my seat, maybe I had underestimated just how much fluids I had been taking in. Chewing on my lower lip, I tired to forget about my need to pee once more and instead focus even harder on the track and the job ahead. People were relying on me after all, they needed to go places and I was there to deliver this service! Reminding myself of this fact let my determination outgrow my desperation, and I went on. 8:40 AM: Over the last 30 minutes, my confidence had gotten a big boost. I was still on time, now at Pasing once again, and as soon as I'd reach Munich East, I'd have all the opportunity in the world to take a much needed leak because I was going to have almost a full hour of free time. I left the station, but after a few hundred metres, I recieved a red signal again and had to come to a stop again. When I then heard a familiar ring tone and saw that the dispatcher called me, my hope and optimism crumbled in an instant. A train in front of me, right in the middle of the trunk line, was having an issue with a passenger and needed the paramedics. This also meant that for the forseeable future, not a single east bound train would be able to advance. We were stuck. This was bad. This was really really bad. I felt a pang inside my bladder and squeezed my thighs. It had become increasingly difficult to ignore the pressing need in my lower abdomen, all that coffee and about half of the bottle of cola had made their way into my bladder and wanted to exit my body. I took a moment to get myself back under control, grabbed the microphone and announced to my passengers why we had stopped and what was happening, at first in German and then in English, I took my job seriously after all. As soon as the microphone was turned off again and I could hear a collective groan from the passengers inside the train, I grabbed my crotch and tried to be optimistic. If the paramedics were quick, maybe the traffic jam would lighten up and I'd be able to proceed in about half an hour. Leaving the train wasn't an option. For one, there was nowhere to pee without being seen because I was surrounded by lots of other tracks, all of which were really busy as well, and apart from that, just climbing out of the train would have been illegal. Because of all the ongoing train traffic I would have first had to request the complete blockade of every neighbouring track in order to be allowed to step out, and for that I would have had to call the dispatcher and give him a reason for doing that. Not in a million years would I have risked my job or caused even more headache for even more people because I needed to pee. The suburban train vehicles also didn't have toilets in them, so just going inside the train was impossible as well. Then again, even if there had been one, what if it would have been occupied? Plus the hundreds of eyes watching the f*cking train driver step out of his cabin and use the toilet, how humiliating! And what if the route ahead had cleared and I would have been able to advance while using the toilet? I would have caused even more delay for absolutely no important reason. Holding it was the only option. My mind was racing, torn between feeling nervous and wondering whether I'd be able to make it in time, laughing at the utter irony of me landing in such a situation as well as the arousal of a rapidly filling bladder without being able to empty it. Was I the only one in this whole train who needed to pee as bad as this? I was at 7.5/10 and inching closer to an 8/10, but surely I couldn't have been the sole person among several hundreds to be full of unreleased urine? At least I was getting an erection. This helped with holding it - for now... 9:15 AM: The last thirty minutes had been agonizing. I was really bursting by now, shifting around in my seat constantly and using one hand to grab my crotch whenever I didn't need both hands on the instruments. Finally, f*cking finally, the dispatcher called again and said that the paramedics had arrived and taken the sick passenger with them, I'd soon be able to go ahead again. I had begun to sweat a lot while also rocking back and forth in my seat. The pressure in my bladder was getting bigger by the second, the whole organ was rock hard and aching by now. Not helping was the fact that I was wearing my uniform, a light blue shirt tucked into my dark blue pants, secured by a black leather belt. I wanted so badly to open it and making it thus easier to hold, but something kept me from doing it. Not only did I consider myself being in public - even though I was on my own in the cabin and no one could technically see me - and opening the belt was indecent in public, I figured as well that I would get used to the belt being open, which would make holding in my pee so much harder once I had to fasten it again. Also my pants were too loose for my slim body and they would slowly slide down without the belt. I was given a green signal, I could finally get closer to Munich East, closer to my break, closer to the toilet. Accelerating a train never had felt this sweet before, trust me! There was light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak, it would only be a matter of time now. The excitement sent shivers down my spine and right into my bladder. It spasmed and I was just barely able to prevent a small leak from escaping. Oh god, having to focus on the tracks ahead AND my pressing need to pee was excruciating. I was sweating, shivering, squirming and slowly losing my mind, unable to decide whether I hated or loved this situation I was in. There was a serious risk of me having the first real accident in over twenty years, at work no less, this was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Every station I was able to stop at felt like a milestone. I still had to stop numerous times between stations, right behind the train in front of me, so it took several minutes each time to count one station down on the long way to the toilet. Laim... Hirschgarten... Donnersbergerbrücke... Hackerbrücke... I leaked. Central Station... I leaked again. Karlsplatz... Marienplatz... A longer spurt this time. Isartor... Rosenheimer Platz... Who on earth decided to make the colour scheme of the Rosenheimer Platz station yellow of all colours? Thankfully my dark blue pants didn't show any wet spots so far. My erection was long gone by this time, I was in severe pain and shaking from the pressure. All I wanted was the damn signal to turn green so I could make my way on to the final few hundred metres... please, just let me go!!! I gasped as another leak left my dick, this time for a full second before I was able to cut it off again. No position was comfortable at this point, no matter how I sat, there was nothing but pressure, pain and pee. Finally, green. Thank the heavens! I had clearance all the way to Munich East which meant I was able to accelerate to the full 80 kph (~ 50 mph), not that it really mattered. 10:05 AM: With a delay of 65 minutes, I arrived at Munich East. The colleague waiting for me at the platform to take the train over looked a bit concerned at me when he entered the driver's cabin. We exchanged keys, I told him there was one faulty door on the train but nothing else, then made a beeline for the toilets. Every step was pure pain. All the urine that sloshed around inside of me, I never felt so damn heavy like I did this moment. Down a flight of stairs, through the crowd and into the office building where the employees had their toilets. I unzipped in front of a urinal and moaned incontrollably as I finally let loose and peed full force. For almost a minute and a half, the only noise in the bathroom was my pee hitting the porcelain, accompanied by some minor pants and moans I couldn't help but utter. Rarely had the mere act of peeing felt so orgasmic! Complete bliss, complete bliss. The stream finally died down to a trickle, then stopped completely. I was still in awe and didn't realize it at first that I had stopped relieving myself, it took me a moment to catch up with reality. I put my dick back into my damp undies and zipped back up. This was the closest I had ever been to a genuine accident, and while I'm still drinking lots of coffee, I changed jobs where I can now take a bathroom break whenever I need one. Thinking back to this experience every once in a while is very fun, however, and it will always remain one of my many fond memories of my time as a train driver. I hope you enjoyed the story 🙂 Let me know what you think, this is the first time I'm writing down something like this. Hopefully I didn't bore you with too many details? See you soon!
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  9. i took a step waaay back to the past with this one
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  10. I woke up one morning with a desperate need to pee but it wasn't as simple as just dashing to the loo as my apartment does NOT have a toilet installed. As I was in the nude, I had no trousers on to wet myself and thus quickly looked round my room for anything that I could use to relieve myself. Luckily the water bottle beside my bed only had a couple of mouthfuls left so I drank the remaining contents and promptly filled it again with the contents of my bladder. As you can see, the bottle was only just about big enough! https://www.erome.com/i/RHQ4DAN2
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  11. if it's for a commission sure
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  12. Hello! I am so happy my last post got such a positive response I want to share more of my wetting experiences with you. This story is the moment I first realized I got some enjoyment from wetting, and I think it was the experience which led me to find this community. This story happened when I was 13, but I do recall I wet myself past the usual age that most kids had those kinds of incidents. The memory that stands out to me is when I tried to hold it during recess in fourth grade. Even though I knew I had to pee from the beginning of the break I thought I could hold it until class started again. Of course, I was wrong, and I ended up peeing my jeans while we lined up to file back into the school at the end of recess. This was one of the several times I overestimated my own bladder and I think it was a major contributor to the embarrassment and excitement I felt the day me and my friend wet ourselves when we went out sliding. My friend Allie and I set out from her house to walk to a playground about 15 minutes away where there was a long and steep hill perfect for sledding in the winters. I remember we were both wearing jeans under our snow pants, which were black and had straps that went over the shoulders like overalls. The walk there was pretty uneventful, but it took slightly longer than it usually would have taken due to the snow and the sleds that we dragged along with us. I didn't mind the journey, but I was obviously much more excited about getting to the hill than I was about the walk. The only problem with the distance was that it made bathroom breaks pretty inconvenient. I remember being jealous of boys who could just walk to the edge of the fence and pee without much trouble. The rest of us had to choose between holding it until we got home or walking into the nearby trees a little ways to try and find a spot that was private enough to go. Usually that wasn't too hard since the trees got pretty dense pretty quickly, but on this particular day a group of older teens who I didn't know were hanging out in a small clearing having a fire. We did not realize how much of a problem they would cause at first so Allie and I immediately climbed to the top of the hill to begin our first run down. We were probably sliding for about half an hour when I realized I would need to pee soon. I told Allie and she agreed that it would be best if we had a quick break to go pee. However, when we walked into the trees we realized the group of older people were still hanging around. Even though they probably couldn't see us I didn't feel comfortable going when someone could potentially walk in on us easily. Allie pointed out that their fire was out so they would probably leave soon, so we decided to have a few more runs down the hill and come back. Big mistake. My need to pee increased pretty quickly and by my third or forth time down the hill I occasionally felt the need to grab myself through my snow pants. Allie was doing alright as far as I could tell and I didn't want to force her to follow me away from the hill again when I thought I could hold it for a while. It was only a short walk into the trees anyways so I wasn't as worried as I should have been. I started to realize how desperate I was becoming when my sled hit a bump as I went down the hill and I felt a jolt in my bladder that made me squeeze my legs together and almost tip over my sled. While I waited for Allie to come down behind me I couldn't help my hand moving between my legs momentarily but I did my best to not make it obvious to everyone else on the hill that I had to pee soon. I told Allie I had to pee pretty badly now, and she admitted that she was starting to get desperate as well so we picked up our sleds and headed towards the trees. But of course the older teens were still hanging around. At that moment I knew we would have to go somewhere more isolated because I could not hold on much longer. Allie was fine with going home then so we started to make our way back towards her house, taking the path that we used to get there. Every step I took increased my need to go little by little and I seriously began to question whether I would be able to make it back. About halfway there I had to stop and thrust my hand between my legs when I felt a strong urge wash over me. I think I leaked a little then, but it was hard to tell in my snow pants. What I did know was that I needed to pee NOW. The part of the path we were on was completely undeveloped at the time so plenty of trees were scattered along the sides of the path but they were mostly too sparse to provide decent cover. At this point I was desperate and thought that the risk was necessary. Allie thought she would be able to make it back to her house so she said she would stand guard for me while I peed. As I walked off the path the deeper snow made it difficult to walk without taking big steps and each one made me feel like I would wet myself right then and there. The best spot I could find was a cluster of 3 trees that slightly obscured me on all sides. I wasn't too happy about it but another jolt from my bladder meant I didn't have much choice. I took another look around as I stood by the trees. I could see Allie standing just off the path and she gave me a thumbs up to assure me no one was around. Off in the distance I heard a skidoo as I unzipped my coat and began to undo the straps of my snow pants. I had to put my hands between my legs again after I undid the straps before going for my zipper, and at that point I could not stop myself from dancing around as relief was so close. I finally got my snow pants down and began to undo my jeans when I noticed the sound of the skidoo had gotten much louder. I froze and glanced behind me where I saw the skidoo through the trees and it was coming right towards me. As soon as my focus left my need to pee my bladder gave up completely and I felt instantly felt warmth spreading between my legs. I could not stop myself from peeing as the skidoo drove past, obviously unconcerned with the girl who was much too old to be wetting herself peeing nearby. I jammed my hands between my legs but that did nothing to stop the flow and after a moment I just gave up. My jeans were already dark well past my knees so even if I managed to stop myself from peeing it was too late. I must have peed for close to a minute, the whole time I didn't know what to do and I just stood there crying. Allie must have noticed because she ran over to me with a shocked look on her face. She did her best to comfort me but I was as far gone as my pants were at that point and I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. Allie clearly felt the same way as I noticed her holding herself as I did up my snowpants and coat. The walk back felt like an eternity as the entire time I could feel my pants cooling down and the wetness in my boots from the pee that had leaked down there. To make matters worse there was a noticeable wet spot on my snow pants as well which was darker black between the legs than anywhere else. The entire walk I could not take my mind off how soaked I was and I dreaded having to tell Allie's mom and my parents what had happened. When we got back to Allie's house I started to notice how desperate she had grown over the course of the walk. I didn't know why I was so interested in her at the time, but anything to take my mind off my own wet pants was a welcome thought. I began hoping that she would have an accident too, both because it would be less embarrassing if she shared my predicament, but also because seeing Allie constantly shifting her feet and holding herself made me want to see her lose control so badly even though I did not understand why at the time. I was briefly able to forget about my wetness as we walked inside and Allie began to frantically strip off her snow gear. I was in no hurry to take off my snow pants and make it abundantly clear to Allie's mom that I had wet myself so I just stood in the porch and watched Allie struggle to undress herself. She could barely keep her feet still long enough to get her boots off and she hopped on one leg each time she tried to kick her boot off the other foot. She got her second boot off with a kick that sent it flying across the room. Allie stumbled after that and had to stop for a moment for her hand to dart between her legs while she twisted her legs. I asked Allie if she was okay, which was an incredibly silly question in retrospect, and she only answered "no," obviously too focused on not peeing to really be thinking straight. Her feet constantly moved as she worked at undoing the straps of her snow pants, and the stationary jog she was doing seemed to increase in desperation every second. Finally she got her snow pants down to her knees and as she bent over I could already see a wet spot on the crotch of her pants. Its hard to describe the excitement I felt at that sight and I'm sure I must have been staring. Allie sat on the bench to haul her snow pants off, using one hand to get her legs out of the pants while the other hand remained firmly between her already wet legs. When she finally got her pants off she seemed to sit there for a minute in contemplation before standing up and making a dash towards the bathroom. However, she only made it two or three steps before she stopped again. Allie buried her hands between her legs as she danced frantically in a circle. The speed of her steps got faster and faster until she suddenly stopped, standing on the tips of her toes, and she looked over to me with a look of pure horror. At that same moment Allie's pants grew dark between her legs. The wetness quickly spread down past her knees and within a couple seconds I could see a stream trickling onto the ground from her ankle. For a moment she continued to hold herself and bounce around, doing her best to regain control. But try as she might she was fully wetting herself and even if she managed to stop she had already gotten soaked. I remember watching the wetness spread from between her legs around her butt then starting to darken the legs of her pants. The sight of the dark stain on her butt is still burned into my memory to this day. She must have peed as long as I did and she whole time I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I remember we both just stood there looking at each other as she peed, neither of us knowing what to do. When I never said anything Allie seemed somewhat relieved as she was probably worried that I would make fun of her, even though I was still wearing my very obviously wet jeans. I was relieved Allie had not seen me wet myself up close like I had just seen her do, but I was still extremely embarrassed. There was a small puddle where Allie was standing while I could still felt the dampness of my boots that I had peed in 10 minutes ago. Allie's mom came out to the porch when she heard us come in, just in time to see the last of Allie's accident. She noticed my situation pretty quickly as well, and told me she would give me a ride home after Allie got changed. Not much was said on the dive back, but Allie's mom did assure the two of us that peeing in our pants was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we learned to be more careful next time. While her words helped I still remember that day being one of the most embarrassing of my life as I was so afraid someone would see me walking down the road in wet snowpants, not to mention having to be seen by my and Allie's parents, but I think that ultimately contributed to me looking back on it fondly these days. It was something Allie and I would joke about years later anytime a bathroom was difficult to come by. I also look back fondly on the feeling of walking around in wet clothes; although it was terribly embarrassing at the time I do get excited by the feeling of wearing wet underwear around other people. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I have several other experiences that I would like to share in the future, and hopefully I will have many experiences in the future that I would like to share! I would also love to hear what you guys think, and any similar experiences you've had! See you soon!
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  13. Hia! I got super desperate on a trip to the great outdoors today and when I got back I felt like I was going to burst so I set up my camera with extremely shaky hands and here's the result! Desperate and leaking | Alice Ivy.mp4 I couldn't let go though, I was so fucking desperate and leaked a bunch but I couldn't fully let go. does anyone have advice for that?
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  14. Amazing Amateur desperation in shorts pee from thisvid View File Was requested and figured I would help out 🙂 Girl wakes up desperate, continues to drink water as she talks about how bad she has to go and eventually empties her bladder through her shorts standing in the shower. Unfortunately I do not know who the girls is, but enjoy. Submitter Jaden Korr Submitted 04/12/2021 Category Female  
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  15. Hey does anyone have this video from thisvid? Its a public video but I get an error: "video not properly encoded" when I try ripping it myself. The video has ratings and comments so it seems to be a problem just for me. Thanks in advance 😁😁 https://thisvid.com/videos/amateur-teen-s-first-wetting/
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  16. Holy shit okay, this is less of a story and more of an "I can't believe I just actually did that and I could use some reassurance" but whatever I just recorded my first omo video- it's a video game challenge I set for myself, where I had to complete a certain number of quests before I was allowed to pee, and had to drink water/soda every ten minutes. I succeeded, but barely, and I wanted to wet myself so bad that I just... did. I was sitting on top of a couple of pretty thick towels, so none of the pee got on the floor (although there was a lot, I'd had like more than two litres to drink at that point). Even though I have it on video, and I know that I was pretty much silent the whole time, I'm still really fucking paranoid that one of my roommates might have heard something. Like idk, the creaking of the floor when I was squirming or something?? It's currently almost 3 a.m so I didn't want to take a shower, just in case they did hear something (I did wash myself off with a cloth, I'm not just sitting in my own filth). I also couldn't rinse the towels out or throw them in the wash right away, so I put them inside a spare plastic tub I keep in my closet. The top is closed, but now I'm worried that'll make them smell too bad to get them clean with one wash... my plan is to stay in bed tomorrow morning until my roommates are done with their morning stuff, then immediately hop in the shower, and throw the towels in the laundry right after. If anyone asks, I can just tell them they needed a wash anyway (true). In case they did hear anything, if either one of them asks what I was up to tonight, my plan is to mention that I woke up in the middle of the night (totally normal for me) and realized I'd forgotten to clean my cat's litterbox, so I decided to clean up my whole room a bit while I was up (also semi-true, I did have to rearrange some stuff after I was done). I'm probably overthinking this a ton but ugh. The only times I've ever wet myself before were at home, in the basement of my house with my two mostly-deaf parents. It did feel really, really good though. I just wish I lived alone.
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  17. I did make it completely dry on this occasion but not always!
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  18. It's been a long time since I didn't draw. And I only have three days this month to have free time to paint. So this month's drawings may be a little less, but I'll draw as many as possible. Okay let's go Paimon: I think the perfume that ying'er uses has a weird smell. Traveler: Ummmmmm. is that so? Two more pages of your request @VinylMyGFFsan. And this 6teen for you @Omorashi100san.
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    From the album: Ethnic Bladders

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  20. Brilliant story, you did so well to hang on for that long! If I had been that head teacher, I have to confess that it would be a huge turn-on to know that you hadn't been to the ladies all day and I'd be tempted to stop you in the corridor on the way to the loo and ask if you'd mind accompanying me to my office to go over some paperwork, which of course would take much longer than strictly necessary! I know the teaching profession requires almost superhuman levels of bladder control. Two friends of mine are teaching assistants and another is a supply teacher, all of them have mentioned that they usually don't get chance for a loo break until after the students have left for the day, and they often have to attend staff meetings straight after the final lesson has ended so it can be as late as 5 or 6 pm before they are finally able to relieve themselves. An ex-girlfriend of mine also volunteered as a teaching assistant for a couple of weeks after finishing university and told me that she would often end up desperate by the afternoon as she would be drinking several cups of tea throughout the day and had no time to go for a wee. She told me that on one occasion she almost wet herself while helping to run an afternoon PE lesson and barely made it to the ladies in time. Also remember reading a story years ago on another forum about a trainee teacher who ended up desperate while taking the students to a local leisure centre for a swimming lesson, as she had not had time to use the loo beforehand. By the time she was finally able to go she was visibly desperate and dancing from foot to foot in front of the other teacher who went along.
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  21. I've talked to him a bit via thisvid's DMs before he deleted the account, he has basically said that the community there on thisvid was too creepy and that he would delete everything there and start posting here in a new account, but idk how much of that is true and if he's really going to do that
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  22. Many times. If my partner is desperate away from home and has no way to go, then I don't get as much enjoyment from seeing him squirm. I'm more just worried about him and hoping just as much as he is that he can find somewhere to pee soon. I like to see him desperate, but I don't like to see him genuinely distressed and scared that he's going to have an accident in a place where that's not acceptable.
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  23. Wow, I'm so flattered to read all these lovely comments! 🥰 Haha, we share the same interest for public transit 😉 Long drives without any opportunity for quick and easy relief like I described are actually very common for train drivers over here in Germany. Additionally, because of the way suburban train networks work where there is usually less than ten minutes for turnaround, train stations often don't have bathroom facilities and most trains have to go through delay-prone bottlenecks - the central trunk line similar to the one in Munich is a popular pattern found in other cities like Frankfurt, Hamburg, Stuttgart and Hanover - full bladders are something many of my coworkers had to deal with as well. I talked with many of them about this issue in a joking fashion and got to hear some pretty similar stories 😄 I myself never regretted drinking this much coffee, however 😛 I'm into omorashi after all, and I have to admit that it was absolutely worth the agony 😉 Thank you so much 🙂 At least here in Munich, there are actually little toilet stalls built in some of the shelters on the bus and tram train network that drivers have special keys for. No such luck for the suburban and underground train drivers, however 😛 I'm convinced some carry an empty bottle with them or are even diapered up during long shifts, who knows? 😉 Help, I'm blushing, haha 😁 Thank you so so much for your comment, I'm really glad you enjoyed my story this much 🙂 Railway families are great, I wish I had been born into one 😉 I'm a huge public transit enthusiast and love designing my own virtual cities with their own intricate networks in my free time. I remember one specific day during the time I was still an apprentice (is that a thing in the US, too? Over here, you have to learn being a train driver for three years). Me and another apprentice (who coincidentally also was gay as I later found out) were on shift with a "real" train driver, and our shift plan had us wait in a vehicle on the siding for 55 minutes. About half an hour into this long break, I remember the other apprentice saying that he was absolutely dying for a pee. Since the vehicles didn't have toilets at all, his only option was to hop out of the train and disappear in the forest right beside the spur. He was a bit more lucky than me, I guess 😛 Thank you as well! ☺️ You bet the relief was absolutely breathtaking 😉 If it had been a cartoon, there would have been a heavenly choir singing in the background 😛 I have similar experiences to yours: once, I was on an underground train after a night out. I was wearing a black pair of jeans and a soggy diaper beneath them which had already badly leaked because I was unable to stop the flow earlier. And I was already at bursting point again, trying to be subtle with my pee dance. That's a story for another day, however 😉 Can't wait to finally be able to get into the night life again after this pandemic is over 😄
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  24. The Wet Rune

    Chapter 12 – blackout. Sitting at the front of her class Annabeth sipped from the large cup of tea she had brought with her, the travel flask keeping it nice and toasty as she walked to the university. Today was the first day of teaching and she felt the usual mix of nervousness and excitement she had the last couple of years. It was always daunting to meet so many fresh-faced individuals and to be the one walking them through their first experiences with Archology. But at the same time, it was always enjoyable to meet so many new people fascinated by the history of the world in the same way she was. Having grown up in small rural town she hadn’t met another person like her until coming to university. Even now after all these years surrounded by her peers, it was still a bit of a surprise to her when so many turned up each year. Closing down her notes for the class she opened back up the internet tab she had been browsing between the fourth and fifth read through. She was trying to find out more about the rune lost in Egypt but so far she had come up empty. The only strange thing was that it seemed to be one of the first few items taken, its theft was reported a full day before many of the others. A break in before the break in? but why would anyone take the rune and not the giant golden statues which were taken the following day. Part of her wondered if the unwitting person had triggered it and fled before coming back the next day. Could there be another like her, walking around with a rune on their arm and with strange powers? Zooming in on the best quality photo she could find she pulled it up alongside one of the images she had from one of the scrolls from the temple. When Courtney had found the time to digitise them in the last two days she didn’t know. Despite the faded texts and grainy photos she was able to match it to one of the other gods runes, the same runes present in the temple and in this case the very script that had sent them to Morocco. It was Nanshe, the Sumerian goddess of social justice and divination. Why these cultures and gods had somehow become associated was still a mystery to her, but now they had multiple references to them being together so it couldn’t just be a coincidence. The next question was how did it end up in Jamaica from the middle east? There was evidence that trade had existed between modern day Iraq and Jamaica dating back to the 14th century, but it was extremely rare and why would this rune have been bought and moved. To her it only made sense if the person doing so knew what the symbol was. Had the sect of Omotet somehow survived until the 16th century when these pirates would have been active? If she could figure out who this pirate was, maybe then she could start putting the pieces together and working backwards. She was sure that many others had tried to figure this out, but they were not Dr. Annabeth Cole. “Is this E103?” a voice interrupted her self-reverence. “I uh yes it….is” Annabeth said, pausing slightly as she caught site of the young woman standing in the doorway and instantly recognising her, her cheeks blushing slightly as she became a little flustered. In the doorway stood a short young woman, her pink hair rustling slightly as she put a hand through it. It was the woman from the plane back from Morocco, the one she had so ruthlessly filled and caused her to wet herself on landing. It was impossible, it couldn’t be! she thought to herself again. What were the chances, why would she have been on that plane and now be here. Was this a weird joke, maybe she was misremembering, after all she had hit her head that day pretty hard. “I…sorry yes are you here for your introduction to Prehistoric African civilisations? Annabeth said trying to recover her composure. “Yes” The young woman smiled, walking in and offering her hand to shake. “Im Angelica, sorry I only got back a couple of days ago and missed the freshers orientation.” “Its no problem, I don’t think many of those who went on it will remember much” Annabeth laughed back and was glad to see the student relax a little and take her stuff to the front row of benches set up in the lecture hall. “Were you anywhere interesting?” Annabeth asked, prying for a little bit of information but already coming to the conclusion it was in fact the woman from the plane. “Morocco, I was out there helping with a dig and trying to get some experience before starting here.” Sighing internally Annabeth closed her eyes for a second. But then again, she was talking like they had never met before. Maybe Angelica didn’t know they had, maybe she had been too preoccupied to notice her sat on the plane. But hearing some more foot steps in the hallway the trickle of students started making their way into the class and soon it was full of excited and many hungover students. “Hi guys. My name is Dr. Cole and welcome to my class. Today we are going to have a quick overview of African civilisations and where they were at the end of what we call pre-history today. But as I’m sure you know, even that is somewhat of an over simplification.” Looking up she clicked the slides to start and looking around she was pleased to see many looking interested, although there were the usual few who were not. “You see traditionally prehistory was seen as the time before written history, before people started writing accounts of events that happened in the world. However, as we have advanced our understanding of history this type of title is a little basic. After all, if a Neolithic man paints a picture of a hunt that he was on, is that not written history.” “So, given this contradiction do any of you have a better idea of what we might label the end of pre-history as?” she asked, turning on her heels and looking out at the sea of three dozen faces. A few hands shooting up while others looked a little surprised and clearly expected this to just be a sit and watch thing. “yes?” she said pointing to a woman at the back of the class. “Can I go to the toilet” she said nonchalantly, a few giggles or smirks flying through the crowd of supposed adults. “I…yes” Annabeth sighed, indicating to the door. Watching the woman approach she was curious to see her carrying her jacket and bag and she knew where this was going. Scanning the woman’s bladder quickly it only confirmed it as she was at 30%, she wouldn’t be coming back. But at least this power would come in handy if she ever needed to see if someone actually was desperate. “Any one else want to have a go at the answer?” Annabeth continued. Pointing at another woman in the front row next to Angelica who did have her hand up as well, she was glad that the first words out of her mouth were not asking for a bathroom break. “Well, it depends on the culture, doesn’t it? But If I had to make a point in time it would probably when the first known civilisation started to use what we consider a full written language. So, would that be Egypt in 3200 BCE?” “Good answer” Annabeth smiled back, yes I would tend to agree with that. Although, some have suggested it should be when the last civilisation has left the previous age which indicates the full transition from one to the other. But then again, that does technically mean history only started in the early 1900’s as New Guinea only started writing at that time. So if any of you have grandparents from then, feel free to call them prehistoric” Annabeth joked, a number of smiles and chuckles going through the crowd. It was a joke she made every year, but it seemed to be a good way of settling people down and showing she wasn’t just another teacher stuck in her ways. The rest of the two-hour session passed by surprisingly quickly, several students clearly standing out from the first years. After what her and Courtney had spoken about yesterday and her planning last night when they got back, it had given her an idea. So as the rest of the class started to file out of their only lecture of the day, she slowly walked towards some of them. “Hey guys, thanks for your input in todays class. I was wondering if you would be interested in helping out with a little project for some extra credits?” She said, part of her not believing she had been so bold to already ask these first years to join her. “Yeah sure” said one of them called Lisa, it was difficult to put names to faces even with the pictures she had been given to help with that. But once students started being active in class it made it so much easier. “What about you Jessie and Angelica, you are welcome to come too.” Annabeth continued. It might be a little odd to explain it all to the pink haired woman who she was sure might begin to remember about events on the plane and put tow and two together. But at the same time her absolutely massive bladder would likely prove useful and she certainly seemed to know a thing about African civilisations. In fact they all had, Jessie had been the most confident and part of Annabeth wondered why she was even here. Her understanding and knowledge was likely almost as good as hers, but then again with the current climate unless you have the degree to go with it, no one will give you a chance to show it. As for the others Lisa Knew a lot too for a first year, while Angelica clearly had a lot of practical experience and knowledge about digs. Between them the three students would be the perfect people to help her with this project. “So what is it?” Jessie asked. “I…its hard to explain. But for now since you have some free time I would like you all to look into this.” She said handing them a couple of pieces of paper. On the pages was the description of the pirates treasure and everything she could quickly find on it, combined with a few bits and pieces including runes from her own work. “See how much you can find on these runes and the possible identify of the pirate whose treasure this might have been. I’ve also planned something else later if you are free at 6pm? I realise its short notice so if you cant make it that’s ok.” “I can, I can too” Lisa and Jessie said while Angelica nodded along, their eagerness bringing a smile to Annabeth's face. “Perfect, I’ll be in the ground floor labs in the Bio-Sciences building if you can find your way there?” “Shouldn’t be a problem” they all agreed and with that she sent them on their way, the first wheel put in motion for her idea. The next step was to meet Courtney and to arrange what she needed for the evening. “An MRI machine?” Courtney exclaimed as they walked into the med-lab room they were meeting in later. “Yeah, well we wanted to know what happens when I use the power and this seemed to be the best bet.” “So, What the plan” “Well, I was thinking that maybe you could go in the machine and I will hold the rune to see what impact it has on your bladder. We might be able to see where the liquid comes from and even figure out how it works?” “I…you want to fill me up in the machine?” “I mean…if you are ok with that obviously. If there is anything you disagree with please say so. I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.” “Is that kind of the point” Courtney smiled back, putting their minds at ease. “So what’s with the students helping if its just that?” “Well, I figured it would be a good first step explaining what was going on. Plus, we might have more opportunities to do more tests like liquid transfers and also it would be good to see how it works on different people. Get a good average from the tests?” “Sounds like you have really thought this through.” “Yeah, well with this thing on my arm its been kind of hard to think of much else” “Yeah I know what you mean” Courtney replied, looking up quickly at her as if she had said something she hadn’t meant too. “Anyway, should we test the machine out and see how it works?” “Yeah can do, I’ve actually used them quite a few times. Its the best way of getting a look at some artefacts, even mummified remains contained within wooden coffins can be scanned without destroying what’s in them.” “Awesome, glad you know what you are doing.” “Hi guys, sorry we are a bit early” A voice came from the doorway to the room, Angelica, Lisa and Jessie standing their with a pile of books in their arms. “No problem, we were just to run a test. Angelica, Lisa and Jessie this is Courtney, my assistant who was in your shoes a few years ago.” She said introducing the group who exchanged pleasantries. "More than I would like to admit" Courtney said, shaking hands with the new arrivals. Pressing a couple of buttons, the machine sprang to life with a loud whirring noise that filled the other room they were looking into. The industrial magnets needing to be kept separate from anything metal and as such had been placed in a way similar to an X-ray machine. Their little control booth isolated from the device itself. “I think im just going to do a quick test by….” Pressing the operation button the room suddenly fell dark, the power going out and making Annabeth sigh loudly. “Sorry, maybe I should have asked the technician to stay after all.” “Yeah, the lights in the corridor are out too.” Angelica said and looking out the door to the room. It was a little strange though, Angelica could have sworn that this room wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. “Looks like a black out, I cant see any lights in any of the buildings.” Lisa said poking her head around the doorway. “But I think you had better come up with an excuse quick professor, Maintenance are on their way.” She joked, the faint beams of flashlights coming through the corridor towards them. “Sorry guys that was us” she said loudly towards them, flagging down the help. A second later a strange pop noise could be heard and looking up Annabeth was shocked to see Lisa clutching something in her arm and slowly falling to the floor. “Lisa?!” Annabeth shouted. But moments later the doorway was filled with light as a number of figures carrying torches rounded the corner. Instinctively she ducked behind the counter, peaking out briefly she saw several figures enter the room in black overalls and with strange looking guns. “Sorry Dr. Cole, its nothing personal.” A voice said from behind her. Turning around she saw Courtney already slumped over, while Jessie was now stood holding an odd pistol at her. A second later she heard another pop as a dart hit her in the chest and she became instantly groggy, her vision starting to fade. Slumping onto the floor next to Courtney she did her best to fight what ever drug she was currently being dosed with, but it was no use and after just a few seconds she blacked out. ------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter, no Omo but a bit of story progression. Hopefully the last longer chapter was enough to tide people over for another couple of weeks.
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  25. Today I was home alone. I had some caffinated tea when I woke up this morning. I bought a new hydroflask last week, so after breakfast I filled it up and started drinking! I finished my 32oz, and then the caffeine from my tea started to kick in! I filled up my water bottle again, and finished it again... I switched into my light colored jeans, and within minutes I was dancing around the apartment, looking for my camera. I stepped outside and when upstairs to the first landing. I walked stood against the building outside my bedroom window, and pissed all the way down the legs. My jeans slowly darkened and I peed until I was empty. I was lucky no one was walking overhead. I came inside and took a few pictures. After rinsing off in the shower, I laid down on the floor with my dildo. My clit was so sensitive, and I started wetting on the floor as I played with myself. I didn't have much left in me, but the sensation made my orgasm so intense.
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  26. Another short one for the fans! May and Shayla left the scene without so much as a second word. In her soaking wet shorts, may walked along, seeming content with herself. Shayla was feeling the opposite, paranoid about how much she had actually leaked into her padding, finding herself unusually attached to the idea of earning even one sunshine sticker. They walked back to the signpost, this time continuing forward in the general direction of the railway (Shayla and May agreed that the clue was as obviously pointing to the railroad). They walked onward, with May occasionally leaving small drops on the dusty earth below. Shayla tried hard not to look, but felt herself jealous of May’s nonchalance about the matter. After roughly a half a mile of walking through the sunny, open trails, May and Shayla arrived at the entrance of the railway. “I guess this is it.” Shayla said, hesitantly. “Yep.” replied May, reaching into her backpack for more water. “Want some?” Shayla accepted, feeling thirsty and knowing that she should stay hydrated in the sun. The sun was inching further down in the skyline; the flame of the day gave way to the ash of the night. Shayla felt a creeping need to pee begin to rise once again, her bladder beginning to fill to its small capacity. Pulling out the clue before they stepped inside of the dark tunnel, Shayla asked May “what do you think the last three lines mean?” May replied “Probably that we should look for a train station as we walk. On last year’s scavenger hunt, I had to walk pretty far to get to the clues, so we’ll see where this takes us.” Shayla nodded in agreement, took another drink from May’s bottle, then said “OK, I think that makes sense.” As Shayla approached the tunnel, she noticed just how old it was. Held together by some ancient stones and yellowing, cracked concrete, she wondered about when it was last used. It tunneled directly under a mountain, but a light was visible at the other side. Its swooping, curved top made way for ancient trains which once made this place humid and loud. The two of them continued walking for a great distance in silence, the sound of their footsteps eerily echoing throughout the great, round structure above and ahead. Shayla was painfully aware of the loud, crinkling pullup under her clothes. Its constant rustling was now amplified. The sound of a bird chirping almost made Shayla lose control. Once a few minutes had passed, Shayla began to shiver in the cold darkness. Suddenly, the spooky echoing and the faint dripping noises were getting to her. What all did I sign when I filled out that liability waiver? Shayla wondered. “How much longer?” she asked May, partially just to fill the silence. “Well, you can see the end. I don’t know how far it is to the first stop, though.” May replied. “So, this is some kind of ghost town, right?” Shayla inquired. “Will there be anyone there?” “I’m not sure. Depends on if they have clues that point them here, and if the clues led them to the same place at the same time. Overall, could be pretty unlikely. How come?” “Well, I just, you know… don’t want anyone to see what I’m wearing.” Shayla said, blushing. May giggled. “Don’t want someone to check your pamps?” Shayla blushed again. “…yeah…” Her diaper rustled as she shifted uncomfortably in place. “It’ll be fine, I doubt anyone will be there.” May shrugged. “I dunno what you’re worried about, anyway, I’m the one in visibly wet pants.” May and Shayla kept talking in this back-and-forth way until they reached the end of the tunnel. Feeling cold and happy to get back into the sun, Shayla eagerly stepped out. “Can I have some more water?” she asked May. Shayla knew she should keep her fluid intake limited, but found herself very thirsty from walking. “Sure, here you go.” said May with a smile. She handed Shayla their last bottle of water; Shayla proceeded to take several large gulps. May took a small drink herself. “Well, looks like we’re almost there.” May said, pointing forward. They could see in the distance a collection of old wooden buildings, khaki rectangles standing feebly and out-of-place in the heat. “I bet we’ll find a train station there.” Shayla said. “I hope we find a bathroom.” May said slyly and sarcastically. “Otherwise, I’m not sure what I am going to do.” Shayla giggled. Guess you can get away with anything if you just own it. “I hope so, too.” I can’t believe that I already have to pee again. They continued towards the decaying signs of civilization. The sun was gradually sinking in the sky, coloring the world in a pinkish-golden haze. The girls walked another quarter of a mile or so before reaching the train stop. It was western-themed, but in a subtly artificial way. The statues looked recently-made, possibly out of plastic. Old posters and graffiti were scattered against the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere that gave Shayla the creeps. She found her gaze darting around whenever a bird made a noise or when a whispering wind blew through. A leak almost escaped into her pullups when a crow dropped a branch nearby. “Let’s get out of here. What does the clue say?” “It says to go ‘where good ghosts go’”. May offered. “That could be anywhere in this town, it’s really creeping me out.” Shayla said. “Yeah, I’m not sure what this means, either. Let’s just look around. Also, let’s find a place to pee.” May said. “Agreed.” Shayla replied. For my sake, at least. Why is she even waiting? Shayla didn’t want to ask, for fear of seeming too curious. I need to find a tree or something, I don’t want May to watch me. After emerging from the dark, cold train station, May and Shayla walked around the town for a bit. They saw a bank, a general store, and other small businesses. They walked through the city square, on its dusty dirt roads unlabeled by street signs. Did these places even have a water closet inside? Shayla wondered. They wandered behind some of the buildings into some of the wooded areas, happy to have a little bit of shade. “Damn, I’ve got to pee.” May said, emphatically. “It’s not even fun to hold it anymore.” “What do you mean?” Shayla asked. “Well, I don’t want to hold myself like a little girl” May replied, dripping with sarcasm. “That would be undignified.” Suddenly, May wasn’t only dripping with sarcasm. Shayla could tell that she was once again dripping with pee. Initially, May’s small dribbles darkened her already-wet pants once again, glistening as they flowed to the outside of the saturated fabric. She let out a quiet “aaaaahhh” as the relief swept over her and the stream picked up. Her pee flowed slowly and steadily, much more relaxed than last time. It rapidly exited her jean shorts and crept down her thighs, forming droplets and pools below her feet once again. Her legs were slightly parted, allowing Shayla to see every drop that left. This time, May’s pee crept up the front of her jeans as well as cascading down, coating the majority of her faded shorts in wet darkness. “that feels soooo good.” May added, smiling at Shayla. Shayla looked in disbelief, then felt another massive twinge of desperation in her bladder. Ignoring the voice which tempted her to just let go and saturate her padding, Shayla bit her lip and resisted wetting herself. She wanted to look around for somewhere to go, but couldn’t take her eyes off of May’s wet legs.
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  27. Does anyone have the video this photo from ?
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  28. 540 downloads

    Jamie is outside in some cheek (and crotch) hugging shorts and a sports bra. She came out to check her mail but now needs to pee and can't get back in. You are the neighbor that she has to flash to to get to use your bathroom but it is too late. Oh , the embarrassment *update tags
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    Lumi thinks she can hold her pee for the night and sneaks to bed wearing only some big girl panties under her cute pajamas. But she's not nearly ready to wear them. When morning draws near, a golden stream erupts between her thighs...
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  30. https://www.erome.com/a/KM8ys5Ee
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  31. Run Sonic, Run

    From the album: Sketches & Ideas

    I was doing a poll on my patreon this march and I posted as a suggestion to vote the idea I had in mind about Sonic trying to run with a full bladder. Because I was very curious to what would happen if he would try with super sonic speed with s full bladder. I've always thought it would be hot. And for my suprise...it was the idea that won the poll! 😄 So you can imagine I was so deliriously happy heheh. So here's one of the first sketches that I've do ne to explore this idea. And I'll probably make others in the course of the month, but I usually post only the best publicy. So if you're curious to see more, feel free to join the fun on patreon. I really liked this one! I think I'm very happy with it because it's just like I imagined he would look like. And the dialogue, is cos when I write dialogues on my drawings I hear the voices of the characters in my mind when I read them. So now I can hear Sonic with Jaleel White's voice every time I see this drawing heheh. Can you? I wonder if that only happens to me 🤔😳

    © Cephy

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  32. So far most of the stories in the fiction threads, although very nice to read, are somewhat unrealistic, but I’m wondering if there has ever been times where you or someone else has touched or even barely scraped it. Below are a few things I’ve been seeing, has there ever been a time where it has actually been done (or close to) IRL? - Urethra plugs (especially for women). Also how would it feel to have a bursting bladder yet not feel any desperation or urgency from it? You could theoretically hold it forever, or until your bladder literally pops. -Catheters (Yes, yes, this is probably very dangerous if done without a professional, but any attempts?) -consuming diuretics etc. to modify bladder intake -Abnormally large bladders, ie. Holding over 2 liters or over a couple days, as well as a bulge that makes you look pregnant. Ive seen a couple people achieve holds longer than 24h, but those are pretty rare and involve not drinking much liquid. As for capacity, i dont think anyone has. It would be breathtaking to see someone with a swollen bladder who has been denied the bathroom for over a day of drinking a lot, and still managing to hold it (even with some leaks) by themselves! - Anything else i missed? Maybe something related to clothing?
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  34. Hi! Does anyone have this ThisVid video? It looks like the girl's really cute, which is always a bonus for me. Alternatively, has this video already been uploaded somewhere on the site? Thank you! https://thisvid.com/videos/amazing-amateur-desperation-and-shorts-pee/
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  35. That's a really great story about a very desperate day, you can almost feel the intensity while reading it! Thanks for sharing it with us! I'm wondering what other teachers would do in right that situation. I mean you are really experienced in holding your pee for a very long time, but even for you it was a close call. Not every other teacher could have waited as long as you did, but what could they do in this situation? Anyway, a really good story and I'm looking forward to read more about your experiences. And one little thing, did you make it completely dry? 😉
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    From the album: my art

    whoops, sorry sis, looks like you have to find another place
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  37. Thank you for writting this. ❤ I hope Shayla will wet herself in next chapter. 🤭😏
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  38. Work places are so varied, here’s some desperation I’ve seen outwith the office, girl was selling art in the street, had all the prints laid out on the ground around her, she was dressed as a trader, black trousers and a jacket with a money belt, skipped hat, she was desperately pacing around, it was a very busy pedestrian precinct, she must have been waiting for someone to come and let her go as she couldn’t leave the art for fear of theft, eventually another girl arrived and she went to public toilets 100m down the precinct, no idea how long she had been waiting, Late one afternoon a door to door canvasser woman was going door to door in our area and was showing signs of desperation as she stood on the doorsteps, when she got to our house she was visibly shifting around to hold in her pee, after I listened to her pitch I declined their services, she said I could help her out by accepting and then decline later by phone call as she needed another 4 acceptances for the day, poor woman I thought bursting to pee all afternoon and not near finished for the day, so I accepted to help her finally get her quota, as she took my details down she was so desperate looking as she crossed and recrossed her legs I asked what was next for her she said just 3 more and she could get the bus home ! One from the office years ago a young woman at reception as I waited for an appointment, she was standing trying to send a fax and it wouldn’t go through, she was visibly squirming bursting to pee, the phone rang so she abandoned the fax and sat in her chair to answer the call, when the call was over she dialled someone and asked could they man the phones so she could go to the toilet, she went back to the fax she stood trying to send it squirming then the other woman arrived she abandoned the fax saying that will need to wait and quickly went into a toilet at reception, it was a toilet in a cupboard, no double door, I could hear her pee hissing from behind the door..
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  39. Masterfully written! Don't know if you intend on actually finishing this piece or just wanted to give your audience a treat, but, either way, thank you for delivering such a great work!
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  40. Run Sonic, Run

    Ooh, wondering if a full bladder slows him down at all... >w>
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  41. This news makes me super happy. I can't get my own but if I could i'd snap them up right away.
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  42. Good luck finding anything in Walmart now a days.
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  43. In Chrome/Firefox you can right click -> inpsect. Go to the elements tab, CTRL+F for .mp4/ and you can find the direct url to the mp4 video and download it, no need for any third party downloader.
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  44. You guys seem to like this, so I'll be continuing. Bit of male desperation in this one, as I decided to give Naomi a friend/possible love interest. Illustrations for this chapter may come later. Chapter Two It was now the third week of school, but Naomi was still no better at navigating the broad campus of her high school. Her classes appeared to be scattered across one side of the school, while the all-important bathrooms seemed to all hide at the other. With Naomi continually getting turned around or otherwise lost, she'd had several close calls since the day she’d ended up peeing through her panties. She couldn't keep track of all the times she'd left the bathroom slightly damp after just barely making it. Today, she feared she would have another near-accident. Naomi was wandering the halls, praying with tightly knotted legs that she could get to the restroom before she’d have to hurry to class. Suddenly, the bell rang, as she knew it would. Looking around with a tiny spark of hope, Naomi spotted that rude hall-monitor just outside the room that she needed to visit so badly. There was no way to get into the restroom without being reprimanded for wandering the halls now. She hurried to class and resigned herself to having to hold it even longer than she already had. Naomi took a seat at the far rear fo the room, and instantly her knees took to frantic bouncing. During lunchtime, the line for the restroom had been out the door and she hadn’t gotten to a toilet before the time was up. She hadn’t had any other opportunity to go since then. Naomi focused ahead on class and was able to take notes for 15 minutes before she had to sneak a hand down to cup herself. Naomi thought her new school was nice enough. The cafeteria food was better here than it had been at her last school. There wasn’t as much homework. The other kids were mostly nice. But, the toilet situation was just ridiculous. She found herself wondering if the designer of the school was just a moron, or if he’d taken some kind of sick joy in constructing a building that would force all of the students to risk accidents daily. She knew she was not the only person that was struggling. She’d heard others talking to friends about how they were dying for a pee, had seen them squirm and fidget through classes, and had even seen one boy sheepishly exit the restroom with a small spot of wetness next to his fly. But, while her classmates seemed resigned to their fate, Naomi did not want to be. She didn’t know how complicated the process was to install new toilets into a building, but she knew it was perfectly easy to provide a longer passing period between classes, and let students have a toilet break during class every now and then. Yet, not one of the teachers here seemed to think that not wetting oneself was worth missing a few minutes of class. To distract from her awful need to use the toilet, she tried brainstorming ways to fix the problem. She supposed she could start a petition for teachers to allow bathroom breaks during class-time. She shouldn’t have any trouble getting signatures, and they’d have to listen if enough people were complaining, right? Soon, Naomi could no longer dwell on possible future solutions to the situation, all she could dwell on was the here and now. And, right now, she had to pee so badly that she could hardly breathe. She was taking in tiny, little puffs of air. Breathing deeply placed pressure onto her bladder and made it scream to be released, not caring that it was a classroom chair she was seated on and not a toilet. She’d already leaked once. Her legs alternated between bouncing uncontrollably and banging against one another. She crossed them, uncrossed them, recrossed them, begging her bladder to hold it together a while longer. A tiny squeak of surprise fell from her lips as she felt a jet of pee soak into her panties. She bounced frantically in her chair, pressing both hands against herself as she struggled to plug up the leak. She managed to stem the tide, but the massive ocean of liquid was still pleading to be released as it pushed forcefully against the tiny ring of muscle that held it at bay. This repeated a few times. She’d begin to pee, clench with all her might, recover, and a few minutes later another spurt would wet her cooling panties. The bell rang. At last! Naomi gingerly got to her feet, maintaining her fraying control of her bladder. She took minced, contorted steps from the room, noting that several of her classmates were doing the same. The sight reminded her of her earlier idea to start a petition to change the bathroom break policy. She would have to think of a way to frame it that the teachers would have no choice but to agree. She would emphasize that nobody could concentrate on classwork when they were too busy trying not to have an accident. They would have to listen then! By the time she reached the girls’ room she’d been fantasizing about for what felt like days, the line was all the way out the door! She found herself stepping into place behind several other bursting girls that were swaying on their feet and praying for the line to move faster. Naomi had expected a line, but not one this huge. She didn’t know if she could make it. Even the line for the boys’ room across the hall was massive, everyone in it clearly just as desperate as the girls were. Still, it at least seemed to be moving a little faster. As a couple girls emerged, pink faced, from the restroom, Naomi concentrated all her might on holding it. It was going to be a while before she had her turn on one of the toilets, so she needed to do whatever she could to wait until then. Since her first day at this school, she had become very skilled at pee-dancing. She’d had a great deal of practice at it, after all. She didn’t feel nearly that embarrassed to be jumping from foot to foot, winding her legs together, or even openly holding herself anymore. All her classmates found themselves doing the same at least once a week. So, that was what she did as she waited. But, no matter how experienced she suddenly was at this particular dance, it wasn’t enough to make her stop dribbling. Every few seconds almost, it seemed a few drops would escape her over-stretched bladder. She’d feel her damp panties suddenly go warm again as she continued to cup herself, and it would fill her with panic that today was going to be the day; the day she finally had a complete accident at school. Soon, she was nearly through the line enough to actually get into the restroom. Something that she was both looking forward to and dreading; Looking forward to it since it meant she’d be closer to actually using a toilet, and dreading it because she’d be able to hear each girl ahead of her spray their long held streams into the porcelain. That was one of the most torturous things about these long lines, she was forced to endure the sounds of relief that wasn’t hers. She glanced back over at the line for the boys’ room. It was still out the door as well, since many other guys had joined it since she’d last looked. She recognized one of them as the boy who’d had the wet spot on his fly after evidently not completely making it. One glance at him told her that he was in a similar state today. His legs were wound together much as hers were, and both his hands were against himself. He had the most pained expression on his face that Naomi thought she’d ever seen on anybody. His eyes were scrunched shut, his teeth were gritted, his cheeks were flushed bright pink. Flushed. Ohhh, Naomi should not have thought that word! She cupped herself tighter as a fresh spurt of pee forced its way past her barriers. For reasons she could not discern, her eyesight kept being drawn back to that one guy. He seemed noticeably more desperate than anyone ahead of or behind him. He almost looked like he was about to start crying, and she felt really bad. Her chest actually seemed to clench in sympathy for him. He’d already had a near accident one time before (At least, that she knew of), and now he was on the verge of one again! It was such an unfair situation. He looked about the same age as her, an eighteen year old guy about to pee his pants at school like a Kindergarten student! She was sure he’d be first in line to sign her petition. Suddenly, his screwed shut eyes flew wide open, and an instant after that, he had bolted from the line and was running towards the back exit of the school. Naomi grew worried. Was he wetting himself? Was he okay? Naomi steeled herself, thinking herself crazy for what she was about to do. But, she did it anyway. Naomi, her bladder so full that it felt like it must have been the size of a watermelon, stepped out of the line that led to her salvation. She didn’t know what she was doing, she didn’t even know this guy’s name, all she knew was how he must have been feeling and that he probably needed a friend. She was leaking steadily the entire walk to the exit. She could feel her hands growing soaked as they kept pressing to hold back the massive flood. The flood that she knew was now almost guaranteed to be running down her legs in a few minutes. She pushed against the door with her body and stepped outside, looking for where that guy might have gone. She didn’t need to think too hard about where someone would go if they were having an accident. She was, after all, in the process of having one of those right now, and where she wanted to be was somewhere secluded. The most secluded area she saw was a small, forested area a bit behind the school. It wasn’t far, but getting there caused more and more of her pee to flow out. It was running all down her legs now. She could feel some of it start to seep into her socks by the time she arrived at her destination. As predicted, that guy was hiding out here. But, he hadn’t had an accident like she’d thought. At least not completely. There was a lot of wetness going down one of his pant-legs, making it pretty obvious he hadn’t had full control over his bladder today… But, aside from that, his fly was down, his… thing was out. And he was peeing a huge, forceful waterfall against the bark of a tree, his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut in utter bliss as he released a low moan. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh....." "Oh!" Naomi couldn’t help the squeak that came from her mouth. She’d never seen a guy’s… parts before. And she’d certainly never seen a guy peeing! His eyes snapped open upon hearing her exclamation, his gaze darted to her and he released an “Oh!” of his own, before frantically trying to stuff his still gushing dick back into his pants. He hadn’t managed to cut off the flow from his bladder, and it continued to pour into his clothes. “Oh! No, no!” he stammered, clutching at himself and begging. “Stop!” But, his body did not listen to his pleas, his bladder just kept draining until it was completely empty. Well, that made three firsts from Naomi. The first time she’d seen a guy’s private area. The first time she’d seen a guy pee. And the first time she’d seen an adult have an accident… Technically, that last part was her fault, too. She didn’t think she’d ever seen anybody’s face as red as that guy’s was in that moment. She felt awful. She’d come out here to make him feel better, and instead she’d seen him in a private moment and led to him having a worse accident than he’d already had! She didn’t know what to say and mumbled a tiny “Sorry…” He turned from her and tried to hide his face in his hands. Which only made her feel worse. “Please, just don’t tell anyone,” he begged. Naomi never would have even thought to tell anyone. She’d never do something so mean. But, how could he trust someone he didn’t know? She realized there was one way she could prove to him that she was trustworthy. And, it was probably something that was going to happen in a few minutes anyway. Her bladder had never stopped issuing more tiny dribbles down her thighs during all that. It was a wonder he hadn’t noticed all the streams that were already decorating her legs. “I won’t tell,” she said. “It’s okay, I can’t hold it anymore either.” With that, she stopped all her efforts at keeping her liquid where it belonged. In an instant the little dribbles and streams that had been steadily seeping from her transformed into a torrential downpour. Instantly the storm sprayed through the damp material of her panties, pouring all down her legs, coating her socks and shoes and turning the dirt beneath her to mud. It was a very strange feeling to Naomi. While she’d peed in her panties on her first day of school when she hadn’t been able to take them off in time, that wasn’t quite the same as this. Then, she’d been sitting down, the position she was used to urinating in. And she’d felt the seat of the toilet underneath her, heard the familiar sound of a stream colliding with the water of the bowl below. Her legs had remained mostly dry through the ordeal. Here, there was none of that. She was standing up… Well, mostly anyway, the feeling of relief that overtook her the minute she released had made her hunch over a bit and need to put a hand onto a tree to steady herself. Still, peeing standing up felt unusual to her. She felt nothing beneath her but the warm and soaked material of her underwear. The only sound was more akin to a rainstorm pounding the dirt than the usual sound of her pee striking the toilet. Her legs were getting drenched, even as she tried to part them a bit more to spare them from the deluge. And, beyond that, that guy was looking at her. Nobody ever looked at her while she peed. She was always behind a locked door or safely nestled in a stall. But, now, his eyes were on her as she peed. And not into a toilet, but into her clothes. His face was still red as he watched her display, and she felt her own cheeks start to burn. What in the world had she been thinking? With any of this? Why didn’t she just stay in line? She could have peed into a toilet, then! Even as she began to feel flooded with shame, it was not enough to overpower the relief she felt at just letting it all out. The longer she peed, and the more aware she became of her audience, the more she wondered how much she could have possibly had in there. She didn’t think she’d ever peed quite this much before, not even on her first day of school. When her stream finally started to die down and taper off, she was sure that it had been over a minute since she’d started going, not even counting all the leaks she’d had. Once she was empty, she stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t as though there were any guidelines for what a girl should say to a guy she’d just met, right after they’d both peed themselves in front of one another. This probably wasn’t anyone’s idea of a ‘meet-cute’. “Um…” The guy broke the silence. “You’re…” Naomi dreaded what he was about to say. It was probably something along the lines of ‘Really weird and gross. Why did you follow me out here? You made me freaking piss myself! Why would you think peeing yourself in front of somebody is okay? What’s wrong with you?!’ “…Really bold,” was what he said instead. “I—Is that a good thing?” Naomi asked. “It’s… a different thing,” he said. “Most girls probably would have just laughed at me, or left without saying anything. Really didn’t expect you to just... Up and pee yourself like that.” “I meant it when I said I couldn’t hold it,” Naomi said. “I wasn’t only trying to make you feel better. I’d been holding that all day. They really need to give us more time to use the restroom if they aren’t gonna provide us with enough toilets.” “They do,” he agreed. “This is the third time I’ve had to run out here because of the line. The other two times at least didn’t end with me… Uh…” “I’m really sorry about that,” Naomi said. “I just… I saw you run off all the sudden like that and wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t think you’d have your… Zip down, and all.” “It’s fine, it was an accident,” he said. “You just really freaked me out coming out of nowhere like that. I’m Aidyn by the way.” “Naomi,” Naomi introduced. “I’d say it was nice meeting you, but these were some pretty awful circumstances.” Naomi laughed, “Hey, I was thinking of starting a petition. So things like this don’t happen anymore. Want to help me with it?” “Hey, you didn’t laugh at an eighteen year old guy pissing himself in a forest, so you seem cool to me. I’ll be glad to help you.” “Thank you,” Naomi said happily. As Aidyn left her alone, she hoped he lived somewhere close by, or had a car or something. Anything to prevent onlookers from seeing him walk home in soaked pants. Which reminded her of the fact that she still had to walk home. She inspected the damage. Her socks had a yellow tint, patches of her skirt were soaked through. It was obvious that she’d peed herself. She just had to hope nobody saw her. She kept to the woodsy area as much as she could on her walk home. By the time she had no choice but to get onto the open sidewalk, she was nearly there. Nobody was out walking at that time, which she was grateful for. The first thing she did upon reaching home was peel off her wet clothing and step into the shower. She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Strangely, it was not her accident that she kept dwelling on, but what had happened prior to it. Seeing Aidyn peeing against the tree. The... That look on his face. So relaxed looking. She could not erase it from her memory. It was… Strangely cute. There was something bizarrely intimate about watching him get so much enjoyment from such a basic function of life. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the noise he’d been making. The moan as his pee sprayed so forcefully against the bark, it had been so full of pleasure, and so intense sounding. Had he really felt that good just from peeing? She wished she hadn’t made that noise and startled him like that. Not only would he not have fumbled his way into an accident, she would have been able to continue watching. Wait, where in the world did that thought come from!? Why would she want to watch Aidyn pee?! That was just weird! She needed to think about something else, anything else. But, her mind kept going back to that, as well as how it had felt to pee herself with him watching. It had been embarrassing, but almost kind of exciting? If only because she was doing something that she knew she shouldn’t have been. Whatever, she told herself. The petition would be made and this problem would be solved, then she wouldn’t have to continue troubling herself with these things ever again.
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  45. So I was bored earlier today and decided to do some light bondage, but I thought it would be fun to do an escape room type thing. So I wore some short shorts(underwear underneath of course) and a skirt over that. I turned off all the lights and closed all the windows before zip tying my legs together. Next I put on a blindfold and tried to zip tie my hands behind my back, it ended up pretty lose regardless but it was the best I could do alone. So here I was, hands and feet tied laying facedown in my bathtub. As good a time as ever to soil myself, no wetting however just messing. Now the game was on. I haphazardly snailed out of the tub and managed to free my hands pretty quickly, to make up for that I kept my hands shoved down the waistband of my skirt the rest of the time. I’m not sure where all I went but I hopped around bumping into walls until I found something that could cut me free. Overall:my ankles hurt and I’ve got some cleaning up to do.
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  46. Men wetting themselves turns me on so much, the same with women wetting themselves. Watching the pee soak into the clothes, watching them get turned on as they wet, mmmm fuck yeah my clit is throbbing just thinking about it
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  47. I have my locale set to Japanse and I made sure to have it set as such while extracting the zip. As some games will error out if you don't extract it in such a way. It would appear that changing the name of the exe file fixes the issues.
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