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  1. I posted some pics of today's outfit and my morning thoughts , earlier. Under Experiences. A very long day at work. So much so that I didn't think this would happen. But after 12 hours at the office I decided I deserved a treat and popped over to the liquor store in the partially abandoned strip mall on my way home. It skeeves me there. Even before covid it was the land that time forgot. Well guess what? I managed to do my shopping ( I'm a " make your own hard cider spritz" on a weeknight kinda gal) while dancing around singing to myself as if I was just REALLY into whatever Top 40 was on, but when I came out I hit that cold and just felt my bladder give way. A leak. Fuck. Why? I hadn't been holding for very long and I had miso soup at lunch and all that sodium just dehydrated me... Cuz it's really fucking cold out guys that's why!! Like below 0 real feel cold right now. And I'm not dressed for that. Nor am I prepared. Winter has been super mild. Years of super mild winters actually. But you're not here for my almanac. So! I felt the leak start and ran for my car. Only about 50 feet. I thought I would make it. I even got in thinking it was doable. The car seats were cold against my bare thighs and that startled me a bit. A baby leak. But I clamped down hard, started up and backed out of my spot. Then knew I wouldn't make it. Stalled out and threw the door open all while trying to shrug my black wool coat off before I ruined it. By the way my car battery died while I was editing this video for you. Andddddd talking to my BFF🤷. Glad I travel with jumper cables. But I haven't see a soul while in this parking lot so I need to trot across the street and find a good sumaritan. Like this. I'll keep the socks off but fuck it's colder than a witches titty out! Stay warm my babies InShot_20220111_203213656.mp4 InShot_20220111_215344488.mp4
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  2. (I gotta pee and I'm gonna hold it while I'm writing, so here we go 😘) When I was 21 I went to a party with a friend. It was a typical college party at some different friends' house, in the middle of winter. They had plenty of beer and people were doing shots, so by the end of the night I was pretty drunk. Things were settling down and the friend I came with was about to drive me home. She was still finishing saying goodbye to everyone, so I went outside first to wait by her car. The sudden cold made me shiver as I walked down the stairs and into the snowy driveway. I realized pretty quickly that I had to pee, and that it had been a while since I last used the bathroom. The desperation hit fast. Being drunk makes it really hard for me to hold it once I notice I need to go. Soon I was bursting, and the waistband of my jeans pressing against my full bladder wasn't helping. I stood in the snow next to my friend's car, bouncing a little and trying to figure out what to do. Going back inside visibly desperate in front of everyone was way too embarrassing, they'd all look up and I'd have to explain I came back to pee. No way. On the other hand, it was still maybe a 20 minute drive back home, and the thought of waiting that long was unbearable. Not to mention the risk of wetting myself in the car. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing I didn't have long to decide. There was only one other option. Since this house was kind of a party house, people were often drunk and needing to pee. There were only two bathrooms, so it was normal to just pee off the back porch or out in the yard. I'd once had a guy friend who lived there get desperate in the car with me, and the second we pulled into the driveway he got out and started peeing in the snow right there, so they didn't care much about people peeing outside. I decided that was probably my best choice at this point. Glancing around, I didn't see anybody. It was a quiet street, but very open, without much cover. Even though it was dark there was a streetlight nearby, so I still felt pretty exposed. My friends' house also had a big window looking out on where I stood. The curtains were partly drawn and nobody was near it, but it felt risky to pee in plain view like that. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had to go so bad, it was about to come out, and I was dancing in place just trying to hang on. Taking one last look at the street and the window, I hastily unbuttoned my jeans. I tugged them partway down my thighs, taking my panties with them, and crouched next to the car. Pee instantly hissed from my exposed pussy. It shot out in a strong jet, steaming against the snow as I tried not to moan from relief. It felt so good, and I couldn't deny I was getting turned on, from both the desperation and the risk of being seen. I watched the door to the house as I finished peeing, hoping my friend wouldn't show up yet. When I was empty I quickly stood back up and pulled my pants on. There was a big puddle stretching out in front of me, still steaming in the cold air. I knew it would be noticeable on the snow in the daylight, but it was on the passenger side of the car, so at least my friend wouldn't see when she came out. I glanced around again, but didn't spot any people outside or faces in windows. As far as I know I wasn't watched. My friend showed up about 30 seconds later (a close call!), and we drove away. Between the alcohol, near-wetting, and public peeing, I was super turned on, and spent the whole ride home subtly rocking my pussy against the seat 😛 (Okay I need to go really really bad now, I'm grabbing myself and squirming so I'm gonna post this & then go pee right away 😳)
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  3. One time in early high school I was staying the night at a friend's place. We hadn't met that long ago, and it was my first time being at her house overnight. I was usually very shy about using the bathroom anyway, and I didn't know her well, so I was nervous about what would happen if I had to pee. I tried to forget about it and told myself I'd deal with it later. My parents dropped me off in the evening, around 7 or so. I made sure to pee before I left my house. My friend was excited to see me, and we immediately got busy watching videos and joking around. A few hours went by, and we were sitting on the couch talking when I first felt an urge to go. It was mild, and even though it worried me a little, I brushed it off and quickly forgot about it. We moved to her bedroom as it got later. She put on some music and we kept hanging out for a while, but pretty soon the urge came back stronger than before. It was happening: I definitely needed to pee. Still not sure what to do about my situation, I subtly crossed my legs to take some pressure off and hoped for the best. After another hour or so I was really feeling it. I thought about going and using the bathroom, but the idea of her knowing I needed it was too scary, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I just pretended everything was fine and tried to wait it out. Eventually we decided it was time for bed. My friend said she would be right back; she had to go to the bathroom. As she slipped out the door and left me alone, I let myself squirm and bounce around openly. I really had to pee. The thought of her getting to relieve her bladder in the other room made me have to go even worse, and I wished that could be me, finally letting go. I got myself under control as I heard her coming back down the hallway, and we turned out the lights for the night. It was hard to fall asleep. I remember shifting around and crossing my legs, holding my crotch while I tried my best to ignore my full bladder. Several times I considered quietly getting up and sneaking out the door to the bathroom, but the idea of being caught by my friend or her parents was more than I could handle. I stayed in bed, and somehow I managed to drift off after a while. When I woke up the next morning, I still had to go, but my desperation wasn't so urgent. I could tell that my bladder was very full, but I felt like I could hold it longer, the need wasn't as sharp and insistent. My friend and I talked as I packed up my things, and then she suggested we go watch tv while we waited for her mom to take me home. We went into the den and sat in some soft recliners as she turned on the tv. It was quiet aside from the show she'd put on, and I watched with her for a little bit, but it only took a few minutes for my bladder to not-so-gently remind me of the problem. I suddenly had to go so badly. It was like flipping a switch, the desperation took over and I kind of froze up, just trying not to pee myself. I futilely struggled to hide it for a little bit, but it was a lost cause. From that point I was obviously desperate, I couldn't help it, I started to wiggle around in the chair and cross my legs in front of my friend. I had to keep moving or it was all coming out. I bounced and squirmed, switching between sitting on the whole seat and just the edge. She saw me and asked gently if I needed to use the bathroom, but I told her I was fine, clearly lying. I tried to pretend to watch tv, but I was visibly potty dancing, shifting positions every couple seconds, sitting on my heel, sliding down to sit on the floor and then back up into the chair again. After an excruciating few minutes her mom was ready to take me home, and we got into her car. I was in the back with my friend in the front, so I took advantage of being slightly hidden and crossed my legs tight, still squirming. The ride home was about 10 more minutes. I honestly didn't know if I'd make it, but I couldn't let myself think about having an accident, so I just kept holding on. It felt like ages, and the bumpy roads were torture on my swollen bladder, but we finally pulled into my driveway. I practically leapt out of the car and said a quick goodbye, thanking my friend's mom for the ride. I started up the driveway, hoping they'd pull away soon and wouldn't see it if I peed my pants. The car left as I disappeared around the side of the house and ran for the back door. My parents weren't home, and they'd left the back door unlocked for me, but the handle was a little tricky. I fumbled with it at first as I tried to get in, frantically dancing in place, but I managed to open it and rush inside. As soon as I got in I jammed my hands between my legs, shaking and squirming. I was so close to relief, but it felt like if I moved my pee would flood out. I just stood there for a few seconds, almost in tears. Finally, I gathered enough strength to make a final dash to the bathroom, and I ran for it. I made it through the bathroom doorway with seconds to spare. I was almost there, I'd been holding it for so long, but as I took my hands away from my crotch to pull my pants down, it was too late. I started peeing in my panties full force, I couldn't stop it. Quickly yanking my pants out of the way, I sat down, sliding my panties down too even though I was already peeing through them. The relief was incredible as I finally emptied my bladder after hours and hours of desperation. When I was done, I checked how badly I'd wet my clothes. My panties were completely soaked, and there were a few drops and wet patches on my pants where I hadn't gotten them off in time. I was embarrassed to still be peeing myself in high school, but also relieved that I'd managed to hang on until I got home, and that nobody had seen my accident. I put my wet clothes in the laundry and started it, and my parents never found out.
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  4. This is Samus sneaking behind the bushes peeing. She's on a mission while doing so too and will continue once she's finished.
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  5. First time posting in a while, but I have an exciting update to my life. Found a great new gal I’ve been dating since September. We have a lot in common personality wise, share the same interests, and she loves to take care of me (vice versa). I’ve gotten Omo vibes from her since day one. We are both tokers (4:20), so we’re always smoking on something together, and occasionally she will take a big green hit and cough to the point of leakage. Being the understanding boyfriend that I am, of course I don’t mind this a bit. I told her “I’ll love you even if you pee in your panties.” After I said that, her eyes welled up and we made passionate love. You all know how it goes… but, I digress… the story/attached pics are from this past weekend… Saturday we decided to go bowling really late, and of course we were smoking and drinking our way through the night. As we were bowling, I noticed she was doing a subtle cross-leg pee dance and holding her crotch. We left the alley at 1 am she still didn’t go pee. Even after we got back to my house, she still wanted to drink shots and continue having fun through the night. Eventually after an hour or so we started to do “knockouts”, which means you take a weed hit, chug a beer, drink a shot, and THEN let your weed smoke out. Those are always killer, and I wondered how she would be able to handle it. She handled them like a fucking pro, but after we did two or three knockouts, it happened…. After an intense coughing spell, she gave me a very concerned look, and said “baby, I’m peeing”, I looked down and she was absolutely soaking her skinny jeans down to her boots! We both giggled about it the whole time it was happening, and I decided to kiss her while she was still peeing on my floor. It was truly wonderful, and she could tell how much it was turning me on, so she started grinding her legs and crotch on my leg while we kissed. After a while though, we kept on drinking, and she hung out in her wet pants for at least 2 more hours! Pics attached below. BONUS: Eventually at like 5 am, I was able to clean her up and get her up the stairs to my room. After a few hours of sleeping next to her, I noticed that she peed the bed next to me! Good thing we keep a water-proof liner on it! She said she would have been DTF there on the spot where if it weren’t for the fact that she was hungover… next time I’m gonna get her wet without even a drop of booze 🙂 Anyways! Thanks for reading! I have a feeling I will be posting a lot of OMO content about our relationship in the foreseeable future 🙂
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  6. New year, same shit. Gotta head into that office to work for the day. Sure we closed it 2 months ago and it's creepy as hell and kinda cold. But....send the girl in! Alone! It's ALSO 10 degrees F out. So I had this dress on, read the weather and threw these old school stockings, on. They are cashmere wool and go almost all the way up but I can't find my garter belts and they keep rolling down. Note to self: buy new garters. But, I've had 20 oz of coffee and 1L of water and the days are already getting longer so I'm optimistic. I'm hoping to push myself into a desperate place today. But what if my pussy grow icicles? Which, incidentally, is not something I would hate. Must look amazing. Wish me luck boys n girls. ( And yes, I need to Windex my mirror. But it does a great job of helping to disguise my face 🤷)
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  7. Oh I do that all the time lol 😄 I'm very turned on by desperation & usually masturbate to help hold it
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  8. Sooo I went out to do an errand earlier, but I drank too much before I left & ended up getting desperate. It was raining the whole time too 😣 I made it home, but I really had to go & peed in my panties a little while I was getting my pants down 🤭
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  11. Chapter 265 Megan As Father returns with our water I start to feel awkward. Should we really be winding a priest up like this, especially in his own home? I suppose there’s nothing really stopping him excusing himself and going to the bathroom though, well nothing other than his pride I guess. Yasmin, bless her, is bored and probably getting hungry as I take her out her buggy and hold her as Father Reilly faces away from us gazing out the window anxiously. I wonder what he’s thinking about? Is his penis throbbing or even aching like I imagine it might be? Liam teases him very obviously by getting his attention then openly drinking water right in front of his eyes. Looking at Father Reilly I can see clearly the torment this is causing him as I have to look away blushing hoping no-one sees as his obvious struggle is affecting my body and mind. I can’t actually believe I’m getting turned on by my own priest’s need but the way his lower lip is trembling a bit, his glazed over eyes, his pink cheeks and the way he’s standing awkwardly with his thighs so tightly together and a hand wedged in his trouser pocket is so arousing regardless who he is! Somehow the conversation gets onto Good Friday as it suddenly dawns on me that, of course, that’s today as I feel mortified at forgetting it’s one of the few days of the year that there’s no formal mass. Another thing I’d forgotten about is the Three Hour Devotion that dad used to always go to until Rory was about 6. I remember dad always coming home tired, pale and rushing up to our only bathroom and mam saying to leave him as he was fasting. As adults dad always tried to make us join in too but Shaun was the only one I ever remember going with dad until it suddenly stopped one year. Dad refused to say why, though I clearly remember how angry he was that Father Reilly wasn’t carrying on the tradition anymore.. Whatever had happened I do recall mam being horrified but eventually I overhead Shaun whispering to Iain one time and it all made sense. Even back then the idea of a grown man taking a long mass where everyone was watching you while you were dying for the loo fascinated me and for the first time I’d wished I had been there. Liam, ever astute, seems to work out what happened remarkably quickly, way quicker than I did 4 years ago, quite possibly because we can both clearly see Father Reilly’s struggle right in front of us. It amazes me, and thrills me, that he hasn’t just left the room to use his own bathroom, especially given how much coffee he’s had since I’ve been here and how long I’ve now been with him. Has he been needing to go the full time I’ve been confessing to him? I glance at the clock on the wall and realise I’ve been with him well over 2 hours now. If he’s had to go for even half of that he must be seriously bursting right now. How much longer will he keep this up? While he doesn’t outright say that he has to pee, as he stares out the window again looking out for Father O’Hara, his words about ‘urgent pressing matters’ very clearly indicate his growing impatience and desperation. I’m very tempted to say something, after all we all know exactly what’s going on and ignoring the elephant, or in this case the very full bladder, in the room is bordering on silly now. What’s the shame in having to pee badly? It’s not like Liam and myself don’t know about it or ever experience it ourselves! Nothing more is said though as Liam helps me distract and amuse Yasmin who is bored and hungry. It’s not going to be an easy walk home with her like this and even when we get back to the flat I still need to cook a meal yet. I’m starting to think we should just head away, leave Father Reilly to use his toilet in privacy and find some other way to get what we need when we hear a car pul into the chapel car park. Father Reilly quickly heads out to his main door and opens it as Liam and myself stand in the living room not sure if we should remain inside or head out to the other priest. I can’t help but notice that Father Reilly is now stood at his open door as he moves awkwardly and rigidly from foot to foot beckoning to his new guest. “Good afternoon Jack! Thank you so much for coming over at such short notice. This is Miss Murphy and Mr Jude and the young child I mentioned.” “Always good to see you Daniel. I have the things you asked for in the car. I didn’t manage to pick up bags though. Wasn’t until I was half way here that I remembered. I suddenly realised you mentioned they didn’t have transport.” I can’t help but hope there isn’t too much as I look back at the buggy and suddenly strap Yasmin back in steering it towards the door as Liam follows. Father O’Hara returns immediately to his car as Liam and I follow but I notice Father Reilly remains at his front door. I glance back as my eyes meet his as I suddenly see he has a hand tightly squeezing his crotch as he stands there clearly hoping none of us would see. I quickly turn back and head towards the vehicle trying not to think about Father Reilly too much or what I’ve just seen. Father O’Hara is younger with bright ginger hair, a neatly trimmed beard and a small moustache and he’s wearing smart grey trousers, a shirt and a v-neck tank top as he opens the boot of his car which is full of several packets of nappies, a box of 8 packets of wet wipes, six pints of milk, a loaf of bread, washing powder and fabric softener, washing up liquid, toilet cleaner, a pack of 12 toilet rolls, a bag of what looks like tins and packets of baby food, a box of branded breakfast cereal and a cardboard box of fresh fruit, vegetables and meat. Liam gasps then looks over at Father O’Hara. “This is way more than we asked for. I don’t think we can carry all this back to my flat.” “How far away are you?” “Victoria Road, right down the bottom end. 108. Almost 2 miles away.” “How about I drop you off and help you in with it. Honestly you are more than welcome to the lot. We had less referrals yesterday with it being a holiday weekend but we got a lot more donated from the supermarkets as a few of them close Easter Sunday or have reduced hours. The fruit and veg won’t keep, nor will the meat. You’d be helping me out by taking it, honestly. May the Lord bless you both, and this wonderful little blessing too. Just give me a minute to say my goodbyes to Daniel. I’m surprised he hasn’t come out with you both.” I turn round to see my own priest standing half inside the parochial house about to close the door over. “Daniel. Come over!” I watch eagerly whilst pushing the buggy back and forth to keep Yasmin happy as Father O’Hara waves furiously to Father Reilly to come join us in the car park. I’m certain this isn’t what Father Reilly wants to do but he walks swiftly up to us, standing with one legs shaking rather obviously as Father O’Hara shows off all he has brought. “Thanks Jack. I appreciate this. I’m really sorry though but something very urgent has just come up and I really do need to get back in to sort it out. I’m afraid I must dash. Thanks again.” “Just before you go Daniel…” Father Reilly has already started walking briskly back to the house as he turns around looking very frustrated indeed. “Can it wait Jack? As I said this is a very very urgent matter indeed…” I can’t believe what I see next as my spiritual mentor, my parish priest, the man I have poured my heart to for so many years, who I esteem greatly and hold in high authority, very suddenly bends forward and grabs between his legs so clumsily, so quickly and childlike, as his face turns red and his eyes cloud over. “Goodness Daniel! You should have said you had to use the toilet my friend!” I look at Liam as his face shows the same embarrassment and horror that I feel too as Father Reilly doesn’t move or say a thing as the three of us stare at him as it becomes very clear what’s happening. I keep expecting him to run, or at least turn away or say something, but he just stands there frozen like ice as his trousers darken quickly and a growing puddle forms at his feet. It didn’t have to be happen. Even Father O’Hara seems perplexed as he drives us back to the flat with the buggy in the back with me holding Yasmin on my knee. “I hope Daniel’s ok. I’ll email him tonight and check on him. I still can’t believe what happened there. I do apologise folks.” “I think he had to go for ages. I went to the chapel for confession and he invited me into the house because the matter was better dealt with face to face. We were talking for well over an hour and he had two coffees just while I was there. Then Liam came and then he phoned you. I really don’t know why he didn’t excuse himself. He seemed….uncomfortable for quite some time.” “Ah that explains it then. Us priest’s often have to develop strong self control. You can miss many a meal due to someone in confession, or needing to visit someone in hospital or giving the last rites. We tend to compensate by making sure we at least keep drinking. Old thinking says we’re not really meant to admit our human sides and Daniel does like to do things the more traditional way. I’m still trying to convince him about using his hall for a food bank. He does such amazing work with that heart room but it’s nowhere near big enough and there’s so much potential. He can be a little on the stubborn side too, but what a huge heart he has and he’s so respected around here. We wouldn’t want to ruin that by mentioning today. Is this it Mr Jude? 108?” “Yes thank you. Please call me Liam. Liam and Megan, and this is little Yasmin. Thanks again. You really are an answer to prayer.” “It’s my pleasure. I’ll help you in with this ok.”
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  13. This hold was live-tweeted so the details are over on twitter but: approximately 2.5L consumed and held for 5 hours so that's a new record for me. Didn't measure it though. This pic is from a bit over half an hour before I burst
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  14. Download Full Image Set Magic The Peeing Full Spoiler.zip Hello! I think it's well overdue I actually post this thing. The set is now fully complete and has gone through a few internal limited playtests. The set is essentially in a finished stage at this point, but may still change based on feedback now that it's available to everyone. Special thanks to @ZirconiumPen for invaluable assistance with wording consistency and general editing, as well as participating in several enlightening playtesting sessions. Big thanks to @Biku, @Bombality, @Sunflower and @Jailor Eckman for allowing me to use their art for cards. Not all cards have art, but the once that do are elevated by these incredibly talented Omorashi artists. This is just the visual spoiler (that is to say, the cards themselves). Additional resources such as a Cockatrice package will be added in the future. Enjoy!
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  15. An early college experience... super embarrassing at the time, but exciting now 😘 I had an appointment in the student health center one day. Class ran long and I was a little late, so I went straight there. I didn't have time to use the bathroom before I went in, but I felt like I probably should have. It took longer than I expected, and by the end I needed to pee pretty bad. I was subtly squirming in my seat for the last five minutes, but I knew the bathroom was nearby. I could just wait through the appointment and hurry there as soon as it was over. As she was wrapping up, the nurse told me to talk to the receptionist at the front desk on my way out. I was starting to get a little panicky. My bladder was very full by this point, I really had to go, but I tried to steel myself and walk calmly out of the room. I quickly headed back to the waiting area. Several people sat in chairs around the room, some of them facing the reception desk. Behind it, three or four office staff were busy sorting files and talking with each other. I approached the receptionist, trying not to squirm. She verified some information, fingers clacking on her keyboard, and began to ask me about a few things. I struggled through my answers, shifting around and pressing my thighs together. I could barely think anymore. My legs were shaking, and my whole body shivered and tingled with the effort of holding on. It felt like my pee would come rushing out any second. The receptionist glanced at me a few times as I did my best to appear normal. It was so hard to focus. My bladder begged for relief, and I couldn't keep still any longer. Blushing, I started to march in place a little bit, then back and forth in front of the desk. The receptionist was clearly pretending not to notice. I continued talking to her, panic creeping into my voice, basically doing a potty dance in front of the whole room. It was quiet, and I could see some of the other staff looking over. There was a pause as she entered something into her computer, and in those few seconds of waiting, I just couldn't take it anymore. To my horror, pee started trickling into my panties. My thighs slammed together and I squeezed my muscles tight, doing everything I could to hang on, but a slow stream kept leaking out. I was having an accident. Heat rose in my face as the warm wet feeling spread. I tried to avoid eye contact with the receptionist as I finally finished talking to her, peeing my panties as I spoke, my pussy tingling and throbbing as I tried desperately to hold it all back. She watched me turn to leave, her face a mix of pity and badly hidden amusement. I could feel several people staring as I basically ran down the hallway to the bathroom, still leaking in short bursts. The second I was hidden in the bathroom, I grabbed myself as tight as I could and danced in place. Legs nearly crossed, I hurriedly shuffled into a stall and locked the door with one hand, the other firmly between my legs. I bounced and bobbed and jiggled as I tried frantically to unbutton my tight jeans. I was so close, just a little longer... the button finally gave way, and I started to tug my pants down, but that was it for my poor bladder. A surge of relief went through me, and pee suddenly began hissing into my panties. My pants were still mostly up. In my panic I yanked them down to my knees, but only pulled my panties partway off. I was already rushing to sit down, and it all happened so fast. I sat and peed through them, flooding the fabric and nearly moaning as I emptied my bursting bladder. I was lost in the euphoria for a moment, rubbing my clit a little as I finished going. Remembering the situation, I nervously checked how badly I'd wet myself. My panties were obviously completely soaked; the wet fabric clung to my skin. My jeans were a bit better. The fabric was dark, so the wetness wasn't too visible, but I'd definitely had an accident. A dark patch covered the crotch area, reaching maybe two inches down the insides of my thighs, but it didn't show much from the front. I stayed there for a few minutes, embarrassed and unsure what to do, but eventually decided to dry my panties and jeans as much as I could and get out of there. I spent maybe five more minutes attempting to dry my clothes, then pulled my pants back up. My jacket was long enough to mostly cover my butt, and it wasn't too obvious I'd peed myself, but I still felt intensely self-conscious. As I peeked out the door and tried to slink off unnoticed, I saw the receptionist look up at me. She definitely had to have known what happened, from how long I was in the bathroom and my clear embarrassment. I quickly turned the corner and darted out of sight. My face was still flushed, but I felt less conspicuous once I left the area. I stepped outside and tried to forget about it, despite the chill of the winter air between my legs as I walked away.
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  19. Here's Chapter 7. I tried to give Hannah some more back story and showed another aspect of her life. I'll take some time for the next chapter until I have some good ideas. Enjoy! Chapter 7: I hate Mondays On the Sunday following the holding contest, both girls had time to think. Laura, being a morning person, got up early and began her weekly washing. She handled the clothes from the last two days with extra care, occasionally sniffing them. Her red capris and black top from Friday smelled of lake water, her black capris and top from yesterday smelled of that tea-energy stuff from Hannah. She was surprised, no hints of pee at all. It must have been diluted so much, she thought. After the first washing cycle, Laura pulled her clothes out. She still hasn't got that washer/dryer combo, so she was stuck with two machines. When she grabbed her pants, now wet again, she touched and stroked them, feeling the wet fabric against her hands. She closed her eyes and thought about the last two evenings. Hannah pressed the snooze button on her alarm clock five or six times, as always. She was the complete opposite of Laura when it came to waking up. Finally, she made herself get up, yawning every few seconds, and slouched across her bedroom. She had to wash her clothes too, but postponed it to the afternoon. Until then, she walked across her living room to clean up after yesterday. Luckily for her, most of the 24 palette of energy-tea was still full. She put it back into the fridge. She looked at her couch. No spots from yesterday were left, so she could get away with not cleaning it for another year or so. Hannah was thankful for every opportunity to be lazy, especially on Sundays. Finally, she started her washing. As she normally had very few items to wash, she didn't even own a dryer. After washing her clothes of the week, she hung them up one by one to let them air-dry. The display of various damp items of her wardrobe made her wonder. After the last days, she found herself noticing some details that she did not care for before. Her jeans were darker than usual. Her long-sleeved white shirt was a bit transparent, letting the light from behind it shine through. Her bra glistened a bit. "Must have been the first time I washed it", she thought, chuckling. It's the big secret about bras, you normally don't wash them. Her sports bras were another thing of course, but they had no underwires and were basically tighter crop tops, so it wasn't as much of an issue. When she hung up yesterday's leggings, she felt the material. They were soft and pleasant to touch anyway, but when slightly wet, they felt even better. The rest of their days was uneventful. Both needed to take a break, there was too much action the last two days. The weekend parted, Monday came around. Hannah was wakened by her alarm clock like a slap, even earlier than yesterday. She thought about Garfield a lot on Monday mornings, imagining the blissful and decadent life of a cat. Sadly, she was no cat. Even worse, she had a job. At least she had the pleasure of working in home office four days a week, including Mondays. After her obligatory morning coffee, she dressed for work. Since she had video calls most days, she couldn't get away with comfortable weekend clothing. For today, she chose a pair of blue jeans and a black, tight fitting buttoned-down blouse. Under this relatively modest outfit, Hannah enjoyed wearing flashing underwear, like a secret second identity. She chose a matching set of a hot pink bra and panties. When she closed her blouse and pulled up her pants and shut the belt, tucking the blouse in, she checked herself out. "Business casual", she thought. She grew to like the professional look of herself, it gave her confidence. The blouse accented her toned arms and belly, the jeans were tight but not too sexy for work. She was ready for work. When she sat down on her computer and started it up, she quickly summarized the day ahead of her. Nothing too bad today. Some project planning, some reading about new technologies, some budgeting. Hannah was content with her job of managing a team of system administrators. She was always interested in technology and decided to study computer science, just for kicks, because she had no better idea. The more she learned, the harder of challenges she faced, she grew sure that this should be her future. After graduating, she got her current job. Hannah was never really shy or lacked self-confidence, but the first year was still hard for her. Suddenly, she had to lead a team of experienced and competent people and give them orders. She gave much thought on her clothing because of this, trying to appear strong and determined. She still had her fair share of imposter syndrome*, nonetheless, but most people she talked to did. That is why she dressed up in her business clothes, even if nobody saw her that day. She put her black-rimmed glasses on to complete the Business-Hannah™ look. Hannah started her work. Some tasks were quick to complete, some took longer. She caught her thoughts wandering off. Early in the day, especially on Mondays, she had trouble concentrating. She thought about the rest of the energy drinks in her fridge. It always worked in gaming, didn't it? She got two cans and opened one. Drinking it in one go, she felt the sugar immediately take effect. After an hour of work, she opened the second can and sipped on it every now and then. After her lunch break, she continued, just having opened the third one. Now, she was pulled into her work and completely focused. She started noticing her bladder. Apart from helping her focus, she also grew to like the feeling of desperation after the last few days. When she was almost done with her current task, her legs were bobbing up and down. She had to go now. Just some more minutes. She started typing to let her boss know that she was done when- *pling* "Hannah! Important! Call me ASAP! - Catherine" Hannah opened her eyes widely. What does her boss want? And why did Cathy sign with "Catherine"? Did she do something wrong? She was getting nervous, thinking of the past few weeks, looking for clues. She started a video call, quickly brushing through her hair and sampling her smile in the camera. Her boss accepted within few seconds. "Hey! Thanks for calling. We're in big trouble here.", Cathy said. Hannah gulped. "The healthcare guys from last week. The ten-thousand dollar project. They called me today. Apparently soomeonee", she made a dramatic pause, "forgot to check the backups on Friday and now they lost two full days of data. I thought the guy would kill me over the phone. We planned for this of course and the second backup worked, but it was still extremely embarrassing to hear this. It was Stan's job to do this and he screwed it up. Have a long, hard conversation with him and make him understand how big of a damage this could have been." Hannah sighed. A Stan thing again. It wasn't the first fault that he did, not even the first one this month. She always tried to defend him, trying to be a fair team leader, but it started to wear off on her. "Wow. Okay. I'm really sorry this happened. I'll talk to him. You want to come too?", Hannah asked. She already started to plan her words for later on. "No, can't do. This must be done immediately and I have to go pee like crazy since before the call. You do that. Just call be back when you're done. See ya!" *pling* Hannah smiled at her boss's profile pic. "Hope you'll make it. Or not", she said with an evil grin. She quickly called Stan, putting a stern and bossy look on her face. "Heyy Hannah", Stan said happily. He was always a bit too nice to her, but not dangerous. "Hey. Stan. You know what happened?", Hannah said, with sharp, quick words. Stan didn't, of course. She explained to him what damage he caused. "Oh no! I must have forgot that. But we still have second backups for this, right?", Stan said. He didn't appear to be too guilty or embarrassed by this. "Well yeah, but they shouldn't be needed.", Hannah said. She hated Stan's tendency of always arguing about stuff like this. She felt her bladder again. She completely forgot that she was pretty desperate before her boss's call, but it all came back now. She shuddered. "But... but this can't be happening. Stan, you have to be more careful in the future. I have told you before." Hannah felt her bladder contract. She lost a spurt and felt her panties get wet. She tried to keep her stern look. She was glad the camera didn't show anything below her belly, as she could already see a tiny spot on her jeans. "It wasn't my fault you know. I...", Stan continued to give excuses and lengthy explanations on why he did everything right. Hannah lost another spurt in the meantime. And another. She felt herself unable to counter Stan's excuses as she was too concentrated on not peeing her pants. She had enough, this was leading nowhere. She took a deep breath and pushed. Not only relaxed, but pushed. She felt the pee shoot out of her, quickly drenching her panties. "Stan! Time-out! Listen to me", Hannah shouted, still peeing full-force. Her crotch was completely soaked now. The pee pooled on her chair and wet the entirety of her butt. "it was your fault and no one else's. You fix that and make sure it doesn't happen again!", she said. Stan was quiet and listening to her, nodding occasionally. Hannah continued to pee and scold him some more time. When she was done, she was also empty. She felt invincible, breathing heavily. Stan quickly apologized and left the call. Hannah succeeded. This time, he wouldn't forget her words, she thought. She quickly called her boss again, despite still sitting in her flooded jeans. "So, you told him?", Cathy asked. "I did. And something tells me that it worked this time.", Hannah said proudly, checking the camera's field of view occasionally. "Great. Thanks for that. Oh and turns out I could have done it myself after all. It was too late as soon as you hang up." Cathy chuckled. Hannah gasped. "Too late? You mean...", Hannah whispered. "Yeah, exactly. I'm wearing a skirt though, so it's no big deal. But don't tell anyone. Accidents happen, you know.", Cathy said, making it sound like this wasn't the first time. Hannah started to like her boss more and more. "I know. Okay then, see you.", Hannah said with a smile. The call ended. Hannah thought about her boss peeing her panties. She wondered if it really was an accident or deliberately. She looked down on her crotch, her jeans being absolutely soaked. She pushed again, thinking of her success of being in control. She made her jeans shine up again. Hannah had no intention of changing, as she didn't have much more work to do for the day and enjoyed the feeling. An hour later, she was finished. What a day. Without changing, she grabbed some more cans to drink and sat back down. Finally, she was free to play her online game again. After some time, she felt her familiar feeling of being desperate again. She also lost her focus. Her legs bobbed up and down again. Missed. New try. Close... close... missed again. Hannah thought about her call today. Should she? Would it have the same effect? She had nothing to lose, so she decided to try it. On the next encounter, it got close again. Her health bar was low. Her bladder bursting. She pushed with all her might. When her in game character shot her spell, Hannah shot into her pants. They quickly filled again, the wet spot that was still there from earlier glistened again and grew. Hannah did it, she and her team members finally finished the boss. The in game chat exploded. People congratulating each other. Saying how tough it was. Hannah hammered her usual "BRB" in, though she had no intention of going anywhere. She was feeling the same rush as earlier, breathing heavily, some drops of sweat forming on her forehead. She felt hot. Thinking about yesterday, she took the half-full can and observed it. Shook it. Slowly turned it upside down over her blouse. A big gulp flowed out, hitting her blouse. It quickly soaked in, creating a wet, shiny spot on it. Her bra must have taken it all, she thought. She poured some more over herself. Finally, she felt the liquid slowly flow down her stomach. Hannah pulled on her belt a bit to help the flow, still slowly pouring more. She shuddered when the liquid finally touched the seam of her panties and continued inwards. The can was empty now. Hannah frowned. It was time to get back to the game, the time of her usual toilet break was over. When she had enough some hours later, Hannah was reasonably full again. She decided to end the fun now and got up from her chair, the first time in hours. Normally the toilet breaks were guarantees to make her move, but she didn't have any today. She stretched herself, making her feel her wet blouse and bra. She quickly went over to the bathroom and stood in the shower. This time, it didn't feel strange, only exciting. Hannah wanted to get herself as wet as possible now. She pushed again while holding her crotch through the jeans. It created long, broad streaks down her legs. Hannah breathed more heavily. Her jeans got heavier again and pulled on her. She turned the shower head on and soaked the few remaining parts of her jeans. When she went up to her blouse, she first followed the wet streaks of her energy drink upwards and then soaking the rest of it. The black fabric glistened and felt clingy and tight on her skin. Hannah started massaging her boobs and belly, caressing the wet fabric and her body underneath. She slowly opened her belt and pants and dropped them. Her hot pink panties looked much darker now than when she put them on in the morning. Hannah looked at them intently, marveling at their color change and slight glistening. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, one by one, starting from the top. Her matching hot pink bra had discolored in the same way. With her opened, soaking wet blouse hanging from her shoulders, Hannah massaged herself through her panties. Afterwards, Hannah undressed the rest of her clothing and got out of the shower. She hung them up and looked at herself, completely naked. Before putting fresh clothes on for the evening, she texted Laura: "Mondays aren't always bad 😉 How was yours?" *Imposter syndrome: That invasive feeling that you are not at all competent or fit for the job, you only got there by luck or accident.
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  20. View File HayaPee videos collection Pt. 2 The second collection of videos from HayaPee from PornHub. Link to their channel here: https://www.pornhub.com/model/hayapee/videos Screenshots are in order of videos. Submitter fluidlikewater Submitted 01/12/2022 Category Female  
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    EE-307 - Popular public toilet lining up to piss 3 Desperate ladies have to wait for there turn to pee There is a scat warning on file EE-307-06 at 0:00 - 2:28 Enjoy
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  23. Grace's mind was somewhat numb by the time she reported to detention. She had been surprised when the assembly was announced, even more shocked when she and the other hygiene offenders had been called to the stage. Her mother had told her that there were 10 students who had to have their diapers changed everyday, seeing them lined up on the stage next to her and Maria made her realize how common accidents really were at this school. Just this academic year, Grace was one of 5 students to have the misfortune of losing control with their clothes on! Grace took her seat as Jenny was walking into the room, her light blue leggings still showed the dark streaks that visibly displayed her status as the most recent hygiene offender. Grace found herself feeling relieved that she was allowed to sit in detention and not required to stand next to Jenny at the front of the room. The feeling of relief was short lived, her throbbing bladder reminded Grace that she was dangerously close to committing her third offense. The urge to go to the bathroom had started around lunch time. The ache in her lower abdomen was a familiar feeling after nearly three weeks of having some type of toilet restriction in place. During the first part of the afternoon she thought she had been handling her mild desperstion well, it wasn't until the unexpected assembly that Grace realized her squirming was not very subtle. Although Grace felt bad for Jenny's public humiliation, the spectacle helped keep eyes off of Grace's own wiggles. Grace had stolen a glance at Maria during the assembly and recognized Maria's bounces as evidence of her own struggle. Grace had managed to control herself through the assembly and last class of the day. Now as she sat in detention Grace winced as she fought back another wave of pressure. A quick look around the room revealed four other students serving detention. Miles and Adam were each serving a four hour detention; like Jenny they would stay in detention until they appeared at their mother's Maternal Responsibility Act hearing that evening. Maria's detention was only for one hour. Maria kept shifting in her chair, Grace recognized the outward sign of Maria's need for the restroom. Grace wondered if Maria would make it through her weeks of restroom denial; based on what her mother had testified at yesterday's hearing, Grace suspected Maria would soon be a two time hygiene offender. Grace's thoughts switched to Jenny. The girl had been utterly humiliated in front of her peers. Grace now wondered what punishment Heather Blanc would inflict upon her daughter. Grace wondered about Maria's punishment too, based on her mom's testimony the day before Grace was sure Maria was sitting on a sore butt as she squirmed in her seat. After an hour had ticked by Grace and Maria were dismised, both were visibly uncomfortabe as they hobbled out of the room. Grace was elated to see Tony waiting for her, she quickly accepted his offer of a ride to the public restroom nearest the school. "Do you want a ride too, Maria? There is a restroom less than five minutes away." "Ooh, I'm not allowed" answered Maria. "The punishment from my parents includes having to hold it until 9pm. For as long as the school has me on toilet restriction, my parents do too. I am only allowed to go at 7am before school and again before my early bedtime at 9pm. I know I won't make it until 9, I'm just going to call it a win if I wait until I get home before I pee my pants!" "What happens if you wet at home?" Maria sighed "Mostly just more spanking and cornertime. It sounds like they might add some extra chores as well. Whatever they do at home can't be worse than what happens here at school!" As they walked to the parking lot Grace suddenly stopped. "Oh boy!" Her hands rapidly went to her crotch and she squeezed her thighs together. "That was close, I almost lost it that time." Grace was glad to see that Tony took her to a different gas station then yesterday, she didn't want to see the store clerk that saw her in wet pants yesterday. Even better was when Grace saw there was no line for the ladies room! As Grace pulled down her pants and threw herself on the toilet, she gave herself a mental pat on the back; she'd kept her pants and panties dry today!
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  25. Omg yes! That wasn't my goal here but I find the act of pulling on knee socks and thigh highs to always be...I don't know...some not quite erotic but still titillating, moment. A fraction of a moment. Just a flash if a feeling. It's so UBER feminine. I grew up watching lots of old movies and women were always doing that and I think at a young age I had it in my head that one day when I grew up to be a desirable woman, I'll do that too. Not that any of that flashes through my mind when I pull them up. But I get the same feeling. And I had it here too. But you of course could know none of that. Still, I like your sensuality. It's rare in a man. Cheers to that! That makes two of us 😉
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  26. Idk why, but you pulling your thigh high socks up while you were still peeing was super sexy. You find new ways to thrill and delight. Hope you found a way to warm yourself up after that chilly wetting.
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  28. Here's chapter 6. I took your advice, @PeeHour , and tried to improve the structure a bit. I'm afraid the length of this chapter got a bit out of hand, but the story just didn't want to stop. And I also wanted to end the evening both Hannah and Laura (and I) anticipated so I could have some new ideas without fleeing into side storys and flashbacks for continuity's sake. Anyway, enjoy. Chapter 6: The pee never bothered me anyway When Hannah finished telling her story, she took a deep breath. All those years of remembering it then-and-there, mostly when driving around or being desperate for a pee, and then cringing about it disappeared. She felt relieved. Laura was captivated. She finally whispered: "And then? You came home?" Hannah chuckled. Yes, she did get home eventually. But nothing worth telling happened afterwards. She just undressed, had a long, naked (and thus boring, she added) shower and went to sleep. Laura frowned upon this. Although the story went on for over half an hour, it ended too soon. Hannah added that she felt more embarrassed than curious back then, but yesterday's events shed a new light on it. After some more time of watching, but not really concentrating on the movie, Hannah jumped: "Hey! Let's spice the evening up a bit. How about a holding contest?" "A what?", Laura said, puzzled. "A contest where we regularly drink water and see who will hold it the longest. I read about that while on a more shady part of the internet. Quickly forgot it again. Give me a sec, I'll pull up a set of rules..." Hannah got her laptop out. While starting it up, opening an incognito tab and typing, she had a determined and mischievous look on her face. She cycled through some links. "Quiz... how much do you have to... I'm gonna make you.... There it is!", Hannah triumphed. "It's a quiz with instructions on what to do. With a, quote, guarantee to pee your pants, end quote. How naughty." Laura lifted her eyebrows. "A quiz? But yeah, sure. Okay... You start." She sat up straight. Hannah concentrated on the screen. "Okay. So step one is to get a glass of water and quickly drink it. You know what? The wine is too good for this and I don't want to die tonight, I'll be right back." She jumped from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. Laura heard the fridge open. Hannah rummaging through it. The fridge closing with a thump. Hannah's head perked through the door, grinning. "Look what I found!", she said, holding an entire palette of 24 cans of a tea and energy drink mix. Hannah was holding it close to her body and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of them. "I always drink this stuff while gaming. Pro: Keeps me awake forever. Con: Makes you go pee constantly. It's the reason for 9 out of 10 times I was this close", she touched her thumb and index fingers, "to loosing it. Well, maybe that's not a con this time", she said and let herself fall on the sofa. "So, step one. Here." She took and opened a can for Laura, gave it to her, and opened one herself. Laura took a sip. She was surprised. "Oh. I hate this energy stuff normally. It tastes more like iced tea actually. I get why you drink this stuff like water." She took a bigger sip. "I told you. Come on, don't fall asleep", Hannah teased. She didn't waste time, as she was used to in the short pauses. She downed half the can in one go, accompanied by loud gurgles and ended with an "aaaah. That's better". Both continued to drink the can, eager for the next step. "Okay, finally", Laura said, turning the can upside down. A single drop fell off, hitting her black pants and instantly disappearing. She shook the can again. Nothing. She frowned. "So, what's next?" "Let's see. Okay. It says to wait for half an hour and then do the same. Booring." Hannah was impatient. "Guess you have to earn it." After 29 minutes, Laura reached for the next can. Hannah stopped her. "Patient you have to be, young peedawan." "Shut up, nerd", Laura said. She secretly adored Hannah's nerdy comments. "Okay, now gimme.", she snapped her fingers pointing at the can. Hannah obliged. Both downed the can, more quickly than before. As if it was a hot summer's day and they were dying for a refreshment. Laura stopped when the can felt empty, fully aware of liquid still touching her lips. "Empty!", she exclaimed, turning the can upside down again. As she anticipated, more liquid came out this time, creating a wet spot on her thigh. She observed the glistening. "Oops!", she chuckled. "Hey, don't cheat!", Hannah said. She shook her can. There was still some liquid in it. She looked over at Laura with a grin. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly dumped the contents on her own thigh, creating a bigger wet spot than Laura did. "Now we're even. Okay, next. Ah, now it gets interesting. Stand up and do fifteen squats. Fair enough." She got up and started. "Get up, Miss Lazy!" Laura was reluctant. After her second can and observing Hannah's revenge, she started to feel her bladder. She was also curious on what challenges came next, so she got up and stood next to Hannah. She squatted down and got up. "One", she said. After five, she felt her needs increase as her belt pushed on her bladder. "I'm gonna undo my belt", she said. "No you don't. Not my fault you're wearing it. Hurry up!", Hannah said, energetic as always when it came to working out. "aaand fifteen!", she said, jumping up after getting up from the last squat. Laura started to struggle a bit after twelve. She wasn't in as good of a shape. For the last one, she had to contract her muscles will all remaining strength. Half way up, she felt her bladder contract and quickly winced down again. Nothing yet, luckily. But she still had to get up. Hannah was already back on the couch and enjoyed the show. Laura was looking over at her, eyes wide open, slightly hunched. "Already losing it? Women up now and get back here", Hannah barked. She tends to imitate a drill sergeant when it comes to sports. Laura finally managed to get up and exhaled sharply. "Done", Laura said, falling on the couch. Some drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. "I want to read the next one." She yanked Hannah's laptop and read aloud. "Next. Lay flat on your stomach and relax. That should be easy." They did. Although both now felt their needs increase, they managed to contain it for now. When they got back up, Hannah took off her sports jacket. "It's getting warm, isn't it?", she said. She tossed the jacket on the floor next to her. Her red tank top already had small hints of pit stain. "Much better. How are you holding up?" "Still empty, I could do this all night", Laura said, having some more drops of sweat on her forehead. Hannah looked at her with a smile, tilting her head. "Yeah, sure you can. Let's move on. Oh, this will be fun. Sit on the toilet fully clothed for one minute. You're up for it?", Hannah said. "O... Okay, sure", Laura said, not quite as sure. They both walked over to the bathroom. Hannah sat down first. She wiggled around a bit and looked straight ahead. She started to count. "58... 59... 60. That was easy. Now you go. But as you appear bored, I'll increase the difficulty a bit." Hannah waited for Laura to sat down, walked over to the sink, and turned the faucets on. She added to it by making hissing noises. "Hey, that's not fair", Laura protested. "But whatever, I'm gonna win anyway". None of the two believed that. Hannah cautiously monitored Laura for any motions. At the 20 second mark, Laura felt a contraction again. She flinched. "Oh no!", Hannah said in a mocking voice. She hissed again. "Think of warm waterfalls. Flowing freely. Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymooore" she sang, rotating on the spot. Laura struggled but tried to concentrate. Finally, the 60 second mark was up and she shot up from the toilet. She didn't dare to tell Hannah how close she got to losing it. Hannah slouched back to her living room, thinking of ways to finally defeat Laura. When they sat down, she took another two cans. "You know the drill", Hannah said, starting to feel impatient and also feeling her bladder bulge a bit. This time, neither of the girls had intentions of drinking the whole can, leaving about a fifth in it. Looking at each other and silently agreeing on cheating, they slowly turned the cans upside down again and dumped the liquid on their bellies. Hannah flinched. The liquid started to flow down her tank top and into the waist band of her leggings. It was still a bit cold from the fridge. When a drop entered her panties, she shuddered. She immediately moved the can upwards, trying to spread as much as possible on her boobs to avoid more of the liquid finding it's way down. Laura saw this and quickly did the same. Luckily she poured slower and had yet to reach the point of it flowing down. When both of their cans were finally empty, they snapped out of the staring context. Both now had reasonably-sized wet spots on their tank tops, while Hannah's red one obviously showed more. Hannah took a deep breath, making her chest move up and down, and felt the wet fabric stick to her body. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought. The wet feeling somehow elevated her needs drastically. She was getting nervous. She distracted herself by looking into the laptop again. "Okay. Uhm..." She started wiggling her thighs. "next up is... Standing up and touching.... touching your toes. Five times, for ten seconds each." She gulped. Still, she had to mime the soon-to-be-winner, so she pulled herself up and gestured for Laura to do the same. Both looked at each other, having both a smile and curled-up eyebrows, eyes wide open. This was it. Both bent over, looking at their feet. Both moaned in discomfort. When they got back up, Hannah was sweating even more, an empty look on her face. "One", she said. Two. Back up. Laura shuddered and pressed her thighs together, thinking of kinked garden hoses. A well-built dam. The Sahara desert. The rain forest. She shook her head. A dried-up cookie from yesterday. Dumped in coffee, soaking, dripping. She shook her head again. They got down again. When touching her toes, Hannah felt a contraction. She gasped. She felt her knees get soft, trying to force her into a squat. She had to withstand it. She could not lose. Not lose a drop. Her bladder contracted again. This time, she felt a spurt. And another. She quickly looked over. Laura was still looking down, breathing heavily. She must have not noticed it yet. It was finally time to get up again. They observed each other. "Last one", both said simultaneously. They slowly got down again. Laura felt her belt like a slowed-down punch to her bladder. It felt as if the liquid was starting to be pushed out forcefully. She was starting to lose control. A wave of desperation hit her and she shuddered violently. Her legs started to shake, as if they weren't able to carry the weight of her bladder. Her whole body was aching for release. She took a glance at Hannah. "TEN!", she screamed. Hannah was startled. She gasped again and felt a spurt. She tried to contract her muscles, but nothing happened. She tried again. The spurt turned into a leak. The leak gained momentum. Hannah pressed her thighs together and got to her knees a bit. "No! N-No! Ugh", she whimpered. She lost. After some seconds, she was finally able to shut the flow. Her leggings were completely drenched between her legs, single drops falling from it. The streaks down her legs glistened up and slowly disappeared. She looked over to Laura, defeated. "I won! I won!", Laura said, jumping in the air. She immediately regretted this wave of joy. When her feet touched the ground, it felt like a water balloon was dropped inside her body. This was too much. She felt the pee shoot out with full force. There was no point in containing it now, she thought. She relaxed. At this rate, her panties were completely soaked within five seconds. She put her hands on her black pants. She could feel the pee pool in her hand, slowly drenching the front of her pants and escaping downwards, making her pants shine like they were made of leather. She rubbed her hands, trying to spread the wetness as much as possible. The heat between her legs made her shiver. When she was finally done, a sizable puddle formed underneath her, despite her pants having soaked up most of it. Her pants felt heavy and sticked to her knees and thighs. She smiled at Hannah, eyes half-closed from exhaustion and relieve. Hannah was jealous. Not only had she lost, she was still close to exploding. "Ugh. Screw this. You won", she said, looking down and tilting her hips forward. She waited for the next contraction of her bladder and didn't prevent it. She felt the pee shoot out of her, hitting her panties hard. She made a hissing sound, only this time not from her mouth. Her panties had no chance to soak the liquid up as quickly as it came, so it shot up her butt. Hannah shuddered and gasped. With her thighs still pressed together, the liquid slowly pushed out of her leggings and pooled between her legs before flowing downward. She ran her fingers through this canal, grabbing warm wetness and returning it back up. Her leggings felt squishy and smooth. She grabbed her crotch and pulled on the leggings. She let them snap back onto her body with a smack, making her moan again. After much more time than Laura, she was finally done. Her bladder was bigger after all, she thought, holding on to this small victory in a defeat. "That was... I don't know. Ugh", Laura moaned, smiling at Hannah, eyes still half-closed. "I have to rest", she said, throwing herself onto the couch and sitting straight up again. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" "Yeah, I don't care. The sofa's washable. I had to do that anyway.", Hannah calmed her. She fell to the sofa too, her leggings glistening up again with the change of position. "Watch a movie and then call it a night? I'm exhausted", she murmured. "Sounds like a plan. Frozen?", Laura said, smirking. Hannah agreed. They got comfortable and watched the movie. Each feeling their pants every now and then. When Elsa's famous scene came on, they looked at each other. They have waited for that moment. They both nodded. On cue, as Elsa shot out ice, they sang along and forcefully let it go again. Their panties were soaked once more. When the movie was over, they smiled at each other. "Thanks for the night, Hannah", Laura said, hugging her friend. Their wet pants touched. Laura didn't feel the need to change before leaving, as her pants didn't show much wetness. She was looking forward to walking home in them, feeling the wetness with every step. Hannah undressed and got in her bed, only having rubbed herself dry with a towel, when she received a text from Laura: Hannah? *knock knock* Do you wanna pee your panties? Come on, let's wet with me I'm going to just let it flow inside my clothes And watch you do the saame~
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    FP-013 - Masochistic Pleasure holding pee A woman badly needing to pee enters the bathroom. Upon entering she realizes she enjoys the feeling of a full bladder and continues to hold it for as long as she can before spraying her pee everywhere. Some girls simply just hold it while other will start getting naked and playing with themselves while still trying to hold on for as long as possible. Enjoy
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  32. I'm surprised that one didn't do better too!
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  33. Very nice topic! I also have vivid memories of various cases involving both knowns and strangers women. Most of them I’ve already shared in this forum. But this topic is a nice opportunity to recall some memories. Let’s start with one that was involved one of mine acquaintance. She was 25 years old then, a nice looking brunet, slim with nice body. We met at noon in a restaurant, drank beer. Even before we went to the restaurant, she openly admitted that she has to pee. It was a restaurant with tables outside. When the waitress came to take our order, my acquaintance asked where the toilet is. But she did not go immediately. We hadn't seen each other in a long time and we had a lot to talk about. So, we stayed there about an hour. I watched her closely as we talked. She was in a tight short skirt, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, facing to me. Without bothering to peek, I could see her white panties almost all the time. It looked very sexy, especially the second half of the time, when her skirt had risen even higher. She also changed the position of her legs several times, which gave me a wide detailed upskirt view. She wore white lace panties and а hairy triangle could be seen through. At that moment, I noticed a slight discomfort in her body, but nothing impressive. She mentioned few times that she had to go to the toilet, but she kept postponing it. I still wonder I she didn’t go. Maybe she didn't feel so much pressure when she sat down. At the end we paid the bill, we were still in talks and she forgot to go the toilet. We left the restaurant and went for a short walk in the nearby park. She remembered she had to call someone and we stopped for her to call. During that call, I waited aside and I looked at her. Obviously, the strong need to pee hit her at that moment. She started looking quite desperate. She couldn’t stay still at all, doing small circles, while talking. Soon she realized that she had to finish the call and tried a few times to end the conversation, but on the other side they continued, asking her more question. I looked carefully each of her body movements. She placed discreetly her palm in front of her skirt and looked like she wanted to press herself in the crotch. Finally the call ended. We continued to the entrance of the park and she told me in worried voice “I have to pee somewhere, immediately“. My natural reaction was to tell her not to enter the park, but to return to the restaurant. Her answer shocked me: “I can pee in the bushes. I don’t care…” I couldn't believe what I heard! Of course, I didn't mind. I said nothing and we continued down the alley. I was very excited and I did my best not to show it. I was walking with a nice sexy girl, which are desperate to pee. I secretly hoped I could watch her peeing. She looked really worried and asked me to hurry. She was looking around to find a secluded spot in the bushes, despite the fact that it was full of people around. I convinced her to continue further in, where there are more secluded alleys and less people. Furthermore, I wanted to be a place without people around, so I could peek. It seemed that she didn’t care much and was ready to squat in the first bush, even if it was not so hidden. She confessed she wasn’t sure that she could make it. We were walking with a tense gait and she pushed me to hurry, almost running, kept saying how much she needed to pee. I realized that the situation is really serious and we really need to find a place as soon as possible. It was clear that she was going to make an accident. I realized, I was about to watch something interesting, but I didn't know if it would be peeing or wetting. As soon as we saw the first possible alley on the right we turned into it. There was a part with quite thick bushes and a big tree next to them. The bushes were an ideal shield from the alley and at the same time they were open to me. I suggested this place, although I was not sure she agreed, because it was very open from our side, so she couldn’t hide from me. But she agreed immediately! She handed me the folder she was carrying and she darted to the tree, raising the skirt. For my regret, she didn’t squat in a full view in front of me, but went behind the tree. I had a view of her knees and thighs, but her bottom and intimate parts were hidden from the tree. I could not see the stream from my position and pretended to be distracted I did a few steps forward to get a better view. I saw almost everything. She squatted very low down, her bottom almost touched the ground. She was concentrated on the process and didn’t notice me at first. I tried to look more and more and suddenly our eyes were met. She realized that I stared at her and giving me a smile, she moved a few steps behind the tree as she was still in a squat position and peeing. She blocked me to see her view however, I did not give up and walked slowly in the other direction, so that I could see her from the other side of the tree. I caught a glimpse of her naked ass, but she saw me again and started laughing. Then with a quick duck steps she moved out of my view again. She obviously wouldn't let me watch her freely, but at the same time she didn’t feel much uncomfortable that I was looking. I have a feeling that she was hiding more out of good manners than out of shame. I really wanted to go close to her and look at her directly, but I didn't dare do it. She continued to pee for a long time. At the moment I saw her standing up, I immediately went close to her. She hadn't even taken off her skirt yet. It turned out that while she was moving while peeing, she sprayed with pee her legs. She had to clean herself with napkins. I was very excited and aroused from her and she felt that. She said how much better felt now. I tried to prolong the conversation and she confessed that it was not the first time she peed in the park. But she said, that this time was quite emergency. She also explained me that the most convenience outfit for a girl to pee outside are short skirts and thongs. She explained me she didn't even take off her thongs, she just pulled them aside. I really didn't notice that her thongs were taken off, while she was peeing. Only her mini skirt was raised to the waist. This is one of the most impressive cases. Every time I walk by these bushes I think about my acquaintance.
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  34. I think the commenter who said very slow moving traffic is more likely to produce an accident than stand-still is correct. I can think of only one time I was with someone who came close to having a true bladder bursting accident, and it was when we were in a terrible snag before the George Washington Bridge from NYC to NJ. For hours we were moving a couple inches at a time, and so it wasn’t really possible to get out and pee but also we had no way to get to a bathroom and no receptacles that would have worked. My GF at the time was very much in the process of accepting that she was going to wet herself when traffic finally started moving again…
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  35. Beautiful memory!!! Okay another of mine. I was at my University's library one evening finishing an essay of after class until it was dark out, middle of winter nearly seven o'clock. Finally it was just me and the librarian left, and while I was only 19 at the time, the librarian was 28 (I found out months later, I knew she was fairly young!) and was slim and pretty. Her name was Kendra and she was very friendly with a lot of the students who she helped. She became almost like an older sister type on campus. Kendra had been behind her desk the whole afternoon and I noticed she'd been drinking from her holiday themed thermos the whole afternoon as she sat at her station answering student's questions. An avid coffee drinker, Kendra was known to have coffee in her thermos and more brewing in the library breakroom on a regular basis. I'd been drinking coffee on this particular evening too just for extra focus, atypical for me after dark. After a while of working and drinking my coffee, I had to pee, so I sat up from my desk. As I did I looked across the library and saw Kendra behind her desk focusing on her computer, and I swear I saw her bouncing in her seat subtly as she sat their focused on what she was typing or reading. I quickly made on to the men's room, but was surprised to find it already locked for the evening, even though the library was supposed to be open for another 30 minutes. I went back to my computer and continued to work on finishing my essay, knowing I was probably gonna have to do more work back at my dorm room. Finally, at 7 Kendra approaches me with a smile notifying me that it's closing time and time for the two of us to go. We were last people in the library and it was up to her to lock up now. She asked me if I wouldn't mind walking her to her car since it was dark out. I said sure, it didn't bother me to walk her to the parking lot as it was rather dark and secluded, particularly as it was winter and the days got darker earlier in the evening. I noticed that Kendra's abdomen looked rounded, and was pushing out against her blouse and skirt waistline quite tightly and protrudingly. It looked like the result of too much coffee over too many hours without peeing, and I genuinely felt for Kendra when after notifying me that it was time for us to go, she made her way over to the ladies room, only to find it locked. She pulled on the handle firmly, and finding that it wouldn't budge, lifted one leg in the air behind her, looking up to the lock with pleading looking eyes as a quiet, "oh no. locked." She turned back to me with a sheepish, embarassed looking smile and, "Oh dear, I guess the custodial staff locked up the restrooms already, that's okay, no bother, I just have to make sure everything else is locked up real quick", after which she had to make sure all the other doors inside the building and the doors in and out of the building were locked up. This included locking the office doors upstairs as well as the upstairs restrooms. I could see the upstairs from where I sat by the stair below, and was intrigued to see Kendra discover the upstairs restrooms locked too... After five minutes of her doing her rounds, finally we could leave, and Kendra was noticeably fidgety as she approached me for the second time. As she looked over from across the room before walking over to me, it was as if she were hoping I would have already left, but she walked over briskly. She actually seemed to notice my eyes take in her subtly moving feet and her swollen abdomen and blushed when we made eye contact at my desk. "Okay, I suppose we go" she said. "Okay Im just gonna use the mens room real quick." I said standing up. "Theyre locked" she quickly said. "I tried already" Soon we left, and I noticed that she stepped very subtly from foot to foot as she waited for me to pack my books and things into my backpack before we could leave. We were talking about how it was finals week for me, and how she remembers the stress of finals week, and trying to finish end-of-semester assignments and how the stress is actually kind like adrenaline and she misses it, and the conversation was very friendly and joyous the whole time. She was smiling, in spite of the fact, as I could tell, that she needed to pee soon. I needed to pee as well which was turning me on more knowing that Kendra needed to. With the cap off I noticed her thermos was completely empty, with only a coffee stain in the bottom of it. Kendra had been sitting behind her desk drinking that coffee for the better part of three hours, a considerably long time to hold a full-of-coffee bladder... As soon as we stepped out of the library into the frigid, snow covered January night Kendra crossed her arms tightly against the sudden cold while she rapidly lifted one leg HIGH in the air across her abdomen, a sure sign of a girl who needs urgently to pee. I needed to go as well, and wondered if there might be some way of bringing it up. Could I get away with it? It really was unfortunate that the restrooms were locked. When we finally reached the parking lot, I was "all in" on my gamble. I went for it. I looked around the snowy, yet secluded parking lot, behind the library and turned to Kendra with a subtle yet theatrical bouncing of my own as I looked her in the eyes and asked her, sounding genuinely believable and candid, "You know, I'm sorry, but it really is a shame the bathrooms were locked up, I actually need to pee quite badly and my dorm's all the way at the other end of campus, god is there any way you could just keep watch and make sure no one comes?" I said as I stepped past her car to the bushy corner of the parking lot, unzipping my pants already, just twelve or so feet away from her. Her eyes widened as I turned away from her grabbing my fly, as she said, "Oh you really can't do- oh... Okay, okay" she said, sounding worried as she turned away and looked over the empty parking lot as if to make sure no one was around. "Im sorry I really had to go." I said, actually embarrassed now, very aware of the loudness of my pee hitting the bush in front of me. "No it's not your fault she said, the restrooms really shouldn't be locked before I lock them in the evening, Im gonna complain tomorrow about this." she was saying. "Please don't mention me" I said, turning back to her. She was holding her crotch, but let go quickly when she saw me turn to her suddenly. "No I wont say anything about you." Finally I finished peeing, and turned back to Kendra once more. She was stepping from foot to foot quickly and with big frantic steps now, not at all able to hide her need any more as she looked to me blushing furiously red while she tugged on the waistline of her skirt and said, "Oh my god, Im so sorry and this is so inappropriate and but could you please watch while I go too? My god I would never do this but I've needed to pee all afternoon now and I really cant wait to get home. Please please come this way." she said beckoning me to trade places with her in the shadowy, bushy corner. "Please look out" she said, lifting her skirt hurriedly as she stepped past me in the snow. "OOhhhh, Oh god" she moaned as her pussy erupting with hissing piss. Kendra peed and peed and peed, she peed in the snowy corner for twice as long as I did, letting out several more "ohs" while she awkwardly kept saying things while she was peeing, as if to hide the loudness of her hissing stream, saying things like, "Oh I really am going to complain, Oh my god, Im sorry, I know we're both adults but I would really never do this I swear, I just, I went all afternoon without peeing, oh I'll shut up too much information. Im sooo sorry." sounding in a cross between humiliation and wanting to sound professional as she was still a staff member despite being a young adult not too much older of different generationally than myself. Finally she finished and rose back upright from her squatting position, still raging red in her cheeks with embarrassment. "Okay, Im gonna talk to admin tomorrow and neither one of us is going to mention this ever again." Kendra said with a stern index finger in the air but a friendly, embarassed smile on her face. "deal" I said. Glancing past her momentarily, I saw her puddle was huge. She saw me glance at it and turned around and looked at it herself before exclaming "Oh my GOD!!!" and bursting out into uproarious laughter as she looked back into my eyes, saying "I really had been holding it all afternoon!" through her laughter, trying to explain away the enormous ammount of pee she let out, melting through so much snow in her big yellow puddle... The bathrooms were never locked til Kendra locked them after that. She winked at me once as she passed me in the library, entering the ladies room. Any other memories? Anybody?
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  36. I have a lot of wetting adventures, but normally once I'm finished for the day, I'm exhausted and it's hard to write them out. But I thought I'd try to write out at least one, while it's a bit fresh in my mind. This happened a little less than a month ago. I love being controlled and dominated in general. Giving up control means I don’t have to think or make many choices. All the responsibilities of daily life melt away and are replaced with obedience and giving into someone else’s power. Whenever I hold, having someone to help control the hold makes it so much better. The “he” in this story refers to someone who I let control my holds from time to time, through the internet. The control started with my outfit. My favorite outfit to see get soaked is a pair of light grey leggings (a very popular opinion around here, it seems). But since this was a public desperation day, my dom had mercy on me. On went a warm sweater, a mini black circle skirt, some boots, a long jacket, and a pair of black tights. Underneath were a pair of black panties and a cream and black lacy bra. Getting to the point of extreme desperation takes me a few hours. For that reason, I waited until I was at about a 6/10 on the desperation scale to leave the house. On my way out, extra water bottle and red Gatorade in tow, I was told to grab a shot glass. What was that for? Who knows, but I’m obedient, so the shot glass went into my jacket pocket and I was off to the bus stop. The bus ride was about 30 minutes to the outdoor mall near me. My desperation rose over that time, and each jostle of the bus reminded me of the fact that my bladder was filling up and staying full for as long as today’s challenge lasted. At one point, the bus driver finished his shift, and we all had to wait for the next driver to arrive and start driving again. It took a few extra minutes, but eventually we got going and I made it to my stop 40 minutes later. My arrival at the mall meant my rules were now in effect. The rules were as follows: 1. The most important rule, no leaking. Leaks were unacceptable - I needed to prove I could hold it - and any leak would mean an immediate change into dry clothes to try again. 2. No using my hands to hold. No touching my crotch at all, especially since I’d be in public. Such an action is a clear sign that someone has to pee, and it’s important that I not telegraph my desperation and draw attention to myself. 3. No crossing my legs. Crossing my legs is something that often prolongs a hold and helps me keep control for longer. And that day was supposed to be a challenge, so “no crossing legs” added to the difficulty. Rule number one was of utmost importance. The latter two rules could be broken if and only if I was in immediate danger of breaking rule number one. And if I broke rule number one…well, that would be a sign that I’d need to get to a bathroom ASAP. I also had a few things to purchase that day at the mall: some thigh highs, and a new water bottle. The only way to get some sort of relief, I was told, was to either a. complete a challenge he assigned to me or b. obtain one of the items from my list. Heading to the mall at a 6/10 meant that once I arrived, I was already at a 7/10. For me, this means that my need to pee is at the forefront of my mind, but focusing on other things and acting normal is still possible if necessary. Heading into my first clothing store, I assumed it would be easy to hold until I found the socks I was looking for. But as I walked in, the man controlling my hold let me know that I had to get a coffee or tea before starting my search. Okay, then, coffee shop it was. The mocha warmed my hands - a welcome feature on a cold day. But it was also caffeinated. Caffeine is a bladder irritant and it also just makes me antsy in general. The only times I’ve had a genuine loss of control, either caffeine or alcohol were involved. Since they didn’t allow food or drink in the clothing store (hmmm, seems as though he set me up this way) I had to either finish the full drink quickly before going in, or take my time drinking and let my desperation build. I chose the first option, gulping it down and entering the store. The caffeine-to-bladder pipeline was shorter than usual. My 7/10 desperation stepped up to an 8/10. Now every other thought in my head was my urgent need to pee. Yes, the store still existed - it was not so urgent that everything else melted away. But the surrounding world blurred and warped along as priority shifted from “look for socks” to “look for a bathroom.” There was no point in looking for a bathroom, however, without looking for my knee highs first. If I asked for any relief before finding the socks, it meant I’d have to complete a challenge. And who knows if that challenge would be a breeze or if it would lead to me helplessly leaking into my tights sooner than assumed. This store had leggings, tights, and all kinds of socks…except thigh highs. At least, I didn’t think they had them. What was I looking for again? What did I even need these socks for? Again, my thoughts blurred and twisted together, only coming back together to remind me “you need to pee.” Not seeing any thigh highs, I ended up snagging pair of athletic slides I needed. Waiting in line to buy them was challenging, as my bladder was feeling fuller and fuller by the second. The coffee had worked its way through. And the need for relief hit all at once. I said as much, and he told me that if I needed relief, he would let me have some. I readily agreed, he told me to go to this store's bathroom. The back of the store came into view, the restroom within eyeshot. But a yellow sign hung over the open door, the classic omo trope: Bathroom closed for cleaning. Shit. Head empty of everything except the tugging need for relief - the store next to this has a bathroom - get there - quick - don’t think - don’t think too hard about it - just rush. The back of the next store had an elevator leading up to their bathrooms. The elevator creaked as I got in, and the button didn’t respond when pressed at first. I pressed it again, the button lit up, then turned off again. I mashed the button then (everyone does it, admit it, even though it doesn’t make the elevator close any faster). The doors rumbled closed and the "floor up" button still failed me despite pressing it about 20 times in a row. This wasn’t going fast enough, and panic started to course through me. Was there another store nearby? Maybe that would be faster than this somehow. In hindsight, it was stupid to give up on this store’s bathroom when it’s so close. I could’ve taken the stairs. But I was in full stupid mode due to my bulging, weakening bladder. Rational thought went out the window. I pressed the "door open" button, and my stomach dropped when it didn’t light up. Pushed it again - still no response from the button. Nothing was happening, the elevator was not moving. And a vision flashed through my head: myself stuck in there, elevator broken down, wetting myself completely. As quickly as tears started to form and my mind began preparing itself for the ultimate humiliation of standing in a puddle of my own urine, the elevator door suddenly opened again. The journey to the third store is blocked out of my memory because none of my thoughts were productive or worth remembering. Every cell of my being screamed “Don’t wet yourself! Don’t wet yourself!” over and over as I made my way to this store’s bathrooms. Two women stood ahead of me in front of 2 all-gender restrooms. One was squirming slightly, while the other showed no obvious signs of desperation. In the wait for the line, it would’ve been socially acceptable to hold a hand to my crotch or cross my legs. But that was against the rules, so I kept my legs slightly parted and tried to act unbothered by the wait. Finally, relief was in my reach as I entered the bathroom. He told me to take out the shot glass, pull down my tights and underwear, and pee into it. I was to fill the shot glass once, stop the flow completely, then dump it out. Then, do those same actions a second time. If a third shot glass of relief was needed, however, filling it up would come with a price. The first two shot glasses felt so good to let out, that I begged for a third. Knowing that it would cost me and I’d have to do three challenges total, I pissed a third shot glass’ worth and poured it into the toilet. As a counterpoint to these bits of relief, he assigned 3 challenges to be completed before he'd allow me any more relief. 1. Wash my hands, nice and slow. 2. Go to another store and ask someone where the nearest restroom was 3. Finish the gatorade I’d brought. The first two seemed difficult, but survivable. The third, however, meant drinking a lot more liquid. Was it worth it, just to have filled up that third and final shot glass? Or would I pay for my greed once this liquid hit my bladder? Only time would tell. I washed my hands and the shot glass thoroughly, despite the wave of desperation crashing through my aching bladder. Challenge one completed. Onto the next. As I walked to another clothing store to search for the thigh highs, the Gatorade slowly dwindled down. Wandering through the store, my search for these socks began to feel a little silly. Do stores even sell thigh highs anymore? But- oh, I found them - the thigh highs! Unfortunately, a huge line of people was between me and the next relief. Waiting behind the 6 or so people ahead felt impossible, especially as a few of them had lengthy returns to process. While checking out, it was the perfect opportunity to ask where the nearest bathroom was. The cashier told me it was outside and to the right, a while down the corridor. Challenge two, completed. Next, I was told to take a detour to Victoria's Secret and try on some bras. Back at a 9/10 and a nearly empty-gatorade, trying on a few bras and then leaving Victoria’s Secret without a leak would be impossible, even on a non-busy day. The dressing room today had a line several people deep (women wanting to impress their partners for the holidays with sexy lingerie, it seemed). Because I had picked up the pace with the Gatorade and it was now completely gone (Challenge three, done), I was allowed to forfeit this excursion and find the bathroom. The catch? I couldn’t go to the nearest bathroom, and I was not allowed to re-enter a bathroom I had already been in that day. In my desperate state, the mall felt like a hellish labyrinth, signs pointing in all directions, and the restrooms were not clearly marked due to some construction in the area. Escalators, stairs, long pathways, detours...then a sign in front of the restrooms once they were finally within view: Bathrooms closed due to construction. That day, my luck with bathrooms was laughably bad to the point of seeming surreal. I then had to go try to find another bathroom. This next one was another single room, with 5 people ahead of me. The woman ahead of me was clearly desperate and people were taking quite a long time. While in the line for the bathroom here, I thought I’d lose control. My brain was no longer processing the details of other peoples’ faces, only their general shapes. Even reading my instructions on the screen was hard, but I was able to understand this much: I was allowed to release one more shot glass worth of relief, but as a consequence, I had to do 1 challenge in the bookstore. My challenge was to ask a staff member where to find a specific book. Out of respect for the bookstore employee not being exposed to my kink, I steeled myself and kept a straight face while asking where I could find it. That challenge was completed successfully. Victorious over every challenge so far, I let my guard down a bit. I was impressed with myself and how much easier it was to hold in public. Then a mocking wave of desperation came over me, so strong it made me whimper. Being in the quiet of the bookstore made the need to go crash even louder inside my head. A stinging sense of panic poked at my bladder. As I slid the book back into its place, a leak escaped into my panties. The wetness remained contained in their gusset, but I confessed to the man controlling my hold that I had broken the first rule. There was no punishment for this rule break, exactly, but wet panties were still unacceptable to be wearing in public. I was told to change into a dry pair of panties. in the bookstore’s bathroom. Being naked from the waist down, right next to the toilet, was excruciating. But I endured the strain on my bladder and pulled up my tights over my newly-replaced, dry panties. I was also allowed another relief at this time. This didn’t help my desperation at all. I was now so past the edge of “I need to go badly” that a small release couldn’t even touch my desperation. As expected, as a consequence of this (unsatisfying, unhelpful) relief, I had to do another challenge: I had to find dice and cards section on my own, without an employee’s help. Upon arrival at the appropriate section, my brain somehow associated "finding what I was looking for" with "immediate relief, you can pee now!" The area between my legs instantly flipped from dry, to a hot wetness as a large leak shot into my panties and dampened my tights. Oh…oh god. My mini skirt was long enough to cover up the effects of this leak, but any more wetness and I was in danger of walking out of this store with darkened tights and tears streaming down my face. Due to the disaster that was about to ensue, I was told that I was allowed to release my entire bladder in the toilet. But with one final catch: I had to make it to the bathroom all the way down the outdoor corridor at the mall. There was no time to stop and think, to weigh whether or not I would make it, to ask if I could have one more relief before trying to reach the final bathroom. Instead, I was out of the bookstore before I knew it. The air whipped against me as I speed-walked, making me shiver with cold as well as extreme determination to make it to the bathroom. I was almost there, and then…you know those dreams where you’re trying to run, but it feels like you’re trapped in a thick goo and you can barely move forward? That’s how the world felt - slow motion, like any traction I had against completely soaking myself was slipping from my grasp. My clenching muscles relaxed so subtly that it was practically imperceptible - imperceptible, that is, until a thin stream trickled into my panties and slicked my inner thighs. To my horror, the tiny flow evolved into short, strong gushes. My hand flew to my crotch and I pleaded with my bladder to hold on just a few steps further. My bladder refused, and just continued its gradual leaking. I have no idea who could see me - I wasn’t looking around. I was in a haze and the only way out was to get this leaking to stop. I crossed my legs as tightly as possible, and the flow slowed to a stop. With legs crossed, hand pressing my skirt into my wet crotch, and my thighs wet with my urine, it occurred to me that I was breaking all three rules at once. I couldn’t afford to waste another second worrying about rules or challenges or obeying, though, without soaking myself where I stood. My vision sharpened in those final feet to the bathroom and beheld a miracle of a sight: a completely empty set of stalls! The latchkey effect kicked in and the floodgates opened. I locked the stall and sat straight on the toilet with my clothes still on. Pee blasted through my tights and I cried from sheer relief. Technically, I had completed the final challenge, and made it to the end of that day’s games. But my rule-breaking, I’m sure, will not go unpunished. Oh, and I forgot to buy a new water bottle that day. Don’t worry - I’ve got one now, all ready to go for my next adventure.
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  37. Ask and you shall receive!! “I can’t believe he turned me to stone! I have to pee so bad!” Shawna moaned silently. It had been three weeks since her boyfriend, Kevin, a sorcerer, had turned her into a stone statue following an argument between the two. She’d been desperate to pee, having been cursed with a weak bladder. But they were heading home from a road trip and he wouldn’t stop. Then, he had to nerve to cast a petrification spell on her as she made a mad dash for the restroom. Now, she had no choice but to grace his living room as an unwilling decoration. But the worst part was that, even in her current state, she had to pee like nobody’s business. “Did he have to make it so my bladder would keep filling? Or that I’d have to feel it?” Indeed, her bladder continued to absorb moisture inside her. While it obviously wouldn’t expand while she was made of stone, she would definitely be in trouble whenever he chose to release her. “ARGH!!! I’d wet myself all over his carpet right now if I could! Would serve him right for torturing me like this!!” ******************************************************* So yeah, Shawna’s still a statue in my living room. It’s been almost a month. I feel like she’s learned her lesson, so I think it’s only good and right to release her. “Flesh totalus!” I watched as the stone effect began to reverse itself, starting with the top of her head. As the stone moved down, I saw her eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the lighting of the room after a month of only seeing grainy black and white vision. As her mouth became soft and fleshy again… “You piece of shit! How dare you do that to me?! I can’t wait until my bladder and crotch revert back, because I’m gonna piss all over your carpet!” I raised an eyebrow. “Bladder seal! Let’s see you try now.” “GAH!!!” Her breasts became freed from there stone prison and happily jiggled around freely. I didn’t blame them, I had missed them, too. As the stone receded down her body, she looked down in shock as her tummy stuck out, distended from holding in a month’s worth of urine. As her peehole became free, she attempted to pee, only to find that I certainly had sealed her bladder closed. She clutched her abdomen, painfully, pathetically. As her legs began to return to flesh, she welcomed the ability to squeeze her thighs together. As her entire body reverted to normal, she collapsed to her knees in agony. “Kevin, please! This isn’t funny! I feel like my bladder and kidneys are going to burst! You’ve proven your point and I’m sorry for being such a bitch. Just please...” She gestured at her bulging bladder, a look of pure fear in her eyes. I couldn’t stand to see her in so much pain. “OK, Shawna. You’re right. Bladder freedom!” “OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shawna moaned as her bladder, unexpectedly and uncontrollably, began to void its contents all over my living room carpet. I didn’t really care if she messed it up, I could just use magic to get out the piss stains and odor. It was about exerting my control over her and reminding her who was in charge in this relationship. And as she knelt on my floor, soaked in her own piss, I don’t think there was any question who was in charge… ******************************************************* Later that night, Shawna sat in her own bedroom at home. She had laid plastic and towels over her sheets, as being forced to hold her pee in for a month had caused her to experience incontinence. She was scrolling through her phone, reading an article… “HOW TO LEARN WITCHCRAFT AND USE IT FOR REVENGE AND DOMINANCE” TO BE CONTINUED…
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  38. Sorry for the delay everyone, but it’s finally done. The final chapter! There’s something very exciting in the pipeline too, so stay tuned….. Chapter 39. Talk about feeling completely demoralised! I felt as if my entire life was spiraling out of control just then, and the tears started flowing again, this time without me trying to stop them. I threw a towel onto the bench seat and slumped there, my head resting on my crossed arms that were folded on the table, while I gave in to a series of wracking sobs. I started to get myself under control again, when I suddenly peed again without warning, and that set me off once more. “Paige! For heaven’s sake! Snap out of it,” AV implored with a hint of disgust in her voice. DV chimed in as well. “Yeah! What SHE said! Really Paigey, it’s not the end of the world! Nobody knows you, apart from Elsie and Ti, and you had your mask on! Why are you carrying on like this?” They were right, and I knew it, and I immediately began to calm down. Angel Voice whispered something else about me being moody on my period, and I actually snorted, and eventually even giggled a bit. Now that I thought back on it from within the safe confines of my personal castle, my over-the-top reaction seemed rather silly. After all, nobody apart from my neighbors could recognise me, and wetting your pants really isn’t a super big deal anyway. It had happened to me on multiple occasions during the years, including around friends and family, and never once had I ever experienced such an overly exaggerated breakdown like that! Angel Voice was right. I was being hormonal. I actually chuckled a little bit. My imaginary conscious voice new me better than I knew myself. After some of the embarrassments that I’d dealt with lately, like peeing my pants outside the shops and having Ti seeing me wet, AND in a diaper, then this was small change. I felt my inner strength beginning to return, and after a few moments of relaxing thoughts, I was able to finally get up and start dealing with it. It began with taking my stained and wet trainers off and dumping them in a bucket to soak, before cleaning myself up as best I could, before changing into an old dress and heading to the ablution block. Fifteen minutes later I was back home, freshly showered and cleaned, plus safely padded again in a clean kiddie pull up, my dress stashed safely away in a drawer again. Looking at my reflection, I paused to admire how cute I looked again in a fresh butterfly pull up, short pink t-shirt and pink ankle socks, but while I liked the look, it didn’t turn me on this time. Although I was clean, I felt frumpy and grumpy, and I didn’t hesitate to throw my old dressing gown on to cover up my cute little look. Being on my period always manages to make me feel somehow unattractive, which is dumb, but I can’t help it. “Don’t fret Paige,” AV told me. “This is just another experiment now, remember? You’ll get to see how effective your special pants are at this time of month.” She was right of course, and it did cheer me up. I’d been playing around with this idea of using my pull ups for my period, and my natural journalistic inquisitiveness had taken over again. I imagined that they’d work really well, assuming I didn’t pee myself and leak everywhere of course, but that wasn’t any different to doing the same thing with a pad or tampon in. It was more a matter of finding out if it made me feel unclean or not. If it did, I could always wear a pad inside my diaper, just to get the same feelings I was used too. I’d have to buy some of course, as I’d deliberately neglected to do so for just this experiment. I poured myself a wine, which made AV mildly berate me for drinking on an empty stomach, and so early in the day, but DV stood up to her staunchly, and she retreated back into wherever it is the voices go when they’re not bothering me, lol. After a smoke and my wine, I felt much better, although somehow fidgety and unsettled. I simply couldn’t be bothered trying to write, and didn’t want to actually go anywhere, but needed to keep occupied at the same time. Yoga was the key I realised. I cleared the coffee table out, and laid a thick towel on my yoga mat, just in case. With my current favourite album wafting out through my Bluetooth speakers, I proceeded to stretch and relax, finally letting my mind go almost completely blank. I eventually broke out of my peaceful reverie when a sharp jet of pee shot out while I was laying on my back and extending my legs, so I scrambled quickly to my feet, pulled down my nappy and peed into the bucket. Once I’d finished, I closely examined the padded lining of my diaper, and although it was a bit wet, it was already stained from my menstruations, so I changed into another one in the hope of maintaining my freshness. Now I certainly wouldn’t recommend that any girl who wants to feel clean on her cycle should pee into a bucket, because it’s not the best feeling, but the alternatives of wetting my nappy or trying to make it to the toilet weren’t fantastic options either, so I accepted it. This would be a bit of a downside to living in a place without an indoor toilet or shower, but if it was only a minor issue once a month, then I could learn to live with it. I needed another wine, but made a chicken sandwich to go with it, more to allay my guilt rather than anything to do with feeling hungry, and I consumed it with the wine. It wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet, and the two glasses of wine had a higher than usual intoxicating effect on my, relaxing me into a tipsy, calm state, helped along by having food in my tummy. Suddenly I yawned, as a wave of drowsiness swept over me. I guess a combination of exercise, alcohol, food, a shower, and wildly running emotions and hormones all combined to create a perfect storm of weariness. My unmade bed was looking like a safe haven that I was now badly craving. After folding a protective towel across the bed, and peeing in the bucket once more for good measure, I lay down, dressed in nothing more than my shirt, diaper and socks. Sleep didn’t come easy though. My brain kept spinning, going over and over the details of the past week again and again. I kept shifting around, trying to get into a comfortable position and fall asleep, but I couldn’t. Every time I almost dropped off, another memory would float across my mind. Some were mortifying, like what had just happened, or Ti seeing my wet pants or diaper, or losing control outside the shops. Others were intoxicating and exciting, involving my secret experiments and cute diapers and trainers. I gravitated between wanting to masturbate, and changing my identity and fleeing the country. I yawned, feeling frustrated, when a new, third voice spoke up from inside my mind, sounding like a mixture between Angel and Devil combined. “Why are you doing this to yourself Paige?” It asked kindly. “Stop fighting and second guessing yourself! It doesn’t really matter what the reason is, the FACT is, for the moment at least, you ARE currently virtually incontinent. You don’t have to justify it, nor do you owe anybody any explanation as to how or why. You DO NOT have to explain to a single person at all how or why it’s happened. Not to Mum, Max, Elsie, or anybody! You are definitely not the only adult in the world with this problem. “YES, you need to do something about it, but that’s YOUR problem, nobody else’s. Go to the fucking Doctor, concentrate on re-training yourself PROPERLY, but STOP OVER-ANALYSING IT! “You are having problems with holding your urine and keeping your pants dry. You’re not the only one. That’s exactly why they make diapers to fit adults. For Gods sake, you’re stronger than this! Stop hiding and crying over a situation that YOU CREATED! “THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!” I snuggled down cozily into the bedding, found myself smiling, and dozed off, waking up two hours later in a wet diaper, but feeling 100% better than I had earlier, with a newfound confidence and resolution. This time when I changed my nappy, I didn’t pay much attention to it at all. I didn’t admire my reflection first, nor did I squeeze or rub it. I only gave the inside padding a cursory glance, and that was more to check on my period flow, before I cleaned myself up with a clinical coldness, and applied more nappy rash ointment before stepping into an adult pull up. The wine and sleep had left a furry feeling in my mouth, and I craved a Coke, so I had one, feeling nothing special about doing so. The past had taught me that soda wasn’t always a great option, and recently I’d been using it for just that exact option, but this time was different. I wasn’t having one in an attempt to have an accident, but at the same time I felt no guilt whatsoever in having it. Yes, it could potentially irritate my bladder, but I would try and be careful, and if I did have an accident, I would be wearing a nappy anyway. That’s exactly what they were for. This is what being a responsible adult was all about. Choosing when to treat yourself, and being able to make choices regarding the outcome of your actions. If you drank too much alcohol, you might get a hangover. This didn’t stop millions of people choosing to drink excessively every day, then living with the consequences of their actions without feeling it necessary to make excuses to anyone else. Dammit. I was a thirsty adult, and I wanted a Coke. I would take steps to ensure that I was careful about using the toilet, (or bucket) but if I DID have an accident, my diaper would protect me. That’s exactly what they were for. If anyone found I was wearing it, I didn’t owe them even the slightest explanation at all. I felt as if I’d found a kind of inner peace. Perhaps my experiments might be nearly over? After all, I’d accrued a lot of personal data about the effectiveness of my various products, and now knew with a fair degree of certainty what would work and what wouldn’t. As long as I didn’t set myself up for a big, public accident, I would be able to control my issues with the selection of products available to me. The kids pull ups would be sufficient under normal conditions to wear in public for my long term issues of light leakage caused by stress incontinence, while the adult ones would be good to wear to bed, or in a situation where a toilet may not be readily or easily available, like at a concert for example. Mind you, I was starting to think that going to a concert might be years away while we kept hitting lockdown conditions all the time. Regardless of whatever style of protection that I chose, it was going to be a fact of life for me moving forward that I would need to be careful with my fluid intake, and with trying to regularly use a toilet whilst out. I drained my Coke, and felt no excitement, worry, or shame in doing so. Yes, it would probably make me pee, but I could do that in the bucket any time I chose, or go to the toilet. If I had an accident, it would be just that, an accident, and that’s exactly what my diaper was for. As long as I was careful, and tried hard not to wet myself, that was all that mattered. If I did wet myself, it simply shouldn’t matter to me, nor anybody else. I felt empowered. My phone rang. It was my mum. I won’t transcribe the conversation, except for the part that matters. The part of the conversation that we always have where she not-so-subtly asks how I am. “So, how have you been Paigey?” “Yeah. Pretty good mum, you?” “I’m good sweetie. But how’s your little problem going? Getting any better?” Every time. She always makes mention of my occasional stress incontinence. Like why does she even care? My little leaks have been going on forever! It was time to say something. “Actually mum, now that you ask, it’s been getting a bit worse….” I then went on to explain (loosely and without a lot of relevant details of course) how my incontinence had gotten worse. I told her that I’d wet the bed a few times and taken to wearing a diaper while sleeping. Then I told her that I’d completely wet myself on my morning jog. She was concerned of course, and made me swear that I’d go to the doctors as soon as I could, but I didn’t falter or try to deflect the conversation. I don’t want to over use the word “Empowering,” but that’s the only way to describe it. I told my mum I was wearing diapers to bed at least, and was having accidents, but I was dealing with it. Our call was interrupted by another incoming call warning. My boss, Max was ringing. I hastily made my parental goodbyes and took her call instead. In short, it was a similar conversation. She wanted to know if I’d be available to come into the office for a meeting with rest of the staff, instead of a zoom call. “Actually Max, this is kind of embarrassing, but I’d rather not if I don’t have to. I’m battling a bit of a health issue at the moment.” Max chuckled, but in a concerned way. “What’s up Paige? You haven’t caught a case of The ‘Rona have you?” I gave her a chuckle in return. “No, but I almost wish it was that. I’ve developed some sort of bladder issue. I keep wetting myself all the time!” To say she was shocked would be an understatement, but she recovered quickly and was incredibly supportive. Max is a wonderful people manager. She didn’t ask anymore questions, just said that she understood, wished me well, and made me promise to keep her informed. So that was two confessions made, mum, and work. I’d got through both conversations with only a modicum of embarrassment, although that may have been helped by the fact that they had been over the phone. Could I be so calm in person, face to face? Only one way to find out! I’d go and visit Elsie and Tiana. At 3pm, (giving Ti time to finish any online lessons,) I found myself knocking on the door of Elsie’s van with a shaking hand. I smoothed my skirt down at the back, feeling the thick adult nappy that was hidden underneath and held in place by some flesh coloured pantyhose. I could feel it, and although my mirror had declared that it wasn’t noticeable, my hand declared otherwise. “Don’t sweat it Paige,” Devil Voice advised. “They’re gonna know about it shortly anyway.” She was right, and I stopped rubbing my butt a full second before my elderly neighbour opened her door. Elsie was polite enough to feign surprise at my visit, even though I had told her earlier that I’d call in, and I’m sure she couldn’t have forgotten the blubbering mess in the piss soaked shorts that had made the promise. I would probably be cringing at that memory forever. Tiarni was sitting at the table in front of her laptop, and she gave an excited squeal of “Hi Paige,” as she shut it down before scrambling to her feet to greet me. The hug was unexpected, but really nice, and I pretended not to notice when Elsie pulled her granddaughter’s pants up properly, hiding the waistband of the pull up that had been sticking out over the top. I was more embarrassed about my own situation to really care one way or another about anyone else’s visible padding. I was seated comfortably on the sofa, while Elsie made tea and produced some delicious home made cookies, and after some small talk, I began to speak openly about my visit, and what had happened earlier. I will admit that I perhaps didn’t tell the complete truth, but I didn’t really lie either, just omitted to mention some pertinent facts about deciding to try diapers out as an experiment, or discovering how much I loved them. “I need to talk to you girls about what happened earlier,” I started, finding it difficult to make eye contact, and when Elsie tried to reassure me that it wasn’t necessary, I held up a polite hand to stop her, and explained that I actually NEEDED to talk about it, for my own sake at least. I started off slowly and uncomfortably, with a bit of stammering and stuttering, but the more I talked, the better I felt about it. I explained to both of them that I’d always had a slightly weak bladder, and brushed over how leaking pee when I coughed or sneezed had always been an issue. After Elsie took my hand and said that she absolutely fully understood that, and that it had been happening to her for many years, I started to relax and speak more freely. Soon my barriers were down, and I was telling some funny stories about some of my bigger accidents, including how I would wet the bed if I drank too much, which is when it was Ti’s turn to take my hand and tell me so solemnly that SHE certainly could understand my problem with that! I guess you had to be there, but it was kind of cute, lol. “Then I moved in here, and things started getting worse,” I explained. “The toilet block is close, but not always close enough,” I said, which made the older and younger girls pass a nod and a very knowing look between themselves. “I’ll find myself suddenly needing to go, but once I step outside and start walking, it becomes urgent really quickly, and I can’t always hold on. I began wetting myself on the way to the toilet! That’s what happened on that day that you saw me there Ti.” “Toldya Nan!” Tiarni exclaimed triumphantly, giving Elsie a victorious smirk, before blushing brightly at what she had just said, basically admitting to me that she had told her grandmother about seeing me in wet pants earlier in my stay here. She turned back to me, cheeks flushed red, and quickly stammered an explanation. “Sorry Paige. But you seen me doing the ‘zact same thing, remember? I hadda accident on the way to the toilet too! Remember? So I guess I told Nan about it, cause it kinda made me feel better seeing someone else having one to, ‘specially a grownup!” Elsie patted Ti’s hand lovingly, and took a breath before addressing me herself. “Paige, sweetie, believe me, we understand, don’t we Ti?” The girl blushed deeper, but kept her head up and maintained eye contact with he as her grandmother explained. “I’m an old lady, Paige. My plumbing isn’t as good as it once was, not by a long way, especially at night. Tiarni cant always hold on long enough either, especially when she’s doing her schoolwork. It’s a long walk to have a wee if you’ve been holding on for a long time, like she has to do while doing schoolwork. Then there’s the nighttimes. Neither of us want to walk to the toilets in the dark, and I won’t let her go by herself, but it’s hard to get these old legs moving sometimes. Plus if Ti wakes up during the night and needs to go, by the time she’s woken me up, it’s too late. That’s why we both wear protection. Ti for school and sleep, and me at nights. We simply couldn’t live without it. My son doesn’t approve of my letting her wear pull-ups, but then again I don’t approve of a lot of things that he does, and since Ti lives with me, I think it’s my call. After all, it’s so much cheaper and easier to throw a few nappies out instead of having to wash loads of sheets everyday! That laundromat is so expensive!” With everyone’s embarrassment out in the open, things became so much easier to talk about. I found myself telling them about how I’d been experimenting with different forms of protection, and they were surprised that I could still fit into kids pull ups! I explained that wet pants that morning had been a result of my “Thick Underwear” leaking. (I neglected to use the term Training Pants.” My explanations eventually came to an end with my saying how it had now gotten to a point where I wasn’t going to continue to try and hide it anymore, but was going to seek some medical advice, and do whatever was necessary to keep living my life, with or without diapers. Our conversation finished with the three of us sharing a group hug outside the door, as I turned to leave. I started walking back to my van when the urge to pee suddenly hit me, a result of the two cups of tea and can of soda that I’d consumed. I walked straight past my van and headed towards the toilet block, but I didn’t make it. As had been my recent experience, the mere sight of the toilet block was an automatic signal for my bladder to let go, and I began pissing myself without redemption while still a few meters away. I stopped in my tracks, and spread my legs slightly as the hot wetness soaked into my adult diaper. I glanced around nonchalantly, feeling no shame whatsoever, and saw nobody around, so I made no attempt at all to stop it from happening. I simply stood there and soaked my nappy without a care, then turned around and went back home again, feeling almost no emotions at all. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, and no guilt. I had genuinely tried to make it, but hadn’t been able to, and that was fine. It was why I was wearing a nappy in the first place. I also felt no real sexual turn on at all, probably because it had been a real accident and not something that I’d done on purpose. I will admit to feeling a little bit cute though, and that was nice. I like feeling cute. To my surprise, Angel and Devil remained silent as well, so I guess even they knew the difference between an unavoidable accident versus naughty playtime. Once inside, I took a deep breath as I relaxed, before taking my shirt and skirt off. Dressed only in a diaper, pantyhose and sleeveless undershirt, I sat down on a towel at my computer, and began to type. Maybe because my mind and conscience was now clear, I’m not sure, but the words just flowed out of me, as did my urine occasionally, although I wouldn’t stop writing to get up. A few hours later, and my pantyhose were soaked, as was the towel I was sitting on, my diaper having given up ages ago, but my novel was almost finished. I wrote more in that few hours than at any other time, and even upon re-reading it later, I found almost no mistakes. A few edits and a lot of reading later, and three days later I made use of my journalistic contacts and rang a publisher that I’d met a few times through work, who was more than happy to give it a cursory glance for me, then offer some advice as to what I should do next. A week after I sent it to her, I received a reply email, that almost took my breath away, especially considering how she had worded it. I guess because we knew each other it was sent with a little bit less professionalism than would normally have been the case. “Dear Paige. This is fucking brilliant! I want it! Get yourself an agent my dear girl, as we have some serious negotiations to go through!” She then listed a few contacts, with one in particular who she thought would be most interested, and suggested that she forward my story on to her, which I hastily agreed to. Two weeks went by, and I was beginning to think the worst, until I received an e-mail telling me that the agent was just as impressed as what the publisher had been, and it had a contract attached to it… Eventually we agreed on a three book deal, and there were whispers about television rights for a mini-series as well, but nothing has happened along those lines yet, although cheque that they sent me was VERY generous, much more so than what a brand new novelist could usually expect! I knew just what to do with the money as well….. After contacting my builder, some of my new found wealth changed hands, and a fully self contained granny flat was added to the backyard of my new house. Six months later, and we moved in. Yes. We. Now I live in the main house, and spend my days writing, my days of being the worlds worst journalist are long behind me as I’m working on finishing my second book. Elsie and Tiarni live in the flat, at no charge. I simply enjoy their company so much. I know it won’t be forever, as Elsie will only get older as will Ti, and eventually they will both move on, but it gives them some much needed space and a lot more dignity now. I believe that Ti still wets the bed sometimes, but doesn’t need a diaper during the day, which is great, because school went back, and she’s doing really well. As for me? I saw my doctor and had tests done, but no problems were found. I’ve been doing kegel exercises daily, and although my stress incontinence is a lot better, I still wear diapers everyday, as my urge incontinence is still an issue. Not to mention when I’m writing or in bed, I simply enjoy the freedoms that wearing gives me, and I still enjoy wetting myself on purpose! So there you have it guys and girls. My little story about how I became incontinent through wearing diapers! I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh! Devil and Angel still talk to me all the time, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
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    Hiya! Another video for this lovely community ❤️ This video was taken a couple of weeks ago, when I was doing a holding challenge.
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  40. JG-420

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    JG-420 - My Thrilling Life of Piss Women filming themselves pissing in various places and ways. Like pissing in the office, getting naked and pissing, pissing in the living room behind the couch while someone is watching TV (and somehow they never notice) ETC. Enjoy
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  41. Someone have the full video or know the series number of it? https://twitter.com/mikan8658/status/1454256411026747393?s=20
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  42. JG-429

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    JG-429 - I love to masturbate with sex toys while standing with pee. I'll repeat the orgasms again and again until it leaks Women with full bladders masturbate while trying to hold it for as long as they can Enjoy
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  43. Excellent ending! I vote Max
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  45. Drink a lot of water, then sit down on the toilet wearing the pull-up. Pee a bit into it, and try to stand up as you're peeing. It might take a bit of time, but eventually your brain will get used to the feeling, and you'll be able to do it away from the toilet as well.
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  46. Any tips?

    Thank you so much. I am going to try it again with a different mindset, and hope for the best. :))
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  47. Susan BrouLyle’s Child Ishigeen A woman with shiny brown hair with red highlights sat at the kitchen table one more, her hands cupped around a cup of coffee, her green eyes unfocused and staring off into the living room but not really seeing the furniture there, her thoughts back on the night before when she had had her hopes of ever having her own child once again dashed from the finger tips of her longing heart. “I told you already, Susan,” her boyfriend’s voice echoed again in her head. “If you were to get pregnant from me, that I would be very happy to have a child, but I’m not going to adopt someone that you’d have to spend months getting to know, with them already having some idea of what things are supposed to be like.” Those words turned around and around in her head. Susan couldn’t have children due to some accident she had when she was a teenager, and no one through the years would adopt for her. No one. Some men even left her when they found out she couldn’t have a child, so her current boyfriend’s stance was not unprecedented. He had already had a child, as she heard it, once a long time ago, and then because of some ugly plan that his old ex-wife had had, her plan all along was to have a baby with someone, and dump them. Maybe that’s why the thought of children scared him. Maybe. Susan blinked and her thoughts came back to present as she thought about how selfish she had been. It was true, that she was sad and that she really wanted a daughter, but it was even sadder that her boyfriend, Ralph O’conner, had a daughter that he would never see from the age of two. As long ago as Ralph made it sound, she wondered if his daughter was as old as she was. Ralph certainly as no spring chicken, but beyond not wanting to adopt a kid, he treated her right, and quite a bit better than most of the men in her past. Susan sipped her coffee. She thought about asking him to get a pet, maybe, at least, but for now, she kept that one shelfed. Ralph needed to cool down from their last debate about how a child might or might not bring them closer together. Somewhere in a faraway city, another young lady was sitting at the table, drinking some cola in the morning, her college books laid by the door, but blue sparkling eyes seemed distant and unfocused. The minutes on the clock were easing by, and the caramel blond girl just sat there, her drink now, really, just having sat for more than ten minutes as she thought about what happened the night before to her. “I swear, Linda, that girl is lazy and she’s going to amount to nothing, nothing at all. We are wasting good money, trying to send that one to college. You mark my words, she’ll fail every class this semester, and you will be out three grand over nothing.” Those were the words of her stepdad who actually gained the title about three years previous when he married her mom. It was hard to talk bad about him though because for three years, he had taken care of both mom and daughter rather well, though he was a bit harsh and strict with young Katie. “I never expected her to call me dad,” the man would say from time to time. “She just needs to understand, while she’s in MY house, she will do as I say or as her mother says.” Katie breathed a heavy sigh, and for the first time, there was proof that the blond sitting at the table in a purple sweater and blue jeans was not a statue. Katie looked up at the clock, and cursing under her breath, she ran to the door grabbing her bag and ran out the door, her nearly full glass of soda still on the table. Susan got motivated, and stood up looking around at the dirty house, and putting her loneliness for a child out of mind for the moment, and took her empty coffee cup to the sink. She closed her eyes for a minute and imagined for a second, what Ralph’s little baby daughter must have looked like. Then she opened them again, and started some dishwater. “I know,” Susan whispered to herself, imagining she was talking to her tall boyfriend who easily towered over her by more than eight inches. “It must have been really harsh to lose your little Katie that way, but just because your ex robbed you of your baby then, it doesn’t mean every woman you meet would do that to you. I certainly wouldn’t.” Ralph’s blue eyes were held within her mind’s eye for a few moments, and his receding hairline of golden blond on a healthy strong body completed her view of a very handsome man. Sure, he was a little older than most her age would be interested in, but more than his handsome features, the thing that drew her to him most, was his kindness in other ways, and the way he nearly always put her first, except in the opinion of having an adopted child. He held her seat out for her when she went to sit, and he opened her door for her. One time, she commented that he was like those old fashion people that thought women were weak, but at that time, his comment endured her to him. “Did you ever think, that all those years ago, when women bore children with no modern relief from the pain, that men did not see creatures to protect because of weakness, that men didn’t see equals because they actually saw real strength that they never wanted to lose? Think on it, you women, even in today’s medicine, you deal with a cut to your abdomen every time you have children, that would kill a mere mortal man. It is that strength, that men need when they are struggling, and it is that, my dear Susan, that I’m protecting when I treat you with kindness and I make sure you are safe, for if something can happen to you, then what would happen to me after?” Susan smiled on his long rant, and she remembered it. Well, word for word, she probably got a few parts a little wrong, but the gist of it, was all that mattered. All that mattered, was that to him, she was stronger, she was important, and she was everything he needed to right now to feel like a man. Susan wiped on a plate for nearly ten minute as she thought about those words. Maybe she didn’t need a baby. Not when she had someone like him. He had never lifted a hand to her, no matter how flustered he was with her. He told her to back off before, shouting. He stomped by her, and she was scared to block his path when that happened, but he never so much as shoved her as he stormed off out of the house, and walked off somewhere to cool down. He had a strength inside him that many men proved they didn’t. He had the strength to know when to walk away and as a result, she had never felt his hand lay a bruising stinging hot mark on her tender features. Ralph was selfish in not giving her a baby, maybe. But he was never selfish with anything else, and when he came back, from his storming off, he acted like he was in the wrong, even the few times she remembered for certain that she was. She could never ask for man more gentle and kind than that. Finally, she put the last dish in the dish drainer to dry, and she went and poured herself another cup of coffee. Katie hated that Rick monster that insisted that she acknowledge was her legal guardian even if he didn’t tell her to call him dad. In fact, he seemed to insist that she needed to do no such thing, because just as soon as she graduated college, he was going to make sure her mother stopped supporting her with money. “Adults go out and get a job, not rely on their parents to take care of them until they are ninety,” he told her bluntly last week, even. “I know!” the girl remembered saying as she rode the city bus towards the college campus. “Do you? Because if I had any real say, I’d tell your mom to have YOU get a loan, and let you pay for the rest of your schooling. It’s not like you take your studies serious!” “How the fuck do you even propose that I…,” and he slapped Katie in the mouth to stop her speaking. “You little wench. Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You use language like that in front of me again, and I’ll turn your little spoiled ass over my lap and really give you what for!” Katie had wiped her hand on her mouth and saw blood on her hand from her tooth biting her lip. “Your mom showed me your high school report card from your last year,” he told her. “The reason you could never get a scholarship was that you had a D in nearly every subject! It’s a wonder this college you are going to even accepted you!” Katie looked down. “You don’t understand nothing.” “Anything,” he corrected her language. “It’s you don’t understand anything, and little princess, you are going to find out that I understand a lot more when you get out of school and find you can’t make it because of your attitude!” Katie sighed and looked down at her blue jeans, thinking. Why did mom have to meet Rick? He was a jerk even to mom, all the time. But mom never seemed to see it. “If either of you…,” Katie remembered with tears gathering in the corner of her left eye. “… piss your pants before we get home, I swear, the girl that does it will be sitting there all night scrubbing her seat with a toothbrush until you get that stank out of my seats!” On that occasion, Katie remembered, both she and her mom were outside scrubbing the car seats with toothbrushes just like Rick said, dipping them in an alcohol based cleanser that Rick had cooked up on the spot, and both ladies were wearing soaking wet jeans from having peed themselves, Katie just minutes before they pulled up to the house. “I hate that fucking Rick,” Katie breathed under her breath at the cruel memory. It had been just the summer before this fall, when she started her college classes, and it wasn’t like Katie or her mom, Linda, went around peeing themselves all the time. They had been out camping at some remote mountain spot, and the mountain road had almost no rest areas on it. She didn’t know for certain, but it felt like she had held it for at least two hours before it became unbearable at the time, and who knows how long her mom had been holding it? The bus came to a stop outside of one of the campus buildings for the college, and Katie as well as several other students moved towards the doors to step off of the bus. “Hey, Katie?” she heard her friend, Elizabeth, before she turned to see a black head girl with brown eyes waving at her from not far away. “Elizabeth!” and Katie forgot all about Rick for the rest of the school day. Susan finished cleaning up in the kitchen, and she went on to the living room turn, turning on the television, and glancing at it from time to time, she cleaned the living room.
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  48. I'd like to personally congratulate you on officially making the most disreputed post in the ~6 years that OmoOrg has been online. MariaDB [omorashi_forum]> SELECT t.tid AS `Topic ID`, p.pid AS `Post ID`, SUBSTRING(t.title, 1, 64) AS `Topic Title`, REPLACE(REPLACE(TRIM(SUBSTRING(p.post, 1, 96)), '\n', ''), '\r', '') AS `Post`, m.name AS `Poster`, r.rt_total AS `Reputation` FROM reputation_totals AS `r` LEFT JOIN posts AS `p` ON r.rt_type_id=p.pid INNER JOIN topics AS `t` ON p.topic_id=t.tid INNER JOIN members AS `m` ON m.member_id=p.author_id ORDER BY r.rt_total ASC LIMIT 5 \G *************************** 1. row *************************** Topic ID: 30381 Post ID: 1180419 Topic Title: The downvoting policy at Omorashi.org is negative to a positive Post: <p>This will be my last post in the suggestions forum. I know this will be immediately loc Poster: wet_outdoors Reputation: -14 *************************** 2. row *************************** Topic ID: 712 Post ID: 12673 Topic Title: Wet Note - A Multi-Part Omorashi Epic Post: <blockquote class='ipsBlockquote' data-author="'Zryouiki'" data-cid="12612" data-time="1 Poster: Iheartdio Reputation: -12 *************************** 3. row *************************** Topic ID: 28286 Post ID: 1123089 Topic Title: The Super Epix Story (feat. ThatGuyCallum) Post: <p>Emily was walking in the forest looking for some god damn pages for my homework and then it b Poster: wheatley Reputation: -11 *************************** 4. row *************************** Topic ID: 738 Post ID: 7122 Topic Title: so this may be the last time you see me Post: ok i have to speak my mind i know when you read this what ever your name is admin iits gonna lo Poster: wetpants Reputation: -10 *************************** 5. row *************************** Topic ID: 25184 Post ID: 1008184 Topic Title: The end story XD Post: The end xD see Ya Poster: GlitterTux Reputation: -10 5 rows in set (14.76 sec)
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  49. So, I could write an enormously long post lampooning this entire affair, but that would take too much effort for a topic that will be locked as soon as Shu wakes up. So instead, I will just point out that literally everything is earned on this site. You earn the right to download, you earn the right to privately message people, you earn the right to give more and more reputation. So, why should earning the right to downvote someone not also be earned? Why does anyone particularly care? The reputation is just fake internet points on an obscure fetish board. They mean nothing. If you care so much for it, then I suggest that you take a step back and try to get some perspective on your life. Incidentally, the reputation of a post means very little. I generally will upvote anything I find whimsical or of good quality and downvote anything with poor grammar or poor taste. It doesn't mean people have a personal vendetta against you. It just means that they don't particularly like the post. Just accept that someone didn't like it and move on with you day.
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  50. Now this is something that seems to need to be hammered in people's heads sometimes. This isn't a democracy. You can suggest things, but nobody is under any obligation to listen to you. Throwing around assumptions and conspiracies like "the staff is abusing me because they're the only ones that can downvote" isn't gaining you any favour here, especially when quite a few of the members in question that can downvote tend to be the ones that hang around this forum. To make an analogy that's relevant to my own name, Kirito is the King here, and this site is his realm. If you stay here, you obey the King's law. If he finds it prudent to close a thread that's literally about breaking this site's TOS, then that's wholly within his own right. Further, I'm not sure you understand what a debate is. In a debate, people disagree. If someone is downvoting, someone disagrees. Evidently, a lot of people seem to disagree with you for one reason or another, despite your anecdotal evidence. I wonder what that could be. Regardless, feel free to stop posting in the Feedback forum. Nobody's holding you here.
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