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A drinking contest at late hours holds some dangers for reckless women. After being thrown out due to the bar closing, and having to deal with a hellish, unending line for the ladies; the liters of beer flowing through her system and pouring into her bulging, overflowing bladder forced her to find some shelter to hide, urgently pull her clothes down and explode all over the pavement, soaking it with a night's worth of cheap drinks .

This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.

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Hey There, as more and more people report their accidents lately, I thought I add one myself. I recently took a little walk around the house in the evening as the weather here is currently really warm and nice. And when I arrived back home I looked like this 😲. No idea how that happened. I must have had several accidents along the way.🤷‍♂️ Nah, just kidding😂. It just felt so incredibly gooood and naughty to rewarm my pants over and over again while walking around in my neighbourhood

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Oops, I did it again... in my brand new undies too Rewetting my boxer briefs in bed

Do you ever wonder, when watching our videos, where our models come from and how they end up on HD Wetting? In this candid interview with Gabriella she shares her journey and what led hear to HD Wetting. She talks about how she first got involved with the adult modeling industry, as well as her history with wetting accidents. Also, she talks about what it is really like filming wetting scenes.

Does anyone else get full body shivers sometimes when they pee? I get it when I’m fairly full but not too bursting and it makes my whole body have shivers when I start peeing. I asked my partner and they said they never had but I’m curious if anyone else has.

I think that there were two basic inspirations for this as it was based on two incidents in my life that were sort of unrelated but form the basis of this story. The first was I remember when I was young that I had really constrictive Easter clothing one day, not so much as dramatic as being sewn into the outfit, but that made going to the bathroom really difficult. The another occasion I went to a family reunion where we took a limousine to drive the whole family there, and by the time we got there we all needed to go to the bathroom and got delayed for a while. So then I sort of combined those two events and then I also added the aspect of constricting clothing, which is something I have chatted about with @Becky Lewis, so I decided to make her a character. I'll admit that the idea of a formal Easter event where people go to eat chocolate bunnies and drink champagne is kind of a weird premise, as I never actually heard of such a thing, but hey a suspension of disbelief, I think it still works to facilitate the desperation in the story and that's what matters, so I hope everybody enjoys this. Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/9781.html Also if you want to see another Easter desperation story I wrote three years ago involving the Easter bunny check it out in my old blog at https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/2019/04/23/. Desperate underneath Your Easter Dress Jill had to admit that she wasn't exactly looking forward to Easter that year, as she and her friends got invited to a special formal Easter event, where everybody would get together and exchange all sorts of chocolates and stuff. She liked chocolate but she had to admit that it sounded like it was going to be a boring stuffy affair for the most part, and she always hated any type of event where she had to dress in formal wear, as it always made going to the bathroom extremely difficult, and Jill was a person who dressed for practicality rather than fashion for the most part. As Jill's friends Audrey, Gilda and Becky helped her get into her Easter outfit, she had to admit it was rather tight and a snug fit, just as she feared. "How are we supposed to go to the bathroom in these things," Jill said as she looked at the dress that seemed like it was sewn on to her. Gilda shook her head. "I'm afraid that this particular dress you have to pretty much just have to hold it all day." "Hold it all day, I don't think I want to hold it all day!" Jill said shaking her head thinking her day just got a whole lot worse. "Well you just went to the bathroom before we sewed you into the dress, so at least now you shouldn't have to worry about going to the bathroom for at least a few hours," Audrey said. "Although I have to admit I'm not very fond of these outfits myself. When people design these things don't they ever think about the fact that women really need to use the bathroom at some point?" Becky nodded. "Yeah, but I think that they figured that these type of formal events are only a couple of hours long, so they figure that people wearing these dresses probably could just hold it for a couple of hours. I mean I'm sure that we will be okay, I don't think that these dresses were designed for really long event or anything like that. They are meant to make you look really good for a really short amount of time." "I have to admit I really am feeling rather anxious about this, and when I am anxious that makes me have to go to the bathroom more," Jill said shaking her head. "Sometimes women have to suffer for fashion Jill," Becky said. "And I know that you're not typically one of those women who is willing to suffer for fashion, but this is just a one time event, it's just a few hours and then we will be home and we can basically cut you out of your dress, and you can cut us out of our dresses, and so on and so forth." "How come I feel like we are going to end up regretting this," Jill said as the four of them got into their limousine that they had rented to take them to the formal event. They figured if they were going to have to go to a formal event and that they had to rent a car anyway they might as well go in style. "Hey look, this limousine has like a mini bar in it," Gilda said as she started reaching for it before Jill slapped her hand away. "Hey what gives?" "Do you want to end up having to go to the bathroom really bad in a dress that you can't take off?" Jill said. Gilda shook her head. "You know I had already completely forgotten about that." "Well then you are lucky that you have a very bathroom conscious friend who is here to make sure that you don't do something extremely stupid," Jill said smiling smugly. "Now I recommend that we all try to limit our liquid intake so that we don't find ourselves in some type of emergency situation." "Jill you put too much planning into things related to bathrooms," Audrey said shaking her head, although she had to admit that Jill had a point, they didn't want to tank up on the liquids when they knew that they wouldn't be able to go to the bathroom all day until they got home and could take their dresses off. "I always say it's better to be safe than sorry," Jill said as the three of them nodded and began talking. Unfortunately it was a particularly hot Easter this year, and it soon became extremely warm because the air-conditioning in the limousine wasn't working, and they were wearing tight fitting clothing with several layers. "Oh my God, I'm sweating like a pig in here," Gilda said as she started pouring herself a drink. "I know, but at least if we are sweating that means that fluid is leaving our body rather than going inside of it," Jill said as she licked her lips, admitting that she was getting rather thirsty herself. "Look we agreed that we should probably watch our liquid intake, but we shouldn't completely dehydrate ourselves," Becky said as she started taking a drink. Jill really knew she shouldn't, but as she saw all of her friends taking a drink she couldn't resist and she soon started drinking with them. She took small sips at first, but as the trip went on the limousine became intolerably hot, and she could feel herself sweating underneath her dress it was becoming unbearable, and she found herself drinking more in spite of herself. She once again tried to limit herself but there was only so much a person could tolerate in a hot stuffy limousine like that. And it would figure there was a lot of traffic too. "Finally we are here," Jill said, as they got out of the car, and she was immediately going to run to the bathroom until she remembered that she was wearing a dress that was not designed for that, because whoever designed it was a fucking idiot who probably had never even so much as consulted women on on these matters and just was thinking of fashion exclusively. Jill knew that as a lesbian she shouldn't be dismissing her own kind, but she really regretted the fact that ironically it seemed like most women's clothing was designed by gay men who all had clothing for themselves in which there was a fly that could be opened to allow urination. As Jill and her friends got out of the limousine, they started meeting and greeting with lots of other men and women at the event. As Jill looked around she could see that all of the women were wearing the same type constricting dresses, as that was part of the dress code for this particular event, which must have been planned by men, no by sadists, and looked like it was going to be a boring affair aside from all of the free chocolates that would be provided, which she didn't plan on eating until after they had left the event. It was a pretty typical affair where the four of them lined up in front of the limousine as people started taking pictures of them in all sorts of various poses. It was annoying having to make so many poses especially in a dress that didn't allow for much movement, and Jill could still feel that she was sweating like a pig underneath that thing. They were glad when they moved inside of the place to get away from the fact that they were near a lake and stream with a small little waterfall, and Jill noticed that she wasn't the only one who didn't seem to appreciate the sound of running water. She didn't have to pee very badly yet, but the fact that she already had to pee was a bad sign, so she realized that she should be behave very carefully if she wanted to avoid a disaster under the circumstances. The last thing she wanted to do was end up pissing herself at a formal event, as she would never be able to live that down. As the event got underway, people started to mingle and chat, and Jill felt that she was right, that the whole affair was rather dull. She was just kind of hoping that it would be over soon, they would take their free chocolates and candies and get home as soon as possible so that they could cut themselves out of the coffins that they happened to be wearing around their bodies. Once again Jill hated the fact that women's clothing seemed to be designed to make them look pretty rather than for comfort. In fact there was nothing wrong with designing clothing to look nice, but it seemed like a lot of this clothing they went out of their way to make it impossible to go to the bathroom, almost as though the people who had designed dresses like these were sadists who enjoyed watching women squirm for inability to pee while wearing them. She didn't like to involve herself in conspiracy theories, but right now she was picturing a bunch of gay men designing these dresses and laughing to themselves as they thought of all the women not getting to go to the bathroom all day. "How are you liking the event Jill," Becky asked. "I mean it's okay and everything, but it's kind of dull in all honesty," Jill said as she licked her lips. "Have you had anything to drink all day?" "I am trying to watch my liquid intake like you should be doing, for obvious reasons." "I have to admit that I could use the toilet right now, but luckily it's not an emergency yet." "Ladies and gentlemen, I think that everybody should try these of delectable chocolate bunny rabbits," the host of the event said as she started handing them out. "Thanks I think I will save mine for later," Jill said. "You know trying to watch my figure and everything." It was a lie, but she figured that if she got even slightly heavier from eating anything that the dress that was already suffocating her inside simply wouldn't fit against her body. Jill wanted to scratch herself, but she knew it was impossible through the dress, and she didn't want to seem like she was a low class individual with everybody watching her. "Jill I think we should eat the chocolate bunnies now, it's rude not to," Audrey whispered to her. "I know, but chocolate kind of makes me thirsty," Jill said as Audrey continued rolling her eyes in her general direction, like come on eat the chocolate bunny, don't make us look bad. Reluctantly Jill started tasting the chocolate bunny, and had to admit that it did taste rather fine, but it also made her extremely thirsty. She took a couple of sips of her water but she found that that wasn't very satisfying. "How much longer is this thing going to last," Jill said as she found Becky a little while later. "Well I think that they are going to do a toast in a short time, so everybody should get their champagne glasses ready," Becky said as Jill frowned. "You know I've been trying to stick to water and everything," Jill said as Becky frowned. "Fine, I will taste a little bit of the champagne." As the host of the event began toasting, everyone began drinking down their drinks. Unfortunately it wasn't just one toast, there was toast after toast after toast, where they were expected to keep sipping on the champagne. And Jill had to admit that she was getting more thirsty than she could tolerate and found herself drinking more. Unfortunately she could also feel that all of those drinks were extremely diuretic and going straight to her bladder, and she was beginning to get more uncomfortable than she was already from wearing a suffocating dress all day, on an Easter where it happened to be as hot as a summer day. "Global warming if you were a person I could kick your ass right now," Jill said as one of the event planners came over and she swallowed her pride and began smiling as she drank some more champagne. "This is a really nice event, I'm really enjoying myself." Jill had to admit though that that was a total lie, right now she just wanted to get to the bathroom. She noticed that the ladies room didn't have a line, which she thought was rather unusual, until she remembered that every woman at the event was wearing an outfit similar to her, outfits where they had to be sewn into the dress and weren't able to use the bathroom all day. Jill couldn't help but look around and see that other women were looking a bit antsy and anxious, she could see a couple of them leaning up against the wall, and she saw more than a few of them looking over at the bathroom with a longing glance in the same way that she was doing. Meanwhile she saw that the door to the men's room was opening and closing in a revolving door fashion as men continued drinking and going back for seconds, knowing that they wouldn't have to worry about holding it in until they got home. "Okay now it's been several hours, are we going to be going home soon," Jill said as she crossed her legs underneath her dress hoping nobody would notice what she was doing. "Yeah I have to admit that I am crossing my legs underneath here as well," Becky said as the two of them laughed nervously. "I was told this event would only be a couple of hours, but now we've been here for like four or five hours now and I am absolutely dying here," Jill said. "Stop complaining you guys, we are going to be leaving shortly I am sure," Gilda said, but they could both tell that she was staring towards the bathroom just as longingly as they were, as well as shaking her glass in her hand and looking really antsy. Audrey came over, making lots of quick little steps before pausing and using her hands to flatten out her dress, clearly looking nervous and bending a little. As Jill looked at her friends she knew that they probably all had crossed legs under those dresses and at least they were concealing that. But if they didn't start getting home soon she was going to scream. Now all she could think about was peeing. "This is a pretty nice event, isn't it ladies," said Chris, one of the hosts of the event. "I hope that you are liking all of the chocolate and champagne and everything. I love champagne, but it goes straight through me, I have probably gone to the bathroom like three times tonight and I think I'm going to have to go again soon." The woman all struggled to keep a straight face, and Jill had to struggle not to kick Chris right in the shins, which she probably couldn't do anyway, because her dress was so tight that such a movement would probably not be possible. The women all frowned as they watched Chris go off to the men's room and emerge a few minutes later and started coming back over their way. "Can I get you ladies some more champagne," Chris said with a smile. "No!" all of the women shouted instinctively, before realizing that they came across as rude. "I mean no thank you, alcoholic beverages should always be done in moderation," Becky said trying to keep her legs from shaking underneath her dress. "Becky I am freaking dying here," Jill said as she pressed her knees together underneath her dress. "Is there any possible way to facilitate urination in this dress." "Facilitate urination?" Becky said raising her eyebrow. "It's the formal atmosphere, I mean I need to take a piss!" Jill shouted before covering up her mouth as she could see a couple of other women looking over in her direction, and she couldn't help but notice a couple of them were sort of smiling or nodding in agreement with her, even some of the older uptight looking women who probably viewed piss as a curse word. Chris started going up at the head of the event and asked everybody to take another toast. It was obvious looking around the room that most of the women were looking decidedly uncomfortable. Jill could see a couple of women who seemed to be pacing back and forth with their hands on their hips, many leaning against the walls in a subtle way, and a lot of them looking over at the ladies room, which had not seen any activity all night. The only reason why a ladies room at such a crowded event would be unoccupied is simply because of the fact that none of the women were wearing anything that would allow them to go to the bathroom. "I hope that you're all enjoying the event, but looking around the room it looks like a lot of you are looking kind of antsy, like you want to go someplace, hope you aren't bored," Chris said with a laugh. "Anyway but I have seen that you have been enjoying the event, so I will extend it a little bit longer, no need to thank me." "Okay I don't give a fuck if it makes me sound low class or rude, we have to get the hell out of here, and we have to get the hell out of here right now," Jill said as her friends sort of twitched around and reluctantly nodded. "I think that we will just have to excuse ourselves politely." "Hey ladies, would any of you like to dance," Chris said as he came over, once again drinking another glass of champagne that no doubt would have him running to the bathroom in a short amount of time, which made all of them want to tie him up, place a funnel down his throat with a keg on top and then leave him there tied to a tree until he pissed himself. Little did Chris know they were all sort of dancing underneath their dresses, pee dancing that was. "You know this has been an absolutely lovely, event but we really must be going," Audrey said. "Yes, I think that we all really really really must be going," Gilda said looking like she was about to bite her lip off. "Well I hope that you will join me for one final toast," Chris said as they all reluctantly picked up their glasses and took a few sips. "Cheers," Jill said as she quickly choked her drink down put her glass down on the table, and then she and her friends began slowly and carefully walking out into the parking lot and looking at their watches. "When is that damn limousine going to get here?" "This event was supposed to end at least an hour ago, so they must be running really late, they should have already been here waiting for us," Becky said as she ran the fabric of her dress between her fingers as a nervous habit. "I really wish that I could just pop a squat in this damn thing," Audrey said as she hopped up and down. "I am doing my Easter bunny hop right now." They all had sort of a laugh about that, but none of them were quite smiling as they all stood there in front of the lake with the trickling sound of the waterfall making them more frantic. "If the limousine doesn't arrive soon I think that I'm going to jump in the lake and piss myself and just make it look like I fell in as an accident," Gilda said. "Show some restraint, you don't want to publicly humiliate yourself at a formal event like that do you," Becky said as she arched her back up straight and pushed her hand into the base of her spine as she crossed and uncrossed her legs underneath her dress. "Oh my God, when is the limo going to arrive, I'm going out of my mind here," Jill said as they saw the lights of the limousine reflecting on them, and they all started running towards the limousine and opened the door and very quickly sat down, very carefully however. "So how was the event ladies," the limo driver said smiling, but he could see that they were all frowning. "Driver get us home as quickly as possible," Becky said. "And please, by all that is good and decent in the universe, try to watch any speed bumps." As the four women sat in the back of the limousine none of them were touching the minibar, and they were all sitting with their legs firmly crossed and their hands in their laps. They kept constantly adjusting themselves and rubbing the fabric of their dresses between their fingers nervously. "You ladies must be pretty tired back there, you were a lot more chatty on the way over," the limo driver said. "But you probably had an exhausting day, and you probably tried some champagne and that always makes me tired as well. Also champagne seems to make me have to go to the bathroom like a horse –" "Shut up!" all of the women shouted as the driver closed the window separating him from the women in the back. That wasn't the classiest thing for a limo driver to say, which was the last thing that was concerning them at the moment. "Maybe we shouldn't have pissed off the driver like that," Becky said. "Please don't say piss," Gilda said. "Fuck that I need to piss!" Jill said as she bounced up and down in her seat, trying to get comfortable but finding it impossible. Traffic was rather slow, but finally the limousine arrived and they all slowly and carefully got out of the limousine, as they were all so thrilled to be home as they started running through the door. "Let me just get my keys," Audrey said as they were all hopping up and down as she took her keys out of her purse and began opening the door. As soon as they got inside they all started running towards the bathroom. "Wait, we can't take a piss until we get out of our dresses," Becky said as the women all groaned. "Well do me first I am bursting!" Jill shouted. "I'm just as bursting as you are!" Gilda shouted. Audrey whistled and clapped her hands. "Ladies ladies ladies, we just got back from a formal event, let's not act like God damned animals. I think that there is a orderly way we can do this. Now seeing as this is my house I think that I should get first dibs on the bathroom." All of the women began protesting, but they could see that Audrey was standing in front of the bathroom door holding her arms stretched out to let them know what the score was. It was a total bitch move on her part, but they knew that they had no choice. "Now is somebody going to cut me out of this dress or do you all want to keep waiting," Audrey said. Becky quickly started undoing the back of Audrey's dress until it was just loose enough for her to get her dress down as she went into the bathroom and began peeing loudly as the three women outside began whimpering. "Okay, somebody do my dress now," Becky said as she hopped up and down. "Why should you get to go next," Jill said. "Well I was the one who got Audrey out of her dress, so the way I see it one of you should get me out of my dress now," Becky said as the three of them stared at each other. "Okay we have to think of some fair way to do this, let's all draw straws or something like that," Gilda said as she hopped up and down. "Does anybody have any straws," Jill said as she continued jumping up and down as the three of them stood there realizing that none of them had straws. Just then Audrey came out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face. The three women forgot about the straws and they all started lunging towards the bathroom, and Jill found that she had beat them all and closed the door behind them. "First come first serve losers!" Jill said as she went to go sit down on the toilet before realizing the terrible truth. "I think that somebody forgot that she needs her friends to get her out of her dress before she can sit down and use the toilet," Becky said. Jill realized that she was right, this was a real bind she was in. "I call penalty, Jill should be the last one to go," Gilda said. "That's not fair," Jill shouted as she danced around inside of the bathroom. "Hey you shafted us, so now that's the punishment," Becky said. "And if you are thinking we are joking let's see you try to get out of your dress by yourself. The longer you stay in there the longer it's going to take." Jill was practically in tears, but she realized that her friends had her at their mercy, so she opened up the door to the bathroom and Becky practically knocked her down, getting into the bathroom and peeing loudly as Jill and Gilda stood outside of the bathroom door looking at each other uncomfortably but saying nothing. It seemed as though Gilda had already had her dress undone by Becky, and she was just holding it in place until she could get into the bathroom. "At least help me start getting my dress undone," Jill said as she arched her back and put her hands on her hips. "After I go to the bathroom," Gilda said as Jill realized that she was holding her dress up. "I can't exactly hold up my dress and undo your dress at the same time now can I?" As soon as Becky came out of the bathroom Gilda quickly went inside and began peeing loudly. Becky and Audrey quickly went in the other room, have already changed into jeans and T-shirts in the bathroom. "Start helping me undo my dress," Jill said when all of a sudden there was a ringing at the doorbell. "I guess I had better see who that is," Audrey said as she opened the door to see that her housemate Mark was there. "Hey Audrey, I thought maybe I would come and see how things went at the formal event and everything," Mark said as Gilda came out of the bathroom now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt as well, as Jill stood there in her dress fidgeting nervously and running the fabric of her dress between her fingers. "Hurry up and help me out of my dress," Jill said as soon as Gilda came out. "But Jill you can't start getting out of your dress here, there is a guy here, but don't worry I think that he will leave shortly," Gilda said as she and Jill walked into the living room where they saw Mark. "Well it seems like one of you is still all dolled up," Mark said looking at Jill, who simply waved nervously at him as he pressed her knees tightly together. As Jill stood there, the only one still in her formal dress, still sewn into her formal dress like a prisoner, as all of her three friends were standing there in comfortable jeans and T-shirts, with comfortably empty bladders, she practically wanted to smack all of them across their faces right then and there. "Hi Mark, it's nice to see you came home tonight and everything, but we were just sort of in the middle of something," Jill said, trying to do whatever she could do to get Mark out of there so that she could get undressed and finally relieve herself. Jill had never been fond of Mark, but as Mark was making eye contact with her she saw a sinister smile forming across his face. "Actually have you got a little while, I have some things that I think that we really need to discuss," Mark said. "It's just that we were about to do something important –" Jill said as she pressed her knees tightly together. "Don't be rude Jill," Audrey said looking in her direction and making eye contact with her as that same sinister smile appeared across her face. "Whatever it is that we were about to do, believe me it can wait." Mark smiled. "Well that's good, because I think this is going to take a while." And as Jill sat down on the couch with her three friends, sweating profusely in her skintight dress, as Mark went on and on about how he had had a fight with his boyfriend over the fact that he lost his job as a dress designer, she realized that it was going to be a very very long Easter, and she could only hope that three days from now after she had died of a burst bladder that she would resurrect from the dead and come back and smack all of her friends right across their faces.

So, this is not my original work, it is an experience that I saved from the experiences forum about 3/4 years ago from an account that is no longer active, but I have reworked it into a fiction. Hope that is ok and hope you enjoy! I gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 40th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since she saw Fleetwood Mac in the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up nicely, like a classic rock chick, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum, and she was happy to travel with the "younger crowd" as she called them. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth. When we arrived the venue very crowded, and parking was a nightmare, but it was all good! My mum and I separated from my friends at the concert venue, agreeing to meet them back at the car straight afterwards. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. She then said that she had to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, it quickly became apparent that there were far too little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, and probably 2 thirds of those, at least, being female, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation. We waited in line for about 15 minutes, and weren't even halfway down the line. Eventually we heard the tannoy announcing that Ed was due on stage in 15 minutes. My mum moaned that she didn't want to miss any, and this line was another 20 minutes at least. I asked what she wanted to do, and was quite surprised when she said that she needed to pee, but she needed to see Ed come on stage more! I reassured her that after the gig the lines would be less, because people just wanted to go home, so, whilst she looked unsure, she decided that she could hold it until after the show, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, I tried to talk to my mum, but she looked tense. It was obvious that her bladder was now VERY full because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. We slowly made our way towards the exit, but it was painfully slow going as the stadium started to empty. She crossed her legs again every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got close to the toilet area, she blurted out, "Sorry, but I really need to go the bathroom before we leave...". I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "You said that the lines would be shorter now"! She gasped, sounding somewhat panicked. "Sorry mum" I said, "They usually are. I guess because its such a big gig, and there are so many young girls and alcohol tents, well, this is the result. Let's head out to the carpark and..." She interrupted me, "I'm sorry, but I really need to go...", and she joined the HUGE line and we waited. After about 10 minutes and some serious leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and the toilets were still agonisingly far away! "Why is everyone taking so long" she whined, with a little mock whimper, "This is just ridiculous, are there any other toilets?" "There's some round the other side" I said, "but they'll be just as bad, maybe we should just leave?" "LEAVE?!" she gasped, "No way, I need to wee first" Looking down the line, it was clear that there were probably 50 or 60 people ahead of her in line for about 15 portapotties. Reaching the toilets was going to take at least another 20 minutes, probably half an hour the way this queue was moving, and there was a lot of whining, bouncing and squirming, there was no way anyone was giving up their place in line. A girl about 5 people behind us shouted out: "HURRY UP AT THE FRONT, WE'RE FUCKING DESPERATE BACK HERE", a shout which was met with enthusiastic cheers from down the line. The girl in front of mum, who looked about 19, turned to mum and said; "This is stupid isn't it, how can they be taking so long, my bladder is so full its gonna blast out of me like a firehose, I'll be empty in seconds" "Oh don't" replied mum, seemingly forgetting herself for a second, "I can't remember the last time I was this full, I gotta go like a racehorse" "Mum" I said, trying to convince her to head to the car park. "This queue is gonna take fucking ages, let's head out and we'll get Tim to stop at the services, it'll probably be quicker than waiting in this line, and the toilets will definitely be cleaner." She was really not up for this though, telling me that she would rather wait for a wee first and how she couldn't bear to extend her wait any longer than it needed to be, but I reassured her the services would be quicker, and that there might even be more toilets out by the carpark, or another option to go somewhere if it was a real emergency. I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I had decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, and there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked very unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car. Anna, my friends girlfriend who had recently turned 20, looked angry. "There you are, we've been waiting for fucking ages!". "Too long eh Anna", teased Chris. "Fuck off Chris" she replied, "I had no choice". "Sorry" said my mum, "it's just that we tried to...", Anna interrupted, she was clearly drunk, "I don't care what your excuse it, I nearly pissed myself, we waited so long, I had to drop my knickers and piss in the carpark like an animal, just get in, I just want to get home now, I've never been so humiliated". Chris sniggered at her, and sure enough, next to the car there was an ENORMOUS puddle. She must have been frantic if that had all come out of her!! I was secretly upset that I had missed her public show. Everyone got in the car though, Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park, probably 25 minutes, and my mum, although trying to hide it, obviously really, really had to go to the bathroom badly. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her. I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, before the services, but Anna was furious, so there was no way I was asking. She could ask Tim herself if necessary. Once on the motorway, I could see that my mum discretely open the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. "I'm really sorry Tim, but you will need to pull in at the next services" she finally said, confirming that her need must be getting absolutely frantic. Anna snapped at her though, "Are you taking the piss, you've already held us up, I just want to get home". I knew she was very nearly having a piss, never mind taking the piss, and her squirming now increased. "I am sorry, really I am, but I could do with a trip to the Ladies". Anna was furious "Well, I could have done with a trip to the fucking Ladies while I was standing around waiting for you. Hopefully you'll feel how bursting I was when I had to drop my pants in public". Mum was now almost bouncing in her seat, her need clearly increasing now it was out in the open. "I'm really sorry Anna, I just had to try and wait for the toilet, but the queue was huge, I never got to go and I'm not used to drinking so much, it's really quite urgent". She was clearly frantic now, and Anna was not helping! "Well good, I hope it hurts" she said, "I've never been so embarrassed, I hope you piss yourself!". Tim took over now, "We'll be home in 20 minutes Mrs C, just cross your legs, there's no more services now anyway, you'll be OK". She groaned out loud "I'm not OK now" she said, "Oh God, Pete, you said we could stop at the services, SHIT, OK, just please, PLEASE hurry, I really don't think I can hang on another 20 minutes!" With 3 of us crammed into the back seat, I was sitting very close to my mum, and I could feel that she was constantly squirming now. Anna was very drunk, and from past experience I knew that when she got like that she would say exactly what she thought. She had clearly been embarrassed, probably because Chris had watched her peeing. Chris was our singleton mate, and it was a standing joke that he was a bit of a perv, the way she had been talking, Anna had clearly been desperate, and maybe even started to wet herself waiting for us, and she was mortified. I knew though, mum had been complaining of being bursting before the gig started, and that was well over 2 and a half hours ago. The next 5 minutes must've passed like an eternity for her, as she almost shouted out. "Are we nearly there Tim?". She was like a bursting little girl on a long road trip, and now had her hand constantly between her legs. "Not far Mrs C" he replied chirpily, clearly oblivious to the urgent show he was missing behind him. "We'll have you home in about 15 minutes". "WE NEED TO STOP" she gasped, "NOW" "I told you, there are no rest stops out here" replied Tim, as Anna turned around and saw my mum in a state of pure desperation. "Please" gasped my mum, "pull over here, I don't care" "I can't stop on the motorway" said Tim, now sounding a little more concerned, as Anna added "Now you know how you made me feel, you ready to drop your knickers in public yet?" "YES!!!" gasped mum, "Oh yes, please, anywhere, ohhhhhh" she collapsed into a long guttural groan ! "I put my arm round her, "you'll be OK mum" I reassured, "you can always wait longer than you think". "I can't" she gasped again with tears welling in her eyes, "I can't, I have to go, please, please, just pull over, please, now" I could feel her physically shaking as she fought to hold on, both her hands were between her legs as she bounced her bum up and down on the chair. "Fuck" said Chris, "I think it really is an emergency mate, you better stop". "I can't just stop on the motorway" replied Tim, "the exit is in 5 miles, just another couple of minutes and I'll pull over." We continued down the the highway relentlessly, as mum whimpered in agony. 30 seconds passed and she cried out again. "Tim, you have to stop". To my astonishment, she started to undo her belt, We passed a sign, the next exit was 1 mile. "Just another mile Mrs C, hang on". She burst into tears. "I'm going to piss myself" she screamed, "Please, oh please, it's coming out, please stop, don't make me wee in my knickers". Tears flowed down her face as she tore open her jeans and thrust her hand down the front of her knickers. In her frantic struggle her panty clad ass was almost on my lap now, as she tried to press her fingers into her aching pussy. She was wearing typical granny knickers, full back, white with faded pink flowers on them. There weren't dress to impress panties they were her comfy knickers she had owned for over 10 years! More than that though, there was a very visible wet patch on them! "Shit mate, she's not kidding" I said, "I'll pull over on the slip road" said Mike, "Just hold on 2 more minutes" She was pulling at her jeans now though as she started to edge them down. "It's coming" she cried, "I can't wait any more, I've gotta go right now, I can't stop it" "Hang on" said Tim, "Just 30 more seconds", the slip road was in sight, and Tim was accelerating at it hard. "I CAN'T" She wailed as she started to yank down her jeans. "Mum, what the hell are you doing..." I said. "PISSING" she replied, without hesitation, "I am pissing myself in a car full of fucking teenagers, please, oh holy fuck, please pull over right this second, Tim, PLEASE" Her jeans were now halfway down her thighs as she thrust both of her hands hard into her almost see through, clearly wet, knickers. "PLEASE STOP NOW" Suddenly a clear wet spot appeared on her knickers as she almost screamed, "It's over, I'm sorry" She was almost stood up in the back, fighting to try and press her hands harder into her pussy, in her desperate struggle, her ass was above my left knee, as drops started to drip from between her fingers. "FUCK" she stammered as she started to pull down her knickers with her right hand, whilst fighting to control herself with her left. Tim jerked off the motorway, as she yanked down her knickers and immediately lost a huge blast of piss. She was almost foaming at the mouth and couldn't speak properly. "What the fuck mum" I gasped, "what are you doing?!" "Fucking hell" said Chris, sat next to me, his eyes almost on stalks, staring at my mums now bare ass, and starting to pull out his phone, "I gotta get a pic of this". "Please, wee, now, stop, Oh, fuck, fuck It's coming, I'm weeing, sorry, of fuck, oh no, please stop, oh god, shit, no, not here, I couldn't wait, fuck" She was shaking as more and more frantic spurts blasted from their feminine prison, she was out of control, as piss dribbled through her fingers, she was trying so hard to control it, but it was going everywhere! Tim finally stopped, as Chris was now openly filming my mums desperate show, with a visible bulge in his pants. She let go of herself and pushed the door open, lunging for it as her floodgates fully gave way and a jet of piss shot across the back seat. She threw herself out of the door onto the hard shoulder of the slip road, with pee cascading down her legs, dropping immediately into a squat, and relaxing. "Oh Fuck YES" she gasped as piss blasted from between her legs, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Oh Christ I needed this, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, oh don't look" she added, tears flowed down her face as the most unbelievable blast of piss arced from her hairy pussy. She made no attempt to cover herself as her legs shook and she savoured her desperately needed relief. Her moans were almost orgasmic. "OH fuck, that feels good, Jesus, I never thought I was gonna be able to do this, Oh god, I'm sorry, ahhhhhh thankyou, fuck, wow." Her stream blasted on and on and on. No wonder she'd been making such a fuss, she had an incredible amount of pee in her. It was a full 45 seconds before her stream slowly dwindled to a trickle and she regained her composure. She opened her eyes to see 4 teenagers staring at her open mouthed, and a busy motorway slip road whizzing past. She quickly tried to cover herself, pulling up her knickers before realising they were absolutely soaked, and completely transparent, doing nothing to hide her dark bush. "Erm, I'm sorry about that" she stammered, as she tried to pull up her wet jeans, its just, erm, well, I had needed to go for so long, I said it was an emergency and you wouldn't stop." "Now you know how you made me feel" said Anna, slyly, without showing a single ounce of compassion. Mum was clearly soaked, as she got back into the car, which also showed a clear wet patch where she was sitting. There were splashes of her wee everywhere, on the seats, the windows, me and Chris. Everything was wet! "I'm so sorry Tim, I'll pay for you to get the car valeted, I said I needed you to stop, oh, I'm so embarrassed, I have never needed to go as badly as that, I thought my bladder was going to burst" The drive home was incident free, and easy going, it was a drive of awkward silence, and only about 10 minutes from my mum's humiliation, to getting her home. When we pulled up, Chris said something like, "Thanks for the show, it's been great", Whilst Tim, who was clearly also embarrassed at not stopping and seeing his best mates mum lose full control added "At least you don't have to dash to the loo now do you Mrs C". Mum was beet red in the face, and I was still shocked and could not quite believe what I had just seen. My mum sheepishly opened the door and said "I'm so sorry again, I'll pay for this, please send me the bill". We got out and my friends drove off and I stood there with my mum, outside our house, in the middle of the street, her tight jeans soaked with her urine. "Mum, what the hell just happened". She seemed so embarrassed and looked me in the eye, and said "I told you I was bursting and I needed to wait for the fucking portapotties, please, never talk of this again" and to this day, we never have!

After an extended shift with a long holding experience. She discovered the toilets occupied, so she made it at the floor.

This has been something that happened to me before! And especially in shorts, Jean ones to be exact because the buttons are so hard to deal with, and the pants I owned meant most of the time you had to suck your stomach in to get a grip on the button properly because they were really tight shorts, which often lead to bad leaks!

Once again this is a topic that I have a real lot to say about so everybody's comments are interesting to me, so this will probably end up being another really long response. @NotACat "The second case is more particular to the stories written by a few particular authors. In those stories the dynamic between the men and women feels a lot like more of a dom/sub story where the dom is forcing the sub to hold and teasing them. In that context, role play between two people in that sort of relationship, it can work. When it's applied to every man interacting with every woman in a story, it gets awkward and doesn't really work. It just reads like literally everyone in the story has a piss and bdsm kink and acts it out with anyone, any time. See above about pulling me out of the story." I think the desperation is sort of a BDSM situation. And while it's true that in a situation like that where every interaction between every man and woman doesn't necessarily imply that everybody has a BDSM kink, I feel like the dynamic exist regardless of whether that is true or not. I mean a lot of it has to do with the character's perception, as you really don't know if people have that kink, and in most cases most people probably don't have that kink. Like when I was working at my job outdoors and I was desperate and the men were peeing I have to assume that the majority of them probably didn't have a kink for this. If I was perceiving it it was probably me reading a lot more into that situation due to my lack of social skills and my tendency to obsess and fixate, but I definitely think that that dynamic exists regardless of how the others feel about the situation. Like a couple of the guys in my group would basically sometimes make a comment on the fact that the women didn't go to the bathroom or they occasionally might seem to find it amusing, but I would wager that the majority of them didn't have a kink for it. There was only one instance where I think that one of my coworkers might have been kind of getting off on the situation, and that was during the first time when I had my summer job where I was the only woman in the group and there was one of my male coworkers who definitely seemed like he might have been exploiting the situation or really enjoying seeing me in that situation. Again I can't prove it, but in two years and having eight male coworkers and two female coworkers there's maybe only one case in which I felt maybe one of them was getting a little bit titillated by the situation. But again regardless of whether they view that as a situation like that it felt like that situation to me. To me when one person is desperate and the others aren't it creates a power dynamic. Know whether anybody is going to exploit that dynamic is another case altogether, but I feel like the dynamic just naturally exists between a person who is desperate and a person who isn't. Again it may just feel that way because I am interpreting it that way, but I feel that any situation where there is a group of people who can go to the bathroom and others can't, usually in a case where the women are holding it and the men are not I feel that that dynamic, that psychological tension is still present. @pguy69 "Thankyou so much for taking the time to write up your thoughts in so much detail. I have very much enjoyed a lot of your stories over the years, and as such you are a writer that I have a lot of respect for. As you say, I am very much aware that it is a trope you work on a lot, and you are right, it sounds like absolute torture." I definitely think about this far too much, but having been in that situation it really was truly mind-boggling. I mean I wrote about these situations before I had experienced them on a really regular basis, so to be thrust into that situation with my unique slant on this issue I think puts it into a pretty stark perspective. Like I knew a situation like that is torturous even before being in it but once you have been in it you truly don't realize just what it is until you have experienced that on a fairly regular basis. The reason that I work on this trope so much is just because it's something that I have personally experienced a real lot firsthand and like that saying goes, write what you know and I know this from personal experience. "The psychology is really interesting (and to be honest, probably a little uncomfortable) for me, because, without question, my "fetish" is desperation, WAY more than actual peeing, and the psychology of the situation is something that turns me on immeasurably. The more "psychological torture" that a situation creates, the more it turns me on. The pain, the helplessness and the fear of humiliation all play a part, and the fact that a person is pushing themselves into positions way beyond where they are comfortable, because the alternative is even more unthinkable, is something that I can't get enough of." I find that the psychology of it is the truly fascinating part, and again this could just be because I have lots of psychological issues myself, I am sure that most of the people who were in that situation with me were not thinking about it in the same way I was, and just because of the fact that I had a fetish made it much more of a fixation for me than it otherwise would be. But this actually extends to a lot of my stuff as well, even in my non-fetish writing that has nothing to do with pee desperation or BDSM or anything like that, even in a lot of my fiction which is dystopia or things of that nature, I focus very much on the psychology of the characters in those situations, and one of the big themes in a lot of my serious non-fetish related non-omorashi writing also is power relationships between people in general, basically how society creates power structures that are often oppressive and things of that nature. So I think that it just naturally seems to slip into my omorashi writing as well. But believe me it's not exclusive only to this type of stuff I write, a lot of my more serious stuff also focuses on this. I'm very interested very much in the psychology of people in these type of situations. To me I'm very much into getting into the character's head simply because being in that situation myself I really get into my own thoughts and feelings about it. So I am very much a writer who gives you my characters thoughts and feelings, really gets into their inner monologues. I realize that some people don't like that kind of writing, and people who don't like that kind of writing probably would not be fans of my stuff, but if you like that kind of stuff that is definitely the type of stuff that I get into in all of my writing, not just my fetish and omorashi stuff. I am very much a get into the character's head kind of writer. Some people have told me that I would probably be a good therapist or psychologist myself if I didn't have my own issues, but in my opinion most people who go into those professions have issues of their own. "Certainly, in my fantasies, I push the desperation a lot, and when I have sightings of actual desperation situations, there is no doubt that it turns me on, however, I would never want someone that I love to be forced into a situation that is as hopeless as the ones my mind creates, so it is something, as I say that leaves me conflicted." I think that a desperation fetish is kind of conflicting in that regard because you are taking advantage of the fact that you're enjoying people and situations that are unfair and brutal and everything like that. An interesting thing I have found talking to people over the years is that people have said that while they would never force someone into that situation in most cases, they feel that if it happens naturally and they are blameless they can enjoy it because they don't feel guilty since they didn't cause it. It is something interesting, like I would never force somebody into the situations that I have found myself in numerous times because I know with those situations are like, and yet when I see somebody in a situation like that it does trigger the excitement factor in your brain. Like I have said a couple of times on the forum there is also the conflict that I kind of like seeing women in situations where they don't want the desperation, where they are actively aggravated by it. Again I wouldn't push people into that situation because I wouldn't want somebody to do the same to me as I have experienced that myself, but when you see a person in a situation like that in a truly grueling situation where they are going out of their mind that is by far the most exciting situation of all. So yeah there is sort of a feeling of guilty pleasure taking pleasure in the suffering and discomfort of others, but at the same time just the intense nature of it is what makes it so exciting. And once again having been in that situation myself on numerous occasions I know how terrible it is to be in that situation and yet as long as I am not the one in that situation when I see others in that situation it is exciting to see. Of course when I am in the situation like that I am the first person to complain, but that is why do not get too judgmental about people who enjoy that, because I know what it's like from both sides of it so it's hard to be judgmental about it as you really can't control what you are turned on by even if it makes you feel conflicted. "The men can go, girls have to hold though is a trope that I love quite because it is so unfair, and almost cruel, for the women involved. Do I know that is probably a bit wrong, yes, does it turn me on though, absolutely yes, way more than it probably should!" I think that all, or at least most desperation involve some aspect of unfairness. Like I have said numerous times I feel that if I lived in a society that was more fair when it came to these issues I probably would never have even developed this fetish in the first place. The fact that I fixate on this trope in my own fetish is because these are the personal things that I have experienced myself, they were what form the fetish, and the formative experiences take what form that you're going to fixate on in your own fantasies and fetishes. And that again is where there is a conflict, because you know it's unfair, you know it's a terrible situation, and when you are in that situation it's infuriating, and yet despite the fact that you are infuriated by the situation you can't help but be turned on by it. I mean as much is I hated it all the time when I was holding it outdoors all day it was infuriating me like nothing else, and yet by the time I got home I was so fucking turned on by it that it was almost unimaginable, even though I would never willingly put myself into a situation like that you can't help but be turned on by the situation when you are in it, even if it's the result of total aggravation and frustration. I don't think that this applies just a desperation, when you look at most stories, whether true or fictional, they are mostly based on conflict. Without conflict, without tension, without some unfairness that the character is trying to go against there really isn't a story. In a world where women could easily relieve themselves in every situation there would be no Genesis for people to form a fetish for seeing women not getting to go to the bathroom. If it didn't exist in the first place, if this unfairness didn't exist the fetish probably wouldn't exist either. And yes that is sort of a cornerstone of the fetish, unless the woman is holding voluntarily for sexual gratification, pretty much all desperation involves the fact that you are enjoying seeing somebody in a cruel or unfair situation for even getting off on being in that situation yourself. Like I said in a perfect world it would be good to have everything fair, and you wouldn't want to put yourself in those situations, and yet you find yourself turned on by them. It's sort of like how I used to hate having to hold it all the time when I was younger but over time it developed into a fetish, a fetish that was born entirely out of frustration. So when you are in a situation where there is a huge line for the ladies room next to an empty men's room and you are ready to explode you are infuriated by the unfairness and injustice of it, but that's what creates the tension, that's what makes the whole thing exciting, because there is a conflict to be watched and resolved and seeing the person struggle with that is what is making it interesting. That is why a lot of people found my experiences interesting, it was funny seeing a person like that who had talked a big game about all of this stuff over the years having to actually experience it on a regular level. It was awful, it was infuriating, it was frustrating, and yet it was probably the single most interesting and defining experience of a lifetime. In my case it even takes weird forms where sometimes when I am on websites where people are talking about the lack of potty parity and seeing person after person dismissing the concerns as trivial or unnecessary or opposing giving more toilets to women, there is almost like a rage high that you get off of that, like you read that and it makes you infuriated but at the same time it excites you in some way. So I feel that the conflicting relationship with desperation is that it's something that getting you off on the fact that it is unfair and cruel, and that is probably why it falls into the BDSM category, you are taking pleasure in pain, even if that was unwanted pain you can't help but find some aspect of it arousing and exciting. And you can see just from this response how I am already getting into the psychology of it again analyzing every little minor detail, that's just the way I work, I'm interested in getting into the whys and wherefores behind everything. Some people don't like to analyze things and just like to go with it, but I am a person who hyper- analyzes every little thing and I am interested in all the nitty-gritty details. @provox "I'm not really interested in the sex/gender disadvantage specifically, so much as a prompt for desperation to happen, combined with the envy of one person anticipating being allowed to pee and then having to wait while knowing someone else got to go doing something for me. I can't really explain the latter part, it's just part of my fetish. This does not even have to involve gender at all. There are stories I have read where one woman gets to squat while another looks out for her, and then someone arrives so the lookout has to hold it, and those check off the same boxes for me." This is absolutely true and I agree here. For me it's not about the sex gender disadvantage, even if I do focus on that aspect of the story much of the time, simply because that's the truth of the matter. It's just the truth that in a situation where one group of people can pee and the other group can't or one person can pee and the other person can't it often is as a result of the fact that men can relieve themselves more easily. But that is not by any means the only situation of somebody getting to go and and the other not getting to go. In fact as a lesbian I find it more interesting in situations where there is a dynamic between women, which is something that I focus on and a lot of my stories as well. Like I said although there is the unfairness of men being able to relieve themselves when women can't, there are also plenty of situations where some women are able to relieve themselves when other women are not, and those situations are even more tense and frustrating. Like the ones that I bring up the most, and which I based my recent novella on, was a situation where some women were able to go to the bathroom at a rest stop and others weren't and they had to interact with the people who did get to go when they didn't and the psychological tension that creates. To me that was even more interesting than stories about men getting to pee and women not getting to pee. In fact it also creates an interesting dynamic between the same gender where there is that conflict between other women based on the fact that if there is a limited amount of time to go to the bathroom it is like there is almost like a war going on between the ones who get to go and those who don't. To me it's even more frustrating to be with a woman who got to go when I didn't get to go than it is to be with a man who got to go when I didn't get to go. I mean men get to go simply because it's easier for them to relieve themselves, but with women you have the competition for the bathroom, where you are all like adversaries all fighting each other for relief or for a limited number of toilets. To me that conflict is even more interesting and that was in the same sex dynamic. So you are right that it doesn't have to involve a sexual divide like that, it can definitely be a conflict between one woman getting to go and another woman not getting to go, and those stories are even more interesting to me, and again something I speak of from personal experience. So you are right in some sense it's not so much a matter of the fact that one sex is getting to go in the other is in, it's that summer getting to go while others are forced to wait, and being forced to wait while you know others are relieving themselves as one of the most purest forms of torture and one of the best things for creating tension in a story. You certainly wouldn't want to really be in that situation but when you are in a situation like that it certainly gives you a dramatic story to tell afterwards for sure. "In real life, my SO knows I fantasize about this and likes that I enjoy her desperation, so she appreciates that I enjoy it when she unintentionally gets into one of these situations (rare), and also intentionally gets into or exacerbates situations like this as a form of play (more frequent). I feel uncomfortable about situations where this happens to women other than my girlfriend completely against their control in real life - it turns me on, but I recognize fundamentally that these women are trapped in an uncomfortable situation against their will and not aware of or trying to participate in some sort of show for me, so I try my best to ignore it usually. I guess that's not really specific to "unfair" situations." I can relate to this as well, and how it's also a conflict. And here is a part where it gets into a real major conflict for me. Like I have said I kind of enjoy seeing people in involuntary situations where they are aggravated by the desperation. Again I would never try to get somebody in that situation intentionally, but when I see someone in a situation like that of genuine dire did unplanned desperation those are by far the most exciting situations to witness. However there is the conflict over the fact that I know from experience what it is like to be in that uncomfortable situation against my will, and where I am certainly not putting on a show for others. I have started a topic about this before where I have sometimes said that it's one of the envies of being a female fan of female desperation that guys get to watch us wiggling and squirming in line or desperately looking for a place to go while they can relieve themselves without any wait. Basically guys get to watch us in those situations without having to participate in those situations themselves, what I call getting a free show, where you get to watch without having to experience. But I can say from experience that almost every situation where I have seen some really excellent female desperation has also been a situation where I was myself one of the desperate women and was so focused on holding it that you almost don't really concern yourself with the fact that other women also have to pee. You are just so focused on holding it in yourself that that takes precedence over enjoying watching others squirm. I frequently bring up somebody that I chatted with many years ago but have since lost contact with who would talk about all of these ideas for getting women into desperate situations and how it would be fun for us to put women in these situations, but the one thing that he kept forgetting in his quest to see all of these women desperate, is there any situation that he conspired with to put women in a desperate situation, if I was with him in that situation I would be on the receiving end and he just didn't seem to get that. He didn't seem to get why I didn't think it would be funny to say lock a ladies room at a crowded place where we were because at some point I would need it myself! But at the same time I find myself non-judgmental about others who take pleasure in seeing people in these uncomfortable situations that women are in against their own will. Although it's infuriating to be in that situation, during the year when I found myself in that situation pretty much constantly on a regular basis, I really couldn't get mad at people for enjoying seeing me in that situation when situation reversed if I was in the role of the observer I would be enjoying every last minute of it, which is precisely why some have said that I am a hypocrite and that it was poetic justice for me to have to be constantly on the receiving end of something I would like to be on the observer end of almost perpetually. It was certainly eye-opening to say the least. "I will say I sometimes get pretty bothered at people over-generalizing about sex and gender differences, and I've also found myself a little uncomfortable by how much some people hold up long women's bathroom lines or lack of opportunities for women to pee as the way the world SHOULD work and something they think is good and they want to continue and that a woman's role is to suffer etc, because well... it's expressing an actual desire for suffering to continue in a way that unfairly affects women, for the sake of sexual gratification. By contrast I don't feel uncomfortable with people enjoying things they have seen, stories they were told, etc, if they did not cause them and don't express the sentiment that this is just and the way the world should work. I also don't really feel uncomfortable about it coming up in fiction, because that's just fantasies." This is again another area where I can relate and where it brings up conflicting feelings. Yes I enjoy seeing women in desperate situations and find those situations exciting than I am in them, even if they are unwanted, but I certainly don't think that that's the way the world should be, in fact as many know some people have called me a bathroom social justice warrior in that regard, because I realize very much that it's wrong and I think that that is not the way the world should be, and yet the that is the way the world inevitably is. Again when you are not the one directly responsible for that you don't really have to feel any guilt at enjoying those situations, and I would not blame or condemn anyone for enjoying those unfair situations. And yet as a woman who has had to deal with the practical side of dying for a piss and really really wanting one, it is sort of a weird feeling particularly to be in an omorashi community, or even non-omorashi communities. Like even if you go to a serious website where people are discussing lack of toilets, potty parity and things of that nature and you see large numbers of people opposing it or dismissing it or laughing at it, and at the same time you are thinking, maybe these people are right, maybe that's just the way things are, but either way it's probably going to remain that way, on the one hand you are thinking that's going to result in lots of desperate situations, but then on the other hand you think that's probably going to result in a lot of inconvenience and desperation for me that I do not want. And during my year when I was in frequent desperate situations that were really unfair and where people were sort of taking pleasure in that, I mean again I'm not criticizing them, I wouldn't share my experiences if I didn't want people to enjoy reading about them or hearing about them, but there is sort of a conflicting feeling when you realize that your sudden popularity over the last year is due to a large part of the fact that people are really taking a lot of gratification and excitement in witnessing your predicament. The interesting thing is that I have spoken to a lot of guys about this who have a similar conflict where they say that they feel sympathy for my situation, and yet at the same time the thought that my situation could continue is a gratifying thought. They will say I don't want you to be in a situation like that against your will or in unfair situation where you're going to be suffering, yet at the same time if I am since they are not the cause there is no real reason for them to feel guilty about enjoying it, and I kind of agree with that, because again situation reversed if it was somebody else in that situation and I wasn't the one in that situation I would enjoy hearing about somebody else in that situation just as much, so I couldn't really criticize others for enjoying that without being a hypocrite. And then there is also the conflict that recently I have come around to some degree of resignation and grudging acceptance that some situations are unfair and that there couldn't be anything to do about it, or that it is unlikely to be resolved anytime soon. So there is that conflicting feeling of of yes this is probably going to be continuing, there is probably going to be a continued situation of unfairness, I am likely to be repeatedly on the receiving end of it, and yet it would be producing so many wonderful desperation situations that could potentially be witnessed, which once again brings me back to that person I was mentioning earlier, the one who liked the idea of locking ladies rooms or the continuing idea of being a lack of ladies restrooms, or now with Covid with a lot of the bathrooms being closed and resulting in lots of women experiencing more desperation. I am online friends with large numbers of guys who very much enjoy female desperation, including plenty who while they feel some guilt at enjoying it, at the same time wouldn't necessarily want the situation to change. I fully acknowledge that there are a lot of guys out there, and women as well, who really do feel that this should be the way things are, there should be long lines for women, women should have to hold it and it's good that this is the way the world is. Again I can't bring myself to criticize them for enjoying something like that, but again when they are talking about how great it is to see women deprived of bathrooms or stuck waiting in line and everything like that and you are in that situation yourself regularly it's a weird feeling. Like I think that one situation that perfectly summed up the experience was one of my days where I was at my job holding it all day and I was chatting with a guy who was telling me about all these wonderful female desperation sightings he has seen, about how it's great to see woman court short of toilets, and yet I am sitting there listening enthusiastically to the stories but at the same time I am sitting there with my legs crossed desperately wishing I had a bathroom, and I am thinking to myself this seems so wrong, and yet somehow this is normal, this is the way things are and that this is the way things are likely to remain, and it just sort of a weird feeling to acknowledge as a desperate woman when you see other people who are cheering over this lack of opportunities for women to relieve themselves and enjoying every last moment of it. But when I think of the future, think of the possibility that I may once again be in one of those situations where I regularly have to hold it, and thinking how much so many people are looking forward to that possibility, again totally not going to judge them for enjoying that, but it's a weird feeling to know that people are enjoying you in that situation, enjoying the unfairness of it and knowing that even if they feel sympathetic and feel that it is wrong, but nonetheless it's likely to continue like this and there probably isn't anything to be done about it. So yeah I'm not going to criticize men or women who enjoy seeing people in these unfair situations or even think that that's the way it should be, it shouldn't be that way, but it is that way, so I'm not going to get mad at people enjoying something even if it's unfair and even if I am very much on the receiving end of that. So if I find myself in that situation regularly on a long-term basis in the future I'll still enjoy talking about it with people even when those people are secretly happy that nothing is going to change about it, even while I am sitting there with my legs crossed and just desperately wishing that it would. "I also think the frequency with which this actually happens gets exaggerated a lot. Usually these unfair situations manifest as long lines for women, which is for all but the longest lines a relatively short delay in relief. Most people don't regularly pee outside in mixed company unless they are desperate in my experience, and women who are that desperate will frequently pee outside. This situation has come up a couple times when it was just me and my girlfriend, where she has said if she had a penis she would stop to pee on the side of the road or use a bottle, but this has happened only a couple times in years of knowing her, and also if we were both desperate at the same time I would try to find us both an appropriate place to pee unless she specifically told me to go now instead of waiting for her. The last thing I've seen is that women will sometimes ignore a modest need to pee to wait for a cleaner toilet, and sometimes can misjudge how long it will take or how bad they will have to go and end up really desperate (this has happened a few times with my girlfriend), but this isn't really the "women aren't allowed to pee while men are" scenario you are describing." I agree with this as well. Like a lot of people say that I bring up these things often and everything like that, but they really are relatively infrequent experiences, with the exception of the unusual circumstances I was in in the last year. Sure I have lots of desperation experiences and experiences of waiting in line, but that's over the course of an entire lifetime, and over the course of an entire lifetime, particularly if you are a person who keeps detailed journals and has a good memory in general, they're going to build up. Even if you only have one or two of these experiences that are memorable every year by the time you are 38 years old (as I am) that's at least a couple of dozen experiences to share with the world. So yeah it's definitely not an everyday thing except for that brief stretch of time where I was at an outdoor situation regularly away from a bathroom, but those are rare and extraordinary circumstances, and ironically I probably experience more desperation in the last year or two than I did in my entire life combined, but again that's an unusual and rare circumstance. On the average day I am at home all day right near a toilet, and even when I go out it's usually to places that aren't crowded and where there are no lines whatsoever. It just seems like it's more frequent because you don't mention when there isn't a line, it's the rare experiences that stand out in those are the ones that you are going to talk about and mention. I mean since my job has stopped I basically have back to having virtually no sightings or new experiences to share for months on end, and that is typically the common situation. In fact given how infrequently I leave the house these days I probably see and experience a lot less desperation than the average person does, I just talk about the few instances that I have experienced a great deal more than the average person does, and in a community like that this is what everybody's talking about, so this community is not a random sampling, it's actually going to seem like there's a lot more because this is the only thing that people talk about in places like this mostly! But you are also right it's not a situation of women aren't allowed to pee while men are if the women willingly just avoids a toilet when one is available. When a woman actively avoids a toilet willingly that is not necessarily an unfair situation, that's a personal choice and there is nobody to blame for that except for themselves. @Unbeknownst "Idk, but at least as far as I have seen, (And keep in mind here that I am extremely biased towards 'well written' in a literary sense rather than story sense desperation stories since that's what I'm into / certain writing styles or too many obvious errors just pull me out of the story.) most of the stories that feature the trope don't feature it for the sake of featuring the trope. The trope exists for a reason. It is a reflection of the general reality. On the average most biologically (equipped... not necessarily genetically) males have a lower standard for when they are willing to pee in a more generally public setting. Thus, it's not actually a case of can/can't, but of will/won't." Exactly, things that are tropes or clichés or things of that nature exist and come up a lot for the simple reason that they are an accurate reflection of reality. The reason why we don't see lots of stories about men not being able to pee while women are is that that situation in reality very rarely if ever happens. The opposite however is a common reality, again maybe not an everyday situation, but in a situation where bathrooms are limited or unavailable it is a true fact that men just have more options. Again there are plenty of women who will pee outside or can be outside, but I think that I speak for the majority, and by the majority I mean the majority in general not the majority of fetishists who are not a random sample of society, of women in that most women will not just pop a squat outside and expose themselves to others like that to relieve themselves. In general the norm is for if there is no toilet available or if the lines for the ladies room are excessive that women will just continue holding it. That's just the way society is, it's the way society is built, not fair necessarily, but it is the way things are and that the stories are just reflecting that actual reality. "I'm not saying that there aren't exceptions. There are most definitely stories built around the "men can pee, but woman can't" trope, but by and large most of the stories that have the trope in them is more a reflection of the attitudes of the individual characters in them. For the most part the trope is, and never has been, about the sex or gender of the individuals. Or rather it's not a trope that is about creating that scenario, but rather a trope in that that scenario happens to fit into the story." I definitely do build a large number of my stories and even my longer works and novellas around that trope, but you are right it reflects the attitudes of the characters, and most of my main characters are based on what I would do in that situation, and I am not going to go to the bathroom outdoors simply because I cannot squat effectively without exposing myself and peeing all over myself. There are some people who feel that I shouldn't really complain about my situation seeing as I could have gone to the bathroom if I would just be willing to pop a squat, but I am not, and most of my characters in my fictional stories are reflected of my actual reality and experiences. "Correlation is not causation. Stories that feature the "men can pee, but woman can't" trope aren't necessarily doing so to create the in story situation, but rather given the in story situation that is how the characters react which if done right IS reflective of the average reality and, given the particular story setting, might be even more appropriate to the story. Essentially, I hate it when people try to make it about sex when it's actually just "this is a trend that exists in reality that also exists in this story since the setting in this story is similar to reality"." Exactly, and even as a person who outside of this fetish writes lots of science fiction and horror and fantasy scenarios, even in those scenarios you try to make the story realistic and reflective of reality aside from the outrageous elements in the story. The fact is these tropes come along not necessarily because the entire story was written around them, but it's just the type of thing that would happen in reality. Realistically speaking in a situation where there are no toilets available the average woman is not going to pop a squat and expose herself, the reality of the matter is that in situations like this the women will most likely hold it. In that regard I consider even my fictional stories that use this trope to be true to reality, and the people who have like my stories have said that one of the things that they like the most about them is that they feel it reflects their reality and experiences. And again everybody has different experiences, and I think that in general people like stories and writing that speaks to their experience in some way. So the people who rarely ever experienced this kind of trope in reality might find it more contrived seeming in a story, where as people who have experienced it themselves regularly will read a story like that and be going, yes yes this is reflective of my experiences, this person gets it, I can totally relate to this. But again everybody has different tastes, and I do feel that our taste in particular stories and what we like does reflect our personal experiences to a very large degree. Even people who like literature of the fantastic and escapist reality are still looking for experiences that they can somehow relate to even within those confines of an unrealistic situation. As one author said if you make everything else about the story realistic people will end up accepting the fantastical elements because everything else makes sense to reality and lived experience. @LifeIsStrange "There's only so many tropes though, so eventually you're bound to run out of new ones. My motto for omo stories is "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" and for me these tried and true tropes work well enough that I don't mind if they've been done quite a bit and I don't need stories to re-invent the wheel to keep my attention." Yes, exactly, this 1 million times over. Let's face it when it comes to desperation stories there are only so many scenarios in tropes in which you can find a person in a situation where they are going to be desperate. So yes these have been done quite a bit, and really not just desperation stories, but almost every story has been done before, the key is finding a unique way to present the story and new and interesting ways. Like I have said numerous times you would think that there are only so many stories that you can think of involving a woman not getting to pee, and yet I never run out of new ideas and don't think I ever will, because even within that confines of a simple premise there are so many ways to execute it. So yeah even if I do reuse the same trope of men getting to pee and women not getting to pee, there are so many different scenarios in situations that you can apply that to that your nest never going to run out of new ideas. Some will be similar, but there is always room for new things even within the confines of a tried and true thing that has been done seemingly to death. Tl; DR I don't blame you I wrote a whole damn lot LOL. As you can see this is a topic very true to my heart.

Seen this link for this ad on another forum.

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Idk, but at least as far as I have seen, (And keep in mind here that I am extremely biased towards 'well written' in a literary sense rather than story sense desperation stories since that's what I'm into / certain writing styles or too many obvious errors just pull me out of the story.) most of the stories that feature the trope don't feature it for the sake of featuring the trope. The trope exists for a reason. It is a reflection of the general reality. On the average most biologically (equipped... not necessarily genetically) males have a lower standard for when they are willing to pee in a more generally public setting. Thus, it's not actually a case of can/can't, but of will/won't. I'm not saying that there aren't exceptions. There are most definitely stories built around the "men can pee, but woman can't" trope, but by and large most of the stories that have the trope in them is more a reflection of the attitudes of the individual characters in them. For the most part the trope is, and never has been, about the sex or gender of the individuals. Or rather it's not a trope that is about creating that scenario, but rather a trope in that that scenario happens to fit into the story. Correlation is not causation. Stories that feature the "men can pee, but woman can't" trope aren't necessarily doing so to create the in story situation, but rather given the in story situation that is how the characters react which if done right IS reflective of the average reality and, given the particular story setting, might be even more appropriate to the story. Essentially, I hate it when people try to make it about sex when it's actually just "this is a trend that exists in reality that also exists in this story since the setting in this story is similar to reality".

This vid should be on “Best video of the year” voting. 😉 Suuuuper hoooot!!! ☺️

Here is a cute video i found on pornhub. The girl pees through her pink panties outdoors. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph625b847d2066d 😅skinny pretty piss in public after party comment if you like it💦 - Pornhub.com_480.mp4

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This is so absolutely hot. Her open, sexy little shorts, to see her panties and her bulging bladder. The way she is squatting and how it is jetting out from her is terrific. I like to see the release of her bursting bladder in her face.

I'm not really interested in the sex/gender disadvantage specifically, so much as a prompt for desperation to happen, combined with the envy of one person anticipating being allowed to pee and then having to wait while knowing someone else got to go doing something for me. I can't really explain the latter part, it's just part of my fetish. This does not even have to involve gender at all. There are stories I have read where one woman gets to squat while another looks out for her, and then someone arrives so the lookout has to hold it, and those check off the same boxes for me. In real life, my SO knows I fantasize about this and likes that I enjoy her desperation, so she appreciates that I enjoy it when she unintentionally gets into one of these situations (rare), and also intentionally gets into or exacerbates situations like this as a form of play (more frequent). I feel uncomfortable about situations where this happens to women other than my girlfriend completely against their control in real life - it turns me on, but I recognize fundamentally that these women are trapped in an uncomfortable situation against their will and not aware of or trying to participate in some sort of show for me, so I try my best to ignore it usually. I guess that's not really specific to "unfair" situations. I will say I sometimes get pretty bothered at people over-generalizing about sex and gender differences, and I've also found myself a little uncomfortable by how much some people hold up long women's bathroom lines or lack of opportunities for women to pee as the way the world SHOULD work and something they think is good and they want to continue and that a woman's role is to suffer etc, because well... it's expressing an actual desire for suffering to continue in a way that unfairly affects women, for the sake of sexual gratification. By contrast I don't feel uncomfortable with people enjoying things they have seen, stories they were told, etc, if they did not cause them and don't express the sentiment that this is just and the way the world should work. I also don't really feel uncomfortable about it coming up in fiction, because that's just fantasies. I also think the frequency with which this actually happens gets exaggerated a lot. Usually these unfair situations manifest as long lines for women, which is for all but the longest lines a relatively short delay in relief. Most people don't regularly pee outside in mixed company unless they are desperate in my experience, and women who are that desperate will frequently pee outside. This situation has come up a couple times when it was just me and my girlfriend, where she has said if she had a penis she would stop to pee on the side of the road or use a bottle, but this has happened only a couple times in years of knowing her, and also if we were both desperate at the same time I would try to find us both an appropriate place to pee unless she specifically told me to go now instead of waiting for her. The last thing I've seen is that women will sometimes ignore a modest need to pee to wait for a cleaner toilet, and sometimes can misjudge how long it will take or how bad they will have to go and end up really desperate (this has happened a few times with my girlfriend), but this isn't really the "women aren't allowed to pee while men are" scenario you are describing.

Thankyou so much for taking the time to write up your thoughts in so much detail. I have very much enjoyed a lot of your stories over the years, and as such you are a writer that I have a lot of respect for. As you say, I am very much aware that it is a trope you work on a lot, and you are right, it sounds like absolute torture. The psychology is really interesting (and to be honest, probably a little uncomfortable) for me, because, without question, my "fetish" is desperation, WAY more than actual peeing, and the psychology of the situation is something that turns me on immeasurably. The more "psychological torture" that a situation creates, the more it turns me on. The pain, the helplessness and the fear of humiliation all play a part, and the fact that a person is pushing themselves into positions way beyond where they are comfortable, because the alternative is even more unthinkable, is something that I can't get enough of. Certainly, in my fantasies, I push the desperation a lot, and when I have sightings of actual desperation situations, there is no doubt that it turns me on, however, I would never want someone that I love to be forced into a situation that is as hopeless as the ones my mind creates, so it is something, as I say that leaves me conflicted. The men can go, girls have to hold though is a trope that I love quite because it is so unfair, and almost cruel, for the women involved. Do I know that is probably a bit wrong, yes, does it turn me on though, absolutely yes, way more than it probably should!

Is this the one? Wetting my Jeans! - Pornhub.com.mp4

Those videos where the model is acting really desperate, then when she eventually wets herself or squats down to pee, nothing happens for about 10 seconds before she forces out a tiny amount of pee, followed by sighs of relief, 'that's so much better' etc. Totally ruins a video for me if that's how it ends. I like full, bulging bladders and massive, gushing pees.

They had to flip the video so it wasn't upside down.

Now why couldn't this be a more frequent occurrence at the local gym? 🙂

I think this is what you are looking for. Unfortunately, I didn't have the foresight to download anything else from Tumblr. George_Lamberis_peedesperation-blog.tumblr.com_tumblr_npk458ix0g1s5svzn.mp4

I'm looking for some twitter profile that post bladder bulges (in particular female bladder bulge). Do you have some suggestions? 🙂

Thought I'd share some Omo art I commissioned from Schef[After Dark]! This was his first time doing something omo related but said he would be open to doing more.

Several years ago I read this post here on omorashi.org (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/44659-under-a-blacklight), and it planted a seed that finally came to fruition today. I happened to be in an indoor space that had a blacklight (something like an indoor glow-golf kind of thing) with one of my closest friends. She and I were going to be parting company soon, and I could safely head home. The place was also strangely not crowded, as it was early afternoon, before the school kids came. So, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to find out once and for all if regular pee (of a normally hydrated healthy person) would show up under a blacklight. I was wearing regular light blue jeans, which I knew would hide a small leak, but show a big one. I decided to let out just enough to be a small wet patch, and see if it “glowed”. (Oh, gray boxer briefs underneath, if you’re curious.) I was probably at a 3 out of 10, so letting go was pretty difficult, especially being in public. (I haven’t done many public wettings; just a couple of well-selected, mostly dark indulgences.) After some concentrating, I finally let out a small spurt. I figured it would be enough to see, but it really wasn't. So I let out a nice warm leak, which felt like it was maybe an inch or two across. But I only saw a tiny spot on the right side of my zipper (the "inside" edge). It didn't seem to glow, like at all, but I had come this far... I had to be sure! My goal was a small wet patch on my crotch that would seem to others to be a minor discoloration in the manufacture of my jeans. No biggie. So, a few minutes later I found the right moment, relaxed, took a deep breath, and let go. It was a slow stream, but even though I didn't really have to go that bad, it was still hard to stop once in full flow. And I knew I had to stop! (But it felt so good... and naughty.) Just as I decided to stop, almost at once I felt the warmth go from my crotch to my thighs and start to go down both legs. Now anyone who has wet their pants more than a few times knows there is a delay, as the pee drips and seeps its way downward. In that moment, I knew it was already too late for my goal of wet-crotch-only. I figured I had to be nearly empty already, and I was, so I decided to finish it off, and completely empty my bladder. I could feel that my crotch was soaked, my thighs were soaked, and I was wet all the way down well past my knees. Oops. It was kind of a big deal for me; I had completely peed in my pants in public, and in front of my friend! And she had no idea! What’s more, it simply didn't show very well. Like at all. I could feel the wet, but couldn’t really see it. Until… we went outside of the blacklight area, and I chanced a glace downward. Holy crap! It was so obvious that I had wet my pants. Like SO OBVIOUS. Thankfully, we exited to an area with tables where I had put my jacket down (it was chilly out, but hot inside), so I grabbed it quickly and held it in front of my wet pants. My friend had no idea. (She wouldn't have minded by the way; she has seen me pee in my pants more than once, and knows about my omo side. She would have laughed; but probably also attracted attention, which I didn’t want.) We walked out to the cars together, and then I drove away, wet, and horny. So, as to my little science experiment, I think it's official; BLACKLIGHT DOESN’T SHOW PEE! In fact, it hides it. At least for the pants I was wearing (Light-ish blue jeans.) I welcome anyone to challenge this conclusion, with your own experiment, but I feel like I’ve done my part. At least for now. 🙂 -PPN

I honestly don't have that much of a problem with the supposed timeline. It's fiction and I believe one should be given some artistic license. I also would like to commend the initiative to rewrite (or rather complement) an existing story, something I think more contributors should try their hands at. In the experience section there is quite a bit of raw material in the form of accounts that could do with a bit of, let's say, narrative-enhancing handiwork. I do have to say though, strictly from a perspective of personal preference and with no offence intended and hopefully none taken, that this was one story that didn't need this treatment. Your reworking of it was a bit forced and exaggerated in the light of its original form and, besides deviating from a perfect (in my opinion) ending, it ended up being rather chaotic and non-plausible. The original story was and is one of my all-time favourites from this board, especially since it actually happened (at least supposedly). The depicted turn of events was absolutely perfect, including how it all ended, so in my humble eyes it could hardly be topped. The only thing I would have wished for in the original post would have been a longer, more detailed depiction of the first part, especially during the actual concert regarding her growing desperation, if only to add even more tension to the proceedings, which honestly was what I was hoping for once I started reading your version. But like I said, I appreciate the attempt and I'd be the last to discourage anyone from being creative and contribute to the board. Disregarding my stated opinions, I'm glad people liked it and I'd love to see more attempts at reconstructing and enhancing already existing stories. I've got tons of stories and accounts saved from here and elsewhere, amongst which there are lots of great but all too brief ones that I'd have loved to see in a more fleshed-out version. Feel free to PM me in case you'd like some suggestions for future writings. Lastly, I think it's only fair to end with a link to the original story, for those who are yet to know about it:

That sounds so hot, you don’t force a girl to hold her pee, but you don’t let her pull down her panties. She can do whatever she wants, but she is not allowed to pull her panties down, absolutely great! You enjoy both, to see her holding and to see her wetting. Me too, I like both, but i like panty peeing just when the girl can’t hold it anymore, not on purpose. It is amazing how much girls sometimes torture them self, just to keep this little fabric between their thighs dry.

I wouldn’t force a girl to hold it in, I just wouldn’t ever let her pull down her panties. I’m not making her hold it, she can do whatever she wants. It’s just that she’s going to have to pee through her underwear. Or she can keep holding, but that’s her choice. Either way I’ll be enjoying myself!

Well these recent submissions have been excellent, so I give you, another dump from recent Tumblr posts!

View File My Girlfiend's Desperate 1 Liter Power Piss Same file as in "Video links and uploads" section. Enjoy. ? Submitter frosty Submitted 09/25/2018 Category Peeing

Part 2: David was left panting, eyes shut, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. He hears Dani shuffle into the room but it seems distant. He opens his eyes to Dani walking through the doorway looking toward the floor, naked from the waist down vigorously toweling off her lower half. “I am seriously so sorry. I haven’t wet the bed since I was a kid.” She presses the towel against her vagina to soak up any last bits of pee “I’ll ge—“ she trails off as she looks up to see David still laying in the pee soaked bed. David quickly sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed “Seriously it’s not a big deal. These things happen. We’ll get cleaned up.” He says, trying to play it cool. Dani looks at him a little puzzled “Doesn’t it gross you out that you are covered in my pee right now?” “No not really. It’s just pee” David replies, he tries to stand up but as he does he realizes he still has a very obvious erection and immediately sits back down. Dani notices and furrows her brow in thought, trying to register what is happening. After a brief moment of silence she raises a hand in front of her mouth to hide a small smile, trying not to giggle. “OH MY GOD, You are turned on by this aren’t you? Seeing me piss actually got you hard?” David feels his face flush, he sheepishly nods. She walks over to him and straddles him with her bare pussy grinding against the crotch of his shorts. She starts to pull up his shirt and sees the evidence of his orgasm all over his stomach. “Oh my god baby you CAME!!? Jesus, you came so much!” “Do you still have enough to fuck me?” David nods, she kisses him deeply as they lean back and move to the middle of the bed. The now cold piss puddle directly beneath them. She yanks his shorts down and grinds her pussy against his cock in a circular motion as she takes off her shirt revealing her gorgeous thick body with her perfect C cup breasts. Dani gives a mischievous grin and says “I think I still have some pee left.” David feels his cock pulse with excitement. Dani backs up a bit and strokes his dick with her hand a few times and while she holds him Dani lifts up and starts to pee over him while jerking his cock slowly. Even as gentle as she was being David was starting to feel that body buzz again. He grips her meaty hips and groans “Oh my god! I’m about to cum baby. I’m about to cum!” The last of her piss sloshes over the head of his penis as Dani quickly slips it into her pussy. She didn’t even have to move. As soon as he felt her silky pussy walls envelop him it was over. David moaned as he instantly came inside her.

This was quite a hold. Unfortunatly, I did not measure the outcome. But I believe it was something like 1.6L or just below that. I was absolutely bursting, I probably have never reached this level of desperation before. Here is a before/after photo.

As promised. This chapter has (along with the usual) heterosexual sex. Please let me know what you think. Chapter 10 Hmm…..all out, Maribel thought, as her hand touched the bottom of the popcorn bucket. Although she and her date, Luke, had shared a large popcorn, along with an equally atrociously huge soda, both were empty an hour and a half into the movie. Which meant, of course, that Maribel was feeling decidedly….not empty. “Hey, hitting the men’s room,” Luke whispered in Maribel’s ear as he stood up and headed out of the theater. Damn that popcorn, Maribel thought. After her sports bottle had been confiscated due to theater policy – something about people stealing soda from the self-serve machines – Maribel had planned to avoid liquids. But the popcorn was so salty, and the distraction of the movie made it easy to just keep sipping. And now, here she was stuck at the movie theater with a really cute guy she wanted to impress and an urge to pee she couldn’t do anything about. It’s not so bad, Maribel told herself. I’ll get the bottle back after the movie is done – they have to give it back once we’re leaving the theater. She crossed her legs and focused on the movie. Soon, Luke returned to his seat and continued watching the movie with Maribel. “Is it okay if I put my arm around you?” he whispered. “Sure,” Maribel whispered back, her blushing cheeks invisible in the dark theater. As Maribel continued watching the movie, her petite frame nestled in Luke’s arm, the soda she’d drank continued running through her, steadily – relentlessly – filling her bladder. Maribel found herself tapping her feet, shifting her hips and repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs as the pressure inside her intensified. I can wait, she kept thinking. I can wait until after the movie. As soon as the credits began to roll, Maribel stood up and immediately pressed her legs together. I…..I really need to fucking pee…… She tried not to hurry out of the theater too quickly, wanting to maintain her composure in front of Luke. Luke was close behind her. Maribel flagged down a teenage theater employee sweeping the floor in the hallway. “Hey, where can I get something I was told to pick up on my way out?” “Customer service….” he said, sounding bored. But as Maribel approached the darkened customer service desk, her heart sank as she read the sign: “Customer Service Hours: 10am – 10pm”. It was 10:30pm. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! “Hey, you can always pick it up tomorrow, right?” said Luke. “I’m sure they’ll keep it safe.” “Yeah,” said Maribel. “It’s just annoying is all,” she lied, shifting her weight from foot to foot. They’re keeping my damned water bottle safe and sound and meanwhile I have nowhere to pee!!! “One last trip to the men’s room before we leave, okay? Feel free to hit up the ladies,” said Luke as he headed off. Last Saturday I could have gone to the ladies’ room without even thinking about it, Maribel thought wistfully. I could just sit and…. Maribel’s bladder spasmed at the thought, and she squirmed, pressing her legs tighter together. Last Saturday was before, and this Saturday was now. The detection toilets left her no choice. Maribel simply had to hold it. She focused on steadying her breathing. Luke was back, and he smiled. Of course he’s smiling, Maribel thought. He got to pee twice and I….can’t. They headed back to Luke’s car and began the drive home. Maribel tried to engage in small talk, but it was becoming impossible to concentrate. The urge that had started as a low hum in the back of her mind had become a thunderous roar. Maribel rubbed her thighs together rapidly. I hope Luke doesn’t notice, Maribel thought. Here I am, an adult professional woman, doing the pee-pee dance like a toddler in front of my date! It’s fucking embarrassing. “So,” Luke said slowly, taking a breath. “I could drive you home. And if you want me to, I will. But I want you to know that I think you’re gorgeous. And I’d love for you to stay at my place tonight.” Maribel hesitated for a moment, and then said “Yes”. It was a curious thing. The need to pee should have been the only urge on Maribel’s mind. But she felt an undeniable, magnetic pull toward Luke. With the gentlemanly but clear invitation for sex came the realization that Maribel’s bladder wasn’t the only thing between her legs that needed attention. As soon as they entered Luke’s apartment, Luke pressed Maribel against the door, kissing her. Maribel kissed back, crossing her legs and squirming her hips to hold back the flood inside her. She wanted to make a beeline for the bathroom, but kissing felt nice and she could wait another minute, surely. “I know your secret….” Luke whispered. Maribel’s eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to tighten her muscles as tightly as she needed to. She almost squeaked as a few drops of pee leaked into her panties. He knows! He’s going to tell! “Yeah, it’s not hard to tell,” Luke continued, kissing Maribel’s neck. “You had every opportunity to pee at the theater, but you held it anyway. Even though you easily drank as much soda as I did.” Maribel trembled a little and bit her lip as she fought to maintain control of her bladder. “So,” Luke continued, his voice a low purr. “There’s really only one explanation. You like it. You like how it feels when you fill yourself up to bursting. You like to squirm and hold it back. And….I think that’s sexy as fuck.” “Mmmm….” Maribel half-moaned, partly with arousal and partly from the effort of resisting nearly overwhelming urge to pee. “I….do enjoy it, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. I better go pee.” She pulled away from Luke, eyes darting around in search of a bathroom. “C’mon,” Luke smiled. “You can hold it. I bet you can.” He took off his shirt and raised an eyebrow. Unable to resist the challenge and the way Luke’s body looked in the low light, Maribel kissed Luke. She was openly holding herself now, hand wedged firmly against her pussy. “Hmm……more comfortable if you sit, don’t you think,” Luke said as he led Maribel to a large, black leather sofa. Once Maribel was seated, Luke gently raised her lacy, ivory colored dress to her waist and removed her white, bikini style panties, with the wet spot in the center of the gusset. “Let me help you with that,” Luke said as he knelt down and gently pried Maribel’s hand away from her crotch. Maribel’s heart pounded, her overstretched bladder screamed and her pussy throbbed and tingled. “Ohhhhhh”, she moaned as Luke began licking her, slick, sensitive clitoris. The tension and fullness of her bladder made everything feel a thousand times more intense. Maribel quivered as he licked, faster and faster, around and around until……”OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!” her eyes rolled back and she screamed in ecstasy. And her bladder released, soaking Luke’s face in a hot, yellow flood of piss. “I……I can’t…I can’t stop…..” Luke undid his belt and pulled Maribel close. She could feel his hard dick against her still throbbing, pissing pussy. “Do it,” Maribel said breathlessly, as her pee trickled to a halt. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Please….please fuck me……” With a single thrust, Luke was inside. Maribel’s pussy was so tight and wet from holding her bladder for so long, and her thighs were slick with pee. As Luke thrusted his hips faster, driving his cock deeper insider Maribel, he could feel her squeezing rhythmically. “Mmmm…..I’m gonna cum again…..” Maribel hips bucked and her pussy tightened even harder around Luke as her second orgasm took over. Waves of orgasmic pleasure gripped Luke as he joined Maribel, his cock pulsing and spurting inside her. Afterward, they cuddled together on the couch for a while. “You know,” Luke said quietly, with Maribel’s face on his chest. “I know there’s another reason you could have been holding your pee tonight.” Maribel stayed silent. “And….if you were holding your pee for that….other reason I want you to know you could tell me. I think the detection toilets are bullshit, and I think something needs to be done about them.”

I wonder has anyone into omo ever gone to get a wax/shave professionally but made sure they needed to pee at the time to get an extra thrill out of it - even if they didn't pee there (wouldn't be nice for the waxer if they weren't into it) but perhaps the thrill of having to hold it in when someone was that close?

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -Jane Austen Wáng Démíng was such a man, and he felt he might get his wish granted. China's gender imbalance meant that it was difficult for many men to find a wife, but not Wáng Démíng. He was strikingly handsome, and the heir to a major corporation. He was also a pervert, which would be a minus to some women and a plus to others. He loved dominating women, tying them up and forcing them to orgasm, making them call him master. But most of all, he loved omorashi. He loved the humiliation of taking a dignified young lady and watching her vainly struggle to maintain her dignity before succumbing to her urges and soiling her knickers at last. It was the ultimate erotic humiliation. Unfortunately, while he always kept his sex acts consensual, many young ladies otherwise eager to marry him were put off by his depraved urges. Perhaps, he figured, women raised in a totalitarian state were too used to real oppression to enjoy the sexual version. Perhaps he should look abroad. So look abroad he did, and he found Emily Ford, an aspiring young model from Britain. She was an elegant young lady as tall as he was, with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seemed like the type to marry for money, and being a charming, albeit depraved, rogue would certainly help to seduce her. So they agreed to meet for a date. He would pay all expenses, and she would satisfy him...and hopefully he would satisfy her, too. Emily thought she was the luckiest girl alive. A glamorous foreign businessman wanted her, and he was handsome, too. He'd paid for a first class flight from Britain to China, and was going to let her stay in his luxury apartment. She knew there was obviously going to be a sexual price for this, but it wasn't even a price. He'd sent her shirtless pictures, and her legs trembled already. She was basically getting this for free. She looked at herself in the mirror. In her shirt, jacket, knee high boots, and little black miniskirt, she looked irresistible. There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo for days, and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable. She'd tried drinking more water and even taking laxatives to shift it, but it hadn't quite worked yet. As the aeroplane came in to land, she felt it might have finally started to work. She could probably poo now, if she was allowed to leave her seat. But she wouldn't want to leave him waiting once the aeroplane had landed. She sleekly walked down the staircase from the aeroplane, her hair blowing in the wind, and her skirt not due to being too short and tight. She felt very lucky in her choice of skirt today - a looser skirt would have been very embarrassing. But nowhere near as embarrassing as what she was going to suffer. Wáng Démíng was waiting in the terminal for her. "Afternoon, young lady," he said, in impeccable English. "You look stunning." He admired her fabulous bare legs and slender, curved figure. Emily felt a pang in her gut. "Yeah, I do," she said, blushing. She needed to go, but she also needed to make a positive impression on him. Dashing off for a poo wasn't the way to do that. "I'll take you to my car," said Wáng Démíng. Emily followed, her boots clacking on the floor. Wáng Démíng's Porsche was waiting outside. The driver looked at his new girlfriend. "Fucking hell, she's hot," he said in Chinese. "How much did you pay for her?" "Just the cost of the flight," said Wáng Démíng. "Don't get any ideas." "I won't," said the driver, wondering if he'd ever get someone remotely like that. Wáng Démíng and Emily got into the back of the Porsche and fastened their seat belts. "Traffic's bad today," said the driver in Chinese. "It'll take a while to get back." "Traffic's bad today," said Wáng Démíng in English. "It'll take a while to get back." Emily felt another pang of distress. She really had to poo. But she obviously wasn't going to admit that. "All the more chance to see the scenery, I guess," she said. The car left the airport and soon entered the mass of traffic. Emily fidgeted awkwardly in her seat. She should be enjoying this adventure, but all she could think about was how badly she wanted to poo. How badly she needed to poo. She looked around for any places to stop. But she couldn't admit she had to poo. She had to make a good impression. She had to be as dainty as the Asian girls he was used to. Wáng Démíng was good at detecting when girls had to go, and he was suspecting it with Emily. He wasn't sure enough to start getting hard, but he was getting little twitches. He watched her sweat and shift in her seat as they made small talk about how nice it was to be there. Perhaps he would have a little fun with her. He wouldn't forcibly stop her from going, but he could...discourage it. Put her off going just a little too long. Emily was increasingly struggling not to fart. It would take the pressure off her gut, but she couldn't stink up his car. And what if she followed through? It didn't bear thinking about. She just had to endure it. She rubbed her legs and prayed the journey wouldn't take too much longer. But it did take longer, and longer, and longer. And the poo was pressing harder, and harder, and harder. Those laxatives were finally taking effect, hours after they were supposed to. Painful as it was, she wished she could have stayed constipated a little longer. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. But she had to stay strong. If she pooed now, this would be over, and she'd be sent back to Britain in disgrace, having disgraced herself. It was so tempting to just poo and let it out. But that simply wasn't an option. "How much longer is it?" she asked, obviously anguished. "Who knows, in this traffic," said Wáng Démíng. "Maybe another 20 minutes." Emily gulped. 20 minutes. 20 minutes of increasing pain and pressure. She could hold it. She had to hold it. There was no choice. Wáng Démíng knew she was bursting, but he wasn't going to mention it yet. He tried to hide his growing erection a little. She didn't seem to have noticed. She was too focused on desperately trying not to poo. About 20 minutes later, the car finally entered the parking lot of Wáng Démíng's deluxe apartment building. Emily sighed in relief. If she really, really clenched with all her strength, she might make it to his toilet. Maybe. She tried to get out of the car as gently as possible, to avoid slipping a fart. She tried, but she failed. As she got up, despite her greatest efforts, a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing deeply. "I have to use the toilet, now." That was an understatement. She had to grab her bottom to stop the poo pushing out. It would be so tempting to just let it slip, but she couldn't. She couldn't. "Bloody hell, that stinks," said the driver in Chinese. "At least she waited to get out of the car." "I always take the stairs up to my apartment," said Wáng Démíng, truthfully. "It's good exercise." "What floor do you live on?" said Emily, despairing. "The penthouse," said Wáng Démíng. "Please," said Emily, "I'm going to poo myself if we don't get up there now. Can we go up in the lift?" "OK," said Wáng Démíng. He'd play nice for a while. They walked to the lifts, the driver carrying their luggage. Emily squirmed and held her bottom. The poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was barely pulling it back. She could just about make it. She thought. The lift doors opened, and they got in. Emily leaned against the wall and used every ounce of strength she could muster not to poo as it went up. It stopped on a floor partway there. An elderly couple got in, speaking to each other in Chinese. As the lift started to move up again, a surge of pressure pushed at Emily's anus, and she slipped another loud, stinking fart. The elderly couple frowned in disgust. "Those disgusting foreign girls," said the woman. "They have no manners." Emily couldn't understand them, but she knew they disapproved. Tears came to her eyes. She could not poo. That would be the ultimate failure. She had to be strong. But it was getting harder and harder. The poo was coming out a little further each time before she could pull it back. Soon it was going to pop out into her knickers and she'd start pooing her skirt for real. The lift finally came to his floor. She was on the edge of pooing her skirt, and she knew it. She could just barely make it. She staggered out of the lift, holding her bottom and grimacing in pain. "Now, let's see..." said Wáng Démíng. "Where are my keys..." He fumbled through his pockets, his cock rock solid from excitement. Emily leaned against the wall and squirmed. Relief was so, so close. But so, so far away. And she had seconds to spare. Wáng Démíng knew he shouldn't play stupid too long, and slowly put his key in the lock and turned it. He entered his apartment, and switched on the lights. "Now, young lady, let me introduce you to my apartment," he said. "I have to poo, now," said Emily, making a dash inside. Wáng Démíng grabbed her arm. "Excuse me," he said. "I have house rules. No boots inside. Take them off." "But...but I'm going to poo myself..." said Emily, starting to cry. "Take your boots off, and then I'll show you the toilet," said Wáng Démíng. "I'll poo if I squat..." she said. "Well, it's that or poo your skirt outside," said Wáng Démíng. "You're not coming in here with those boots on." Shaking from the exertion, Emily squatted down to remove her boots. As she did, the poo she had barely contained finally dropped into her knickers. With a loud, squelching fart, she started to poo her skirt. Days' worth of poo forced through her fatigued anus and filled her knickers. She finally stopped her futile resistance, and the poo squelched out of her knickers and stained her legs. The stench was incredible. She sobbed like a little girl as she removed her boots, and traipsed, defeated, inside the apartment. "Please stay outside," said Wáng Démíng to the driver. "Things are going to get a little personal in here." "I'm not staying in here with that smell anyway," said the driver. Wáng Démíng took the luggage inside, then removed his shoes and shut the door behind him. He then undid his flies and revealed his huge erection. "Now, young lady, let's see under that skirt of yours," he said. He pulled up Emily's skirt to see the filthy carnage underneath. "Now, how do you feel about sex?" he said. "As you can see, I'm an absolute fucking beast right now. I love it when girls get humiliated." "Um...OK..." said Emily, not sure of what to say. "So this didn't ruin our date?" "No, it made it," he said. "Come on." He let her into the bathroom. "Now, are you definitely OK with this?" he said. "I guess..." she said. He tugged her knickers down and put her in the bidet. The water jet cleaned the filth off her bottom fairly quickly. He turned her over and looked again. Clean as could be. He got the lubricant out of the cupboard, and started rubbing it into her anus. "OK, so I'm going no condom here," he said. "This is going to be quick and rough." Emily just didn't know what to say. She felt his cock pushing into her bottom, not as rough as she was expecting, but firm. He only took a few thrusts to come and fill her bottom up. "Sorry, I have no stamina with things like this," he said. "It's just so sexy. Now, come on, let's get showered." Emily was conflicted. It was incredibly lucking she'd pooed her skirt in front of a guy who thought that was sexy, but it was also a little unsettling. It was gross. But worse things happen at sea.

I don't know if you can call them genuine accidents, but they totally did feel like one to me. On a few occasions, I was purposefully doing a hold in complex layers . I was deliberately wearing panties, tights, leotard, sports bra (which is what I call the base layer, as it stops you pulling aside the leo or quickly pulling it down :P) I wore another pair of underwear, tights and bodysuit before putting on some skinny jeans hidden underneath a jumpsuit. Since I was wearing all the layers, I tried to test my limit by leaking a little and regaining control. I was in front of the toilet starting to undress while totally bursting, I let out the smallest squirts which I tried to stop. It happened so fast, trying to scramble out of the layers to avoid total catastrophe - quite an amazing feeling I'm unable to describe.