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  1. Hello, I found this video on Twitter. I don't know who it is, but what I do know is that it is a girl with a tremendous ass, enjoying her accident in her pink pajamas. twitter_20220708_010035.mp4
    5 points
  2. Okay, the story of my first unplanned wetting this weekend. I was at a festival, somewhat late at night, with a good friend. We had been drinking beer and we had also been sharing a large mixed drink in a 1.5 liter water bottle. We were both pretty drunk, the music was great, and we were having a fantastic time, but all those liquids were starting to catch up to me and I could feel a growing pleasant pressure in my bladder. My friend wasn't showing any signs of desperation yet - figures - I have an overactive bladder so I always feel it first and worse. At this point in the evening, we had just finished hearing a concert and had headed to a busy street that was closed off for the festival, which was packed with people queuing up to get into clubs or dancing in small street parties outside. I tried to hold on a little because I knew my friend - lets call her Sarah - wanted to get into a club. But soon I felt the first wave of desperation hit me and I felt a couple drops escape. Nothing major, just enough to dampen my underwear, but enough to make me alert Sarah that I needed to find a bathroom. This next part is going to sound like an omo cliché - I'm aware because as it was happening that was the first thing I thought: is this actually for real? We asked if I could use the bathroom at an A&W, it was closed. At a Wendy's: closed. Starbucks: not available unless you bought something. I considered it, but I was worried I could lose control in the line inside and I told Sarah that, so we kept looking. We tried a convenience store but they didn't even have a washroom (they probably just didn't want us to use it). It seemed that literally every establishment we tried had closed their bathrooms for the festival weekend, a really smart move when there would be tons of people drinking alcohol and getting desperate. So Sarah decided we should try a club with a shorter line, even though it wasn't the one we wanted to go to. Since it was an emergency, she thought maybe I could just go in, use the washroom and then find the club we wanted to go to after. The line was shorter than most of the other clubs, but it was still a good 15 or 20 minutes, and I started feeling more and more of the telltale waves of intense desperation that come with overactive bladder. I was drunk, so I was having a hard time hiding them on my face and in my body language, and with each wave, I felt my sphincter get a little closer to giving up. On the next wave, I resolved myself to release a few trickles into my pants, just to ease off the pressure. I waited, chatting with Sarah, and like clockwork, the familiar wave hit. Perhaps overreacting to the promise of what I was about to do, I felt my tired sphincter give up and the floodgates open all on their own. Splash, my bladder released all at once, filling my underwear, flooding my dark cargo pants, and streaming right down my legs into my shoes. Thankfully, the music and the din of people talking all around us in the crowd was quite loud, so Sarah somehow didn't hear the spattering of me pissing my pants and the pavement, RIGHT beside her. The people in line behind us must have seen though, because those cargo pants glisten like nobody's business when wet, and there were definitely streams splashing onto the concrete for a solid several seconds. Realizing there was no point in hiding the obvious, I nudged Sarah and giggled, "I just peed my pants". Just matter of fact. What else was I supposed to say? It was obvious enough if you looked and it would be more embarrassing if I didn't just own it. I distinctly remember her asking, "like a lot or a little". Well it was supposed to be a little... "Let's just say I don't have to pee at all anymore". Her eyes got wide and she laughed again, looking down to examine my wet pants. She never looked disgusted or grossed out, just amused. "I bet if you told them you pissed yourself they'd let you jump the line and go in to change," she suggested. "Yeah I'm not gonna do that," I laughed. We decided to just leave the line and make our way back through the busy crowd, me in my soaked cargo pants, toward the club we had been wanting to go to. It was a half hour wait, but I assured Sarah I didn't mind as long as I got to change eventually. It was dark, my pants were dark, and most people were drunk and totally consumed with themselves, so nobody paid attention. The cooling pee against the night breeze felt lovely on my legs and crotch and I was able to change when we got into the club. I had come prepared and brought a pair of short, loose black shorts - these ones quick dry. We'd been drinking more in the line though, and some water too to stay hydrated, so those shorts didn't stay dry for long. I wouldn't have left a mess for people to slip in/clean up in the club, but I did release enough dribbles in my shorts while dancing throughout the night to nicely dampen my bum and since the shorts were loose, some streaks escaped onto my thighs. As the night wore on, Sarah ended up kissing me and once my shorts had dried a bit, we danced really close together. I don't know if she was into me wetting, or just didn't think it was a big deal, but we certainly didn't let it put a damper (haha) on a great night.
    3 points
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    3 points
  4. All night I couldn't stop thinking about Rose. The picture of her sitting on the toilet and peeing kept coming to my eyes. It was a big sensation for me. The next day we heard each other on the phone. She had copied the materials and told me I could go to get them. Around 11am I was in the bookstore. There were clients and I had to wait. While she was serving them, I watched her by side and enjoyed her appearance. She looked very sexy that day. She was wearing a short, tight skirt, which came over her mid-thigh. It was impressed me a lot. The skirt clung tightly to her hips. There was a small slit in the back that elegantly opened and revealed a few more inches from her thighs. After the customers left, we sat next to each other and talked. The skirt rose even higher in a sitting position, exposing more of her thighs. She did not try to hide from me the view under her skirt. The white triangle of her panties was clearly visible. The light-colored tights made her looking even sexier. I liked her, but I felt pretty awkward that she was 20 years older than me. She asked me again to be as discreet as possible! The conversation was very pleasant and friendly. I couldn't hide my admiration for her appearance and gave her a few compliments, which she accepted with great joy. At that time she looked at my bulging jeans and asked me playfully how I’m feeling. I admitted again how beautiful she is and how exciting she was in last night's desperate situation. I was trying to turn the conversation to the topic of peeing. I used the moment when she crossed her legs and rearranged herself a bit on the chair to ask her if she had to pee. She said no, she had peed a while ago in a café. But that question provoked her to ask me if a peeing woman really excites me so much? I answered clearly that it was so. I shared her how excited she was the last night when she was close to an accident. She complained that lack of toilet facilities at her shop often causes her to hurry home after work. It was clear for me that last night situation was not the only one. I was very interested to know more and started asking: „Have you ever been at work very desperate to pee and nowhere to go?” „I have been, yes… many times” “What do you do in such situations?” “I’m just holding myself. Usually I use the toilet in a nearby cafe. If it happens to be closed, I’m running home.“ „It's good that you don't live far away…“ „Oh yes, it's really good…” “Have you ever had so desperate, that you didn’t make it on time?“ „So far, I’ve always make it on time.“ – she answered me with laughing. After a short pause, she continued: “I will share something to you, but do not tell anyone. Sometimes when I really have to pee and I don't have time to go out, I go into the warehouse and pee in a bottle. I use one with a wide hole. Then I pour it into the sink.“ „That sounds very interesting. I want to see you sometime.“ She grinned and said that most of sellers in small shops do it like that, but no one admits. I was really excited to hear that. I never imagine a mature intelligent woman to do such naughty things. I continued to asking: „Have you ever been so desperate that was forced to pee outside?” „Yes, I had.“ – she answered after a short pause. She smiled at me embarrassed. I realized that had a story, but she was not sure whether to tell me. „Where did you pee? Somewhere around?“ - I was waiting to hear some story. „It wasn't around, of course. I wouldn't risk to do that in a such familiar and busy place.“ - she answered me. Then she thought a little and said: “I had a very awkward situation last year.“ „What was happened? Can you tell me, please” – I asked her with great curiosity. She gave me a big smile, before continue. „I was downtown and returning home by bus. After a long walk I had to pee! I felt it was going urgent. I was wondering where I could use the toilet, but there wasn’t around. At the bus stop I felt quite uncomfortable. I couldn't stay in one place. I paced around the windows of a nearby store, pretending to look at the goods and began to worry how I would get home. ” At that moment, I interrupted her to ask her how she was dressed. She told me, that she was in knee length skirt, light pantyhose, a short jacket. The story sounded very interesting to me and I couldn't wait to hear the outcome. „On the bus, I deliberately sat in the back, where there was empty of people. I squeezed my legs tightly and tried to press myself into the crotch while no one was looking at me. With each passing minute, the need got more and more urgent. At one point I realized, that I couldn’t hold much longer. At the next stop, I got off the bus. I have to say that the moment I was getting off the bus, I felt the first jet of pee shot in my panties. I managed to stop the flow by pressing my crotch for a moment. Then I quickly looked around for a place to hide. I was feeling that I was close to an accident. I turned into a small alley toward a small garden, almost running. Fortunately, there were no people around and I quickly slipped into a small bush. I lift the skirt in a moment and feeling that I’m losing control. I quickly took off my panties and tights, squatted down and released a hard stream of pee. As I was peeing I saw a young man walking towards me, in my direction. I couldn't stop peeing at all. He was staring at me and even smiling as he approached. I also smiled at him and told “Sorry, I really had to pee…”. I tried to cover my intimate parts, but he probably saw everything.” “He must have really liked it. I wish I were in his place.“ “Yes, it was probably very arousing in yours point of view, but for me the situation was very embarrassed”. “How did you go home afterwards?“ „I went back to the stop and caught the next bus. My panties and pantyhose were wet. Good thing I was wearing a skirt and nothing could be seen. I didn't sit anywhere and even tried not to be close to people. I could smell my own urine.“ „It sounds pretty damn exciting. You have nothing to worry about!“ - I encouraged her. „I can see how bulging your jeans are now, just telling you this. I can't imagine how excited you would have been if you had seen me.“ „I imagine what would have happened if she hadn't gone to that bush.“ „I would totally pee myself! My tights would be soaked all the way down.“ My hand was already on her thigh and smoothly went under her skirt. Unfortunately, customers soon appeared and we had to end this interesting conversation. But we certainly had other meetings ahead of us.
    3 points
  5. I can't tell if this is sincere or not, but I wanted to enhance the experience. Was I not supposed to do that as a straight male or something? TBH it was truly spurred when I had to go really bad while in my car. It has a rough idle at times, and I was sitting at a red light when I felt it on my bladder. It felt awesome and I wanted more.
    3 points
  6. I think this is the video you are referring to. I didn't see Allyssa Reece or Mandy Moore on the DNP list so this should be okay to share. I hope it's the right video even though she is wearing a pink top. Mods, if I missed something on the DNP list then please delete. 480P_600K_125210111.mp4
    3 points
  7. I have an idea for a school role-play event which is centred around consensual toilet use denial. First a suitable venue. Wipeable floors and seats. Then add adult schoolgirls (and boys) dressed up in school uniforms Refreshments are available before class So are toilets, but are optional. Two toilet passes available per attendee. Drinking is a requirement for getting answers right, getting answers wrong, or for messing around. Like traditional school role-play events, hand spankings will be administered for bad behaviour (nothing that can cut the skin, and all consensual). And repeat offenders may have to visit the headmaster where toilet passes may be taken away For really bad behaviour, detention replaces rest breaks and very naughty girls may need to be restrained. While some girls mess around, others start to get desperate. Permission to go to the toilet during class needs to be requested, but have you already lost your toilet passes? Eventually, accidents happen And puddles spread under chairs. "Oh, have you had a little misshap dear? Why didn't you go to the toilet before class?" Beforehand attendees can make their post accident wishes known or notes could be left laying on desks to prompt the teacher. A school nurse might be needed to take wet girls to her office for a clean up. "But she wouldn't let me go to the toilet" Your friends may even be called in to help clean you up. Wet girls then get changed into sweatpants that look nothing like school uniform so that everyone knows who's had an accident. For really naughty girls who keep having to drink for messing around and have lost all their toilet passes, repeat accidents may happen. No more spares available for these girls. Wet knickers and everything are stripped off in front of the class. And you may get a spanking for disrupting the class while your classmates sit there desperate not to end up like you. Oh, and you can clean up your puddles. Yes, both of you. Accidents need to be reported And you now go about the rest of your school day with everyone knowing why you are naked. It's OK, you'll probably end up with company. And all the naughty girls who wet themselves are put on laundry duty.
    2 points
  8. Laying on my bed watching a movie. Holding till the end but already starting to leak. Will I make it?
    2 points
  9. It was happened in my early college years. I had to prepare materials for a university project and had to use a copy machine. There was one in a nearby bookstore, which is owned by a friend's mother. We were neighbors in the same apartment building. I have known her for many years and I knew that she could help me. Rose was a nice looking woman in her early 40s. I liked her since I was a child. She often attracted my attention with her beautiful appearance and stylish clothing. It was the end of her workday. When I entered the bookstore, she was arranging new goods on the shelves. Rose greeted me with a big smile and invited me to sit in a chair behind the counter. She had received new goods and asked me to wait a few minutes for her to finish. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I told her to take her job easy. I sat down on the chair and began to look at her back as she arranged the shelvs. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt, high-heeled boots and body colored tights. We were chatting as she working and I enjoyed how her cute butt bounced up and down in her tight fitted skirt. Even more attractive were the moments when she squatted to get something from the boxes. The skirt lifted up exposing half of her thighs. She could hardly imagine how much arousing she looked in that squatting position, especially when she slightly spread her legs. After a while, Rose finished her job and sat next to me. She complained that she had been unpacking goods all afternoon and didn't have time to rest for a minute. Sitting in the chair facing me her bare knees stuck into my eyes. She relaxed for some time and we talked about different things. Meanwhile she crossed her legs several times. It was very difficult for me not to stare at her legs, especially when she crossing them. At one moment, a customer entered the bookstore and asked for something. Rose just turned to him without getting up. She uncrossed her legs and involuntarily spread them a little wide. A unique sight exposed in front of my eyes. In this magical triangular hole between the taut skirt and thighs, the white lace panties were clearly visible under the tights. I had the opportunity to enjoy the view, while she talked to the client and she certainly couldn't realize where I was staring. I also noticed that she was sitting in the chair, slightly tense and restless. Shortly after the client left, she suddenly got up and asked what we were going to copy. She didn’t expect that I prepared more than 50 pages from several different books. She looked at me apologetically and said it would probably take her a long time to do everything. She asked me if we could start now, but finish the next day. Of course, there was no problem for me and I didn't want to make her stay after work. She began copying the first materials and complained that she she hadn't been out of the bookstore since noon. Then she turned to me and whispered "I haven't even been to the toilet". I shuddered when I heard that! That's why she constantly crossed her legs on the chair and now she was still restless. We have known each other for a long time and she obviously considered me like a close friend, so she did not hesitate to share this intimate detail with me. I immediately tried to comfort her and suggested her to left the job for the next day. She said she's fine so far and we can do half of the job. Although, it was obvious that she was in а discomfort. She just tried not to show it. I was aware, that there was no a toilet in that small shop, and she had either to use in a nearby cafe or wait to home. Fortunately we lived in just a 5-minute walk away. I watched her even more closely, trying not to show interest. She seemed a little uneasy as she worked on the copy machine. She was hurried and a little clumsy. I knew the reason and got very excited! At the same time, I didn't want to make her suffer. So, when she finished the second book and I saw how she began to bend her leg slightly, I said her to continue tomorrow. She agreed immediately, telling me directly „Yes, please, I really have to pee!”. That sounded very arousing! Since we were neighbors, we went home together. She asked me to help her with two rather heavy bags. Besides, I could see my friend at their home. The situation was perfect for me, but unfortunately not for her. Rose was walking quite fast, her heels rattling briskly on the sidewalk. I did not miss every convenient moment to look at her legs and I thought about her desperation. We had to cross the street and we stopped to wait. Rose couldn't stand still for a second. She began to step from foot to foot and push me to cross. After we crossed we continued at a faster pace. We were not far away from her home. She complained again “Oh, I really have to pee!”. I was burning with curiosity about what would happen and asked her if she could make it. Her answer was very uncertain "I don't know… I hope so." She apologized for making me hurry and admitted she barely hold it. As we approached, she began rummaging in her bag for the keys. She didn't want to waste any second. When we entered the building she quickly ran up the stairs to the elevator. Unfortunately, it was not there and we had to wait a while. Rose was wriggling on the spot, looked nervous and made displeasure grimaces. I tried to comfort her, saying it was just a little left. She murmured that she could barely hold it and didn't know if she would make it. I was very impressed by these words! I've never seen a woman on her age to be so desperate to pee. In the elevator, Rose began to wriggle even more. She was openly pee dancing in front of me and even pressed her hand on the front of the skirt. She looked really worried and moaned “I’m going to pee myself”. I stood next to her and couldn’t said anything. She looked like she could really start peeing herself. I watched her movements discreetly, watching to see if it would start dripping beneath her. As we reached the floor, Rose rushed to unlock the apartment. Her hand was tucked between her legs through her skirt. The moment she opened the door, she dropped her bag on the floor and rushed to the bathroom. With one hand she pulled up her skirt and exposed her entire thighs and butt. I saw her white thongs and she was about to pull her tights down before hiding in the bathroom. She failed to close the door. The next moment a powerful hissing sound came from inside. I was staying frozen two meters away from the open door and didn’t know how to react. I could barely restrain myself from taking two steps forward to look. My upbringing did not allow it! Rose sighed with great relief and told me that I could go to the living room. Apparently she didn't care much that I could see her as I passed by the wide open door. I walked in, trying not to look away, but when I past by her, I couldn't contain my curiosity and looked at her. I tried to pass as slowly as possible and stared at her all the time. It was a very sweet and exciting sight. Rose had taken off her panties and tights to mid-thigh and skirt was rolled up at the waist. She was sitting with her bare butt on the toilet and peed with undiminished force. The top of her intimate triangle showed slightly. She sensed my curious gaze and smiled playfully. I couldn’t stay longer, so I closed her door and went in the living-room. I was totally confused and amazed from what I saw. I couldn't gather my thoughts. At the same time, I felt awkward because I was staring at her so openly. Two minutes later, she came to me, seemed calm and relieved. She was wearing the same skirt and tights, only she had taken off her boots. She sighed with great relief and grinned. „Are you OK? You look so happy!“ – I asked her, still looking at her curiously. “I feel so much better now. А great relief!” “How long had you not been to the bathroom?“ – I asked, although I already knew, but I wanted to prolong the conversation. “It was before 2 o'clock in the afternoon when was the last one. More than 5 hours! This is too long for me. I usually go on every two or three hours. After that the situation gets difficult!” I was extremely aroused and I couldn’t control my erection. This did not go unnoticed by her and she looked at my groin and grinned at me. “And what about you?” – she grinned at me looking at my bulging jeans. I realized what she meant and did not expect such a question from her. „Is it because of my peeing?“ – she continued to ask me playfully. At first I felt embarrassed. But when she unexpectedly touched my groin with her hand, I realized that it was good for her. “Don't worry! Тhis is quite normal for any boy.” – she quickly comforted me. We sat on the sofa and we started having a very frank conversation. It turned out that my friend would be a little late, so we were alone for the next half hour. We talked about girlfriends and sexual experience. It was very exciting to talk openly about that kind of things with a mature sexy lady. As we sat on the sofa slightly facing each other, I lightly touched her knee with my hand. Her fine tights made me even more aroused. I really wanted to turn the topic of her peeing and I asked if she could really pee herself a while ago. „Yes, I really could!“ - she replied emphatically. „I was seriously worried. Especially in the elevator, I thought I’d do it in panties.“ – she smiled with embarrassed and asked me not to tell anyone about that. Then, I gained courage and confessed about my strange fetish about female peeing. She looked at me wide-eyed. „What exactly do you like… to watch me pee?” „Yes! Does it sound strange to you?“ „That's not so strange“ - she replied calmly. Then she told me that when she was younger she had a boyfriend who had a similar fetish. He was extremely aroused as he had watched her pee. I had been the second person who openly shows such interest in her. Meanwhile, my hand caressed her knee and slowly moved it up her thigh. I timidly put my hand under her skirt. With each movement I went deeper and deeper expected to stop me at any moment. We were talking, as if she didn’t notice that I was fumbling under her skirt. Suddenly she took my hand and exclaimed: “Oh, I'm getting all wet! I got aroused by your hand!” It only gave me the courage to act more confidently. However, she stopped my hand and kindly told me that we didn't have time for anything more. She admitted to me that she felt great, but at the same time she had felt very uncomfortable doing things like that with me. She asked me to keep absolute discretion. I kept my hand under her skirt while she talked to me. Then, with a slight giggle, she told me that she had to go to the toilet again. The moment she got up, I reached even deeper under her skirt and touched the panties, feeling her vagina. Her white lace tongs and tights were very wet! I fingered her crotch and starred at her underwear and feminine thighs. My thoughts were still focused on her recent desperation pee. “I can imagine how wet your tights would be now if you hadn't made it in time.” - I spontaneously decided to share my fantasies. „Knowing what a huge amount I peed, I would probably be completely soaked. And what a huge puddle I would make… now I also had to clean the floor“ - she laughed and caressed my hair. I held her thigh and kept slightly fingering. She tried to get away, but I wouldn't let her. And I continued with my curiosity. „Sorry for the question, but have you ever had a pee accident?” „Why do you ask me about such things?“ – she asked me in reply. “Because it terribly turns me on” “No, I haven’t“ „Never?“ „If you mean I've gotten completely wet, I haven’t… But yes, it happened to me to leak a bit before I took off my panties, when I was awfully needed to pee.” It was more than clear that she had accidents, but she didn't feel comfortable talking about it. After that, she asked me again to let her go to the toilet. „Let me go to the bathroom now. Such talking make me pee again … ” I decided not bother her anymore and let her go. She pulled her skirt down and went out into the hallway. When she came back, she said her son would be home soon. She asked me again to keep all this strictly between us. I decided not to wait for my friend. I didn't want to arouse any suspicions and left. (to be continued…)
    2 points
  10. im really into pee and pee play and im excited to finally have joined the community 🙂
    2 points
  11. Thought I ought to say hi! A lot about me can be summed up by the picture I attached (the base isn’t mine, it’s from r/littlespace), but I should add I also really like nappies.
    2 points
  12. Sooooo I went to the Ref Hot Chili Pepper concert in Cologne Tuesday. Was a great show! Have not had the chance to see them in years!!!! I got there a solid two hours before they were set to come on stage, but still had trouble parking. Eventually found a large parking lot that was about a 15 minute walk to the stadium. Pulling in, I was guided to a spot that was in the middle of the parking lot… sort of cursed under my breath that it’s going to freaking suck getting out of here…. The normal time it would take me to get home is about an hour… anyways, prior to the show, I drank a few beers, but knowing I had to drive and the rules of the road, I paced myself. On top, I mixed in some water. Given my extremely weak bladder, concerts and sporting events are always a huge challenge for me! I don’t know how the women do it!!! The line was huge!!!! And they even lined up in the mens room as a faster alternative !! Saw this during the Muse show too a few years back. Anyways, I try to choose Aisle seats or stay towards an exit on the main floor. Unfortunately, even though my seats were good, I was directly in the middle, which is annoying for me and they people I need to slide by when the urge comes. As the concert came to an end, I got out of there as quickly as possible knowing my parking situation. BUT… it didn’t matter, the line to get out was absolutely brutal. When we finally started to move a little, I took the time to jump out of my car and pee by my door. After that, most people would be good you’d think. Not me. I sat in bumper to bumper traffic for 1.5 hours before I even reached the autobahn. And how I was positioned in this traffic, through basically neighborhoods, there was no possibility to just jump out. On a side note, a girl friend of mine was actually supposed to be with me, but she ended up not being able to go. After about an hour, I was absolutely at my breaking point and I was REALLY trying to hold it … anywhere would have worked… I saw the Golden Arches of McDonald’s in the distance and thought that I could just maybe make it there (not that there would be parking)… but it wasn’t an option. I started peeing and absolutely COULD NOT STOP!!! My shorts and boxers were absolutely drenched!!!! Literally sitting in a huge puddle. Thankful for leather seats…. After peeing my pants, it literally took me another 1.5 hours to get home! About 15 minutes before getting home, my bladder was somehow extremely full again. I could have easily found a place at this point, but obviously not an option given the state of my wet pee shorts. Before making it off the autobahn, I had another full blown accident!!! Anyways, here are some pics. Was kind of an omo lovers dream situation in my opinion, but the 2.5+ hour drive home kind of sucked.
    2 points
  13. I'm not much of an artist, but got a spark of creativity to draw some Omo. I imagined this woman going out drinking in her tight jeans and black heels, then having to hold it all the way home from the bar. She makes it to her door, then soaks herself at her doorstep.
    2 points
  14. Had an incredibly rare evening to myself at home. After an intense workout, I jumped into the shower still wearing my sweaty boxer briefs and workout shorts, spontaneously deciding to fully wet my pants before starting the water and showering still wearing my underwear and shorts. This got me...well...worked up. In the afterglow of a great workout and steamy shower, I dressed in fresh boxer briefs and comfortable shorts with a long-sleeve cotton shirt. I grabbed the novel I'm reading and poured a cocktail before heading out to my front porch to sit in an adirondack chair in the cool evening breeze. I knew what I intended to do. I sipped my drink and let all the hydration from my workout fill my bladder as I read. I thwarted the first few urges before letting a few squirts go, subtly wetting the front of my shorts. A few minutes later I relaxed and let nature takes its course, slowly wetting my boxer briefs as the stream built to full force. Drips turned into a loud patter on the wood porch floor beneath me. Now soaked and sitting over a large puddle, I stayed outside and continued to read. The alcohol was grabbing hold and I was re-filling quickly. The need built faster than I was expecting and I unintentionally let out a large spurt that surprised me. I determined to hold on a little longer, but soon surrendered. Just as I began to let go, a couple on an evening stroll sauntered by on the road just in front of my house. The few drips that had already reached the porch seemed so loud. I clenched myself shut until they were out of sight and hopefully out of listening range. Then I unleashed! I pushed my bladder as hard as I could, pissing full force through my boxer briefs and pants. My stomach began to feel warm and I realized I was pissing up my shirt! It felt INCREDIBLE. Quickly I neared empty. I enjoyed the last remnants of the stream, sat in my wet warmth for a minute or two, then packed up to head inside...very satisfied.
    2 points
  15. For me bright colored jeans and panties are the best, because it shows what has happened so well! Light blue or grey jeans tend to be what I use the most...But I own a green pair and some other pants that are also super cute when wet! Underwear is just a bonus for later. But it also depends on the situation. A skirt, black leggings or bikini is great if you want to get away with being soaked for example!
    2 points
  16. Incontinence is rarely depicted in fiction, and I'm not aware of any films that feature an incontinent main character. I guess that Tom Hardy Al Capone movie that came out a while back. So I was interested to find out today that there's a new Chinese romance/drama film that has been playing at festivals about a relationship between an incontinent woman and a man. The synopsis is that in an impoverished village in present-day rural China, a middle-aged man and woman are forced into an arranged marriage by their families, who see them as burdens and don't want to take care of them anymore. The man, Ma, is a socially inept misfit type, and the woman, Cao, has a number of disabilities, including urinary incontinence. They've both faced a lot of abuse and ostracization in their lives. They move in to a little house and do some farming, and eventually fall in love with each other. I don't know how it ends, but I would guess tragically. I mean, the movie is called Return to Dust, not Happily Ever After. This movie has no set general release date, I don't even know which streaming service it's going to be on. If you google it, you can find a lot of positive reviews from folks who saw it at a film festival. You can't see anything related to the incontinence situation in any of the trailers, clips, or stills on the internet. From the way the reviews talk about it, though, it sounds like it's not just a minor detail in the movie. Every review at least mentions her incontinence. Others alluded to scenes where Cao is shooed out of someone's home for wetting herself, a scene where Ma buys her a coat to cover up an accident, scenes where Cao leaves wet patches on surfaces she was sitting on, and one review had a vague reference to Ma attending to Cao's urinary issue - which might be the same as the coat scene, or might be something else. This movie sounds really sad, and I doubt I'm going to want to wank to it or anything, but I'm still looking forward to it because I'm always interested in seeing the ways incontinence gets depicted in media. This sounds like it will a rare instance of a depiction that's sensitive, sympathetic, and relatively detailed. Here's a trailer:
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  17. It's an OLD photo, seen it 15 years ago Before the person photoshopped a wet patch on.
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  18. Well, it‘s fascinating how quickly this has reached our forum. I‘m kinda excited about this incident due to one major reason: I live almost exactly where this happened and I used to take this train a few years ago when studying! Imaginging a wetting happening on a train I used regularly makes my heart race. 😅 There‘s also a video about the report, but it leaves so many questions! Why did she record it? Shouldn‘t there be any stains visible in the last shoot taken on the train? i slighlty doubt the Train line number… If you want me to I can translate this from German to English… When I‘ll be back from a trip on Sunday evening. ☺️👍🏻 Would love to discuss the scenario in this safe place here. Yours, Nils from Germany.
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  19. . . . as a sex toy? Lol he doesn't have to conform to a gendered rulebook about who can own a vibrator here, and he's actually using it for its broader intended purpose.
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  20. Yeah, my wife has this happen to her quite often. Our kids are visiting family for the summer so she has been a little more “relaxed” with things lately. The “worst” one was a couple weeks back. We were in the kitchen and she was filling up a glass at the fridge. I came up behind her and whispered something in her ear not knowing she was about to loose it due to the fridge water, me whispering in her ear was too much for her to handle. Ended up with quite the wet spot on her sweats and my socks before she was able to stop it. Caught me by surprise a little bit, as normally it’s small leaks that leave a barely visible spot. This one required changing clothes
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    The medication Kenneth was taking helped a lot, after two days, while he was still needing to urinate frequently and experiencing burning whenever he let it out, the pain in his back had faded entirely. Kenneth had to stay inside while he recovered from his illness. His first day back, he’d tried to keep working, but had found it to be impossible. Every thirty minutes, he’d be hit with an agonizing need to relieve his bladder. Bryce allowed him to go every time he asked— Only because he’d get in trouble for not looking after his subordinates health, not because he cared about Kenneth, or anything! So, twice an hour Kenneth would be rushing back and forth to empty his bladder, and that had severely hindered his ability to actually DO his job. The second day, he returned to his post, but Bryce insisted that he should just let himself rest for now— Because it had been annoying to have to grant so many breaks the day before! That was all! He didn’t care one way or the other if Kenneth got better! Not at all! Kenneth had tried to argue for a bit, but as he’d presented his case and tried to prove that he was still capable of working, his bladder surged violently and he’d been forced to stop mid-sentence to request a toilet break. “Just go back and rest, I’ll fill in for you today,” Bryce rolled his eyes. “Jeez…” So, Kenneth had obeyed, and for the rest of the day he stayed in his room, close to the spot where he could most easily urinate. That night, Dwight really started to notice that something about Kenneth had changed. Kenneth had begun to fidget and writhe in his arms in the middle of the night. Dwight had responded by tightening his grip around his friend and kissing him lightly on the cheek, trying to calm him down. When Kenneth’s eyes flew open, and he realized Dwight had already woken up as well, Dwight expected him to just mumble “Another nightmare about my Father…” and leave it at that. But… Instead, Kenneth kept talking. He described which event his brain had just forced him to relive, how he’d felt when it had actually been happening to him, and how it made him feel now that it had been replayed to him in his dream. “I feel so angry, Dwight. I’m tired of having nightmares about this stuff. It’s over, I want to forget about it. It isn’t fair.” ‘Want’. That word caught Dwight’s attention. Its meaning was different from the usual “I SHOULD have forgotten it all by now.” It was acknowledgement that his memories weren’t removable, just a desire that they COULD be gotten rid of. “It ISN’T fair,” Dwight agreed. “But, now you’re awake. You know it’s over, and you’re with me now.” “Yes…” Kenneth allowed himself to snuggle deeper against his friend. “I feel… I feel safe when you’re with me.” The next morning, Kenneth scrambled from bed to the toilet, and Dwight watched as he just barely yanked his pajama pants down before a stream blasted from his tip. “Hnnnh…” Kenneth whimpered a bit as it poured out of him. It seemed that his first pee of the day was always the one that stung most for him. “Stay inside again today,” Dwight told him, opening the cap on Kenneth’s medication. “Take this and try to feel better.” “I can’t skip two days in a row,” Kenneth complained. “Bryce filled in for me yesterday, but my post is supposed to be for TWO people.” “I can be there with Bryce today,” Dwight said. “You just need to focus on getting well again, alright?” “But, it’s supposed to be your day off,” Kenneth reminded. “It’s fine, I don’t mind working one more day.” “Okay…” Kenneth sighed. “If you’re sure you can handle the extra work.” “I can, don’t worry about it,” Dwight promised. He got himself ready for the day, putting on his uniform and relieving his bladder before heading out. Dwight didn’t feel even the slightest hint of worry about skipping his day off, but he knew he was going to feel… Weird being around Bryce so much today. Dwight had been feeling a tiny bit awkward while in Bryce’s presence ever since the night everything had happened with Karl. More specifically, Dwight had been feeling awkward ever since the aftermath of those events; The three of them, cuddling in bed together. Through the night, Dwight had tried to tamp down the possessive urge to pull Kenneth closer to HIM and further from Bryce, fearful of what Bryce might think if he noticed he was getting… Well, there was no other word to describe it, he was getting JEALOUS. An aching, yearning feeling that made Dwight squirm every time he remembered it. Dwight thought he was being silly— He KNEW he was being silly— He’d never seen any indication that Bryce liked ANY men at all, let alone one that he constantly insulted and argued with. He’d seen Bryce stumble over his words and blush around Elizabeth—THAT was who Bryce liked, not Kenneth. The night he and Kenneth had first really talked about their relationship, Kenneth had explained that Dwight was the ONLY person he’d ever felt attracted to in his entire life, that he didn’t think he COULD feel attracted to anyone unless he was already very, very close to them. But, could Kenneth get close to another person in the same way, and then he’d find himself interested in THEM, too? Dwight didn’t really know how that worked! For him, he’d just… See a person sometimes, be they a man or a woman, and think to himself that they were kind of hot. He didn’t need to really KNOW them first before he thought that, but those instances still weren’t the same feelings he got when he was around Kenneth. He did definitely think Kenneth was a good looking guy, and over the years most of the men Dwight had ever felt interested in would sort of LOOK like Kenneth did— They’d be short, narrow, bony, have big eyes and light hair— but for all he knew, falling so hard for Kenneth had been the thing to shape his taste in men. That too seemed different for Kenneth, he’d said plenty of times that he loved Dwight’s abs and muscular arms, but said he’d never been enticed by those features on any other person. Later, he’d commented that if Dwight ever exercised less and got out of shape, he’d probably just suddenly have a thing for chubby stomachs because now that feature would be a part of Dwight’s body. Dwight hadn’t shaped Kenneth’s taste in men exactly, instead Kenneth’s tastes just morphed to accommodate whatever Dwight happened to look like. So, Dwight thought it was silly to be jealous of Bryce any time he happened to touch Kenneth, as it seemed that the only real requirement Kenneth had for a romantic partner was that they just… Be Dwight. But, Dwight worried anyway, what if someday there WAS a person Kenneth bonded with as much as he had with Dwight? What if Kenneth started to like them even better? And, beneath that jealousy and worry, there was something else about that night. At one point, Dwight had woken up for a moment and discovered that his and Bryce’s hands had joined together when they’d both been draping their arms across Kenneth, and Dwight hadn’t had ANY urge to unlink their fingers. But, THAT was something he found too confusing to even contemplate, so he tried his best to just ignore it. *** Bryce stood in the area where he usually supervised Kenneth during the day. Yesterday, he had discovered that remaining vigilant for intruders was a lot more difficult than making sure his subordinate didn’t fall asleep, sit down, or wander off without permission. He was really much more used to keeping his eyes on one, specific person. Trying to watch out for actual threats wasn’t as easy. This morning, Bryce noticed a slight pressure and realized he may just end up having an even harder time concentrating than he’d had yesterday. He’d remembered to relieve his bladder after getting up, but he’d also woken to a very dry mouth that had caused him to drink a little more water than he typically did. He already needed the toilet again— He certainly wasn’t desperate, but the urge was just insistent enough that he couldn’t push it out of his brain. ‘Dwight pisses here constantly,’ Bryce reminded himself. ‘Yes, but he’s an idiot,’ another part of his mind argued. ‘You’re better than that.’ ‘No one’s around to see you, though,’ his other side pointed out. Bryce glanced around, confirming that no one would see if he chose to relieve his bladder right where he was. He reached for his belt and started to unclasp it. ‘Just this once,’ he thought. ‘Just so you can concentrate.’ His hips hitched forwards slightly as he tried to ready himself. Before he’d managed to get his belt undone, Bryce heard approaching footsteps that made him jump hard before freezing in his place. His hands balled themselves into fists by his sides as he spun around. “S—Smith," he said. “You are supposed to be resting today.” “Since Kenneth’s still not feeling well, I thought I’d help you out,” Dwight explained. “I don’t mind.” A curious sensation was thrumming around within Bryce’s abdomen then, a sort of confused pulsing that began at the base of his cock and flared down through to his tip. The little bolt Bryce typically felt in the millisecond before his bladder began to empty— only this time the feeling just continued on and on, growing stronger, as his bladder struggled to understand why its relief had suddenly been snatched away in the last moment. His body had been anticipating relief, and now that was well beyond his reach. It all made Bryce feel like he had to go a whole lot worse than he actually did, and he rocked on his feet to try to chase away all the little pangs. “Well,” he said finally. “Well… Alright. If you’re sure.” Dwight took his spot and stood there quietly. It wasn’t because he couldn’t think of anything to talk about, but because the one topic he could think of was one he didn’t WANT to bring up. He was sure Bryce didn’t want to talk about that night very much, either. He’d noticed how uncomfortably stiff Bryce’s body had gone at the sight of him, a confirmation that everything was going to feel awkward for a little while. ‘Did Bryce notice that we’d started holding hands?’ Dwight kept wondering. That was the moment that weighed on his mind the most. Squeezing Bryce’s hand super tightly, while cuddling Kenneth so closely… Dwight had to stop thinking about that. It made him feel twitchy. “Kenneth is doing a little better, I think,” he informed. “He doesn’t feel pain unless he’s… You know, going. And he says it isn’t AS bad now.” Bryce looked away. He hated to admit it, but he’d been HOPING Dwight would say something so that he could have a distraction from his bladder. But, of course, Dwight’s chosen topic of conversation had to be Kenneth’s bladder and the things that were wrong with it. “Th—That’s good,” Bryce said. He glanced down, and saw his toes were pointing in towards one another. That wouldn’t do! He was supposed to stand with his legs apart, feet facing out! He corrected his pose, feeling another little tremor of need just beneath the soft skin of his abdomen. ‘You know you can go in front of him, right?’ Bryce tried to reason. ‘You’ve done it before, and he’s… Open about these matters. He’d be the last person to judge you for this.’ But, to do that would be like saying he COULDN’T hold it anymore, when he KNEW that he could. He only kind of had to go, it wasn’t taking any effort at all to keep his pee where it belonged. He only wanted to pee so that he’d feel more comfortable throughout all the long hours he’d have to stand here. That was all. But, if he peed, Dwight would THINK he was doing it because he was having an emergency, not simply because his urge was irritating him. Bryce would not allow Dwight to assume— Even for a second— that he was bursting and couldn’t hold it. He’d wait. He’d wait and put up with all the annoying buzzing throbs happening down below. They weren’t a big deal. Dwight had gone quiet again. Without permission, his brain replayed the hand-holding from the other night on loop. He wished he’d just slept through that, then he wouldn’t know it had happened and he wouldn’t have to feel so confused about it. “He’s talking more,” Dwight informed at last. “Which is good. I expected him to keep being silent, like he was right after… Right after everything happened.” “Good, good,” Bryce nodded. He knew he probably should have said something else after that, but he couldn’t think of anything. When he’d come into that room, when he’d seen Karl manhandling Kenneth and causing him to flood his pants in public like that, he’d been so shocked by the cruelty of it that it was all he could really focus on. Replaying the memory now though, when his own bladder was being so terribly annoying, Bryce kept coming back to how loudly Kenneth’s stream had hissed into his clothes, to the splashes of the liquid soaking onto the ground below him. It seemed Bryce didn’t even need to physically HEAR running water for it to effect his bladder, simply recalling what it sounded like was enough to get him tensing his thighs up a little more. And, remembering what had happened to Kenneth so recently was making Bryce remember things that had happened to HIM a long time ago. One day, when he was around ten, he’d been wriggling madly at his desk in the school-house. His curly hair, which had always looked pretty frazzled in those days, had become even more unkempt thanks to his constant, uncontrollable bouncing. At one point, he’d timidly asked his teacher if he could be excused, but she never allowed anyone to leave during class, no matter how obvious it was that they needed a break. Bryce swayed from side to side, crossing his legs this way and that as one of his hands held the front of his pants tightly. He could see Karl watching him from the other side of the room, he could see the amusement in the other boy’s eyes, and he knew what that meant for his chances of getting proper relief when the class was let out for recess. The very second they were dismissed, Bryce decided, he was going to have to RUN. He was going to have to run as fast as he possibly could, even if the harsh steps and long strides made some of his pee come out before he was ready. Running was his only hope of beating Karl to the bathroom and actually being able to USE it. After what felt like days, the class was dismissed for recess. Bryce’s bladder was yelling at him to stand up slowly and carefully to prevent an accidental spill, but ‘slow’ and ‘careful’ wouldn’t get him to the toilet before Karl did. So, he launched himself out of his seat, sure enough a dribble trailed down his legs right away, but he didn’t care. He just had to get there in time! He took off into a sprint, running out of the room and onto the playground. More pee came out with each step and he could feel himself getting more sodden by the second. He still had to try! On the playground, he made the turn towards the restroom too fast, losing control over his feet and landing harshly onto the ground. Another big leak left him then, but that was nothing compared to his other problem; his glasses had flown off his face. Bryce had incredibly poor vision. Without his thick glasses, he couldn’t see past his own nose. Everything was just a blurry, smudged lump of barely identifiable shapes. He frantically felt around on the ground for them, and his heart sank when he made contact with broken glass. His eyes welled up with tears, his parents were going to be really mad! And… And he still had to go so much! Lip trembling, he picked up the glasses and struggled onto his feet. He could feel only the left lens had shattered, so he was going to be able to see out of ONE eye, still. He put them on and closed his left eye, now mostly able to see where he was going. He made it to the restroom, but of course, his fall and search for his glasses had given Karl enough time to beat him. Karl laughed as soon as he saw Bryce. “You still need to go? I’m surprised you didn’t wet yourself when you fell,” he said. “That was hilarious.” Karl was blocking the toilet, same as he always did whenever he decided that tormenting Bryce’s bladder was how he’d like to spend his recess. “You smell like piss,” Karl remarked, stepping closer to Bryce. “You SURE you actually need to be in here anymore? And I see you’re half-blind now, have fun telling your parents you busted your glasses because you can’t hold your pee.” Bryce was clutching at his front with both hands now. He’d stopped losing trickles into his clothes, but he felt like he was about to burst completely! “I have a few coins in my pockets,” he stated. “Just take those and let me use the toilet.” Karl snorted out another laugh. “Can’t let go of yourself for two seconds to reach them on your own?” he guessed. He reached into Bryce’s pockets and retrieved his change. He looked at the three coins, then tossed them to the ground. “That’s hardly anything!” he said. “Definitely not enough for me to let you pee.” “Please?” Bryce asked. “I haven’t got anything else!” “Alright. If you can hold it for one more minute, I’ll let you go,” Karl decided. “J—Just one more minute?” tears were going down Bryce’s face. “Promise?” “Promise,” Karl assured. “Starts now.” Bryce could hold it one more minute. It hurt so bad, but he could hold it one more minute! Just one more minute, and he’d feel all better. Just one more minute, and it would be over. His insides would stop burning. He’d only have to hide a little, tiny wet spot on his pants for the rest of the day. One more minute. One more minute. He could do it. But then, Karl had grabbed him, and Karl was much bigger than Bryce. Karl pinned Bryce against the wall with one hand, and used the other to press down on his lower stomach. And Bryce couldn’t hold it at all after that. Bryce didn’t like to remember that day, or the dozens of others that were exactly like it. Sometimes, he was able to push those memories out, but then something would happen to bring them all back. Seeing Karl do it again had hurt, even if it wasn’t Bryce that he’d done it to. If anything, seeing it happen to someone else made Bryce feel even worse, because he was forced to confront what he must have LOOKED like in those moments. That shocked, vacant expression on Kenneth’s face, the stunned tears, the heaving… And, it wasn’t that he felt bad for Kenneth. Because he didn’t. He felt nothing for Kenneth, aside from annoyance. And he certainly hadn’t been relieved when Kenneth asked him to stay by his side that night because it meant he’d be able to keep an eye on him and make sure he was okay. He certainly hadn’t been happy when Kenneth wanted him to spend the night in bed. He certainly hadn’t enjoyed holding onto him. He hadn’t. “If… Um… If it makes Paulson feel any better,” Bryce began, unsure of what he was even saying. “You can tell him that Karl used to do that to me all of the time.” “Huh?” Dwight asked. “The… Pushing thing,” Bryce said. “When you… When you need to go and he squeezes you until you have an accident. He did that to me a lot. He thought it was funny.” Talking about this wasn’t helping his current bladder situation at all, and he had no clue why he was saying this— Why he was giving Dwight permission to tell Kenneth about one of the most awful, humiliating things that had ever happened to him. “Oh…” Dwight said. He looked away. That weird feeling was getting bigger. Bryce didn’t usually just ‘share’ things like that— Especially not if they were embarrassing! Usually, it took a lot of work to get Bryce to acknowledge that he HAD a bladder, much less that there’d ever been a time where he’d lost control over it. Speaking of bladders, Dwight’s own was starting to feel pretty full. He couldn’t hold his urine for as long as his friends could, it was lucky that he was also the one that was most open about his needs, that had the least amount of trouble attending to them around other people. He’d peed at this spot loads of times, simply turning around as soon as his bladder became too full to ignore and letting everything out. There was no reason for him not to do that right now. He turned away, hand going to his belt. But, then he froze. He was about to take his… thing out. Right in front of Bryce. He’d exposed his penis in front of Bryce plenty of times, though! He’d urinated in front of the other man more times than he could count! Every time Bryce supervised him out here, Dwight would empty his bladder several times throughout the day without even thinking about it! Bryce had seen his dick before, why did it suddenly feel different today? Bryce had bitten back a groan when he’d seen Dwight turn around, sure that he was about to hear a zipper being yanked down followed by the sharp hiss of pee striking the dirt between Dwight’s feet. Bryce’s hips were already wriggling at the thought. The last thing his bladder wanted right now was to be forced to listen as someone else went. But then, Dwight just turned back around without doing anything. “Your zipper caught again?” Bryce guessed. Dwight jumped slightly. “O—Oh, no. I wasn’t… I don’t have to go,” he said. “I was just looking at a bug.” “A bug…” Bryce repeated. “Yeah,” Dwight said. Dwight was the exact opposite of pee-shy, so Bryce had no reason to doubt him, but that STILL sounded like an excuse— Hell, it sounded like an excuse Bryce HIMSELF would use if he was caught just about to urinate. “…Alright,” he said finally. He certainly wasn’t going to argue, it wasn’t as though he WANTED to be subjected to the sound of Dwight releasing a stream when he still needed to keep his OWN stream right where it was. Wow, it would sure feel good to let it out, though… Bryce’s urge for relief had grown considerably since he’d first noticed it. The pressure was now severe enough that it was forcing him to move about. He swayed from side to side, his knees occasionally bending as he tapped his fingers against his hips. Pressing his thighs together, Bryce asked “What kind of bug was it?” desperate for something else to think about. Dwight cringed as he tried to think of a type of bug. His mind was blank, however. Now that he’d noticed he had a full bladder, the only words that he WANTED to say were “I need to pee!” and it was difficult to come up with different ones. “I— I don’t know. It was big. A beetle, I guess.” Bryce crossed his arms, since he didn’t DARE do the same thing with his legs. “So long as it wasn’t a poison one.” “No, I don’t think so,” Dwight said, taking a few hesitant steps in place. It was so hard for him to keep quiet and still when he had to go! If he couldn’t TALK about his need, he at least had to squirm! An hour later, Dwight was REALLY squirming— That was how it was for him, his bladder could go from ‘uncomfortable but manageable’ to ‘stretched within an inch of its life’ VERY quickly. One hour of holding was all it took for Dwight to be constantly bouncing in place, crossing his legs and biting back tiny, needy moans. Bryce was pacing stiffly next to him, his stomach felt bloated and full, straining with urgency. He swore Dwight must have needed to go as well— Most days, Dwight would have urinated at his post at least ONCE by now, and he was ridiculously antsy at the moment. But, Bryce knew that couldn’t be the case because Dwight didn’t have any reason to hold it. He knew the other man didn’t possess even the slightest bit of shame, and he couldn’t have been holding it in out of sympathy for Kenneth— If Kenneth was having trouble urinating right now, Dwight would have said as much first thing. Plus, Dwight NEVER shut the fuck up when he had to pee, and he hadn’t said even one word about wanting the toilet. So, Bryce reasoned, he must have been squirming for some OTHER reason. Likely, he was just worried about his sick friend. “I am sure Paulson will recover,” Bryce said. “He has had infections before, he always gets better.” “H—He will,” Dwight agreed. He shifted his weight again, folding his arms across his chest and bending over a little bit, fighting to find a position that took some of the edge off his need. ‘I need to peeeee…’ he screamed inside his head. ‘I need to pee sooooo bad!’ But, merely thinking the words didn’t make him feel better in the same way moaning them aloud always did. “So, try not to worry too much,” Bryce added. He checked his watch. Still a few hours to go until their midday break. Bryce would go then. Probably. So long as Dwight didn’t follow him or something. He knew he’d been awful fidgety for the last hour, so there was a chance Dwight suspected he needed to pee badly. If Dwight saw him GO as soon as they took their break, he’d be confirming the other’s suspicion— And making Dwight think that he couldn’t hold it. That was unacceptable of course, because Bryce COULD hold it. Doing that was taking a considerable amount of effort now— He found himself having to rhythmically tense and relax his thigh muscles over and over to fight down the harsher spasms— but he COULD definitely hold it! Dwight bounced on his heels. He turned around again, intending to give up and let himself piss in the same spot he’d pissed literally hundreds of times without ever once feeling ashamed about it. His hands clutched at his belt, and a gasp fell from his lips at a sudden surge in pressure. His bladder felt like a bloated water balloon resting in his lower abdomen, so full that its sides were beginning to tear. He twisted his legs and, rather than taking his belt apart like he’d WANTED to, he instead just started to tug at it, trying to draw it further way from his sore middle. ‘This is silly,’ Dwight thought. ‘I have to go so bad! I need to do it now! Right now!’ He tried to will himself to take his clothing apart for a much, MUCH needed piss, but his hands just wouldn’t cooperate. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to need to expose himself with Bryce there. ‘Which you’ve done HUNDREDS of times,’ Dwight reminded himself. ‘He’s not going to peek, and even if he does, he’s SEEN it before. It’s not new. What’s so different now? Just because you held hands with him while you were both mostly asleep?’ He knew that wasn’t really the problem, he knew it had more to do with what the hand-holding had made him FEEL, but he didn’t even UNDERSTAND what it had made him feel! Bryce watched Dwight turn and braced himself for a deluge of liquid that was sure to send his bladder into fits of spasming rage. Slowly, he crossed one leg over the other and allowed them to squeeze. Then, he just saw Dwight start to anxiously fiddle with his belt. He was deeply confused. “Do you need help getting it apart…?” Dwight turned back around, “Hm? No… I— Get what apart?” “Your belt…” Bryce stated. Liquid was pounding in his bladder, making his voice waver. His need was starting to pulsate harshly within his lower stomach. He tensed all his abdominal muscles, thighs quivering at a wave of need. “I thought you were about to relieve yourself…” Dwight adjusted his belt yet again, but no matter what he did it just kept applying cruel, awful pressure onto his poor bladder. “Nope,” he said. “I… Uh…” He wanted to tell Bryce he needed to go, he wanted to tell Bryce that he suddenly felt abnormally strange about exposing himself while Bryce was there… But, then he’d probably end up saying WHY. “Nope,” he said. “I don’t have to go. I’m just… Um… Itchy. My stomach itches. The belt’s in the way. That’s why I’m pulling on it so much.” “Well, I hope you’re not allergic to the new soap they’re having us use,” Bryce said. “Maybe that IS it,” Dwight said quickly, continuing to fiddle with his belt. “A—Anyway, you said Karl has always been like this?” he asked, trying to divert Bryce’s attention away from him. “Yes,” Bryce agreed. He was trying really hard to stop jiggling. Not only was his anxious movement a sure-fire way to get Dwight to notice his predicament, the squirming wasn’t helping him out at all. If anything, his fidgeting was actually making his problem WORSE. The liquid trapped within him sloshed every time he moved, sending fresh, pounding pulses of desperation through his abdomen every time the waves crashed against his trembling sphincters. “Karl likes to feel superior to everyone and I…” Bryce’s abdominal muscles tightened and his breathing hitched. “I was… I was an easy target when I was younger,” he admitted. Dwight was surprised to hear that. He crossed his legs briefly for a second, trying to appear casual about it. His belt was still straining hard over his brimming bladder. He tugged on it once more, trying to hold it out away from himself, but it always snapped back into place, right in the worst possible spot. ‘I have to go, I have to go, I have to go…’ he kept thinking. “Did Karl pick on everybody?” “Most people,” Bryce said. He tilted his head up to stare at the clouds. He didn’t want to be thinking about Karl, but the only other thing he could think of was his bladder. He knotted his legs up tight, swayed ever so slightly between his feet, and hoped Dwight wouldn’t notice. “But, me especially. I…” Bryce took off his glasses, immediately the world became clouded over, as if a sheet of plastic had been draped over his eyes. He couldn’t see the clouds anymore, and when he looked to his side he couldn’t really see Dwight, either. “I’ve had these since I was little,” Bryce said. “Well, not these exact ones, but you know what I mean. I was three when I got my first pair, and up until then I’d been unable to see. I can’t remember being a baby, but I’m pretty sure my vision was bad from birth, because I never thought to mention to my parents that I couldn’t see. I just thought everything was supposed to look blurry. So, my parents didn’t know something was wrong until they saw I was always getting this horrible migraines, sometimes they’d be so bad I couldn’t get out of bed. So, they took me in to see their physician and it turned out my headaches were caused by me trying so hard to see things all of the time and I just needed glasses. After that I was really happy for a while, because now I could see everything I’d been missing— Up until then I barely even knew what my parents actually looked like. I’d never been able to make out my own reflection. I never realized trees had leaves on them instead of big green globs.” Dwight let his thighs grind together, allowed his hips to sway and his legs to rub against one another. Bryce still hadn’t put his glasses back on, and from the sounds of it, that meant there was no way in Hell he’d be able to notice if Dwight was pee dancing. “What does that have to do with Karl?” “Well…” Bryce turned the glasses slightly, so Dwight could better see how thick the lenses were. “They weren’t THIS thick when I was a kid— I swear, my eyesight gets worse every year— but they were still pretty thick.” He slipped them back onto his face. Clarity returned to the world as a surge of need slammed into his bladder. He hopped in place a couple times and fought down a groan. “And, my hair’s always been curly,” he added. “But, back then it was more… Frizzy. And I was small, and a late bloomer. I didn’t really have any decent growth spurts until I was sixteen, and I didn’t work out when I was a real young kid or anything. So, I looked like… Well, this tiny, little puff-ball with coke-bottle glasses… And, if you were Karl, who would you go after? The kid who’s almost as big as you, or… Me?” Dwight winced and squeezed his hands into fists the second he saw Bryce put his glasses back on. He could see him again now, he had to try not to squirm so much… “I was bullied some as a kid, too,” he informed. “I guess for some of the same reasons. I was small, too. But, I mean, we were ALL pretty small at the orphanage, they were trying their best but we weren’t being fed properly. But, I was still the littlest one. And since I never put up a fight, I guess I was easy.” “But… You had Paulson, didn’t you?” Bryce filled in. “He’s told me… Some of the things he did for you.” There was something in Bryce’s voice, a raspy quality, almost choked. Like he was trying not to… No. He didn’t cry. He didn’t have to TRY not to cry, because he just didn’t DO it. “Yes,” Dwight agreed. “Kenneth… The first time I ever saw… ‘That’ side of him, the anger; It was when one of my bullies was picking on me. Kenneth just… Something came over him. He tackled this kid and made sure he’d never bother me again.” Bryce looked down at his feet. He saw the way they were fidgeting, stomping hard into the dirt. He didn’t know if he really wanted to continue this conversation, fearful he was about to spiral into a place he never wanted to go, but the only other thing he had to focus his attention on was the sheer need to let go of all the urine sloshing within him. “I never had anybody stand up for me like that,” he admitted. “My parents did, sort of. But, they couldn’t go to school with me. Every time they tried to help, by telling my teacher or Karl’s parents, Karl just got angrier at me. It just got worse. So I stopped telling them anything and pretended I was okay.” “I’m sorry,” Dwight said. “But… Oh, Kenneth eventually stood up to Karl for you just like he stood up to my bullies, right?” Bryce froze, and then there was… So much pressure. So much liquid screaming for release. From BOTH ends of his body. His bladder shuddered and sent horrifically painful signals down his length, threatening to let loose a little spurt if he wasn’t careful. The backs of his eyes burned and throbbed, tears pricking right at their corners. But Bryce didn’t cry, and Bryce could hold his pee. He was in control. His body wasn’t. It wasn’t. “Y—Yeah…” Bryce managed. “He did. E—Even if it ended bad for him in the end, h—he…” Bryce couldn’t finish his sentence. Kenneth had gone through Hell at the party the other night. Kenneth had endured a full bladder through a very long walk. Kenneth had been subjected to unimaginable pain under Karl’s hand. Kenneth had wet himself in public. Kenneth had gotten sick… Kenneth had done all those things, ultimately, because he’d CHOSEN to stand up for Bryce. Bryce reached up and rubbed beneath his eyes frantically, “Ah— God, something— Something is in the air today. My allergies… Y—You know I have a lot of allergies,” he said. “I…” Dear God, what was happening to him? Why was he admitting to all these things? Why was he FEELING all these things? This wasn’t supposed to happen to him! Dwight turned away again, and Bryce fought not to roll his eyes as he assumed the other was about to piss right when they were in the middle of… Whatever the Hell this was. But, once again, Bryce’s expectations were proven false when he DIDN’T hear a zipper being pulled down. He DID hear Dwight mumbling, however. His voice was incredibly soft, but Bryce had always had better hearing than most people— Like God had given him impeccable ears as a consolation prize to make up for his abysmal vision. So, even if Dwight was whispering, Bryce could easily make out what he was saying, that being “I need to go… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna burst…” Which wasn’t exactly a shock to Bryce, but he didn’t understand WHY Dwight wasn’t peeing. Not that he was really going to complain about it. He really, REALLY didn’t want to have to stand there and hold it while Dwight urinated. So, if he wanted to hold it for some reason, Bryce wasn’t going to stop him… Even if that whimpering WAS making him feel a little bad. Dwight managed to quiet himself down a little bit after a moment. He hoped Bryce hadn’t heard him chanting like that— It was just so hard to stay silent when his bladder was being so agonizingly loud! Every scream from his bladder filled his chest and throat with horrid, massive pulses of pure need. ‘I have to goooo,’ he thought miserably. ‘Come on! Just do it! You’ve done it so many times! Why are you so nervous?!’ But, of course, Dwight KNEW why he was so nervous. He just didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t even want to let those thoughts enter into his head, because then he’d have to confront them. He had to endure this, even as his bladder shouted and yelled that he had to empty it NOW. When he looked back, Bryce was staring at him and his body went tense with embarrassment— Which made all the muscles around his bladder pull taut and squeeze it just as ferociously as his belt already was. “Smith— Um— Dwight… Are you alright?” Bryce asked him. Dwight waited a moment, anticipating the requisite “Not that I care!” which Bryce was sure to tack onto the end of the sentence. It didn’t come… “Um… H—How much longer until my break?” Dwight asked. “I am… Hungry,” he decided. Bryce looked at his watch, his bladder crunched in with dismay as he said “About two more hours…” ‘Two more hours…’ Dwight repeated to himself. ‘How the Hell does Kenneth last until his break every, single day!? I’m going to burst!’ The thought of the wait ahead of him stretched out into an endless sea of desperation, his bladder spasmed hard and a pulse of urgency flared at the base of his cock just before a tiny spurt emerged into his boxers. He bent forward at the waist, panicked as he grabbed at himself for a second. Ohhh, he had to go! He stemmed the leak, but the rest still wanted out so badly! Oh God, Oh God… “Dwight…” Bryce said. And again, he asked “Are you alright?” “F—Fine,” Dwight said, his voice hoarse. He couldn’t tell Bryce he had to go, then he’d have to tell Bryce why he didn’t WANT to do it in front of him, and then he may even have to… To name the feeling! He couldn’t pee in front of Bryce, and he couldn’t tell Bryce why, which meant he just couldn’t pee. But, his bladder was searingly full, a harsh edgy tension right at the cusp of his opening, screaming at him that he couldn’t NOT pee, either. The stress ignited a blaze of burning, furious desperation that was like a fiery coal being pressed into his lower stomach, much more intense than his bladder could tolerate in that moment. An angry blast of pee shoved its way past his defenses, a warm rush flowing down his length and trickling shamefully into his boxers. With a panicked grunt, Dwight stuffed a hand into his pocket to squeeze his cock and stem the flow once more. His hips trembled, his legs twitched. He had to go so badly that his eyes were welling up! He couldn’t get a decent enough grip through the fabric of his pocket, and yet another jet of pee spritzed into his boxers, his crotch now feeling warm and sodden as he kept grinding his thighs together. He panicked and gripped himself properly and openly. His bladder throbbed at the hot dampness teasing the tip of his penis, dying to spray out everything else it still had inside. “Nnnh…” he groaned out, squeezing away like he’d been dying to for so long, clenching and clutching and bouncing. Bryce stared at Dwight’s obvious pee-dancing, confusion swirling inside him and mixing with the desperation flaring through his lower half. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see Dwight GO while he was trying hard not to let himself do the same, but watching someone else fidget and writhe like that wasn’t helpful, either. Keeping his eyes on Dwight guaranteed that the only thoughts in his head were related to urinating, and to needing to do so very badly— And Bryce DIDN’T need to urinate very badly! He could hold it! He just… Really, really, really WANTED to urinate right now. That was completely different! An order was on Bryce’s lips, he knew he was supposed to command Dwight to hold still right now. He knew he was supposed to bark at him to keep his hands by his sides, his shoulders back, his legs apart… He knew he was supposed to demand that Dwight stand PROPERLY. He WANTED to yell at Dwight to stop moving around like that, because all that squirming was so annoying! It was enough to make Bryce tap his feet, enough to make him wriggle his hips, enough to make him yearn to grab his own crotch and double over as his bladder sent him urgent pang after urgent pang! But, Bryce found he was having an unusual amount of trouble yelling at Dwight right now. After everything he’d just told the other, it was hard to start shouting at him. So, instead of yelling, he softly asked; “Is there a reason that you don’t wanna piss in front of me all of the sudden?” Even if Bryce hadn’t just ordered Dwight to go still, his words got him to do so anyway. Dwight suddenly froze in place. He straightened out a little as well, standing fully upright instead of folding over on himself as if he was trying to cradle his poor bladder. He didn’t release his hand from his dick, though. That would be too much for him to take. “I— Huh?” “Normally you just whip it out and go,” Bryce reminded. “Sometimes you don’t even bother with giving me a warning or turning around first.” Many times, Dwight had just unzipped and let it flow without saying a word about it. Hell, if he and Bryce were mid-conversation, he’d just pull himself out and start pissing without so much as a break in his sentence. Dwight would be completely oblivious to Bryce’s blushing and the uncomfortable way his eyes would shift, unsure of what to look at after Dwight had just randomly exposed his cock. The memories of those instances were the last things Bryce’s bladder needed now… The image of Dwight casually letting go without a care in the world, his stream noisily hissing away as he babbled on about whatever nonsense he’d been talking to Bryce about. It got all the liquid Bryce was holding onto now to start sloshing closer and closer against his spasming urethra. He didn’t want to see Dwight put on a repeat performance of all that right now, but Dwight was drenched in sweat in spite of the cool temperature and the fact that he’d barely moved for the last hour and a half. “Wh—What’s the problem today?” Bryce forced himself to ask. “N—Nothing,” Dwight said. “There’s no problem. I just… Haven’t needed to go yet today, that’s all.” “You were kinda mumbling about it earlier…” “No, I was… Saying something else. I forget what. You must have misheard,” Dwight insisted. “I don’t have to go. Why? Do you have to pee? Did you wanna go together, or something?” He thought maybe his weird, confusing feels wouldn’t be as bad if they were BOTH peeing. Bryce blushed hard and turned away. Could Dwight tell that he… Really WANTED to take a leak right now? He’d been trying SO hard not to let it be obvious! “Of course not,” he said. “I don’t have to pee, and why would I want to go WITH someone?” He shrugged. “I was only asking because you keep grabbing yourself.” Dwight was STILL grabbing himself, he couldn’t deny that. He also couldn’t deny that, in spite of how TIGHTLY he was grabbing himself, it wasn’t doing very much beyond getting his fingers wet as more urine trickled out of him every few minutes. His boxers felt heavy and sodden now, and the crotch of his pants felt pretty damp as well. He was losing the battle, but he was losing it very, very slowly. “I told you earlier, I’m really itchy,” Dwight said. “Um… Everywhere.” Bryce screwed up his face. “Well, in that case, could you TRY not to scratch… THERE when you’re around other people?” Dwight blushed, “I’ll try.” And, he did. He tried his best to let go of his dick, but even easing up on his grip prompted a long, hot jet of piss to pump down his shaft and hiss into his boxers. He was peeing! He squeezed back down hard, and with a great deal of difficulty, he managed to stop the flood. It was brutal and painful, and it took every ounce of his strength to shut off his stream and keep the rest of his burden at bay. He could feel warm liquid trailing down his leg and he doubled over. Panicked, he looked up towards Bryce— His last leak had been audible and he hoped the other man hadn’t heard it. Bryce HAD heard it, of course. He’d heard every drop of Dwight’s quick, little spill as it had sprayed against the material of his clothes. Nothing was worse for Bryce’s bladder than the sound of flowing liquid— And when that flowing liquid was PEE it was the absolute worst thing imaginable for him! Just as Dwight got ahold of himself and plugged up his latest leak, Bryce’s first loss of control tore out of him. A horrific spasm punched through his bladder, Bryce ground his teeth together so hard he heard them scraping, he writhed, thighs tensing enough to start cramping and his back arched with pain. Suddenly, his bladder felt like a water balloon that was being smashed with a sledge-hammer, a sudden burst of pressure so intense that he almost yelped. Then, there was a sharp pinch at his opening, followed by a splash of piss pooling hot around his crotch. “Ah—!” he gasped out, crossing his legs and fighting against his natural urge to hold himself. Nothing else came out of his bladder, but the shaft of his dick was burning and his urethra stung… Dwight was so caught up in his own desperation that Bryce’s didn’t register to him. Dwight’s middle felt like an over-ripe watermelon that was about to split wide open. The pain of shutting off that last leak had been like sending a torch up through his body. He tried to stand up further, but stretching out even a little got the urine inside him moving, rushing down, down, down against his overworked muscles, and drawing another long spurt through his piss hole, re-wetting his boxers which hadn’t even had a full minute to dry off from his last spill. “Nnnh!” he moaned, he clamped off his flow yet again, but it was torturous. 
 ‘Just PEE, you idiot!’ Bryce thought with irritation. If Dwight just STOPPED moving like that, if he STOPPED filling Bryce’s brain with the power of suggestion, then Bryce would be FINE. He wouldn’t want to go so much anymore! Being forced to watch Dwight lose it like that was making Bryce feel like… Like… Ah, like maybe he didn’t just WANT to pee after all! Maybe he… Maybe he actually really, really NEEDED to pee! Maybe he really, really needed to pee right NOW! His bladder certainly agreed with THAT idea, and just to punish Bryce for taking so long to admit that to himself, it convulsed and ejected a thick, warm stream down his leg that was utterly PAINFUL to cut off. Bryce took a few steadying breaths, but everything hurt so bad now that he COULDN’T calm down. He was so out of his mind from the need that he even considered DELIBERATELY letting a little more out into his pants to relieve some of the pressure so that he could hopefully last until his break. But, he knew better than to go through with that plan. He knew that if he gave his bladder permission to empty— Even just a tiny bit— He wouldn’t be able to wrench control back again. He’d drench himself totally if he offered his body even the briefest respite, so he had to hold it ALL. Which now meant that he had to HOLD himself, he blushed with shame as his hand made contact with his groin, but he couldn’t help it! If he didn’t have some kind of cork down there to plug himself closed, he was going to burst! Besides, Dwight was too preoccupied to notice where Bryce’s hand went, anyway! Dwight was squeezing himself with BOTH hands now, but even with the extra reinforcement kneading against his crotch, it didn’t feel like enough. ‘I have to go!’ he mentally whined. ‘I can’t hold it! I need to go! I need to pee! I need to go so bad! I can’t wait! I’m gonna burst! I need to pee! Please, please, please, I need to go right now! Please!’ He was pleading with HIMSELF. He knew he was being utterly ridiculous! He’d peed in front of Bryce SO many times. Bryce had SEEN his dick before, sometimes without even any warning that it was about to be pulled out. Bryce had seen his ass before too, that morning in the woods. Bryce had seen him shirtless. Bryce KNEW what Dwight looked like naked, he had NOTHING to hide from him, no reason to feel so self-conscious and bashful! ‘Just because you held his hand,’ Dwight thought. ‘You’d touched his hand before that night. Why does it matter that you did it again? Just because cuddling with two people that you care a lot about made you feel… Really funny, that’s no reason to break your bladder. Just go right here, like you always do!’ He reached for his belt again, then panicked and returned his hands to his crotch instead. Bryce continued to watch as Dwight writhed and trembled, every squirm from the other man sent his bladder into needy convulsions and made his legs twist together even tighter against the massive flood that kept threatening to blast out like a waterfall at any second. Another spurt dribbled from his tip, and he was no longer sure if the dampness he felt around his thighs was made of sweat or of urine. He looked at his watch, half an hour until their break, and he was getting very scared that he wouldn’t make it. His bladder HURT now, it was engorged and on fire, filled with stinging misery. “Dwight…?” Bryce asked. “Are y—you sure you don’t have to go?” “I’m sure…” Dwight muttered, aware of how ridiculous his claim was. His leaks were getting longer, happening much more frequently, and becoming even harder to stop. Every time he forced his flow to cease, the sensation of his relief being taken away would be so painful that he’d inevitably start trickling again a moment later. “B… Because…” Bryce continued. There was a feeling of pulling inside him, all throughout his body. There was the feeling of his urine being pulled down towards his exit, of course. But, there was another pulling inside his chest, one that confused him and somehow hurt even worse than the desperate, urgent pulling inside his abdomen. “Um… If YOU have to pee… There’s about th—thirty minutes now until our break, and… Um… I don’t know if I can… I probably can’t hold it that long. I… I… I need to pee. I need to pee really, really bad.” Dwight looked up to stare at him, shocked that Bryce would admit that he NEEDED to pee, instead of just saying that he WANTED to. Shocked that Bryce would admit that he needed to do it so badly that he didn’t think he could hold it anymore! “You—“ “And… It REALLY looks like you have to go, too,” Bryce added. “I don’t understand. Why haven’t you just… Done it, like you usually do?” Dwight winced and looked away. “B—Because it feels… Weird.” Bryce couldn’t tell Dwight that it SHOULDN’T have felt weird. As far as he was concerned, Dwight’s habit of taking his dick out and pissing without even thinking about finding a private spot, telling whoever he was with that he was about to go, or pausing in conversation first WAS really weird. Bryce just thought it was pretty LATE for Dwight to suddenly be feeling that way about it himself. “You do it all the time, though,” he pointed out. “Hell, sometimes I worry about standing too close to you when we’re outside because I never know when you’re gonna start peeing everywhere.” That last part was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. “It feels weird NOW,” Dwight said. “B—Because of…” “Were you… Did you wake up when we were holding hands, too?” Bryce guessed. “Did THAT make you feel strange?” “Yes…” Dwight admitted. “You noticed, too?” “I did,” Bryce said. “It made me feel… Um, did it make you feel good or bad?” “… Good,” Dwight said. “Especially because…” “Because Kenneth was between us…?” Dwight went still for the first time in ages. “I heard you and Kenneth in the restroom that night,” Bryce said. “Heard you… Saying that you loved each—“ “Bryce, please—“ “Dwight, it’s okay,” Bryce said. “I promise. I won’t tell anybody. Even if you both really tick me off someday, I still won’t tell. I—“ he felt a drop of urine beading on his tip. “I— I won’t tell,” he repeated. “I just— Ah— I have to go so bad!” “So do I!” Dwight nodded frantically. “I’m gonna burst! I’ll DIE if I don’t go!” There, that was more like what Bryce was used to; Dwight vocally gasping out his desperate need for relief, not denying that he was seconds away from exploding… But, he still wasn’t ACTUALLY going like Bryce expected. “And, it’s fine that you liked holding my hand,” he added. “I… Okay, I… Didn’t mind it, either. It shouldn’t make you f—feel weird about peeing around me. You piss around Kenneth, don't you?” “Of course I do,” Dwight said. “Okay, so can you go now?” Bryce stomped his feet. “Can WE go? I’m… I’m absolutely bursting.” “You want to go together?” Dwight guessed. “Well… I guess. Not like I can wait for you to finish right now,” Bryce said, but his tone wasn’t as reluctant as his words were. “Ah— Gotta…” he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped, he parted his legs and aimed into the dirt, a few dribbles beading up from his tip and slowly flowing down as he fought to keep holding on. “Hur—Hurry,” Bryce pleaded. “It’s about to come out!” As if to agree with him, an eager burst of urine splashed against the ground. “Hurry!” he repeated. Dwight WAS hurrying, he needed to go so badly that seeing Bryce lose control of those little spurts was almost too much for him! He unzipped and stood beside Bryce, finally relaxing his aching muscles and allowing the ocean trapped inside of him to blast out in a highly pressurized spray. “Mmmmm…” he hummed blissfully through his nose. “Better…” Bryce let go as well, and immediately the sensations taking place within him were something that went beyond mere relief. It was bliss, it was wonderful, it was amazing, it was just… So, so good. His eyes shut a little and his lips parted as he panted with pure, utter contentment. “Ah—Ah— Ahhhhhhh….” his swollen, firm bladder finally started to shrink as his desperation started to replace itself with comfortable emptiness. After a few more seconds of simply urinating in relative silence, Dwight flinched as he recalled a part of their conversation. “Y—You heard… You heard Kenneth and I—“ “Hahhh,” Bryce moaned, trying to catch his breath so he could respond. He usually detested having a conversation while he urinated, but this was too important. “I already said, I’m not telling anyone. I PROMISE. You don’t have to worry.” “And… You liked holding my hand?” Dwight asked, shivering slightly as his body continued to eject each and every drop of liquid it had within it. “I didn’t MIND it,” Bryce corrected. He was a little surprised by how talking like this hadn’t interrupted his flow. Usually, trying to speak and pee at the same time didn’t work so well for him, he’d lose concentration and start subconsciously holding it again. Not this time though. Maybe he’d just needed to piss so badly today that he didn’t HAVE to concentrate on getting it out. “I didn’t MIND it,” he repeated. “Like… Like holding onto Kenneth. I didn’t MIND it, but I… I definitely didn’t ENJOY it, or anything.” Dwight went quiet for a second, continuing to enjoy his release. Wow, he’d really, REALLY needed this one. He hadn’t had to pee THAT bad since the day he’d tried to make himself wait until after Kenneth peed… Because he’d gotten jealous over Bryce cuddling him after a nightmare. He still really wished Kenneth had gotten HIM up for that, then HE could have been the one to hold him… Or BOTH of them could have— No. Stop it. Those thoughts were too confusing! He needed to get rid of them! “Bryce…” Dwight began. Bryce sighed, but it sounded more irritated than relieved. “Dwight. I’m trying to GO, remember?” “Doesn’t look like you’re having any trouble,” Dwight said. “You’re managing.” “Ah, no, don’t look!” Bryce scolded. Then, for reasons he couldn’t understand, HE immediately broke his own rule when his eyes flicked over to Dwight’s cock and the stream jetting out of it. “And it’s just…” Dwight continued. “You mean it? You’re not… Mad about Kenneth and I? You were okay with the… The hand thing, and holding Kenneth, and—“ “It’s FINE,” Bryce emphasized. “I promise. I can… I can PROVE it, too. I’m going to… Tell you something.” He felt his stream starting to taper off, his bladder just about drained. “It’s just… Look, you can’t tell ANYBODY about this. Ever,” Bryce said seriously. “Not even Paulson, you have to promise me.” “O—Okay, I promise.” Dwight assured, he pushed down on his pelvic muscles a bit, releasing the final few spurts from his bladder before zipping up. “Good,” Bryce took several steadying breaths as he too finished peeing— A massive shiver ripping up his spine once the last of his burden was gone. He zipped his pants and awkwardly fiddled with his glasses. “It’s… Okay. I… Sometimes I go to… This one place in town, it’s sort of like a secret club. People go there to… Explore things that they can’t other places,” he was unsure how much to share about that club. He had no intention of telling Dwight— Or anyone outside the club for that matter— that he enjoyed the feeling of submitting all control to another person, that he liked being tied down, immobilized and toyed with using clamps, whips and paddles. Dwight most definitely did not need to know about THAT. “What kind of stuff?” “Um…” Bryce lowered his voice to almost a whisper. “Lots of things. Things that would be frowned on outside. Casual… Experimentation, I suppose is what you’d call it. Nothing serious just… Exploration. I generally am with a woman when I go there, sometimes multiple at once… I have… I have been with men a couple times as well, and sometimes I have been with both at the same time.” Dwight couldn’t believe his ears. He struggled to imagine the tight-laced, rule-enforcing man engaging in activities like the ones he was describing. “What?!” “You can’t tell ANYBODY,” Bryce emphasized. “And, I’m not telling you where this club is, a lot of people will be in a lot of trouble if—“ “It’s okay, Bryce,” Dwight said. “I don’t care what you do for fun. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I thought you liked Elizabeth.” Bryce blushed. “I do,” he admitted. “I really do. Like I said, the stuff at the club, it’s all just casual, it’s not like having a relationship. It’s just meant to be a place to enjoy yourself and forget about things for a few hours before you have to go back to your regular life. Half the people there probably don’t even use their real names— I know I don’t.” “So, you like men?” Dwight asked. “Shhhh!” Bryce hissed, even though no one was around to overhear. “I— I don’t know if I’d call it that. Most of the times I was with a man, I’d been… Wanting to try something, and the other people interested were men, so that’s who I went with. Like I said, mostly I always end up with women.” “But, did you… Feel anything for the men?” Dwight asked. Bryce blushed and looked away. “Wh—Why does that matter?” “I’m sorry, I’m just sort of confused because I see people that I think are good looking, and sometimes they’re men and sometimes they’re women, and I like Kenneth more than I’ve ever liked anybo—“ “I—I’ve found some of the men there… Interesting, yes,” Bryce muttered. “And the women,” he added quickly. “A—And… Um… There was this one… Other person there…” “Someone you liked more than casually?” “No, that’s not it…” Bryce ran a hand through his hair, unsure of how to explain this. “They were… I’ve seen them there a few times. The first time, they were in a dress so I thought ‘that’s a woman’, but their hair was so short, it made me think ‘man’. The next time, they were wearing a suit, so I thought ‘man’, but they had on a lot of make-up; lipstick, eye-liner, like a woman. I’m not sure what they are.” “What’s their name?” Dwight asked. He’d never seen anyone and been unable to guess if they were a boy or a girl before, he HAD gotten it wrong a couple times in the past and realized it once he’d heard the person’s name, though. “They said it was just ‘V’,” Bryce said. “And that didn’t help. Like I told you, lots of people there don’t use their real names. I actually asked once if they were a man or a woman, and they just said ‘I’m an experience.’ So, I have no idea what that meant, but whatever they are, I think they’re… Really good-looking and interesting.” “Have you… Done anything with them?” “Once,” Bryce said. “V left their clothes on the whole time, they said that’s a rule for being with them— Oh, at the club, everybody kind of lists out rules they have, so if there’s something you absolutely NEVER want to try, everyone will know not to ask. And getting naked is the only thing V says ‘no’ to.” “You go there all the time?” “I try to go at least once a month if there’s time,” Bryce said. “It’s hard to get a chance to, though. And, I need to be really careful going in and coming out, in case it’s ever discovered I don’t want anyone to be able to say that I was in there… So, that’s why you really can’t tell anybody about this.” “I won’t tell anyone,” Dwight said. “Promise.” 
“Okay,” Bryce nodded. “So, see? We both have big secrets. I trust you to keep mine, so you can trust me to keep yours, right?” Their break came a few minutes later and, surprisingly, they spent it together, continuing to talk. For the remainder of the day, Dwight didn’t shy away from peeing in front of Bryce. Sometimes, Bryce even went alongside him. Both were far more comfortable in so many ways. That night, Bryce struggled a bit to fall asleep. Because, he actually had a couple more ‘big secrets’ that he HADN’T told Dwight about today. He’d admitted that he hadn’t minded cuddling with Kenneth in bed, and that hadn’t been a lie. He’d LOVED it. And, when he’d talked to Dwight about the hand-holding, he’d made it sound like he too had just woken up and found their hands entwined— And he was grateful that his bladder had been so full when he’d said it, otherwise he may have struggled to keep a straight face. Because, Bryce’s hand hadn’t joined Dwight’s purely by accident while they’d slept. Bryce had grasped it deliberately, and then hadn’t wanted to let it go.
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  22. Have always wanted to post here but been too nervous until now. But last month I wet myself for the first time outside my house and it was one of the best experiences of my life. I had booked a cabin for the weekend to celebrate graduating with my girlfrend. she isn't into wetting but never shames me for it, just doesn't really indulge (although she did once, story for another time...) it was the last night at the cabin and she had gone to bed while i waited for the fire to die down. it took longer than i expected. i'd had a few cocktails and at this point was starting to need to pee. i was waiting and waiting for the embers to go out but i started to get really desperate. i squirmed a little as i felt a wave hit me and almost lost control. i grabbed my crotch, considering going in but still wanting to keep an eye on the wind and the ash. i wished i could just let a little bit out to take some of the pressure off. but then i thought... why shouldn't i let a little out? i was in the middle of nowhere, i was in my boxers but i had more inside. what would be so bad about just a little leak? slowly, butterflies in my stomach, i began to unclench. a tiny dribble formed in my pants and my dick throbbed as a thrill rushed over me. i looked around and as the next wave of pee asked to be released... i didn't stop it. i was peeing my pants, full force now. i couldn't believe it. i let out a moan as i got wetter and wetter. the sound of the pee trickling off the chair onto the dirt below made me swell, and i started to get hard as i continued to let it all out into my now soaking underwear. suddenly, a porch light went on in the cabin across the way. i don't think she noticed, but for a split second i made eye contact with the woman as she walked to her car, who smiled briefly at me as i flooded myself, too scared to move. by the time she'd driven off, i was soaked. i couldn't take it anymore. i reached into my pants and stroked myself, dick glistening with pee. in seconds, i exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms i've ever experienced. i laid on the ground under the stars for a good hour, running my finger over the wet fabric. some time later, i felt a slight urge to pee again and let the trickle out naturally and without even thinking about it, slipping my hand in my waistband to feel the warmth. i finally had a shower and headed inside, the fire safely extinguished and my unplanned ecstasy achieved.
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  23. HJ-060

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    HJ-060 - Unbearable pissing of a nude model 2 1/2 Enjoy
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  24. So many female icons everywhere 😠 I just wanna see bois pee pants 😠 Me want male omorashi 😭 Thanks for coming to my rant
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  25. Before Covid I went to a "happy place" and was in line for a log ride which is based on a movie that isn't fondly remembered in modern society. I spotted a woman near the front of the line in a yellow floral dress who appeared to be VERY far along in a pregnancy arguing with who I assume was the father. They were about to get on the ride, and I saw her look him in the eyes and say "I have to pee, I've been holding it!" in a serious tone. It sounded like she wanted to leave but he still wanted her to ride. I'm not sure what the outcome was because I lost sight of them getting on myself. I'm not going to lie I did find her attractive and would have loved to watch her struggle under normal circumstances, but the idea of her going on that ride in her condition made me worry about her. Not only because she might wet herself involuntarily and I tend to prefer 'just made it' scenarios, but if her sphincter didn't release then she could have that 7-8 month pregnant belly bouncing on her bladder hard enough to cause an injury. I hope she made it out of there ok... Anyone else have moments where it stops being fun because you're genuinely worried about the other person's health and safety?
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    Back with more uploads! I just love this model. Her messing is genuine and she has such a fun attitude. Hope you enjoy!
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  27. Sunday is yard work day. it’s over 90 outside and I’m already regretting my choice of tight black bike shirt and a red short sleeve. I’m hydrated, taking swigs out of a gallon jug near my feet. then the urge to pre hits me. But I’m more than half way done, there are about 3 more feet of weeds until the side walk and I am determined to finish. So I sit down on my kneeling pad and begin plucking tender green roots from between the gravel. 10 minutes go by, the urge to pee has passed and in another foot closer to being finished. I scoot the pad closer to the sidewalk and kneel down to adjust my tools. a wave of pressure hits my bladder like a ton of bricks, it’s nearly uncontrollable as I freeze and clench desperately. Then it passes and I crumple to the earth shaking. I decide to stay seated and hurry to finish up, I foolishly assume that the worst is over and my bladder can hold on for another 10 minutes… I’m hurting a little now, but stubbornly keep plucking at the weeds. I rationalize with my bladder: if i let out a little pee then it won’t be so bad, I can finish, put everything away and run inside… so I sit still, spread my legs a little bit and let a trickle escape. it’s barely noticeable thank god so I let out another gush and realize that my shorts are starting to change a dark, wet black at my crotch. that definitely helps I quickly finish, put everything back in the garage and make a mad dash to the bathroom. here is the video of me trying to control myself and failing before I even reach the toilet !! IMG_7423.MOV
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  28. Hi everyone! I read a story on here a little while back about a girl needing to pee on a hike, and it reminded me of some pee experiences I had when I did my gold Duke Of Edinburgh expedition. (For non British people, it's basically a 3 day hike in a group of about 5 people from school or college, and in my case it was when I was 18). I'll share one of mine but I'd really love to read about other girls' experiences too if anyone has any! I'm curious to see how other girls coped with the pee situation on their trips. It doesn't even need to be a duke of Edinburgh trip, it can be any outdoor hike or camping with friends. So part of the expedition I did involved "wild camping" for a few of the nights. That basically means you have to sleep in a tent but not on a campsite. I was with 4 other girls and on our second night, we were camping in a field without any toilets nearby. Obviously we needed to empty our bladders after a long hike, so 2 of us went together into a patch of bushes and trees nearby to pee. We were close friends and had seen each other naked lots of times before, so that between wasn't an issue thankfully! We reached a small clearing in the middle of the trees and decided we'd pee on the ground there. Unfortunately, the ground had a lot of spiky and thorny plants covering it which meant we didn't want to squat down to pee for obvious reasons. We could have done that sitting squat style but after a long day of walking I don't think our knees were up for it! We had a good backup option though - standing up! I'd done it loads of times before, and my friend knew the method too (I may or may not have been responsible for teaching her it on a sleepover a few years before 😉). The field was on a hill, so we stood side by side facing downhill and there was probably a metre or two between us, enough to give us a little privacy and stop us accidentally spraying each other! When we were ready, we pulled our shorts to the side against our legs and peed. I'll admit, it was a little awkward at the start since both of us took a while to get the pee flowing. But eventually we managed it and both successfully peed standing up, and neither of us got any clothes wet. Mission accomplished! When we went back to the rest of our group, we told them about the spot we'd found so they could use it too. I'm not sure they knew the standing method though and it makes me cringe at the thought of them squatting over those thorns! Hope you enjoyed! It's definitely one of my most exciting pee experiences and I'll happily answer any questions about it. (Though not the location or anything for privacy reasons). I'm looking forward to hearing if anyone else had similar experiences!
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  29. This is what happens after you have 37+ glasses of wine. Don't drink, kids!
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  30. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 6 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 6 - My second errand The limo took me to a part of town I did not know very well. We pulled in front of a sex shop. I had only been to one of these shops once before and that was a long time ago with some girlfriends when we were looking for gag gifts for a party. I was embarrassed then, but going into a sex shop alone was too much for me to handle. Tom again opened the panel and handed me the next envelope with instructions. The outside of the envelope said to not open it and to give the envelope to a woman named Amy. Tom opened the car door and led me to the shop's door. I told him I couldn't go in, but he just held the door and I finally entered. The shop was much as I expected, but I was embarrassed nonetheless. I asked for Amy and the lady said she was Amy. I handed her the envelope. Amy read the note and said, "Follow me." She took me to the rear of the store where there was a rack of rubber and plastic clothing. Amy then said, "Your note says that you need 3 new pairs of baby-style, plastic pants." I know that I was as red as an apple when I heard her words. My once private life with Chris was now being shared, and I was feeling humiliated. Amy handed me a pair of clear plastic pants and said, "Go back into our dressing room and slip these on, so I know your size." I couldn't speak and took the plastic pants and went back to the dressing room. If Chris could see me now, he would know his plan was working perfectly as I can't remember ever being so humiliated. In the privacy of the dressing room, I took off my boots and stepped into the plastic pants one leg at a time. I proceeded to pull them up my legs, and they felt funny as I pulled them all the way up to my waist. They felt strange because I didn't have any underwear or diaper on underneath the plastic pants. I had never felt just plastic pants on my body. Strangely, it sent a sexual rush through my body. Still in the privacy of my dressing room, I lifted my leather skirt to see how I looked in the full length mirror. I was trying to see if the plastic pants fit OK when suddenly the curtain to my dressing room swung open. Amy said, "Come on out, so I can get a better look at you." I just stood there, so Amy grabbed my hand and pulled me out like I was a little child. We were in the back of the store, but at the current time we had not drawn the attention of other customers. "Turn around and face the mirror." she said with authority. With my back to Amy, I felt her hand reach for the zipper at the back of my leather skirt. She pulled down the zipper before I could pull away or protest. My skirt dropped to the floor in an instant. I tried to cover up my plastic pants, but Amy wouldn't have any of that. She instructed me to hold my hands out and slowly turn, so she could see me in the plastic pants. I was convinced that this was just to add to my embarrassment. It was working! It dawned on me that the plastic I was wearing was clear and hugging my skin. Amy took a close look at me and said, "These plastic panties look very good on you." "You can see your female form through the plastic and I believe that your man will find that sexy... I know I do." She then asked me, "Will you be wearing diapers under the plastic pants?" I was too embarrassed to answer. She repeated the question. "Yes, I suppose so," I responded. "Very well," she replied. "Let me see if there is enough room in the plastic pants to accommodate a thick diaper." She pulled at the plastic crotch to see if there was room for a diaper. "I think these will work just fine with a diaper." She then proceeded to pull the surrounding elastic of my thighs to show me the quality of the pants. This all was too much for me and I asked to buy the pants so that I could speed up the process. A man walked around the corner and saw the two of us. While Amy was standing with me, the man's eyes were very obviously staring at me. Amy had a firm grasp of my hand so my instinct to head for the dressing room was curtailed. Amy then asked the customer, "Would you mind providing an opinion?" "Sure he said." Inside I was dying. "Do you think she looks sexy in these plastic panties?" The man answered in the affirmative, and he had a huge smile on his face (something else was probably huge too). "One more question sir," she said. "Could you help us select two other plastic panties for our shopper in this same size?" The man was more than glad to assist. He selected more than two pairs and said he liked all 5 of the ones he selected. I didn't even look at them, but took them from his hand, grabbed my skirt from the floor, and rushed into the changing room. I went immediately to pay for my new plastic pants and ran out the door. Amy called out and told me that she needed to fill out my evaluation. So that is what Chris was doing. These people were reporting back to Chris. I could have choked Chris. Amy filled something out, sealed it, and I went back to the waiting limo. Safely in the car I cried from embarrassment. I gathered myself and tried to handle the mix of emotions I was feeling. Was I mad, humiliated, or sexually charged? I was a little of everything, but most of all, I was worried about my next stop. To be continued...........
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  31. I'm not even going to start on the campsite porta potties 🤦
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  32. Can you provide more information as to what you are looking for? DLSL-450 doesn't appear to exist on the Jade video website. Also did you tag this topic as male by accident?
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  33. if I can manage my time well the game will be ready in 1 month 😄 actually the model of the map is finish but i want to create new rooms
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  34. Great idea for a topic! For me it's coloring, certain foods (PJ & J, cheese toast, candy), Disney princess movies, and a few other things. They are just so cozy in a profound way that is super hard to describe. When I get into little space, I love wearing PJs and a diaper, usually a Goodnite. Onesies are my favorite PJs, especially my Totoro one.
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  36. As promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it! Here's part 1 if you haven't read it. "You can go to the bathroom anytime you want —" I leered at him He gave a chuckle and smiled at me "— as long as you go to the bathroom in your pants." The waitress arrived with the next round of beers. "No peeing unless it's in your pants. You know I'm getting horny just saying this. Fuck!" "Jeez, chill out!" he shushed me. "They can hear us!" I turned around and in the boot next to us there was a group of 4 guys roughly our age, dressed in basketball gear, who may or may not have heard what we'd just said. "Yeah? Too bad." I turned back around to Mike: "It means they'll witness a 21 year old piss himself like a baby." "Shut up!!! Damn" "So... Are you gonna piss yourself or what?" "Maybe. God I'm fucking bursting." I could feel my dick throbbing inside my boxer briefs. It was the beer that gave me the courage to be so open about it. But even then, i wasn't actually convinced he was gonna do it. He had no interest in omorashi prior to going out with me. He was dressed too well. Hot Levi's, linen shirt, white Adidas... Yeah, no chance in hell he's actually gonna flood them with piss... Or... maybe? Nah. Soon after that, our glasses were empty again. The beer was starting to take a toll on my bladder too. All the more exciting. "Let's go for a walk. I'm tired of sitting." He told me. So we got up, paid, and left. I was pretty sure he would have used the bathroom before leaving, but he didn't. The sweltering heat that had accompanied us before walking in had given way to a cool night breeze. "Shit!" He said as soon as we were out of the pub. "What's wrong?" "I have to go SO fucking bad. This breeze just made it a lot worse. Fuck!" He bent over a little bit and crossed his legs, his jeans briefly outlining his sweet soft bulge. "Good God. He's been holding it since this morning. That bulge must be hiding a frickin tankful of piss", I thought to myself. "Good!" I replied. To which again he reacted by laughing and not really saying anything. My dick was hard by this point. I suggested going for a walk downtown. [Mind you, It's a small Italian town, when I say downtown i mean centro storico, where all the bars and the nightlife are. In this case, a 10 minute walk from the Pub] "Let's go back to my car a second" he said "I forgot my cigarettes in there." "Alright." We took the first turn left into the street that would take us to the parking lot, and just as we turned, he stopped again. "FFFFfffuuuuuck. I have to piss NOW. I've never had to go this bad in my life. I'm literally gonna..." "... Piss myself?" I anticipated him "... Yeah. Lol." He gave his dick a hard squeeze, crossed his legs and did a quick potty dance. A 21 year old hottie was suddenly regressing to a 5 year old kid. Beautiful. My dick was getting so hard it was becoming painful to walk. If I hadn't been wearing black pants I'm sure anyone could have seen my huge boner trying to break free from my pants. — "Come on, let's go. We'll find some dark alleyway and piss there. I kinda have to go too now." I said, still not believing I would get to see any pants wetting that night. We walked down the street to the parking lot. It was an old poorly lit cobblestone square with maybe thirty of forty cars parked inside of it. Mike had stopped moaning and complaining. He was now walking next to me like normal. We entered the parking lot and walked to his car. We were almost there when he stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around and OH MY GOD. His position. The position that means just one thing. He was standing still, legs slightly apart, head looking down at his feet. And then a wet spot appeared. He was pissing himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so aroused my legs started to shake and I had to lean on Mike's car for support. He didn't move. The wet spot got bigger and bigger in a matter of seconds. First his whole crotch, than it made its way down one of his legs. A river of piss flowed from his rolled up cuffs straight onto the cobblestone pavement, making a distinctive piss trickle noise. "Fuuuuck. I'm going. I'm pissing myself." I was too aroused to say anything, i just stood still and watched in awe. It wasn't long before his other leg got soaked too. He just wouldn't stop pissing. I reckon at least 30 seconds had passed and he was still pissing. The trickle from his pants cuffs still steady. A huge puddle forming on the cobblestones. He let out a sigh of relief as the trickle finally died down. "Aah yes. I needed that." He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes, smiling. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. My hot 21 year old sweetie pie had completely disgraced himself in front of me, in the middle of a parking lot. To be honest, i wasn't completely dry either: my boxer briefs were soaked in precum. I was ready to burst a huge creamy load in my pants. "Fuck" I moaned "I didn't think you were actually gonna piss yourself for me. I don't know what to say except this is the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Lol, I'm glad you liked it." He said. And just as he said that, I pushed him to the passenger door side of his car and furiously made out with him. I kissed him on his lips, stubble, and down on his manly neck. My hands reached down and squeezed his tiny, firm butt cheeks. They were soaked in piss. I was in heaven. I pressed my crotch into his and shot a warm creamy load right into my boxer briefs and pants. Pure bliss. Complete sexual gratification. — "Damn baby, did you pee out of your butt? Even your backside is soaked" I laughed. "I had to pee a lot. I'm soaked everywhere". Just as he said that, we heard some voices. We quickly separated and I stepped out from the line of parked cars to see what was going on. It was the basketball players that were sitting next to us in the pub. "Shit." I heard Mike complain. "Don't worry" I told him. "You just stay right where you are, they won't notice you pissed yourself. Chill." The group seemed to be walking past us when suddenly one of them saw us at us and came walking towards us. He stepped through the area where Mike had pissed himself: "Hey, you guys got a lighter? Mine just stopped working. These fucking lighters are shit." "Uhm... Yeah, here you go." Mike ran his hand inside his piss-soaked pocket and gave him his cigarette lighter. Needless to say, the lighter had a nice piss coating to it. It felt damp to the touch. The basketball guy took it without batting an eye and lit up his cigarette. He thanked Mike, gave it back to him, gave him a quick once-over and went back to his friends. When they got to their car, I noticed them looking in our direction while talking to each other. "Fuck man that was close" I said "Do you think he noticed I pissed myself? Even the lighter was wet with piss Lol" "I don't know Mike. It's not exactly common to see a 21 year old piss himself. Even though... Yeah, you do look like you pissed yourself actually." As luck would have it, we had a plastic cover in the trunk. It now makes me think Mike had deliberately decided he was going to piss himself that night no matter what. He put it on his seat to avoid ruining his car and we got it. Mike started the car, turned on the headlights and switched on the radio. "Fuck man, I got piss in my shoes too." His adidas sneakers squeaked with every bit of movement. I looked at him again. His Levi's were soaked, a giant unmistakeable piss pattern from his crotch down both of his legs. Even the seam at the bottom of his linen shirt had gotten wet. "I love you baby. You know you didn't have to do this if you didn't want to" I said "You know... I kinda liked it. I didn't remember pissing yourself felt this good."
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  37. Honestly I’m embarrassed because i did not expect to be making this post this quickly.. I tried your trick, and at first, it didn’t work! Then I stood up and suddenly I needed to go SO bad. I hopped into the shower quickly and peed my pants. I couldn’t help it. So now somebody has soaked pants underneath their favourite snowpants! Lol. So, I guess you win 🙈
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  38. So much pee, just wonderful and sexy bare feet too. no wonder you are pregnant. You sure made me cum.
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  39. You don't care who sees what at this point. You have your hand down your swimtrunks with a death grip on your penis. Rachel is bent over with her heal grinding into her vagina and Abby has both of her hands on her nipples and has her legs locked together in a death grip. As you feel another surge of urine try to escape your penis you know what you all have to do. "Listen, I know we've kind of all just met, but I really can't wait much longer and it doesn't look like either of you two can either. Why don't we all just go in together as soon as the door opens?" Abby and Rachel agree. Markx indicates that he's fine, which again you find odd and surmise he must have taken care of his need in the pool - smart man! No one has really given though to how this will work, and perhaps no one really cares. You all just need a price place to release. Finally the door opens and an old man comes out, "So sorry! Here you go, it's all yours." Rachel stands up and gasps. You see a small glistening wet mark erupt from her crotch and trickle down her leg, "Move it!" she screams. Her escaping urine has rewet her swimsuit accentuating the sheerness and you can clearly see her mons and slit. Entranced for a moment you can't take your eyes off of her. You see her bikini bottom suddenly bulge for a moment before releasing another squirt of hot urine. The three of you go into the bathroom. "OK, now what?" says Abby between deep breathes. You think quickly as you look around. You feel a drip of urine escape your grip and know you have to make a decision quickly. Your penis is full with your liquid. You see: a urinal, a toilet, a sink, and a floor drain. Suggest: A) You'll use the urinal, Abby uses the floor and Rachel uses the toilet B) You'll use the sink, Abby uses the urinal and the floor and Rachel uses the toilet C) You'll use the floor, Rachel uses the sink and Abby uses the toilet D) You'll use the urinal, Abby and Rachel use the toilet for their lower relief, and Abby uses the sink for her upper relief --GLOBAL STATS---------- AVAILABLE CASH: $11,000 DIAPERS: 2 CURRENT TIME: Friday 1:10pm POD DEPARTURE: Tomorrow (Saturday) 0900 - BAY D7 --YOU---------------------- HUNGER: 72% / Bladder: 102% / Bladder Fill Rate: 1 / Energy: 50% Winter Jacket = 1 / Dress Pants&Shirt = 2 / Shorts&Tank Top = 3 Polo Shirt+Jeans = 2 / Swimming Shorts = 2 --RACHEL---------------- HUNGER: 63% / Bladder: 105% / Bladder Fill Rate: 1 / Energy: 53% Winter Jacket = 1 / Sundress = 3 / Leggings & T-Shirt = 2 White Dress Pants + Tank Top = 1 / Shorts&T-Shirt = 3 / Bikini = 4
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  41. From what could find online, I think her name is Beatrice. She has made a few more videos, but I don't know much more about her. Here are the rest of her videos anyhow! 5096f0dad5.360.mp4 8b8412b7ba.360.mp4 a175113676.360.mp4
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  42. From the album: OMORASHI Sims Glocky Collection

    Today in the mission report it is just written that the mission has encountered "superfluous difficulties" but in reality Ela to just screw up! And it's not just expressions. As usual she did not want to talk to other members of her team and sound harsh but because of her childish behavior she just ruined her uniform and suffered humiliation (well deserve).
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  43. EE-512

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    Desperate office ladies rush to the bathroom to relieve themselves. Enjoy
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  44. 574 downloads

    I don't think this one has been posted before, if so, my apologies. But this video features a woman in jeans in bondage getting her bladder stepped on by her mistress (among other things) the jeans eventually get wet. Enjoy, Rach
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