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  1. Soooo here is the story of the my first real accident I’ve had. I’ve had plenty of stages accidents before and have loved holding for a long time. This one absolutely takes the cake for the best one I’ve had though. so to start off I frequently have dinner meet ups with my close life long friends. Tonight was just like any other night we shared awesome food and tons of laughs. well I’m the type to drink a lot without even realizing it and also not realizing how full my bladder actually is. This typically isn’t a problem because I have a fairly large bladder that prevents a lot of accidents that aren’t planned. Tonight it failed me.. so I had had 4 refills of sweet tea and spent most of the night just talking and carrying in with friends until we had closed the restaurant down for the night. In a hurry we all walked out to our cars and I had bo idea of my need to pee until I sat down in my new car. oh did I realize the mistake I had made! w/o I’m wearing blue ripped skinny jeans, a tshirt and blacked out converse shoes, and oh boy does my need to pee become prevalent very quickly!!! min at least an 8/10 and becoming quite nervous of my 20 minute drive home. i anxiously take off lightly holding myself and praying the journey goes as planned without an accident. The first few minutes are okay and my confidence build slowly. I have an iron bladder and I can make it home I thought. well the first 10 minutes is mostly highway without Any stops and certainly an easy drive so I’m feeling great until I get off the exit to head home. of course I hit a read light and this is quite a lengthy red light typicality because alot of traffic flows through this intersection. I sit there squeezing my legs together and pressing my hand into my crotch and at this point I realize this may be an uphill battle I’m not capable of overcoming. No joke my need jumped to a 9.5/10 rather quickly. I take off after sitting for a couple minutes which felt like an eternity! I drive a minute up the road to get caught by another stop light. I’m squirming holding my self and starting to lightly yell at this light to hurry the hell up!!!! finally it turn and I get a little further up the road to hit yet another light. Of course I hit this one right as it turns red and at this point I’m absolutely bursting. I keep saying out loud that I’m about to pee my freaking pants as if the light can hear me. finally after all the turn lanes go it’s my time and holy shit it wasn’t soon enough!! I floor it as the light turns green holding with everything I have! I’m nearing my neighborhood and I’m squirming to no end and barely hanging on. My hand is buried so deep in my crotch I’m becoming numb. of course my house is in the back of the neighborhood riddled with 4 way stops… I hit the first one and it’s a miracle I made it through it. and the here comes the second one. I stop as lightly as possible and it’s just too much. A small leak comes out followed by a second.. a third and then a complete and total flood! thank god I was prepared and had a towel in the car from a pool party earlier in the weekend. I completely peed all over my self in my new car. I’m appalled that this happened without me pre planning it but it was soooo orgasmic I can’t even complain!!!
    5 points
  2. 4190f1390c6a672d2458a74e7db83579.mp4
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  3. Don't watch this video unless you want to see one girl pee in her panties while she is going down on her friend. I got some feedback recently that not everyone wants to see lesbian stuff, and that I should warn people before sharing such content. So, consider yourself warned. You shouldn't watch this video unless you want to see a girl wet herself while orally servicing her friend. vid_1168_promo_omo.mp4 Alisha is busy working when Gabriella tries to distract her with the promise of sex. It works, but Gabriella ends up accidentally peeing in her panties. Alisha has been working all day, and Gabriella wants attention. She tries to use her sexuality to distract Alisha from her work, and is successful. Alisha puts her work away and Gabriella goes down on her. Things progress nicely until Gabriella needs to pee, but intention on finishing the job, ends up having an accident instead of leaving Alisha unsatisfied.
    4 points
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    4 points
  5. We're gonna try this one more time. We're gonna play like a game of forum roulette. It will be fun. Here's the rules to the game: You have one more chance, as a collective, to stay on topic instead of picking fights I've already told you to stop having. Next time I lock the thread. The roulette part of the game is whomever makes me lock it is getting temp banned. Stay on topic please. Next reds vs the blues post I see nukes that person, and don't be coy or passive aggressive, not only am I not an idiot, I also refuse to rules lawyer on this matter. I know when you're being a vagueposting little gremlin, and it still counts. Also, please stop reporting eachother en masse. Half of you are doing it, half my reports are about this thread, I don't need them anymore, I know it exists, and on top of the pile of extra notifications, the fact that I'm the middle person that can SEE you all reporting eachother just makes ya'll look silly. On a positive note, I love the actual information brought to this thread. As an AFAB from another country I do not necessarily understand the proceedings that lead to what is happening over the border. Friends do their best to explain it, but honest to god this is one of the most informative threads the site has had, and the topic is an incredibly important one to discuss and I feel transcends the typical boundaries of the usual "political conversation," thus my hesitation to outright lock this topic. I WANT this to be talked about, don't make it hard.
    4 points
  6. Aaaand I lost it😊. Decided to do some jumping jacks to see if I could get my bladder to release involuntarily and it did! Big splash down flood through my sweatpants and puddles at my feet. Felt fantastic. I'm really looking forward to seeing if I continue to get desperate more easily or have accidents the rest of tonight and tomorrow, as I'm working from home. Usually the day after a big hold I'll dribble in my pants after peeing, leak on the way to the washroom or jump to a 10/10 and wet myself when I didn't really have to go. (Basically my usual overactive bladder symptoms, but amplified). Thanks for playing along with me folks, I didn't expect this idea to get so much traction. grey sweats, they're really nice at keeping the warmth in
    4 points
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  8. 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
  9. I’ve had many wettings in my cheer outfit but this is one of my favorites. I was wearing a cheer top with a long sleeve undershirt a cheer skirt that went about halfway to my knees a bow and I wore black leggings underneath it all. I drank a lot that day and had to pee quite badly in a quick amount of time and decided it would be a lot more fun to pee myself then go to the toilet (it was) so eventually it got to the point where I had to focus on holding my pee in more then I was focusing on cheering. Shortly later I had a small leak that stayed in my panties and didn’t even make it to my leggings because it was so small. This didn’t decrease my need to pee at all though and it was a good thing because I love the feeling of having to pee badly. About 5 minutes later I had a small leak but larger than the last one. It left a apple sized wet spot on my leggings but no one could’ve seen it under my skirt. I still really had to pee too. Another 5 minutes later I have a MASSIVE leak in my leggings that goes straight through my panties and leaves a wet spot that went down to the end of my leggings at my ankles. It felt good to say the least. However about 10 minutes later it felt even better when I let it all out and peed for about a minute. Felt so good and my leggings were so warm and wet. My skirt stayed dry. After I was finished with cheer I decided to stay dressed like this the rest of the day. Felt good to be in peed in clothes.
    3 points
  10. I've been a long time lurker around here and greatly appreciate everyone's contributions. I recently had someone make a custom video for me and thought I'd share it with you all. received_2367808983367060.mp4
    3 points
  11. Update on my morning so far after doing a rapid desperation hold yesterday that led to 3 accidents: I woke up BURSTING this morning thanks to skipping my night time pee and had to find some shorts to wear to the bathroom as I live with a roomate. I was squirming around looking for them and leaked a LOT pretty much as soon as I put them on, even though I fully meant to make it to the toilet! Wet spot all across my butt and crotch. Finished my morning pee in the toilet though, because I wanted to go running today. The shorts I was wearing are black and pretty quick drying so I decided it would be fun (and less laundry) to just keep them on for my run. I always hydrate well before a run, at least 500 ml and my body uses most of it up so I don't end up feeling desperate. Once in a while, I leak if I slow down to walk or come to a stop. Don't know the science behind that but usually its just one or two leaks towards the end of my run. Not so today. Every damn time I stopped to walk leaks and dribbles galore, and totally involuntary. I definitely stopped to walk a little more than usual, it was pretty cool how it kept coming out on its own. When I got to my house I saw my roomate wasn't home and figured I was already wet so I went around to the side of the house and flooded my shorts on the grass. I felt kinda dehydrated when I got back so I'm drinking water now. I've had about 15 oz and just poured another 12 oz cup which I'll sip slowly. A lot of it will go to rehydrating my body though, so don't know if I'll get desperate or leak again. But I'm keeping my wet running shorts on until I shower just in case! Wetting tally since rapid desperation hold: - leaks and big accident in jean shorts - big accident in sweatpants later that night - small accident before bed on the way to the toilet This morning: -big involuntary leak upon waking up -small involuntary leaks and dribbles throughout my run -intentional flood post-run Safe to say I was right yesterday when I said "I'm gonna be so incontinent tmw" haha. (I'm glad I know from experience that this should only last a day though).
    3 points
  12. is it ok? I highly recommend it! It's my fav way to masturbate.
    3 points
  13. Status of my shorts - wet but not too bad. Down from a 10 to a 9, but still squirming like craaaazy, bladder is still rock hard so clearly those leaks didn't put much of a dent in it. I've had just over 1000 ml since the hold started. How much water/fluid have you had since the hold started? 12 oz every 15 minutes?
    3 points
  14. CHAPTER 2: As Marc pulled his car up to the train station, Marissa was wondering if she had made a mistake. “Is everything okay Marissa?” Marc asked her sweetly “You’ve been really quiet, I hope you’re not upset with me” “I’m fine sorry” Marissa mumbled, barely able to hear Marc over the searing pain coming from her abdomen. “Just stressed about making the train and I really need to use the bathroom. Once I get to Jen’s I’ll be fine.” “Ok sweetheart” Marc cooed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head. “Text me when you get there” “Will do” Marissa replied as she stepped out of the car, nearly doubling over as soon as she was back on her feet. 30 minutes she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag and started quickly walking toward the platform. 30 minutes and I’ll be on Jen’s toilet. Dropping her bag on a bench, she crossed her legs tightly as she looked up and down the tracks. No sign of the train. She checked the time, 6:59. She had just made it. After all the anxiety about the arrival of this train, now she absolutely couldn’t wait for it to come. She remained standing in front of her bag, just slightly bent over with her legs crossed, trying her hardest to act like she wasn’t fantasizing about dropping her jeans and unleashing a flood on this platform. 7:00. 7:01, 7:02, 7:03. Where was this fucking train? So many times she had missed this same train by a minute, and now the one night she had sacrificed her bladder to make absolutely sure she was on time, it had to be late. 7:06, 7:07, 7:08. Marissa was going out of her mind, her bladder completely full, her peehole throbbing. Why was this happening to her? She could have just waited for her roommate to get out of the bathroom if she knew the train was going to be this late. She tried to turn her thoughts to the movie, watching the time was only making it worse. But when she looked back down at her phone, only 2 minutes had passed. “Excuse me” she said to a main who had been sitting on the platform before she arrived “You’re waiting for the 7 right?” “Yep” he confirmed “been here since 6:50, it just seems to be running late” No shit, Marissa thought to herself as she thanked the man and tried to maintain her composure. She had conflicted feelings about this news. On one hand, she was glad she hadn’t missed her train, on the other hand, some part of her was hoping that she had missed the train, so she could just find a place to pee. There were no bathrooms around here, but she’d gladly Uber to a gas station at this point. 7:14. Marissa was contemplating all of her options. She knew her friends would be mad at her, but she was seriously considering just leaving the platform, finding a place to pee, then just going home. She was clenching so much she was beginning to feel sore, and her bladder felt like it was actually going to explode inside of her. A 30 minute journey to Jen’s house just wasn’t going to be doable at this point. She could feel the pee right at the edge of her peehole, this was ridiculous. 7:15. Marissa walked to the back of the platform and looked down in to the parking lot. She was going to pee there. There was a row of cars next to the tree line at the back of the lot. She had reached that point, anything to rid herself of the agony she was enduring. But as she wrapped her hand around the strap of her bag to pick it up, she heard a honk in the distance, and looked back to see the train rounding the curve and approaching the station. Now she had a decision to make, there was no way she could pee and make the train now. Could she really do this? 30 minutes. 30 minutes ago she’d been at home outside her bathroom. She was tired of the agony, but supposed if she could hold until now, she could hold it another 30 minutes. Then again, getting on a bathroomless train already on the verge of wetting your jeans didn’t seem like a responsible adult thing to do. The trained pulled in and the doors hissed open. Decision time. Fuck it, she thought to herself with a quiet moan. She’d held it before, she could do it again. She grabbed her bag and stepped on to the train. Quickly finding an empty row, Marissa unbuttoned her jeans before she even sat down and let out a gasp of relief as she felt her bladder physically expand out in to the space the button had vacated. In the cover of the seats, she went a bit further and partially unzipped her jeans as well before sitting down and pulling her bag over her crossed legs. The train began to move and Marissa pulled out her phone, 7:17. She opened a new message to Martia and started typing “Hey, I’m on the train now, it’s running about 15-20…” No no, she couldn’t afford for Martia to be late at all, she needed her to be there the second she got off. “just a couple minutes late, should be there around 7:30”. Putting her phone down Marissa tried to look out the window and focus on anything other than the pain emanating from her bladder. She was pretty sure this was now the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her life. Everything down there was literally throbbing and her concern was growing that she may actually wet her pants. The train made its first stop, 2 more then hers. Marissa checked the time, 7:23, it felt like it had been so much longer. As the train pulled away, she discreetly worked her right hand slowly down her pants and gave her aching, frantic pussy another squeeze. God, that helped so much. Her panties were slightly damp, she definitely had not let any out, it must just be sweat from the effort of holding it all in. Several more minutes and the next stop on the line went by as a blur for Marissa as the outside world seemed to melt away in favor of the pressure emanating from between Marissa’s legs. 3 fingers on her right hand remained locked between her lips, slowly but constantly massaging her tortured sphincter. The gusset of her pale blue panties was lost inside her, her fingers covered in what at this point was an unknown moisture. Marissa’s trance was suddenly broken by the vibration of her phone, she picked her head up off the window of the train and looked down, 7:31, Martia had just texted her back to her her know she had arrived at the station. The train began to slow as it prepared to make its final stop before Marissa’s. She looked back out the window as the platform came in to view. Why didn’t these damn stations have public bathrooms? She thought about getting off anyway, to desperately search for a place to squat. As the train stopped, she pictured herself getting off and just letting go straight in to her jeans. If she was given the option to just do it, to just pee in her pants and magically teleport home, she would have gladly taken it. No stupid movie night was worth the pain she was feeling now. She was starting to feel nauseous. Like the pee was just going to come up through her stomach and right out of her eye sockets. As she toiled in her agony, almost paralyzed by the pain, the doors hissed and the train started moving again. 7:33, probably about 10 more minutes to her stop. Surely she would just pee her pants. There was no away she was actually going to sit in the car and hold it till Jen’s. Why the hell had she been so arrogant? Sure she’d had desperate moments, like anyone, but she had always been relatively responsible about this sort of thing. Always peeing before leaving home, managing her liquid intake if she knew she’d have no chance of a toilet. She’d popped a few emergency squats before, especially when drinking, but even then it was always discrete. She was such an idiot, getting on this train when she’d drank so much and already needed to go so bad. 7:35. Marissa had never been the religious type, but she started to pray. Please let this end she thought to herself. She’d do anything, She’d become a better person, she would never let herself get in to this situation again. Anything, just please please let a toilet somehow materialize in the next few minutes, oh not even a toilet, just a semi private place to go, anything that could end this pain without the ultimate humiliation of a flooded pair of pale blue jeans. 7:40 now, Marissa was recognizing her home town, the train had made good time and was just a couple minutes from her station. For the first time since she had sat down, she began to come to terms with the fact that she might actually walk off this train with dry pants. She needed a plan. She knew this station well. It had no good places to squat. The platform overlooked one side of the parking lot and a large apartment building with security cameras overlooked the other side. A few of her friends had considered it on the way home from a night out before but she had never seen it pulled off. She checks her texts again, Martia had texted her to let she know she had pulled off in to one of the parking spaces to wait. 7:41, the train begins to slow, Marissa looks down, no way she’s buttoning up her pants again, she’s not even sure how she’s going to manage without her hand down there. She feels gross, covered in sweat and like she needs to change and shower. She stands up, oh god, some definitely came out. She actually peed her pants. This can’t be actually happening to her. She runs to the door, standing straight up against it so no one can see as she buries a hand back in to her crotch. The doors open, her hand stays. Out on to the platform, everything is a blur, she doesn’t care how she looks. She sees Martia’s car immediately and makes straight for it, throwing open the passenger door, she tosses her bag in and then dives in after it. As soon as the door closes behind her she pulls her undone jeans down her thighs enough that she can get both hands in, leaning forward she pushes down as hard as she can. She can already see a few stray drops on the Martia’s leather seat. “Riss what the he-“ “I’m sorry Marti I have to pee so bad I need you to drive the car PLEASE” “So the others already left for the theater and we’re going to meet them there since you were running late” That was not even going to be remotely possible, the theater was 20 minutes away. “Marti you don’t understand I’m peeing my pants I already peed on my hands I need you to get me to a toilet or fuck anywhere I can pee Marti please just fucking drive the car out of this fucking parking lot NOW!” “Okay okay just hang on Riss” Martia responded, with a mixture of shock and amusement in her expression. Marissa had tears rolling down her face now as her friend quickly drove out of the parking lot and accelerated rapidly down the main road. Just a moment later pulling in to the gas station parking lot. “Park over there” Marissa sobbed, beckoning to the far corner of the lot near a line of trees “But don’t you want me to drop you off near the doo-“ “PARK OVER THERE” Martia did as commanded and drove the car to the back of the lot, before she could even get the car in to park Marissa had manually unlocked the door and practically collapsed out. As soon as her feet hit the pavement the flood began. Marissa pushed her jeans a bit further down her thighs and dropped in to a squat, flooding her blue panties immediately and unleashing a thundering torrent on to the ground. She used one hand to pull the gusset out of the way but it was largely pointless. She took deep breaths as she dropped her head in to her remaining hand and let herself relax. She was furious with herself for getting in to this situation, but for now was just savoring the intense relief. Her relief went on and on for nearly 90 seconds as Martia looked nervously around the parking lot until Marissa finally pulled her pants back up and surveyed the damage. Her panties were obviously drenched but somehow her jeans had mostly avoided the splash zone, with just a few stray wet spots on the back near the waistband. She wiped the tears off her face as she bent over and leaned against the car door to collect herself. From this position, she could see how massive her puddle was, spanning from the front wheel of Martia’s car to the back and in some places pooling in the gaps in the asphalt. She looked up and saw Martia giving her a sympathetic smile as she dabbed up the stray drops of pee from her seat with a napkin. “I’m sorry” Marissa gasped out, still panting from the exhaustion of her ordeal. “Don’t even worry about it, are you okay?” “Yeah” Marissa said weakly as she climbed back in to the car “I’m a bit um… wet though”. This admission normally would have made her blush, but her face could not possibly get any redder. “Yeah” Martia said awkwardly “We can stop by my place really quick and you can rinse off and change before the movie, I’m sure there will be like, 30 minutes of previews anyway” “Thank you Mar, you’re a lifesaver” “You were always the Iron Bladder in our crew, that must have been a really tough train ride” “You have no idea” Marissa sighed in response as the car pulled away, leaving being a small lake on the pavement for all to see. For the first time in a while, Marissa looked at her phone, 7:48. She had an unread text from Marc. “Make it there okay?” “Yep!” Marissa responded, adding a few heart emojis, even though she knew that was not exactly true.
    3 points
  15. This weekend I gave myself a small break. On Saturday I added a pee around lunchtime, and on Sunday I didn't go longer than 8 hours. This morning I peed at 7am, then headed for work. I drank coffee on the way, and at work I passively drank water from my travel mug. I got a little more daring with how often I was refilling it, so there's a small chance a coworker has wondered if I ever pee lol. Started getting the first urges around 11am. After work, I refilled my mug, and around 3:30, I got a boba slushie to help things along. Then I started doing deliveries. I was NOT ready for what was coming lol. Around 5pm things started to increase. I started whimpering and moaning to myself in the car shortly thereafter, with an occasional yelp with a big enough bump in the road. By 5:30pm I had lost control of a very small bit, but thankfully my jeans are dark. I kept doing deliveries but started worrying, because I could no longer walk normally, and I was a little afraid of giving things away to those around me with some sort of sound. After one last delivery, it was a painful sensation. At this point I loosened my belt. Not one last delivery though: right before I could sign out, I got offered a $9 pay for a trip that would be about 15 min. I took it. At the restaurant I was on the verge of everyone around me knowing how desperate I was, and I started keeping my delivery bag in front of me at all times. Dropping off the delivery was torture. After that I drove back home and it seemed like every car was working together to make my journey home take as long as possible. 😝 I got home, got my mail, and took the elevator up since I was probably going to leak if I took the stairs, and I had something I wanted to do for you. For comfort, I changed my shirt and wrapped a towel around my face for privacy, but I left everything else the same. Then tortured myself into wetting in front of the camera in the shower, around 6:10pm: So if anybody's a fan of slim male jeans wetting, there you go lol. And as I type this I'm relaxing in my peed clothes: If anyone wants the video of me washing the pee out let me know, as that kinda goes more into wetlook but I'll record and upload if asked.
    3 points
  16. So this happened a few times between me and a non-blood related cousin I met after my aunt remarried.. Lets call him Damon. We met in high school after his dad married my aunt and we see each other at family gatherings. As the only “big kids” (17 when we met, 18 when anything happened, both in our early 20s now), we usually had a lot of alone time playing video games and watching movies in the household basement during big long family get togethers. One time we played truth or dare that got a little out of hand… I showed him my tits, he showed me his dick, though we didn’t touch each other or anything. I’m actually a lesbian, but I was so bored, and seeing Damon was at least exciting. Anyways, we were gaming for a while and he said he had to piss, so I joking dared him to piss his pants. I thought he was trying to gross me out or something when he actually did. He said “fine” like it was nothing, didn’t even pause the game, just pissed right through his pants while we sat on the floor together. It was so hot seeing a boy piss his pants which I’d never seen before, but I laughed it off and called him crazy. He told me I was too chicken to do it too, so… I peed myself also. I was in a skirt, so I just lifted it and peed in my panties. We’ve done this a few times in the past years… we see each other rarely, but if we’re by ourselves and have to pee, we just piss our pants and dare the other one to do the same like an inside joke. I’ve also showed him my tits and pussy a couple times on a dare and seen him piss with his dick out a few times. Sorry if this is too fucked up to share but we’re basically just friends and it’s some of the only irl omo experience I’ve had… Hope you guys found this enjoyable !
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  17. So far of all my wettings this has got to be one of my favorites so far. I have wanted to pee in a wedding dress for a while. I just like the thought of looking so pretty in a wedding dress and then just peeing in it and it lived up to expectations. So before I was even dressed I already has to pee A LOT. I go to get dressed. As I’m putting my panties on I feel like I’m gonna leak. As I’m going to put some undergarments on I actually do leak in my panties so before I’m even dressed I’m a bit wet so a good start. I finished getting dressed without leaking anymore. The dress is knee length and the skirt part of it has exactly 8 layers so it’s a pretty poofy dress which I like about it. Probably would have been more fun with a floor length dress but it was still very fun. Under the dress I’m wearing a bra, white panties, light brown high heel shoes and white tights. I wore a white sweater over the dress but left it unbutton because I liked the way it looked like that and I wore a vail with it. It took 10 minutes after getting dressed for the next leak to come which was weird because usually after the first leak I will be constantly leaking. This one leaves about a penny sized wet spot on my tights. After that the leaks started coming much faster the second was small but the third was bigger and now the wet spot went down to almost my knees. Then after the fourth it was at my ankles. I was almost at the point where it started to pool in my shoes. A few leaks later and the pee just started to reach my shoes. There had been a lot of leaks by now so I lost count but by about the tenth one I had a 5 minute break between the next leak because a lot came out on the tenth one. I went into the mirror to look at myself because I knew I could hold it after letting a big leak out. I looked so pretty in the wedding dress and the giant wet spot going all the way down to my shoes just made me look even prettier. I’ve dressed up in wedding dresses many times before this but I’ve never peed in it before now so this was a fun new experience. A few minutes after that the next leak hit me. It was another one of the smaller leaks and by know my tights where so wet that it didn’t make the wet spot any bigger. I had about 5 more small leaks before I couldn’t hold any longer and it all started to come out. My tights where already soaked and they became even wetter. The pee started to pool in my shoes. It was just such a great feeling to let it all come out especially in such a pretty outfit. It took about a minute for me to let it all go. My tights were completely soaked now. Every time I took a step there was a splash from the pee in my shoes. My dress actually stayed pretty dry but the inner layer was a bit wet. I went to go look in the mirror and the wet spot was a bit bigger before. It looked so pretty to see such a big wet spot on my tights in my wedding dress. I just stayed dressed like that for a bit because it felt so good to be wet in my tights and shoes and the dress was super pretty and comfortable. It was a very fun wetting to say the least, I would definitely recommend wetting in a wedding dress to anyone who wants to do it.
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  18. Oh how I love summer. 😊 We have beautiful weather, already above 30 degrees Celsius. Of course you have to drink a lot when it is that hot so I have to pee quite often during the day. I just recently took a little walk around the park in the evening. I was wearing black shorts and a black polo shirt. But the sun also makes me really lazy so I didn’t bother to find a place to pee and just let go in my pants whenever I felt like it. Hmmmmm soo naughty and good 😈😍 And those pants only show it seconds after I pee in them so I didn’t have to worry too much about being discovered by the people passing me. Or at least I didn‘t. 😁 Who also likes to do this kind of casual wetting? FullSizeRender.MOV
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  19. See page 2 for most recent updates! 🤗 __________________ Hello! Just starting this thread for a place to post about my work holds for the next few weeks, so I keep everything confined to a single thread. For either three or four weeks, I'll have an old job of mine back. Couldn't start my little challenge yesterday due to a health thing, but starting today and keeping with it as long as I can. In the morning, I'll generally pee around 7:30 before leaving for work. At work, I'll avoid using the bathroom and drink water throughout the day, and afterwards I'll do deliveries (in a bit of a financial spot right now). I'll generally be home around 7:30 to 8:30pm! At that point will be the second time that day I pee. Today I started off a little ambitious, as I had coffee, 3 travel mugs of water, and a gatorade. I had the coffee on my way to work, and at work, I drank water perhaps a little too aggressively lol. My computer wasn't working, and I was bored. As things progressed into the afternoon the pressure rose, and for the last couple hours of work I was nearly desperate. Rather enjoyed hiding my need from everyone, but with the potential for them to still figure it out, since I kept getting water but never used the bathroom during breaks. As I drove back, every little bump in the freeway sent a pulse through me. I probably would've looked silly to someone watching as I gasped and breathed while smiling lol. Still had work to do! The time was about 4:30 and I started my deliveries. What followed was three hours of desperation. Every bump in the road and every step was torture, and whenever I was picking up or dropping off I had to keep my breathing easy and my voice neutral. It was a lot of fun, though also tbh I found the bump in my belly a bit embarrassing, since it made it look like I'm gaining a little weight and I like being slim 😣 Lots of people wanted me to hand their delivery to them directly, and some of them were cute, so I rather enjoyed seeing the person I was doing something for while desperate. And as I continued drinking, it only got more and more fun, with a couple really tiny spurts that no one would know about. Decided to call it today around 7:30, and headed home. I went home, headed up to my apartment . . . . . . and typed this up on my phone! I'm on my bed right now with my legs pressed tightly together, wanted to make myself write about my day before fulfilling my need 😝 I'll update with how much I was carrying after I get relief. (One liter. Meh, not quite what I was walking around with for my last 24 hour hold lol) *Oh yeah: unless this somehow gets a bunch of interest, I won't do an update every day lol, that's just hogging the front page with something that'll probably be repetitive. Hope whoever does drop by enjoys the updates I do make 🤗
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  21. We all know there are a lot of films, articles, books about different social problems - from poverty to sexual violence, murders and so on. These artworks contain very terrible scenes. But there no films, books about overactive bladder, incontinence. Or maybe there are a small quantity of ones. Personally me don't know such artworks (Not films about other main topic just with pee scene, but artworks with incontinence as a main topic) But incontinence is a very important problem! Especially for women. It has medical, social and other impacts. The percentage of people who suffers from this is more than from robberies or murders, or even sexual violence. I propose to discuss why is this problem (incontinence) not shown in mass culture?
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  22. Hello everyone, I am once again back with a one part story that I want to share with all of you. This one is pretty straight forward: our friend Sara here has a predicament on her flight to Florida and it causes things to spiral out of control. Enjoy! Sara’s Disastrous Flight: ”Attention all passengers, the time is now 7:50 AM Eastern Time and we will now be boarding Flight 34A towards Miami.” Sara and her boyfriend Luke were not very well known for their sprinting abilities, but they were putting their legs to full use as they sprinted down towards their gate, almost tripping over each other multiple times in the process. To their relief they saw a sizeable line in front of the gate, so they knew they had time now. The two had been in a huge rush that morning to pack that they had just barely made it to their gate in time. A combination of trouble finding clothes, bad traffic, and other things did them in. Sara though was just happy they made it to their flight. However a familiar feeling soon hit her bladder: major discomfort. She hadn’t had time to go to the bathroom before leaving her house with being in such a big hurry, and now she had to go quite a bit. The coffee she had this morning compounded with the water she was drinking now didn’t help matters. She decided to ask her boyfriend to watch her stuff, but he beat her to the punch. “Hey babe, could you watch our stuff for a second, I’m going to hit the bathroom.” She nodded at him, obviously frustrated she missed her time. It’s okay, I’ll just go on the plane. The plane itself was giant: nearly 50 rows with three people per seat. Sara decided she would find her and her boyfriends seats. They got the window and middle seat. She placed her luggage in the top carrier and sat down in her seat next to the window with her boyfriend next to her. Her obvious shaking and swaying came to his attention immediately. “What’s wrong babe, feel sick?” She shook her head at him, “I gotta pee, bad.” He scanned around for a bathroom. “Well, there’s one right next to us so why don’t you just g- oh Jesus Christ.” As he was finishing speaking, a man larger than anything Sara had seen before moved towards their row and placed his luggage in their same overhead bin. Sara’s heart and stomach both dropped as he struggled to squeeze into the seat next to Luke. The man was bald and had tattoos of guns all over his arms. He looked like he had just come from an NRA committee council, and he instantly started speaking to Luke. “Hey man, hope I ain’t an issue for you. The dumbass flight attendant bitch said they didn’t have enough seats to sit me in a row of my own, so we’re going to have to settle for this.” Luke didn’t know what much else to do then to nod. Sara was in pure agony. This was a 4 hour flight, Sara didn’t think she could make it more than 10 minutes. She thought back to a conversation with her boyfriend a couple days ago. … ”Listen babe, I know you won’t like it, but I know how much you hate airport bathrooms. If you just wear this, it will be infinitely better for both of us.” ”What if someone sees? I could never live that down! And plus, that car trip was just a fluke babe! I don’t need diapers!” ”Ok, suit yourself. I’ll leave it up to you.” … She was now heavily regretting not wearing one today. That way she could have just let it flow in her seat and no one would have known the wiser. Now instead, she was stuck. She couldn’t ask that guy to move to go the bathroom. She couldn’t scale the seats either. There was no way she could hold back her morning pee plus two full drinks for another four hours. A devil and angel appeared in her ears. ”Just go in your yoga pants! It will feel so good and that way you don’t need to worry about it! The plane will cover up the noise and you’ll never see any of these people ever again!” ”Hold it the best you can and see if that guy can get moved! You can make it!” She seemed more interested in what her devil was telling her, but decided to keep holding. … Their flight took off at about 8:10, Sara looked at her phone: 8:32. Her bladder throbbed and she shook to the very core. The guy next to her boyfriend had fallen asleep and looked absolutely out of it. Once again the devil and angel called out to her: ”Why haven’t you just gone yet? Nobody cares about what you’re doing, plus someone to your left looks like he’s enjoying the show.” Sara looked over at her boyfriend. His pants had an obvious bulge. Is that why he wanted me to wear a diaper? The angel once again shouted out to her, however what she heard this time was much different. “The flight attendants put someone in a seat that you didn’t want anyone in. It’s their fault you’re in this predicament, so just go in your pants. You’ve already suffered enough. It will make the guy on your left happy for sure!” Sara’s mind had already made the decision for her at this point. She grabbed her boyfriends hand and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to pee my pants.” He whispered back, “spread your legs so I can see it.” Upon that command Sara spread her legs as far as she could and released her bladder. At first nothing came out so she decided to push. At first, a faint trickle, and then a slow stream. Then about a couple seconds later she was in full stream. The relief that rushed over her was orgasmic as all she desired was to touch herself, but she managed to contain herself. The stream itself was readily absorbed into the seat below her as it continued to pour into her panties and yoga pants. As her trickle started to slow, Sara sat back in her saturated seat in complete ecstasy and embarrassment. She had just wet herself on a plane, but didn’t feel completely awful about it. Anytime within the next 3 hours she had to go pee, she would just let go in her seat, every time spreading her legs to let her boyfriend watch. As the flight landed and they made their way out, her boyfriend whispered to her: “thank goodness you wore black leggings today right?” She replied to him, “yeah, but I think we need more precautions. Do you know where the nearest store with diapers are?” Thanks for reading! I’m going to be returning to some of my series type stories soon enough, but I wanted to write a nice and simple omo story for my enjoyment. Hopefully it is reciprocated by you guys 😄
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  23. Alsoooo guess who's desperate again! It's literally been an hour and a half at most. I'm pretty excited at the possible prospect of getting desperate every hour tomorrow, probably going to be dribbling and leaking all over the place. I've never wet the bed before either but I might put something down to protect it tonight just in case. I've never had my bladder keep filling up like this this frequently after doing a hold.
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  24. Both of those sound really awesome!
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  25. Damn... challenge accepted. Just filling the water bottle is gonna be torture as I'm already starting to leak here and there.
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  26. My first instinct was to stay away from superhero costumes because I already have a superhero thread. Now that you mention it though, I guess I use a different art style for Cali and she has a unique hairstyle so it doesn't feel too redundant to give her a hero costume... Very traditional. I like that. I was considering having her wear either a sexy vampire or sexy devil costume.
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  27. Not on a bench so much, rather a concrete parking lot barrier. After a concert, I sat on it. About waist high and not far from my car, since it was dark and the parking lot wasn't lit real well, I felt it was safe enough to wet in public. Headlights from the cars lit up the barrier and you could see where the pee had run down the side of it.
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  29. Danielle Alvarez was a beautiful mixed race Afro-Latina woman with extremely curly black hair that reached past her shoulders. The 28-year old was in her cubicle, legs crossed tight. She was wearing a white dress shirt and a grey knee length skirt as well as black heels. Danielle had taken on an extra hour of work to finish all her tasks before the weekend, this meant an extra cup of coffee from the floor’s machine. The hardworking woman had been thinking more on keeping concentrated than on what impact another cup of coffee would have on her bladder when she hadn’t been in hours. Not that she was suffering, she could easily wait til she finished than slip to the woman’s room, but she was still aware that there was urine inside her waiting to be left out. Across the floor was Ethan Harlon, a 25 year old white guy who just started working at the company a month ago. Fresh out of Graduate School, Ethan wanted to prove that he belonged there, taking on extra hours almost everyday. Ethan also liked taking on extra hours for another reason, to see the beautiful woman that worked on the far side of the floor. He had only spoken to Danielle in passing a few times, but in that short time become enamored with her. He knew she was older, and probably married, but he couldn’t help but wonder what if? Danielle was quite interested in the new guy on the floor. He had glasses and somewhat curly auburn hair, and he looked older than he was, she was surprised to hear from other coworkers he was only 25. She had ended her previous relationship only three months ago and had sworn not to start another for at least a year, but this new guy was making her reconsider. Her thoughts were interrupted by her bladder. She finally decided to call it a day and make her way to the woman’s room. She shut down her computer and put on her black suit jacket before heading to the ladies. Her heels loudly clacked against the floor the whole way. Danielle made it and reached for the doorknob only to be greeted with a locked door. “Damnit.” She muttered to herself. Not that she couldn’t hold it, but she didn’t want to spend the whole 20 minute subway ride to her apartment thinking about her bladder. She turned towards the elevator and began walking. Ethan finally began closing up for the day. He felt a familiar pressure in his lower half but chose to ignore it. He didn’t need to go pee very bad, and his apartment was a five minute walk away. He made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor when he heard a voice. “Hold the elevator!” Danielle rushed over as fast as she could in her heels. Ethan open the door as the woman stepped in. “Hey.” He said with a smile. He felt butterflies looking at this beautiful woman. “Hi.” Danielle responded. They stood in silence as the elevator began its descent. Ethan tried not to think about it but he couldn’t help but notice Danielle’s ass in her tight skirt. Suddenly, there was a loud screeching noise and the elevator came to a sudden halt. “What the hell?” Danielle yelled out. “The button to open the door isn’t working.” Ethan tried pressing it repeatedly. “Try pressing the emergency button.” “Hello is anyone there, we’re trapped in here. Can someone call the fire department?” Ethan spoke into the phone area as he held down the button. “Man this can’t be happening.” Ethan couldn’t believe he was stuck like this only a month in. “I don’t think anyones coming.” Danielle shook her head in disbelief. They could be waiting all night til someone comes in the morning. “Guess I might miss my show tonight.” Ethan joked, trying to break the tension. “I was gonna get drinks with my friends later this evening.” “Well if you got coffee or something you could pretend.” Ethan joked again. Danielle didn’t like the joke though, because it reminded her of her bodily need. Would she really be holding it all night? She was a mature, career oriented woman; she would not let herself be stressed by such a childish need. She casually crossed her ankles and continued to put in as professional of a face as she could. Ethan was also feeling it. He as starting to worry if he had underestimated how much he needed to go. No matter what he would not embarrass himself and squirm around in front of this gorgeous woman. The two continued to stand in silence, checking their cell phones and looking around until Danielle decided to break the ice. “You like it here so far?” “Oh yeah, pay is great, people are nice.” “Definitely. I think I will be getting a raise by the end of the year.” “Lots of more nights drinking with that money.” “Yeah” But not drinking anything right now. Danielle thought to herself. It had been around of half hour of chit chat when Danielle had to start shifting her legs slightly. She would have been home by now in normal times, and her bladder decided to remind her of that fact. “Are you okay?” Ethan asked. “Oh yeah it’s nothing.” Danielle said with a fake smile. She refuses to let on that she needed to go. Ethan was also starting to feel it. He had his hand in his pocket discreetly holding himself. He wasn’t sure how long until his dress pants turned a much darker shade of grey. About an hour later Danielle was struggling to stand still. Her heels were loudly clacking against the floor of the elevator. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Ethan asked. “Oh yeah, I’m fine.” She placed her hand in front of her skirt. “You don’t seem very okay.” Ethan said as Danielle bent forward and groaned. “All that coffee today went straight to my bladder.” Danielle said, embarrassed. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to go this bad. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I do have to go as well.” Ethan said before looking down. He was tapping his right foot. “You could say we’re in this together. Let’s talk about something else, where were you going too tonight?” “Well I was going to the Blue Night bar with my friends.” “Hey, I love that place. What if we went sometime?” “I-I uh” Danielle started to blush. She couldn’t believe she was acting like a little girl. “I’d love too.” “We got something to look forward too when we get out of here, y’know?” “Not as much as I look forward to getting to a toilet.” Danielle said as she recrossed her legs again. “Yeah I have to piss, I can’t hold it much longer.” Ethan said, grabbing the front of his trousers. “How can we pee in here?” Danielle pressed both hands hands into the front of her skirt. “Well, there is a way I can go, I don’t know about you though.” “How could you go?” “I can force open the door and pee in the crack between the elevator and the wall, but I wouldn’t want to leave you suffering alone.” Ethan offered out his hand. Danielle took it but she nodded in approval. “You can go… if I can hold it while you do.” Ethan’s face turned red. “I-if you say so.” Danielle held down the button to open the door and Ethan pulled as hard as he could (without pissing himself). The door came open a decent amount and the wall of the elevator cavern could be seen. He ripped open his fly and pulled out his cock. Danielle wrapped her hand around it and squeezed tight. “I can’t go.” Ethan’s cock turned fully erect. No matter how hard he tried nothing would come out. “Maybe I can make it come out.” She stroked up and down. “Ah-fuck” it shit out like a jet stream. Danielle held his dick for a couple seconds before the sound was too much for her. She took her hand away and tried covering her ears. The sound of piss so close by was almost too much to handle. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Danielle pressed both hands deep into her crotch as Ethan’s stream went into the crevice. She danced around, heels clacking louder than ever. “Ethan, Ethan I need to get out. I need to pee now!” She curled her leg up behind her. Any semblance of respectability went out the window. Ethan zipped up his fly and turned towards her. “A think a kiss would distract you.” He smiled “Worth a try!” The two locked lips, Danielle keeping her hands over her skirt. She knew this wasn’t helping, but she wanted to kiss him anyways. Suddenly, Ethan turned her around and placed his hands on her waste. He started thrusting his crotch up against her ass. Danielle’s bladder was screaming but she wanted more. He reached around and placed his hand on her midsection, pressing hard on her bladder. “Ahhh” The woman couldn’t help but moan. Pain and arousal mixed together in a deadly combo. Ethan pulled back his hand and gave Danielle’s ass a hard slap. “This little girl gotta go peepee? So sad little missy can’t hold her bladder.” “I’m gonna, I’m gonna, ahhhh” The floodgates opened. Warm urine flowed down the 28-year olds legs. The back of her skirt starting turning dark. “Oh, ahhhhh.” Danielle moaned in relief so hard it could be mistaken for orgasms. The two locked eyes and started kissing. Ethan’s hand went up Danielle’s wet skirt and felt her soaked panties. “I’d like to start seeing you more often.” Danielle said. “Ofcourse.” Ethan replied with a smile. As if on que, the elevator restarted and began heading back down. Ethan gave Danielle his jacket to cover her skirt for her trip home, and the two departed with a kiss.
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  30. How about a Catwoman or Batgirl costume?
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  31. I think if anything my bladder is still getting MORE full, despite the leaks I've had. I can feel my abdomen being stretched which I haven't felt with a full bladder in years. I'm probably gonna be so incontinent tomorrow haha
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  32. Earlier in the week, I accidentally wore recently wet trousers to work. While embarrassing, it was still kinda exciting and led to some fun throughout the rest of the shift. I posted about it here and this is a closing of that event. Later that night, I was at my second job as a security guy for this factory office building on a quiet industrial estate, working nights. It's uneventful and largely comprises of lone-working, providing whoever is on the shift with lucrative opportunities for some fetish-based indulgences, if they so choose. That night, I certainly did. With the humidity dragging on through the night, lots of water was consumed - as advised by the handover notes from the management teams. Sitting there in my sodden black trousers (which had long since dried) and my white shirt, I was growing more and more aware of the pungent smell of stale, dried-in piss - something I was seemingly oblivious to when putting the trousers on earlier on. I held my bladder through the 8hr shift while continuing to drink water, juice and fizzy drinks as regularly as I could to speed up the process. My main focus was on my work, however. This was so I was not over-thinking my fetish or my need to go as sometimes I think this hinders things. The idea was to busy myself and keep any need to use the toilet as of secondary importance. Subsequently, I'd keep working until I would dribble and ensure I used the public toilets at the front reception of the property, rather than the little WC we have allocated just for us in the security room - or any of the other facilities in between. This naturally led to several genuine losses of control (dribbles). The full accident came about 2hrs before the end of by shift, which I was trying to hold on to until the walk home, when I'd hoped to have the accident. It both irritated and excited me that I lost control of myself before I was ready, but at the time of the accident I was fit to burst and tempting fate by standing stationary while I have a smoke break - something which always triggers cramps, pains and general frantic lack of control akin to what you'd expect from latch-key-syndrome scenarios. The pee was warm, gushing and bountiful. It radiated steam, too! Watching the puddle run down the ramp I was standing on - I had no shame, embarrassment or regrets from this one. I stood around for a while afterwards waiting for most of the fresh pee to dry in to the clothing enough for me to sit down without causing too much damage (if any) to the swivel chair at my desk. After starting to focus on work again, I got a burning urgent need to have a second piss. It was urgent - I had to go there and then and I wasn't sure I'd fully make it to our W/C just 2 seconds away. So I did what anybody would do - I walked back outside to where I'd just had an accident and continued walking around the periphery of the building, heading to the front of the door of the reception, knowing it will be locked for the night. The only access to the reception area (and it's toilets) would have been through staying indoors and working my way through the corridors, so I was intentionally shooting myself in the foot here, knowing I'd not make it in time. I didn't make it even to the front door before boiling hot piss literally burst out of me like a pressure washer, lasting just seconds but managing to spread a fresh piss stain almost every inch across my trousers in no time. My shoes stood no chance - completely flooded. It felt exhilarating! Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. Don't think I'll try it again though as the already sodden trousers where not comfortable at all. I have another story to come from todays situation I found myself in. I need to first do a bit of writing-style tweaking, but stay tuned!
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  33. Pressure from the bladder can be arousing. I can speak only for men, but for some a full-bladder orgasm is very intense. That said, some men either ejaculate too soon or can't maintain an erection when they need to pee urgently.
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  34. I had some really busy weeks at work lately. So I didn’t have much time for pee play at all. But on Wednesday I really felt like having some naughty fun again so I packed some extra clothes for in between work and going to the gym. There is a nice park close to the office and as soon as I got my work done for the day I headed out there to find a nice spot to really soak and enjoy myself. I was wearing black jeans that day so I wasn’t too concerned that anyone would notice my wet pants out in public and when I returned to my car. Naughty confession 😈: when I was working through my last couple of emails, I already had let go some small spurts into my boxer briefs, so I had a nice wet patch in my pants pressing up against me already. Hmmmm 😊 As it was already early evening, the park was not that crowded anymore and I quickly discovered the ideal secluded spot atop a hill with some trees to lean on and a beautiful view down on the park and the river. I hurried to climb the steep as I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder. Oh, I forgot to mention that I drank about two liters of sparkling water during the last two hours with no bathroom breaks since lunchtime. Yeah, I really had to go. 😆 So when I reached the top of the hill I quickly sat down on the grass, closed my eyes and finally let go. At first I actually struggled to get the stream going after I had held it so long but after a couple of seconds my crotch was completely soaked and my pee ran down to my ass in streams and into the grass. This felt soooo incredibly naughty and good to pee my pants after a stressful working day 😍😊. I really enjoyed the warmth and wetness spreading. I think I sat there wet and happy for at least half an hour rewetting several times, enjoying the view and letting my pee soak in so the wet patch in my crotch and on my ass wouldn’t be too visible when I walked back to the parking lot. Gotta say that was one of the most relaxing after-work wettings. I can highly recommend it. 😉 FullSizeRender.MOV
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  35. This is actually something I've considered working on before! I'm just not sure how much demand there is for such a feature. I've even considered just making a standalone interactive adventure platform, as I don't think there are really that many of those out there, outside of one or two that are pretty dated.
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  39. Paris, France 27-year old Elodie Gasquet sipped her coffee, as she flicked through 'Le Monde'. It was much the same as usual, Covid-19 cases on the rise, fuel prices on the rise, the war in Ukraine still raging on. Only a story about the English popstar Aluna Sky pissing herself during a concert at the O2 broke up the depressing onslaught of articles about death, war and poverty. Elodie allowed herself a slight chuckle at the irony of her bladder giving up whilst she was performing 'Holding On'. Elodie wasn't a Paris native, hailing instead from Lyon. But today she had a job interview, with the people who wrote the words she digested with her overpriced croissant and coffee. After five years as a journalist with 'Le Progrès', a Lyon based newspaper, she was ready for a change. And what better change than to work for one of the biggest newspapers in France? She checked her phone, she had about an hour before the interview. Time for a nice walk to clear my head, Elodie thought. Heading to the bathroom, Elodie recoiled as she opened the stall. The toilet seat was covered in urine, and some inconsiderate arsehole had neglected to flush, leaving shit smeared loo paper inside the bowl. The smell alone was unbearable. Do they not clean after themselves in Paris? Elodie grimly thought to herself. Thankfully, she was only visiting the loo as she felt she may as well given she had time. She was by no means desperate, and would comfortably be able to wait until she got to Le Monde. Elodie mentally ran through her notes as she walked along the Seine. Truthfully, she didn't really know what to expect. She'd not had an interview since she got her job as 'Le Progrès' five years ago. She frantically tried to remember every exaggeration she'd included in her cover letter, every detail she'd overindulged to pad out her CV. She checked her outfit once again - a navy blue suit complete with a white jumper, which was making her sweat lightly on a hotter-than-usual March morning. She took a long swig from her water bottle, as her mouth tended to get very dry when she was nervous. Speaking of nerves, she needed to pee for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She knew it was mostly just a nervous reaction, but it still caused the short brunette some discomfort. Passing one of the many dull grey public toilets that lined Paris's streets, she thought about using it. But she knew from experience that they were fairly disgusting, and only to be used in dire situations. Realising she was ahead of time, she stopped by the river. Pulling out her phone, she checked Google Maps to see if she was going the right way. Her phone agreed, predicting she'd make it to the offices with ten minutes to spare. A text came in from her boyfriend: "Good luck for the interview, you'll be amazing." Elodie smiled, and went to reply. Before she could press send, she gasped as two hooded teenagers raced passed, riding their bikes along the pavement. In shock after the second boy narrowly avoided crashing straight into her, Elodie let go of her phone, dropping it straight into the River Seine. "Fuck!!!!" Elodie yelled to no one in particular, as both boys had already cycled into the distance. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. It was time to compose herself. The phone could wait, now she just needed to focus on performing as well as she could in her interview. --- "Hello, my name is Elodie Gasquet, I have an interview at 11 today," Elodie panted. She was sweaty, stressed and she really needed the toilet. She was also late, struggling to find the building without the aid of Google Maps. The receptionist looked disapprovingly at her. "The interview started five minutes ago, I will bring you through now." Elodie debated asking whether she had time to use the bathroom, but she sensed that she shouldn't push her luck. The first part of her interview was a group task with the other applicants, and she didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like they didn't wait for her to arrive either, so she knew she'd be up against it. "Mr Millot, here is Miss Gasquet," the stern receptionist announced, as Elodie sheepishly waved to a room with her three rivals, and Mr Millot, one of the editors. "Ah Miss Gasquet, I see you've found us," Mr Millot went in for a handshake, his tone was warmer than she'd expected from an editor of a major newspaper. "You have 55 minutes to produce a mini newspaper with the other applicants. Sadly as you are late, you don't get to choose your story. All the information you need is on the desk there, just try your best!" Elodie nodded and took a seat. Her bladder sloshed uncomfortably, filling rapidly with her earlier coffee and water bottle. She reviewed the information, she was stuck writing a story about water bills rising. Shifting around to find her most comfortable position, she started to dissect the sources in front of her, and planned her article. --- Elodie's legs were tightly crossed now, but she had at least finished her article. Writing about the cost of running water had proved to be an extra challenge for her bladder, which yearned for relief, but she knew she'd be able to see to her need very soon. Staring desperately at the clock, and squirming in her seat, Elodie was relieved to hear Mr Millot's voice. "Okay, that's your time, thank you all for your hard work!" He grabbed a copy of their finished newspaper, and smiled as he skimmed it. "I will read through it now, then we'll call you for your individual interviews shortly!" The four of them were ushered towards a sofa just outside of the reception area. Elodie couldn't help but notice one of the other applicants looked in quite a state, and her suspicions were confirmed when she overheard her speak to the receptionist: "Excuse me, where is the toilet?" The receptionist gestured towards a single person bathroom, which the slightly older lady practically ran towards. "Is there another bathroom?" Elodie asked, trying her best not to dance on the spot. The receptionist shook her head "I'm afraid visitors are only permitted to use this bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure she won't be long," she added the second sentence after seeing the look of despair on Elodie's face. Elodie grinned, although she suspected it looked more like a grimace. She sat down next to the other two candidates, instinctively reaching for her phone, before realising she didn't have that option anymore. Instead, she once again ran through her interview questions, whilst repeatedly checking to see if the bathroom door would open. A wave of urgency hit Elodie, and she crossed her legs just that bit tighter to ensure that her white knickers remained dry. Without thinking, she lightly tapped her foot, and resisted the urge to openly hold herself. Elodie had foolishly finished another bottle of water during the interview, in an absent minded attempt to combat her dry mouth. She was paying the price now, with her bladder feeling very full indeed. "Hey, I'm Richard by the way," a young man of a similar age to her went to shake her hand, snapping her out of her desperate stupor. "Elodie," she grinned/grimaced, returning the handshake. "So where are you coming from?" he asked. As the two traded small talk, Elodie could barely hide her despair as the bathroom became available, only for the other remaining applicant to go and use it. The older woman returned, looking much more relieved, and sighing audibly as she sat down next to the two of them. "Thank God for that, I thought I was going to have an accident," she chuckled. "You'll know what I mean when you have children," she added, smiling at Elodie. Elodie laughed uncomfortably, desperately hoping for her pelvic floor muscles to remain strong. The three of them chatted, but soon after, Elodie was no longer able to focus on the conversation, instead being slowly driven insane by the locked bathroom door. The guy had been at least five minutes in there, and Elodie couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me, is there another bathroom I can use? It's really urgent," Elodie asked the receptionist. "I'm sorry, there is only one visitors toilet," she bluntly replied. Elodie groaned, and took matters into her own hands, heading towards the bathroom. She knocked aggressively on the door. "How long are you going to be?" she asked. The man groaned. "I'm sorry, I must have eaten something bad. It's going to be a while." Elodie almost screamed in frustration, but composed herself. As she returned to the sofa, Mr Millot was waiting. "Miss Gasquet, would you like to come through?" --- It took all of her might not to wet herself in her seat as Mr Millot poured her a glass of water. "So Miss Gasquet, tell us a bit about yourself?" I'm on the verge of pissing myself in your office, Elodie thought to herself. In reality, she launched into a flustered answer, detailing her career so far whilst struggling to keep her talking speed down. Mr Millot and the other two journalists on the panel nodded in unison, seemingly impressed by her CV thus far. "What can you bring to this job?" A very, very full bladder. Elodie instead bluffed a response about how her work ethic would make her a valuable team player, and that she was always willing to go the extra mile to get a story. She'd started to hold herself under the table, and she hoped no one would notice. "Where do you see yourself in five years time?" Hopefully I'll have gone to the toilet by then. In truth, Elodie had no idea. Stumbling slightly, she eventually came up with an unconvincing response, claiming she'd be travelling the world as one of Le Monde's most valuable journalists. The panel of suits still seemed to like her answer, smiling at her lofty ambitions. "What's your greatest weakness?" The fact I just leaked a bit during that question. Indeed, Elodie blushed as a drop of urine escaped her quivering peehole, and she had to cross her legs with all her might to stop anymore coming out. Avoiding cliches, she admitted that she struggled with confidence early on in her career, but had been taking on public speaking engagements to help overcome this. "How do you -----" "I'm so sorry, but I have to go," Elodie exclaimed, running out of the room in tears. The desperation was too great. Her bladder burned intensely, and she knew she'd have wet herself if she'd stayed in the room. Before Mr Millot could say anything, she was gone. Running to the lobby toilet, she was aghast to find that the door was still locked. A long spurt reminded her she didn't have time to wait. Running out of the building before anyone could stop her, she turned into a side street. Pulling her blue suit trousers and white panties down, her plight was finally over. A jet of urine escaped her peehole, absolutely soaking the pavement. Elodie was too relieved to be embarrassed, not caring that anyone on that side of the building could look out of their window and see a tsunami exploding out of her urethra. She didn't care that her expensive suit trousers were now painted with specks of urine, nor that she was not going to get her dream job at Le Monde. This was relief like she'd never felt before in her life. After two minutes of almost orgasmic peeing, her bladder was empty. She put her head in her hands, trousers and knickers still round her ankles, and sobbed with relief, before her moment of peace was interrupted by a cough. It was the receptionist, looking more disapprovingly at her than ever. "You left your bag inside."
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  40. @Ms. Tito "There are deadass men who still think in the year 2022 CE that women do not poop or pee. Where did we as a species go wrong?" I guess I'm just being cynical again but my view is that in order to go wrong it would imply that at some point we were going right in the first place, which I don't think we ever were. Whenever I think of where did we start going wrong I think of that scene in the movie 2001 a space Odyssey where that first ape picks up a bone and bashes in the head of that other ape and I always think, yeah that's where the problem started. But it is true in the modern world while I think that on some level men have to know that women go to the bathroom I think it's sort of like one of those things that they dare not speak of. I think a lot of men still put women up on a pedestal so the idea that something dainty like a woman would do something as gross as pissing and shitting is probably offputting to men, just the way menstruation is, and most men know little about basic female anatomy and bodily functions. I think that there are a lot of men who are uncomfortable with female bodily functions even though men are perfectly fine making fart jokes and things of that nature. They actually did a pretty great parody of that on an episode of South Park involving the quiff sisters.
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  41. granted,it work perfectly and it still sucks. I wish I have a wifi that can alway load or download anything I do with the speed I wanted.
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  42. Here is a good video of a TV host saying she doesn't pee all day. Glad to see someone else suffering all day without a bathroom!
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  43. Student in a diaper and the magic wand.webm
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  44. This story was inspired by the thread about who goes to the bathroom more often or who can hold longer, men or women (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/78082-who-can-hold-their-pee-longer-males-or-females/). This is a topic that comes up on all these boards like that pretty often but in the latest iteration of this question somebody brought up an interesting study that showed that it seemed men had a significant advantage of going to the bathroom, as women were indicating their first urge to go to the bathroom about 25% sooner than the men when all other factors were taken into consideration. All of that made me think frustratingly once again that the evidence seems to suggest that men can hold it longer and that women have to go more but paradoxically have to wait longer. And I thought that a study like that would have been interesting to see conducted, and I thought hey, that would make the perfect desperation story, and here we go! Also available in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/10062.html The Desperate Bladder Study Chris and Jill arrived at the study center where they would be conducting research on the differences between men and women in regards to bladder capacity and desperation. "Greetings everybody who has come here for the study today," Phil the instructor said. "This study is going to determine if there is a significant difference between men and women in regards to bladder urgency, need to urinate and overall bladder capacity. As instructed we asked you all to drink nothing for four hours before this study and to go to the bathroom right before the study began so that we know that you are all having the same intake of liquid at the same rate. This study will last several hours where we observe how long it takes you to first feel the urge to urinate and how fast the urgency grows. Now everybody take out your sports drinks and begin drinking them down now." Everybody opened their sports drinks and began drinking until they had finished. "Good, now this study will be simple as all you have to do is wait until you feel the urge to go to the bathroom and record how rapidly that urge increases," Phil said. "Well this is going to be an easy $75," Chris said as he finished drinking his sports drink. "I can't believe that they actually made a study that is conducted to see how fast people need to urinate," Jill said. "I know, because it is so obvious that men can hold it longer," Chris said with a smile. "Wait a minute, women are always stuck holding it all the time," Jill said shaking her head. "Of course, because women always have to go to the bathroom, you go to the bathroom more than anyone I have seen." "Sure when one is available, but often women have to wait a really long time before a bathroom becomes available, where that is almost never the case for guys." "Well this study isn't about who can hold the longest necessarily, it's who has to go the quickest and how fast the urge builds up." "Well anyway I'm sure it will be a really easy study, I mean all we have to do is sit here and wait until we need to go to the bathroom." As the study began nobody had to go to the bathroom at first, since everybody had abstained from liquids for several hours before the study and went to the bathroom right before the study began to make sure that everybody was starting at the same point. There wasn't all that much to do aside from look at magazines and chat amongst themselves. There were at least 20 men and 20 women involved in the study and the recreational room didn't really have all that much to keep them distracted. "It looks like they tried to eliminate all kinds of stimulation so that they wouldn't influence the study," Jill said looking around at how empty and boring the room was. "Why, do you think that they put all sorts of images of the ocean that that would somehow influence the study," Chris said with a laugh. "Ha ha very funny," Jill said rolling her eyes. "But I do think that partially desperation is psychological really. It takes a lot of concentration to be able to hold it in and to ignore a full bladder." "Yeah but the whole idea of the study isn't to ignore a full bladder, it's to report on when the bladder starts feeling full, which shouldn't be for a while now." "Remember everybody, as soon as you realize that you have an urge to urinate I want you to record it in your logbook," Phil said. As the study continued and reached the point of about an hour that was when Jill started noticing several of the women began making recordings in their logbooks, and that's when Jill started recording her own need to urinate as well. She looked across from her at Chris and she could see that Chris hadn't written anything in his logbook yet. In fact as she looked at the men it didn't seem like many of them had recorded a need to urinate yet. Jill started to wonder how badly the other men and women in the study had to go to the bathroom, as nobody looked like they were frantic yet. But then it was only an hour into the study, so most people were just starting to first feel the urge. Jill could see that Chris was looking at her as she wrote down and recorded her need to urinate in her log, and he seemed to be smirking as if he expected it. She was wondering why he was smirking so much, and it was probably that he was getting cocky and thinking that it was predictable that she already recorded something in her log. "Already wrote something down huh," Chris said smiling. "Just recording the first urge, don't get excited, first urge doesn't mean I'm about to explode or anything," Jill said rolling her eyes. "Although I noticed you didn't write anything in your logbook yet." "Well of course not, there's nothing to record, I have a good bladder," Chris laughed. Jill had to admit she was getting rather frustrated that none of the guys seemed to have written anything in their logbooks yet. Another 15 minutes passed before any of the guys started recording anything in their logbook and then only a few of them. Over the next 15 minutes after that however several of the guys began recording in their books about an urge to urinate, even Chris did, but he seemed like he was trying to do it clandestinely so she wouldn't see, but Jill saw him recording it nonetheless. "Finally wrote something down did you," Jill said smirking. "Just recording my first urge, not desperate, nothing exciting yet, don't get excited, it doesn't mean I'm about to explode or anything," Chris said mimicking Jill from earlier in a way that made her think that he was mocking her. Over the next 15 minutes Jill noticed that most of the other women started recording more in their logbooks including her indicating that the urge had moved up a level. "Well I suspect by now everybody has already recorded their first urge to urinate," Phil said. "But we have a long way to go until the study is finished, so everybody hold on." Phil smiled and seemed to be enjoying himself. "Now it is time for us to drink our next round of fluid." "More fluid," Jill said and she could see that several of the other women in the audience were looking nervous and uncomfortable at the prospect. "What's the matter Jill, feeling a major urge already," Chris said as everyone began drinking the next round of liquids. "I just thought that we would only be drinking liquid once at the beginning of the study," Jill said shaking her head as she drank her drink. "We wanted to conduct a study where people would be drinking regularly and continuously at staged intervals," Phil said. "Our last study we only used one drink at the beginning but we felt that the study would yield better data if people drank regularly throughout it, all at the same rate of course." "Hey Phil what did the previous study indicate," Chris said suddenly interested as everybody's ears started perking up. "Actually it was very interesting in that we found that when you account for size and weight and height and age and all the other factors that it seemed like men had a significant advantage in terms of holding it, where it took less liquid to make the women need to go to the bathroom sooner than the men did," Phil said. "That's interesting isn't it Jill," Chris said once again smirking in an evil and sinister way. Jill rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, but as she looked at several of the people in the study she could see that the men all looked like they were sitting comfortably, but as she looked at the faces of the women she could see that a lot of them were looking impatient. Jill didn't want to let Chris get to her but she couldn't help but feel annoyed, as it seemed like the study was demanding more of the women than it was of the men. "Hey you can't argue with biological facts," Chris said. "Women always seem like they need to go to the bathroom, and I think that the data basically supports that." Jill simply rolled her eyes as she didn't want to make it seem like she was getting agitated, however as they approached the two hour mark Jill was noticing that several of the women looked as though they were subtly crossing their legs, and all of them seemed to be writing down things pretty quickly in their logbooks. Jill had to admit she was doing the same, and every time that Chris looked up at her and saw her recording something in her logbook she tried to cease making eye contact with him, but she could tell that he seemed to be enjoying it. As they approached the 2 1/2 hour mark some of the men started writing in their books a little bit more frequently, but she could see that there was a noticeable contrast in that the women seemed to be writing things down at an almost frantic pace. Jill figured it was because they were feeling frantic for another reason. "Excuse me, but how much longer is this study going to last," a woman said as she raised her hand. Phil looked at his watch and shook his head. "Well the other study lasted about four hours, so I guess that's how long we will go with this one." "Four hours," the woman said as she slumped down in her seat and Jill could see that several of the other women were moaning, but she could see that across the room the men seemed to be smiling and smirking at the women's predicament. "It looks like some women can't hold their liquids," one of the men across the room said as several of the men laughed along with him as the women simply rolled their eyes and looked annoyed. By the time they reached hour three Jill could see that the majority of the women were writing things in their logbooks rather rapidly, and a few of them were shaking their legs, but almost all of them were sitting with their legs crossed. "Excuse me but how much longer is this study going to go, I'm starting to feel really frantic right now," another woman said as she stood up with her legs pressed tightly together. Phil looked at his watch. "Don't worry, the study will be over in just another hour. Remember if you want to get paid you have to complete the study." "Easiest $75 ever made isn't it Jill," Chris said as he began laughing. He had not written in his logbook in a little while, and Jill was wondering if he was being honest in the study or whether he was trying to save face. At any rate Jill could not deny that at this point she was very clearly desperate. She was crossing her legs tightly and couldn't think about anything other than the fact that she had to go to the bathroom. She felt that women should band together in solidarity, but as she looked at the other women she could see that it didn't look like there was much solidarity among them, most of them were looking pretty annoyed and agitated and constantly looking at their watches. "Phil I really need the bathroom now," one of the women said standing up with her legs tightly crossed and bending at the knees. "If I don't I'm going to piss myself." "Only another 40 minutes to go," Phil said. "Looking at this crowd I feel like I am getting déjà vu of the previous study. In the previous study all of the other women were desperate to see the study over, so it looks like this study is confirming that you ladies seem to feel more urgent despite the fact that everybody drank the same amount of liquid. Isn't science interesting?" Several of the women began getting up and pacing around, and a couple began leaning against the walls. Most of the women looked like they were just looking at magazines, but their legs were shaking frantically in a very obvious way. Jill tried not to think about how badly she had to go to the bathroom but it was kind of hard to concentrate when she could see that all of the women were squirming around. One of the women was rapidly crossing and uncrossing her legs, and she seemed as though she was putting the magazine in her lap like she was trying to cover herself up, like she were about to piss herself or something. On the side of the room where all of the women were gathered together it was basically just a constant display of legs shuffling and looking at watches. Every few minutes the women would record something in their logbooks. By now couple of the men looked like they were starting to keep up the pace with the women, but it was undeniable that the women seemed to be making entries in their logbooks much more rapidly than the men were. "Wow look at all those pencils going a hundred miles a second," Chris said laughing as he looked at the women filling out their logbooks. "Why aren't you filling out your logbook as rapidly?" Jill said. "Because the study is confirming what the last one did, guys are just better at holding it, and we don't have to go as much as you ladies do, you ladies just can't seem to hold it for the life of you, and this study is just backing that up, backing up what everyone has always known to be true," Chris said. "Believe me we are holding on for dear life," Jill said as she squirmed in her seat. "I'm sure that by now you have to go pretty badly." Chris nodded. "I'm not going to deny it, I really do have to go to the bathroom pretty bad, but I don't feel like am about to wet myself or to the point where I can't seem to sit still. On the other side of the divide you ladies look like you're about to pop like balloons!" "Okay everybody, we only have 15 minutes to go, and then I guess you can, well go," Phil said as all of the guys laughed but the women just sat there looking sad in the face and rolling their eyes. The last 15 minutes were harrowing. While the guys only occasionally wrote something down in their logbooks the women's pencils were pretty much going nonstop, and one woman clearly broke her pencil as she gritted her teeth. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, please hand in your logbooks now, and then I suppose you're free to go," Phil said as all of the women breathed a collective sigh of relief. The women were practically falling over each other as they all stood up throwing down their pencils and haphazardly throwing their logbooks down on Phil's desk as all of the men and women piled out of the study room. Everyone started charging down the hallways looking for the bathroom. Soon a very large line formed outside of the ladies room as all of the men piled into the men's room at once. As they could hear the loud noise of flushing from the men's room, the ladies room line was quite stagnant. Finally as several of the men started piling out of the men's room all at once one woman came out of the ladies room shaking her head. "The toilet's broken, it won't flush," the woman said coming out. "I guess I will have to put this out of order," the janitor said as he put an out of order sign on the ladies room and all of the women began making exasperated groaning noises. Even more exasperating was he had a bucket full of water and he seemed to be dipping his mop in it as all of the women started cringing. "Well ladies it's too bad you turned in your logbooks already because I feel like you would be scribbling away right now," Chris said coming out of the empty men's room. "Come on everybody," Jill said waving the women forward as they went back into the study room as the guys followed behind wondering what was going on. "Hey ladies, did you forget something," Phil said as the group of irate women gathered around his desk. "Yeah, at the end of the study there was a place for additional comments to leave at the end of the study and I think that we all rushed out without completing it because we couldn't wait a single second longer to get to the damn bathroom," Jill said as Phil handed her a pencil and she began writing by pressing down on the desk with her legs tightly crossed and bending at the knees before handing it back to Phil. "I think that that comment basically sums up the way we all feel about the study." Phil began looking at it and reading. "Although the study seems to suggest that empirically speaking men have an advantage when it comes to holding it, this study also fails to take into account that due to a lack of adequate working female restrooms the men ended the study at least an hour before the women because they did not factor in the bus ride home." Phil simply smirked as all of the women began laughing and high-fiving Jill. It was a good moment of victory, and Jill would have to savor that snarky comment as much as possible to distract her for the next hour on what would certainly prove to be a very long bus ride home.
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  45. I enjoy casual wetting myself. I actually do it and show it off in public, wearing light blue jeans so it’s impossible to hide. I’m frequently wetting my pants in public places but I try not to do it where it would require cleanup. Mostly I sit on curbs and steps where it dries or runs down quickly. At the mall, I sit on the toilet and pee my pants! I always feel so happy after peeing myself that I smile ear to ear when I walk around showing my stain. It feels nice.
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  47. Quite. It actually makes for quite good fiction sometimes too, but that's all it is. And at other times it's just a blatant attempt to circumvent the rules which mean a fiction story about a 10yr old couldn't be shared here, but a memory of a "real" experience can. Oh, I almost forgot to share the story of the time when I was 18 and my 19 year old babysitter played this prank on me, dressed only in a leather Basque and then after I wet the bed she dragged me to her bedroom, etc. etc. 🤦‍♂️
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