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  1. Salut, Hello C'est Moi again Laïla Brigitte Laurent, I had a problem with my past account 'cause I lost the paper sheet with the email and the password that's why I haven't been active this long. If you don't remember me I'm the owner of these two stories I posted with my old profile. Go and check https://www.omorashi.org/topic/72844-desperation-diapered-around-paris/#comment-1936164 https://www.omorashi.org/topic/72556-someone-french-here-or-some-internet-omo-french-web/#comment-1933315 So I'm back again with this new Account as I told English it not my mother language but French so I'm gonna give my best to give myself to understand, so If I have some mistake tell me and excuse me. Well I'm gonna start with this new storie It happens me one time ago when I was younger, exactly when I was 20 (Aujourd'hui I'm 25) Me and 3 of my best female friend were celebrating the graduation of the boarding school for ladies (I searched on Google translate But I'm not sure if boarding school it the right word I want to translate. In french the word it's Interne and in Spanish Internado [Oui I speak some Spanish too]) Well the case it's that we were finally having our graduation of the boarding school for ladies after six pretty hard years on that boarding school so we were on cloud nine, we were dreamed we finally got it, so we have the graduation party and after that, we (me and the three female friends) went to dinner on a famously and luxury restaurant on the down town of Paris. Everything good until there but after we ended dinnering we went to a bar to keep celebrating, we danced and we singed and obviously we have some beers and shots, we were all good but suddenly a waiter came close to us and said "I'm sorry ladies but we are closing on ten minutes, please get ready and go out" and yes they were closing. It was 1:30 am in the morning and we went out of the bar but then we realized none of us had gone to the toilet and we really needed to pee SOOO BAD because of all those beers and shots. I Don't know if it's the same thing in all countries but in France when a bar closes if you reached to go to the toilet well but if you are having fun with no time notion as we were and suddenly the bar personal told you they're closing and you didn't reach to go to the toilet you have to find a toilet other where We were on a Paris zone known by having many bars and all them were closing Oh Mon Dieu. We really needed to go to the toilet, we all were dancing and I remember one of my friends was holding pretty hard her crotch. We try to find a public urinating. (In my past post "Desesperetion diapered around Paris" I told you about them) but we weren't on the down town or on the Eiffel tower or a zone with that kind of bathrooms so we decided we had to hide and pee on the street So we started looking a discreet place to hide ourselves and pee, but just when we find a hidden place one of my friends (the one I told you was grabbing her crotch) couldn't hold it anymore and pee her self. I remember how fast pee starting to flooding her jeans and making a great urine puddle underneath her. You could hear the hissing of her pee. Another one of my friends tried to unzipper her jeans and down her panties while squatting to pee but in the process a big spurt bursted out of her body getting wet her jeans and panties but for luck she reached to pee on the street. Me and my ultimate friend reached to unzipper our jeans, down our panties and pee on the street. The relief was spoopy good.
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  3. It happened when I was about to fall asleep, I just started to relax and didnt think anything would happen but then felt the warm puddle form beneath me all of a sudden, I kinda had to arrange my thoughts to realize I was peeing but It felt too good so I continued to pee till I was completely relieved, I even stayed in it for a bit, I got another urge rn so I think I'm gonna continue to wet it for the night. Might put up a camera to film myself wetting in my sleep kinda wanna see how it looks -w- Currently still peeing into my bed and I LOVE it
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  4. I couldn't think of anything interesting to do with princess bubblegum but I quickly figured what I wanted to do with Zee by just seeing one scene of her spells going wrong, so I focused my effort on that, I hope you don't mind too much
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  5. "No, Quiet. We're behind the schedule. No bathroom breaks this VR session. Yes, I know you haven't peed since morning." "Alright, go right here then. Wow, that pee got a weird shimmer to it in VR." "Finally. Can you finish your training now?"
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  6. Watch as Alisha and Gabriella take turns peeing in the same diaper in this super kinky pull-on wetting video. The idea for this video was suggested to us by one of our members. They wanted to see Alisha and Gabriella both pee in the same diaper. Alisha and Gabriella thought this sounded like a fun idea, so that’s what they did for this video. First Alisha pees in the diaper, then she takes it off for Gabriella to put on and pee in.
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  8. So with that out of the way, here is the conclusion. Part 4 Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Laura, Katherine uttered the most beautiful words Laura had ever heard, "Alright, we've really accomplished something this afternoon. I think we all deserve a break. See you outside in the hallway in twenty minutes!" Laura got up from her chair slowly, to avoid wetting herself right there. She kept her legs pressed together and supported herself with her hands resting on her thighs. The pain in her tummy was unbearable. She couldn't stand straight and it felt like her whole inside was brimming with urine. She hobbled through the meeting room towards the door with careful, small steps, criss-crossing her legs while she kept her hands on the front of her skirt. She prayed that no one would beat her to the toilet. She couldn't afford to wait another second and the mere thought almost made her cry in panic! She shuffled out in the hallway, past their office. Further up ahead, she watched the other staff members disappear around the curve up ahead, on their way to the security station. She reckoned that none of them had gotten into the toilet and almost fainted at her luck! She hobbled along as fast as she could, which wasn't that fast due to her constantly scissoring legs. Her bladder ached and throbbed. She almost felt the urine starting to enter her urethra again and she had to cross her thighs even harder not to let go, making her steps even shorter. She reached the toilet door and turned the handle. Oh God, I made it! She thought, overwhelmed with joy. I made it through all these hours and the toilet is free! Oh God, yes! --- She pushed the door open. As the door swung open, she was greeted by the sight of tools still lying around on the floor and a still disassembled toilet cistern. In her head, this was horror flick material. Laura’s eyes opened wide and she screamed in total panic, "OH NO!! OH GOD!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!! WHY AREN'T YOU DONE?!?!!?!" Laura shoved her hands as deep into her crotch as humanly possible, nearly flooding the floor right then and there. The repairman looked up at her and frowned. "Sorry, luv. It seems to have taken a bit longer than planned." Laura cried out in utter despair, crossed her legs and bent down hard while pressing into her crotch through her skirt. "You said you would be done by now! I can't wait any longer! I've been holding it for the whole day!" The repairman eyed the pretty young girl up and down, becoming quite aroused by her desperate display. "What can I say, I'm really sorry, but it's the way it is. You'll have to go find another restroom and it looks like you'd better hurry." Laura knew she had been beaten and immediately set off toward the elevator. She couldn't believe her bad luck. How could she have gotten into this situation? How could there not be one single chance for her to get to a toilet throughout the whole day? It seemed so unreal. She advanced through the security door and further down the hallway to the elevators in that same hunched-over position, twisting her legs around each other while hobbling forward. Her palms pressed onto the insides of her thighs, which was the most she could do in order not to seem too desperate. She reached the elevator and pressed the button for it, curtseying up and down with her left knee bent over her right while waiting the hundred or so years it took to arrive. Finally the elevator doors opened and Laura hobbled in, pressing the bottom floor button and praying for it not to stop on the way. It started to descend and she experienced that dangerous feeling of urine entering her urethra again. She bent down and pressed her thighs together harder than ever before, hoping the pressure of the thigh flesh would clamp it off. Another spurt entered her panties and started streaking down her black pantyhose. She had to cut it off despite the pain of a thousand knives burning in her poor tummy. She was practically crying now, not believing how she could have ended up like this. Just one more minute, just one, and she would be resting on the toilet seat, finally letting out almost nine hours’ worth of urine. She could do it. She HAD to do it! Then it cut to the next scene in her imaginary horror film. The elevator slowed down after five floors, indicating someone was getting on it. "Ohnoohonononononoo! Please, noooo!" Laura said under her breath. The doors opened and a 50-something man in a suit stepped in. She tried to regain composure, but the pain was overwhelming. She knew that if she stood up straight and tried to act normal, she would flood the elevator. The man looked a bit perplexed. "Looks like you really need a bathroom, young lady." "Yes!" Laura sobbed. There was no room for pretence anymore. However embarrassing, she had no choice but to own up to her obvious desperation. "You poor thing," the man said sympathetically. "You'd better hurry off to it when we get down.” What a stupid thing to say! She thought, No, I'd better take it slow and easy so that I piss myself before reaching the toilet! Tears ran down her cheeks as the elevator set off to its destination. Her legs trembled as she continued curtseying down, pressing her thighs and knees together to stem the oncoming flow. The man couldn't help but checking her out through the corner of his eye, but was actually feeling more sorry for her than anything else. He actually felt bad for delaying her on her way down to her ultimate relief. --- The elevator finally reached the ground floor and the door slid open. The man got out and disappeared down the hallway, but Laura was afraid to move. It felt like she would start pissing the moment she changed position from here on, but she had no choice. Before the doors had the chance to close on her, she waddled out and down the hallway leading to the lobby. There were three stalls in the bathroom on the other side of the lobby, so one of them had to be free. It just had to! Laura criss-crossed her legs while trying to speed forward towards the lobby, keeping her hands on her thighs. She panted heavily and sobbed out of the potential humiliation as she felt her sphincter give way during her desperate walk. As she approached the lobby, she felt the horror of urine pushing in all directions inside of her bladder and consequently down her urethra. She tried to squeeze her thighs even harder while at the same time gain some speed, which ultimately was impossible. As she left the hallway and entered the lobby area, her pee had already reached the opening of her urethra and started streaking down her pantyhose as she speed-hobbled forward. She started crying and knew she had only seconds now before the inevitable. She tried to conjure up some momentary strength and increased her pace for a second, clicking her high heels on the hard floor, making the scene all too obvious. Some business people standing around witnessed poor Laura's struggle in full view. Laura pressed her hands as hard as she could through her skirt while taking small and hurried steps across the lobby. The bathroom compartment now within sight, no one waiting outside, one of the doors even slightly ajar! She would make it! Just a few more seconds, she could not give up now! Then - a surge of pain suddenly flowed through her! Oh God, not yet, not here, just a little bit more! She stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her legs hard while pressing her hands into her crotch with all her might. Please, only a few more meters! Please! A massive cramp overwhelmed her and her bladder contracted violently. That was the last straw. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH "OOOHHNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried. She started crying her eyes out in total despair, holding and squeezing her legs together while the pee violently gushed out in every direction with a loud hiss. It soaked through her skirt, even spurting through the material as she half-crouched down, still with her legs crossed. It fell down like a waterfall all around the hem and her black pantyhose were totally drenched. She peed and peed, making a huge ocean around her right in the middle of the lobby with all of these people looking on. Urine gushed out from between her clenched legs, spraying through her skirt around her hands at the front, squirting through in multiple uncontrolled streams in the back and flowing down her pantyhose and feet in glistening rivers. There was so much pee, not one inch of fabric left dry, her humiliation was total. After almost two minutes of gushing and splashing, her bladder finally had gotten rid of a whole day's worth of urine. Laura was devastated and kept on crying. She was so close! She had been holding it for so long and was just about making it! Why this?! Why?! She looked up with her tear-drenched face and saw Katherine standing a few feet away. She had seen the whole thing! Laura sniffled. "Miss Andrews... I... I..." Katherine watched her beautiful assistant, totally soaked from the waist on down, standing in a giant puddle - nay, a minor sea - of her own making, pee dripping from her now dark grey pencil skirt, mascara running down her teary face, sobbing and hulking. "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't make it to the bathroom!!" Laura buried her face in her wet hands and started all-out crying again, partly due to her unfathomable humiliation, but also from the frustration of her inability to get to the bathroom on time. She was so close to making it. She could have, if only that man hadn't been going down with her in the elevator just then, if only the toilet in their hallway had been fixed, if only, if only. Trying to calm Laura down, Katherine reached out and stroked her back. “Sssshhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She felt strangely turned on, being on the giving end of the consolation, almost like a mother caressing her daughter who had an accident in public, trying to assure her that everything was going to be alright. "It's okay, Laura. These things happen. My previous assistant wet herself a couple of times as well." "What?" Laura uttered between her sniffles, startled by her boss's statement. Suddenly realizing what she had just said, Katherine had to gloss it over before Laura could start to suspect anything. Realizing that she may have said too much, she hastily retorted, "She had some issues, a bit of a problem with estimating her own abilities and that put her in some embarrassing situations. I just wanted to say that you're not alone in wetting yourself. I've done it too. Most people have, at one time or another." She led Laura away from the very public scene, back to the elevator, and took her up to the office. "I have a pair of spare pants in my office,” Katherine said to her soaked assistant as they went down the hall. “You can borrow them and take the rest of the day off. Don't worry, I'll tell the others that you felt ill and had to go home" Laura nodded and sniffled as she dried her tears and calmed down a bit. They went into the elevator and rode up to their floor. "I just can't believe that just happened, “Laura said as the two of them entered Katherine’s office. “Every time I tried to get to a toilet I was hindered for some reason or another, it just seems so unfair." "Don't ponder about it, Laura. Sometimes you just have a bit of a hard luck, it happens. Now, get changed and get on home. I'll see you again tomorrow morning as usual.” Laura rode down to the ground floor and sped across the lobby, avoiding any possible eye contact. She noticed a cleaning lady mopping up her lake of urine from the floor and could swear that the businessmen standing by the coffee machine on the other side were pointing and whispering as she headed for the exit. She couldn't help thinking about the chain of events that led to her catastrophic accident and the words of her boss. What did she mean about her former assistant, that she also wet herself a couple of times? Like me? This is the second time I've wet myself on this job. Did she also use to do that? How could that be? Laura walked briskly to her car and got inside. I did wet myself on the first day, but that was only due to my stupid shyness, Laura reflected while driving home. But I have been brought to desperation multiple times on this job since then, not being able to find a toilet until I was absolutely bursting. She became more and more suspicious that Katherine, whose strict policies had been a big factor in preventing Laura from reaching a toilet when she needed one, was actually plotting it all, trying to make her have an accident and only just now succeeding...
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  10. Can you upload the other parts? Thanks
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  11. (This chapter was written for the September writing competition.) *** Shelby enjoyed going on the local dolphin tour. Emmett did too, even if he didn’t admit it. Emmett liked to say that it was weird to do all of the tourist-trap activities in the place where they actually lived. “We can see the dolphins any time we want,” he always told her. “Dad has his own boat. We don’t HAVE to pay for the silly dolphin encounter thing that’s just there to overcharge people from out of town.” But, he was still always pretty happy once they got far enough out to watch the dolphins frolicking. So, Shelby knew what to expect today. Emmett would complain for a bit as they walked down to the docks, roll his eyes at the tourists and the silly performance the ‘pirate sailors’ did as they drove the boat around, and then he’d happily watch the dolphins right alongside her. But, one thing Shelby hadn’t expected was the slushy stand set up next to the dock. It was the height of tourism season, so all sorts of things had been cropping up near the boats. They’d mostly been little stands hawking keychains in the shapes of flamingos, palm trees and, of course, dolphins. Emmett had had to fight very hard to keep Shelby from spending ten bucks on a flamingo shaped stress-ball with their town’s name emblazoned on its bottom. “We LIVE here!” He protested. “Why do you need that? There are hardly even any flamingos around unless you go to the zoo!” He couldn’t talk her out of the slushys, though— The ridiculously OVERPRICED slushys that came in ridiculously oversized cups covered in all sorts of tropical themes. Emmett held one of the cups skeptically, “Toucans aren’t even from here. They’re from the rainforest— When’s the last time you saw a toucan outside your window?” Shelby sipped from her cup. “There was that time one escaped from the zoo.” “That doesn’t count!” Emmett said. Shelby handed Emmett a second cup. “Maybe if you drank this you’d be less cranky,” she said. Emmett sighed and took it. “I’m not cranky, I’m just saying that if you want to sell stuff about our town, it should at least be accurate.” He took a drink. “At least the slushys are good,” he said. They went to wait for their boat, a crowd of tourists had already gathered. “And another thing,” Emmett added. “I still don’t understand why you insist on doing THIS in the first place. We have our OWN boat that we can use by ourselves for a lot less money.” “I like the pirates,” Shelby said. “It’s a history lesson.” Emmett shook his head. While there HAD been pirates here a very long time ago, the performance they were going to see today had very little to do with anything that had actually happened. One of the tourists, an older woman, had turned to face them. “You two live here?” She asked. “You’ve got your own boat?” Shelby nodded, “Yeah. It’s fun living here— I saw a toucan out my window once!” “Amazing!” The woman said. “How often do you see those in the wild?” “That was the first time,” Shelby said. “But, I’m sure there will be more!” “It escaped from the—“ Emmett groaned, returned to his drink. “Never mind…” Emmett finished his drink rather quickly, before the ‘pirates’ had shown up to begin their tour. He frowned as he eyed the huge, empty cup in his hands. He remembered something about these boat tours— One of the ways they differed from going out on DAD’S boat. Dad’s boat had a toilet. Emmett didn’t like USING it— Aim was quite a bit trickier when the water beneath the boat was never completely still. But when he was surrounded by the sight and sound of rushing water for hours, all while getting rocked around by the waves, he seldom had a choice BUT to use it. The tour boats didn’t have toilets. They needed that space in order to cram in a few more seats. It would be a very, VERY bad idea to board one of those after just finishing a gigantic slushy— Not without relieving himself first. He ALREADY felt some pressure inside his bladder; A pressure that was certain to grow. “Shelby, I need to use the restroom, okay?” “We might leave without you,” Shelby warned. “Just jump in the water when the boat’s stopped.” Emmett shook his head. “First of all, that’s gross. Second…” he lowered his voice. “It isn’t going to stop until we’re near the dolphins, and I don’t think I can wait that long. Third, I’m not in a swimsuit.” He gestured to the restaurant beside the docks. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” Shelby shrugged, “Okay. But, if we leave, you’re gonna be real bored waiting for us to come back!” Emmett thought ‘boredom’ was a better thing to risk than ‘pissed pants’. He rushed off for the restaurant. He was greeted at the entrance and awkwardly explained that he just had to use the toilet really fast. Thankfully, he was allowed to do that without buying anything. He released his bladder into the urinal, and stood there a few extra seconds to make sure he’d gotten rid of all of it. He knew that slushy still wasn’t done moving through him, but hoped that this would be enough to allow him to make it through the entire boat trip. Once he was as certain as he could be that no more drops remained inside his bladder, he zipped up and ran back to the dock. The ‘pirates’ still hadn’t shown up. “Feel better?” Shelby asked, tossing her now empty slushy cup into a trash bin. “Y—Yeah,” Emmett blushed. “You know, you should probably go too.” “Nah, I don’t have to,” Shelby said. “You just drank a gallon of slushy,” Emmett said. “You’re GONNA have to. These boats don’t have toilets like Dad’s does, remember?” “I’ll be fine,” Shelby said. “Don’t worry about it.” “You really shoul—“ 
 Before Emmett could continue nagging Shelby into using the restroom, a boat pulled up to the dock. Two men in pirate Halloween costumes stepped off of it and ushered everyone aboard, all the while telling cheesy jokes and ending every sentence with “AAARGH!” Shelby was delighted by the performance. Emmett wondered if his pee-break would have been better spent buying a bottle of ibuprofen. Once everyone had taken a seat, the boat set off into the ocean. Immediately, Emmett was sure that pissing had been the BEST possible use of his time, because the rocking of the boat was quite intense today. The wind grew stronger the farther they got away from land. Yep, a person would be in an awful lot of trouble if they hadn’t peed before getting on this thing… Half an hour later, and Shelby was in an awful lot of trouble. She’d been laughing so much at the ‘pirates’, and having fun talking with the tourists, and she hadn’t even noticed the gradual expansion taking place inside her bladder for the longest time. But, then she took a breath for a moment and became very aware that the slushy she’d drank earlier had ceased to be enjoyable. She wriggled her thighs, tensing them together. Now that she’d realized she had to pee, the urge was increasing at a rapid pace. It was no big deal! She’d wait until the boat stopped and jump in the water, just like she’d told Emmett to do earlier! And, yeah, she was just wearing her regular clothes, but that was fine, wasn’t it? She’d be sopping wet until she could go home and change, but it was better to be soaked in sea-water than in piss, wasn’t it? Except, then there were all the people here… She’d kind of have to explain WHY she’d leapt off the boat, right? She could feign a fall, she supposed, but the walls of the boat were too high for THAT to look realistic. And what if they ‘helped’ her back up before she’d finished peeing? Nope. She’d just have to say she was going into the water to pee. She’d have to announce that to a boat full of strangers. Which was… Honestly, not THAT mortifying of a thought to her. Everyone peed, it was an unavoidable fact of life. She didn’t really ‘get’ why some people got so embarrassed telling others when they had to go. What was there to be ashamed of? Shelby thought her plan was perfect, but then something else occurred to her that made her reconsider it completely. Emmett was going to say “I told you so!” It was childish, but Shelby seriously DID NOT WANT to give him a reason to say that to her. She didn’t want to set the stage for one more incident where Emmett could show off that he was the responsible one. She wanted to prove him WRONG for once, by NOT having an emergency after he’d tried to warn her. So, her mind made up, she ordered her bladder to WAIT. That was easier said than done, however. The motion of the boat against the water, and the nonstop sound of liquid lapping against it, fused into an atrocious tease on her aching middle, prompting threats from her sphincters that told her she might NOT be able to do this. The constant pulsing need in her taut belly was utterly impossible to ignore, and she crossed her legs to try and quell the spasms. She hoped Emmett didn’t notice her discomfort. Emmett DIDN’T notice it, because he a little too distracted— The stream he’d expelled at the restaurant hadn’t been enough for his bladder, it was now throbbing again— Quite a bit more strongly than it had done earlier. ‘You can’t possibly need to go again,’ he tried to convince himself. ‘You just went. You can hold it until— Ah— Th—There’s nothing to hold. You already went. You’re fine.’ His bladder didn’t believe him, and surged more powerfully, causing him to tense his thighs up and bounce his knees for a second. He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. He’d be okay, he’d be okay. He’d probably need the bathroom right away once they got back to land, but he’d MAKE IT there! He hoped. Once the boat had stopped, Shelby was even less sure of her ability to hold it than Emmett was. The boat was STILL now, she could get into the water and relieve the tension inside her body. And then Emmett would say “I told you so.” No. Shelby was going to wait! She could still wait! She was fine! She had to go really, really bad, but she hadn’t started leaking or anything! She could do this! She gritted her teeth and gnashed them together, jiggling her legs, curling her fingers around the edge of her seat. The sound of all that water, so much like what she was dying to do, wasn’t helping at all! Emmett wasn’t doing much better. That slushy had filled him up! He turned to hopefully catch the dolphins as they started to emerge from the water, but he couldn’t concentrate on looking out for signs of their presence— Ripples in the water, a glimpse of a grey fin— All he could see were gallons and gallons of liquid rolling in the wind, and making the liquid inside of HIM roll with it. There was a sudden, bright point of pressure at his opening, followed by a drip of pee emerging, and he shot to his feet. The abrupt movement prompted another drop of warmth into his boxers, and now that he was up he didn’t know what he was actually going to do. He couldn’t just jump in the water like Shelby had suggested earlier, that was so disgusting! But, he couldn’t hold it much longer, either! Nervously, he went up to one of the ‘pirates’. “Uh—Um…” he mumbled. “Arrrgh, what is it matey?” The pirate asked. “I need to… I have to…” Emmett fiddled with his fingers, legs rubbing together. “I need the restroom… Is there some way I can go?” “If it’s a leak ye be needing,” the pirate said. “I’m afraid yer gonna have to wait.” ‘Oh, for the love of— Please, can’t you break character for this at least?’ Emmett mentally begged. “I—It’s… Urgent,” he admitted softly. “Aye, the sea within is as ornery as the sea out there, is it, lad?” Emmett was beginning to think that wetting his pants would have been less embarrassing. “Bring a spring upon ye and run a shot across the bow,” the pirate said. “Wha—“ “Head towards the front of the boat where nobody’s sitting and… Go over the side,” the pirate explained. “O—Okay,” Emmett said. That wasn’t very sanitary… He was sure going to have to pay attention to which direction the wind was moving in. He went back to his seat and rifled through the bag Shelby had brought. Shelby hadn’t paid attention when Emmett had gotten up to talk with the pirate. She was much too focused on restraining her bladder. The need had increased to a fevered level, and she’d needed to go as far as to discreetly press two fingers up against her opening. This brought her a little bit of relief from the relentless pressure, but it wasn’t enough. Her sphincters were tired and didn’t want to keep fighting, she just wanted to let them relax. “Wh—What are you l—looking for?” She asked, watching Emmett dig through the bag. Emmett flushed a bright red. “I— I need to— I’m about to— D—Do something, and—“ He fished his hand-sanitizer out of the bag. “I’m g—gonna need this after!” “Okay…” Shelby said. “What are you—“ Emmett had already rushed off, heading towards the front end of the boat where very few of the seats were occupied. There were two people, but this looked like the most privacy he was going to get and he was too desperate to care too much about that. Still, he had just enough presence of mind to tell those people that they’d have a better view of the dolphins on the OTHER side of the boat so that they’d leave. In order for his stream to clear the wall of the boat, he had to climb onto one of the seats and partially stand atop it, anxiously holding onto it, fearful of falling off. Shelby had stumbled after him, her hand now fully tucked between her legs. Trying to chase after someone with a full bladder while on a boat must have been one of the most brutal things she’d ever gone through. It had only taken a few seconds, but the shooting pains caused by the rocking of the boat and the motion of her own legs had been excruciating. “What are you—” “Shelby, can you please look away?” Emmett begged. “What’s—“ Emmett yanked down his zipper when he felt another repulsive squirt of pee splash into his boxers. Screw it. Having Shelby watch him while he did this was infinitely better than having to sit in his own waste. His stream began to hiss into the ocean and he sighed. “Ahhhh….” “…Oh,” Shelby said after a moment. So, even though he’d peed before getting on the boat, he’d had an emergency anyway? Maybe he WOULDN’T say “I told you so”? Shelby was overcome with the desire to join him up there, but then she got a better look at the position he was in. He was standing up halfway so that he could reach to shoot his pee over the side of the boat, and he was sort of bent over in order to hold onto the seat and not fall… Aiming with only ONE hand… 
If Shelby bent that way, her pee would run straight down her legs. She needed to bend BACKWARDS a little to get it to arc out properly. Add onto that the fact one-handed aiming was already a more difficult feat for her to pull off… For her to do that, she’d need to stand up ALL the way, lean backwards, probably lose her balance on the seat and fall… Or, she could ‘sit’… Which would be more like inching herself out over the side of the boat and… dangling there as she peed. Very exposed, and still at risk of falling— This time back into the water. Neither of these options appealed to her at all. The only other choice available to her would be to jump in the water like she’d planned to do at the start. She didn’t want to have to go home drenched in sea-water, but there were far worse things she could end up drenched in today if she didn’t. She just needed to get permission to go in the water, and this would be over. Emmett finished peeing and zipped up, he climbed down from the seat, shocked at himself for what he’d just done. He sanitized his hands, but he still felt dirty all over. Now that his mind was clear and his bladder empty, he was able to notice Shelby’s problem a little more easily. “I told you to go bef—“ “YOU just pissed off the side of the boat,” Shelby interrupted, stomping her feet with equal parts desperation and indignation. “Don’t you DARE try to tell me off now.” Emmett frowned and turned away, embarrassed. He walked back towards the other end of the both, wordlessly. Shelby followed him. She could see some water sloshing out in the ocean now, as well as the fin of one dolphin. Instead of feeling excited to see the creatures, she just wished they’d tone down on all the splashing. It was making her bladder spasm sharply, and she could feel some warmth forcing its way out through her opening. Shit, shit… She approached one of the pirates and, never one to beat around the bush, said “Is it okay if I get in the water for a second? I need to pee really bad.” The pirate blinked at her for a few seconds, no doubt he was surprised by how blunt she’d chosen to be about her situation. But, Shelby didn’t have the time for him to get over his shock, her body was achingly full and every moment that ticked by was another heavy load of stress added to her bladder. “Er… Yarrr,” the pirate said finally. “The sea, she is much too nasty a beast for such matters.” Shelby had enjoyed the performance earlier, but not right now. Her bladder was giving heavy, agonizing throbs, and she tugged anxiously at her clothing. She was frustrated by the fact the waistband of her pants HAD to be right there— Right where all her pee was stuck. “Huh?” “We have safety protocols we’re supposed to follow,” the pirate whispered. “Everybody has to stay in the boat.” “O—Oh…” Shelby said. “It will only be a minute…” “A lot can happen in a minute,” the pirate said, and Shelby knew that was true, but she was a really strong swimmer and was sure she’d be okay! “I just told someone else to go over the side earlier,” the pirate added. “If you want to try that.” Shelby didn’t want to try that. Whether she stood or did the best approximation of ‘sitting’ she could manage, she could easily fall while pissing and hurt herself. “H—How long until we get back?” She asked instead. “A little bit, we’re gonna stay here for about thirty minutes and then head back.” Shelby wasn’t sure if she could wait that long, but she didn’t think she had much of a choice. She sat back down in her seat, her bladder compressing painfully as she did so. This was so unfair! Since she’d learned to pee standing up, she’d thought that was just IT, she’d be able to easily relieve herself in any situation, just like Emmett could. But, Emmett still had slightly more flexibility than she did, didn’t have to worry as much about the angle of his pelvis and the rest of his body. He could grab onto that seat and bend himself over and forwards, and his pee would STILL go where he wanted it to. Unless she was at the exact right angle, her pee would go down her legs. She turned around and faced the dolphins that were starting to emerge from underwater. They were nice to watch, but she enjoyed it less than she usually did. She kept thinking about how lucky dolphins were, they lived underwater and could just pee whenever and wherever they wanted. A dolphin probably didn’t even know what it felt like to need to go really, really badly and have no choice but to wait. Shelby pressed her hands to her crotch and tried her best to stop thinking about pee. She couldn’t banish it from her mind, though. Her body was so utterly water-logged, the urine must have been seeping into everything. She could feel it in her bones. If the walls of the boat weren’t so high, she might have been able to get away with pretending she’d slipped into the water so that she could let it go… Her bladder cramped up mightily at the thought of emptying, and she squeezed her thighs together. It didn’t help, her need was just getting worse. A squirt of liquid hissed into her clothes and she moaned softly, face scorching red. Sure, maybe she wasn’t embarrassed to have other people know when she needed to pee, but she would definitely be mortified to have an accident in front of everyone here. Her bladder felt as heavy as a bowling ball, and even with her hands buried between her legs, she kept feeling more and more warm gushes of liquid seeping out of her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and her heart was thundering loudly in her ears. She hated herself for not listening to Emmett. Sure, she probably would have filled back up again in the same way he had, but maybe if she’d gotten some out before, she’d at least have a CHANCE of making it. Emmett looked away from the dolphins and back to her, “Er…” he said, and even just that one syllable sounded utterly confused. He may have thought Shelby’s insistence upon peeing like a guy was weird, but in situations like this it ought to have been useful. “Why didn’t you go off the side like I did? If you’re worried someone’ll see how you pee and think it’s weird, all these people are tourists. You won’t ever see them again.” “I just don’t wanna fall off,” Shelby stated through a wince. Her teeth gnashed together as she begged her body to keep waiting. She could feel the dampness between her thighs now, could feel herself starting to lose it. Her bladder was begging to be emptied, her muscles pleading for just one, brief second of relaxation. “Just hold onto the seat,” Emmett said. “I was nervous too, but—“ “If I— If I’m leaning forward like you were, it’s gonna go down my legs,” Shelby tried to explain. Her legs shook, crossed every which way, and rubbed together. “I gotta lean back, and if I’m trying to balance on the chair like that, I could hurt myself.” “O—Oh,” Emmett said. He hadn’t ever thought too hard about it— Lord knew he tried NOT to think about his sister pissing like a dude at ALL— But, he realized now that even if Shelby could pee standing up like he did, it still wasn’t EXACTLY the same for her. There were a few more variables to consider, apart from simply pointing and shooting. He couldn’t believe what came to his mind next, it was about the LAST thing he’d want to do, but he figured he’d be a pretty awful brother if he let his sister wet herself when there may have been a way out of it. “Okay… What if I… I don’t know, hold onto your legs or something?” “What?” “To help you stay balanced even though you can’t grip the seat,” Emmett explained. “I’ll hold your feet steady on it, I guess.” Shelby thought that would work. Her bladder definitely thought it would work, and got a bit too excited at the notion, sending another pulse of liquid down through her sphincters. This time, the hiss was audible. But, hopefully, it blended in with the sounds of the dolphins splashing around. “Are you okay doing that?” Emmett sighed. “It’s going to be one of the most awkward moments of my life, but probably still LESS awkward than if you wet yourself.” 
With her hands glued against her crotch, Shelby struggled to her feet, determined to make it now. She could not part her legs very far, so her steps were tiny and didn’t make much progress. She knew that taking long strides would be her bladder’s undoing, though. Moaning quietly, she reached the other side of the boat where no one was around to see what she was about to do. She had another obstacle now, climbing getting up onto the seat. Lifting her legs up so high made everything much, much worse. She felt a slow, leaky stream begin to flow and her hands grew wet and warm from the liquid flooding into them. She got onto the seat and kneeled there for a few seconds, waiting for Emmett to show up before she tried to stand up on it. Emmett caught up. “O—Okay,” he said. “I’ll put my hands around your ankles, kind of, and help your feet to stay steady. That should work, right?” “Y—Yeah,” Shelby grunted out, beginning to rise up from her hunched, pained position. Emmett started to reach out, and then something made him stop. A little alarm bell was going off inside his head; He was about to touch Shelby’s shoes… Shoes which were drug around on the ground all day, every day, everywhere she went… They were no doubt crawling with all manner of bacteria, and he was going to put his hands on them, and— “Emmett!” Shelby whined. “I thought you were gonna—“ “R—Right—!” Emmett’s hands flew out and grasped around each of Shelby’s ankles, lightly brushing against part of her shoes. Immediately, his flesh felt contaminated and he wanted to let go and pour some of his sanitizer onto them. He forced himself not to, though. Maybe… Maybe his fear of germs was actually a good thing this time? If he was spending all his time trying not to freak out too badly about his hands being dirty, he would give less attention to— Shelby tugged down her pants just far enough to expose her butt. She didn’t WANT to show so much, in case someone ended up walking this way for some reason, but doing it through her zipper would be way too risky under these already taxing conditions. Emmett saw this for only a fraction of a second before he directed his eyes to his hands, still coiled around Shelby’s ankles. ‘L—Look, all the grime on Shelby’s shoes is getting all over your hands now. That’s awful, isn’t it? Too awful for you to notice anything else that might be happening! Yes, yes, your hands are filthy, and that’s all you can focus on. Nothing else.’ Shelby positioned her own hands and finally stopped holding back, piss sprayed from her in a nice, forward arc, splashing gently into the ocean water. Without thinking about it, she leaned her upper body back further as she emptied her painfully full bladder, letting out small whimpers of relief. She didn’t want to get too noisy, she didn’t want to attract attention— Even from a tourist whom she knew would never cross her path again. Her bloated body slowly gave way to absolutely orgasmic relief. “Hmmm…” she hummed a pleased noise, tipping her head back happily while she drained everything away. Finally, her middle had stopped all the awful throbbing and pulsing. Finally, she was done and, to her dismay, the last little bit rolled down her leg. But, that didn’t matter too much. She’d avoided a total soaking, she just had to be grateful for that. She pulled her pants up the rest of the way, and sighed. “Y—You can let go of my feet now,” she said. Emmett did, face burning. At least that was over. Now, if only there was some way he could forget about it forever. Shelby climbed back down, “Thank you,” she said. “Don’t mention it,” Emmett told her. “Really, PLEASE.”
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  13. Hi all, I am big fan of videos in which the person peeing is a little vocal about it. I was wondering if anyone has any videos where the girl wetting says things like "I'm Peeing" or " I couldn't hold it" or something along those lines A couple examples below. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6289386fa0f36 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f18a3770f7f8 * Nudity
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  14. Hello, I started the thread "My Girlfriend" in the download section a while ago, but haven't posted anything for a long time. I have a lot of videos and pictures that I could post if there is interest. Of course I have many stories to tell, but my English is very bad, so this text has now been translated with Google. I want to tell you about an experience I had with my girlfriend. We were driving by car and my girlfriend drank 2 cans of wine with coke. 0.5 liters each. We then looked for a place where she can pee. Unfortunately there were not many options. We then stopped and looked for a tree or a bush, but she needed to pee so badly that she sat down and just peed her pants. J@ wetting near highway.mp4 Luckily we had a blanket in the car that she sat on to let the seat dry. We wanted to go to a restaurant to eat, but now she had wet pants and nothing to change with her. Also no jacket that could cover her butt. After 20 minutes she removed the blanket and sat down straight on the seat. The car has leather seats and she turned on the seat heating. 37 minutes after she peed her pants we arrived at the restaurant. I made 2 pictures for you. You could still see and feel the moisture on her bottom, but it wasn't very noticeable. So we decided to go to the restaurant despite her wet pants. During the meal she drank a large wine spritzer. We sat there for 1 hour and she hasn't been on the toilet since the accident. You could see where she was sitting on the bench because the wood was soaked with moisture. We then drove 20 minutes home and she had to pee again urgently. She ran straight to the toilet and sat down on the toilet with her pants on. I immediately grabbed my cell phone and filmed it. 2nd wetting on wc.mp4
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  15. 789 downloads

    One of my edits from DLEE-342. I don't think anyone has uploaded this full series. Cute girl tries to secretly wet her shorts in restaurant but her friend can tell and she can't stop. *** I don't have the original series. I only have the individual clip edits I've made.
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  16. I second the self-checkout option! I used to be quite nervous about purchasing too, but people really don't care what you're picking up from the shelves, and I can guarantee they probably won't even think they're for you! Plus, people use pullups for all sorts of things such as post-partum and heavy periods these days, so even if they did notice, their minds probably aren't going to go where you think they will go.
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  17. Dearest @Lillypad, unless you tell the store employees, they will not know they are for you. Are there any stores near you with self-checkout options? So you don’t even need to interact with anybody…? If not, and you are still worried - just use my old trick… as you pay, make a point of asking for the receipt: “please can I get the receipt, in case I have picked up the wrong ones for them…” But really, this shouldn’t be necessary. They really won’t think they are for you, and most importantly - they surely just don’t care what you are purchasing… I’d be more worried buying anti-fungal cream… 🤪 If the above is no help.. can you just order online? If you don’t want such items delivering to your home, services such as Amazon lockers could be an option… I hope you manage to get them. Good luck!!
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  18. We lay for about a half an hour still and quiet body to body. The time was at my side, the longer we waited, the longer we would lie, the more and stronger would she need to wee. ”I have no more room .”whispered Margot in my ear. This time i really did not understand what she meant and so i asked “room for what?” ”No Room for more wee in my bladder. My bladder is blowing up like a balloon, it will burst if i don’t wee very soon.” she answered. “I told you that i did read a lot of pee holding and a lot about bursting full bladders. They wrote that a full bladder can get stretched and expanded until it gets two or three times bigger after being full.” i said. “Maybe but i can’t anymore, i did not pee since 20 hours, it hurts so much, please bring me somewhere where i can go, let me finally pee.” Margot was begging. I could not make her wait any longer, we had to leave now. On the way to my car, she looked at some bushes. It would have been so easy for her to squat and to get relief from her torture, but she did not, she went with me to the car. She was standing with her wonderful, slim, bare legs tight crossed until i opened the door and she did get in full to burst, with her bladder full from longer than 20 hours. “Where are we going?”she wanted to know. ”To our flat.” i answered. “Oh no, you can’t do that! You can’t bring me there where i could not pee yesterday before sleeping and there where i could not wee today in the morning. That is not fair, i need to pee now, i have been holding it for so long,i have to pee now, you can’t torture me any longer.” she said. ”Girl you you can’t even nearly imagine how much you turning me on. You are so absolutely sexy for me and your full bladder makes me totally crazy. I MUST fuck you before you pee, i have to have sex with you full like that and then I’ll let you wee in a bucket, or in a jug.” i said with a soft and begging voice. ”I am afraid that i will wet your bed.” she answered, but agreed. I think that she was aroused too from the situation and from squeezing steady her young pussy shut. I relished every minute beside the desperate girl.” On the way from the parking lot to the flat we had to stop sometimes for her, to cross her legs and to bend over. It was no risk that she could disappear to the toilet for a much needed pee, there was not any. It did take not even one minute until we were naked. Her visible pregnant bladder between her hipbones increased my horniness. Margot was absolutely awesome, she did let me spread her slim thighs, she did let me lie with all my weight on her swollen belly without that she was leaking, she must had a valve in her slit between her thighs. I was so horny, i had to be careful not to cum in seconds. I fucked her as hard as i could and she did let me do it. She slid with her little ass around under my body and she whined from lust and from her unbelievable strong urge to wee. ”Oh my god, you burst my bladder!!!” she wailed, but that made me to fuck her more harder and to press with me hand in her swollen belly. If i pushed my penis extreme hard and deep inside her and if i pressed to the same time hard on her bladder, i could feel how the wee was squirting out of her. After we had a fantastic sex together, i brought her measuring jug, unbelievable how hard and how long that girl pissed and unbelievable how much wee the girl could hold in her wonderful, super slim body. She pissed exactly 1.100 ml and if i count the amount what she pissed my bed during fucking, she was holding 1.200 ml inside her girl bladder. After her peeing, we did stay for another half an hour in the bed, then she did get up, did take the jug and pissed pissed again until the jug was absolutely full. I did take it and put it on n the table. 2.000 ml hot, dark yellow and strong smelly girl wee was inside. I was so turned on and aroused from that i was horny enough to fuck her a second time. I looked at the jug and wished for myself that she should have to be forced to hold all that at once in her bladder. A skinny girl with a 2.000 ml bladder would be a dream!!! I like to remember on Margot, she was a great girl and she was super good in pee holding. I hope you did like my experience with Margot!? I had some other experiences with her, great too, but not 21 hours holds. Maybe I’ll write some.
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  19. I personally find it way more hot when the person says similar simple things like that in a video. Either a shocked or incredibly turned-on declaration of, "omg...I'm peeing my pants...", or whatever kind of clothing they're wearing. Here's an old example video that probably has been posted here a million times over the years. fatbooty.mp4
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  20. Sara woke up in the morning well-rested. She went to bed at 11 last night and woke up at 9. Sara was always busy with her job as a secretary. She never had time to herself. She'd either be working, cleaning, or sleeping. Today was her first day off in a few weeks. She was working a bunch to get enough money to move out of her apartment. She found a cute house that was being offered for a good price. Anyways, Sara woke up with a lot of energy. The first thing she did was approach the bathroom. She thought for a minute about using it, but she had a little thing for holding it. Sometimes she even purposely peed her pants. She hasn't done it in a while due to how busy she was. She remembers back in college when her friend Lucy came over. They even ended up hooking up, but alas they wanted to go different ways so they mutually broke up. Sara hasn't had fun like that in a long time. So today she decided she would. Sara skips the bathroom and heads right to the kitchen. She makes herself a cup of tea. She gets out 2 slices of bread and throws them in the toaster. She starts it and heads to the living room to start a movie. She looks at the steaming service she had and finds a funny sitcom from 2000. She starts it and immediately loves it. *POP* The toaster was finished. Sara stood up. Her bladder makes its presence known. She giggles at it and skips over to the toaster. She grabs the two pieces of toast, puts them on a paper plate and butters them. She sprinkles a good amount of cinnamon on the bread. She takes a bite and smiles. She returns to the couch. She sits in a criss-cross position. Her eyes focused on her food and the show. She sips the tea she made earlier, knowing that it's going to go straight to her bladder. She finishes the toast after a half hour. Sara stands up to throw away the paper plate. She feels the tea filling her bladder. She laughs again and makes herself another cup of tea. She sits back on the couch and spreads her legs a bit and pushes a bit. She tried to leak a bit into her panties, but her body said no. She gets back up and goes to her room. She pulls her panties down and the cool air shocks her privates. She pushed at the same time and managed to squirt a little jet of pee onto the panties and floor. She giggled and pulls the panties back up she rubs herself a little bit before taking the panties off and putting a fresh pair of teal panties on. She looks through her dresser and finds a white dress with a bunch of blue flowers on it. She puts it on and admires herself in the mirror. She picks the dress up and looks at her panties. She leaves her room and returns to the couch. After 3 cups of tea and an hour of her bladder filling she finally has started holding herself. Her bladder was an average size, but it filled slow. Hence why her desperation didn't get that bad. The time was 11:30. She's been holding her pee in since 10:50 last night. She definitely needed to go now. If she stopped holding herself she probably would slowly leak and pee herself on her couch, but she wasn't going to stop holding herself. Sara stood up slowly and slammed her thighs together so she wouldn't leak. Even if she wouldn't mind leaking into her panties. She waddled to the bathroom and grabs a thick towel. She waddles back to the couch and places the towel on the ground in front of the couch. She knew she was going to pee herself. She just didn't know when. She started another episode of her sitcom. A funny joke gets told and Sara laughs pretty hard. She feels her muscles weaken and she squirts some pee into the teal panties she had on. Sara gasps and hops up on top of the towel. She thinks for a moment on how she wants to do this. Another leak happens. A few drops hit the towel. Sara figures out what she wanted to do. She puts her hand on her dress and shoves it in between her legs. She crosses her legs as she pushes the pee out. It takes time but eventually she feels the warmth flow out and soak her panties and dress. The blue flowers on the dress turning a darker shade. Her panties becoming a dark grey. The warm liquid flows down her legs. Sara hasn't felt this in a very long time. She lets out a loud moan. The towel gets wet as well. Sara drops to her knees and moans again. She lets go of the dress finishes peeing in her panties. Sara starts to rub herself through her wet panties. She moans and shakes with each run. After a minute if rubbing she climaxes which causes her to squirt more into her panties. Her whole body shakes as she comes back down. "Oh... My..." After Sara catches her breathe she stands up and uses these towel to wipe herself down. She goes into the bathroom and pushes her last little bit of pee into her panties. She takes her clothes off and climbs into the shower. What a fun way to start the day. FIN
    3 points
  21. I really want to buy pull ups but I'm to nervous if I buy them, the people at the store will know they're for me
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  23. When your bladder is so filled from one accident I have a really tough time not having another accident shortly after... at times the second accident is even more pee. Do others have this issue or is my bladder capacity unique?
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  24. 1,504 downloads

    Requested in thread: Unknown who the girl is
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  25. For me it started when I was about 5-6 years old, I think what first started it was peeing in the pool for the first time, then witnessing some of my friends at school have accidents, I found it funny so I also started peeing in my pants on purpose until I could see a wet spot, I found it really funny and I guess in a way "rebellious" to do, so I kept doing it. Fast forward a bit more than 10 years later and im still peeing in the pool and still peeing my pants until i see a wet spot >:3 and its just as fun hahaha
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  26. A while back someone suggested that I do this but I didn't want to as I didn't have the right mattress protection. Well, now I do. I was originally trying to see one more time if I could pee in my sleep (and even now it seems I can't). I couldn't get to sleep before I had to pee really badly and realized I wasn't going to get to sleep as I was now, so I walked into the bathroom, pulled my pajama pants down, but left my underwear (black boxer briefs) up, sat on the toilet, and peed. Then I pulled my pajama pants back up over my wet underwear and climbed into bed. I was able to fall asleep, and when I woke up, my underwear was still damp. I had to pee again, so I wet my pajama pants all the way. Then I got out of bed, showered, washed the sheets and my wet pajama pants, etc.
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  27. I believe what got me interested in wetting was an accident I had as a child. A bunch of us neighborhood kids were enjoying the snow and sledding down a large hill. I was having so much fun, and did not want to go home to pee, I just kept ignoring my need. Soon it got too much to hold and I started pissing my pants underneath my nylon snowpants. No matter what I did I could not stop the piss from flooding my snowpants. I was so embarrassed until I realized that you could not tell from the outside what I had done. I remember to this day how wonderful it felt to have gotten away with a full blown wetting in front if my friends. To this day I believe that experience is what started my wetting and snowpants/snowsuit fetishes.
    2 points
  28. I love this video too. It's a long dialogue, but here some highlights: 0.0 Guy: what are yoi doing? What do you want? Patricia: May I go pee? Guy: (joking) no, I'm not your teacher and no, you can't Patricia: I've been holding it for half an hour Guy: let me alone, I don't care ... 0.15 I will try to hold it But, do you have to make that face to hold it? Yes, please hurry up! ,,, 0.45 I can't think, i'm peeing myself (Joking) you can never think, the pee issue is independent PLEASE PUT THE VIDEO, QUICKLY! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! (speaking at slow speed on purpose). Then now I will speak slower... Please, please, please, please, i don't see anything here where i can pee ...
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  29. I woke up with a full bladder this morning and went on my phone for a bit, I was squirming around the entire time and i was about to explode, but then I heard the bathroom being occupied and knew that I couldn't go for an hour or more. So I continued to squirm around and laid down on my stomach (bad idea) kinda forgot that my bladder was not gonna make it... It was getting really hard to lay still no matter my position so I tried to lose up but I had immediate leaks it lasted about 6-10 seconds till I got it under control, it was hard because of how good it felt but I tried not to wet myself to see if I was up for a small challenge. Challenge failed I accidentally put pressure onto my bladder and it Immediately splurged out and all over myself and my bed again, after trying to control the stream I gave up and continued to piss all over myself, I was laying on my stomach and had to let my quiet moans into my pillow, it was the first time that my relief was so good that I'd have to moan and I even got a bit hard as I felt it on my thighs and stomach. It was still running down my legs when I wanted to sit up, that's why the stain looks so weird on the left, kinda managed to sit above the stain when I took the picture. Ough I just can't stop peeing now, it just tinkles out as soon as my bladder fills a few drops! I'm just trapped in a loop of peeing! Whenever I'm done it filled up enough to pee another round and so on...it just feels so good I even came a bit afterwards
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  30. I wanted to change into some grey sweatpants to Wet but couldn't open the pants and started to get super frustrated (when I'm stressed in any way badly I always need to pee) so is started squirming around to avoid another wetting, the squirming made it harder to get the buttons open and I started to leak down my thigh so I got even more frustrated and leaked again so I just said fuck it and with a small push i peed all over them (I get shy sometimes even when I'm alone lol) and I tried varied ways of standing to spread it as much as I could around the jeans for warmth and comfort. It was all out with 2-3 pushed. It would flow for a while after each push but stopped even tho I was farm from relieved so there had to be a few pushes~ The sound of it dripping onto my floor was so awesome and relaxing, it made it a bit easier for me to pee. It didn't really go to the end of the jeans because their wide but it still soaked my socks good...~w~ahh I just love it so much, the warmth,comfort and relief! ^w^ I'm getting another urge as I write this! (Ik I wet quite alot but yk, more stuff to post and more relief!) Front and back pics, my pants are quite small because I'm kinda short lololol
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  31. Suspicious video

    "Hey! I saw you on TV last night!"
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  32. This video is not complete, can you upload the rest of it? Thanks!
    2 points
  33. That's unfortunate, at least I managed to translate some of his old fantasy comics before he deleted them, anyway here your request Original Artist: ドドメス3世 Artist's Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/36727687
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  34. Thank you for your request Notjing, here you go, this should be the comic you requested right? Original Artist: かくうめ Artist's Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/4640347
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  35. I stopped the hold and peed myself all over my armchair when I got distracted by something while being on my phone. I'm still currently sitting on the soaked spot and there's still coming some pee out of me once ever few seconds, the warm feeling when it runs down just feels so goooooood I wish it would last forever. I really love being warm especially on my legs so wetting is the best thing I can do in cold winters or always. And earlier I was normally using the toilet and I dropped the toilet paper Role and got up without think while I was still peeing and it felt so good! Definitely gonna wet for the whole night !
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  36. Wish I could help. I have a for real bedwetting issue so it happens when I am sleeping and not idea on tips to give you how to bedwet when awake. I was a chronic bedwetter growing up and ... shhhhhh don't tell my mom.... but sometimes if I woke up already wet but had to pee still and too tired or not awake enough to get out of my bed I would pee myself. I think I was on my side or on my stomach when I did this. So maybe try wetting the bed when laying on your front instead of back.
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  37. I really want to DL this but the link seems to be broken... thanks for the effort. Can you reupload?
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  38. View File Desperate Wetting in Front of Toilet After getting more drunk than expected at a friends birthday party. I came home absolutely desperate to piss. As soon as I walked in the door I ripped my jeans off just leaving my under layer I had on to stay warm. I make it to the front of the toilet and start to piss myself, collapsing to the floor in relief as I continue to soak my pants. This is the first time I have ever wet anywhere in my home besides the shower. It felt AMAZING! Submitter bdp Submitted 09/24/2022 Category Male  
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  39. Another 2 requests from discord "Alice angel desperate to pee" for The ray of sting "Padme from Star Wars episode 2 when she is chained to the pole, except she is bursting to pee and leaking into her leggings" for Middlingace
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  40. Even a functional illiterate such as myself is completely captivated by the description of your wife having an almost impossibly capacious bladder. When your creative juices get the urge, please write a descriptive tale about her superhuman urinating abilities. Situationally, perhaps a time your wife found herself endlessly peeing in a public restroom where every other woman's bladder capacity was infinitesimally small by comparison. Hyperbole is quite welcome as there are those of us who have the ability to suspend disbelief.
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  41. Part 9 A month has gone by since our first day of college, and everything has been going great. Abby and I are better than ever, both as a couple and in terms of our shared fetish. Abby and Izzy truly have become fast friends, spending nearly all of the time I'm not with Abby, together. And Izzy and and I have become good friends as well, striking up our own little ticks. After that first night where we inadvertently welcomed Izzy into our naughty realm, things have slowly but surely gotten... Interesting? I guess? It started out normal for two weeks. Out of embarrassment, we tried to keep Abby's wetting and messing to ourselves as much as we could. We'd only do so when we were alone or when we knew Abby could clean up quickly. And that worked for a while, but pretty soon Izzy caught on and told us to stop hiding around on her account. She said she meant it when she said she didn't mind Abby's "accidents," and to just be ourselves regardless if she's around. So pretty soon, we did just that. Just the other day the three of us were on our way back to their dorm when Abby said she needed to pee. I obviously gave her a look of approval, but Izzy suggested she just let it go. I thought that was very forward of her, but before I could give it any more thought, Abby did exactly that, and wet her athletic shorts as she walked. I must admit, it was an incredibly sexy scene witnessing my girlfriend wet herself on the move next to our new friend. And if I wasn't mistaken, I thought Izzy enjoyed it as well; she had a noticeable blush and I thought her nipples poked out? I chalked it up to her possibly being turned on, because I sure was too. I had to, *cough* situate myself, to avoid popping a tent of my own in my pants. Unfortunately that was painfully obvious to the both of them. Abby gave me a giggle, grabbed my hand and kissed my check, while Izzy looked away with a laugh herself. Nothing was spoken though, and I figured we may have come to an interesting understanding. Which brings us to today. Like I said, we're a month in to the year, so we've gotten into the swing of things. We've settled into all of our classes, even taken a few tests. Now it's Friday night, it's been a long week, and in typical college fashion, the three of us decided to kick back with some booze. I got us all some beer, some wine, even a fifth of vodka to welcome in the weekend. We were all just drinking and hanging out late into the night in their dorm, listening to music, and then things really got interesting. We all had a good buzz going when suddenly: Abby: "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Abby was just sitting on the floor and randomly began peeing herself in her dark green leggings and panties. "Gahdamn that's hot babe." I said in response. "Why thank you!" She said back to me. She gave me a big smile and I could tell she was pretty tipsy by how red her cheeks were. Although, some of that redness was due to her being turned on as well. I reached over and felt the wetness on her inner thigh, without directly groping her in front of Izzy. "Gees, you really know how to drive me crazy..." "Get a room you two!" Izzy said, laughing. We joined in and had a good drunken laugh. "We're in a room!" Abby said through the laughter, which all just made us laugh even harder. We continued our drunken laughter for maybe another minute before: "Oh my gosh I think I peed myself even more from all that!" Abby said. "I almost did too!" Izzy said. It was here where I decided to keep mostly quiet and see where things were going. I had been observing izzy to see if my suspicions of her being turned on the other day were true, and I think they were. Her cheeks are red again, nipples pointing through her shirt, and as we continued to drink, the bolder we all got, beginning with Abby's wetting. "God it does feel good though. Thank God I'm in college and never have to worry about who sees me anymore. It's so freeing..." Abby said. "Yeah... Can I ask you something?" Izzy said. "Here we go" I thought to myself. The booze has emboldened Izzy to ask the question I had hoped she would ask. "So what's it feel like?" Izzy said, blushing. "To... You know... Go in your pants?" "Have you never had an accident before?" I said to her. "We'll of course I have but not in a long time! And besides, those were always actual accidents, not intentional like it is for Abby." I laughed, but Abby chimed in. "No that makes sense" she said. "Having an actual accident versus wetting or even messing yourself on purpose is totally different. One can be scary and embarrassing, while the other is warm, inviting, naughty, and... And sexual! It's all about intention and how you go into it mentally." "So like... It's a good feeling then?" Izzy asked. "Well duh!" Abby exclaimed. "I wouldn't do it if it wasn't! It always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and certainly makes me horny too..." I loved how forward Abby was being, but I wasn't sure how izzy would respond. She was sitting with her knees to her chest with what I thought was a look of embarrassment as she glanced at me, but Abby quickly rectified the situation. "Don't let Alex being here make it weird, why do you think we work so well together? He loves it just as much as I do!" Then I jumped in. "Oh hell yeah! I may not have accidents myself, but in my opinion there's nothing more attractive than a woman who wets and poops herself." Izzy seemed to relax. "That's crazy! I'd never thought of it that way!" She said. "Don't knock it till you try it!" Abby said. It was here where I poured us all another drink. We were all easily 3-4 drinks in, including glasses of wine and shots of vodka. Its safe to say we were well drunk, if not bordering on sloppy drunk to be honest. Abby slowly began to slur her words while sitting in my lap with her wet pants. My head was swimming but I still had a good handle on the situation for now. Izzy really seemed to be the most gone, stumbling around with her eyes half closed. As Abby set in my lap, I could really tell how horny she was. Her whole ass was soaked with her pee, but with her arms wrapped around my neck she whispered in my ear: "I want you to touch me." Now it was my turn to blush bright red. As I did, Izzy sat back down and saw this all unfold. While she couldn't tell what Abby had said to me, she was able to tell something was going on, even with all the drinks she's had. "Damn guys, you two really do seem to get into it with Abby's accidents." Izzy said. "You don't know the half of it" Abby replied with a sultry look in Izzy's direction. Then, on that Friday night at midnight, as if right out of an 80s college movie, something amazing happened. "Ok I'm gonna do it!" Izzy said. "Yeahhhh girrrrrlll!!!!" Abby yelled, getting to her feet. "Piss yourself girl!" I remained seated, just trying to soak everything in. "Ok ok ok I'm gonna do it!!" Izzy stood up and tried to steady herself. "Ok yeah just let it out girl! Just go for it! Let it rip!" Abby cheered. Izzy straightened out her t shirt and her black Capri leggings. She kind of braced, spread her legs about an inch or two apart. She didn't say a word, and then... "I'm going I'm going! It's coming out!" And sure enough, we all heard the tell tale sound of pee rushing out of Izzy's vagina and into her panties and leggings, before running down her legs and soaking into the carpet. "Oh my goshhhhh" Izzy said, trying not to fall over. "That really is warm! It feels incredible!" "See! I told you so!!" Abby yelled. "Man, I see why you guys are really into this!!" Izzy said, this time running her hand up and down her crotch as her stream tapered off. "Now you're getting it!!" Abby said. "It's convenient and freaking hot!!" Again, I simply say and enjoyed my view of these two beautiful women in their soaking wet, peed in pants. "Ok you got me, I'm hooked." Izzy said. "This feels way too good just to be a one time thing, even when I'm drunk!" "Ooooh that's some dangerous talk there girl, you really think you're in??" Abby replied. "Oh I'm IN in Abby, hell yeah!" Izzy said. They then both jumped and hugged eachother while laughing. But amid all that jumping, they suddenly stopped and Abby let outa *monstrous* fart. "Peeing yourself is only half the fun Izzy!" Abby said. After a moment of silence, we all laughed the hardest we had all night. After minutes of laughter we were all back on the floor trying to catch our breath. I couldn't wait to see where these new developments took my relationship, and our friendship.
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  42. In this Point-of-View video Gabriella reacts to you wetting your pants in front of her. Imagine that you go to visit your friend, Gabriella, but upon arriving she playfully blocks you form going to the bathroom, unaware how desperate you are. Unable to hold it, you have an accident in front her. After teasing you for a bit, she tries to make you feel better by peeing in her shorts, then inviting you into her bedroom for some fun. vid_1183_promo_omo.mp4
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  43. Ah...everyone's first time. Such a storm of emotions and sensations! It hardly ever goes exactly the way you had it pictured in your head, but goddamnit, it was still a fuckin' blast! Mine was no different... So, let's rewind back to Fall 2008. I was 22, and had just moved back to my "hometown"(we kinda moved around a lot when I was little, didn't settle until I was in 5th Grade) of Bible Belt, Tx from Austin, where I had attended culinary school. I was finished with all my actual bookwork classes and just lacked a 6 month internship to finish my degree. No fuckin' prob, Bob. I got hired on as an Exhibition Chef at one of the local private Christian universities; of which there are three. Yeah. I had a happenin' adolescance(not really). My first week was like all the other new kitchens I ever worked in; which means I spent most of my time just learning where everything went. Things were falling in place on my end, and my (ex-)wife had just gotten a job with Bible Belt ISD. The stage is set! Now. Before we go any further I have to clear something up...I was not a "Good Husband." Never anything voilent or anything like that, just...well, I was an asshole, what can I say? I was young, stupid, under-sexed, and over-imaginative. What could possibly go wrong? And believe me when I tell you, there is no bigger mainline to my ego, than that which comes in the form of countless nubile hot college girls and fresh-out-the-closet cute twinks(some more out than others) telling me how awesome my food is day in and day out. It was fucking amazing! My first weekend comes. I'm the FNG, so naturally it's just me, a supe, and a skeleton crew of about 10 or so to run lunch and dinner(there's like 75 of us altogether during the week). Enter: my weekend supervisor, let's call her..."Roxy"(names have been changed to protect the "innocent"). "Roxy" was 35 at the time, 5'7", 175 lbs, pale creamy skin, dark long hair, and a heart-shaped face that had the most wonderfully mischievous smile, set off by a pair of striking green eyes(evil lady indeed! :p). Niether of us at all aware of the storm that was about to engulf and entangle our two lifes. I had A LOT of "Firsts" with "Roxy," she was both my first "Other Woman" and "Older Woman", my first time giving a rimjob(that's another story entirely!), and most importantly, she was the first woman to ever let me watch her pee in person!!! 😄😍 I don't remember verbatim exactly how our first conversations went, I just remember the two of us hitting it off almost immediately. I do remember that weekend being kinda slow; football game was out of town, not really a whole lot going on. We were joking around with each other, laughing, and generally just having a great time. There was something in the air between the two of us, we both felt it. Despite the fact we both knew neither of us were single. After the break-down and cleanup of lunch, I had dinner in a holding pattern so "Roxy" and I told everyone to clock out and take a break. And that's when I fucked up. You see, I have this secret weapon. I didn't know it at the time, and to this day it is still astounding to me just how much of a turn-on this particular skill is to certain members of the opposite(and same! :p) sex: I can play piano. I can play piano quite well. So well in fact, that before I went to culinary school, I dropped out of being a music major at Texas Tech University. So well in fact, that the years prior to my short-lived college life, I had inadvertantly made a name for myself as one of the top 3 classical pianists in the town of Bible Belt, Tx under the age of 18. I had never fully realized just how much sexiness I had literally at the tips of my finges every time they hovered over a "full 88" keyboard; not until that fatefull day. The Bible Belt Christian University student dinning hall had a baby-grand piano off to the side. So I naturally did what I always did whenever I found myself near an empty piano bench in public: I sat down at the bench, cracked my knuckles, and found Middle C. I started with "Drops Of Jupiter" by Train, followed it up with "Fuck U" by Cee-Low Greene, and finished it off with "Purple Rain" by Prince(RIP. There will NEVER be another!) Now, bear in mind, I'm just dickin' around passing the time. I released the final chord to "Purple Rain" and I notice it's super quiet. Not a reaction I'm used to if I'm being honest. I look over at the table "Roxy" is at along with 3 other co-workers. The other 3 start clapping and cheering, but "Roxy" was beet-red in the face and had a look I could only describe as "Pure Unadulterated Lust." I mean, she might as well had a full Ahegao going on, it was that intense! I asked her about it later on that night. I'll never forget what she said: "omigod the piano is so fucking sexy! The entire time you were playing, all I was thinking about was wanting to rip your clothes off and have you keep playing while I stradled you naked and fucked your brains out!" Apparently that was a huge fantasy for her; one that I was more than happy to fufill for her, but that's yet another story! 😉 And so began our sexual adventures together. Few weeks later and "Roxy" and I are in full swing. She knows about my pee fetish, I know how turned on she gets when I nibble on her clit(the answer is "Extremely!") Our schedules were down to a science. Every morning I'd get a naked selfie right as I'm clocking in. I would constantly send her dirty texts of all the depraved and deviant things I wanted do with and to her body the next time we had a day off together. Which didn't turn out to be that long. The town of Bible Belt, Texas has 3 disc golf courses. It is here at one these parks our next scene takes place. It's late September. "Roxy" and I have fooled around several times, but thats it. We both had Wednesday off. So once my (ex-)wife left for work, I texted "Roxy" to see what she had going on. And an hour later we are snuggling with each other at the base of an old pecan tree near the back creek at "Joe Old Park"(not the parks real name). Snuggling led to kissing, kissing led to making out, making out led to heavy petting, and we all know exactly where heavy petting leads to! Our particular pecan tree was around 30 feet inside the treeline, and about 15 or so from the creek bed. We both got more and more passionate; her sucking on my tongue, driving me out of my mind, me with one hand down her pants, gently massaging her clit over her blue boy shorts, the other under her shirt unhooking her bra with one hand(can still seamlessly do it today using either hand!). We both paused for a half second. Just long enough for the both of us to quietly acknowledge what was about to happen. Next thing I realise, I felt a draft on my crotch and "Roxy's" hand around the shaft of my hard dick. I in return, slid my left hand inside those blue boy shorts, and slowly and slightly moved the tip of my middle finger in and out of her wet pussy. She was still sucking on my tongue(which I fucking love!) and giving my throbbing cock gentle pumps with her hand. Our rhythms started to synch, our body movements slowly matched up. "Roxy" looked around one last time before she stood up and removed one bare leg from her pants, never breaking eye contact with me. Seeing those deep emerald pools of her eyes, that wicked cheshiresque grin and the promises of physical bliss that they hinted at, I followed suit and promptly freed a leg from my pants. "Roxy" gently stradled me, and started to slowly but firmly grind her warm wet snatch against my granite-hard cock. She put her mouth close to my ear and whispered "I don't understand how you can constantly keep making so fucking horny, but I can't get enough of it!" And with that, she lifted her hips and slid the tip of my dick into her pussy. With sigh, she lowered herself down the length of my throbbing cock nice and slow. Her being so wet I was balls deep inside her by the time she settled her hips against mine, and her tender mouth on top of my lips. We just sat there for a moment, our bodies pressed together. I did a kiegel deep inside her and she moaned softly, she responded by gently squeezing my dick with her pussy. My god it felt spectacular! For 5 minutes the only thing either of us moved were our kiegel muscles. I have no words. Goddamn it felt incredible! Slowly we each started moving our hips. Slow, gentle movents at first. Then soon slightly faster, a little more fierce. Before long I was thrusting as deep inside her as I could, my lips against hers in an effort to keep us both from screaming out; us being in a public park and all. "Roxy's" hips started taking the lead, accompanied by a series of cute little grunts. Faster and harder, harder and louder. It was getting more and more difficult for me to hang on, but I could tell she was getting closer as well. With a final moan "Roxy" slammed her hips down one last time as she came, sending me over the edge. I thrust my cock as deep as I could inside "Roxy," emptying my balls of all fluid. 6, 7, 8 ropes of hot cum. All for "Roxy." We just sat there, the two of us just breathing. "Roxy" had her forehead against my neck, both arms around me. She brought her head up and kissed me deeply. "You're amazing," I heard her whisper. "Close your eyes, I got one more surprise for you, baby." I could hear the smile in her voice; I closed my eyes. I leaned my head back against my new favorite pecan tree. I felt a breaze cool off my face. I heard the chirping of birds, a few incoherant voices behind me past the treeline, and the rustling of clothes immediately in front of me. I could't help but smile. "Open your eyes." And there in front of me completely naked stood "Roxy." One hip cocked to the side, and that grin on her face. She sighed as she looked down her stomach drawimg my eyes down as well. She spread her pussy lips with both hands and released a fountain of warm yellow piss right in front of me. I was so shocked I forgot how to breathe. It was actually happening! A woman was peeing in front of me and letting me watch!!! It looked so. Fuckin'. HAWT!!! I was intantly hard again. My breathing came back with a vengence, bordering on hyperventilation. I still couldn't believe this was happening. This is what I'd wanted since I was 5 years old, before I even understood the concept of what sex was, let alone fetishism. And just like that she was finished. Leaving me dumbfounded and wanting more. She must've been able to read the look on my face 'cause the next thing she said to me was "Aww, don't worry honey. There's plenty more where that came from!" And so there it was. The first time I saw a woman pee in front of me and I was too shocked in the moment to do anything fun about it! I have never made that mistake a second time! So that's my story. Sorry it ended up being kind of a lengthy read. I get carried away sometimes. I hope you enjoyed it tho! Til next time!!! Let's chat! hmu anytime
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  44. Hello everyone! Sorry for my inactivity but for some reason I just haven’t brought myself to write anything. For me, I write off of inspiration of my thoughts, so I just have a hard time finding inspiration to come back and write. However, I’m looking to write a new little series here about a diapered basketball team. I’d love feedback to see if you’re enjoying it so I can hopefully keep writing. Enjoy! Chapter 1: My New Job As I brushed off the excess dust off my keyboard, I sighed with annoyance. The only thing more annoying than a slow computer was a dusty slow computer. However, the dust was the least of my issues. Flashback to the summer of this year, I promised my mom that I would get a job on campus, and that I would support myself on campus this year. I was entering my second year and starting my major in sports medicine but failed to achieve the sky high grades I promised my parents. As a result they decided to cut the spare money they were giving me to spend on campus. I went on to the schools website and scanned the job page for anything. Waiter? No Cashier? No Customer service? No. All of a sudden something popped out to me on the screen: assistant trainer. It was perfect. Both an opportunity to gain experience while also holding a job. And, as a plus, a chance to be up close with girls in short shorts. I pulled up the application, filled it out, and submitted it, praying that I could at least be given an interview. Thoughts began to creep into my mind. There’s no way they give me an interview. I don’t even have any experience. What if they do? The ladies wouldn’t even like me. I’m too unattractive to be interesting. What if they do though? Maybe this’ll be my time to gain experience. The hours ticked by without a response. And then, my email popped up, a response, they wanted to give me an interview. With that, I shut my computer screen, left my dorm, and strolled around campus with my hood up and my face illuminating in the street light. I was going to have a shot. … The gym we had was huge. Granted, we were a division one basketball team but I still marveled at it’s size. The problem with this was that I had no idea where the coach’s office was. As I strolled down the steps towards the court I saw a lone girl standing on the court. She had tan skin, dark black locks, and a pretty face, but none of that compared to her backside. While it was easy to stare at her face, her ass stole the show, and it was, expanding? She had her legs spread out a bit and she was just holding the ball under her arm. Her face looked relaxed and calm and she was muttering something to herself. As I approached her I questioned bothering her but decided to, hence I continue to lose my way around the arena. “Excuse me, where is the coach’s office?” She turned around to stare at me, her genuine smile beaming down on my cautious one. “Oh, the coach’s office? It’s through the tunnel and is the first door on the left.” ”Thank you.” I couldn’t muster any compliments for her, at least not yet. For now a simple thank you would suffice. The walk across the court allowed my eyes to indulge in our beautiful blue court, as the sidelines were bathed in a beautiful blue jay blue. The stands were coated in blue as well and we even had a blue scoreboard as well. One when walking in the stadium could argue that we just took a giant paint bomb and set it off, although they’d have a point considering that wouldn’t be too far off. The coach’s office was small and there was a small lady sitting in the chair next to the banners. She had a small build, with curly gray hair, wrinkles, and a hard look that lots of cinematic coaches have. She ushered me to my seat. “Hello sir, my name is Coach Wood, but you can call me coach W. I assume you are Brandon?” I nodded my head in confirmation. “Well Brandon, what led you to this job?” I explained my predicament, first starting with the grades and leading to the lack of funding. “I see, and why did you choose this job in particular?” “I’m currently studying medicine, and I thought this would be a great opportunity to learn and work at the same time.” The woman in front of my shook her head in approval. “That’s great. We’ve been looking for oncoming students who are willing to take time to help our trainer out. Sadly, we’ve had several who have quit upon certain… conditions.” But you seem like the perfect young man for the job, your application looks great and I’d be happy to offer this job for you. I had nothing but sheer happiness and disbelief. A new job with all the benefits. What could go wrong? Thanks for reading! I hope that you enjoy this and I’ll probably have the next chapter out soon!
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  45. This chapter deals slightly with the repercussions of chapter one while providing important insight into a few important characters. There is no messing. Chapter 3: The Urban Unicorns Concert Carrie had spent 3 hours picking out what to wear to the Urban Unicorns Concert. She had never been one to listen much to Urban Unicorns, but they were her friend Ronnie’s favourite band and Ronnie had invited a few friends to come to their concert with her. Chief amongst those friends was Sarah Dalton, Ronnie’s wasian housemate and best friend. Carrie wasn’t sure why, but she really wanted to get to know Sarah better. The last time they had hung out, the weekend before, Sarah had kissed her thinking she was her crush Jason, and then peed herself. Carrie wasn’t attracted to Sarah or anything, but she found herself wanting to get to know her really badly. She had spent the last 3 hours picking out the perfect outfit just to impress Sarah… but she totally wasn’t interested in her or anything. Looking in the mirror, Carrie admired how well things had come together with her outfit. The petite Italian girl loved her wavy brown hair and her baby blue romper that accentuated her bright blue eyes. She was ready to dance her heart out without anyone being able to look up a skirt or shirt. It was the perfect concert outfit. Three quick knocks reverberated on the door to her room. Carrie opened it to find Ronnie standing there in all her statuesque glory. Even though they had known each other since high school, Carrie was still blown away by her friend. The tall blonde was wearing jean shorts and a yellow t-shirt with the Urban Unicorn logo on the front. Somehow, even with minimal effort and her black eye still peeking through her concealer, Ronnie was absolutely breathtaking. Carrie felt a pang of jealousy for her friend’s ability to attract men. Ronnie explained that Cynthia, Carrie’s roommate had let her into the house and the two girls exchanged pleasantries. “Where’s Sarah?” Carrie asked, confused. “Oh she’s going to meet us there. She’s getting a ride with Jackson and his friends. She asked that I don’t come along,” Ronnie announced with an eye roll. “Apparently Jackson has a thing for me and not her. Stupid boy.” Carrie was disappointed to hear that news but she tried to brush it off. Instead, she mentioned something else on her mind. “You never seem interested in any of the men that pursue you, but they all pursue you. Why is that?” Ronnie shrugged and giggled. “I’ve never met a guy that I like that much.” “Are you… do you ever think you might like girls?” Carrie asked shyly. Ronnie laughed again and said “I’m definitely straight but I do think liking girls would make things easier sometimes. Why?” “No reason,” Carrie said, flushing slightly. “I’ve just known you forever and wondered why you’ve never dated. Sorry if I crossed a line.” Ronnie laughed and assured her all was well. The two made sure they had their tickets and then made their way to the train that would take them to the concert, outside of town in a large field area that had been set up for the annual rock music festival that the city hosted. They had stashed some liquor in their pockets, so the two friends took turns taking shots on the train and by the time they reached their station, Carrie was tipsy already. After waiting in line for an hour to get in, and continuously drinking in the line, Carrie was good and sloshed. She and Ronnie were drawing many looks due to their attractiveness and Carrie was loving every minute of it. Eventually, Sarah, Jackson and their friends Will and Teddy made it through the gates. The six of them met up and found a spot in the crowd with a good vantage point of the stage. “Ugh, I already have to pee. Where are the porta potties?” Sarah asked Ronnie, shifting from foot to foot. Carrie felt a twinge from her own bladder, but didn’t speak up. Having always been somewhat pee shy, she didn’t want anyone to know she had to go. She always had a hard time announcing her need and hated going to the bathroom in groups, although she could tolerate it with her closest friends. “Hold it for a bit, Sare Bear,” Ronnie said. “The concert is about to start and you don’t want to miss that. After the first set, we’ll hit up the porta potties.” Sarah nodded in understanding and started chatting excitedly with Ronnie about their excitement for the show. Ronnie had been an Urban Unicorn fan since she was in her early teens, and now at 21 she was thrilled to finally see them in live concert. Sarah was less of a fan than Ronnie, but being her best friend meant that she knew all the band’s top songs. The group of six continued drinking as Will came back with beers for everyone. Soon Carrie found herself chatting with Will. She enjoyed the attention and his black hair and muscular physique meant he was just her type. However, she couldn’t help periodically glancing over at Jackson and Sarah, with a hint of jealousy in her mind. What was wrong with her? Finally, after 30 minutes of waiting, the speakers next to the stage blared and the band came out. As they played through their first five songs, the group danced, immersed in the crowd. Ronnie was screaming every lyric to every song. Sarah was trying to dance as seductively as possible for Jackson, even though he kept stealing glances at Ronnie. Will was latched on to Carrie and trying to impress her with his wild dance moves, while Teddy futilely tried to get Ronnie to pay him any attention. By the fifth song, Carrie and Will were making out sloppily. By the sixth, Sarah had found herself on Jackson’s shoulders. And by the seventh, Carrie found that her dancing was turning into a pee dance as her bladder was reaching capacity, and she was thoroughly drunk. Carrie hoped to herself that Sarah would ask to go again soon, but the girl was incredibly distracted by Jackson. Finally, the band announced a brief break. “Let’s find those porta potties asap,” Ronnie yelled to her friends. The girls headed off, following the crowd who had all had the same idea, towards the porta potties by the woods. The boys, led by Jackson, went to go find a tree in the woods and avoid the line. “Wow, these lines look like they’ll take 30 minutes at least. I don’t even have 10,” proclaimed Ronnie as Sarah agreed. “Let’s go copy the boys and find a bush!” Carrie hated that idea. Even tipsy she was aware that in her romper she would have to get naked to pee, since she did not have on a bra. She didn’t want anyone to walk by and see her naked. This factor, on top of her pee shy nature, left her terrified at the thought of finding a bush. Nevertheless, she followed Ronnie and Sarah into the woods to find a spot to pee. Quickly the girls realized that there were people everywhere. Guys we’re leaning against trees and peeing, while many groups of girls were shielding their friends as they peed next to bushes. Ronnie led the girls past these groups and down a slight hill into a more secluded area. Then, she immediately undid the belt on her jean shorts, yanked them down with her pink thong in one motion and dropped into a squat, revealing her blonde pubic hair. The sound of the torrent of pee emitted from Ronnie almost made Carrie pee herself. On her right, Sarah moaned, then she too hiked up her skirt, pulled her red panties to the side and let out a massive torrent. After 30 seconds, the girl’s streams died down, and they wiped themselves with tissues. After waiting for them to finish, Carrie timidly asked, “Can… can you guys shield me please?” Sarah and Veronica immediately obliged, holding hands and standing in front of Carrie. Carrie untied the drawstrings at the neck of her romper and let it fall loose, then unzipped the zipper at the back. She carefully slid it down her body to her ankles, revealing her perky tits and yellow panties to the world. The cold air made her nipples harden and she gasped as the breeze buffeted her body. “Dang sweetie, cute panties,” said Sarah, “Where did you get them?” Carrie blushed upon realizing that Sarah had complimented something so intimate about her and stated that she couldn’t remember. Then she asked her friends to turn around. Dropping her panties and exposing her shaved privates to the air, Carrie lowered herself into a hover and tried to pee. She was desperate but as soon as she exposed herself and knew that her friends could hear her stream, she tensed up. Nothing was coming out. She pushed hard, still to no avail. Finally, she redressed herself and announced that she must not have needed to go. Ronnie laughed and said she must have a bladder of steel, with how much she had had to drink. As they walked back to watch the rest of the concert, Carrie cursed herself for not going. She was going to regret this. ————- Two hours later, the concert had finished and Carrie was regretting it. The walk to the train and parking lots had been hell as she danced around and pretended that she was super full of energy. In reality, she was striking all sorts of poses to hold back her pee. They had said goodbye to the boys who were going to go visit a few friends at a pub nearby before heading home themselves. Now, sitting on the train with the sleeping figures of Sarah and Ronnie as they made their way home, a relatively drunk Carrie knew she was not going to make it. “Ronnie…” she whispered quietly as she nudged her sleeping friend. “Veronica, please wake up.” Veronica, sleeping against the window after exhausting herself from dancing, stirred awake. “What’s wrong Carrie?” she asked the petite girl as she rubbed her eyes. “Ronnie… I’m going to pee myself. Do you have an empty water bottle I can use instead?” Ronnie did a quick search of her bag and found an empty bottle, and unscrewed the lid. Then she gave Carrie a weird look. “Carrie, you can’t just take your romper off on the train. You need to try and wait until we get to the station” Ronnie chastised. “Ronnie, this is an emergency. I didn’t go in the woods because I was too shy and I’ve been dying for hours. And now I’m going to have an accident and I don’t want Sarah to see me like this!” Carrie blurted in a ramble. Veronica looked her directly in the eye. “Do you have a crush on Sarah?” she asked. “No! But we made out the night you got your black eye when she thought I was Jackson,” Carrie confessed. Ronnie raised an eyebrow and smirked. “And you liked it…?” Carrie blushed beet red and began furiously rubbing her crotch in a circular motion. Ronnie smiled and reminded her that it was okay to be bi and that she’d support her friend no matter what. Carrie protested that she was not. Rolling her eyes inwardly. Ronnie pointed at her watch and showed Carrie that the train would arrive in 10 minutes and then she could pee. “But try to make it look less like you’re masturbating,” Ronnie said with a wink, gesturing to her hand motions. Carrie turned beat red again but did not stop. Ten minutes later, Ronnie gently shook Sarah awake and explained the desperate necessity of finding a bathroom. After the train pulled into the station, the three friends bolted off with their belongings and ran straight to the ladies room. They beat everyone dismounting in their rush there, and the three of them careened into the handicap stall. “Help untie me!” Carrie cried, as her fingers fumbled with the laces at the neck of her romper, her legs frantically stomping up and down. “Why did you double knot it?” Sarah asked incredulously, yanking at the strings. “It was an accident! Like I’m about to have here if you don’t hurry. Please! Oh please undo it!” But Ronnie and Sarah couldn’t untie the knot as Carrie danced around with her hands in her crotch. “Cut it! Cut it!” Carrie yelled, prompting Ronnie to produce her switchblade from her bag and cut the string off. “The zipper is jammed too!” Sarah yelled in surprise, as she yanked with all her might. And then it was over. Carrie started to pee and let out a small gasp. She looked down to see pee running out of her romper and down her bare legs. Tears welled in her eyes and she immediately leapt onto the toilet to finish her business through the fabric. The once baby blue crotch area was now a nice navy and the pee continued to pour out of her for nearly another minute. The relief was amazing and Carrie could not help but moan. Ronnie and Sarah stared at her in shock. “Everyone is going to see me like this on the walk home,” Carrie said in horror. “Everyone will know what happened.” Her soaked romper clung to her crotch, blatantly obvious to any passersby. There was no hiding what had occurred, she would have to live with the shame. “Welcome to the Piddle Pants Club,” Sarah said with a friendly laugh, pulling her friend in for a hug. ———- The next morning, when Jules awoke and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. The French-Armenian girl was surprised to see Veronica, still in her pyjamas taping a list to the fridge. On the list was one simple heading: The Piddle Pants Club. Beneath it were three names: Sarah, Jules and Carrie. “What are you doing?” Jules asked the gorgeous blonde. “I’m making it official. This is a list to encourage us to take better care of our bladders or else face humiliation for all to see.” “No fair Ronnie,” said Jules. “You’re just making the list because you’re not on it yet.” “I’ll never be on it,” said Veronica with a smirk. “I’ve never peed myself.” At that moment, Sarah, Veronica and Jules’ remaining housemates, Laura, Erika and Carmen entered the kitchen. They glanced at the board and the gorgeous Hispanic Carmen made a face. “You guys are so immature,” she said to Jules and Ronnie. “You seriously need potty training.” “Oh cut them some slack,” said Laura, the brunette soccer player. “Sometimes accidents happen. Besides, we can’t all be fighting before our first house-party of the fall. I vote we throw one in a couple weekends to get the year properly underway.
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  46. If I'm being honest, probably scout tf2. Like just the way he acts, or maybe sniper. Oh and also Wheatly from portal, just seems like the type. Maybe Adrian Andrews from Ace Attorney? And probably Luke Atmey, not the normal type. Like "My dear fellow, if I do not go to the loo post haste I will wet my pantaloons!"
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  47. Personally I enjoy the gradual buildup. I enjoy feeling my bladder filling, stretching changing from uncomfortable to almost painful. Meanwhile below my bladder the best part is the increasing pressure in my penis. The penultimate sensation is that my pee is about to come out as I struggle to hold it in. I really enjoy the hold more than sudden desperation and wetting. For example right now I have been doing an unplanned hold. I have had to pee for about 1.5 hours. I was watching TV and for the last half hour I needed to pee, but decided to wait until the show was over. Then I got online for non pee related things. I experienced my first I am going to leak episode but fought through it. Then I came here. I experienced a second wave of desperation that lasted much longer and I was sure I was going to wet myself. I really worked my sphincter hard to hold it in. I was very close to holding myself.That was 30 minutes ago and I have not leaked . Recently I have not been able to hold it like this. I am enjoying it. Like I said gradual, natural buildup is what I enjoy. Right now although my bladder is definitely full I don't feel an urgency in my dick. However, it is late so I am going to get a dring, get up and see what happens. Update about a half hour later. I got ready for bed . Gradually the pressure at the base of my bladder and in my penis became stronger, deeper. I almost peed on the floor. I decided to measure 920 ml. That is on the high end of what I can hold these days. * I always stay property hydrated with some, not a lot extra to move things along.
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