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  1. So I go for drives quite often. This time when I was out for my drive I drove along and had to pee and then finally my bladder was at a 7 and decided I should probably turn around or I wouldn’t make it back to the house without peeing on myself. Well when I went to turn the gps on there was no service! So I continued driving but I was totally lost. Pretty soon I really really had to pee and then I was panicked because I had no service in a place I didn’t know. So I’m driving and my bladder is continuing to fill. Eventually I did get service back but it said I was still an hour from home. I must have really gotten off track when I lost service. I had to pee to the point I was dancing in my seat the last half hour. I was probably at an 8. I would get an urge and it would take me to a 9. When I get to the door I’m at an automatic 10 lol. So anyway hopefully this recording I did attaches properly to this post. 8 to 10.m4a
    10 points
  2. Yea you read the title correctly. Me and my wife went to a bar yesterday and it didn’t end well for her. This particular bar is only a 10 or so minute walk away, so we decided to walk there. It was freezing cold, but we bundled up and walked anyway. I wore a hoodie, jeans, and a simple beanie. My wife also wore jeans and a hoodie, only hers was much thicker and fuzzier. She also had a beanie. When we got there, there was a decent amount of people there. We had already drank a few beers when my wife looked over at the bathroom. She noticed me looking and I nodded my head in that direction, asking her if she needed to pee. She shook her head, insisting that she could hold it until the line got shorter. The night went on and we drank some more. She drank quite a bit and unsurprisingly, I could see her trying to subtly hold her crotch. I smiled and grabbed her by the waist with one arm and took her to the ladies room. The line was actually longer now, and I could see the horror on my wife’s face as she realized this. “Fuck! Are you kidding me?” She looked ahead nervously. I chuckled. “Good luck!” “Shut up!” She playfully said. She was bending over more than she was standing up now. She was rubbing her thighs , and eventually her hands made her way to her crotch, where they rubbed her pussy for 10 straight minutes. She made it, this time around. She desperately needed the toilet not too long after her first pee, but she made it again. The next time, however, she wouldn’t. We drank a bit more and by now she was drunk. It was very late at night now, maybe 1 am (I think). We decided to leave but not after one more, desperately needed pee by her. Only now, despite the ladies line being shorter than the last pee, she needed it worse than ever. I needed to pee quite badly too, but definitely not as bad as her. We had both taken off our hoodies because it was warm enough in the bar, and I saw her adorable love handles as her hips wriggled furiously, line moving painfully slow for her. The mens line was only a couple people long so as went to go relieve myself, she tagged along with me. “I’m coming with you, I’m gonna fucking burst if I don’t pee in the next couple minutes.” We entered the mens room and two urinals beside each other became available simultaneously, almost like it was fate. I finally got to pee after hours and breathed a nice sigh of relief, but as I undid my belt, my wife came running up the the urinal next to me. She could tell I was about to laugh so her face turned bright red, with a smile on her face. She frantically tried to undo her belt while potty dancing at the urinal, but she was so drunk that she kept fumbling with it. She couldn’t get it unbuckled, and in her bladders last seconds, out of frantic desperation (and probably drunken bad decision making), she unzipped her pants and tried to pee standing up. She tried to spread her fly open and align her pee hole through it, leaning back while doing so. But, this plan failed miserable. She quickly realized that she was peeing her pants and frantically tried to get her stream through her fly. She was saying “no no no no fuck fuck fuck fuck cmon cmon” etc, the whole time. If I had to estimate, maybe 5% of her pee actually made it into the urinal. We left a few minutes later and started walking back. I noticed her body was very tensed up. I assumed it was from the cold, but little did I know, that alcohol was already filling her bladder up again. The walk home was more like 15-20 minutes since she was stumbling the whole time. Eventually, she grabbed her crotch and bent over, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her misfortune. “SHUT UP!” She screamed while laughing along with me. “You wanna just pee here?” “No, I want to pee in an ACTUAL TOILET THIS TIME!” She waddled along while I had to stop and laugh at her previous statement. She started picked up her pace and begged me to do so myself. When we finally reached the front door, the latchkey desperation kicked in for her. She bent over and yelled “HURRY HURRY HURRY HURRY!” I had to stop and laugh again while she kept herself bent over, embarrassed smile on her face the whole time. I finally unlocked the door, but it wasn’t in time. I she immediately ran to the toilet and I could see a pee stream running down her pants. She sat down on the toilet with her jeans still on and her body slumped over. Both of us were laughing, and I didn’t think about it at the time, but we were very lucky we didnt wake up the kids, or else that would’ve been a very awkward conversation. We stripped down and changed and went to bed. We woke up super late, which meant our oldest son got to say “well well well, look who’s finally up!” In a dramatic turn of events, because it’s usually the other way around. Naturally we were hungover, more so her than me, so we basically did nothing but relax today. Plenty of water was due for both of us, which lead to her needing to pee very quickly, which meant I teased her again. We’re due for a lot of snow whwre I live so I’ll let you know if there’s any yellow snow, if you catch my drift.
    8 points
  3. I thought I could be a big girl and hold it but I guess I was wrong and my training pants didn’t hold it either IMG_9328.MOV
    7 points
  4. While being fingered by Gabriella, Alisha pees in her diaper in this incredibly sexy lesbian diaper fetish video. In this scene we find Alisha and Gabriella making out in their pull-on style diapers. While making out, Gabriella slides her hand inside Alisha’s diaper and begins to finger her. Alisha needs to pee, so while Gabriella is fingering her she pees in her diaper.
    6 points
  5. 884 downloads

    We couldn't hold it very long!
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    5 points
  6. I had to drink 1.5 liters of water 2 hours before my ultrasound. After I finished drinking all the water I turned on the television to watch TV while I wait. 1 hour and 45 minutes later I left to go to the doctors office. When I arrived at the doctor's office I was getting really desperate to pee, I slowly walked inside and checked in at the receptionist desk, crossing my legs. The receptionist told me to sit down and wait for the doctor, it felt like I was waiting forever but it was no more than 10 minutes. When the doctor called me back I walked slowly because of how full I was. The doctor told me to lay down on the table, I did. The doctor then told me to pull down my pants down to my hips, exposing my belly and she applied the ultrasound jell to my lower belly and then she pressed the ultrasound probe into my bladder and moved it around my belly, pressing harder as she scanned my full bladder, I thought I was going to burst as she was pushing on my bladder. She was pushing on my bladder for around 15 minutes, she then told me to roll onto my right side, she placed the ultrasound probe onto my lower back, reached around placed her hand on my bladder and pressed, I squeezed my legs together hard and I leaked a little. She then told me to roll onto my left side and she did the same thing, I leaked again. When the ultrasound was over I ran to the washroom.
    5 points
  7. Ok, I was just trying to be nice and assume that you only wanted to avoid using "they" because you thought that it was bad grammar to do so, not that you just wanted to find out if they were a man/woman. I'm not going to stop you because I'm too much of a coward, just know that I'm disappointed.
    5 points
  8. Day 19 (also since at least one person wants to know this: if you can't refer to them as... well them, because you feel it's gramatically incorrect, you may refer to them as "she")
    5 points
  9. So, I know a huge part of this site is dedicated to ABDL, and it seems like baby talk and associated age play seems to go hand in hand with omo. But, it creeps me out a little bit. No offense to anyone intended, if that's your kink then yeah. And obviously it makes sense that it is so tied in sometimes. But, is anyone else here an omo and or wetting lover that dosen't incorporate age play into it? Shout out to some of us that just love peeing in our pants and don't feel the need to call it wee wee or put on a diaper after? Maybe it's part of dom/sub culture. And to be perfectly honest, I'm very ignorant about so much of the fetishes and kinks tied into the omo world. Seriously, I don't mean any of this as insulting or judgemental so ease don't take it that way. I really am just curious about people's viewpoints on omo and where they fall in this category. And seriously, sorry if this upsets anyone. Also, I have no idea if this should have gone into the general omorashi area
    4 points
  10. Day From Hell

    I am going to continue my recent spate of publishing stories I have saved over the years and reworked. This was a real favourite and again, I am pretty sure it was originally posted on Experience Project. I have weaved some of my desperation magic over it, but this isnlt far off the original, that was posted as an experience, and I absolutely love it! I set my alarm for 7am to give me time to get ready as I was popping into work to finish up some paperwork but needed to be back for lunch with the family at 2pm. For some unknown reason my alarm decided not to go off so I woke at almost 8am in a panic, I leapt out of bed, quickly showered, pulled on my bra and knickers, tights and a tight pencil skirt and white blouse. I was meeting my boss at work briefly so opted for high heels instead of my daily work wear flats. As I pulled on my coat and grabbed my car keys I realised my bladder was full and I had neglected my morning pee, but work was only 40 mins away, maybe even less with the quiet Sunday roads so I opted to wait until I arrived instead of making myself even later. I grabbed my tablets and a bottle of water, throwing my tablets down my neck and swallowing down the whole litre bottle of water, wow I was thirsty! I rushed out to the car and jumped in, taking out my phone to quickly ring my boss to inform him I was on my way. I placed my key in the ignition and the car spluttered and coughed, I tried again and again but to no avail... It just would not start! What a superb day I was having! I left the car and decided to catch the bus to the train station; I waited almost 15 minutes for the bus, forgetting it was Sunday so everything was limited service. I needed to pee and was already regretting not spending 5 minutes relieving myself before leaving the house, I was also regretting the high heels as my feet were already sore from standing up. Eventually the bus arrived and I took a seat for the 15 minute journey to the train station. I was right and there was very little traffic so it took no time at all to arrive at the train station, I ran off the bus and into the ticket office, only to find that there was nobody there, so I rushed down to the platform. The ticket machine there was not working either, so I decided to buy my ticket on the train instead. There was only one bench at the station and someone had been sick all over it so I stood up. This was the curse of Sunday morning travel I suppose! I paced up and down the platform trying to keep warm and take my mind off my need to pee. I was starting to feel a bit bursting now, but knew as soon as I went upstairs to use the toilet the train would inevitably arrive. Half an hour passed and still no train, I was cold, desperate to pee and my feet hurt, I decided that it would be nice to sit down even for a minute on the loo and relieve my bursting bladder. I walked back up the long ramp to the ticket office and approached the toilet, it was locked “Please obtain keys from ticket booth” read the sign on the door... It was closed, the station appeared abandoned! I looked around, bobbing up and down as I did, trying to find some relief from my now aching bladder. As I searched for a member of staff I noticed a sign lying flat on the floor in front of an empty easel, I picked it up and re-instated it. “Due to repairs no trains will be running today, a railway replacement bus is available every hour on the hour from the front of the station” I growled in frustration and exited, glancing at my watch as I did so, 20 minutes more to wait. I decided to walk to the bus stop to see when the next bus to town was, I had just missed one so had half an hour to wait, and I decided the railway replacement bus was a better solution so walked the 5 minutes back to the station. I hadn’t planned on so much walking in my heels and my feet were extremely sore, I slipped my shoes off one by one and placed my feet on the cold flagstones, it was bliss for my aching toes but agony on my bladder, which spasmed as the cold moved through my body. I slipped my shoes back on and winced, positioning myself behind a wall to hide from the icy cold wind, I found I was not overlooked so tried to place my hand into my crotch to give myself some very much needed relief from my now aching lips, to my dismay my skirt was too tight so I couldn’t get near it without hiking up my skirt, which I could not do in broad daylight for fear of being discovered. Eventually the coach turned up, about 5 minutes late but still, it was here and best of all it was a coach meaning it would no doubt have a toilet on board. The doors opened and a wave of heat hit me, I hobbled up the steps keen to take the weight off my feet, I smiled at the driver and turned to face the coach... It was packed! I found a seat next to a very smart looking man, I longed to run straight to the back and throw myself down onto the toilet bowl but didn’t want everyone to know how desperate I was so decided to sit for a while then make a casual stroll there after ten minutes or so. I tried hard to sit still but I was desperate for a wee, so I couldn’t help fidgeting. I bobbed my leg up and down uncontrollably and decided that I couldn’t wait much longer. I was still trying to exude a calm exterior, so decided I’d wait until the next station then get up to pee. “I bet you’re freezing” came a voice next to me, “I’m sorry?” I blurted startled, “I can feel you shivering against my leg, would you like to swap seats the heater is burning my ankle here” I was confused, I didn’t think I was shivering, then I realised, the bobbing of my leg must have felt like shivering to him. I smiled and thanked him; my feet were absolutely frozen so I decided to take him up on his offer. I stood up and let him out before sliding back into his warm seat, I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet in front of the heater, bliss! I wriggled my toes and breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling returned to them, once they were nicely warmed I realised my error... Now that I was sat by the window I had no choice but to wait until my companion got off before using the bathroom, as I couldn’t possibly disturb him again. The waistband of my tight skirt was digging into my bulging bladder, I tried to pull it away but couldn’t even get my thumb down into the top of it so opted to suffer, and suffer I was! I looked at my watch, 10:15am; my God I was so late... I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my boss saying I would meet him tomorrow instead as I was running extremely late, he quickly replied that this was ok. I was soon boiling hot, I shuffled around trying to remove my coat in my limited space without disturbing the person next to me. I managed it but had jolted my bladder in the process and was bursting for the loo now, I contemplated asking my neighbour to excuse me but decided against it, another 5 minutes passed though and I thought I was on the verge of wetting myself, it was either ask him or soak him when the floodgates burst, I opted for the former... “Excuse me, could I get past you to use the toilet please?” I asked, turning towards him desperate to get out, “I would say yes, but I fear it would be a waste of time, there’s no toilet on this coach” he replied “A woman asked the driver earlier if there was one and he replied that there was not, she is sat at the front there” he pointed at a blonde haired lady a few seats in front of us, “I could ask the driver to stop at a petrol station or similar if you like, I’m sure she would be glad of the option of relief?”. I took a moment to consider. “Oh no, I’m not that desperate” I lied, “That poor lady must have been in order to ask the driver, I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped already if he knows she needs the toilet”, “Well yes, that was over 45 minutes ago she must be ready to explode as she appeared desperate when she asked, crossing her legs and holding on to the seat”, I was concerned by part of his sentence, “How long have you been on this coach then?” I enquired, “The entire train line is normally only just over an hour from start to finish and we’re miles from our destination” I continued. “Well this coach is replacing 3 different trains, which is why it is so packed, so we’re stopping at all stations from all three routes, I’m going a few stops from the end and the driver said it would take almost three hours as we have so many stops and are crossing most of the county”. I tried not to panic, “Oh, how long have you been on here then?” I repeated, keen to be able to work out how much longer I would be captive on the coach and crucially how much longer I would have to try and hold in my pee. As I awaited his answer I glanced out of the window and realised I had no idea where we were. “Erm, let me see...” he looked at his watch “I’ve been on here for about an hour and a half, no almost 2 hours, so there’s about an hour to go to my destination... Traffic permitting” he laughed. “Where are you going to?”, “I’m going to the end” I sighed, “Better make myself comfortable”. He laughed, “Well I guess that’ll be about another 15 minutes to half an hour after I get off, the next stop is a main junction so I think a lot of people will get off, I’ll leave you alone and find a seat of my own when one comes available!” I thanked him and went back to staring out of the window, my bladder was throbbing, by now I was so full it was beginning to hurt, I didn’t think I could hold it for another hour or more but knew I had no choice but to try, I had no idea where I was so there was no use getting off to search for a loo. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, my bladder had swollen and was filling my skirt, being compressed by the fabric and with my waistband digging deep into the top of my bladder all the liquid was being pushed downwards, I tried to push my skirt down discreetly but it was so tight there was no way. I was beyond uncomfortable and kept squeezing my lips tightly, it hurt with every squeeze but the few seconds afterwards as the pain subsided felt like utter bliss. I kept repeating this, as well as pressing my pee hole down into the seat to try and massage it... I was deep in thought, miles away, lost in my desperation when the bus hit a kerb and jolted hard many people gasped with the shock; it woke some people up... I gasped as I felt a huge spurt of pee escape. I instantly sat bolt upright and clamped my thighs together, clenched my bum cheeks and squeezed with all my might, I could still feel pee leaking out; dribbling through my tightly clamped muscles, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, breathing slowly and as deeply as I could manage trying to regain control, I rubbed my warm hand over my spasming bladder gently trying to calm it... “Mmmm” I felt a groan escape as I fought to stop the dribble becoming a full scale flood. “Are you ok, do you need me to ask the driver to stop for you?” the man next to me asked, I opened my eyes somewhat startled by his question, I tried to look relaxed before replying “Oh... Erm, no, no, honestly it’s fine I was just startled” I laughed nervously and continued to rub my bladder, I was back in control but it was hurting now. The coach stopped and sure enough most people got up and got off, a couple of people got on but the coach was almost empty, the blonde lady was still sat a couple of seats in front of us. “Do you still need the toilet? Sorry, stupid question of course you do” his voice penetrated my thoughts once again, “There’s a toilet in the petrol station across the road I could ask the driver if he would mind waiting?” Before I had chance to reply the blond lady turned around “Would you mind? I’m not sure I can hold on much longer I don’t know about you?” she turned her attention to me, “I’m okay” I lied again “But I’d be more comfortable if I could use the loo”. Secretly I was DESPERATE, and hoped he asked the driver to wait as I was full to the brim and about to burst, thankfully he was a gentleman and so got up and made his way to the front, leaning in to the driver he talked quietly to him, they both glanced back at me and the blonde lady but to my dismay the driver shook his head and pointed to his watch. The coach started moving again and he walked back toward us, taking up a seat across the aisle from me, “I’m sorry ladies he’s running very behind so can’t stop, he said we’ll be at our destination in around half an hour”, “I can’t hold it that long, I really can’t” the blonde lady whimpered, “How about you?” she gestured toward me. “Oh I should be ok for half an hour” I lied again, she turned back around and I tried to get comfortable, I looked across at the gent who had been sat next to me, he was staring out of the window, I unbuttoned my waistband, it helped slightly but not enough, I unzipped the zip beneath it and rubbed at my bladder through my tights and knickers without the thick skirt fabric covering it... I pulled my coat over me and slid my hand down into my crotch, rubbing at my pee hole with my finger, pressing on it as I relaxed my aching muscles. It felt good, but not quite as good as it could, I slid my hand down inside my tights and rubbed myself over my knickers, I relaxed just enough to relieve my muscles. As I massaged I pulled up the bottom of my skirt with my free hand so my legs were free to move, all the time covered by my coat, I pulled my legs up onto the free seat next to me and placed my hand deep in my crotch to hold back the flood, I placed my head on the window and made myself as comfortable as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed, trying hard to push out the oceans of pee contained within it, I had worked out that the last time I relieved myself was after work at 6pm the previous day, it was now quarter past 11 in the morning, so I was holding over 17 hours worth of pee inside my bulging bladder. And what a bulge it was, protruding painfully out of my abdomen it was almost too sore to touch, it was rock hard and heavy, and began to cramp, I rubbed my hand over it very gently trying to soothe the pain and ease the cramping. I was desperate for a pee and bounced my leg up and down, shuffling my bottom as I did. I watched the blonde lady, I could see her head bouncing up and down and could tell she was wiggling furiously in her seat; she would lose it soon I was sure. The bus jolted again and I felt another spurt escape, I gasped and felt something catch in my throat, I began to cough and felt myself wetting again. I clamped everything shut and coughed... The man who had been sitting next to me passed me a bottle of water, I drank from it but continued to cough so drank more and more, finally I stopped coughing and gulped down the remaining water without thinking, another half litre bottle, my throat was so sore and dry. My stomach was sloshing around when I nestled back into my seat and pulled my coat over me, my bladder was hurting from the increased pressure of my full stomach pressing down onto it. I pulled up my coat to cover my shoulder and placed my head on the window again, we were stopped at a station and more people got off, we seemed to sit there for an age and I felt my eyelids becoming heavy despite my desperate state, with my hand in my crotch I was deeply uncomfortable but was unlikely to lose it... I woke with a jolt as I was thrown forward on my seat, the driver sounded his horn, I was crippled with pain from my bursting bladder, and I gasped and groaned as I felt myself losing control. I sat up, remembering that I was virtually naked on my bottom half I pulled my coat over me I was peeing hard for about 3 or 4 seconds before I regained control. I could barely breathe, my stomach was no longer sloshing and my bladder was so full it was utter agony; I folded my arms over my stomach and bent forward, sobbing in pain. I was SO desperate for a wee and could think of nothing else, I placed my hand down my tights and rubbed at my pee hole as another spurt escaped, I was bursting and so desperate to let go. I hardly cared who saw as I bounced up and down, fanning my legs open and closed, I placed my other hand into my crotch but felt pee escaping through my fingers, I moved forward on the seat, using the front of the seat to press my pee hole! I could feel the seat was sodden beneath my bottom, but despite leaking so much I still felt desperate and very full. I looked around and was startled to find I was the only person on the coach, I pulled my skirt down and zipped it up as far as I could manage, straightening my skirt as I did so. I stood up and moved forward a seat, looking back at the large wet patch as I did so. It hurt to stand up; my bladder pushed down and caused me pain as the full weight of it succumbed to gravity. I stood for a few seconds though, crossing my legs and regaining full control of my bladder, when I felt better I sat back down again, remembering I had left my shoes in the seat behind, I stood up and went back to get them, being swayed from side to side with the motion of the coach as I did... It was 11:30am as I sat back down and I noticed we were finally close to my destination, I was thankful. I pulled my skirt up again and crossed my legs, pressing my hand into my crotch again as I did... It compressed my bladder to have my legs crossed so I uncrossed them, leaning forward in agony as my bladder cramped and pushed out another squirt. I was unbearably full and desperate to let go, my head hurt and I was tired and dizzy... I couldn’t sit still and could think of nothing other than releasing my very much needed pee into the toilet at the station. It was then that I heard a whimper... The sound of a woman sobbing and groaning, I looked around me then noticed a blonde ponytail hanging over the edge of the seat in front, I poked my head around and there was the blonde lady lying down on the seat, legs crossed tightly, her hand was passed beneath her bum and was pressing on her crotch from behind, I thought this was strange but perhaps in her position it helped more, she was rolling around in agony, twisting her bare feet around one another and curling her toes, I couldn’t see how swollen her tummy was as she too was beneath her coat but she was clearly completely desperate and about to lose it at any second, I doubted I had ever seen anyone so close to the edge. She let out a long groan as she buried her face in the seat... “Oooohhhhhh, Ahhhh, Oh God” she moaned, I moved to the seat opposite her and tapped her head. She glanced at me and immediately sat up looking embarrassed, “Oh” she gasped “I thought everyone had got off, sorry” she panted as she stopped pressing on her crotch and instead placed her hands under her knees and rocked back and forth looking at me leaning forward. I was sat perched on the edge of my seat, hand down the front of my skirt holding my pee hole with a pained expression on my face. Simply desperate to release as I rocked back and forth fanning my legs and rubbing my pee hole with my hand, pressing down to press my hand into the seat to apply more pressure! When she saw me she said “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m surprised I’ve managed this long with the baby lying on top of my bladder squashing it”, “Oh wow I hadn’t realised you were pregnant” I gasped through gritted teeth “Oohh, how far along are you?” I added, moaning in pain as an urge hit me. “9 months, I’m on my way to my parents house as I’m due to give birth in a few days and my husband is away, oh I’m wetting myself how embarrassing” she replied, she leant forward once again placing her hand beneath her bum, now I looked it was obvious that she was pregnant her bump was huge which explained why she was having to press her pee hole from behind. “I wish I could put my hand between my legs like you are but my bump’s just too huge, Oh I can’t hold it in it’s coming out I’m so sorry I can’t believe I’m wetting myself with just minutes to go after all these hours” “Sit on your heel” I ordered, “Curl your foot up beneath you and use your heel to press your wee hole shut” she looked at me but without hesitation did as I asked, adjusting herself and moaning in pain as she did so, she shook her head “It’s not working I can feel it about to come out” she panicked, “Ohhh, oh, Oh God, Oh that’s better, Oh it hurts but it’s better, at least I’m not wetting myself” she added as she visibly relaxed after getting her foot in the right position, “I need to go so bad I’m not even going to make it into the station” she said as she used both hands which were now free to pull her trousers away from her belly, “Ooh that helps too” she said rubbing her tummy, she pointed to her belly as she bit her lip, closer her eyes and winced in agony, a lone tear ran down her cheek as she continued to point and rub, I looked where she was pointing to see her belly moving and writhing around as the baby inside moved, she opened her eyes and shook her head as she looked at me. He’s not happy he’s got no room in there she panted as she held her tummy and rubbed it slowly, carefully breathing in and out in agony as she tried to remain in control. “I need to go, it’s not fair on him, I’ve been holding it in since about 8am... and it’s so painful, how are you doing?” she asked. “Much better than you, at least I haven’t got a baby pressing down!” I replied, arching my back and pressing my pee hole down into the seat as I wiggled my bum to hold on. She was leant forward cradling her tummy moaning and panting in pain, “I can’t tell whether I’m having a contraction or I just need a wee THAT bad that it’s hurting” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, “I’ve got to go seriously”. With that the coach came to a stop, I looked up to find we were at the end of our journey, I pushed my feet back into my shoes and stood up. My skirt almost fell to the floor as I remembered it was undone; I pulled it up and zipped it up half way. I grabbed the blonde lady by the arm and helped her to her feet, “Oh God” she cried and sat back down panting and groaning in pain. I waited until she felt better and helped her up again, holding her shoes in my other hand I helped her off the coach, she stopped and held onto the side of the coach with her legs crossed, the driver had parked against a wall meaning we were between the coach and a brick wall, he got off, closed the door and walked into the station leaving me with the lady. I was bursting for a wee, and desperate to run away and leave her but just couldn’t, she was unable to move and was in agony so I stayed with her. "Come on darling" I said, desperately, "we'll make it together, oh god, oooooooooh, ssssssss, oh, It hurts, oh god it hurts, i need a wee, I've held on for so long, please try and hurry" But she couldn't, as I turned around she was a picture of pure desperation, she was shaking like she was having a seizure, her hand frantically desperately working at her waistband. "Oh no" she wailed out loud, "oh no, I'm sorry" As I watched a heard an audible hiss from between her legs and saw a wet patch start to appear, then to my astonishment she pulled her trousers and knickers down and squatted down, a huge splash of pee hit the floor followed by a long stream of pee, she visibly relaxed once again and let out sounds of relief, I stood, legs tightly crossed and knee pulled up to try and hold back my own flood as I watched hers splash out of her. She had peed for about 30 or 40 seconds in sheer bliss, before opening her eyes and ;looking at me. “Oh that’s so much better, I couldn’t have held it any longer I’m so sorry” she said, scanning me, bent forward and bursting for a pee, steadying myself on the coach, “You should do the same” she added. "OK, I said, frantically working my pussy, trying to edge down my skirt, her flood had increased my own desperation, and I really couldn't hold on. "Will you please stand guard for me when you've finished, I've never done this before, but I don't think i could hold it till I got inside, oh god, I've never been this desperate for a wee in my entire life!" Relief was so close, and it was going to feel soooo good, "Oh god, please try to hurry" I moaned at her, still gushing at full force onto the bus station floor, "I can't wait any more." With that I started to try and pull down my tight skirt and knickers in one movement. They edged away from my bum, and bunched around my thighs as I started to drop into a squat. I was about to explode with an almighty torrent, when at that exact moment, a security man appeared from behind the bus, "What the hell he exclaimed, as I frantically shot back up to my feet, trying to cover my frantic pussy, as a quick squirt of wee escaped." The pregnant woman didn't even budge, her gusher tailing off into a much steadier stream. "I'm sorry" she said looking him in the eye, there was absolutely no way I could wait another second, it was a true emergency" the lake of pee she was squatting in the middle of confirmed her story, she must have been frantic, as her pee finally slowed to a trickle. She calmly stood up and pulled up her knickers saying "I'm 8 and half months pregnant, and that was a ridiculously long bus ride with no toilet facilities, I could sue you know, god it feels better now" "Sorry love", said the man, "I didn't realise you were pregnant, are you OK, you must have been bursting?" as he spoke I had both hand clenched into my naked pussy as another spurt of red hot frantic wee worked its way past my tightly clenched muscles. "OH fuck" I exclaimed, "Look, I'm really sorry, but its kinda an emergency for me too, I'm absolutely mortified to do this, but I''m gonna have to pop a squat here too" I let go of my desperate pussy and started to drop onto my haunches when he bellowed, "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING YOUNG LADY, cover yourself at once" "Oh but please", I whimpered, so so desperate for relief I was willing to do absolutely anything, "please just turn a blind eye to it." "Certainly not" he retorted, it is a criminal offence, I've already seen too much, now cover yourself up at once, there is no chance I will be turning a blind eye, I will have you arrested if another drop of pee ends up on this forecourt, now hurry off and use the station lavs!" I pulled my skirts and knickers back up, checked that she was ok, and resigned myself to making it. that bastard would not win. I stood squirming for a second, I felt in some sort of control, and then I waddled off into the station, 11:45am... I had been holding my pee in for almost 18 hours and had been desperate for about 4 hours, I had peed loads into the bus seat but was still bursting at the seams and in agony, barely able to walk. I waddled slowly into the station, following the signs for the toilets. I approached the ticket barriers and a wall of inspectors, I began to search my bag before realising I never bought a ticket so was unable to get to the loos, I approached the ticket machine and punched in any destination, £2.30, I searched my purse but had no change whatsoever... I shoved my card into the machine and stood bouncing, dancing a furious pee dance as I waited for it to authorise. I rushed over to the ticket barrier doubled over in pain and desperation, I showed the man the ticket, “You want the barriers over the other side luv” he replied “No I just want the loo” I exclaimed, dancing in front of him “Well there’s loos over there too, just past the ticket windows and around the other side luv” I groaned as I tried to walk there, stopping every few steps to clench everything and hold in the flood, I was about to lose it but couldn’t move any faster, every step jolted my bursting bladder, so full now that I couldn’t touch it, even rubbing it hurt now, the skin was so highly sensitive and stretched, someone asked me for directions, I hurriedly blurted out the information that they wanted and wondered why they had asked me out of everyone! I was standing holding on to a pillar, legs firmly crossed and tense, everything clenched, I doubted I would make it any further, but then the pain subsided and I made a break for it. I reached the ticket barrier and showed my ticket, asking where the loos were at the same time, I headed straight for them and went to go through the turnstile, 11:55pm... OUCH! The turnstile wouldn’t move and crushed my bladder as I banged into it, I watched the woman next to me drop a coin into the turnstile and walk through, I had NO change whatsoever! I moved away and searched my handbag before going back to the barrier, “Please, I’m literally desperate for the toilet, can you let me in please” I begged, bouncing up and down, pee dancing, running on the spot and grabbing at my crotch, unable to get near it because of my tight skirt. I had left my shoes near the toilets to enable me to move faster so was dancing around in my tights, “I’m sorry you need to pay to get in there” “I know but I have no change, please it’s an emergency I’m going to wet myself” I begged again, he wasn’t about to let me in... I pushed past him and toward the cash point machines, pulling out my card as I approached, there was one person in front of me so I danced and hopped around whilst waiting, eventually they moved, I stood waiting for it to register my card, this took forever, then tapped in my PIN, which was incorrect, and again, INCORRECT, I tried to concentrate but was so desperate my brain was floating in pee I was sure of it, I selected cash and typed in £10. THIS MACHINE ONLY DISPENSES £20 NOTES came the message on screen, “For God’s sake” I yelled as I clenched everything in my power, holding my tummy still as I swayed from side to side trying not to wet myself, everyone was looking. PROCESSING... the screen said. I was about to explode by the time my £20 came out, now I just needed change, I spotted a newsagents so rushed in, picked up a bottle of water and went to pay, once again a Queue! I waited for the 4 people in front of me to pay, all the time bending over, doubling up, crossing and uncrossing my legs, dancing a pee dance and groaning in pain, my bladder was at bursting point and I could feel the pee right at my hole. I was about to wee myself, I eventually paid for my bottle of water and rushed back toward the toilets, rifling through my change as I arrived back at the ticket barrier, I flashed my ticket and rushed back to the toilets, studying the turnstile as I did. “Insert 50p coin to enter” I read out loud. I looked at my change, to my horror I had no 50p coin, just lots of 20p’s... I was about to burst into tears when a woman approached, “Excuse me do you have a 50p coin I can swap for change?” I enquired, I tried to stand still as she looked through her purse, and I noticed that she was crossing her legs as she looked, clearly desperate herself but I doubted she was topping my desperation level! I tapped my foot and crossed my legs as I stood there, desperately trying to hold on the last few moments but with relief so close it was increasingly difficult, it hurt to hold back and I doubled over as she continued to search, she stared at me, as In started a full blown pee dance infront of her. “I’m sorry I’m so desperate” I explained, she was about to give me the 50p when I added “I think it’s wrong that you have to pay to get into the loos anyway!” “Oh do you?” she asked, producing the magical 50 p which would finally allow me to pee!!" “Yes, and it must be a 50p coin, I’ve been holding this is for about 4 hours the last thing I needed was to be tantalisingly close but priced out, I had a purse full of change too, ooooooh god I need to pee!” I laughed, wincing and grabbing my tummy in pain as it jolted painfully with my giggle. “Oh well, I’m so sorry" she said, her face changing "but in that case I need this coin, I’m desperate too, I’m so sorry I hope you find one, maybe the Information desk would give you one” and with that she placed her coin in and entered the toilets. I tried to follow her but the turnstile locked and wouldn’t let me. I rushed over to the Information desk and begged for them to change my coins into a 50p piece, they opened the till and began to sort through coins, I tried to hold on but was so close to losing control now, I crossed my legs, bent forward and put my head on the desk, it took them forever, I had given them a £1 coin and they handed me back 5 20p pieces, I was in shock as I looked at them, “I need a 50p piece for the loos” I screamed, “Oh OK I’ll run and get you one -from the ticket office” the lady replied. I groaned and squatted down in front of the desk in agony, I was about to burst, “Aahhhh” I moaned, pushing my hand down the front of my skirt again I rubbed my pee hole as pee rushed right to the opening, I was about to wet myself when a chirpy voice said “Oh where’ve you gone, here’s your 50p” I grabbed it off her and tried to stand, thanking her as I did. I steadied myself on the counter before slowly and gingerly wondering over to the turnstiles again, I was exhausted, in agony and slightly delirious with the pain and sheer fullness. I rubbed my bladder and felt how rock hard it was, solid and ready to pop it was agony to touch and burning hot, it ached, just like my lips and thighs which were quivering with the effort of holding back so much for so long. I couldn’t wait to let go, I dropped my 50p into the turnstile and walked forward, the cold metal pressed on my swollen tummy as I did, it was almost too much to bear, I felt pee rush downwards and a wave of agony almost took my legs from under me... I held on to the walls as I walked into the huge white bathroom, it looked like heaven, a row of pure white stalls ahead of me. I groaned in desperation as I touched the first one and it was locked, pee began to leak from me and I pulled up my skirt over my hips and placed my hand into my crotch, the second, third, fourth and fifth stalls were locked too, excruciating sounds of frantic pee streams and moans of relief were all I could hear from within. I began to pee, it was pouring down my legs and I was panicking, I ran forward door after door was locked closed, the last cubicle opened and I ran toward it, pee streaming down my legs, I tore down my tights and knickers as I went not caring who saw me, I threw the door open, ran in, banged the lock across and threw myself down onto the seat... Wee burst out of me with startling force, I bent forward and doubled over, rubbing my tummy as my bladder relaxed, it was so painful I thought I would pass out, eventually the pain began to subside to a dull ache and I started to feel better, I was so glad to finally be empty that I began to cry. I sat back onto the toilet and panted, glad to be able to breathe again. I sat there for a few minutes before wiping myself and removing my soaking tights and knickers and putting them into the sanitary bin. I stood up and zipped up my skirt, slipping my feet back into my shoes I left the cubicle and headed for the sink to wash my hands. My bladder was painful and jolted as I walked, I placed my hands under the tap and became aware that I was subconsciously crossing my legs, surely this wasn’t possible... I dried my hands and went to walk out but sure enough I needed the loo again. I entered another cubicle and before I could unzip my skirt I felt as though I was about to wet myself, I sat down and pee poured from me once again, a good 30 seconds later I was still going strong! I decided not to bother with work so got a taxi outside the station, it was around a 40 minute journey via taxi to home so I relaxed and made myself comfortable, sure enough just ten minutes in I was uncomfortably full again and by the time we were ten mins from home I was holding myself under my coat and bouncing around in the back of the taxi. We hit traffic and I was frantic in desperation, I asked the driver if we could stop but he ignored me, I tried to hold on until I got home but it was unbearable, I was so full! I held on pretty well and paid the driver, he parked and let me out, I couldn’t move and was frozen to the spot in desperation, I waited until he was out of sight and fumbled in my bag and pockets for my keys, I rifled in my coat pocket and what should I find... a 50p piece! I could have relieved myself much sooner at the station without the going back and forth, saving myself some pain! I was struggling to find my keys so headed for the wall to empty my bag out, as I began to do so I heard a splash and felt my legs get wet, I was wetting myself! I couldn’t stop it so opened my legs as best as I could and let it out, pushing a little to gain relief quicker. Needless to say I was far too exhausted for dinner with the family so merely got my pyjamas on and went for a nap, waking up to a bursting bladder every half hour or so!
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  11. Ummm.... Hey, Its been some time hasn't it. I'm trying my hand at pixel art animation and this is my first attempt. Here is my OC Maki, she just couldn't make it to the bathroom so she found an alleyway to take a leak.
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  13. So, another piece that's based on a true story, or rather, a true set of circumstances. Partly, kinda and sorta. I'm going to make it clear right at the outset that the true elements this time is limited to my former workplace, the two featured protagonists and their respective role (and appearance), and the general situation (the presentation part) which indeed took place. That was enough to set my imagination in motion though, and I actually began writing this already a few years ago, only to forget about it until recently (spurred on in no small part by the great @Kayn with whom I've been having some very inspiring back-and-forth lately). It will be posted in parts, as usual, and not only due to my habit of not keeping things short this time. Without further ado, let's find out what *totally* happened during this initially not very promising day at my former job. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 1 I once worked at a big multinational IT company in one of several service desks and on this particular day we had a visit from a couple of colleagues from abroad working at one of the offshore sites (neighbour countries to you and me), two girls in their mid-to-late twenties, Rebecca and Linda. Among other things, they were holding presentations about their department and how we're supposed to work together towards the customers. Both girls were really good-looking, thin and medium height. Rebecca had a short Twiggy-like haircut and brown hair, wearing a dark blue collared shirt and really tight-fitting pale blue jeans. Linda had a bit longer, page-like dark hair, glasses and wore a black polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Like I said, both were really cute but Rebecca was definitely the most attractive of the two. The presentations were to be held twice with half the desk staffers attending respectively, the first one was to start at 8:30 AM and the second one at 10:00 AM. I went up along with a few of my colleagues, expecting to get the presentation over and done with. We stood among the other group members, some of them discussing who should sit in on this round, all the while I stood waiting idly by the side waiting for someone else to make a decision. As they talked I glanced toward the front of the room as Rebecca and Linda were preparing the presentation. I noticed Rebecca standing with her legs crossed but didn't think too much about it apart from how sexy she looked in those tight, tight jeans as the fabric stretched across her twisted legs. They were fumbling with the screen in order to get the presentation showing up but couldn't get it going. Rebecca seemed a bit impatient to get it going and I slowly became aware as of why. A couple of minutes went by as my colleagues talked and during that time I saw Rebecca uncrossing her legs only to immediately bend her right leg upward while wiggling her knee across the other leg while Linda was struggling with the screen. If she wasn't displaying an urge to get to a bathroom, she definietely was the restless kind. I knew what I hoped for. Then she put down her leg and bent her knee over the opposite thigh, wiggling it a bit back and forth while squirming her upper body. About then it was decided that I belonged to the other half who would attend the second session and that we should get back down and resume working in the meantime. I silently cursed that my show was interrupted but went back down, making a mental note of gratitude for the brief desperation scene performed by the cutest girl I had encountered in quite a while, and in such a sexy outfit at that. Little did I know this was only a prelude... ------ I thought about the most likely ensuing turn of events; she would probably leave quickly before the presentation and go to the toilet and that would be it. However, this is where it starts to get hot. The lunch room is located on that same floor (our desk was located one floor down) and the only toilets on this floor are located out in the stairwell, outside the door for which you need to swipe a card in order to pass through. Before I went down to my floor I went into the kitchen to get myself a mug of coffee and as I stood waiting for the machine to do its thing, I noticed Rebecca walking briskly toward the door to the stairs. It was obvious she was heading for the toilets outside but as she swiped the card (all visitors gets a temporary visitor card) the door wouldn't open. She tried it again a few times and seemed frustrated. From where she stood, I couldn't be seen where I was in the kitchen by the coffee machine, so she didn't notice my indirect precense. I rallied the thought of opening the door for her, but didn't for two reasons. One is more or less obvious because I'm a perverted son of a bitch, but I actually had a rational reason not to as well, as she wouldn't be able to get back in lest someone happened to pass by outside afterwards. She looked down the hallway but no one else was around. She then briefly glanced into the visible part of the lunch room as well before deciding that she had to get back to start the presentation, so she hesitatingly headed back to the room with a bit more careful steps. I couldn't get my mind off of her, trying to get to a toilet but was tied to a tight schedule and having to get back to a presentation with a presumably full bladder. On the other hand I figured she would excuse herself during the session or, if she didn't, at least endure it and rush off to the bathroom with a borrowed card. Little did I know this was still only a prelude... ------ Fast-forward one and a half hours and it became my turn to join the remainder and get up to the presentation. My mind was more than anything on the upcoming lunch break as I had become quite hungry by then, but it would soon shift focus. As we entered the room, both girls were standing at the front like before, fiddling with the computer in order to reset the presentation and get going again. Naturally, I immediately focused on Rebecca and to my absolute amazement, everything pointed at her not having been to the toilet yet, despite it being over one and a half hours since she frustratingly had tried to find relief! She could hardly stand still even though she obviously tried to, shifting her foot and crossing her legs alternately while she fingered on the laptop. I silently prayed she would somehow be hindered if she tried to escape, which I was sure she would do. Carrying on with yet another presentation would be madness considering her apparent state! But she continued tapping on the computer, anxiously looking at the clock which approached 10:00 AM, all the while fanning one leg in and out, waiting for the computer to obey her commands. At last she appeared to be done as she turned to Linda, saying something I didn't hear but I concluded that it was toilet-related as Linda handed her own card over to Rebecca who immediately turned for the door. As fate would have it, several people stood in the door opening, prompting her to wait and as she did, someone worded a question if it was time to get going yet. Rebecca looked like she was about to utter something, but hesitated for a second and then went back to the front of the room. She handed the card back to Linda who said something I again didn't catch, to which Rebecca shyly nodded. I imagined Linda asking Rebecca if she really would be able to wait until after the presentation, or something to that effect, and Rebecca betting all her pennies on it. The presentation commenced and Rebecca was clearly in distress. She displayed worried furrows on her forehead behind her fringe and had problems standing still even though she obviously tried to. She constantly moved her legs in a subdued fashion, stepping back and forth as she waited for her turn to talk. When she took the word, she tried to sound normal but she had a nervous hint in her voice. She tried to stand still with crossed legs but was turning her body around slightly from left to right as she spoke. I wondered how long she reckoned she would get away with this without causing suspicion even from the non-desperation-junkie part of the crowd (presumably everyone else). The thought of her feeling that she absolutely had to constantly move about in order not to piss herself was really turning me on! The agenda itself all but escaped me, being all focused on Rebecca's struggle. As the session proceeded, she seemed to grow more and more impatient, and not necessarily due to being tired of going on and on about processes and whatnot. Believe it or not, for reasons unknownst to me, there are actually people out there who find ITIL routines interesting. Rebecca was obviously one of them because over the course of those two hours, she managed to keep her composure passable enough in order to concentrate on the presentation. To someone cursed with an omo radar like me, she was clearly doing everything she could to pass on her movements as natural, but as the minutes progressed, she had more and more difficulty standing still whenever she wasn't talking. Sometimes she stood aside with her hands behind her back, biting her lip, pinching her legs together, slightly turning from side to side on the spot. Occasionally she even bent one knee over the other whilst doing a slight curtsey, all the while trying to minimize the movement as if not to give away her predicament. In those tight jeans though, every tiny bit of those movements were on full frontal display. I was definitely nursing a semi by now. ------ At last, about 20 minutes before the scheduled session was to end, the presentation was done and there was a slot for further questions and discussions. As is always the case, there were these overly ambitious souls who just had to chip in with their know-it-all attitudes and delve in on some really insignificant detail that doesn't matter for anyone in the end. This time I was actually thankful for that, because Rebecca was clearly dying to get out of there. Her wordings were short and snappy by now and as she stood discussing all these really insignificant details with the overly ambitious souls, she leant against the table at the front while rythmically twisting her body around with one knee bent over the other. The tight denim clinged to her thighs and buttocks in tandem with her twisting movements, occasionally even outlining her muscles working overtime to bear the bulk of her urinary emergency. By now her desperation could hardly have escaped even the casual onlooker. No one made a point of it though, and Rebecca herself didn't make any attempt at cutting things short either, probably as the session was winding down anyway. Then finally at 11:30 it was time for lunch. As I exited the room along with the others, I saw Linda and Rebecca still by the front table. Rebecca couldn't stand still to save her life by this point, constantly stepping from side to side and curtseying down as she gathered the equipment, cables and stuff. The last thing I noticed before disapperaing down the hallway was her whispering something to Linda with a slightly panicked expression to which Linda responded with a concerned face. I could only imagine that it was once again toilet-related and that it was becoming absolutely top priority to do something about her urgent need. Alas, I had no rational excuse to hang around and find out about any of it as it was now lunch time and I was about to tag along with my fellow support technicians to the usual food hangout down the street. But in all honesty, even despite my then substantial hunger, I would gladly have traded my lunch for being able to stay in the vicinity of Rebecca. All throughout the meal, I sat feverishly wondering about the potential outcome of her desperation. The most likely though was that she would finally be able to get to the toilet and relieve herself and that would be the end of that. ------ Fast forward to around 3 PM that same afternoon. It was high time for a break so I locked my computer and walked off to the lunch room for the obligatory coffee. After having topped up my mug I took a seat by the entrance to the hallway, idly scrolling on my phone. I noticed from afar the entrance doors opening down at the far end of the hallway and I briefly looked up. I immediately noticed those cute girls among a couple of other in-house staffers. Of course my eyes zoned in on Rebecca and for about half a second I could have sworn she looked somewhat different. Then it dawned upon me: She's no longer wearing light stretch jeans, she's wearing black business pants. Why is she wearing black business pants? Why didn't her tight jeans see the day out?? Why did she feel the need to change pants all of a sudden??!! My heart started to race.
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  14. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... is dancing!" Imagine that the night is still young when she finishes that two-liter, but you inform her that she won't be peeing until sunrise! For her, that sucks extra-bad, because she still owes you a routine on her practice-pole in return for that last pee she begged you to allow. With such a strenuous exercise that requires a hell of a lot of core-strength, maybe you're not so surprised to see the twinkling sprinkles from a desperate tinkle as she comes 'round that pole again... but no, those glistening rivulets rolling down her belly do not mean her show gets to end! :3 As usual, the nude version is available on my Patreon! So if you want to see this girl rock (and soak) this pole in her birthday suit, please consider checking it out!
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  15. I was wondering if anyone else was aware of the Excrementum mod in Project Zomboid. https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2864043248 While the mod authors don't appear to be publicly in the fetishization camp, it adds quite a bit in terms of wetting, messing, and all that. Couldn't help but wonder if there were any other fellow Zomboid fans around. I have my own ideas for expanding upon what is already there even if I doubt I'd have the time or skill to make a mod of a mod. Some of my own thoughts: - Add bed wetting which would decrease the quality of the bed and have some sort of visual stain, maybe occurs only when drunk or at max exhaustion - Traits for weak/strong bladder, wets easily when frightened, bedwetter, fetishists - Animations are very tricky from what I understand but pee dances or holding would be amazing - A little more focus on the final stage of holding, possibly having leaks/urge surges - Maybe muscle strain where if you hold it to much, you won't be able to hold it as well later, maybe you can also include muscle training to hold more over time - Options to just go in ones pants Any other thoughts?
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  17. Yes! Any reoccurring characters (And maybe background characters that Spark is around for a while) will have flash stats. Flash stats are what I'll be calling stats that aren't seen during every scene. Flash stats for characters will probably be added when scene have a choice that leads to character needing a stat. For example, if I had remembered to add it this time, Fern's bar would be 9.7/10 (Bursting). And I'll be posting the next part later today or tomorrow.
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  18. Erica shuddered as she walked into the boys restroom closest to the cafeteria, it had seen a lot of use over the lunch period! It was filthy, it was going to be a full two hour job before being able to move on to the girls room. As Erica began to scrub the toilets she found herself thankful for the dirty restroom; each boy who used a urinal had kept his pants dry, each brown streak in a toilet bowl represented a young man who had spared himself the shame of soiling his pants. As Erica wiped a toilet seat she wondered how many mothers had considered the possibility their teen age child might have an accident at school, she certainly hadn't thought it was even a remote possibility for Grace. Erica hoped the public shaming that she, Heather Blanc, and Bethany Vargas had been enduring, was prompting other moms to have an awkward conversation about bathroom use with their teens. Erica had only been cleaning for half an hour when the head custodian entered. "We need you to bring your mop bucket, evidently there is a need for someone to deal with a puddle of urine in a classroom." There was a moment of panic while Erica thought of the consequences of Grace having a third accident. As she forced herself to slow her breathing Erica reminded herself it might not be her daughter; Heather Blanc and Bethany Vargas also had daughters under toilet restriction. Of course there could be some other unfortunate boy or girl about to be punished for violating the hygiene policy (and another mother about to suffer under the Maternal Responsibility Act). Her head hurt thinking about the possibilites, all of them bad. Erica grabbed her mop and reluctantly followed the custodian. When Erica entered Miss Sutton's classroom she felt a moment of relief when she realized that Grace was not the offending student. Relief was rapidly replaced by elation as Erica realized Heather Blanc would be appearing at today's hearing before the PTA Conduct Commitee. After a few seconds, elation was replaced with guilt, Erica knew Jenny Blanc's humiliation was nothing to be happy about. Guilt was replaced with confusion as Erica looked around; she expected a puddle to mop up, instead she saw a dry floor, the chairs were all dry, even Jenny's leggings were dry. Jenny stood cross legged next to Miss Sutton's desk. She was mostly bent over and clearly using her hands to physically hold her urine in. Her lips trembled, her breathing was just short gasps, and her left foot was tapping non-stop. Jenny Blanc was clearly about to saturate her leggings. "When she moves from this position she's going to pee in her pants. I thought it made more sense to have someone here to clean it up right away" explained Miss Sutton. "After the last few hygiene incidents there has been some talk in the Teachers Lounge about the trail of pee that kept dripping from the girl's pants as she walked out of the room; if that is going to happen today it is probably best if you just follow her to the nurse's office and mop it up as you go." Miss Sutton addressed Jenny, "It is time to move. Having you stand here is distracting the class. Get it over with and then go to the nurse." "Noooo!" Jenny begged, "Please don't make me! I don't want to pee my pants! Don't make me do it, please don't make me wet my pants! I don't want to be on stage at another school assembly! Please Miss Sutton, don't make me pee my pants!" "It is not my fault that you are in this position" replied Miss Sutton. "It is your own fault that you have been disciplined with toilet restriction. It's very obvious you are about to urinate in your pants, we both know I will have no choice but to write you up for a hygiene violation; don't make me add a write-up for disturbing the class as well." A single tear rolled down Jenny's left cheek. The classroom was completely silent as Jenny tried to stand upright. The moment Jenny pulled her hands from between her legs, a dark spot was visible on the fabric that she had been clutching. A low moan escaped from Jenny's lips as the dark spot rapidly expanded. Long streaks shot down the inside of each of her thighs and then disappeared behind her bent kneecaps. Within a few seconds the fabric could hold no more, urine began to pour directly out of her crotch and splattered the tile. For over a minute the class watched as Jenny's liquid waste puddled around her feet, slowly the flow turned to a trickle and the puddle stopped growing. As Jenny stood trembling at the front of the classroom trying not to cry, Erica looked around the classroom. Many of the girls we're smirking and smiling at Jenny's humiliation, smug in believing they would never find themselves in a similar position; Erica wondered if Jenny regretted having that same smug feeling when Grace wet her pants. Reaction from the boys was a little more complex. About half the boys had the same grins as the girls, a few of the boys had looks of disgust, and the last batch had a lustful look in their eyes and a squirm in their seats that made it obvious they were trying to accommodate a physical arousal in their underwear. Erica stepped forward with her mop and soaked up the yellow puddle as Miss Sutton handed Jenny the discipline referral form, "I don't need to tell you where to take this; it's not your first offense, I'm sure you remember from the last time." A few students giggled as Jenny left the room, droplets of urine falling to the floor with each few steps; Miss Sutton had been wise to summon Erica and her mop. As Erica swabbed up the golden trail, she once again noticed the same few boys adjusting themselves as they stared at Jenny's soaked rear end as she trudged out the door. Erica wipe the last drop of urine from the floor of the hallway as Jenny stepped into the nurse's office. "I was hoping not to see you two times in the same week" the nurse sighed. "I guess this was to be expected." "It only happened because I'm on restriction" explained Jenny. "I've never peed my pants until after I was put on toilet restriction. I didn't want to pee my pants, I just couldn't hold it. If I were allowed to use the restroom this never would have happened. Please don't send me to the principal, I don't want to be punished again!" "You know from last time that being on toilet restriction does not exempt you from the hygiene policy. I've already verified that there is no doctor note on file so I am obligated to send you to the principal." The nurse picked up a small measuring tape and placed it around Jenny's waist, "While you are here I may as well measure you to make sure I have the right size diapers for you." "But it's only my second accident!" protested Jenny. "I'm not supposed to get diapered unless I have a third." She moved the tape measure to Jenny's wet left thigh and measured the circumference. "Just as I suspected, you will be a woman's size small. I know you won't be diapered for this offense, but you've already been here twice this week with wet pants, I feel like I should be ready on Monday...just in case. Now, lets get you to the principal." An occasional drip still fell from Jenny's pants, so Erica was directed to follow with the mop. The young woman openly wept as she stepped bow-legged so her wet legs wouldn't rub against each other. Erica was curious if the boys in Miss Sutton's class would still find Jenny arousing now that she was crying. The dripping from Jenny's pants finally stopped as she was sent into the principal's office, so Erica was sent back to continue cleaning the boy's restroom. As Erica went back to scrubbing she felt a familiar pressure low in her abdomen, within a few hours she anticipated being in a position similar to Jenny Blanc.
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  20. Hi everyone, does anyone have the full video “Why I Like Wetting Myself (W/ Wetting)” from ItsLo?
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  21. Your decision has been made: you are going to pair up with Nemean. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. “I… I guess I’ll go with Nemean, then.” At least this way, if Orca wets herself in there you don’t have to see it. Nemean almost looks surprised to hear this at first. “O-oh, s-sure!” “Siren’s alternative it is, then. I don’t think we should stand around debating this any-” “Yeah yeah okay, that means I go with Siren, right?” Orca hasn’t even finished speaking before she goes through the door. Siren hurries after. Mime shrugs. “I guess that’s reasonable given-” “Come with. We’re going through now.” Mime is interrupted again. “Yeah, alright. Sheesh, I’m coming.” Mime and Rocker head through their door, leaving you and Nemean alone. “I-I guess we should go.” You nod. You once again enter the small hallway. This time, you try to clear your mind until the second door opens and you are let into the empty room. It’s just like before, with a pillar in the center. You spot a pair of computer screens on either side of the pillar, much like the setup for the voting game. Each participant has now entered the game rooms in pairs. The Representational Relief Game will now begin. Each participant will receive one vote, which they may cast for any other pair of participants including their own, or none. After votes are cast, each team will receive a container which has a capacity of 50 milliliters of liquid. For each vote their team received from outside their own team, the capacity of the container is increased by 50 milliliters. For each vote that team gave themselves, it is increased by 25 milliliters. Participants may then use the container to relieve themselves with no penalty, up to its maximum capacity. The math is a little hard on your bladder, but the prospect of relief immediately has your attention. “So basically, you want to vote for other teams since you get a greater return?” “W-well, maybe. But it might also be advantageous to give one team all the votes.” “To make sure the whoever is most desperate gets a chance to hold out until they can use the toilet?” “M-maybe that too. But the c-container sizes we are dealing with are very small. Even if one t-team gets all the votes, they will only have a 300ml container. If the votes are spread, it will be even s-smaller. P-peeing such a small quantity and then stopping would be e-extremely difficult for an untrained person who is extremely d-desperate.” There were pee holding experts now? Wrong thing to focus on, actually. Think about something else. “So if we spread our votes, there’s an increased chance everyone are unable to stop and just…” You don’t finish the sentence. “E-either that, or they d-decide they can’t use the container after all and just h-hold it in. It is unlikely anyone who ends up with a 50 m-milliliter container would even try. It’s not w-worth it.” 50 milliliters… Nemean was right, that was nothing. Practically useless as a way to get any kind of relief. You try to imagine what trying to pee into a 50-milliliter container without flooding it would be like, but… Bad idea. A massive shiver runs through your body, and when it reaches your stomach it feels like you were just hit by a brick. You knew you were getting very desperate, but you hadn’t realized just how bad it was until now. You were rapidly approaching the point of no return, now. In fact, you think you might start leaking soon. You realize you’ve twisted yourself into a pretzel. Nemean looks at you, concerned. “S-sorry, Nemean. I… don’t think I can really strategize right now.” “I-I see… In that c-case, there is nothing we can do other than v-vote. You can choose who to vote for first, and I’ll m-make my own vote according to my judgement and based on which team you c-choose.” “Wouldn’t it be better if you just tried to come up with a plan and told me who to vote for? I’m… seriously not in a good spot to be making critical decisions anymore.” “No… There is too much at s-stake for you here, I-I don’t feel comfortable making a choice for you. S-sorry…” That made a kind of sense. “All right.” You head over to the screen, slowly. This time there were only three options, Nemean + Chatty, Rocker + Mime and Orca + Siren. At least this time, there weren’t the possibility of a tie messing things up. That’s probably why it’s called “representational relief”, huh. Voting for team Orca or Rocker made the most sense to you, since that would add 50 milliliters to their container, as opposed to the 25 your vote would add to yours. That said… You were having an emergency. There was no other way of putting it, you were having a pee emergency in a life or death pee game. At this point, you needed every bit of help you could get, and if your own container ended up being only 50 milliliters, you’re not even sure you could use it. You gaze longingly at the screen. Maybe shoring up your own container was the play here? But then… DECISION – Which team to vote for? VOTE FOR YOUR OWN TEAM (Add 25ml to your team’s container) VOTE FOR ROCKER AND MIME (Add 50ml to their team’s container) VOTE FOR ORCA AND SIREN (Add 50ml to their team’s container)
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  22. I also made some edits on the previous chapters, fixed some typos and other mistakes i hadn't realised. Enjoy chapter 6! _________________________________________________ Luna woke up in the morning, checked her phone and let out a yawn while stretching herself. She turned around and was greeted with a still sleeping Chloe next to her, she smiled when she saw her mouth hanging half open with some drool hanging out of her mouth. She looked cute while sleeping Luna thought. Her thoughts went back to yesterday and everything that had happened, after her very eventfull and enjoyable shower they had both gotten dressed and started exploring the ship and everything it had to offer. They went to take a look at several of the food establishments, they also couldn't resist getting some ice cream... and then some waffles (Chloe said she couldn't resist) and then some more foreign streetfood (Again Chloe couldn't resist) for dinner they went to one of the restaurants with a buffet which was included in the price, it had cuisines from several different countries and while Luna wanted to try every single one of them she knew she wasn't gonna be able to eat that much sadly, but she'll be back later on in the cruise to try the rest. Chloe however was stubborn and tried anyway, Luna was impressed with how much she actually could eat though. "Lets make a deal." Chloe said as she finished one of her plates and started munching on a different type of food. "A deal? what kind of deal?" Luna asked while munching on her own food. "When this cruise ends and the ship docks, you're gonna have to do something for me" Chloe said with a playfull grin on her face. "hmm, sure i guess, but what?" Luna responded. Chloe swallowed and paused for a moment to say "You'll have to help me roll off the ship because i'll be so fat i won't be able to walk no more!" Luna came close to spraying food all over the table as she bursted out in laughter. After finishing their meal they went on their way again. Over time they had noticed that the drug did have another effect on their bladder though, making it more unpredictable. Sometimes their need to pee would start to build slowly, but just when you started thinking you might start looking for a toilet your bladder would start to fill a lot quicker, making you have to go in literally a few minutes before having an accident. This did make them worry a few times to find a toilet in time but luckily enough, the first one they found was always open. Luna found this odd, as she started to feel all toilets were always open. Chloe also confirmed this suspicion, but for how long would they stay open? They met up with some of the others of their class and got a few drinks in one of the bars on the deck. They had a great time together on the ship and fully satisfied they had gone back to their room to get a good nights rest. Luna's bed was nice and comfy she thought, but yet she didn't have a great nights rest. She often woke up needing to pee to get up to go to the toilet and try to get back to sleep, and of course same was for Chloe, meaning she would sometimes wake up from her going to the toilet as well. But with everytime that Luna woke up she got more and more interested in the idea of simply staying in her warm and cozy bed to slowly relax and let her pee soak in the mattress and her sheets . With all that had happened yesterday her interest around her little fantasy had greatly expanded. And of course bedwetting had always been a part of that, she never had the guts to actually do it however. While yesterday she technically did wet her bed and luckily Chloe never found out, she had put the blanket over the wet spot and as she had predicted, this NoLiQ branded mattresses were just as good as their train seat counterparts. By the evening she didn't notice a single sign from her little(big) wet adventure. She had no intentions to wet a bed she's sharing while Chloe is laying in it, what would she think of her? The idea made her shiver about the embarrassment she would feel if Chloe found out. Luna snapped out of her thoughts, she quickly looked away from Chloe as she noticed she was waking up and she realised she had been staring at her all this time. "Morning sunshine" said Chloe sleepily "Morning, devourer of buffets" Luna said jokingly, she dodged Chloe's pillow flying at her head a second later. Luna felt happy, knowing she would spend another day with Chloe on this fantastic ship. They decided they would test the wide choice of swimming pools and hottubs today, so Both wore their bikini's under their clothes as they left their room looking for some breakfast. Several of the food establishments were now equipped for breakfast, as they arrived in the main restaurant they were taken aback with how big it actually was, so many people and to be honest it was a little bit noisy. There were two buffets on each side of the big space which pretty much contained everything you would ever imagine for breakfast. Also the sheer amounts of food was impressive Luna thought. "Okay now" Smirked Luna "Please let some food over for the other people this time" A slightly evil grin came over Chloe's face as she looked back at Luna. They enjoyed their food and left to further explore the ship, they didn't really have a plan on what to do next so they would just go wherever they felt like, it was too early for swimming anyway they felt. They went to check out the spa and on their way there their bladders were starting to fill up after the drinks they had at the breakfast, so they were starting to look out for a toilet. Although they quickly noticed a new trend. However they had passed several toilets on their way to the spa and well.. they were all closed so far, they both really needed relieve by the time they arrived at the entrance for the spa. "So um... any plans?" Luna asked, "I think we got too comfortable yesterday, were gonna piss ourselves at this rate aren't we?" Chloe said in an unconvincing manner "Hold up, i actually kind of have an idea. 'Accidents are allowed' she recited the rule, if we go in the spa and into a sauna or something we can enter in bikini, we'll at least won't wet our clothes." "Genius" Luna said, it wasn't allowed to walk around inside the ship in swimsuits where you don't actually need it. (This is to keep people from walking all over the ship and in restaurants in swimsuits) And in the spa it's obviously allowed. although she was starting to get get aroused by the idea of having an accident in the near future. As their desperation was starting to reach dangerous levels they bolted inside and took off their clothes as fast as possible, they went in and there were several signs pointing into different things they could choose from. "Choose something! i'm literally gonna piss myself any second now" Chloe said panicking, With her hand in her crotch doing a pee dance Luna shouted "Steambath!" Chloe darted away heading for the steambath's with Luna right behind her, they found the entrances, picked one at random that seemed empty and barged in. Just as they entered Luna could see droplets going down on Chloe her legs, seeing Chloe starting to wet herself made it even harder for herself to hold it now. Suddenly they got hit by the hot and very moist air inside the room, this was too much for Luna as she could feel herself losing control and a spurt went into her bikini pants which she immediately felt going down her legs. Chloe however, had completely lost control, pee was running down her legs while some was also splattering on the ground straight from her crotch while she was standing in the middle of the room. With the combination of everything, the sudden moist air, her overly full bladder and Chloe standing in front of her pissing herself while it was loudly splattering on the ground. She further lost control as she felt another spurt go in her bikini, she was trying to hold with her hand against her crotch. On top of all that she was getting aroused seeing Chloe peeing herself in front of her. Her hand felt wetness as another bigger spurt escaped. But with the view of Chloe standing in her quickly expanding puddle Luna finally gave in. She felt her piss spraying trough her bikini and in her hand as she finally released, some was running down her legs but most she could hear and feel splattering below her. Embarrassment and panic changed into ecstatic relieve for both of the girls as they were fully wetting their bikini's, after more than a minute later their streams finally subsided and stopped. Their puddles were huge, they had spread and connected into one big puddle halfway trough their accidents. *ahem* Luna glanced to the side where the sound came from and to her absolute horror... she saw a man and woman sitting in the corner of the room which they hadn't seen when entering, probably somewhere in their late 20s. Luna felt her heart sink through the floor from embarrassment. Chloe opened her mouth but was too shocked to say anything "We're so sorry!" Luna stammered To both their surprises the couple just burst out in laughter... Luna and Chloe were standing awkwardly and confused in their combined puddle waiting for the couple to regain their composure, when they finally did they just casually explained. "It's too funny because we did exactly the same like 15 minutes ago, we came in, pissed ourselves and there was a family in here with a little boy and the women went full karen on us, anyway they immediately left after going on a rant." The couple reassured them their accident was fine, after Chloe and Luna regained their composure and calmed down they took a seat and started to enjoy their spa. Relieved they weren't in trouble they happily started to chat with the couple. It seemed they had a very similar experience than them, yesterday they hadn't had any problems finding toilets but today it was a different story. This did make them come up with an idea however, which they started to explain to Luna and Chloe: "We're just gonna enjoy the cruise, i mean, have you seen this ship?" (Chloe and Luna nodded) as the woman continued "If we need to pee we'll look for a toilet, if we can't find one and we get really desperate it is what it is and we'll wet ourselves." The man then continued "No need to be embarrassed right? I feel like a lot of people will have accidents anyway, so why not enjoy the cruise instead of worrying so much?" "I agree actually, you can always go to your room later and switch clothes whenever you want anyway" Chloe chimed in, "depending how far you're from it at least" "Exactly" the couple and Luna agreed. Luna's thoughts started racing, Chloe had just agreed with the couple's plan to accept imminent accidents and just let it happen if they couldn't immediately find a toilet. This was big for her, as she wanted to have some more accidents herself, preferably with Chloe but she was very shy still. The problem was also that there were people everywhere it seemed, she's still way too shy to openly let go in her pants in public she thought. After a while the other couple said they were gonna move on to see other stuff, "But first, um... do you guys mind if.. we...? you know." "Huh?" Said Luna in a confused tone "Oh it's okay, we don't mind go ahead" Chloe quickly said, ignoring Luna's confusion while she knew what was going on. The couple stood up and as they both spread their feet apart Luna suddenly realised what they were talking about, a couple of seconds later both started peeing through their swimsuits making the room fill with splattering noises once again. They made a new puddle without much sign of embarrassment, they finished and both said their goodbyes and left. Luna admired and was slightly envious how casually they had wet themselves in front of them. "What do you think about their plan?" Luna asked, "I'm to shy to actually wet myself in public, besides that, i do feel like they make a good point" "I agree with being too shy" Chloe said, "Like, some people probably won't leave their room all that much because they're scared of having an accident, but they'll miss out on all the good stuff. It's unheard of and weird but they actually have a point." They explored the spa some more, tried the hottub as last. Both were carefree relaxing in the hottub while sipping a drink. "Want to go check out something else in a bit? Also i'm getting hungry." Chloe said with her eyes closed relaxing. "Sure, want to check out the mexican restaurant? They had really good looking burritos" "Oh you bet, i love burrito" "Before we leave though, i need to pee again." Luna admitted shyly, She waited to see how Chloe would respond as she wanted to know what Chloe would think of peeing in the hottub. Chloe didn't respond for a few seconds, still with her eyes closed, but suddenly "Aahh that does feel good, i needed to pee as well thanks for reminding me" They both giggled a bit until Luna relaxed and added her pee to the hottub as well. _________________________________ After dinner they were gonna meet up with some of their classmates who had texted them to tell them they were at one of the swimming pools on deck, it's one of the big ones that had hottubs on the side, bars around the pool and even one in the middle of the pool which was really cool thought Luna. As they were headed towards the pool they were again getting pretty desperate, they immediately removed their clothes and put it with the rest of their friends when they arrived at the pool. They had asked to bring some drinks from the bar as well so they were both squirming a bit while waiting for the drinks, Luna took the first few and speed walked to the hottub they were sitting in. It must've been pretty obvious the way she walked she was pretty desperate at this point, as she arrived she realised there was only one spot left. She quickly jumped in, passed the drinks to the others, sad down and tried her best to look normal while she fully relaxed and released her full bladder. Vicky chuckled, "haha, you're so peeing right now aren't you?" Luna felt her cheeks get red, "Um... no, why do you think that?" she lied. "It's pretty obvious not gonna lie." Selena added while smirking. "It's fine, everyone is pissing in here, these pools and hottubs all have a new type of chlorine that deals better with urine anyway, and apparently it's simply allowed to pee in here" Liv shrugged While still peeing Luna changed the subject, "Chloe can be here any second with the other drinks" her stream finally started to subside after over a minute. "Oh i was already wondering where your girlfriend was" Peyton mentioned Luna was shocked, "huh, excuse me?" "I'm just kidding, chill" Peyton joked. "Coming trough with drinks, move move" Chloe came speedwalking. She jumped in the hottub, spread out the remaining drinks, as Luna was thinking of where Chloe could sit she found out Chloe had already decided. She plunged down on Luna's lap, while sitting sideways so she could also look at Luna, "do you mind if i use your lap?" Chloe said with a big smile on her face. A bit flustered of being this close to her, "u-um no, it's fine" Luna could suddenly feel something on her leg, a slight stream of warmth. "Chloe are you peeing on my lap?!" Chloe had the most blank expression ever on her face as she said in a squeeky voice, "maybe?" Everyone in the hottub burst out in laughter while Luna felt her face becoming bright red, she couldn't think of anything to say at this point as she felt herself getting incredibly turned on knowing her friend was peeing on her lap. Luna was so confused about the fact that she was enjoying this even though she shouldn't, she only ever felt that way with Chloe though. She was starting to relish this feeling and was getting fluttering feelings in her stomach as she could still feel Chloe's stream on her lap meaning she was still very much peeing on her. "I'm almost done" Chloe said apologetic Everyone laughed even harder as they realised she was still peeing on Luna's lap. She could finally feel her stream subside. Luna sighed, trying to calm herself as her head was spinning with so many emotions going through her right now. Chloe must've thought she was really angry when she saw the expression on her face as she started to apologize profusely. "I'm really sorry i really couldn't hold it anymore, please forgive me, i was hoping you wouldn't notice it to be honest, but you see there weren't any spots left anymore and i just couldn't..." Chloe started to get tears in the corners of her eyes Luna noticed, she felt really bad. She finally regained her composure somewhat "It's fine, i'm not mad, were in the water anyway. And still, for some reason i simply cannot get mad at you no matter what." Luna smiled at that last part. Luna could tell a huge load dropped off her shoulders. ________________________________ Meanwhile in the pool right next to the hottub was sitting a family with a little boy in between his mom and dad, they had just overheard how they mentioned they were freely peeing into the water. "Repulsive! What do they think they're doing? This is unacceptable!! I'll speak to the manager about this!" The Karen went on a rant while little Timmy in the middle was simply wondering how it was possible they were sitting in the pool for at least a full hour already and his parents hadn't showed a sign of needing the toilet, before coming to the pool they would have to find a toilet every half hour. "These disgusting girls should take an example of our Timmy here, he would never pee in the pool like that" the karen continued, while Timmy was blushing because he had just peed in the pool five minutes ago, for the 3rd time since entering the pool. __________________________________ Their group had noticed the karen going on a rant about them, Luna just recognized she was the karen from yesterday at the service desk as suddenly Vicky stood up and talked back loudly (Luna just noticed now they must have been drinking for a while before they arrived as they seemed a bit buzzed) "Please tell me how you and little Timmy there haven't peed in the pool yet while you've been sitting there longer than us, explain that!" "Because in comparison to you we have common decency!" the karen yelled back "Gimme a break!" She flipped off the karen, she continued in a casual tone "talking about peeing, actually i kind of have to go" She still stood upright in the hottub as she spread her feet apart and instantaneously started peeing trough her bikini, a clear stream was falling down and hitting the water making splattering noises. "ugh, REVOLTING, don't look Timmy, she's disgusting!" the Karen went on. While everyone in the hottub burst out laughing again, they were getting tears in their eyes by now as now also some people outside their group in the pool and on the side started to laugh as well. Although a few were also disgusted by Vicky her actions and sided with the karen it seemed. Still mid stream Vicky lowered herself back down in the hottub, while the karen was still blowing steam. "You should get kicked off of the ship you disgusting human being." Suddenly they heard someone with a deep and rumbling voice, "You know there's plenty of other places you could go on this ship right?" As a massive bald black man stood up from the pool a bit further away, Luna had no idea he was that big while he was sitting in the water. He must have been 1m90 at least, all muscles with an athletic body. He slowly walked towards the karen as he continued, "You see, i hate people like you, talking about decency while ironically you have none" He now stood in front of the karen and her family, he could probably just pick up the karen and throw her out of the pool if he wanted to, Luna thought. From the expression on the karens face she probably came to the same conclusion. "Come on, explain to me how in the last hour or so you haven't been out of the pool but have the audacity to go on a rant about someone else pissing in the water." The karen's family quickly went out of the pool dragging little Timmy with her. "Let people enjoy their cruise and go be annoying somewhere else" The man ended his lecture and turned around and went back sitting with who must've been his wife or girlfriend. Peyton whispered just loud enough that everyone in their hottub could hear it, "I would so let him fuck me" With the others giggling Eventually the whole thing calmed down and they changed the subject, meanwhile one of their other classmates got out of the hottub wich made room for Chloe to get her own place to sit. They started talking about boys, and as the other girls started to gossip Luna felt herself a bit excluded for the first time. She had dated a boy before about a year ago (just before she had met Chloe) and while she had no bad memories of it, afterwards she kind of felt that she did that because her other classmates and friends were dating and she wanted to feel like she belonged. But while her classmates were chatting about dates, Luna couldn't help herself letting her mind wander off to Chloe, who was now sitting diagonally across from her. No matter where she went, or what she did, if Chloe was with her they always had a good time. No matter how boring the class or event was they were at, as long as she was with her she always felt content. About a month earlier they had to make their final big project for school individually, but by her own stupid mistake she had lost all her work for it. Luna had given up all hope for it and was gonna have to accept the consequences for her mistake which would probably result in a big hit on her school report, in worst case even failing her entire year. But Chloe refused to give up and stayed up with her all night at her house, remaking all the stuff she had lost. It was far from perfect but when she told the full story to her teacher she went easy on her and in the end it all worked out and she had a good enough rate. All thanks to Chloe of course. Ever since then she had a bit of a weak spot for her and she had never been able to repay her for that. She had always thought she was straight. But with everything that she had went through with Chloe lately, Luna was starting to come to terms that her friendship with Chloe might mean more to her than just being friends, she had chosen to ignore her feelings all this time. But she already knew this longer than she wanted to acknowledge. She has no idea how to deal with her feelings however. However, she did know that she wanted to get closer to Chloe during this trip and learn more about her. After a while they all got out of the pool and got dressed as it was getting late, (they had brought along their evening clothes so they could change out of their bikini's) They hung out around the bars when it was getting dark outside, having fun playing all sorts of games while having drinks. Luna could feel herself getting drunk by now even though she was frequently drinking coke and water in between the cocktails. Another thing she started to notice however is that the combination of the many drinks, alcohol and the experimental drug were having a serious effect on her bladder, every 15 minutes or so she had to leap to the toilet, thankfully there were plenty of toilets around the bar areas, and so far their lights were all on green. Luna excused herself once more, to go find a toilet were the line wasn't too long, which was slowly becoming a problem she noticed, even with all the toilets open at the moment. Some of the others followed her as well, finally they found one that didn't have a long line. And just as they left to go back to the others they noticed the green light switching to red. People complained and wined who were waiting in line and bolted away looking for another toilet that was open. She, Chloe, Liv and Peyton made it back to the others while she noticed chaos was starting to erupt on the deck's bar area. Minutes went by as they came to the conclusion that seemingly all toilets in the area had gone from green to red simultaneously... "I swear they're doing this on purpose" Luna said, "Our room is on the other side of the ship" Chloe said, "we better get going, now!"
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    Desperate girls wetting shorts. Enjoy According to jade-net-home.com there are 5 parts to this JAV but the place I got these from only had 4 parts. If the 5th part ever turns up I will upload it.
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  24. There are two videos I've seen with this theme: FF-286 and FF-295. These clips are from a scene in the first part of FF-286, and every scene does indeed end in wetting. It seems that both are in the downloads section as well:
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  25. Hi there, today I have the very rare occasion to have a hotel room to myself. I just prepared the bed and I‘m gonna wet myself soon. Hmmm, cant wait. Already had a couple beers this evening.Anyone wants to join me?
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  26. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... can't get her zipper unstuck!" Oh, poor Chloe! The girl just escaped Courtney so she could take and insanely needed pee... only for the very shorts she's trying to save to betray her! And she was all ready-to-go --- worming and squirming all around on that toilet while tears at that zipper in utter panic! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! If you don't mind the total lack-of-sense that this would make without clothing, a naked --- but no less desperate --- Chloe awaits!
    2 points
  27. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Ack, later than I wanted to post it, but it's still today! XD Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... can't get the ropes undone after being tied up!" Alexis is in a bit of trouble here! The game is simple, drink a bunch and don't pee all day. Then Courtney gets to tie her up once she's finally back in their dorm. Today is unusual in that Courtney's being generous: Alexis can dash off to the ladies' room at any time!... Provided she can get those ropes undone. If not, well, she knows the rules. Not even a dribble nor solitary drop 'til her lover gets bored! And that'd also be where Courtney's generosity ends: Alexis is tied so her hands are bound to her knees, her legs are forced apart by the ropes at her feat, and perhaps worst of all --- so that she's all rolled up with no room to spare! As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! And Alexis is, um, in a kind-of... compromising ... position here. With the clothes go the ropes, too.
    2 points
  28. So, it happened last week, We had multiple mid-term exams and by Friday I was really spent and couldn't concentrate anymore, especially after weeks of non-stop studying... I hope I'll get some good grades at least. Normally because of the stress I tend to pee a lot more often during times like this, so knowing I'll struggle and have a hard time staying calm, and not think just about peeing during such important times, I did something really risky: I wore my pull-ups for the first time at school... Initially, I was super scared and paranoid that maybe someone was going to find out about it ( I would probably die of shame in that case... ), so I tried really hard to hide them by wearing very thick clothes ( skirts over pants and leggings so they won't be visible and make any sound ), but to my surprise no one did, which I'm extremely grateful for. The pull-ups really got my back during taking the exams. By the second hour I was already at my limit so I had no choice but to use them a few times, and they didn't leak at all ( they sometimes would leak during the night if I pee more than usual, but this time I was SAFE ). At first I was really scarred someone was going to hear me doing it (it's kind of loud so I try to release it as slow and little as I can), but thankfully no one did ( now that I think about it everybody was stressed and concentrated on their papers, so it makes complete sense to ignore anything else), and by the the third exam I just didn't care anymore and peed whenever I needed to without worrying. What can I say except that wearing them during school made things a lot easier for me ( like that I didn't have to spend all my free time on the toilet) and seeing that I probably won't be found out even if I wear one during the day made me seriously think about wearing them at school from now on( at least during winter when I can hide them ). This story is on the shorter side compared to my previous ones, there weren't many interesting things that happened and everything worked out well this time ( I hope the exams too... ), but I hope you'll enjoy this one too
    2 points
  29. Hiya, Goldwood here! I'm relatively new into diapers and today I spontaneously wound up checking off Goodnites from my omutsu wish list. Most of the diapers I've tried up to this point have been the generic store brand ones from Walmart and CVS which feel nice to wet but lack the fun designs I've seen online in other people's photo and video content. Goodnites have been on my radar, but I have horrible anxiety about buying diapers in person at my local stores while Walmart and CVS only deliver the large sizes in huge packs that cost around $60. I live in a somewhat isolated city where the nearest "big" cities are about an hour away. Today I took a trip to one of those cities where my route takes me through a decent sized town about halfway there. My bladder was somewhat full of coffee and water on the drive home and I got a devious idea shortly down the road. I stopped at a CVS in the small town midway through the trip, and my heart began to race. There was an employee at the desk who welcomed me, but the store was pretty dead and eventually that employee up front left to assist a customer on the other side of the store. I made my way to the incontinence aisle and eyed a few brands, but it was more of the same in terms of past experience. Then it occurred to me to try the kids diaper aisle. I headed down there and soon found my white whale: a whole shelf of Goodnites. I examined a few options and opted to try the XL goodnites, but chose the girl designs as a twist. I think after seeing those patterns used in a lot of my favorite female diaper content, I was just naturally drawn to the flowers, stripes, and cupcakes more than the superhero stuff. The icing on the cake was finding a pack of 9 XL diapers for a low-risk price in the event they didn't fit. I headed to the self-checkout and booked it out of there cradling my dirty little secret. I got home and started to test my loot. I opened the package and was admittedly worried. I weigh about 30 lbs heavier than the recommended max weight and the diapers looked smaller than I expected. I pulled on my first one and the fabric on the top of the right side snapped in two. I went ahead and took a test pee in the bathtub and was still decently impressed with the holding capacity- no leaks even with the busted material right side. I took out a second Goodnite and made sure to stretch it out and slide up my legs as carefully as possible. This time I successfully put it on without tearing and it was time for the fun to truly begin. I drank a lot of water and beer while browsing my usual mix of OmoOrg, Pornhub, and Deviantart as my bladder filled up. Within the hour I was quite desperate and headed to my bathroom. I stood in the middle of the floor and spread my legs before letting go. The padded relief felt amazing as usual, and the pee definitely felt "closer" with the tight fit. After a nice masturbation session, I put on a 3rd goodnite, this time one with the flower petal print. It didn't take long till I had to pee again and I had a similarly blissful experience with the only difference being a smaller volume voided. Not wanting to overdo I liquid intake, I kept the wet goodnite on and designed to lay low for a bit until the urge struck a final time. I finished off my water from earlier and prepared for my Goodnite's final test: can it hold a 2nd pee without leaking? The result was yes! It held in a second regular pee without any leaks, which I had been a bit worried about given the size. Overall, I'd definitely say the Goodnite experience seems to have lived up to my pre-conceived hype. The fit is tight enough that I probably do want to try the boys XL next time to see if they're bigger, but the fact that I can still fit in them and wet without leaking is impressive and I honestly feel cute as hell wearing them. My only minor gripe is that this particular pack didn't have the cupcake design, only 5 stripes and 4 flowers. If any regular wearers could let me know if that's exclusive to a larger pack or something I'd appreciate it! Very nice time in these diapers. I'd give them 9 flower petals out of 10!
    2 points
  30. Hi there @Christian2002, I want to jump in and explain something to you about why people are asking you to use the word "they" to refer to this character. I can't blame you for not knowing, because everybody learns at some point, but the stuff I'm about to say is important to understand in order to avoid accidentally being disrespectful to certain groups of people. First, I'm going to guess that you haven't encountered the concept of trans people before. The word "trans" is short for "transgender", and it refers to any person who has a strong internal sense that their natural body is the wrong sex. So, somebody who looks outwardly like a man and has a penis, but who feels that they should have born as a woman, or that they are a woman's mind trapped inside a male body, is transgender. And somebody who looks outwardly like a woman and has a vagina, but who feels that they should have been born as a man, or that they are a man's mind trapped inside a female body, is also transgender. The feeling of being mismatched can be very intense and very unpleasant, and to make things worse, historically speaking, trans people often aren't believed when they say they feel the way they do. When talking about a trans person, it is considered polite to refer to them based on how they feel, rather than how they look. So, when talking about a person who has a penis but says they feel like a woman, you should refer to them as a woman and use the words "she" and "her", and when talking about a person who has a vagina but says they feel like a man, you should refer to them as a man and use the words "he" and "him". It's often jarring for trans people when they are referred to based on how they look rather than how they feel, the same way it would be jarring for you if someone referred to you incorrectly. By using the pronouns that a person prefers, you are symbolically saying "I care more about your mind than your body". The character in this series of artworks is also trans, but in a different way. They are nonbinary, which means they have an internal sense that they are neither a man nor a woman. In most cases, nonbinary people find it jarring to be referred to as either "he" or "she", and to address this situation, people in the last few decades have started using the words "they" and "them" for this purpose. At first it may seem strange/wrong to refer to a singular person as "they", but the same thing I said before about respect and symbolism applies to this case as well: by doing it the way the person prefers, you are telling them that you understand and that you care. It sounded ungrammatical to me at first too, but after doing it for a while, it started to sound completely natural. One final note: In some contexts, it's necessary to refer to a person's physical sex, i.e., whether they have XX chromosomes and a vagina or XY chromosomes and a penis. In this case, the terms "AFAB" and "AMAB" are used. These are acronyms that stand for "Assigned Female At Birth" and "Assigned Male At Birth". So, the person in this comic series is nonbinary and is also AFAB (which is often just written as "AFAB nonbinary"). I hope all this is clear enough to understand. If you have any questions, I'd be happy to try to answer them. Also, @Bombality, this series is really hot and I'm exited to see where it goes
    2 points
  31. Anybody have or could find these videos of wetting Japanese outside bathroom stalls Japanese Pants Wetting Clips.mp4
    2 points
  32. Hi everyone, Not really wetting related, but does anyone have videos of girls peeing in their sleeping bags on purpose? Thanks.
    2 points
  33. lmao this thread is super judgemental, I have overactive bladder and me having to pee often has nothing to do with "self control" if I wait too long to use the bathroom after having a bladder spasm, or especially two, I'll just pee my pants so if I'm not looking to do that I have to be vigilante. Also some people just do have smaller bladders lol
    2 points
  34. Hehehe! That's a fun story. I liked that. Maybe your wife should practice the art of urinal-use!!! Just in case you know? I'm exited to hear about other wettings! Is she also into omorashi? Or is it just a you thing?
    2 points
  35. Well I mean even if you don't like where it went. It was a good idea. A lot of people seem to enjoy it.
    2 points
  36. @Wulfgar85 Here you go: https://thisvid.com/videos/nurse-pee-desperation-and-wetting-in-scrub/ https://thisvid.com/videos/nurse-desperate-to-pee-scrubs/
    2 points
  37. I've had this fantasy for a while. Two naked girls laying on the bed. One not needing at all, one totally bursting. Talking about the second one's need for a few minutes, than the first one suddenly starts to tickle the bursting one. She screams at her friend that she can't hold it, she's gonna pee herself etc. (all in good fun, both laughing). She can hold for few more seconds, but her bladder is overwhelmed and gives up and pee starts to gush from her. From this point I'm not sure, but both are probably watching the pee stream and talking about how much of pee was the second one holding. There can be lots of drivates from this, but 2 friends, one bursting, one tickling, both liking it is the baseline. Anything else is variable. What do you think of this? Do you have similar fantasy? If so, share it. Sorry for any mistakes. Hope it's understandable.
    2 points
  38. Guard

    Written for the Omovember prompt "In Front Of A Crush". *** Elizabeth had specifically asked for Bryce to visit her in the medical building today! He was so excited and full of energy that he decided to RUN there at breakneck speed… But, the rain from the last several days had still been pouring, the ground slick with watery mud, and Bryce’s glasses becoming fogged and dotted with droplets. He slipped. Pretty badly. He landed flat on his back in the mud, one of his legs twisting painfully enough that he yelped. Right in front of the medical building. Right in front of Elizabeth. So, NOW he was visiting with her for a very different reason. “Oh, poor Bryce…” Elizabeth said, helping him back up. Once on his feet, Bryce received a reminder of the OTHER reason he’d been in such a hurry to get to this building; Nothing was worse on Bryce’s bladder than a rainstorm; The constant gushing, rushing hiss of thousands of streams plummeting to the ground never failed to make him want to go. And, he REALLY wanted to go now. Bryce bounced on his heels, but cringed when a horrid slice of pain rocketed up his injured leg. “Careful steps now,” Elizabeth encouraged. “Lean against me.” Bryce obeyed. It felt really good to press himself into her, but his bladder was still throbbing with tension. This was ridiculous! He’d relieved himself only half an hour ago, he wished his bladder wasn’t so sensitive to running water! It felt like every drop falling from the sky was somehow ending up inside him! And now that he was hurt, Elizabeth was sure to fuss over him… Which, he supposed wouldn’t have been THAT terrible if there wasn’t something else that he needed to be doing. Elizabeth helped him into the building, and now that they were out of the storm, she could see one of his pant-legs was ripped up, exposing some gashes in his leg from where he’d fallen. She wrinkled her brow. “Oh, that doesn’t look good,” she said. Bryce forced himself to stand up straighter. His injured leg screamed, just not as loudly as the piss inside him. “N—No, it’s okay. I’ve had worse.” “You’re bleeding,” Elizabeth told him. “Those are some deep cuts. You don’t want an infection, do you?” “No,” Bryce admitted. He could hear the rain pounding against the roof, the sloshing going straight to his bladder. This wasn’t good. He was soaked through with rain, freezing cold from being out in the downpour, his leg badly hurt and wanting to pee on top of all that wasn’t helping with any of it. Before, he’d been planning to sneak off to the toilet before meeting with Elizabeth, foregoing the embarrassment of having to tell her that he wanted to relieve himself. And, if that hadn’t worked out, he’d intended to wait for her to get distracted by a patient for a second, and then say he needed to ‘check on something’, still easily avoiding having to tell her that he was currently full of piss. But, now he WAS her patient, and her attention was going to remain fixed on him. Heat and pressure bloomed in his chest. His choices now were to either hold it in, or tell Elizabeth he wanted a toilet break. Of course, Bryce was just going to have to hold it. “Mmm,” Elizabeth murmured. “I don’t think it’s severe enough I need to give you a bed here… Come with me.” Pressing his thighs together, Bryce hesitantly allowed Elizabeth to lead him down a short hallway. He realized after a moment that she was actually taking him to the restroom, and the blush spread up to his face. Had she been able to tell somehow? Bryce had thought he’d been doing a good job at concealing his desire to urinate. He hadn’t been crossing his legs… Granted, doing THAT right now would probably hurt pretty badly. When she opened the door and told him to go in, the unpleasant, squirming warmth that had been radiating inside him grew even stronger. He didn’t want her telling him to go pee, thinking that he couldn’t wait… “I don’t need to go,” he told her. And that was true, he didn’t need to go. He just wanted to go. Really, really badly. Those were two different things. “Heh, not for that,” Elizabeth laughed. “I was just gonna put some medicine on those cuts.” She took his arm again and helped him inside. “Sit down,” she instructed. Bryce looked around. The only place to sit was on the lidless toilet. His bladder was cramping hard at the sight of it, since there wasn’t even a lid shielding the bowl, his body was certain that it was time to release now. He palmed his crotch for a moment while Elizabeth had her back turned. She couldn’t be asking for him to sit THERE, right? “Oh, and pull your pants down first,” Elizabeth added. Oh, God… WHAT? “Dear, try not to be so embarrassed. Just your pants,” Elizabeth said. “Leave your boxers on. I just need to be able to get to your cuts. Pull them down and sit on the toilet, I’ll have you all cleaned and bandaged really fast.” She DID want him to sit on the toilet. With his pants down, no less! Shaking with embarrassment, Bryce slowly unzipped his pants. The sound of his zipper being pulled, a noise that so often came directly before he started to pee, was like a siren song to his bladder. It convulsed hard inside him, a flare of need traveling down his length. He grimaced hard, gnashing his teeth. He really wanted to grab himself again, but now Elizabeth was looking… “I’ll turn around while you take them off,” Elizabeth said. “Would that help you feel better?” Bryce nodded. ‘Please, please turn around! I want to hold myself…’ She turned, and Bryce immediately gave his crotch a nice, firm squeeze. The relief of that was enough to draw a sigh from his lips, but all too quickly, he had to let go so he could finish taking off his pants. THIS was a torment to his bladder as well. Since he so often sat down to pee, baring his legs like this inside a restroom was ANOTHER cue that he was about to let go. His body just couldn’t grasp that, in spite of where he was and how much he had disrobed, he wasn’t going to pee any time soon. Finally, Bryce looked at the toilet. He could scarcely imagine what seating himself down on that thing was going to do to him. Maybe if it had a lid, he could pretend to himself that it was a normal chair, but no. He was going to have to sit directly on a toilet seat while continuing to hold back his torrent. He could simply TELL Elizabeth something like “Oh, you know what? Being in here is kinda making me need to go a little, after all! Could I please have some privacy for a minute?” If he said that, she’d have no idea that he was actually… Maybe… Kind of… A little bit desperate to go. She’d believe him that it had just come on suddenly, a natural response to being inside a restroom. That was all he needed to say! And then he’d have the room to himself, and he could unload all the liquid he was restraining. It would be so easy! Except. before Bryce worked up the nerve to tell her, Elizabeth had turned back around. “Go ahead,” she said. “I know it’s embarrassing, just pretend it’s a chair.” “O—Okay,” Bryce blushed hard and anxiously sat down on the toilet. And… Holy fuck… Bryce’s bladder felt like it was being snapped in half! He was sitting on a toilet seat, the bowl right underneath him. He could feel the cold porcelain against his thighs even through his boxers, all the familiar tactile sensations that told him it was safe to pee. But, his boxers were still up, still in the way, still about to get drenched should he relax himself even the tiniest bit… And Elizabeth was still here, and he had to hold it. He had to hold it. He had to hold it! Even though it hurt really, really badly. Even if the pain in his abdomen was far outweighing the ache in his leg. He had to hold it. Don’t let it out, don’t let it out, don’t let it out! Bryce’s face scrunched up, his mouth twisting into a grimace and his eyes screwing shut. He just had to forget where he was. Had to convince himself that he wasn’t on the toilet. He was somewhere else. Somewhere with no restrooms, or bushes, or bottles. Nowhere to pee, so he just had to wait. Elizabeth frowned at the pain present in Bryce’s features. “It’s alright,” she told him. “That was a bad fall, but I’ll make your leg stop hurting.” Bryce could barely even FEEL his leg anymore. All he could feel were the oceans of pee colliding inside his bladder, the quivering in his sphincters as the urine desperately tried to flow through them. He tensed his thighs, since it was all he could do to alleviate the pressure. “Please, hurry?” he asked, his voice sounding utterly pitiful even to himself. Elizabeth reached into the cabinet below the sink. She withdrew a bottle of medicine and some cotton balls. “I’m sorry, this might sting some,” she warned him. Bryce didn’t think anything could possibly sting as badly as his urethra was, straining hard against a wave of barely contained piss. “Just hurry…” he repeated. Unable to stop himself, he started to shift around on his seat, rocking from side to side. All this did was irritate his bladder further, the liquid inside of it being sloshed back and forth with the motion. “Try and hold still, okay?” Elizabeth encouraged, kneeling down in front of him. “I’m just going to put a little medicine on you now…” With a loud boom of thunder, the noise of the rain pelting down increased dramatically. Bryce shuddered at the sound. A wave of desperation hit him as the rain hissed away and Elizabeth dabbed the medicine against his cut. She was right, it did sting, quite a lot. “Nnnh!” he kicked his other leg out from the discomfort. It wasn’t just the pain of the medicine being applied, it was the way the rest of his body RESPONDED to that pain. His muscles all went taut, and squeezed in around his bladder, like it was caught inside a juicer. He instinctively grabbed onto his dick again when he felt a drip beading at his tip. He was too late, and he felt it seep into his boxers anyway. “Shhh,” Elizabeth said. “I know, it hurts… But, it will help your cuts stay clean.” She started to dab around another cut, and Bryce became more accustomed to how that felt. His bladder kept lurching every time he felt the burn in his leg, but he didn’t lose any more drops. But, then Elizabeth moved onto his deepest cut, and the pain of the medication being smeared into the slice made him suddenly collapse back in pain. The only thing worse than the medicine was how furiously his abdominal muscles dug into his bladder, and— Elizabeth froze when she heard the sound of liquid trickling against liquid, punctuated by a tiny hiss that didn’t sound like it was coming from outside. It took her longer than it should have to figure out what the noise had been, but then she said “O—Oh dear… Do you… Actually need to USE that toilet right now, Bryce?” Bryce nodded, blushing furiously. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t hold it, and he COULDN’T let himself have an accident when he was literally sitting on a toilet! Elizabeth felt silly asking this next question, the leak she’d just heard should have been answer enough. “Can you wait until I finish with your leg?” Bryce was shaking his head wildly, face going redder and redder, and when another spurt dribbled into the bowl his eyes blew wide open. “Okay,” Elizabeth said. “That’s fine. You should have just told me that you needed to go. Do you need help getting up for a second?” Bryce DID need help standing up, and not just because of his hurt leg. His bladder had no room left inside of it, even the smallest motions made it roll over and slam itself against the walls of his body. He was going to burst if he stood up. He didn’t think he COULD stand up. Even with help, he doubted it was possible. Bryce shook his head, “N—No,” he managed. Because if Elizabeth tried to move him right now, he knew he’d likely just explode. “I’ll just…” he spread his thighs apart, rolled up one of the legs on his boxers and gently positioned his member so it was now pointing down into the bowl. He did this sometimes if he had to pee in the middle of the night and he thought it would be too cold to pull his boxers down. A jet of pee erupted from him as soon as the fabric was out of his way, he cringed and clamped off his flow anyway. ‘Don’t pee in front of her!’ he begged himself. ‘Not again! Hold it!’ He managed to keep the remainder of his flood at bay for a second, long enough to squeak out “Could y—“ But that was it, then he was gushing uncontrollably, his stream loudly slamming into the water beneath him, and there was nothing he could do to make it stop. “A—Ah—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..” Bryce’s panicked yelp transformed into a relaxed, pleased moan when the relief overtook all other stimuli. Finally, he was pissing for all he was worth, his painfully inflated bladder shrinking away to nothing. At first, Elizabeth thought he was wetting himself on the toilet, but he seemed a bit TOO happy right now for that to be the case. She realized that he’d lifted one of the legs of his boxers so that the material wouldn’t get hit by his stream, and then just let it go. That was an…Interesting way to piss. Not that she’d spent much time observing anybody’s pissing habits. She had to admit she didn’t exactly mind observing Bryce’s right now, though. It was nice to see him look a little bit less stiff and uptight for once. Instead, just slumping over and doing what came naturally. But, another thing that came naturally to Bryce was the apology he was firing off once a few seconds had passed and the relief was no longer as mind-numbing. “Elizabeth— I’m— I’m sorry! I— I can’t believe I’m— I should have waited, I just couldn’t!” “Bryce, it’s okay,” Elizabeth said gently. “I’ve seen people pee before. I’ve seen YOU pee before. It isn’t a big deal.” Bryce’s bladder kept pouring, even when the embarrassment tinged his cheeks pink and made his spine stiffen, his stream didn’t slow down at all. If anything, it only got more powerful. His face heated up as Elizabeth just kept standing there beside him, the room silent save for the furious rush of his pee. “I’m sorry…” he repeated. “Almost done.” That was a complete lie, as he didn’t feel even close to empty. He liked having a large bladder most of the time, but when he was awkwardly sitting there, waiting for it to drain out so that Elizabeth wouldn’t be listening to him gush anymore, he wished it were a little smaller. Making him blush even more, Elizabeth said “It’s okay, take your time.” To Bryce’s dismay, he DID end up taking his time. Even as forceful as his stream was, there had just been SO MUCH inside his bladder that it took FOREVER for him to get finished. When the final drops had seeped from his urethra, he kept sitting there and shuddering. After a few solid seconds without any hissing noises, Elizabeth asked “Done?” Bryce nodded timidly. “I’m so sorry…” he said again. “It’s okay…” Elizabeth promised. “I’m not offended just because you needed to pee really badly. I just wish you’d SAID something about it sooner.” “I… I had to go since I came here,” Bryce admitted. “That’s part of why I was running… The rain, it… It bothers me.” Elizabeth frowned. Bryce had actually managed to injure himself because he hadn’t relieved his bladder before it became an emergency. And then he’d decided to CONTINUE holding it even after that. “Bryce, can you please TELL me if you need the toilet?” she requested. “I understand feeling embarrassed, but I was trying to help you today, and I didn’t realize I was just making you suffer.” “Y—You weren’t making me suffer,” Bryce promised. “The medicine hurts, but—“ “I was causing you to hold your bladder. Because I didn’t know you WERE holding it. I thought you were squirming because of your leg.” “I’m sorry…” Bryce said. “I don’t want you to worry.” 
“I won’t if you promise to tell me when you need something,” Elizabeth said. “I don’t like it when someone doesn’t communicate with me. Especially if it’s important.” “Eheh,” Bryce rubbed the back of his neck. “Um… It was just peeing. It’s not that important.” “That looked like it was pretty important,” Elizabeth said. “You needed that awfully bad.” “Er… I could have—“ “Don’t you DARE try to tell me you could have waited,” Elizabeth said. “I asked you if you could hang on until I’d bandaged your leg, and you completely panicked. You couldn’t even wait for me to leave the room before you went.” Bryce stared down at his lap. He felt like he was under a spotlight. “Alright…” he sighed. “Alright… I… I was bursting. And, if I’m ever bursting again, I’ll tell you.” “Thank you,” Elizabeth said. Bryce kept blushing. God, why was he… Why was he feeling so— He was so humiliated, but there was something underneath the embarrassment. A funny, little tingle. Elizabeth was scolding him, being so firm with him. Fuck no, he wasn’t supposed to be having these feelings when he was in the real world, when he was with the people he actually KNEW. He was only supposed to have them when he visited his secret club and fooled around for a night. The feelings were supposed to stay there, they were not allowed to follow him outside. Elizabeth finished cleaning Bryce’s cuts and started to wrap a bandage around his leg. All the while, Bryce was fighting his imagination. ‘Bryce, I told you that you have to tell me when you need to pee…’ The Elizabeth in his daydream chided. ‘Now look at yourself, you’re so desperate you can hardly even walk… If you don’t learn to start listening to your body, maybe I should make you have an accident…’ Shitshitshit… Pee stuff had never, ever been a factor in any of his fantasies before. It had never been a factor in any of the things he explored at that club. Yes, he knew there were people in the club who… Enjoyed things relating to urination, but Bryce was not one of them. He didn’t like holding his pee, or… Or proving to himself that he could withstand his need for ages and ages. He did DO that an awful lot though, didn’t he? Especially for someone who ‘didn’t like it’… But, holding it hurt! And it wasn’t like being whipped, where beneath all the pain there was an intense thrill of showing himself and whoever was whipping him just how much he could take! Not at all! ‘Oh, wow,’ he pictured Elizabeth saying. ‘That’s so much! How did you ever fit all of that inside you? Poor Bryce, he’s getting so, so wet with all that pee, isn’t he?’ ‘WHAT. THE. FUCK,’ Bryce shook his head frantically, trying to clear away those thoughts. Elizabeth had finished with the bandage. “There we are,” she said, helping Bryce stand up again. He cringed, there was some dampness at the back of his boxers. When he lifted one leg up while sitting to piss during the night, he was never very desperate to go. He’d just let out a trickle, there wouldn’t be splashback to worry about hitting his clothes. This time had been different, he’d pissed violently and forcefully and some of it had sloshed back onto him. He pulled his pants up, zipped them, and hoped Elizabeth hadn’t seen the damp spot. “Feeling more comfortable now?” Elizabeth asked. “Y—Yes…” Bryce lied. He wasn’t comfortable, his imagination in the last several minutes had made him EXTREMELY uncomfortable. ‘Calm down,’ he begged himself. ‘You— You’ve ALWAYS been interested in… Unusual things. You like ropes. You like whips. You once jacked off while imagining someone forcing you to swim through glue for some fucking reason. If THIS gets added to the list, it won’t even be the strangest thing on it! Why are you freaking out?’ When he fantasized about his other kinks, he didn’t involve people that he knew outside the club. This was the first time he’d seriously thought about doing something so kinky with a person who was part of his every day life. ‘That’s… Probably not too bad. Elizabeth’s always made you feel funny, at least it was just her and not—‘ ‘Bryce, that is pathetic!’ Bryce’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted when Kenneth suddenly popped into his mind’s eye. He was wearing an extremely revealing rubber and latex suit for some reason and brandishing a whip. ‘I can’t believe you’d pee yourself after just six hours of waiting! How utterly humiliating for you! I’m going to have to teach you a lesson!’ ‘That’s right, Bryce!’ a dream-version of Dwight said. He too was wearing the same latex outfit. ‘Over Kenneth’s knee now!’ ‘Ohh, poor Bryce!’ dream-Elizabeth cooed. ‘I told him to start listening to his bladder! He really DOES need a lesson!’ “Bryce…?” the real Elizabeth asked. “You are looking a little pale… Are you sure you’re feeling better?” Bryce felt like he was going to either hyperventilate or spring an erection. Maybe both.
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  39. Before I go on, I’ll give the two girls a name. Let me call the skinny: “Lily “ and the curvy “Moly” At that special holiday was the door bell ringing at Moly’s house. It was about 10 am. She was alone at home, her parents were at work. Moly opened the door she saw Lily standing outside. The skinny did wear a super short dress and showed her slim, bare legs nearly up to her panties. ”Lily, you looks gorgeous !” said the curvy. ”You look great too.” answered the skinny. Moly did wear the tiniest and most tight fitting shorts and a short shirt. Her belly was nude and she looked more sexy than it should be allowed. ”Have you been a good girl?” asked Moly. ”Oh yes i have been a good girl and i am still a good girl. I did not wee since i went to sleep last night. I had to go pretty bad as i waked up in the morning, but i did not go, i am still holding back my wee and now i am here with my bladder very full and a strong urge to wee, like you told me that i have to come.”said Lily and cross her super slim and super sexy legs. ”You are my girl ! I really love you.” said the curvy and kissed the skinny. “I never kissed a girl before you and i never suppressed my strong morning urge so long. I did not wee since more than 12 hours and my urge is already very bad . How much longer do i have to hold it?” wanted Lily know. ”Until your limit, until you can’t any longer. I am holding it with you, i did not pee since yesterday before dinner, not since 16 hours .” said Moly. They went into Moly’s room, stripped each other’s clothes and did lie down to the bed. They kissed and caressed each other tender, especially at their abdomen where they were holding a lot of hot girl urine inside. Moly’s over full bladder curved out and made her belly swollen and round. Lily’s overfilled bladder was pregnant and the contours was bulging visible out between her hipbones. “Your thin body is so great and soooo sexy! At gym i dreamed so many times to see your body totally naked and i dreamed so many times that there would be bursting full bladder inside this gorgeous body. Now my dream has come true, you lie beside me completely naked and your bladder is full from yesterday.” said the curvy and pressed soft in the skinny girls belly. Harder and harder pressed Moly on the girls bulging bladder until Lily moaned and said “more pressure i can’t endure, if you press harder, I’ll piss in your bed.” ”Oh no, you’ll not do that, you are a good girl, you’ll hold it for me, you can endure more much more.” answered Moly. Lily pressed as well hard on Moly’s swollen abdomen. Both girls had two of their fingers deep in the slit of the other girl. After a longer while they went totally naked to the kitchen for something to eat and to drink. On the way back stopped the skinny and crossed her sexy legs very hard. “I need to wee so bad, i can’t stand that much longer!” she said. ”I know that it is pretty bad already, i can feel it by myself, but you can bear much more, you must just believe at yourself.” said Moly and pinched the little, firm ass of Lily. They had time to watch a video, they did lie side by side, tortured each other’s bladder and stimulated each other’s pussy. They were both so horny like never before. The large drinks from lunch were to much for the girls, their bladders were hard as a rock and full to explode. ”I can’t bear it anymore, i have to piss now, let me to the bathroom before my bladder burst!”was Lily begging. ”Oh no, you will not piss now and not for some hours longer!” answered Moly and pressed her body with all her weight against Lily’s body. They twisted their legs together and pressed their bellies with their bulging bladders so hard together that they were shaking at all their bodies from needing to pee so unbelievable bad and painful. The thin girl was so frantic to pee, her bladder was pressed so hard that her urine was nearly coming out from her eyes. She had tears in her eyes from needing to wee so horrendous bad, but Moly did not let her to the bathroom, she told her that she can endure more and that she has to endure more. Poor Lily did not wee since 18 hours and was not allowed to go to the toilet.
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  40. My ex trained herself the best I've ever seen. She started at 800ml capacity when we met, already into holding but not the stats. Over a single month, she expanded her capacity to 1800ml. She could never get it any bigger so evidently that was her limit. By simply waiting to her limit every single day, every single time she had to go. She gave up work, gave up caffeine and drank a LOT more than she had before. If yesterday she lasted 10 minutes after she reached 10 out of 10, today she would force herself to do 20 mins. Tomorrow it would be 30. She would never ever compromise. If she was bursting, at her limit and holding herself, but had to go out, she would assess whether to pee before leaving based on whether she could make it to the car, not the whole trip. Thus she pushed herself even harder. Drinking a lot more liquid gets the bladder used to holding more, and dilutes the pee. Yellow, concentrated pee contains waste products which irritate the walls of the bladder, to get you to get rid of them. So diluting your pee with more volume actually makes you need to pee less often, once you've stretched your bladder. It is only a muscle after all, so can be trained like any other muscle like an athlete would. Caffeine dehydrates you, making the pee yellower, and is itself an irritant to the bladder, which is why it makes you pee quickly after drinking coffee, cola or an energy drink. In one month she used her capacity to motivate herself to improve, measuring every time she peed. Today's target was simply to be bigger than yesterday. It all happened really quickly. Another thing: if we were together she wouldn't pee until we'd had sex. She simply didn't let herself. She averaged 36 orgasms per sex session when full, fewer if empty.
    2 points
  41. Hi everyone! I've seen these pics a lot and was wondering if anyone knew where they were from or if there was a video.
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  42. Yesterday night I did a three hours slow wetting, and peed as soon it was possible, and when my bladder was enough filled it was fun.. and here is a pic from the start.. and of course I have my favourite grey jeans
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  43. Wet Jeans - XVIDEOS.COM-red.mp4 this should work
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  44. The chainsaw man anime gives me life, I love these two. (Poor Kobeni)
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  45. I'm still wearing these now, and it feels so good!
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  46. For me it sort of always seemed to be there. There were a few experiences at school. Once in first grade a girl standing in line in front of me started crying. When i looked down and she was very obviously peeing her pants. I remember my face turn hot and I felt almost dizzy. However, the experience that stands out where I suddenly realized what kind of excitement I get happened when I was around 10 or 11. My friend's mom, who I had a massive pre teen crush on. She was exceptionally pretty, to the point that my friend was regularly teased through highschool about it. She had taken us on a hike and when we had gotten back to the van she ran over to the outhouse bathrooms. For whatever reason they were locked. I heard her say something to herself like oh gosh really? We got in the van and she turned and said boys We have to stop at the rest stop park entrance because these bathrooms were locked. She had been jokingly saying she couldnt wait to get back to the trailhead because she realllly had pee as we got near the end of the hike. She was making comments like why did drink all this water. I remember glancing at the huge empty bottle in the front seat after she said that and wondered how bad she must have to go. The ride back to the main road and the rest stop area had taken us about 20 minutes on the way up but as soon as we came around the first corner cars were stopped, im not sure if it was because of an accident or construction. I remember her hitting the brakes and saying something quietly to herself like honestly you have to be kidding me, ugh. Shit. At that time i wasn't really paying attention and talking with my friend. We sat for about 5 minutes and I began to notice that his mom was looking anxious. The cars started to move and the car in front of us wasn't moving and she honked and yelled mooove! Come On! That startled me and brought my attention to the growing emergency. In 10 minutes we only moved about 200 feet and it stopped again. quietly she said wow oh my gosh I have to pee so bad. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh... the minutes ti ket by and By now we had been sitting for anothet ten minutes and judging by how much she drank I now understand her small bladder was probably filling at an alarming rate because from this point on she began to really look worried. her leg was bouncing and her left hand was wedged between her legs. She started looking around with a worried look on her face and im guessing for an emergency exit plan. Finally the cars started to move, but slowly. As we edged along she began rocking back and forth in her seat and breathing loudly through clenched teeth and gasping. She kept saying "oh my gosh, gosh, ohhh my gosh. please go go. Oh my gosh mmmmmm ohhh my gosh.." You could feel the anxiety in the van and I could tell my friend was getting embarrassed. In the distance we saw the man with the stopsign and she said oh thank god Go GO! My gosh go or I'm going to wet my pants. GOO! Once we were past the stop she was urgently rocking back and forth in her seat gasping. Now she was no longer talking quietly and repeating oh my god, oh my gosh ive never had to pee so bad in my life, where is this place, oh gosh oh gosh. She let out a loud ooooooooooo ooo nooo no no no no oh my god oooooooo and lifted herself off the seat a little. she looked down at her lap for a second and i heard her say shit, shit ooooo dammit and went back to her gasping and rocking in her seat, My friend had reached his limit and said mom stooooop god mom.. and she glared in the mirror and snapped Ive got to GO if we dont get there in a minute im not going to make it OK. We went around a bend when we were almost there at what seemed like warp speed, her driving was becoming frantic as well and my friend was visibly embarrassed making exasperated noises and im sure praying his mom would finally get there so the ordeal would be over. Oh God there it is oooooooo gosh come on ooooo! She pulled in without slowing down and slammed the car in park. She bolted out of the van leaving her door half open. I watched intently as she half shuffled and ran toward the main building. To my amazement I saw a small wet circle on the bum of her jeans and my heart skipped a beat. It was 1994 or 95 and she always wore High waisted, tight tight jeans. I distinctly remember wondering what she was doing. She was making her way toward the main building that had a sign on it that said Park Information and I remember thinking why isn't she going toward the bathrooms which was another smaller building across the lawn. My friend was now trying to turn my attention to something else but I was watching intently. She pulled open the door and stopped looking frantically around inside, she was now bent over and for the first time ever i saw an adult doing a real pee dance. I saw her say something holding up her other hand and the park employee jumped up quickly recognizing the situation shook her head and pointed just across the lawn. She spun around and proceeded to run and pee dance wiggle across to the restrooms. People were staring. She ran by 2 women that were almost to the door she swung it open and disappeared inside, another woman walked in and then 2 more right behind. After about 5 minutes the first 2 women came out and they looked at each other and were laughing. Shortly after this another came out and walked to the parking lot. I looked at my friend and asked him whats taking so long and he shot back and said How would I know? He was not happy, he stared out the window pouting as I watched as more people began coming out and more going in and coming out with no sign of his mom. After 10 more minutes My mind raced with what might be going on. By now we had been sitting in the van waiting and I think we both knew what was going on. Finally after what seemed like and hour the door opened and she emerged. She was walking briskly, Her face was beet red against her black hair and she looked intently down at the ground not daring to see the gawking looks from the busy area. At first glance i didnt see it and was confused and then i realized that the front of her jeans were almost completely wet. the wet patch ran from almost up to her belt down to her hiking boots. Oh man dude your mom peed her pants i said almost robotically. I was almost dizzy watching. She walked to the side of the van and slid the door open and said "quick hand he the blanket behind you." He was upset and really embarrassed, pretending none of this was going on and whined back "mom whyyyy" and she Snapped back "Dammit Blake Hand me the blanket I peed my pants im Soaked" She took the blanket hurried to the driver seat and folded the blanket and placed it on the seat. As she turned to get in I saw the wet in the patch in the back ran from the top of her back pockets and left no visible dry jeans as far as I could see. She got in and said oh im so sorry guys, I'm really sorry I didn't make it, Im sorry... As we turned onto the road we sat in silence. The drive lasted another half hour and as we drove the slight smell of urine and damp fabric filled the van. Finally we pulled into his driveway and I watched as she got out and quickly went to the door. I finally saw the full extent of the accident and was shocked. As she walked there seemed to be almost no dry fabric accept a small bit around her waist and parts of the sides of her legs. I had never and have never seen anything like that. She ran upstairs and I heard the shower. We went into his room to play video games. A short while later she popped her head in and said she had to go get his sister and my mom would be by later to get me. I was still in shock, mind racing. I had never seen an adult behave like that and certainly never seen an adult pee in their pants. at some point I ran up to go to the bathroom and saw her hiking boots in the corner. I walked over and next to them were 2 hiking socks. I leaned down and touched them. They were wet. As I was walking to the door i looked down at the wicker basket and I tilted the lid back. I felt dizzy, There they were. Her jeans and light gray now turned dark gray underwear. I picked up the underwear and as with her jeans the entire bum was wet there was very little dry fabric left and I shivered. I heard the front door and I quickly put them back and ran downstairs. A short while later my mom arrived. They had been lifelong friends and I could hear them chatting and making tea. My mom asked how the hike was and instantly I was tuned into the conversation. The recollection of the events of the day were in some ways almost if not more exciting, mesmerizing. Well, The hike was nice, hot but ugh I have to tell you. On the drive back I had to pee SOOO BAD and guess what?? What? I didnt make it No Yes, oh my god I PEED MY PANTS! it It was HUMILIATING. YOU DID NOT! my mom exclaimed Oh I did, it was a disaster, really come here look at this and i heard her run upstairs and come back and they both burst out laughing.. What happened!? my mom said Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I Drink a giant bottle of water on the way back tonthe car and the goddam bathrooms at the trailhead are locked...So I just decide well we will have to stop at the park entrance. So, we start driving and I am realizing that this is quickly becoming an emergency, it happened so quickly and right when I'm thinking I might have to pull over and make a run for it we hit Dead stopped traffic. No place to stop. NOOO my mom says So now im shaking. we are sitting there and its getting worse by the minute, I mean Im panicking and we are not moving. I have to pee so bad at this point I'm sweating, I have never had to pee so bad in my life. and we are just stuck there. Oh my god of course my mom says. So Finally we start moving and at this point I cant even think straight. I am now rocking and wriggling around trying to not pee> I mean I think the boys were amused haha and they both laughed. So we are almost to the rest area and I am just dying and I feel my seat start going numb and i look down and realize ive leaked.. Oh my gosh my mom says. I can hear her sympathy. So I used every muscle in my body to stop it. and the whole time im just panicking. Finally I see the pull off and Im thinking Ok I can do this I can do this and I tear into the parking lot and then im running to the building, One hand between my legs determined to not have my first accident in my.life. so I'm approaching the door and wouldnt you know it... I am so focused I run stright to the information building not the bathrooms. My mom bursts out laughing and they both start laughing when my mom says sonthen what!? Ok So I yank the door open and I am wiggling, legs crossed bent over looking for a bathroom and See nothing. It is clear to everyone there I am on the verge of peeing my pants and I yell out "Where is the restroom!?" and the clerk shoots up seeing i only had a moment before i was standing in a puddle and says not in here hun it's just right across the lawn. They both are laughing now imagining the scene. SO now im about to let go but I turn and I rush across the lawn, and im not kidding people are staring now I am literally a spectacle.. I rush past some women about to walk in and rip open the door. and try to push the first stall I see and its locked, just a sec i hear. I Try the next one and again locked, they are all locked. And people are now coming in and waiting in line behind me so there is an audience. I am Doing the PEE PEE dance. I turn around and see there's a line behind me and I'm humiliated. Some of the ladies are staring but either way my fave is red hott and I'm trying to hold it with all.my might when all of a sudden I literally feel dizzy and a numb sensation comes over me and every muscle I am clenching and holding on with violently contracts like muscle spasm and before I realize whats happening my hand between my legs gets hot and I look down and I realize I have started peeing, hard. FULL FORCE in my pants. Im wearing my Hiking panties so they basically trapped it for just long enough to distribute everywhere Not a leak not an I almost made it mishap but a giant, tidal wave. There was really nothing I could do. I mean my bladder took over and Within 10 seconds I was already standing in a puddle, I had just about drenched my pants.. OH my gosh NO! What did you do!?! my mom says So as i'm standing there in shock peeing my pants and i hear a flush and a stall door opens. I rush in still peeing leaving little puddles across the floor and I still have to pee SO bad, And in my panic I slam the door and instead of trying to rip off my belt and fight to peel my wet pants off while still peeing I just sit down and proceed to pee right through my pants. OHHH my god you didn't! It was a disaster. It had to be 5 minutes before I finally stopped. So as the relief su sides start panicking. now Im trapped in this stall, dripping wet, dozens of people around some of them have already seen me piss myself ugh!! The place was so busy and I have the boys and Im panicking about what to do. OHHH godd I cant imagine!! my mom says..I start assessing and checking how bad it is and move my feet to stand up and look and squish! Even my boots are soaked. I start to dry with toilet paper and im going through the role humiliated and thinking i cant leave like this. I had never peed my pants and I have never been so embarrassed. So im dabbing and dabbing and its just a lost cause. It's so busy and I can hear women waiting in line. I'm listening to people come in and out like it getting busier and someone knocks on the stall and not thinking I say just a second.. I stand up realize I'm just going to have to face it. I finally just crack the door open and see the line, all eyea on me. I put my head down and walk out and start walking. I'm. Ot even to the door and I hear "OH mommy mommy she peed her pants!" And her mom shushing her. I could feel the heat coming off my face... Oh god thats terrible! my mom says. The look on the boys faces, AHHH I was mortified!!! Oh God I'm sorry that must have been terrible!!!. Well I learned my lesson haha. Blake was so mad he was so embarrassed I feel bad. Oh it was an accident he will be fine my m said.. they moved on and I went back to play games. When we left I said bye and as i stepped out she said sorry you had to see my pee my pants today and her and my mom laughed. I turned red and shrugged.. she smiled and I k ew After that day I was aware of something new. Something unique and secret. Show quoted text Show quoted text
    2 points
  47. I was staying in a hotel/beach house last week with some friends. It was a big place, but only one bathroom. We also had a hot tub, so people went in and put of the bathroom constantly to change their clothes or do their hair. On the last morning, I woke up early and went swimming. The cottage was facing away from the town, so I chose to go nude. I hadn't consumed all that much liquid, but the feeling of the hot water made me feel a fake urgency. I always feel like I have to go really bad when I'm around hot water! Eventually the feeling was annoying because I wanted to relax, so I grabbed my towel, covered the hot tub and went back inside. Right as I opened the hotel door, my friend Tasha went into the bathroom and closed the door. I figured she wouldn't be long, so I sat on the edge of my bed and waited. It still felt like I had to go pretty urgently, but it wasn't a big deal to wait. I took my towel off and started drying my hair. As I was wrapping the towel around me again, I heard the shower turn on. Immediately the urge to pee increases and I began to squirm in the doorway. I knew it would be at least 15 minutes before she was out of the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled from side to side. I thought if I just relaxed, the urge would go away. I folded the clothes on the floor to distract myself, but with each passing moment, I became more desperate. I jumped up off the bed and danced around as it felt like I would leak at any moment. I crossed my legs frantically and knew I couldn't keep waiting. I took off my towel and looked around my room. I was still naked and knew I would have an accident if I tried to get dressed. I had no idea where everyone else was so I couldn't run outside to pee either. My muscles ached holding it in. I love wetting, but I didn't want to make a big wet stain on the floor before we checked out. I am not at all interested in diapers or anything like that, but I knew I was running out of time. I squeezed my legs together and picked my grey towel off the ground. I kept dancing around desperately as I stuffed as much of the towel as I could between my bare legs. I wrapped it around my waist to make sure my whole pelvic region was covered. I finally relaxed and felt the towel grow warm and wet. The feeling made my brain react and I got so nervous that I instinctively stopped peeing. I pressed my pussy into the towel and let the desperation take over. I closed my eyes and held my crotch as I pissed full force into the towel. It got darker and heavy until I finally stopped. I put the towel in my laundry bag and kept packing my bags. Luckily no leaks!
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