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  2. Adding a couple of photos from the Monday night bonus wetting. The top one just because I really like how the crotch panel panty lines show up.
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  3. So, the title definitely gives away that I genuinely had an accident while filming a TikTok. To put it into context, I typically have a strong bladder, so I thought, but lately it has grown a tad weaker. I was doing the trend where you jump according to the sound bite (it goes, to the left, to the right, to the left to the right, and then gets faster and faster). Well, while I was first doing the first two, all was fine… Until the sound got a little faster. Suddenly, there was a slight pressure to pee, but literally before I could even process that urge a GIANT spurt of pee came out- enough to wet my pants and trickle onto the floor (carpet, which is how one knows I genuinely did not plan to pee my pants). I honestly was shocked and stopped and looked down to see if I had a wet spot, and I had a very decently sized wet spot. I was wearing gray leggings, so there it was very, very visible. Suddenly I REALLY had to pee and not even a full minute after the first spurt of pee another GIANT spurt came out. I took off for the bathroom as I knew the next time was not going to be a spurt- I was going to lose control. As soon as I walked into the bathroom i the flood gates opened and I started peeing my pants. I did manage to finish peeing on the toilet- but there was a puddle on the floor and my pants were already soaked. I am unsure as to why I had this accident, but it happened by complete surprise. I needed to process and tell someone.
    5 points
  4. The gasp, much to my surprise, hadn’t originated from Professor Smith, who was still somehow managing to hold on. My compliments to her ability to wait. Rather, it was from the student directly behind her, one who had just gotten into line was bent over, both hands jammed deeply between her legs. “No, no, no, no,” She said lowly, probably mostly to herself. The bathroom door opened, finally Professor Smith’s turn. Unfortunately for her, though, the girl directly behind her, the one was either leaking or losing control dashed in and slammed the door closed before poor Professor Smith could even begin moving towards her truly needed relief. What was my little shop turning into? I turned to the latest arrival, the woman not associated with the school, and said “Unfortunately, there’s bit of a line.” ”Oh,” she responded, sounding troubled by the news, but proceeding to take up post at the end of the line of now 3 students and Professor Smith. Finally, turning back to Patricia, I was able to continue, “There’s a spot in back up against the shop where there’s concrete walls on both sides. So it’s protected from any possible view on 3 sides, and 100 miles of wilderness on the fourth. It’s a small area, maybe big enough for a half dozen at a time.” ”That sounds perfect!” Patricia chirped. “Certainly better than our current predicament.” ”There’s just one problem with it,” I regretfully began. Just as I was about to explain my concern, the front door opened again and two women walked in - one about 19 or 20, the other maybe in her 50’s. Mother and daughter? “Hi,” The older of the women started. “My daughter and I are on our way back to her college after vacation and well… We weren’t expecting such a long stretch of road like that and now she really needs to use the bathroom.” Mother and daughter. And college aged daughter so I was right with her age too. Go me! ”Mommm!” The daughter hissed. “You’re being embarrassing!” She turned to Patricia and I and said, “She’s just over exaggerating. I barely even need to go. Actually, I don’t even have to go at all.” Her slightly bent over at the waist posture and thighs that were pushed tightly together suggested this was a lie. Not that I particularly cared. Between the problem I still had to explain to Patricia, poor Professor Smith, the growing line at my bathroom, and my own filled bladder and wet underwear, it honestly made no difference to me if this college girl was embarrassed. “Oh sweetheart, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s perfectly normal. It was a long drive.” The mother consoled, before addressing Patricia and me. “I would like to use your bathroom, if it’s available. And my daughter will accompany me then since she apparently suddenly doesn’t have to go anymore even though she was the one who was just in the car begging me to stop here so she could go.” ”You’re welcome to it,” I offered, gesturing towards the back of the shop. “There’s unfortunately a bit of a line though.” The daughter’s body language instantly shifted at the sight of the line, suggesting she suddenly wasn’t sure she could wait that long. Despite this, she still defended to me, “Even if I had to go, which I don’t, I could totally hold it.” Sure. Whatever. Her declaration didn’t stop her from hurrying to take her place at the back of the line, her mother in tow. I suspected the mother was truthful when she said she needed to go as well. ”So about this problem?” Patricia circled back at the same moment my bladder gave it’ first throb. I felt a ripple tear across my lower abdomen, and felt just how much volume of liquid I was holding on to for the first time, causing me to bend over slightly further and take a sharp, shallow breath in. “Two problems.”
    5 points
  5. March 26 update: (I hired an AI artist to train Emily's face, body, and clothing, and while it mostly was reproducible, we noticed that the AI couldn't quite get her top exactly the same each time, so sorry for the slight differences.) Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating. Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin. And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day. The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light. (Emily frantically searching her home for clean panties) Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class. Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels. Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet. (Emily's best friend at school. I plan to write something about her later.) But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that kind of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen. When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration. Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows. (Sprinting down the hall, trying not to leak. Full-res version coming soon) She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school. Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. (Emily in the principal's office as he looks her up and down.) “You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him. (another shot with the AI getting her outfit slightly different. Again, apologies for the inconsistencies.) A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face. “I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words. Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening. (Emily splayed back on the furniture, somehow still holding it in. Full-res version coming soon) Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament. Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face. Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense. Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time. Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder. Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her. “Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable. “But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up. “Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water. There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school. She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link. [To be continued.] I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon! (Other variants of her outfit) (Yet another variant.)
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  6. Snow go!

    So have been having some holding/wetting fun in 1:1 this week but thought I'd tell you about my day.. Pretty average start, a juice a coffee some water Wee at 10.40am... refilled water, got a tea.. only get 30min for lunch (was at 5/10) so decided I would wait.. then got message that it was snowing heavy at home.. end of lessons I rushed straight to car.. Was desperate when I got home but someone tried to make me wait .... did wet my knickers, then pulled them to side for full wee. He was still desperate so made him wait as punishment.. and I knew I needed to hydrate.. drank lots! Nearly wet when he gave in and did huge piss (do big I nearly wet my knickers watching) He said I.had to wait til 9.. I did.. but was feeling naughty.. (slight wet spot on knickers from sneeze) I'm very lucky to have this omo friend.. 20230308_210948.mp4
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  8. While I'm currently focused on a new comic, I did manage to squeeze in this quick little triple-portrait of Ciri.
    4 points
  9. I put a diaper on since I have roommates / dong feel like a clean up! But I wanted to seeee how much I pee on myself also so I wore underwear underneath lol. I was watching tv, having fun with the hold then the first spurt came out when I stood up.. once I gained control… I sat down and just let it alllll out. Some leaked out and I just kept going. I changed diapers and im just drinking water, posing when I please till j fill up this diaper too. Mmmfff. Stress relieving af💚not usually a diaper girl but this is nice. FullSizeRender.mov
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  10. Havent posted here in a while x3 decided to drink a cup of coffee after having a big bowl of milk, bladder definitely didnt like that >w< i feel kinda embarrassed in a way because peeing felt SOOOO good and relieving~ but watching the video back i realize i didnt even pee that much hahaha, what caffeine and a small bladder does to someone~ VID_20230306_192119801(1).mp4
    3 points
  11. Notifications have been pretty weird today and yesterday. I get a popup notification to tell me there's a notification on the site… but when I click on it, I get my ISP's adult content filter, reminding me that I forgot to reconnect the VPN. Which seems kind of weird… how does the notification get through if I can't access the site? Anyway… A Little Break - Day 11 / Chapter 38: Organised It was just after noon when I saw Lynn again. She was still in the check dress, and she might have been able to pass for a petulant pre-teen with a faint veneer of frustration overlaid on her features. “Hi,” I waved. I was still at the kitchen table, and probably hadn’t moved since she went to her room, save to make a dozen cups of milky coffee. “Doing okay?” “Yeah,” she gave a little smile and a blush. “Feeling little?” “Maybe,” and this time the giggle told me that her thoughts weren’t quite so innocent as mine. “Want a spanking?” “Maaaybe,” and another giggle, before she looked down and shook her head. “I guess that means I’m not that little yet. Cute clothes, filthy mind. I’m still wondering what will happen if Clark says he can’t forgive me, he can’t get over discovering this side to me.” “You don’t need to worry about that. He’ll get it sooner or later, I’m sure. He cares about you, he just needs to get over his prejudices, and I don’t think there’s anyone who’d be willing to lose you over something like that.” “You’re so sweet. So, what’s for lunch?” “Depends if I need to feed you again. That wasn’t one of the things we discussed, so I thought I should ask if you enjoyed it before trying something like that again.” “It was great! I love that feeling where I can’t do things for myself, and I have to ask for help. I so want to ask to do that again, but…” “Embarrassed?” I guessed. “Nervous? Don’t want to overdo it? Still got work to do?” “Umm… the last one, I guess. Well, all of them. But I’m… Is it weird I’m more embarrassed by having let such a big stack of tasks pile up than I am about getting breakfast all over myself like a baby? You’ve put in all this effort to help me, but every time I think about coming down to see what you’ve got planned, I’m feeling guilty about leaving my work. And then when I think about it more, I feel guilty about sitting in my room on my own when you’ve made so much effort to help me. Like I’m letting you down or something.” “Well, you don’t need to worry about that. You just need to see the difference between real guilt, and misplaced guilt. Like, when you think about all that work, how much do you really need to do? Are you feeling guilty because you should have done more, or because you’re setting unrealistic expectations for yourself?” “You know me too well. Or maybe we got a lot in common, I guess. I think this time, I really should do some more because I’ve been relaxing a lot this week. But not too much, I promise I’ll come down before I start to get tired. Before the work starts to stress me out, too. So, is it okay with you if I’ve got my nose to the grindstone for an hour or so after lunch, and then I can play with a clear conscience?” “Of course. Anything in particular you’d like to try? There’s a few more things we discussed, but they’d mostly take more organisation. If there’s anything you want to try again, I’ll give it a shot, or I could just let you play with your dolls, or lounge in front of the television, ore whatever else takes your fancy for a relaxing afternoon.” “How about an afternoon nap? I hear most babies can’t stay awake for a whole day at once, and I wasn’t sure what that would feel like. I know from last night how easily you can put me to sleep. And I could have a bedtime story, too. Get through some more of those books, there’s too many that I want to see before I have to go… If I even end up going, of course.” “Sounds like a good plan to me. And yeah, an afternoon nap might give you some energy after you’ve been working for so long. Reset, so you can start having fun with all the youthful vitality you need. But first, I think you could use some lunch. I just noticed the clock, and I haven’t started cooking yet, so I was thinking I’d call out to order a pizza. That work for you?” “Sounds great. Quick meal, then I can get back to work, and buys us a little more time to play later. More little time, I guess. I can’t pay for anything, but…” “It’s fine. Do you want to go for this two-pizzas deal, or get a big one to share? Don’t know if I can eat a whole one. If it’s easier you could take some up to eat while you work, or bring your computer down here. Whatever works best for you, but don’t spend the whole day on it unless you really have to. I think you could use a break.” “Thanks,” she smiled, and turned to look at the menu on my computer screen. It didn’t take long to pick something we were both happy with, and we sat chatting until I heard a moped engine outside the door. We ate a little, and then Lynn piled a couple of slices onto a plate and took it up to her room. I wrote another email to Reg, trying to make further plans for a play date the next time Lynn was in town, even if we didn’t know when that was going to be. And then it was back to work, which was at least challenging enough to be interesting while I waited for Lynn to be ready. * * * “Daddy?” I heard Lynn call out as she came bounding down the stairs. I quickly finished up the document I was working on, and saved everything. I was just closing my laptop lid when she bounded into the kitchen. “I think I did good. So can we have fun now?” “Of course we can,” I patted her on the head. “You feeling like a little girl this time?” “Not very,” she answered, and I knew the blush was there without even looking. “I did some work, and… Did you have the baby monitor on? So you knew when I’d be ready?” “I turned it off. What you get up to in your room is your own business, and it sounded like you were old enough to deserve a little privacy. There are some things I’m sure I shouldn’t be listening in on.” “Spoilsport,” she giggled. “I saw the light before, and I wondered… But you can turn it back on when I’m little again. Or littlerer?” “Of course. Are you ready to be little now?” I could tell she was changing as soon as she heard the question, before her lips even shaped a clear “Yes”. Then she was laughing again, and came closer to put her arms around my waist. I stroked her hair awhile, until she seemed to have settled on how old she was going to be today. “Do you want to read your book and have a little nap?” I asked. “Or would you like to watch some television first?” “I’m not so tired,” she said, one finger coming to rest on the side of her chin in a manner calculated to indicate deep thought. “But I don’t wanna get cranky. So we can do reading, and have a little nap, and then do stuff after?” “Okay. Come on then, you can get your pyjamas on ready for naptime, and be all snuggly and warm while we read. Do you know which book you want to read?” Her only answer was the quickest nod I’ve ever seen, and then she turned away. I thought she was probably right about not needing a nap as she practically flew up the stairs. When I reached the half-landing in the middle, she ran back to encourage me to hurry, and then she was back in her room again. I quickly got to her and she was pointing up at one of the books on the little shelf. I stepped between her finger and the books, but turned around to face her. If she was going to be taking a nap soon, I thought it would be a good idea for her to get changed first. So I helped her to slip out of the dress and put on some fluffy pyjamas. As soon as she was changed, she was wriggling around on the bed, just enjoying the feel of the soft fabric. But before long she was sitting up again, pointing past me at the bookshelf.
    3 points
  12. Biku's art

    But then the bus violently stops. Wait, the 2nd one don't had...
    3 points
  13. Valerie barely understood how her bladder could be so full. She couldn’t remember the time when her bladder was distended to the point where her whole organism would howl for relief. Val shivered at the realization that relief might come in the form of her wetting herself in the elevator. Val’s heart began to thump so hard it almost broke through the envelope she was holding against her chest. The poor young woman tried to remain calm, but her eyes were strained and worried. The discomfort of her tight jeans against her bloated bladder, the awful burning feeling in her tired sphincter – everything circled around the most terrible sensation of wanting to use the bathroom. The very thought that she might not be able to hold it frightened Valerie almost enough for her to start peeing herself right there and then. Gritting her teeth, Valerie fought off the next wave heroically. She adjusted her long chestnut hair and straightened up, trying to behave casually. She couldn't possibly allow herself to have an accident in front of the two people standing in front of her. Luckily, the conversation between them was vivid enough and Valerie's problems have gone unnoticed so far. - Great, there is enough power for me to see your face, otherwise I wouldn’t notice it was you. And we would not see each other for another 10 years, - said an old man and laughed heartily. - Yes, enough power to light up your mug, too, but not enough to get this thing moving. I’m afraid I’m stuck here with you, old fart, - said a short elderly woman with a joyful booming voice, that was a bit too much for the small metal tin can. Valerie was sweating profusely. She felt her grey tank top absorb sweat, a drop of it fell from her forehead on her unbuttoned white shirt. Her legs encased in black jeans also felt wetter than usual. Her bladder was terrorizing her more and more. She felt a sting, then another, then another with shorter and shorter intervals between jolts of pain. She was about to piss herself, and began to shiver from the thought. Val could almost feel the metal walls pushing on her, as her lower abdomen started to pulsate nervously and she had to fight the urge again... Dizzy and out of breath, Valerie bit her lip in desperation and kept clenching her muscles defiantly. She forced those panicky thoughts out of her head, bending forward slightly hoping that the slight moistness of her underwear was only sweat. She was not about to give up despite of all pain. She had to stay strong. In the beginning of this misadventure, Val’s bladder was too full for her to ignore the fullness, but after several hours inside the elevator, it felt like her bladder was swollen, like it would burst at the seams, despite her forcing her exhausted pee-hole to work overtime. And all that because she had postponed relieving herself, sitting in the office, before grabbing documents from the courier on the ground floor. She remembered having walked past the restroom before taking the elevator down as she'd promised herself to go there right after she came back. That was before she got stuck in the elevator on her way up, before the torture has started… - Are you OK, honey? - suddenly asked the old man, yanking Valerie out of her thoughts. A sharp spasm overtook her body, as she trembled, unable to hide panic on her face any more. She gasped for air, almost losing herself to panic. She was barely able to feel the muscles between her legs and was terrified that she could be having an accident right then. Val looked down at her pants and saw that she’d won this battle, but a few more battles like this and the next one would be a catastrophe. - Oh, no, no... I mean, yes, I just feel a bit dizzy, - she mumbled in response, straining her face muscles attempting to smile politely. Her legs betrayed her and started shaking, her eyes turned into saucers, as Valerie stared at the old woman, wanting to cry for help. - Yep, we’re all starting to get dizzy, - said the old man, - wiping sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. “Yes, but your bladder is not about to explode in your pants”, - Valerie wanted to say, but the next wave of pain attacking her pee hole made her bite her tongue. Valerie didn’t have enough energy to pretend she was okay. She just stared emptily at the wall, crossing her legs, shaking, praying that the elevator would start moving soon. - I’m getting dizzy at how much of an old fool you are, Albert, can’t you see that the poor girl needs help… Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? - the old woman said, putting her warm arm on Valerie’s shoulder. - I… I need to pee. I just need to pee really badly, - she said softly her voice trailing off into a teary abyss. - Oh, I see. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure this nightmare is about to end… There must be limits even to their incompetence… Valerie nodded dejectedly. Despite the pulsating agony her bladder was putting her through, Valerie felt better, or maybe the woman’s voice was too convincing. Suddenly, the elevator moved, and Valerie breathed out loudly, clenching her exhausted muscles, twisting herself in knots, but not losing hope. - See, what did I tell you? - said the woman. The pressure inside Valerie’s agonizing bladder felt insurmountable, the pain became so acute that Val’s pee hole relented and let out and a sharp spurt of urine into her underwear. After two seconds she stopped peeing her panties, but her poor bladder still throbbed terribly making Val shake with all her body, and squint from the pain. At the age of 25 she’s just wet her underwear and her whole organism wanted her to continue. The grimace of panic appeared on her face, she felt like she was losing control over her body, and it could turn into a catastrophe in a heartbeat. The two people had to get off two floors below Val’s office and she was happy they didn’t have to see her running to the bathroom, but still aghast with the perspective of tensing her poor muscles for two more floors. As the elevator door closed behind them, Valery started to cry. She couldn't hold it and peed out a steady five-second stream into her panties and only then managed to regain control. Her underwear was disgustingly wet now, and a small wet patch shone on her jeans. Val’s face became red at the realization that she cannot quite prevent herself from wetting herself anymore. Tears watered her eyes - she was on the verge of a wetting accident, standing there, desperately trying to hold the rest of it in. Her muscles barely even ached, they were steadily going numb… “No, no, no!” – she shouted at the metal walls. She couldn’t allow herself to piss her jeans in front of her future employers. She hit the 8 floor button immediately when she realized that she cannot show up like that in front of people she knew - with teary eyes and a wet patch on her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could prevent teh catastrophe. The elevator dinged quietly, and she dashed out onto the floor right below her office where she had no business being. She ran straight down the corridor to the left having no idea where she was going, but the pain in her bladder was overwhelming and gave the girl no choice. As Val was running, she was kicking her bladder like a soccer ball, and it was just as taught, too. She ran to a waiting area in front of sombody's office - with a large sofa, an empty reception desk and a huge aquarium by the far wall. In the center of the space there lied an old cozy-looking ornamental carpet. Valery stopped in the middle of it. her heart skipped a beat when she heard voices behind her back. - No, no, please, God, I can’t, I can’t pee now, - Valery mumbled realizing she had minutes if not seconds, before her tortured womanhood would drown in urine. She had no choice, she understood. She could run anywhere from here, certainly not inside the office that was closed most likely... Valerie noticed there was space behind the aquarium and dashed towards it, dripping slightly over the carpet. She had no idea the how much space there was really, but had to take the chance. The slightly drunk joyful voices were growing stronger, and Valerie managed to squeeze herself between the wall and the aquarium in time and ducked, moaning from pain in her poor bladder, now forced to listen to the bubbling water. She was standing on her knees to stay hidden and was about to burst. The poor young woman kept fighting the urge somehow, although her engorged muscles were about to give up on her. She moaned softly at another huge stream watering her thigh, dripping on the floor. She knew there was no hope of reaching bathroom in time. She would be fine at this point with just pissing her pants, but the voices were so close, Valerie understood that the people were standing on the carpet and might hear her... - Oh, look, looks like a DHL package… Somebody dropped it… - Yep, these couriers getting sloppier by day, I’m telling you. Men and women on the other side of aquarium laughed and continued talking. Valerie realized there was no way out and slowely breatehd out, allowing her body to wet her jeans completely. Valerie was gasping for air, trying to to faint, her heart was thumping so loudly, the fish in the aquarium could hear it. Valery closed her mouth with her hand not to let any sound out. She relaxed her muscles and was shocked instantly by the amount of pee flooding her pants. For ten long seconds the urine was flooding her tight jeans, she could feel wetness spreading all over her butt and her right thigh, slowly seeping towards the tiled floor. There was now a small yellow puddle beneath Valerie’s right knee, and her pants were saturated. Val's panties were no obstacle to that amount of liquid, too, but the stream stopped. The people were still standing there talking. Red with embarrassment, she managed to prevent herself from wailing, as her pained pee-hole opened uo again. She was sitting quite low, her butt was touching her heels, and she could feel her white socks starting to get wet. Her jeans darkened as she urinated a couple of seconds all over her glistening crotch. With shaky hands, she carefully unzipped her jeans and saw how awfully drenched her grey panties were. Barely managing to hold off her tears, she remembered about kleenex in her pocket - not that it would help so much - and a few seconds later placed it over the erupting fountain of yellow piss. The hissing was terribly loud, she thought, but people didn’t seem to notice because of the noise the aquarium was making. Her valve broke, her urine was rapidly flooding her jeans and the floor. She saw a dumb-looking fish starting at her and sighed louder than she wanted, maybe too loudly. Holding her mouth with her hand tightly again, Valerie was fdrenching her jeans and the tiled floor like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans quickly became sopping wet, she watched helplessly as her pee flowed onto the floor, licking her thighs. Jittering, she was wetting herself uncontrollably as her body went limp. Hot urine was jetting out of her urethra, Val was emptying her poor distended bladder into her panties and jeans. She prayed that the people stay slightly boozed and obliovios to her accident. She was spraying yellow liquid all over the floor, flooding her sneakers. The puddle between her feet was growing fast, her tight jeans were darkening even faster. It felt like gallons of piss were streaming between her knees, making her sopping wet. She looked at her poor grey panties – the wet patch was so huge it touched the upper border. Her blouse was also touching the puddle before Val peicked it up. - Okay, time to get back. I’ll call you and Uber, - said a loud male voice. - Yeah, somebody should call the maintenance, the aquarium is leaking again and ruining the carpet, - said a young woman. - Crap… Okay. Valerie waited for a long time to come out from behind the cover. She stepped away from the wet patch on the carpet and slumped down into the sofa. Her mind went blank. Her bladder was empty. Her jeans were soaked. She felt happy.
    3 points
  14. Yana woke up with a jolt. The gusher of the piss and the warmth felt so real that she panicked. She dreamt of pissing herself in the office in front of everyone. Thankfully it was just a coin sized spot on her thong. A dull but strong ache plagued her lower belly reminding her of the bladder burst challenge with her colleagues last evening. Yana immediately hopped into the bathroom; her eyes fell on the enticing porcelain bowl. It shined as a beam of sunlight fell on it from the wide glass window. As if the heavens themselves were seducing her to come and release the gusher she was brewing for nearly a day now. She tore away her tiny thong and landed her bum on the seat. The floodgates opened instantly. An inch thick stream of hot piss, hit the water below, forming dense white froth. Hardly 3 seconds had passed when she suddenly cut the stream going in full force. She winced with pain and hurriedly came out of the bathroom. She started looking for her mobile phone and after losing a few more spurts she finally found it hidden inside the jacket she wore yesterday. Yana’s hands trembled as she tried to enter the complex phone pattern. Her bladder was revolting furiously after being denied relief mid-way. After 4 attempts she finally unlocked her phone and video called her mother. Yana was 27 but she and her twin sister had always been super obedient to her mother, especially about discipline of not peeing in the morning. Her mother had imparted to her that gross bodily functions like peeing must be kept at the last. “Hey. . Hi Mom” Yana began. “Hey sweetypie! Good morning!” Her mother replied while rocking back and forth. “Mom, I-I am in trouble. . I’m bursting for a pee. It’s coming out. . .” “Oh my poor girl! Didn’t you go last night?” “I – I was out at a party. I got drunk and fell asleep as soon as I crashed into the bed” “How many times have I told you TO-NOT-SKIP-BEFORE-BED-PEES? That’s the only appropriate time to go.” “Mom – it – I was drunk” “So what! Look around at all the photos on your wall – what do you see?” Her mother interrupted. “What about them?” “If you look closely, in each photo there’s a noticeable bulge on your bladder. Be it the orange bodycon dress you wore on your graduation where you went on stage with 26 hours of pee, or when we were in the road trip from California to Florida and you managed to hold it throughout the trip. Or that Ted-Y speech where you nearly wet yourself on the stage.” Yana nodded. Tears brimming in her eyes. “Baby, the point is… ahhh” Her mother grabbed her pussy tight. “In all your important events of your life, we ensured that you were always bursting at seams, and you came out with flying colours. It’s our family tradition to put such gross silly bodily functions at the last of everything. We never pee in the morning. Control is everything. Just because you are holding a few cans of beer and missed your only break last night, can’t be an excuse to break the family custom. You better keep it corked up. You must not break the family tradition of discipline and perfectionism.” “Mom, please this is an exception. I have never failed you before.” “That is because we didn’t allow you to fail. And don’t forget all the success that came to you because of this discipline. There-Is-No-Exception-To-This-Rule. Remember that your watch and your mobile is synced to the entire family. The green dots tell me everything.” Her mother sternly replied and hung up on her. Tears fell from Yana’s eyes as she tightly clutched her pussy. It was truly the most desperate she had ever gotten in her life. No girl on the planet could contain 7 pints of beer and nearly a gallon of water and act normally. But here Yana was. The perfectionist of her family. The calendar widget on her phone showed green dots on each past date. Each dot meant one or no pees that day. She hastily scrolled to the left and saw that for months and years each date had a green dot. If she broke the rule there would be one red dot in her otherwise spotless record. The entire family with whom the calendar was synced would know it. That was a mortifying thought. With her hands shoved into her crotch Yana entered the bathroom again. Before her body could prepare itself, she turned on the shower sending her into a frenzy. Her face turned red, and knuckles turned white with the effort of gripping her pussy shut. For most of the shower she remained curled up on the floor with legs crossed tight. After the shower Yana waddled her way downstairs and finished her breakfast. Solid English breakfast coupled with a tall glass of glass of juice. She held the glass of juice in her hand and stared at it with pursed lips. Those additional 350ml of liquid could wreak havoc with her body. But she gulped it down at one go. No mercy whatsoever. The juice hit her bladder like a freight train. The glass fell from her hands as her muscles nearly gave up. She closed her eyes shut while her body shuddered. Around 10 minutes passed before the waves of desperation subsided for a bit. Getting ready for the office was another hurdle Yana had to face. Going out with puffy eyes and messy hair was not an option. Her tag of Miss Florida came as an additional baggage for her. Holding her breath, she started applying the layers of makeup. Cleanser, then toner, moisturiser, foundation, and sunscreen. Each step was slower than the previous. Every time she took her hands out of her crotch a spurt or two leaked. By the time she was done with her makeup she had to discard three thongs. After spending a painful hour in front of the mirror, Yana stood in front of her closet with shaky legs, staring at the tiny brown dress that lay crumpled on the hanger. It was her favourite dress, the one that always made her feel sexy and powerful, but today it seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. She reached for the dress, her hands trembling with anticipation and anxiety, and held it up to her body. But as she tried to slip it on, she could feel the fabric straining against her skin, resisting her every attempt to squeeze into it. She looked down at her bladder, which had ballooned overnight, a bloated and uncomfortable mass that made her feel self-conscious. She could feel tears of frustration and disappointment welling up in her eyes, the sense of defeat almost too much to bear. With a sense of resignation, she turned away from the dress, her mind already racing with thoughts of what to wear instead. She knew that she couldn’t go to work feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, that she needed to find something that made her feel confident and put-together. But as she rummaged through her closet, her eyes kept drifting back to the brown dress. Finally, she decided to teach her bladder a lesson for not cooperating with her. She took out her dreaded waist clincher and with a deep breath, started wrapping it around her torso. The bulge on her bladder was so big that the hooks were a good few inches apart. Yana however was determined to go through it. Ignoring the way the thick fabric squeezed her bladder underneath, she gave a tight pull and quickly hooked the clincher to the tightest. All the hot piss was suddenly compressed in half the space sending a tsunami of desperation down her pussy. She nearly squatted down and prevented the outburst. A little later Yana squared her shoulders and made her way out the door, determined to face the day with all the confidence and power that the brown dress represented. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that she would have to fight against her frantic needs, but she was ready for the challenge. After all, she was an office lady, and nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. The sun was already high in the sky when Yana rushed to her car. In her quest to teach her bladder a lesson, she had spent too much time in front of the mirror and was now running late for work. But as she slid into the driver’s seat another wave hit her hard. The clincher had literally compressed her bladder to a size of a tennis ball. Pee rushed to her overworked urethra and hit it like a freight train. Sweat dripped from her forehead and neck into her deep cleavage. She rested her head on the steering wheel and jammed her hand into her tightly layered crotch. She reluctantly tried to start the car and realized that her legs felt heavy and stiff. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain shooting through her bladder. She winced and groaned as she twisted the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that the car would start, and she could make it to work on time. But the car wouldn’t start, and her frustration grew with each failed attempt. She was already running late, and now this? She tried to shake off the excruciating pain in her bladder and focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. Every movement felt like a Herculean effort, and she could feel her patience wearing thin. As she leaned her head back against the headrest, her mind raced with all the things she needed to do that day. Meetings, deadlines, emails, phone calls…the list was endless. She knew she couldn’t afford to be late, but how could she drive when every movement was agony? She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she attempted to push through the pain. Her foot hovered over the gas pedal, but she couldn’t bring herself to press down. She knew she needed to get moving, but the pain was just too much. Her bladder needed a relief – N-O-W! Finally, she relented and slumped back in her seat, tears welling up in her eyes. She was trapped, unable to move forward and unable to go back. Her mind raced with all the ways this could impact her reputation and her life, just because she could not hold her pee all day. The minutes ticked by, and she sat there, her mind and body wracked with ungodly desperation. The mistake of breaking the seal for 3 seconds and losing the spurts was making things even more difficult. For the unreserved, the solution was simple. Just go to the toilet and piss to heart’s content but Yana was built different. Holding pee was her way of life and in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world was crushing her. Somehow, Yana booked a cab and started for office. Throughout the ride Yana had her hands shoved in her crotch. Each bump was a blow to her bladder and sent pee rushing down her pee hole. Her legs were crossed so tight like a pretzel that her inner thighs were burning with pain. To add to her woes the leg room of the cab was so limited that her knees almost came to her chest compressing her bladder further. The cab driver kept yelling at her to not spoil the seats. She could not even respond to him fearing the loss of control. After a perilous hour, Yana finally reached her office. She nearly fell out of the cab upon exiting. Her legs had gotten numb. Another spurt shot out of her pussy. Fortunately, her dress was so short that the piss ran down her thighs. She had never been late to the office before and knew that her boss would not take it kindly on her. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and hobbled towards the office as quickly as possible. The click of her 6-inch heels was heard all across the floor and everyone craned their necks to ogle at her. Her massive sweaty boobs threatened to pop out of her undersized dress, but she had no time to bother and adjust it. Little did she know what was in store for her. Yana steadily reached the conference room taking small steps. If she cast wide steps, her muscles would not be able to contain the lake anymore. She thanked her stars that for the next hour or two she was only required to listen to a boring presentation. But all hell broke loose when her boss asked her to lead the presentation since the original staffer had called in sick. Her body filled with goosebumps and tremors of desperation seared through her bladder. All her daydreams of quietly rubbing her thighs to stimulate herself with a full bladder vanished. Another drop pushed its way out of her pee hole and crawled from her inner thighs, making her wiggle. The entire conference room got a good view of her sweaty butt cheeks and the tight thong she had underneath her short dress. She stood at the front of the conference room blankly. Her heart raced as her pussy lips quiver violently. The pressure inside her bladder nearly doubled. as she tried to steady herself. “Do you need to use the restroom Yana?” Her boss asked as if to embarrass her on purpose. “Like a racehorse” Yana genuinely replied biting her lips. The entire conference room started laughing. They all thought she was joking out of nervousness. She cleared her throat and began to speak, but her voice was shaky and uneven. She stumbled over her words, trying desperately to keep her focus, but it was no use. Her mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anxiety, and she struggled to not to let the flood escape. As she glanced out at the sea of faces before her, she felt a surge of panic rise up in her chest. She had always struggled with public speaking, but this was something else entirely. The stakes were higher, the pressure greater, and the scrutiny more intense. She tried to push through her nerves, but her mind kept racing, tripping over her words, and causing her to lose her place in her notes. She felt a trickle of pee slide down her thighs, and her heart raced as she tried to regain her composure. The silence in the room seemed to stretch on forever, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. She knew she had to keep going, to push through the desperation and make it to the end of her presentation, but the thought of continuing felt almost unbearable. A member suddenly interrupted Yana to ask a question. His loud voice startled her, breaking her concentration. Her bladder, which seemed to have a mind of its own, violently contracted and tried to push the piss out. She had microseconds to act and in that moment of desperation, she closed her eyes and grabbed the seams of her skirt. Even though the temptation to grab the crotch was intense but she relied only on her clenched muscles to contain the disaster. The battle between her bladder and her will was being witness with other members of the room. After 30 awkward seconds Yana emerged victorious; the flood was contained for now. She was panting but eventually managed to re-focus on the task at hand. With renewed determination, Yana opened her eyes and began to speak again, her voice still a little shaky, but steadier than before. Her legs remained crossed tightly and she sticked to her position on the dais. As she spoke, she felt a sense of control return, and the words flowed more easily from her lips. Bit by bit, she made her way through the presentation, feeling a growing sense of confidence and pride with each passing minute. And as she finished her final slide and the room erupted into applause, she knew that despite her nerves, she had done it. After the presentation Yana’s boss approached her. “Yana that was one hell of a presentation!” The boss began. “But I would really appreciate if you could learn to control yourself better. Frankly it was embarrassing”. Yana could not help but nod. All she wanted was some alone time to give a long re-assuring squeeze to her pussy. “I love how you’re always focussed on work and don’t take bathroom breaks like the rest of the girls. I hope you take my feedback constructively. And yes, the clients seemed to be very happy that you didn’t rush to the bathroom in the middle of the presentation. Please continue to hold and work on your abilities to hide it”. As soon as the boss left the meeting room Yana collapsed into the nearest chair. Her calves and heels were burning in those nearly vertical stilettos and her bladder relentlessly sent spasm after spasm. Her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her. She had been standing non-stop for over 2 hours now in an un-imaginable condition. Her brain felt fuzzy and overloaded. All she wanted was a few minutes to take a breather, clear her mind, and somehow ease the pain in her bladder. She thought of quickly hopping in the only bathroom which she used at work to loosen her clincher, but it seemed that fate was not on her side. Yana’s colleagues, a group of chatty and boisterous individuals, seemed to sense her fatigue, and instead of giving her space, they circled around her like vultures, peppering her with a never-ending stream of inane gossip and pointless chatter. At first, she tried to engage with them, nodding and smiling politely as they chattered on about their weekend plans and office drama. But as the minutes ticked by, her patience wore thin, and she found herself growing increasingly irritated with each new interruption. She longed to tell them to just leave her alone, to give her some space and let her breathe, but she knew that wouldn't be well-received. She gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly that her nail pierced the cushioning and kept her legs close together. Seeing that the gang wouldn’t leave Yana pretended to busy herself in the screen in-front, hoping that they would take the hint and go back to their own desks. But it was no use. They continued to chatter and interrupt, their voices growing louder and more grating with each passing minute. She could feel her bladder growing inside and her grip on her muscles loosening. Frustration and exhaustion mounting, her brain struggling to make sense of the chaos around her. In the spur of the moment Yana stood up from the chair, hoping that the physical act of standing would give her some sense of control. But instead, it seemed to only draw more attention to her, and her colleagues crowded around her, their voices rising to a fever pitch. Yana felt a ball form inside her pee hole just like it happens when we stop our pee midstream. The only difference being, under normal circumstances the feeling subsided but in her case the pressure simply kept growing with every passing second. Her body was shaking with the efforts to act normal and hold the flood. She wanted nothing more than to fast forward the day to her bedtime and piss to her heart’s content. But for now, she had to endure. She even tried to exit the conference room, but it seemed that everywhere she turned, there was someone there, blocking her path. “What happened Yana?” One of the office girls taunted “Trying to run off to the toilets like a schoolgirl? Or the beer from last night’s contest is still coming out” The rest of the girls burst into laughter. “If you remember correctly, I am the only girl in office who has never seen the insides of our bathrooms here unlike you all. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have got more important stuff to do. And yes, before I leave, all the beer from last night is still inside my bladder. SAFE AND CORKED.” Yana fired back and stormed out. The veins on her forehead almost popped out with the strain of putting such a long sentence together. As Yana inched down the hallway her eyes fell on the smoking zone. She suddenly remembered that there was a small toilet behind it which was not covered by an CCTV. It was the only bathroom which she was comfortable using as nobody else knew about it. She could simply release a tiny bit to give her bladder some room to contain the boiling piss inside. In this way even the fitness tracker would not be able to detect any anomaly and she would somehow manage to last till midnight. This quick break was like a beacon of hope in the midst of her otherwise disastrous day. Yana sneaked in the smoking room and observed that there was another man smoking in the corner. She lit her Misty 120 cigarettes nonchalantly and leaned on the wall turning her back to the man. In one hand she had the cigarette, and the other hand was tightly curled into a fist pressing against her crotch. Each time she blew out the smoke her control seemed to slip away. She gritted her teeth and continued to act calm. The man on the other side got a phone call which added to her woes. Yana cursed the guy under her breathe and smoked another Misty and the another. The man simply refused to leave. She was doing a full-blown pee dance when he was not looking. Her pussy quivered merely by looking at the door of the secluded toilet. After an agonizing half hour, the guy finally started walking towards the door, Yana made her move. She could practically taste her piss. The clincher seemed to push all her organs up in order to contain her ever growing ball of piss. As the distance between the toilet and her decreased, her heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of a few moments of peace and indulgence. But just as she was about to cross the threshold into the toilet, her phone rang, its piercing tone shattering the calm of the moment. With a sense of frustration, she reached for her phone, noting the caller ID with annoyance. It was her boss, and she knew that whatever he was calling about, it wasn't likely to be good news. With a sense of reluctance, she answered the call, her mind already half-focused on the glorious relief just a few feet away. The tone of her boss was enough to scare Yana. She was calling her into a last-minute meeting, one that couldn't wait until later in the day. Yana tried to protest, to explain that she had been about to take a break, but the boss was insistent. Despite her aching, burning pee hole, Yana turned away from the So-close toilet and headed back towards her desk, her bladder throbbing in protest. She could feel the disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She cursed herself under her breath for being so irresponsible last night and not taking her before bed pee. But she knew that she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her, that she needed to focus on the task at hand and push through the rest of her day. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant sacrificing her eye-wateringly urgent need to piss. Three begrudgingly slow hours passed, and the duo had downed a couple of coffees. To make situations worse Yana had to sit in those extremely low and uncomfortable bean bags. She hated bean bags to begin with, but she was forced to sit in the same as they were the only ones in her boss’s ultra-modern cabin. Her bladder had virtually no space to store the liquid being rapidly pumped by her kidneys. With the laptop on her thighs and both her hands on the keyboard, she had to sit absolutely straight and still. The poor girl had no way to even adjust her sitting position for the fear of dropping her laptop or worse, leaking on the couch. Tears fell from her eyes on to the keyboard every time her bladder sent pangs. She frantically needed to reach her crotch for a quick squeeze. Finally at 6 in the evening her boss let her go. Yana thanked her boss and did her best to not look desperate. But once she stood gravity came crashing down on her bladder. She lost her balance and fell on the couch again. A stinging pain ran through her bladder to her pee hole. A yelp escaped from her mouth as she tightly clutched the couch and quickly brought her legs close to stem the outburst. “Yana! Babe you gotta behave yourself.” Her boss warned her. Only if her boss realized that Yana had been holding it for past 42 hours, she may have been a little more empathetic. Yana however was in no position to convey the same. Her bladder screamed for a release. Once out of the cabin she quickened her pace as best as could and approached the smoking zone pantry. She had been looking forward to this break all day, the promise of a sweet release to contain her massive load of piss. As she neared the doorway of the smoking zone, her bladder started shooting jets of pee. Her thong was now drenched. The last few seconds were always the most difficult to hold. Her face was all scrunched up and red from the strain. Finally, she could see the light streaming out from under the door, a warm and welcoming glow that beckoned her closer. But as she reached for the door handle, she screamed with utter disappointment. The door to the toilet was closed. Yana was at the end of her tether. Her need to piss was no longer controllable. She was frantic and somehow needed to hold it out. She could feel a sense of frustration and annoyance building within her, her mind already conjuring up images of the delicious relief just separated by a locked door. She screamed aloud in anger, but no one was there who could help her except her own. With a sense of desperation, she pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear some sign of life inside. But all she could hear was the sound of her own breath, and the muffled hum of the air conditioning system. She tried the door handle again, hoping that it had simply been stuck, but it refused to budge. In her despair, she violently shook the door, pulled a hair pin and tried to pick the lock but in vain. It was as if the universe had conspired against her, denying her relief by whatever means possible. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach, a sense of disappointment and frustration threatening to overwhelm her. She knew that she needed to find some way to contain the ocean inside her and manage the rest of the time at office. It was a herculean task for her. She was on borrowed time. Yana hobbled back to her seat and frantically started closing the last few activities typing away at the keyboard. All she wanted to do was go home and relieve here overworked bladder. But there was one problem: she couldn't book a cab. Her fingers trembled with anxiety as she refreshed the page again and again. Each time, the same message taunted her: "No cabs available at this time." Yana bit her lip in frustration. She had tried everything she could think of. She had even gone down to the lobby to ask the receptionist for help, but all she got was a shrug and a sympathetic smile. As the minutes ticked by, Yana's anxiety grew. She knew she had to get home soon – her bladder was now shooting spurts every few minutes and she had run out of wet wipes. She but her lip and gently tried to press on her bladder to assess how bad exactly was the situation. It could have been that all the desperation was simply caused because she had put on the undersized waist clincher. But the moment she pressed her bladder she died a thousand deaths. It was as if someone stabbed tens of knives into her bladder. Yana looked out the window, watching the traffic snarl by. She could see the taillights of other cabs flickering in the distance, but none of them seemed to be heading in her direction. She shoved her hand into her crotch and took out her phone. For a brief second, she closed her eyes, willing herself to remain calm. She knew she couldn't give up – she had to keep trying. So, she refreshed the page once more, and waited. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a notification popped up: "Cab Confirmed." Yana jumped up from her chair, grabbed her bag, and waddled out of the office. The cool evening air, hit her like a freight train. All of a sudden, her desperation shot up by 10 folds. It boggled her mind just to think how much more desperate he could get. Before she could compose herself, her cab arrived to pick her up. Yana got in the back of the cab holding her breath. Her eyes glued to the slow-moving traffic outside and hand in her crotch. She restlessly shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. Two hours had passed since she got into the cab, and it barely covered a quarter of distance to her home. She was sweating profusely despite the AC being on. Her brown dress clung tightly to the body and the seams of the waist clincher underneath pierced into the apex of her bladder. The cab driver asked her if she needed to pee badly. “Badly is an understatement” Yana responded with a strained voice. Little did the cab driver know how much Yana was holding insider her severely compressed bladder. 7 pints of beer, over 2 and a half litres of water, and a good few cups of coffee and yet she had manager to keep the ocean inside her with just a few leaks over the last 45 hours. Every bump in the road felt like a jolt to her bladder, and she winced with discomfort. She tried to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, but even that became a challenge as her concentration waned. Her body shuddered with pain and drops of pee leaked from her vagina. Yana glanced out the window, hoping to spot a rest stop or even a secluded area where she could relieve herself. But there was nothing – just a sea of cars stretching out before her. Her desperation grew with every passing minute. She crossed her legs and clenched her muscles, trying to hold it in. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. Yana shifted again, this time reaching for her bag. Maybe there was something in there that could help her. She rummaged through it, her heart racing with anticipation, but all she found was a bottle of water. Her throat was dry as a desert, so she gulped a few sips. And that proved fatal. It was as if the extra 200 ml of water went and hit her bladder directly. Yana was feeling lightheaded, and her body was going numb. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing in agony. The traffic outside seemed to taunt her, as if it were never going to let up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up in front of Yana's home. She wanted to run but any movement could result into a full-blown accident. She requested the cab driver to help her. The lady was kind enough and helped Yana to reach her door. While any other driver would have left immediately, she waited. Yana conveyed her to go but then the lady driver requested her, “Ma’am I too haven’t pissed since I left home early morning. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” Tears welled up in Yana’s eyes, but she agreed. “S-Sure – I can wait a little longer”. Yana fumbled with her keys as her entire body shook violently. The cab driver too had her legs crossed tight and bit her lips nervously. As soon as the door opened, both ladies lost a huge spurt in their clothes. “Straight and left” Yana managed to whisper as the cab driver rushed inside. The sound of the driver’s gusher was too much to bear but Yana still managed to bear the torture silently. A few agonizing minutes later the driver emerged from the bathroom with sweat all over her body but relieved expressions. She thanked Yana and quickly left. As soon as the door closed behind her, Yana literally tore away her dress and her thong. The only thing that remained between her and the sweet-sweet relief was the distance of a few feet. But something was wrong. Her legs felt stiff, and crotch was burning. The pain in her bladder reached new heights and jets of pee started coming out of her pussy like a fire hose. The inevitable finally happened. The damn burst open. The tidal wave arrived. After nearly two days, perhaps the longest Yana had gone without using the toilets, her bladder, her muscles, and her will could no longer contain the boiling piss inside. All her valiant efforts were now in vain. Her muscles violently contracted and tried to push out an entire gallon of pee at once. Clear transparent piss erupted out of her pussy in an inch thick stream forming a huge puddle on the floor. It spread in all directions covering quite a considerable radius. She moaned with pleasure and panted as the gusher continued for over 3 minutes. Her eyes rolled up and body shuddered as it entered a series of orgasms. Without even knowing Yana had started stroking and rubbing her clit through the thick torrent of piss. After the monstrosity of the load was over, Yana collapsed She stayed there for what felt like ages, savouring the sensation of finally being able to let go after such a long hold. She checked her mobile and the dot was still green. Yana heaved a sigh of relief and started to laugh. It was a lesson learned – never again would she underestimate the importance of taking her designated piss break.
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  15. As someone who only uses his pc to get on omoorg as being on a browser on mobile is clunky, how cool and convenient would a mobile app for omoorg be?
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  16. Request: DLHJ-008 / HJ-008 I've looked everywhere, but can only seem to find the 3-4 minute preview video, whereas the full feature is 90 minutes... It is curious that this is the first time I have been unable to find a jav that I was looking for; what makes this video so different so as to be so rare. I appreciate any effort put into tracking it down,
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  17. After a surprisingly long stint of nothing pee related happening to my wife, the streak was broken yesterday. The two of us went to a restaurant with a bar. It was particularly crowded that night since it was a Saturday. After a couple hours of eating and drinking, we decided to head home. I turned to leave when my wife pulled my arm. “WAIT! I really need to pee first!” She had her hand down in her crotch and was slightly bending over. I was surprised when she did this as did a really good job of hiding her urge. She already peed once so I assumed she didn’t need to go again, but when you combine her bladder with alcohol, I guess anything can happen. The line for the ladies was long. Not too long, but long enough that once I saw her potty dancing after the line only moved forward a foot, I knew she might not make it. I waited and watch her bounce from foot to foot, crossing her legs and bending over every few seconds. She finally got into the actually bathroom and I lost fight of her. Ten minutes later she came out, with a huge wet area on her crotch and a little down her legs. She was very red faced as she quickly grabbed my hand and speed walked out the door. Obviously, I was incredibly turned on, and she knew I was going to tease her about it, so in the car, she told me what happened. She said that her urge got worse as she got closer and closer to a stall. Hearing several ladies peeing and water in the sink running and toilets flushing certainly didn’t help her. When there were still 3 women in front of her, she leaked. Her leaks started small, but got larger and larger as she got closer. Finally, when got into a stall, she lost control just as she stepped inside. By the time she had locked the door and unbuckled her belt, her accident was very noticeable on her pants. She quickly finished peeing and immediately left the bathroom, not even washing her hands as she was so embarrassed, she didn’t want to spend another minute there. The best part? She got desperate again on the ride home. I offered to pull over but she insisted that she could make it home. She could not and peed on the car seat. Thankfully, she was in good spirits about it.
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  18. Hey there.. im a very messy 24y Canadian girl.. love to chat with new people! 😄
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  19. Wonder Woman Omorashi This was requested by @Grim Reaper awhile ago on this thread and I finally got around to doing it, Always nice to have Superhero Omo!
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  20. @DesperateJill Perhaps someday they’ll realize that the perfect solution is to let the warm river flow down their legs….
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  21. i don't know where this video come from but i find it very sexy 360 (2).mp4
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  22. Oh my, she's really grinding that bar
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  23. Plugs are one of my favorite things in omo, paired with hyper bulges?! Oh man, I'm in love with this picture >:D
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  24. I'm leaking! I'm trying to keep holding so it's coming in spurts and feels like a little orgasm. 😳
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  25. I wonder what would happen if you were to push on the balloon
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  26. Poor Amanda stopped again once or twice to cross her slim, lovely bare legs before they reached the little stone house. As soon as they were inside, Amanda pressed both hands between her thighs and squatted down. She pushed the fabric of her panties deep inside her girl slit to shut her peehole that way. It was absolutely impossible for her to wet her panties, she had to keep her urine inside her no matter how bad it would get and how much it would hurt her. It was her only and her last chance for to get a easier work and on the other hand she was a little bit proud too for her ability to hold it and for her strong bladder. The man made a fire at the fireplace and it did not last very long until it was pretty warm inside. It was a special good feeling for him to be totally alone with the young girl in this house at the mountains and it was so very arousing for him to know that the girl did not wee since yesterday afternoon. He did take her in his arms and pressed her slim, young body hard against his body, he pressed especially hard on her lower abdomen to push and torture her bladder that way. ”Are you feeling better, are you warm now?” he asked and rubbed her. “Oh yes, i am feeling much better, it is much better and much easier to hold if i am warm. My urge is very strong after holding it for so long, but i will be able not to go for much longer.” answered the girl. He still pressed his body and his hand dick, hard against her bladder to torture it. Amanda moaned and crossed her legs, she did know very well why he was doing that and was afraid that he would press some drops of her wee out of her in her panties. ”More can i not endure, it will come out, my panties will get wet, if you press harder.” said the girl and smiled shyly. “By the way panties, show me your panties. I think it is warm enough here, you can strip your clothes and you can wear only your panties Your sexy young body and your little panties will be a good sight for me.” said the guy. Amanda did how she was told, she stripped her clothes except her panties. It was the first time that the man saw her completely body nearly naked. Her little panties pressed in her slit and the visible bladder over her waist band were an extra turn on for him. The guy started to caress her all over her body and the girl enjoyed that very much. She never was get treated like that before. To that time she was in her mind no more a maid, she was a little lady now. Amandas bladder was getting fuller and fuller over the hours, but she was calming down more and more. She was ready and willing to suppress her bodily needs for so long as any possible, but if he pressed too hard on her so much overfilled urine ball, she waked up from her dream, because of her need to pee pain. It was already early evening, the girl did not wee since 27 hours, she lay on the floor on a soft sheep fur and the guy lay with his head on her belly and used her bulging bladder for a pillow. She was able to endure that extra pressure from outside, just if he rolled his head, or if he pressed too hard she moaned and groaned. “What a girl !!” though the guy to himself. It was absolutely normal and common to that time and in their culture that women had to hold their bladder sometimes for extreme long periods of time, even it was already very painful. It was usual that men did stop on the way to an event or to a dinner invitation for a piss beside the car, it was as well usually that the wife’s did stay in the car. Nobody did even think about the possibility that they would need to pee too. It was as well uncommon to use the bathroom from the host. Men and boys went off and on in the garden or in the yard , but women and big girls waited until at home. Not unusual that the men stopped at the way home again and the women waited with a bladder full and big as a melon inside. The man did usually not care about the bladder, or the painful urge of their wife’s. Some man did get turned on, when his wife stripped her dress at home and he could see her big pregnant bladder in her belly. She had to have then sex with him before he did allow her to go to the toilet for a much needed piss. The women are trained to drink and to hold their bladder for hours, but not near as long as Amanda. Who trained that girl, did she train herself? thought the guy. Amandas bladder was getting more and more visible in her slim belly. It was evening, they had a little supper. Amanda pressed her knees together and massaged her swollen bladder. „ Sorry but i need to pee so unbelievable bad. „she said. Not only her need and her urge were unbelievable, all the girl was unbelievable, she did not piss since 29 hours and she was still not begging for the toilet, she was still not begging to be allowed to pee. She wanted to show him how long a girl can withstand without to pee, she wanted demonstrate how long she is able to bear up to hold her urine back and to endure the most painful need to pee urge.
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  27. Anyways into messing at dance. This when I could drive myself which made getting away with it easier I had to poop pretty badly at practice and afterwards I was running to my car, get in the backseat, squat and poop my panties making a huge bulge on my leggings.
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  28. 1 and 3.. If I'm having fun then I find it harder to hold...
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  29. I’m doing a 6 dollars deal , let me know by message or on my Twitter if someone want to buy one of there videos 🙂 thanks you everybody for supporting me. That’s because of you and the whole community I can continue to do this 🙂
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  30. Sorry for leaving the cliffhanger there for a while. I honestly kind of forgot and was busy from writing. Chapter 8 Warner and Courtney were now stuck in near standstill traffic. He didn’t think rush hour would be a problem since the town’s population wasn’t large, as it was mainly a collage town. However, the small relative size did have a few issues here and there, especially if there was a car accident. Speaking of, Courtney was in the middle of trying to avoid one herself. Though hers was a manner of some liquids wishing to escape her full and filling bladder. She had her leg fidgeting up and down in a steady motion as they sat, not speaking to each other. The only sounds filling the air was the car radio playing some random pop song. She constant motions and hands tightly pressed down her crotch in a manner to stay subtle were distracting him. As he wasn’t actively driving, Warner couldn’t resist the temptation of his eyes wandering down to look at her. Courtney was evidently desperate to pee and his heart beat crazily on the thought of her possibly wetting herself. He couldn’t believe his luck that now he had witnessed every single one of his roommates in various states of desperation. But he didn’t want to say good luck, since why would he be enjoying a girl’s need to pee? That felt wrong, disgusting, and in this moment he didn’t want his car seats to get soaked with piss. “Um, are you going to be okay?” He asked as the minutes ticked by. “Do you get off on asking me that?” She replied hastily, her voice filled with irritation. “Huh? I was just worried…” He defended himself, but Warner realized how humiliating it was to have him acknowledge her need. She was a college student, and adult, yet here he was asking her this question like a parent would to their five year old. For a moment, he wished to say something to the effect of, ‘I hope you don’t make a mess in my car’, to rub in the humiliation after her bad attitude since the day they met. But Warner was sympathetic to her situation. “I can park over there by the curb.” “I’m not peeing outside.” She quickly cut him off, even though he wasn’t going to make that suggestion. “I mean, there’s a park we’re driving by.” He pointed out her side of the window. In her desperation, she didn’t even notice their surroundings. “Looks like there’s public restrooms here. So you know…” “I hate those kinds of bathrooms.” She bit her lips and closed her eyes to concentrate. “But fine, go ahead and pull over.” He could tell from her admission she was near her limit. So Warner found a gap in the sea of cars and was able to park themselves safely. Even though he could tell she was bursting, Courtney did her best to only slowly get out of the car. As if showing how desperate she really was to him would compound her growing embarrassment to him. Without saying anything, he would follow her along to the restrooms. “What are you doing?” She asked, annoying with her brisk pace. “I just wanted to take a quick rest stop for myself too.” He figured with their bad luck someone would be using the only bathroom when they got back. Warner didn’t need to go bad at all, but it didn’t hurt to play it safe. Though him playing it safe was pointless anyway once they reached the park’s only restrooms. “What do they mean out of order!?” She nearly yelled out. Courtney doubled down as she put both hands to tightly press on her crotch. The tight skirt she had on made it difficult to do the usual things one might do to hold back the flood of a bladder. “Unfortunately the pipes busted here too.” His poor choice of words aside, Warner was sad to see this. It meant she’d have to suffer more… Or perhaps have to find another way to relieve herself. “Come on.” She beckoned him. “Let’s just get back in the car and go home. I’ll just wait then.” Courtney’s speaking turned strange to him. She had difficult speaking as her body appeared to be taking more control. “Hey, you probably don’t want to hear this.” He could tell there was no way she’d make it back home dry. “Look, just find somewhere private to take care of your business, okay?” “Ew, how could you even say that?” She took great offense to his words. While he could agree that a man just telling a woman to drop her panties to piss in public was rude, to say the least. Warner knew it was the only option she truly had. “I’ll be honest, I don’t think you’ll make it back.” He pleaded with her, crossing the line by telling her that she was about to have an accident. “I won’t judge you, I’m sure there’s a good spot-” “No!” She told him off yet again. Courtney breathed heavily as she tried to tell him she was fine. “I can… Wait until we get back.” She spoke, struggling to stand up straight. “It’s… I mean, I’ll just…” The sound of water spattering the ground entered his ears. Warner’s eyes widened as he looked down to see the unimaginable. Courtney was having an accident. “A-ah.” She barely was able to speak as she looked down to see what she was doing. “I…” The piss ran down her legs as her tired pussy had enough of holding back the flood gates. Her bladder convulsed as it pushed out all her fluids forcibly out through her panties, which got soaked. Even her skirt caught some of the wetness as he saw a patch form in front and the way it ran down certainly meant it left its mark down the back. “I…” She continued to be speechless as Courtney shamefully was wetting herself. Slowly, the stream weakened as her bladder emptied itself. Beneath her feet were the obvious puddle showing to the world what she had just done. Then, after her legs were down having water run down, another part of her body felt water dropping. Courtney began to cry as the shame and humiliation of pissing herself as an adult in front of a man hit her. She covered her face with her hands as he just stood there, unsure of what to do. “Hey.” He said, trying to get her attention. “Just go ahead.” She said in response. “Huh?” It confused him. What was it that she expected him to do. “Don’t act dumb, go ahead and laugh.” She said. “Go and take pictures if you want. Not like I can stop you.” Courtney knew they’d have to go back together like this. So there was no way for her to hide this from him. “Go ahead and tell the rest of the girls so they can all make fun of him.” She continued to speak without showing her face to him. “I don’t know why they would…” He was aware of all their other incidents, so it would be odd to make fun of her for the same things. “I mean…” Then, it hit him. Courtney didn’t just have some mere accident because of their bathroom situation. They all agreed that part sucked, but it had nothing to do with right now. She just had an accident from her own decisions while out in public. Something much more humiliating with nothing to blame other than herself and some bad luck. Warner had figured out what she had in mind as well, but that didn’t change his mind. “It’s alright, I’m not going to tell anyone about this.” He placed a hand on her arm, bringing it down so he could see her crying face. “You won’t?” She was shocked to hear. “But, I’ve been-” “I don’t care.” He only felt sorry for her. There was no ounce of revenge in him because there was no way he’d bully someone for this. “Look, just take my jacket and wrap it around your waist. We’ll figure out how to hide it if anyone’s back at the dorm yet.” She took it and did as he asked. While it wasn’t the best way to hide an accident. One would have to be looking specifically there, which most wouldn’t think as they wouldn’t assume she just pissed herself. Courtney wiped off the tears as they went back to his car. “Thank you.” She quietly said, barely loud enough for him hear as they got in.
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  31. That’s a lot I’ll go one at a time my friend wetting at cheer was at practice but still in uniform. After practice we usually hang out at the field and that’s what we did. She was dying to pee and was very vocal about it. I said if u gotta go that bad just pee yourself and she jokingly said u first. I said ok and peed right through my panties and shorts leaving my skirt dry so it was unnoticeable. Done I said. Your turn she said umm ok then if u insist. After a minute of standing still she I can’t get it to go I’m gonna have to wait to have an accident. 20 minutes of her grabbing herself and screaming ohhh I have to pee so badly she then said oh it’s about to happen no turning back now and just screamed ahhhhhhhhh oh my gosh I never new peeing could feel so good. She peed same way I did for like a minute and I said wow u have a big bladder, how was it? She said actually kind of nice I might do that again.
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  32. I've been hard at work on the next update (0.9). Without revealing too much, it will add three new gameplay modes/modifiers, including the ability to disable diapers completely, a new area with 2 new NPCs, and a soda machine, offering the 3 sodas Evan doesn't sell. It's going to be great! However, the gameplay modes/modifiers' effects are far-reaching, and I've had to optimize/streamline some things in the background in order to accommodate these changes, hence the long stretch between updates. Real life did get in the way for a while too, though. I went through some major life changes and had to move into a new apartment. I'm getting back on track, though! Suffice to say: I will not stop working on this game until it's done. In the highly unlikely event that I am unwilling or unable to continue, I would release the .aslx file publicly so that others could pick up where I left off. If I haven't done so, assume that I'm still working on it! 😊
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  33. ripped at the party there is no where to pee I do it in the shower I wet my heels 🤪-ph61cc0c5169cb0.mp4
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  34. Hi everyone im bella a 21 year old female who is new to this fetish and im happy to explore it all with you! I like messing and wetting diapers. Im so happy to meet some of you!
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  35. 1,207 downloads

    HELLO DEAR, TODAY I'M FOR A WALK, IN THE COUNTRYSIDE AND WE ARRIVED TO A PLACE AWAY FROM TRAFFIC, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE AND I ASK MY DRIVER TO PLEASE ENTER THIS ROAD, FOR THE MOMENT I'M STOPPING AND I'M DESPERATE TO URINATE, I HAVE A VERY TIGHT RED LEGGINGS AND SHOWS MY CAMELTOE, NOW THIS IS GETTING WET, I'M GOING TO CONVINCE MY DRIVER TO REMOVE HIS DICK AND PISS FOR ME. THIS IS A GREAT FIELD DAY.
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  36. Biku's art

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  37. Great story! I can’t wait for the next part. Emily is needing to wee so bad, but she is not allowed to to leave the office for any reason, not even for the toilet and for a much needed wee!! How long will Emily’s lesson of self control last?
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  38. Definitely omo and bondage. I prefer the desperation side of things more so that some extra fun into the situation if a woman can't easily remove her clothes easily.
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  39. Yes, and quite often at that. I’ve noticed she has a very weak bladder. At night she drinks a lot of alcohol and I swear she goes to the bathroom about every 30 minutes (we watch a show together and we have to keep pausing so she can go). She almost always makes into a big announcement too. There’s been a few times that she’s been so desperate to go when all the bathrooms in the house are in use. One time, we had gone out for about 3-4 hours and I silently noted how she didn’t use the bathroom. When we got home, someone took one bathroom (we have two), and while I needed to go, I stalled, figuring she probably needed it more. (I decided not to ask directly). She didn’t go after a few minutes, so I took it. When I came out, she came back in the house, telling me she had to go so bad she had to go in the yard. (We don’t have neighbors.) Another time in the middle of the night, I went to go to the bathroom. Someone had taken the other bathroom. After I was done, I went to the kitchen and got myself a snack. The door opened and she froze as she saw me. I asked her why she was outside because there was no reason for her to be out that late at night, and she stuttered that she was just wondering what the temperature felt like. I’m guessing she went in the yard again. Also, from what I can tell, she has to get up many times in the middle of the night, every night without fail.
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  40. Hi! Its me again with another video, this time is my girlfriend fingering herself while holding her pee I hope you like it like my other post Holding It.mp4 Its a little low quality because it was recorded with an old phone, future content of her is going to be in HD! She makes custom content too, so ask me in my DMs or my discord! (Kirito16#8386) If you want longer videos you can support us here https://ko-fi.com/lewdconnosseiur
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  41. I see what you're saying about how society's expectations for men play into this. I think it's the very contrast of these expectations that they are supposed to uphold and the sheer vunerability that comes from desperation that serves to amplify the appeal. Not in the sense of emasculation, of course, quite the opposite. It's more in the sense of trying to be stoic, strong, and dignified whilst dealing with an overwhelming physical need that limits the ability to do that. I personally prefer "just made it" scenarios like the one you described for this reason, that it is a feat of strength to be able to remain in control. It's the small moments of the mask slipping leading up to just making it, the uncertainty and the struggle, that can be the most exciting to witness. Where he comes close to losing control, but manages to carry on. I think most of us can agree that the closer the margin somebody makes it by, the more thrilling the scenario is. And ultimately, at the end, his strength and perserverance would be rewarded. It's also the rarity of obvious male desperation that makes it appealing. Because guys try to hide it, typically, it isn't as commonplace. So it goes to show just how urgent a guy's need is if it's visible. And, as we all know, the worse of an urge it is, the better the payoff, as it implies he is holding an impressive amount which means a longer stream (or bigger wet patch, for those who are more into wetting than I am) This isn't specifc to men, necessarily, but the difference in willingness to express desperation between the genders makes it more dramatic and seem to stand out more if a guy is visibly desperate, because it diverts your expectations.
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  42. I've posted a couple of bits on here, photo's and a video, which is quite a thrill! The thrill being that other people may find enjoyment in it. But agree there doesn't seem to be as much interest in male content as there is in female... which has kind of not left me that inspired to do more really. I'm not saying that I posted stuff to gain attention, more so to participate and join in with the community, as I am more so into seeing wettings, rather then doing it myself.
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  43. YouTube edits

    I took some screenshots and edited them
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