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  1. First, to put this into perspective- I have genuinely never accidentally peed my pants to the point of soaking my underwear and pants. Not even as a child. I never had accidents growing up. I do have some minor leaks once and a while when I sneeze or when i cough really hard and have had some almost leaks while laughing hard- but never enough to even leave a marking on my pants. Usually just damp underwear… Until today, that is Yes, I am actually feeling embarrassed. I have peed my pants intentionally before- but have never not been in control. As weird as it may sound, I have always wanted to have an accident. But I always assumed it would be from sneezing too many times in a row or laughing too hard, like enough to make it show on my pants, but I never imagined emptying my bladder in my pants. So, now to get to the story: I worked from home the second half of today and live alone- I had virtual meetings. I am new to this site and after reading forums for the last couple of days, the urge to wet myself was growing, so I figured since I was home I may as well hydrate myself decently so after one of my meetings I could go to my bathroom and wet my pants. I didn’t chug any of my coffee or water- I just drank it as normal and didn’t use the bathroom between things to get a little bit of a desperation feeling…. Oh my, i have NEVER felt as desperate as I did. I felt my stomach start to cramp, I started getting a cold, I couldn’t sit still, I had to reposition the way I was sitting so i could press my heel into my vagina to prevent myself from leaking right then and there. I was constantly trying to move, not too sure why, but I kept bouncing my leg, grabbing my crotch to prevent any urine from coming out because I could tell I was on the verge of peeing my pants. I felt so much shame in the moment… But I also felt, excited? I kept thinking “I may actually pee my pants” The meeting ended and i sat there for a second asking myself, “how do I stand up without peeing myself?” I decided to just go for it. I stood up, and I did not leak anything! I was relieved, I thought I could make it to my bathroom to pee in my pants a little bit and then finish the rest up on the toilet. my home office is on a second story, so I started to make my way down the stairs, and I was trying to make it fast so I could make it to the bathroom. Since I was in a rush, the momentum I was using to go down the stairs was more than I normally do. Within my first step trying to run, I felt he floodgates open up. I’ve never had the experience of peeing a stream without having to push or give some sort of effort- within that first step, I felt my underwear getting wet and warm, I grabbed my crotch again to stop it and noticed it had actually gone through my leggings and left a little wet patch, I muttered out loud “oh my god, its happening. I am going to pee my pants. I am going to have an accident”. i was able to stop the stream at that point Since my bladder had now deemed this an emergency, I didn’t stop to think anything through logically. I just needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. I continue to run down the stairs- big mistake. I make it a couple of more steps before a second gush of pee started flowing out of me. I stopped again, and crossed my legs and grabbed my crotch while mildly whimpering to myself “no, no, no, no”. I stopped the second second leak and the wet spot on my pants had increased in size and started making the shape to head down my legs. Internally, I had already considered this an accident by this point. This wasn’t just my normal little spurt of a leak- it was a full stream of pee I didn’t have control of starting. Like before, I didn’t have time to think, so I was continuing to rush. This time the rushing down the stairs didn’t trigger me completely soaking myself. I felt like I was going to make it by this point to my bathroom and could finish peeing in the toilet. Taking my guard down was the second mistake I made, because right as i felt like I was going to make it, another stream of pee began. This time it was coming faster. It was trickling down my legs while creating a puddle beneath me. This time I couldn’t stop it: I tried to grab my crotch with my hand while simultaneously crossing my legs and crouched to the ground while saying “shit, I am actually peeing my pants”. It didn’t stop. I stood back up, still holding my crotch. Why? I dont know. It clearly wasn’t working but I was still trying to stop it while peeing all over the floor sprinting to my bathroom. I did make it to the bathroom, but my bladder was empty. I was in disbelief. I had an array of emotions that ranged from feeling accomplished to feeling ashamed and embarrassed that at 28 years old, I had peed my pants uncontrollably. I almost feel like my bladder weakened in that moment, at least temporarily. Like I feel like if I were to sneeze or something right now, I would have a bigger leak of pee than I normally would. But I also know that could be in my head because of what happened. So yeah, I had an accident, which is something I’ve wanted to do, but my bladder never allowed it. Until today, where I was taken completely off guard and didn’t expect to have unintentionally pee my pants. Now that my bladder feels a little weak and I just had my first accident, a little voice in my head is like “oooooh, maybe tonight you’ll accidentally wet the bed for the first time, too!” I know that isn’t how it likely works… but it would be something to have two first time accidents in on 24 hour period lol- I know I’ve read on here some people have a couple of accidents after having hitting a really bad desperation point.
    58 points
  2. I thought I could be a big girl and hold it but I guess I was wrong and my training pants didn’t hold it either IMG_9328.MOV
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  3. found this absolute gem on thisvid, she looks kind of like lizraw but her tattoos don't match, still amazing though edit: turns out it actually is her, just didn't recognize her lol jeans double wetting.mp4
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  4. I had posted about this in a comment on someone elses post but I figured I would give some more detail in my own post lol I don't get a chance to indulge myself in this fetish often as I live with 2 other people, so when an opportunity arises I try to make the most of it. My 2 roommates are my childhood best friend and her girlfriend, and recently back in September they went away for a week to celebrate their anniversary with a little vacation. With them being gone for so long I was trying to take every opportunity to try out different wettings that I'd been dying to try. I peed on a puppy pad, off of our deck in the back yard, on the tile floor, in a container, in a towel, and of course in many different outfits and pairs of panties. The thing about me, though, is that while I have a relatively small bladder so I can get desperate pretty easily, it's incredibly strong so I can never get to the point of having an accident before it becomes painful and potentially dangerous. So I almost always have to give in and pee before having a true accident. This particular day I was just laying around the house, doing a casual hold for fun. I hadn't even thought of how I was gonna relieve myself yet, I just wanted to do something while I still had the place to myself. So to pass the time I started taking hits off of my thc cart while watching a movie (not as fun as actually smoking but at least it doesn't smell :^/). By the time the movie was over I was thoroughly stoned because I wasn't paying attention to how many hits I was taking but I guess it was too many lol. Recently when I get high I've started to get horny, and this day was no exception. Feeling the tingle start to build I went back to my room and started browsing on here and PH to find videos to watch to get myself off to. I was too far gone, though, because even just browsing for videos and looking at the descriptions had me aching so I start squeezing my thighs together to give my clit a little attention. At this point I'm too distracted being horny that I forget I was holding until I start feeling the ache and pressure of my bladder telling me it needed to empty. I wasn't too concerned with it as I have a strong bladder and I was too busy trying to get myself off to care. I finally have my videos queued up so as they start to play I slip my hand into my panties and start giving my clit the proper attention it so desperately wanted. I rub harsh circles into my clit just desperate to cum, and I can feel the heat start to build in my stomach and my pussy throb but it still isn't enough. As I pull my hand out of my panties I feel a twinge in my bladder and a small leak escape. I moan because of how good it felt to release a little, and the feeling only added to my pleasure. Out of my nightstand drawer I pull my vibrator. I crank it up to the highest setting, slip it into my panties, and begin massaging my clit and folds. I have never in my life been so horny, my body was aching and begging for relief, both in the form of an orgasm and emptying my bladder. But since I have this kink, that only turned me on more. Usually I'm pretty reserved when I masturbate, I don't make much noise or move too much, but the combination of being so high and so horny I was both super relaxed and super worked up so I was just letting loose. By this point it had been an hour since I got back to my room, between finding the right videos while so distracted and trying to get myself off while so high and desperate to pee. So I was bursting to pee now, but I didn't care because I just needed to cum so bad. I was moaning and rubbing erratic circles into my clit with my vibrator while also bucking hips to get any added friction. I could feel a spurt of pee escaped and I moaned and ground into my vibrator harder. Then there was another spurt, and another one making a wet spot visible on my panties. Fuck, the fact that I was leaking during this turned me on so much I wanted nothing more than to cum, I was grinding onto my vibrator hard and whining so much. As I approached my high I felt my bladder start to push and spasm. I was just like yeah yeah ok I'm almost done and then we can go to the bathroom just give me a minute. I haven't genuinely lost control before so i wasn't even worried about it. I push my vibrator onto my clit harder and start rubbing circles again, at this point I don't know if I'm whining or if I'm crying. But I feel my orgasm start to take over, so I rub faster circles and buck my hips harder, and then with a series of loud moans my orgasm hits and it hits hard. My body is shaking, toes curling, and pussy is clenching rapidly. I'm openly moaning and whining, not caring if the neighbors can hear through the walls. And then I realize that I feel something else, too. Something warm. Then I hear the hissing. Oh my god. I'm pissing. During my orgasm I fully lost control of my bladder and the pee I'd been holding for hours started gushing out of me uncontrollably. I had never cum so hard before and I had also never pissed so hard before, it was truly gushing out of me like a horse. There was a torrent of it hissing out, the stream reaching about 6 inches away. I'm still in the middle of riding out my orgasm, too, so I'm still shaking and with every clench of my pussy more pee shoots out with a loud hiss. I start whimpering from how good it feels. My orgasm starts to die down but I'm still pissing. I try to clench my muscles and put my hand down there to stop, but it's no use. I'm unable to gain control and am now just gushing through my fingers. I don't bother to move my hands out of the way and just finish peeing everything out through my fingers, loving the way it feels. Eventually the torrent turns into a trickle, then a few last leaks, and then its over. I lay there in my warm puddle for a while trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts after that whole experience. I couldn't believe I had finally had a genuine accident AND I couldn't believe it happened during the most intense orgasm I've ever had. The feeling of those 2 things combined was insane and indescribable, and I lay there for a while longer thinking about everything. Eventually I remember that I did not prep my bed for any wetting stuff, because I wasn't intending for any peeing to happen I was just trying to masturbate and then go pee in the shower or something. So, though my legs were wobbly and my lower region was throbbing and sensitive, I had to start the pain in the ass task of cleaning this up :^/
    32 points
  5. i just got some xl goodnites and they’re pretty comfortable:)
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  6. anyone knows the original source 3 girls pee jeans.mp4
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  7. From my holding last night… I drank almost a gallon of liquids and then held from 6pm till 1am when I officially started uncontrollably pissing. I tried SO HARD to have a REAL accident where I’m holding and clenching as hard as I can but I forcefully just piss my pants… but I couldn’t I held SO long and was clenched so hard that only these leaks happened.. but I did catch on camera:) i drank and drank two hours before this and after I finally dropped my friend off, in the car I started dribbling piss out of me in my black leggings. Like a spurt then I would hold myself, and right as I let go another dribble or squirt if pee just kept coming out but the wet patch was not obvious cause they were black so as soon as I got home I changed into jeans! I was litterally sweating and hurting I couldn’t stand straight, piss just kept dribbling out, I would feel okay and get distracted then boom warm little spurts dribble of pee just kept sneaking out… i captured these leaks here..I ended up getting too horny and touching myself before I could completely loose it and completely loose control of my piss in my pants I orgasmed then ALMOST pissed all on my bed with little protection… so I jumped up and then I literally had to run to my bathroom so I didn’t make a mess in the hallway… and I peed 2 mins straight! IMG_4585.MOV IMG_4584.MOV
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  8. Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A
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    This is a custom video from LizRaw (filmed in portrait mode). The story line follows Liz at a college party bumping into her crush outside the toilet. After striking up a conversation, she realises they're both desperate to go, but who will make it first - you'll have to download the video to find out;) Hope everyone enjoys:))
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  10. Yesterday my bladder was tested rather to its limit, as I had a work trip where I was busy conducting research outside for about 7 hours with no chance to pee. A couple women I work with made the 15 minute trek back to a nearby visitors centre with a public washroom, but I decided to test my bladder, both because I had a lot of work left to complete in a limited amount of time, and because I was thoroughly enjoying the warm tingle building in my bladder as it grew increasingly full and I continued to deny it relief. At lunch I decided to up the ante and have a coffee as someone from my team had brought them and it was lovely iduring a cold day outside. Of course I knew full well what this would do to my bladder later but I pressed on. In the last hour of my work day, as everyone was wrapping up and almost everyone had gone home, I decided I would be safe to let out a few small leaks to warm my underwear, as I had a long coat on. Frankly, this only increased my desperation as I only peed for a few seconds and I was still bursting, but now with warm, wet fabric against my crotch. As I packed up to leave, I found myself really squirming, all I could think about was not peeing my pants. Before the drive home, I realized I definitely wouldn't make the 15 minute walk to the visitors centre bathrooms without flooding myself on the way there. I was now having involuntary leaks every few minutes and my bladder was firm and bulging. It felt delicious and I considered flooding my pants at the site once everyone had gone but I opted to keep holding and see how long I would last on the drive home. My seats are protected and I keep some towels in the car for times like these, so after about half an hour of squirming in desperation and grinding into the seat, I decided to let loose into my work pants and pee freely as I drove home! Pure bliss! My bladder had lasted nearly 8 hours and it felt stretched to its limit and a little sore, but no bother, I had no plans the next day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Today (sunday) came and I had a feeling I might be leaky after such a long hold the day before, as I usually get that way. Its par for the course with long holds and overactive bladder, and I quite enjoy the excitement of not knowing when I'll feel a leak. I decided to go for a walk in the woods near my house, where we've just had one of the first snows of the winter. I had a tall glass of water and some tea before I left, but I was by no means trying to hold and my bladder was definitely less than half full. Out of nowhere as I'm walking I feel a strong urge and have to kneel down on my heel to stop from leaking. Ah, the perks of overactive bladder It passes, and I keep walking, feeling no more than a 5/10 urge again. And then all of a sudden, totally unexpectedly, a warm dribble escapes. I stand still, smirking, I was prepared for this, but I'm a bit surprised its happening on such a barely- full bladder. No matter, I keep walking in my wet undies. A few more steps and I feel another unexpected warm surge, this time my underwear is saturated and a few drips hit the inside of my dark sweatpants. I decide to have fun with it, if I'm gonna leak involuntarily, might as well embrace it and see how many more little leaks my pants can take before the wetness is too visible. The idea is exciting and I feel a stronger spurt escape, more intentionally this time, as I contemplate what I'm about to do. As I continue walking, now sporting a small but noticeable dark patch on the front of my pants, I continue to release small leaks and dribbles, some accidentally, some more deliberate. My tired bladder is close to giving up it seems - all good by me, this is what I get for pushing it yesterday. Suddenly I realize my pee stream isn't stopping, slowly but steadily it is flowing down the legs of my sweatpants and dripping into my boots. I dash to the side of the deserted trail, peeing with abandon, and tear my pants down to my knees to pee forcefully into the open winter air, just behind some trees. As my stream tapers off, I naughtily pull my pants back up a little early, enjoying the feeling of the last few trickles rewarming my underwear and running down my thighs. It was a close call, as I still had to make it back past several houses and didn't want to be totally drenched, which I succeeded in. My butt and crotch were visibly wet, but my pants were dark and the streaks on my thighs didn't soak through to my sweatpants, so it wouldn't have been noticeable unless you were really looking. As I made my way back closer to my house I began to feel the urge returning and my pants were growing a little cold so I decided to push out a few more spurts and finish peeing my pants fully when I got into the bathroom. Hopefully I'll have the chance to do this again soon - I do love a long desperate hold followed by a weak, leaky bladder the next day. stay well and stay wet folks
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  11. Today I got an ultrasound (it was routine, I 'm all good ) and had to hold a bursting bladder for a couple hours. I was asked to fill up gradually with a litre of water 2 hours before the actual test, to ensure my bladder would be holding the full volume by the time I got there. Then I had to drive (about 25 min), wait in the waiting room (another 30-40 min), wait for the tech to come in and then sit through the actual test (another 20 min), which involved them massaging my aching bladder with the cold wand. Although I was absolutely desperate, I thoroughly enjoyed this, of course. In fact, I had fun with my bulging bladder for several more hours, running errands and downing a medium coffee until I felt myself start to leak. Once I could feel just a little wetness on the outside of my pants, but nothing really visible, I drove home to continue holding until the leaks got more frequent. I held on, potty dancing through the warm spurts, until it naturally flowed out into my cozy sweat pants and made a nice puddle at my feet. The whole experience got my imagination going: I have a friend who is a practice patient as a side job, she gets paid a few hours a week to be examined/feign symptoms for health professionals who are learning basically. So it got me wondering if such a thing exists for ultrasound techs who are learning? Imagine having to hold a full bladder for one ultrasound after another, while your bladder is prodded by the ultrasound wand and cold gel. It got me curious how many people here would jump at such an opportunity, if they were presented with one. Maybe I should write a story on it? P.S. This is not meant to in any way diminish the hard work of medical professionals or training they go through, just a girl who likes to hold her pee, dreaming of scenarios to hold it
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  12. This is a little older....kinda hate some of my older videos cause I lost a lot of weight....but this was one of the few that wasn't terrible. I remember being in college and just having a stressful day, one of those days nothing was going right and I just wanted to feel wet and go to my boyfriend and cuddle. All I wanted was a little escape. This was the first time I did something like this out and on campus IMG_2778.MOV ....so I finished class and went to the bathroom and just recorded myself going through my pants...I remember putting my jacket around my waist and going home like that and feeling so naughty. No one seemed to notice or say anything.
    22 points
  13. DLSL-551

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    DLSL-551
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  14. First time trying my hand on writing a story here, english is not my main language so feel free to correct my writing this is basically a compilation of weird dreams and ideas i put togheter into a hopefully coherent story. Luna is in her last year of highschool and is 18yo as are her classmates ____________________________________________________ Luna was eagerly packing her suitcase for the next day as she was going to go on the yearly school trip, it was different than the usual trip though. She didn't know the specifics wich was already weird in itself but the school managed to get into a program that would pay for the entire trip including the train to get there, but get this, they're going on a freaking luxury cruise? For a school trip?? Food and drinks included! At school she and some classmates looked up the cruiseship wich was called "Symphony of the Seas" and frankly it looked too good to be true. It seemingly had everything on board from several pools, theatres, laser tag, arcade, a whole shopping street and it even has its own ice rink! The price must be insane, so how come this all comes togheter for free for a school trip? The only thing she knew is that it was started up by a big pharmaceutical company that gathered a ton of funding for a new line of medicine, and the students got to test it while on the cruise. At first she and many others were skeptical but her parents went over the legal documents and had to sign some forms and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the medication had been trough loads of testing phases already and this was a last mass testing phase of what should be the final product. There wasn't much more to it, she packed mostly summer clothing as the weather reports were mostly positive but on sea it can be alot colder sometimes so she did pack for colder weather just in case aswell (shorts, shirts, skirts and her favorite dress, one sweatpants, jeans, swimsuit, some winter clothing for the ice rink, pj's, etc.) The school had informed her they would travel from the school to the station but they would make the trip in school uniform so she laid it out for the next day paired with gray leggings to go under her uniforms skirt. _____________________________________ The next morning Luna quickly ate some cereal and made her way to her school, she met up with her best friend on their usual spot. Chloe joined the school just this year only a few months ago but they became best friends really quickly. "Hey Chloe, nice on time?" "You bet, not missing this for anything in the world!" "I can't decide what i want to check out first once we arrive there!" They continued chatting about what they were planning to do first once they got on the cruise ship, as other classmates started to join aswell, everyone was excited about this probably once in a life time cruise they'll get to experience! Everyone started to gather around as they started to take the short trip to the train station. Luna thought it would just be a regular commuter train but when they arrived at the platform they were surprised with one of those long distance, high speed and more comfort trains! As Chloe gasped and pointed, "What the hell Luna look, we're getting in on first class!" as the first classmates started to enter the train. "How is this all possibly free?" Luna answered, as other students were talking just as excited and surprised as they were. "What kind of backing does this company have to send this many people for free on this cruise with this amount of luxury?" as she pointed out, the amount of people in total would be high on that ship, and oh yes, the entire cruise ship was rented and as far as Luna knew, they were all going for free. "Must be a pretty damn good new medication they're working on, maybe they cured cancer or something?" Chloe half jokingly said. They got their seats, wich was a 4 seater, Luna got a seat at the window with her friend on the other window seat as 2 other classmates joined them, Vicky and Selena. They happily chatted along until the teacher started to hand out pamflets with more information about the actual program they were in, curiosity spiked among the group of students as they eagerly started reading what this was all about. It seemed the teacher was surprised as well because even they didn't know what this medication was all about. Excitedly Luna started reading the pamflet: "This is a mass test that will lay the foundation of a new type of medication that could be used for almost any virus and/or bacteria as well as many other illness, cancers as well as chronic diseases and even genetic disorders(!) "I can't believe it's even better than what i said" Chloe remarked, "this is world changing if this is true" The medication works in a fundamentally different way as this type can be modified for a specific illness, once it targets the cells, virus or bacteria that's causing the issue the drug will activate it's healing procedure, once it does it will start removing the bad cells and create new ones. So how will this procedure work? Well the body will very simply start to secrete the bad stuff as it usually does, by urinating. To make sure the medication works, hydrating alot is of utmost importance! A side effect of this medication is that it works as a diuretic, if you don't hydrate enough the medication will simply stop working. The ones you'll be testing will be test variants with no actual medication or effects aside from the diuretic. As we have tried to find different ways to minimize the diuretic effect but to no avail we have now tried this from a different perspective. More info will follow when you arrive on the ship, you will get handed over the first dose shortly before entering the ship." "Hold on..." Luna whispered to Chloe, "They said to pack extra undergarments and pants/skirts, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" "You think the drug would be that strong we could end up having accidents??" Chloe answered. Wich Vicky joined in "Well... i mean... if i'm not the only one... i guess a few accidents isn't too bad if you get a top of the line cruise for it, no?" "So we only have to be carefull to go to the toilet frequently enough? Yo i can live with that!" Selena said while laughing. "i thought we might get like crazy side effects bad enough we wouldn't be able to enjoy the cruise, atleast that was my worry and actual guess what was gonna happen." Luna quickly went over the contents of the pamflet again, rereading every detail and she had to agree with Chloe about the apparent expectation of accidents to happen. Luna shivered realising what this meant... you see, already from a very young age she was intrigued by wetting. Wether it was wetting herself or seeing someone else wet themselves. Luna is usually timid and a bit more on the shy nature wich made her overthink alot of stuff regularly, in contrast of Chloe who's rather bold most of the time. When she was little she every once in a while did small spurts in her panties when she was feeling more daring than usual, or she peed in her swimsuit in the garden when her parents weren't looking. But she never actually had a full on wetting as she was too scared... Except maybe on one occasion. When she and her parents where out for vacation during the holidays when she was only 11yo they had rented a bungalow in the forests in a small village covered in deep snow, on the last day she was playing outside in the snow and later started making a snowman. She couldn't not make a snowman with snow like this! She was wearing winter clothing with thick snowpants with an extra layer of pants, snowboots and everything, so she was warm and cozy at all times when playing outside. She was making good progress but it was alot of work as time passed by her urge to pee started to increase. As she had drunk enough liquid before coming outside and on top of that her mom surprised her with hot chocolate milk while playing outside and now she really started to feel it in her bladder. The thought came to her how nice it would be to maybe do a spurt in her panties, or perhaps a few spurts even? It would be covered by her snowpants anyway and now that she started thinking of it... it could be more than a few spurts as this was the last day of the holiday, they would return home in the early morning tomorrow. She felt more daring today, maybe it was the holidays and being in a good mood maybe? She would shower and dump her snowpants and other clothes in her suitcase anyway once she went inside, and when she got home she would unpack it herself and dump it in the laundry machine as she would normally do anyway... Luna was overthinking it like she always does, this always happened and she would always bail out by overthinking too much... she continued building her snowman wich was slowly getting close to completion after about another 15-20mins, but her need started to increase more and the idea of releasing some in her pants started to creep up again. Her plan was perfect, even if she peed quite a bit she would get away with it so why not do it? She would probably regret it anyway if she didn't. Luna started to relax her bladder but like usually nothing came out even though she had to pee pretty badly at this point, the habbit of being used to sit on a toilet to pee ofcourse... She started to fiddle around with the head of the snowman and giving him eyes while she continued to relax her bladder and started to feel she was getting closer to release. She gave her bladder a little push as just a few drops went into her panties. Feeling safe with her snowpants on she quickly went for another push as a spurt seeped in her panties, she sighed from the feeling of her crotch dampening. She enjoyed how good it felt and gave another push, but this one was a longer spurt into her pants with warmth spreading in her crotch. She sighed again. Enjoying and relishing the feeling she's getting from this, her bladder got the message and started giving in, she was still relaxing and just when her pee was about to come out on it's own she stopped it. She had peed enough to make her panties wet, and probably enough to make a visible wet patch on the pants she was wearing underneath. She felt like she could relax at any time and let more out. She was getting second thoughts now because she felt her crotch was warm and wetter than ever before, even though she was really loving this feeling. The fear of getting caught crept up to her. She went over the plan again as she continued building the snowman, after overthinking it once again she was sure she wouldn't get caught and her bladder was signaling it wanted release. Luna picked up the broom she found earlier in the basement and put it on the snowman as she slowly started to relax again "a bit more wouldn't hurt" she thought, but this time she could feel her pee about to come out on it's own and this time she wasn't planning on stopping it immediatly. She felt a small trickle escape. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she let the trickle become a stream, she could feel her crotch warm up as the wetness started to expand. When she could feel wetness going down on the inside of her pants about halfway down to her knee, she came back to her senses, panicked and stopped the stream. Although... she didn't want to stop it as it felt so good. Luna was breathing heavily, a bit shocked that she had in fact pissed her pants at this point! She could feel her butt being a bit wet aswell, She started blushing at this point. She quickly checked her crotch and legs for any visible signs, she didn't see any but she could definitely feel the wetness! And she would definitely get caught if she would remove her snowpants and her parents could see her wet pants underneat. She knew what she did was bad and she would get in trouble if her parents would find out but she enjoyed the feeling so much and it didn't feel like it should be a bad thing actually, pee isn't disgusting anyway, she learned in school that it's even sterile. She continued finishing the face of her snowman. After a couple of minutes had passed (she was taking her sweet time as she was more focused on the wetness in her pants) she was pretty much done with her snowman and was decorating it a little bit with a hat and some other stuff lying around, she still had to pee and the warmth in her pants had faded away to be replaced with coolness. "i'm still wearing wet pants anyway, why not just do a little bit more and warm them up again" she thought, "no sign of my parents anyway" Luna was getting more daring at this point, as she spread her legs apart. She relaxed her bladder and started to push again. She let out a short stream in her pants, feeling the familiar warmth in her crotch once more, it came out so much easier than before she thought. As she relished the feeling again. She let out another spurt and another longer one immediatly after as she felt the warmth spreading down her legs... But it felt so good that she didn't want to stop... Just as she ended her last spurt she gave in to the feeling and with another sigh she relaxed, and this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop the stream anymore. She felt a shiver going up her spine as she realised she was contemplating to fully pissing her pants now. As there was no other sound in the vicinity she could start hearing the clear hissing sound of her pissing her pants, She felt pee pooling up in her crotch and spreading to her butt before cascading down her legs, she completely succumbed and relished the feeling of the warm wetness spreading as she felt herself fully emptying her bladder in her pants. Standing with spread legs in the middle of the yard in the snow, she let out a barily audible "aaah" while standing next to her snowman. The hissing slowly died down and her stream subsided as she pushed out the last few drops of pee in her soaked panties, she shivered, feeling the warmth and wetness spread trough her pants, all the way down between and on the back of her legs, she could now feel alot more wetness in the front and on her butt aswell. "best feeling ever" she thought while she started to blush. Luna got a massive grin on her face as she realised what she had done, she couldn't believe she had completely pissed her pants like a toddler. It wasn't even an accident, she did it fully on purpose. She could've went inside at any moment and used the toilet, it's only 2 freaking doors! She closed her legs again and pressed them togheter a bit to feel the wetness, before starting to make her way to the front door of the bungalow. As she made her way inside the warmth in her pants was starting to fade away and so was her euphoric feeling, the fear of getting caught started creeping in... after all she didn't intend to fully wet herself at first... Very aware of her very wet and soaked pants but she had checked for any kind of wetness before coming in and luckily she couldn't find any signs, when she met her mom in the kitchen:"I finished the snowman! please go take a look and tell me what you think?" as her mom was doing the dishes and said: "sure sweety, why don't you take off those winter clothes and snowpants and go sit with your dad in the sofa, we're gonna start a movie in a little bit." Luna panicked and her mind started racing "Is it ok if i first take a quick shower so i can put on my pj?", wich her mom replied "hmm, you could do that later aswell sweety, i think i heard your dad saying you wanted a snowball fight with him before we go home? So why not take a shower after that" Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I think i'm done playing with snow for today mom" After a small silence wich felt like an eternity she replied with, "your loss sweety, you know we don't often have this chance, but sure go take a shower" Luna quickly bolted out of the kitchen for the bathroom and felt like she reached the finish line of "getting away with her soaking pants" she tought as she closed the door of the bathroom after her. Her mother continued putting away the dishes as she leaned a bit to the side and over the counter just as she did a few minutes earlier to glance out of the window, if she leaned in like this she could just see the snowman outside, what Luna didn't realise is that her mother did this from time to time to check up on her when she was building the snowman. She could swear she had seen her daughter zone out a couple of times and afterwards what seemed to be checking her crotch? It started to dawn on her when she saw her daughter put on the hat on the snowman, spread her legs and just stood there for atleast a minute, maybe two. She could swear, if she didn't know any better that her daughter had deliberately peed her pants while making that snowman. For that reason she mentioned to remove her winter clothing when she came inside to see her reaction, and her panicked reaction had pretty much confirmed her suspicion that her daughter had soaked her pants. She grinned but decided to pretend she didn't see anything. Kids...
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  15. Version 1.0.0

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    This is the story of a girl seeking revenge - through omo means, of course - on a quartet of bullies. Will she avenge her friend or join her in humiliation? Finally, the time has come to release my long-awaited game. Well, long-awaited by me, anyway, because it took a lot longer than I expected to actually put this together. The first two visual novels I uploaded here were simple, static pieces as I was just starting to learn the basics of Ren'Py. I wanted to try something a little more complex this time around. Complex in a game-play sense, that is. The story is fairly limited. Of course, that meant I had to learn some more advanced programming through research and trial and error. I also gave DAZ Studio a go for the visuals, as I have no artistic ability. I think it turned out alright (obviously, or I wouldn't bother sharing it), but it's still a very amateurish production. I just hope some of you can get some enjoyment out of this. Please let me know if you encounter any major bugs. I've tried my best to test everything, but I can't guarantee I caught it all. I didn't include an Android version of the game, as I have no idea how well it would play on mobile. Like I said, the programming was a little complex and I'm not sure some of the minigames would translate well to a mobile device. I'd prefer to keep spoilers away from the download page. If you have any specific questions I created a separate thread.
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  16. Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.
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  17. I haven´t had the time to write much on here lately. I miss it. I thought at least I´d share a quick report from the past weekend. After working like crazy I handed in a job Thursday afternoon, decided to relax for the rest of the day, and start building the excitement for a whole weekend with my partner S. What better way to do this than to put on my favourite light grey wetting jeans, and go out for a walk? Nothing big, I thought. Just a few spurts that could be covered by my hoodie around the waist. I wasn´t very desperate either, and managed to do a climby off-track route without any bladder failures. Then I was on a more familiar path and stopped. I relaxed for just a second and let out a little spurt, and it took me by surprise how it felt like it shut almost all the way down my left leg. I thought first that it couldn´t be that bad, but then I looked down. Oh shit. There was a very obvious dark patch down to my knee. Probably because I didn´t wear the jeans so tight up my crotch, so all the pee just went down instead of wetting the crotch. As nice as it looked, it still wasn´t something I wanted my neighbours to see, and I knew it wouldn´t be covered by the arms of my hoodie, so I got a little nervous. I had a look around, took a picture, and then I quickly wrapped the hoodie around my left hip so that it covered the patch. It might have looked a bit silly to wear it like that, but it worked fine. Just as I started walking again I met a dog walker. I made sure the hoodie was in place and said hi. Her whole focus was on her dog though, so even with fully soaked pants I would probably have gotten away with it. I didn´t dare to wet anything more during the walk, but at home, in front of the mirror, I slowly finished what I started. Amazed as always about how much those jeans can hold. Only one little drop of pee landed on the towel under my feet. S arrived in the evening, and the next day we woke up to a bright sunny day with special plans ahead of us. A desperate 2,5 hour walk into town where I would most likely be in need of a swim in the cold lake and a change of clothes before having a nice dinner somewhere. For bladder health reasons I don´t do extreme holds often, so I save it for special occasions, and today there would be no holding back of the holding back. I was so happy to have S joining me in this even if I would be the only desperate one. I made sure I had a lot to drink during breakfast and then chugged half a liter before we headed out. Already in the beginning of the walk I felt like I had to concentrate a bit not to leak in the steep downhill, but no severe desperation yet, and it was actually nice to enjoy the first part of the walk relaxed, chatting with my boyfriend, looking at all the nice views of the great countryside that I see every day and still not get used to. At the same time I remembered the last time I took exactly this route last autumn (see my story “Smile and say hello”), and it was like every leak I had then was now printed in my memory. I lasted longer this time. One hour in and I was still completely dry. But then I stumbled, and… I didn´t make it. The first leak. A little later a downhill climb made my underwear damp again. But true desperation? Nope. I was now starting to get a bit impatient, and drank more of the bottle of water I had with me. After a while the desperation had reached the level when it started to physically turn me on, and we had some great kissing, but I still didn´t have any urges or bladder spasms. The one liter bottle of water was empty, there had been one hour since my first leak, and even if a few more leaks had sipped out since then, still nothing went through the jeans, and I had no problems standing still. Soon I saw the glistening lake behind the trees. We were almost in town, and I was now actually disappointed with my bladder, and wished it had been a little bit weaker. There was just one solution to this – prolong the walk, and go all the way around the lake instead of straight to town. This was a busy track though, a highway of joggers, strollers and mountain bike riders so we´d have to compose ourselves. No crazy making out fetish flow style with hands all over each other, just romantic kisses and holding hands. Easier said than done, but I think we did ok. But as the desperation grew, so did my arousal. Walking over some hills and a bridge on the south end of the lake I could feel myself slowly starting to overflow. There was a heavenly warmth in my underwear with every third step. Then back in control again for a while, but not for long. I kept leaking, tiny amounts at a time. The crotch of my jeans now wet, but not very visible. With my mind fully focused on holding my pee in, I started to be confused about which track to choose. We stopped to kiss again, and now it was really hard to just stand still. The fight against the urge to pee, the small and sweet failure I felt sipping into my jeans, and my boyfriend’s arms around me made me have a semi-orgasm, and I was breathing hard, then quickly bringing myself back on track, as there would always be people nearby. The feeling of wetness was significant and I asked S how my backside looked. “Do you really wanna know?”, he said. “Ok, time for something around the waist then?” I said, and he agreed that it was a good idea. We stopped a few more times, the urges and the sensitivity for any kind of touch was getting stronger, the leaks bigger. I was starting to lose it. We were also close to town, now about to pass by the last beach before the shopping mall. We stopped there. I still wanted to prolong this desperate adventure and all it´s pleasures, so I looked over to the other side of the lake, wondering if we could keep on walking to reach the beach on the opposite side, so that I could have my swim there instead. But just as I tried to see if the bridge was still there, big spurts of pee shut out into my pants, spreading heat down my thighs, and trickling all way down to my feet. I helplessly felt the spurts repeat themselves a couple of times before I regained control. This was it. My accident was now obvious, nothing I could get away with among people, and it would soon start pouring into my shoes. Now was the perfect time to give up. I let S take some photos before I sat down in the grass. People were passing by behind us, but nobody else were on the beach. A few ducks were the only ones laughing at me as I sat there and emptied my whole bladder into my jeans. My ass got warm, and a lake formed between my legs and sinked into the ground, before I refilled the river again and again, as I never seemed to stop peeing. And then I was finally done. I crawled out of my wet pants, and cleaned myself up in icy cold lake water, before putting on nice dry clothes, feeling as good as new. I felt relaxed, but also a bit high, like after strenuous exercise. In a way I guess it is. And I felt something more – hunger! We headed into town for dinner and shopping. And I kept my light blue jeans dry by actually going to the bathroom like ordinary people. Saturday was a rainy day. We´d stay indoors. We had some work to do together, to write stuff for a community building website. S insisted that would require some dressing up (did I mention he has a suit fetish?) so we checked the wardrobe. Me and S are such a match in so many ways, but one of them is that we have almost the same size and can borrow each other’s clothes. So who´s grey pants are these? It didn´t matter, I tried them on and found they were fitting perfect, they just wouldn´t have room for me to eat anything. No room for a desperate bladder either. But I had already decided I wouldn´t let myself become desperate today. As soon as S had dressed me up in a matching shirt, a tie, a west and a suit, and we´d both admired the sight in the mirror, I started deliberately dribbling a bit into my underwear. S was changing out of his expensive tweed suit into something just a bit cheaper (and most important, machine washable pants). I peed enough to feel my panties overflow and a little river running down the inside of my leg. There was a tiny dark spot on my knee, but S didn´t notice as he took some photos of me. When he touched my crotch a little later he did though. “You already started to pee yourself? “I told you there´s no room for a bladder in these pants, what was I supposed to do?” I said, “and by the way, what do you mean “already”? Did you really expect me to pee myself?” “I know you”, he smiled. After some snuggling that almost got out of hand we shaped up and sat down by the computer. I chose the hard surface chair with no cushion, S would be the secretary by the computer. It had been a while since I had a chair wetting, and I realised I had missed it when I started to let out a little pee on every small urge, still reasonably capable of concentrating on the task too. Suit pants often seem to be a bit pee resistant. I could see nothing on the chair, but there was a warm lake in my pants that I could feel when I moved around on the chair. After a longer spurt though, the low sound of a rhythmic tapping could be heard. S heard it too, after a while. “Something´s dripping… Hey boss, haven´t you totally wet yourself?”he said. “That´s your fault, you´re typing too slowly”, I said, “And put that dick back inside your pants now and keep working!” Believe it or not, we finished the text eventually. “Alright then”, said S, “We´ll copy/paste all of this and send to the others for feedback and then…” The sound of my pee suddenly splashing down under my chair interrupted him, and he started laughing. “…ehm… Oh yeah, that sounds great…” I said, all consumed by the bliss of now forcefully peeing my pants on the chair, creating a puddle at my feet. Awesome. Alright, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this was how far I got writing this story a couple of months ago, before another stressful deadline prevented me from focusing on anything else but work. Honestly I don´t really remember the rest of the evening, and I just wanna get this posted so I´ll leave it to your imagination. But I´m pretty sure it involved some floor clean-up, S wetting his pants for me in the shower while I stared at him, and lots of masturbation and laundry. Standard activites.
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  18. Couple months ago, I was invited to a house party with some of my friends that I played volleyball with during the winter over Florida. They were mostly a fun crowd, but kind of wild in an conservative engineering student type of way. After the volleyball season we had a party to celebrate the good times. We’d taken a year off during the pandemic so the house party was extra wild, I remember doing shots of tequila and drinking lots of beer. We’d also forgotten how to party in a way, since we hadn’t done this thing outside of our houses since the 2019 season. After the party my friend Tiffany, Olivia and I went to walk home which was around half a mile downtown. The drinks were flowing, and we’d plan to drunkenly stumbled back to my apartment where we could sleep off the hangovers, watch Netflix and fall asleep. For context, Tiffany is a brown hair, brown eyed, 27 year old 5’7” woman with curves and a thin waist wearing a skintight low cut top and tight jeans. She’s usually the quiet one in the group. Olivia is a 24 year old 5’2” blonde girl whose also quite thin with a nice chest and unpredictable personality, she’s wearing jeans and a thin loose white tee shirt. I’m a 6”2” dude built like a distance runner whose actually not that good at volleyball, wearing a polo if that matters. Prior to leaving Tiffany mentioned needing to pee, but the bathroom was full at the house party as everyone was leaving at the same time so she said “it’s only a 20 min walk, I can make it but lets go now.” and we went on our way. Walking home Olivia mentions that she is hungry, and wants to stop by a pizza place to get a slice of pizza. The pizza place is on the way home, and they sell the pizza by the slice so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Tiffany lets us know that we can stop for pizza as long as she can use the bathroom inside the pizza place because she now “really needs to pee.” Olivia mentions she needs to pee too, so the stop will be nice for food and a bathroom break. I’m walking these two girls home and don’t mind, because I want some pizza too. We’re drunk walking to the pizza place and Tiffany keeps mentioning that she should’ve peed prior to us leaving because it’s now cold outside and it’s gotten worse. We were playing beer pong right before we left and the beer has likely gone straight to her bladder. She’s quiet as we’re walking and I ask “everything alright?” and she says “yeah, I just really need a bathroom, can’t wait until we get to the pizza place.” It takes about 10 minutes to get to the pizza place, and these is a bit of a line because the bars also just closed and everyone wants a slice of pizza. Takes another 15 minutes to get through the line and both Tiffany and Olivia are talking about how they have to pee. “I really should’ve peed before we left” said Tiffany and her legs are crossed and she’s leaning slightly forward in the line. “we’ll make it, but I have to pee too” said Olivia. Meanwhile, I’m lucky and got to use the bathroom prior to us leaving the house party so am just enjoying the show. We finally get to the front of the line and Tiffany asks if she can use the pizza places bathroom. The worker behind the counter says “sorry, we’ve closed the inside and are cleaning it” and Tiffany winces. She really needs to pee and is beyond hiding it anymore. It’s now been 50 minutes since she left the house needing to pee, and it’s more urgent than ever. She’s leaning forward asking Olivia what she wants straightaway because she needs to go. Meanwhile Olivia is looking through the menu and can’t decide because she’s hungry but losing focus because she also needs to pee and has been drinking. They’ve only got three different slices on display and she can’t decide, then she does something wild. “Can we get a large Golf Cart Pizza?” She ordered a custom pizza from the menu, which isn’t being sold by the slice. “Yeah, that’ll take about 20-30 minutes, is that alright?” said the worker at the counter. “Yeah that’s fine” said Olivia, not even aware of what she’s done to herself and Tiffany. Tiffany is leaning forward and nearly sweating because she needs to pee so bad. Olivia pays for the pizza and we start waiting. Despite how much I’m enjoying this I want to do the right thing so I offer Tiffany my keys saying “You can go back and use the bathroom if you want, I’ll just grab the pizza and meet you if you want to buzz me in” and she contemplates it, but is stuck between a rock and a hard place. We’re in the arts district area of downtown at night. It’s a nice area, but very gentrified so there are still pockets of bad. She doesn’t want to be a girl walking alone through a half a mile of dark streets. She says “I’m not really comfortable walking home alone, but lets just hope this pizza comes out because I really need to pee” So we wait. As we’re waiting Tiffany and Olivia are sitting on the curb. Tiffany isn’t even speaking, 100% of her concentration is on holding her pee. It’s now been over an hour after we left a party with her needing to pee, and that doesn’t even account for the beer that’s also flowed through her at this point. Her 20 minute walk home that would’ve been pushing it has now turned into an hour of enduring holding her pee because Olivia wanted to get a whole pizza at 1 in the morning. Olivia is talking about how she needs to pee too, but it’s not even close to Tiffany’s situation. We’re surrounded by people so she can’t even go to a corner and squat, she just has to endure it as we’re waiting on a custom order pizza from some local pizza place. She’s sitting on the curb bent over forward with her legs shaking. I ask her again “Is everything alright” and she says “I’m literally about to pee my pants, I’m not joking.” At this point I’m turned on and just savoring the whole moment. This normally quiet girl is being so open about her desperation to pee, and I’m the only one who will listen. This goes on for about 15 minutes until the pizza is ready. By now both woman are desperate to pee, and even Olivia has her legs crossed. I think she feels bad that this situation is her fault so is less vocal about her need to pee, but she is still bent over forward. We complete the walk home in a hurry, it’s only 10 more minutes to my front door. As we get to the front door I can here one of the girls pacing behind me, and I’m slightly distracted fumbling with the keys. “Just open the door, I am seriously about to piss myself” Tiffany says while leaning over pleading with me to open the door. I finally get it open and she walks in and bee lines it for the bathroom with Olivia. Somehow, Olivia gets into the bathroom first and Tiffany is left standing outside the door pacing back and forth. She’s absolutely bursting to pee and there is no hiding it, she’s leaned against the wall next to the bathroom bent over forward with her cleavage now showing in the light. She’s not hiding anything, her desperation, her controlled breathing, and her breasts are nearly falling out of her shirt as she leans forward waiting on Olivia to finish up. Olivia comes out of the bathroom 2 minutes later and Tiffany runs in as she’s washing her hands and throws the toilet seat up and tells Olivia “Get out!” as I hear her urgently undo her belt and take off her pants. She finally lets loose a torrent of piss into the toilet, which I can hear quite clearly because I’m in a loft apartment with no roof on the bathroom. She’s doesn’t stop peeing for nearly two minutes and I’m loving every second of it. Finally she emerges looking relieved, and I make small talk of it. “Wow you really had to pee didn’t you?” “Yeah, I didn’t expect Olivia to order a pizza! That’s the closest I think I’ve ever come to pissing myself!” Finally we sat down on the couch and watched squid came. Tiffany cuddled up against me and fell asleep, and I couldn’t even focus on the show. I’d already experienced the show of a lifetime. Note - names changed. Aside from that this story is 100% genuine and one of my favorite desperation experiences of my life. ­
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  20. Great find! Here's a rip Pee pants - video 41 - ThisVid.com.mp4
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  21. Hi all, I usually post my art, but I wanted to share something different today. I am a college student taking a lot of remote classes, and my job is also remote. This means that most days I don't get to leave my apartment. I started with a few desperation scenarios. I would lock myself in my room with plenty of water and snacks, and work all day without leaving. I padded my chair with plenty of towels and lined the bottom with a plastic garbage bag. When I did have an accident, all the pee would be absorb by the towels and I can just continue working. I loved the warm feeling followed followed by sitting in a puddle of pee while I worked. I had enough towels so that I could have three full accidents without them becoming saturated. I then realized that it was the feeling of needing to pee that got me really turned on and at the edge of my chair. I started to have micro accidents. I would let out small squirts of pee throughout the day to keep me wet, yet not drenched, and constantly needing to pee. Here are my designated dirty pee panties after a few weeks of doing this: I didn't wash my panties that frequently-- however I did wash all the towels and my pants every day I did this. The panties themselves smell really good and only have a faint naughty smell. I found the key to this is to keep them in a well ventilated space. Wet panties bunched up and covered will develop an odor. 1-2 days after wetting them, the smell is the strongest, however after 3-4 days of being in a ventilated space, the smell mostly vanishes. I cycled through the panties I used; however, I used the white pair of panties the most-- I just loved how they stain so easily. Does anyone else have similar work from home experiences?? I'm trying to get ideas of other things to try.
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  22. For the wetting lovers among you! This is gonna be the last drawing I will post here for the next few weeks. I am currently working on something fun for Christmas, so stay tuned!
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  23. Yesterday! Had to pee bad after gym and 2 back to back work calls.
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  24. Title says it all! Found it on Bob Cools VK account: https://vk.com/video/@b.cools Video by Bob Cools.mp4
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  25. i will put some my dirty hobby of girl peeing their pants 2 girls 1 jeans wetting and 1 pissing - ThisVid.com.mp4 5ce104086638e_720.mp4.mp4 5d1efa18dd7c0_720.mp4.mp4 5d29c0f3ae41e_720.mp4.mp4
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  26. As promised in my other compilation thread, I’m putting longer multi-part encounters with my wife in their own threads. If you’ve paid attention to my stories, it’s obvious that my wife at least partially enjoys holding a full bladder, plus it happens naturally as she avoids public bathrooms with possible. Over the past couple years, since I last regularly posted anything, she now does it basically any time we go out for more than a few hours. She always makes sure I know when she needs to go, and I have actually caught her having unassisted orgasms when she was really desperate to pee on a couple occasions. I’ve always enjoyed going out with her, even if it's just doing stuff around town, but now I REALLY look forward to going out with her! She’s finally been wanting to go out on half/full day trips again, so I’ve been scouting out places to go, with emphasis on places with limited bathroom access. We went out this past Saturday to a small town about 2.5 hours away, with the intention of knocking out some Christmas shopping. I had high hopes for her needing to pee while away from a bathroom, as it has happened before at the same place. The day didn’t disappoint, though not in the way I originally planned. After changing a couple times, she ended up wearing a flowy shirt and a black tights. She also wore spanx with panties underneath. To start, on the trip down, it's very rural with only a few smaller towns to potentially stop at. We stopped for coffee on the way out of town, and as expected she needed to pee about an hour later. She casually told me that she had to pee, but she didn’t ask to stop. After years of asking, she’s finally started doing this for me. Normally she could just hold until she really had to stop, but this way I can enjoy it. We were entering smaller town, then it was about 15 minutes to the next town (which was larger and took about 10 minutes to get through), and after that there was almost nothing for quite a while. She started getting increasingly urgent over the next 15 minutes to the point that I asked her if she actually needed to stop. Thankfully she said "No, I can wait" before bending forward to take some pressure off then partially crossing her legs. A minute later, she looked outside and said: "Well, it's raining outside, so I can't really pee on the side of the road, huh? That caught my attention since it implied that she was farther along than she was acting, but I wasn't stopping until she explicitly told me to. I was hoping that she would wait until after we went past the town we were approaching, which she did. I can't tell if she does this on purpose or it just happens a lot, but as we were leaving she told me "OK, I really need to stop now." We almost immediately came up to a gas station, but it was sketchy looking (pretty common for these rural highways) and before I even slowed down she told me tp keep going, because she was done with "nasty bathrooms." My penis twitched because I knew that we were at least 5 minutes from the next stop. She struggled more and more until we finally got there. I tried to pass it off as having lousy bathrooms, but she was past the point of caring unless it was obviously awful (such as portable toilets, or had a meth-head hanging out in front (it’s actually happened), or something like that). She had her legs crossed and was bouncing in her seat as we pulled up, and before I had the car in "Park", she took a sharp breath in and told me she just peed a little. She jumped out, and before she opened the store's door I heard her say "Fuck, peed again", then she ran inside. It took me a little bit to calm down enough to pee, and by the time I was done she was walking up to the register with a soda. Afterwards, she confirmed that she had leaked several times, but it was barely enough to wet her panties. To be continued!
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  27. A bit older video, browsing my older files. Nice wetting and a very daring rooftop location in a Dutch city. Bonus points for the right city answer Girl wets her blue spandex catsuit.mp4
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  28. 12-10-2014_112355.mp4 15(1(.flv 15.flv 29c3f397c1.480.mp4 35 they both wet there jeans at the bus stop.flv 46 wets her jeans and fills her wellies with piss.flv 75 after drinking to much beer she pee,s herself.flv 76 (2m09s) 640x360.mp4
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  29. I decided I can still tell you about that time when I was the closest to wetting myself in my whole life (including deliberate holds), although it wasn't really a wetting experience. I made it that time, but I hope you'll forgive my exceptional bladder control. So this happened 4 or 5 years ago. I was visiting my home town with my boyfriend. On the last day, right before heading to the airport, I decided to go to some bar I was interested in but had no time to visit during the few days I spent in town. So I drank several beers, took several pees, and eventually the time has come to call a taxi to the airport which was 40 minutes away. I'm well aware that, when I drink beer, I tend to go to the bathroom a lot after I break the seal. So I knew that I would most probably feel the urge again quite soon, but I was sure I'll be able to just pee in the airport. 40 minutes is nothing to the person who deliberately holds for hours and hours, I thought. So I finished my beer, peed for one last time and bravely hopped into the taxi. And I kid you not, less than in 5 minutes I was DYING for a piss. I kept telling myself that my bladder simply couldn't be that full, and it was all in my head. But no matter how full it was actually, the struggle was extremely real. At first I was sure that - even though in immense pain and agony - I would still make it to the airport and immediately find a bathroom there. But the urge was growing so fast that I very soon realized: unless we make a stop on our way, I'm doomed. I wanted to ask the driver to stop, but I was so ashamed of my lack of bladder control that I couldn't utter a word. We passed one gas station, then another. Every time I saw one more chance of relief going away, I died inside a little. Finally I collected some courage. In a very feeble voice I asked the driver if he minded stopping at the nearest gas station. "We'll be at the airport in less than 20 minutes," he said. While he was saying it, we passed another gas station. In an even more meek and pathetic voice I said "I'm so sorry but I'm not gonna make it to the airport." He said that there would be one more gas station in 5 minutes, and that's how the longest 5 minutes in my life started. My bladder was about to explode. I couldn't sit normally because the pressure was simply unbearable. So I had to hover my ass over the seat and keep my stomach as stretched out as possible in a car to give my bladder some additional space. I'm not very fit and normally I wouldn't be able to stay in this position for a long time, but it was the only way for me to not pee all over myself, so I had to keep it. Also I was squeezing my legs so tightly together that my muscles began to hurt. I was breathing heavily and sweating... Finally the car stopped at the gas station. I ran there for dear life and asked if I could use a bathroom. Fortunately, it wasn't occupied, because if it had been, I would have lost control at the door and completely flood myself and the floor. So... That's how I took the most desired piss in my life!
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  30. I will start a new thread where I will upload my new drawings, I plan to only draw female characters, and I will probably take ideas in the comments for future drawings. this is the first drawing, just tickling until pee
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  31. 701 downloads

    Patches 3 - Elizabeth & Sunny. Ripped from VHS tape which I purchased in late 90's from Patches, I've always wanted a digital version but this never materialised and the age of the media I have means it's quality can't be improved. I've always loved how pretty Sunny is to me and it's a shame she only did the one with Elizabeth.
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  32. While being fingered by Gabriella, Alisha pees in her diaper in this incredibly sexy lesbian diaper fetish video. In this scene we find Alisha and Gabriella making out in their pull-on style diapers. While making out, Gabriella slides her hand inside Alisha’s diaper and begins to finger her. Alisha needs to pee, so while Gabriella is fingering her she pees in her diaper.
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  33. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really needs to pee, but she... has (had) to wait longer than she thought after starting her hold intentionally!" Thisbe and her girlfriend prepare for a night of fun that goes on just a bit too long! XD As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon!
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  34. I was at the pool with my kids this morning when I saw something really sweet There was this other woman, I think she was almost 30. She had a toddler with her and she looked 6 or 7 months pregnant. She wore a one piece swimsuit with a stripy pattern in different gray shades. At one point, she was in the shallow end of the pool, she bent over to lift up her child. I happened to look in her direction from a couple of meters behind her just at that moment. Suddenly: *gush*, a big squirt of pee came out of her bathing suit and trickled down the back of her leg. She seemed somewhat embarrassed (aww, of course she was) but I think I was the only person who happened to notice what she did. Hehe, so cute
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  35. GF taking a piss Give fnf female characters to draw pls-
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  36. We had all been drinking, she prefers beers go shots and we all go to a small one stall bathroom dive bar. She had to go BAD at one point and swears by “not breaking the seal!” Well… I had gone twice by then and she STILL hadn’t gone.. she’s a rather attractive girl she’s had a BBL and has a big butt, curvy as ever and just cute overall brunette Latina. She gets a lot of attention. Well she finally gave in amd ran to the bathroom to go amd there was a line, we all went out to smoke a cigarette and she went out w the inetention to pop a squat, but there was SO many people around and a lot of family’s. She got nervous and was tipsy by then, she is known for having a weak bladder and my friend told me she had an accident one night recently before leaving the club. well she’s all watery eyed, looking and can’t find a place to go so she shrugs and says oh well I really have to and I can’t hold it anymore I just don’t Care!! It hurts! And literally starting peeing right there. Mid pee she sat on a curb and just … finishes in her LIGHT BLUE jeans. Them INSISTS on going in and paying her tab. It was in her shoes all down her legs and wrapped almost around her waist, we tried to stop her but she didn’t care amd went inside. Everyone saw and honestly was shocked cause.. she’s … hot ? Idk. And brave af about. She peed herself and owned it af! But when she sobered up she cried lol. And we didn’t go back to that bar for a year. But every time I think ab it I get sooo turned on.
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  37. This is my submission for the September writing competition. Hope you enjoy! A Navy Recruit’s Misery “Commander Stallard will be arriving at the base at noon, and I plan to get there before she does, meaning we will be leaving tomorrow morning at eight-thirty. I expect each of you to be present in your officer’s uniform at the front of the canteen building by that time. If you are late, I will not wait for you. We will drive up to Greenport harbor where a boat will be waiting to sail us east to the base. Be warned, it is a long journey, so come prepared. We will not stop for any reason. Is that clear?” Those had been the words of sergeant Margaret Clarke, uttered the night previously in her own personal office, where Clara Benson had stood rooted to the spot among two of her fellow officers-in-training, listening to every word. The directions were simple, and Clara had no doubt in her mind that she would be on time at 8:30 in the morning as her sergeant had said. But of course, her faulty alarm clock had chosen that day to malfunction, and by the time Clara’s eyes had finally fluttered open the following morning as she lay among the sheets of her bed, it was already almost eight. In a panic, she’d launched into a frenzy to get ready on time, hardly stopping for a second to catch her breath. After fifteen minutes of chaotic scrambling, she stood in front of her mirror, half-panting as she smoothed out her clothes as best as she could, trying not to look like she’d just clambered out of bed moments ago. As she had been told, she was in her officer’s uniform, consisting of a light blue button-down blouse tucked into a tight pair of dark blue pants, which were being held up by a black belt wrapped snugly around her waist. Her brown hair, which normally came down to her chest, was tied up in a neat bun at the back. Feeling satisfied with the state of her clothes, she slipped her feet into her black boots, tightened the laces, then glanced over at the clock on her bedside table. 8:15AM. She’d be cutting it close, but she would make it on time. There would be no time for her to eat breakfast, but she’d compensated by drinking two cups of coffee instead, the last of which she gulped down before tossing the large paper cup into the trash and stepping out of her room. Clara made her way towards the canteen, keeping up a brisk pace to get there on time and to keep herself warm in the cool autumn air. As she walked, she finally had a chance to collect her thoughts, her mind pondering the events of the day to come. It had all started last night, when Clara and two other students in the training academy had been called down to the sergeant’s office out of the blue. Normally, this was never a good sign, and it was with a healthy dose of worry that the three had walked into the office of Margaret Clarke, a woman who was as respected as she was feared among the students and her fellow colleagues. However, their fears were soon put to bed as the sergeant explained why they had been called. She had received word that Amy Stallard, a highly distinguished and well-known Navy Commander, was visiting the nearby Glen Rock Naval Base facility to discuss and prepare for an upcoming mission, and she had requested Clarke’s presence, along with a few of her best students in training. Clara, being one of the top students in her class, had thus been chosen as one of the lucky few to attend this meeting. As the sergeant had detailed all of this, Clara had hardly managed to contain her delight. Her dream of becoming a navy officer was something that she took very seriously, and ever since she’d joined Officer Candidate School eight weeks ago, she’d made it her mission to excel in every task that had been thrown at her. Now, not only had her hard work been noticed, she’d also been rewarded with the chance to meet and work with Commander Stallard herself, a woman who was well known for her great accomplishments and intelligence. This was exactly the opportunity that Clara needed, a chance to put her name forward and be recognized for her drive and ambition, and she certainly wasn’t going to mess this up, although her alarm clock had certainly tried its best. Clara was panting a little as she finally strolled up to the canteen entrance with just five minutes to spare, now feeling fully awake and clear-headed after the walk in the cool morning air. Stephanie and Jane, the two other students who had been selected for the trip, were nowhere to be seen. Figuring they were inside, Clara pushed through the doors of the cafeteria and into the large dining area within. She was met by a wave of chatter and the clattering of cups and glasses, the room packed with throngs of her classmates having their first meal of the day. Turning her head, she scanned the room in an attempt to locate her traveling companions, although it proved to be fruitless among the chaos of so many people walking about. What she did find, however, was that the smells wafting through from the kitchens were reawakening her hunger, which she had only temporarily managed to stifle with the two coffees she’d downed earlier. She looked longingly at the sights of bacon, eggs, and bread all around her, wishing she could get herself a plate and eat. But with just three minutes to spare, it was not an option; instead, Clara strode to the back, grabbed a tall glass, and poured herself some orange juice. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and she could certainly use the energy. After all, the sergeant had warned them it was a long trip, and she certainly didn’t want to pass out halfway through. Not wanting to dawdle, she gulped down the entire glass in one go. It was then, as she swallowed the final few sips of the cool liquid, that she began to feel that all too familiar feeling down at the base of her abdomen. It seemed her morning double coffees had already gone right through her (as it usually does) and was already insisting on release. It would be best to deal with this now before they set off, and thankfully there was just enough time. Halfway to the cafeteria restrooms, however, she was stopped in her tracks by someone calling after her. “Clara!” Clara turned to find Stephanie approaching her, Jane following closely at her heels, both wearing identical uniforms matching what Clara herself had donned. “Oh, hi guys!” She put on a smile, waving in greeting, and, not wanting to be rude, stood patiently they exchanged pleasantries. Unfortunately, this meant that whatever little time she had to take care of her business went up in smoke, and she had no choice but to go along as the three of them made their way back out into the cool, crisp air outside. It’s not so bad anyway, Clara reasoned. Plus, there’s probably a bathroom on the boat that I can use. Confident that her bladder situation was a non-issue, she put the matter out of her mind. “We were starting to get worried when we couldn’t find you,” Stephanie explained as they came to a halt by the curb outside. Clara smiled, ready to explain the events of her hectic morning, but before she could open her mouth, a large, brown jeep came rumbling down the street and came to a halt directly in front of them. Noticing sergeant Clarke in the driver’s seat, the three students immediately ended their conversation, standing straight at attention. Without getting out of the jeep, the sergeant looked them up and down. “Glad to see you all made it.” She beckoned to the back seat. “What are you waiting for? Get in, time to go!” The three women clambered into the vehicle, a task which required some legwork due to its considerable height. Stephanie took the right seat, Jane the middle, and Clara sat on the left. The sergeant was wasting no time today; the moment the door closed, the jeep roared off down the road, and with that they were off to the harbor. The drive was rather uneventful, and in the presence of the sergeant, none of the students were in the mood to make small talk. Thus, nothing but the roar of the engine filled the air as they rumbled down the road to their destination, which Clara knew was about an hour’s drive away from their camp. She tried to relax as they twisted and turned down the small road, but emerging feelings of nervousness was making it difficult. She had never really met such a high-ranking official as Commander Stallard before and had no idea how this meeting would go. The sergeant hadn’t really made it too clear exactly what the students’ task would be, other than that they would be sitting in on the discussions about the upcoming mission which was to be led by the commander. Yet this was not enough for Clara, who was always one to be fully prepared for any situation, and the lack of information was bothering her quite a bit. What should I do? How should I act? Her mind was buzzing. What if I say something stupid and make a fool out of myself? She knew she was just overthinking, as she often tended to do, and tried to shove these thoughts out of her mind, mentally reassuring herself that she would do just fine. It wasn’t just the nerves bothering her, however. Her need to pee had worsened quite steadily since they’d left the camp, and the urine within her bladder sloshed around with every bump on the road, certainly making its presence felt. She was finding it hard to ignore by now, but nevertheless tried not to let it concern her. They weren’t far from the harbor, and once they were on the boat, she would be able to use the toilet onboard. Yeah, I’ll be fine. She certainly wasn’t about to get hung up on something as trivial as a bodily function, not when she had far bigger things to worry about. It seemed her kidneys, however, had other ideas. Perhaps it was due to the cool temperature, or the nerves bubbling within Clara, but her bladder seemed to be filling at a rate far quicker than normal. By the time they finally pulled into the harbor entrance, her urinary urge had amplified quite significantly, and she found herself subtly swaying her legs side-to-side across her seat to keep it subdued. She was caught by surprise at just how badly she already had to pee, and despite her earlier nonchalance on the matter, she was quite glad they were now just moments from entering the boat where she could go relieve herself. The harbor itself was quite small, situated on the banks of a river among the forests on either side. Given the rural locale, traffic was minimal, and the place had a forlorn feel to it, although the flow of the river and the rustling of the leaves created a sense of serenity in the air. Clara certainly noticed a difference in the atmosphere here compared to the camp as she stepped out of the jeep, which the sergeant had parked in front of a lone, squat building situated about 50 feet from the waters. She also noticed the air was considerably cooler here by the river, shivering a bit as she felt a chill crawling down her spine, eliciting an even stronger reaction from her bladder. Stepping from side to side, she glanced over to the riverbank where a small white cabin cruiser bobbed up and down on the waters, anchored down next to a wooden walkway stretching into the river. It certainly wasn’t anything spectacular, but it would get them where they needed to go, and that was enough. As the four of them made their way to the river’s edge, they were greeted by an older, weather-beaten man who emerged from the depths of the boat cabin and introduced himself as Arthur, the one who had been sent to escort them to the base. Sergeant Clarke began to exchange a few words with the man, while Clara stood waiting behind her with Stephanie and Jane. As the cold air washed over her from an oncoming breeze, she crossed her arms over her chest tightly, suddenly wishing she’d brought along a jacket to keep herself warm. Meanwhile, her bladder’s cries had grown very insistent, made only worse by the non-stop chilly winds, and she had to fight the urge to dance on the spot. Unable to keep completely still, she had to resort to shifting from foot to foot, doing her best to be discreet about it. Oh, come on, let’s go already! Clara felt her impatience bubbling up as Arthur rambled on about something, eager to get on board so she could hurry to the toilet and be rid of this bothersome need. Thankfully the conversation ended soon after, and Clara followed gratefully behind the sergeant as they climbed onboard onto the deck. “I’ll be up here by the wheel,” Arthur called out to them, gesturing towards the inside of a little enclosed cave at the front end of the deck where the helm was located. “You lot can stay down below where it’s warm, I made sure to heat it up on my way here. If you need anything, just come up and give me a holler.” With that, he turned and situated himself on his seat at the wheel. “Down we go then.” The sarge led the way down a small flight of steps disappearing underneath the deck, leading into the cabin below. Clara was already thinking about how she was going to excuse herself to use the restroom. Do I even have to ask the sarge, or should I just go? Having never been in this situation, she had no idea. It would be safer to ask, right? Probably. Was she overthinking this? Definitely. It was certainly warmer below, away from the biting winds of above, a fact which Clara was quite thankful for. It was a small area, quite cozy, with a wooden table surrounded by a few chairs taking up most of the main section, and nothing but a few cardboard boxes filled with supplies and junk on the other side. Rubbing her hands to warm up her fingers, she immediately glanced around, looking for the head; surely it was down here somewhere. After one quick scan around the room, though, she found no other doors among the walls, and there didn’t seem to be any other areas down here either. Damn, where is it? Was it somewhere on the deck, and she’d just failed to notice? No, that couldn’t be it, she definitely would’ve seen it. Stepping in a small circle, she scanned the cabin walls once again, going slower this time, but yet again, her search yielded nothing. She felt her heart drop. Is there seriously no bathroom on this boat? Clara couldn’t believe it. She had been banking on finding a toilet here, and not once had she paused to consider what would happen if there wasn’t one. What on earth was she supposed to do? She suddenly thought back to the building on the shore by which they had parked the jeep, wondering if there was any chance that she could run back and check there. Before she could even consider this option, however, the engine of the boat roared to life, and with a sudden burst of acceleration, the boat took off down the river, thus marking the beginning of their long journey to the island base. As Clara adjusted herself to the swaying motion of the cruiser cutting its way through the water, the severity of her situation slowly began to dawn on her: she was now effectively trapped on a toilet-less compartment heading out into the sea on a journey that would last no less than two hours, in the presence of two of her colleagues and her cold, ruthless sergeant, with a pair of kidneys that seemed to be working overtime as they deposited urine into a bladder that was already considerably full. A deep sense of worry settled over her at this realization. The prospect of having to endure a full bladder for the entire duration of this trip was not at all something that she relished. Given how badly she already needed to go, she was genuinely concerned about whether or not she would even be able to last that long. But she had to, there was no other way for her to relieve herself. It was certainly going to be a close one, but she would just have to manage. This was nothing new, she’d been caught short plenty of times before, and this certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was a grown adult woman, she could deal with this. I’ll be fine, we’ll be there in no time, Clara told herself in reassurance. “Have a seat, everyone! Benson, get over here!” Clara was snapped out of her thoughts by the sergeant’s bark. Stephanie and Jane seated themselves at the table, and Clara quickly strode over to join them. The sarge, sitting at the head of the table, produced a folder filled with a set of documents. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that this meeting is important,” she began, removing some papers from the folder and passing it down to the three students who sat listening. “Commander Stallard invited you today to give you an opportunity to get some valuable experience and get a taste of what life as an officer is like.” Clara glanced at the document as Jane passed it to her, scanning it to see what it was. “Now, since you lot are still in training, you won’t be expected to do much. At most, today you’ll be listening in to the discussions in which I’ll be participating alongside the commander. But — and let me make this clear — you not being a part of the discussions is not an excuse for you to not pay attention. You are to take notes on everything that is talked about, and I will personally be reading them afterwards, so they better be done well. Do I make myself clear?” The three trainees quickly nodded in response. “Good. Now, I want you all to be prepared before we get there, so we’ll be going over the general topics that will be covered. I listed them all out here, make sure you follow along while you listen…” Sergeant Clarke launched into speech and began to go over some of the details outlined on the document which she’d just handed out, while the students sat listening attentively. Clara, always the eager and ambitious student, was doing her best to pay close attention, keeping track on the paper in front of her as the sarge talked about a new submarine which the commander was due to inspect, and some tests that needed to be run before it could be approved for use. On this particular occasion, however, she was finding it hard to keep her concentration with the pressure of her bladder continuously mounting down below. She bounced her right leg in a rhythmic jig, trying to keep the urge under control. They had only just begun the journey, yet already her need was getting urgent. This could get bad. Clara shook her head as she fought to regain her focus. Come on, don’t think about it. Focus on the meeting. No matter what happened, she wasn’t about to let her bladder get in the way of this important day, not if she could help it. Besides, she’d spent plenty of times in class while having to pee, this was nothing new. Letting the sarge’s words wash over her, she stared intently at the notes in front of her, refusing to be distracted by her bodily needs. Over the next half hour, the briefing session continued, the sarge making her way through the document’s content while the students followed along with looks of concentration. They had to be ready, because every so often sergeant Clarke would throw a question at one of them, demanding an answer, and an incorrect response would certainly not be met with kindness. Stephanie, Jane, and Clara were more than up to the task, however – after all, they were three of the best students in class. By the end, not a single question had been answered incorrectly, and even the sarge, normally so difficult to please, seemed quite happy with the results. “Alright then,” she said, retrieving her folder and proceeding to remove a further set of papers. “I hope you didn’t think we were done, because we’re not.” Clara reached out to grab the sheets that were passed down; it was a packet, a relatively large one with quite a few pages of text. “That document contains further details of several other topics that will be covered in today’s meeting. I expect each of you to read through it and familiarize yourselves with it completely; I’ll be questioning each of you afterwards, so be ready. You have half an hour. Go on, then, get started!” There was the shuffling of papers, a scrape of a chair, and then nothing but the hum of the engine and the splashing of water as the room fell into a concentrated silence. That last sound in particular was proving to be quite bothersome for Clara, whose need had now grown to a seriously worrying level. They were only a quarter of the way to their destination, yet already she was reaching a state of desperation. What on earth was going on down there? She couldn’t remember the last time her bladder had filled this fast. God, of all the days. She’d just about managed to keep ahold of her focus up until now, but it was impossible to ignore the constant, dull pressure in her abdomen, her bladder’s shrill calls now forcing their way to the forefront of her mind. Her eyes darted back and forth across the page, trying to grasp the meaning of the words as it sped through them. Meanwhile, underneath the table, Clara’s legs were bouncing continuously in an attempt to quell the burning between her thighs, her feet balanced on the toe-end of her boots. It certainly helped, but it was nothing but a temporary remedy, a solution that would not hold it back forever. The best thing that could be done for her now was to get to the base as quickly as possible, but that was entirely out of her control. She would simply have to sit and hope she could wait that long. Clara sighed under her breath, both out of discomfort and frustration at her lack of concentration as she found herself reading the same line over and over again. She glanced sideways at Stephanie and Jane’s papers to see their progress and saw that she had already fallen behind by several pages. That won’t do at all. The last thing she needed right now was to get on the wrong side of the sarge, and that would be a real possibility if she didn’t pick up the pace. But as the minutes ticked by, it was only getting harder and harder to maintain focus, and she was getting increasingly restless, now squirming frequently within the chair. Ohh… come on, just read, just focus Clara! It was much easier said than done. God, I have to pee so bad. The sarge had taken to walking slow circles around the cabin, hands clasped behind her back as she stalked the perimeter. Every so often a rustle of paper would interrupt the hum of the engine as a page was flipped, marking the slow but steady progress by the three recruits under the watchful eye of their superior. This continued for another twenty minutes. It was dull work, to be sure, but no one wanted to be the one to find out what would happen if they weren’t ready for the sarge’s questioning afterwards, so they kept their heads down and powered through. Clara herself was powering through an additional burden of her own, her discreet movements growing more and more frequent and amplified as time ticked on. Ever so slowly, they approached the halfway point in their journey, and by now there was no doubt about it, Clara was well and truly desperate. Her thighs fanned back and forth across the chair, soft sighs escaping her mouth as she fought against the occasional surge of force from her bladder. Her sphincter was under significant duress, and its load seemed to be getting heavier by the minute. She was seriously starting to regret all those liquids she’d hurriedly consumed that morning; it would’ve been better to be hungry than have to deal with this! Clara groaned internally as she heard the sounds of the water lapping against the boat outside, which only served to intensify her need even more. Ohhh, hurry up and get there already! Clara was known by those closest to her to be a very patient individual, a trait that was certainly going to be put to the test today. She glanced over at her companions, yet again trying to measure their progress, and was shocked to see Stephanie already on the last page, and Jane not too far behind. Clara herself still had quite a few pages left to read, and it was now a possibility that she might not even finish on time. Panic bubbled within her at this thought; spurred on by the prospect of having to face the sarge’s admonishment, Clara clenched her teeth and forced her mind back to the words in front of her. She had to get through it, no matter what her damn bladder was doing. Crossing her legs, she pressed her right thigh down hard against her left, adding whatever support she could to maintain control. Suddenly, they felt an unmistakable bout of deceleration as the boat began to slow down. Startled by the disturbance, Clara head snapped up, as did Stephanie and Jane’s, questioning looks on their faces as they briefly wondered what was going on. Maybe they were just making a turn to avoid an obstacle? But no, the boat had slowed down significantly, continuing to do so until little by little they came to a complete halt. Clara’s mind started racing, and she suddenly felt a flutter of hope. Had they arrived already? Oh yes, thank god! Maybe it was her lucky day after all. Just the thought of finally being able to get to the base – no, to the bathroom within – and being able to experience sweet, sweet relief at long last was already making her heart beat faster. She glanced around at the sarge, who stood still in the middle of the room with her hands clasped behind her. Why isn’t she telling us to go up? At that moment, there was a thud followed by the high-pitched whining of some old hinges as the door at the head of the stairs opened and Arthur poked his head in. Addressing the sarge, he said, “Apologies, I just had to make a stop here at the fueling station, we were starting to run low and I didn’t want to risk it, you know? My fault for not doing it earlier, I should’ve known better, these older boats have never been too efficient.” He gave a few hearty slaps to the wall beside him. “Anyways, shouldn’t take long, ten minutes maybe. Hope you don’t mind the delay.” Clara felt her heart sinking at the realization that they were not at the base after all. In fact, this stop was only adding even more delay to their trip, which was the last thing she needed. You can’t be serious right now. Irritation and anxiety bubbled up within her, though she tried to keep it from showing. “It’s quite alright,” the sarge responded firmly, her neutral expression making it impossible to read her feelings. Arthur began to turn around, then stopped suddenly and glanced back. “Oh, and one more thing. I need to load a couple of boxes onto the boat from the storage shed on shore. I’d appreciate it if a couple of you ladies could lend a hand; definitely would make things quicker.” “Certainly.” Sergeant Clarke turned her head at the students’ table. No, don’t pick me, don’t pick me, Clara begged internally; having to lift heavy objects and carry them around was the last thing her bladder needed. “Jane, Clara, you heard the man. Go with him and do as he says.” Damn it. The two addressed girls quickly stood up at the command and wasted no time in climbing up the steps to join Arthur up on the deck. As Clara stepped through the door, she was immediately enveloped by the cold sea air, prompting an abrupt reaction from her bladder. Jamming her thighs together quickly, she tried to look normal as she shuffled across the deck with Jane right behind her, battling to keep the urine within her at bay. The sight and sounds of the water all around her was doing nothing to help either. They had stopped at a small island, which was seemingly empty save for a little fueling station at the water’s edge and a small shed behind it. On every other side around them, the blue sea stretched out towards the horizon, without even trace of any other land. They really were in the middle of nowhere. Had it not been for the great urinary burden which she was suffering at that moment, Clara would’ve found this experience to be thrilling. Arthur called out to them as he disembarked from the cruiser, indicating they should follow him. Clara and Jane climbed down the ladder, the former being careful with her movement to avoid any sharp jolts. “There isn’t too much, just a few boxes,” Arthur explained as they approached the little white shed. Jiggling a key into the lock, he shoved the door open, and the three entered inside. “Should be just those three over there.” He indicated to three cardboard boxes laying by the wooden wall. “The big one on the bottom is pretty heavy, you’ll have to team up for that one. Just put them on the deck by the side. I’m gonna go fuel up the boat, you two can manage alone?” Clara and Jane nodded in confirmation, and Arthur went off. Wasting no time, the two girls each grabbed a box and carried it back to the dock. They paused as they reached the ladder leading up to the deck. “Hmmm. How about I go up and you pass those up to me?” Jane suggested, placing her box down. “Yeah, that sounds good,” Clara agreed, stepping from foot to foot as she stood, unable to keep still for even a second. Once Jane had climbed back aboard, Clara passed up the boxes one by one, bobbing in place the whole time, then began heading back to retrieve the final box. At least the movement seemed to help provide some distraction, even if it was temporary. Anything helped at this point. It was then that she suddenly noticed another building next to the shed, this one even smaller, just about the size of a small room. It didn’t look at all interesting, and she merely cast a sideways glance at it as she hurried back to the shed, but what she saw written on the door made her heart jump to her mouth. The letters, written in white paint, were worn and chipped over the course of time, but the word on the door was unmistakable: “Toilet”. Oh my god. Just the sight of it made her bladder throb with need, and Clara felt her heart flutter at the realization that there was a toilet literally ten feet away from her. Oh, thank you, thank you! Clara thought joyously, unable to believe her good luck. Within the past half hour, she had condemned herself to the fact that she would have no choice but to hold it in until they arrived on base. That was no longer the case. It seemed she’d been saved from her misery after all. She tore her eyes away from the little outhouse as Jane approached behind her, but there was only one thing on Clara’s mind: she had to get to that bathroom before they left, no matter what. Inside the shed, she bent down and grabbed the large box by the bottom as Jane positioned herself opposite her and let out a soft grunt as they lifted it up. Oh shit! The straining of her muscles from the force overcame her from just a moment, weakening her sphincter just long enough to send a spurt of pee into her panties. Clara almost dropped the box as she squeezed her thighs together, unable to use her hands to help herself. Thankfully, she just about recovered control as they began trudging back across to the boat, stepping ever so carefully across the uneven ground. By the time they reached the boat, Arthur had already finished up with the fueling, and helped them lug the box up the ladder and onto the boat. The sergeant, who had made her way up to the deck, stood watching as they hauled the package over to where they had placed the other two. “That should do it,” he grunted, shoving the box up against the side of the boat and stepping back while dusting off his hands. “Thanks very much for your help, ladies.” He gave them quick nod before turning to the sarge. “Well, everything’s all set, I’d say we’re good to continue.” Clara’s heart pounded. They couldn’t leave yet; she had to get to that toilet! But she couldn’t just tell Arthur to wait while she ran off, not with the sarge standing right there. She’d have to ask for permission, there was no other way. It was not an action she was looking forward to at all; she was afraid of what the sarge’s reaction would be, especially considering they were already running late. Yet it was something she had to do, out of pure and absolute necessity. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to make her request. But just as she began to turn, suddenly Jane swept past her, coming to a halt in front of the sarge in just three steps. Then, opening her mouth, she blurted out, “Sergeant Clarke, requesting permission to make a head call?” Clara stood transfixed, unable to believe what she’d just heard. You’ve got to be joking! Did Jane have the exact same idea as me? Evidently, she did. It seemed that Clara was not so alone in her predicament after all, a fact she’d completely missed having been so intently focused on her own internal struggle. Yet when she looked at Jane now, standing in front of the sergeant, the signs were there: knees pressed tightly together, fidgeting ever so slightly in place, clearly trying her best to hide the movements in the presence of her superior. Jane waited for a response, while Clara stood staring behind her, still caught by complete surprise at Jane’s sudden request. The sergeant, meanwhile, looked rather bemused. “Miss Collins, I don’t see a head anywhere. Where exactly do you plan on going?” Jane was ready for the quip. “There’s a facility behind the fueling station, next to the shed.” The sergeant looked out towards the island, her eyes narrowed. “I see.” Her facial expression, as it often was, was one of firm neutrality, though this time there seemed to be just a hint of irritation in her eyes at her recruit’s request. But then she nodded, glancing back at Jane. “Alright, Collins, but make it quick! We’re late as it is, I don’t intend to dawdle here any longer. You have two minutes!” “Thank you, sergeant!” Jane immediately turned and rushed to get off the boat, a look of relief on her face. Meanwhile, Clara could do nothing but stare at her back as Jane hurried off to the place where she wanted – no, needed – to go so badly. But her chance was gone, it was over the moment Jane had beaten her to make the request. There was no chance in hell the sarge was going to let them both go; she’d looked irritated enough at Jane’s inquiry, she’d probably be downright angry if Clara were to ask the same question. She looked out longingly towards Jane, watching her as she opened the bathroom door and scurried inside. Damn it, that could’ve been me! If only she’d spoken up a second sooner, she’d be the one inside the bathroom at that moment, tugging her pants and underwear down, her bare thighs cradling the toilet seat as she let it all flow out at last… “Benson, what’re you staring at? Get down to the cabin!” The sarge’s harsh voice snapped Clara back to reality. “Y-yes, sarge!” Tearing her eyes away from the bathroom, she turned around and quickly headed back down the staircase and into the level below. “What’d you have to do up there?” Stephanie asked as Clara resumed her seat at the table. “Oh, we just had to move a few boxes onto the boat,” Clara replied, panting ever so slightly as her legs shook rapidly under the table. Ohhh… The need was really strong now, the pressure within her bottom half starting to reach unbearable levels. How on earth was she going to make it? She couldn’t help but think jealously of Jane, probably peeing on the toilet at that very moment, feeling the great relief that Clara so badly needed. She knew Jane hadn’t gotten in her way on purpose, but it was hard not to feel bitter given her circumstances. At least hurry up and finish so we can get going, she thought in frustration, her patience now running dangerously thin. Fortunately, the sarge’s two-minute warning was not ignored by Jane, who soon hurried back down into the cabin to join them. As she sat down, she leaned in close to whisper into Clara’s ear. “Thank god the sarge let me go. You have no idea how bad I had to pee this whole time!” She gave a little embarrassed smile to Clara, who could only manage a taut smile back in return. Clara felt her ire bubbling up at the confession, even though deep down she knew Jane’s remark was purely casual in nature, and just like Clara had been oblivious to Jane’s desperation, so too was Jane now to hers. As the sergeant returned below deck, they finally set off again, sailing off towards the base at full throttle. The time of arrival was one hour from now, an hour that would be one of the longest of Clara’s life. She ground her teeth and bounced her knees with added vigor as she fought yet another pang of desperation; they were coming more and more frequently now, giving Clara no chance to rest easy. This was going to be a long, uphill battle. But it was one she had to win. She had to. There was no way she was going to humiliate herself by wetting herself like some little schoolgirl. Five minutes from their departure, the sergeant, who had taken her seat at the head of the table, began the thorough verbal examination of their reading assignment as she’d promised earlier. Over the next twenty minutes, she spat out question after question, cycling between each of the three students, leaving no stone unturned in her inquiries. Stephanie and Jane answered with relative ease, their statements straightforward and precise. Clara, however, was struggling immensely to keep her mind on the task at hand while desperately trying to keep her pants dry. Her whole body was tense from the effort, and even speaking was proving to be very difficult, her voice tight and strained. “Benson, what’s the matter with you?” the sergeant snapped as Clara stumbled and stammered her way through an answer. “Stop mumbling and speak up!” “Y-yes, sergeant!” Clara exclaimed in response, going red in the face at the reprimand. She cleared her throat, trying so hard to keep her voice free of the tension and desperation she was suffering at that moment. In between every question, she sat in total concentration, building up the strength to get through her answer in one go, trying to keep her voice from shaking. This continued on for the next fifteen minutes, and somehow, miraculously, Clara managed to get through without sparking another outburst from her superior. She was utterly thankful when the sergeant announced the end of her questioning and said there would be nothing else for them to do than to just wait out the rest of the ride. The job certainly wasn’t done yet, though, not for Clara. There was just over half an hour left until they arrived, and this final leg of the journey was going to be the most difficult. Clara crossed her legs tightly and clasped the sides of her chair with her hands, looking imploringly up at the ceiling as if begging to the heavens. Please, oh please, let me make it. Hurry up, Arthur, please go faster… Her bladder was so incredibly full, weighing down heavily on her poor, overloaded sphincter, threatening to crack it open. Her urine seemed to have crawled to the very tip of her urethra, just one little push away from being burst forth into her white cotton panties. Crossing her legs even tighter, she stifled a groan as a huge wave of desperation overcame her, bobbing her legs rapidly up and down while she pressed her clenched fists against her soft thighs. “Are you alright, Clara?” Jane whispered suddenly from beside her, looking at her with a hint of concern on her face. “What? Oh, yeah – no, I’m totally fine!” Clara answered back hurriedly with a flustered half-smile. “I’m… just a bit tired, that’s all.” She tried to act unbothered, not wanting her embarrassing plight to be revealed to everyone. Jane nodded slowly, seemingly accepting the response, and thankfully didn’t pester her anymore. Clara knew she simply couldn’t keep her movements hidden any more, she was absolutely bursting. Come on, come on, come onnnn… Clara was practically counting the seconds in her head, her thighs feverishly swinging back and forth across her chair so fast that the friction was generating considerable heat underneath her. She could feel her bladder throbbing with pain inside of her, sending major warning signals to her brain as it reached its maximum capacity. Its time was quickly approaching, there was no doubt about it. But it would have to wait, there was no other way, Clara was not going to loosen her control until she got to a toilet. It wouldn’t be so long now, just fifteen more minutes until they arrived. Clara’s feet were practically tap-dancing underneath the table as her movements grew utterly frantic, only growing in vigor with each passing minute. It felt like there was a volcano at the base of her crotch, ready to blow open with red hot lava, spewing and cascading all over the place in a spectacular fashion. Oh my god… Her face contorted in desperation as violent push from her bladder seized her out of nowhere, panicking as she felt her defenses being overwhelmed. Just for a second, she felt urine flowing in her urethra as a few drops burst through her quivering pee hole into her underwear. She tightened her thighs together harder than she thought was humanly possible, firmly clamping off the opening. Within a few seconds, the force slowly ebbed away, but the fiery burning between her legs was stronger than ever. Clara genuinely couldn’t remember a time when she had been this desperate. She was on the brink, her bladder screaming at her, its walls being stretched past its normal size as her relentless kidneys pumped more and more urine into it. The poor girl sat there in absolute misery, tears forming in her eyes as she endured this horrible torture, with no reprieve in sight. Her cheeks were flushed pink, glistening with sweat from the gargantuan effort she was putting in to delay the inevitable in whatever way possible. Her tight pants dug painfully into the swollen bulge sticking out of her abdomen, worsening the pressure on her sphincter even more. She buried her left hand deep into her crotch and crossed her right leg over it, praying that she wouldn’t be noticed. And then, for a second time that day, the boat began to slow. Clara’s heart leapt at the sensation, because this was the moment she’d been so desperately waiting and praying for for the past hour. At long last, they had arrived at the base, and Clara’s miserable journey was about to come to an end. Oh yes, oh my god! Oh, please, let’s goo… Both her clenched fists were pressed up against the base of her thighs, her knees glued together like magnets as they jerked up and down furiously. Just a little bit longer, she was so close… The sergeant stood up as the boat came to a stop. “Time to go. Be ready, the commander will be waiting for us.” She began making her way up the stairs, and the students rose from the table and followed suit. As they reemerged on the deck, the sudden exposure to the cold air once again caused a very unwanted response from her bladder, and Clara winced as another spurt escaped, dampening her panties even more. Unable to hold herself out in full view of everyone, she jammed her legs together, hoping, praying, that the sudden urge would fade and spare her the biggest humiliation of her life. Thankfully, it did, and for the time being she held on. She must’ve looked like an idiot as she hobbled along taking tiny little dwarf steps, but it was the only thing that prevented the tsunami within her from pouring out. One thing was for certain, she had to find a toilet very soon. She suddenly panicked as she thought about the meeting, wondering if the commander was going to drag them there immediately. She couldn’t go, she wouldn’t. She’d have to ask for a bathroom, no matter how embarrassing it may be; nothing would be worse than the shame of wetting herself in front of such an important figure. One by one, they climbed down from the boat onto the dock below, a task which required Clara to separate her thighs, much to her chagrin. Each step down the ladder was a monumental feat, her muscles clenched as hard as humanly possible; even then, pee leaked out with each bump, and it was through some miracle that she managed to keep the rest of it at bay. Thankfully, the main building in which they were to meet with the commander was set close to the water’s edge, just about a hundred-foot walk from the boat. Clara stared at it in impatient longing, knowing that within those walls was salvation, sweet, delicious relief, so, so close. Her thighs chafed together with every step; she didn’t dare separate her legs even for a moment. She was so utterly desperate, her bladder filled to the absolute brim, not an ounce of space left inside, pushing so heavily against her poor, exhausted sphincter that she wanted to cry from the pain. Her every breath was labored, her brows beaded with sweat. Every second lasted an eternity. Yet she continued, step by step, one foot in front of the other. And then they were inside. Standing within the lobby area as they entered was Commander Stallard herself, waiting to greet the new arrivals. This was the hard part. The three recruits immediately stood still at attention as the sergeant and the commander exchanged words. Normally such a natural and easy task, keeping herself still was now a damn near impossibility for Clara by this point. Her knees bobbed back and forth, practically of their own accord, while she desperately tried to keep the movements as subdued as possible. “And these must be your students.” The commander, having finished her conversation with the sergeant, now turned her attention to the three young women waiting behind her. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Clara stood there trying not to pee herself as the commander shook her hand, focused so completely on not flooding her pants that she forgot to even smile, squeezing her hand too hard and shaking with far too much haste. I don’t have time for this! Oblivious to her condition, the commander took her time as she bid hello to each one of them individually, while Clara stood, starting to bend over at the waist as the pain reached unbearable levels, about to explode at any moment. Tears welled in her eyes as total agony tore through her body, and she had to stifle a whimper as she was ravaged by the intensity of her bladder. All this time, Clara had refused to be broken down, fueled by her pride and sheer will. Officers were supposed to be strong, they were supposed to hold themselves up through times of hardship, no matter what it may be. But everyone had their limits, and Clara was at hers. “Well, now that everyone’s here, why don’t we get things started?” the commander suggested. “The main conference room is right down there, at the end of the hall.” She indicated a set of double wooden doors down the corridor. No, please, not yet, Clara thought in panic. I need a bathroom, please let there be a bathroom, anywhere… The commander, who had turned to lead them into the conference room, suddenly paused and looked back. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She turned to face the three students. “Recruits, can one of you run to my office and grab the brown box on my table? It contains some documents I’ll need for the meeting.” Clara’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. This was her chance, she had to take it. It would be the perfect opportunity to go looking for a bathroom. Perhaps the commander might get suspicious at her tardiness afterwards, but Clara couldn’t care less about that right now. Hardly even pausing to think, she opened her mouth and blurted out, “Yes, commander, I can do it!” “Ah, excellent, thank you Miss Benson. My office is down that way and around the corner; it’ll be the second door on your left.” She pointed to the direction opposite the conference room. Nodding hurriedly in acknowledgement, Clara immediately sped off down the hallway, walking as fast as she possibly could given her condition. She heard the others turning and going in the other direction, feeling thankful to be alone at last. Unable to contain herself, she shoved her entire right hand deep into her crotch and squeezed, grasping the fabric and pushing up against her urethra. She felt the wetness that had seeped out from her previous leaks and knew that it was nothing but a tease of the waterfall that lay within. Come on, come on, where’s the bathroom?! She whipped around the corner, looking around frantically, hoping beyond hope for any sign of a toilet. It had to be here, it had to. Walking right past the commander’s office, she clambered down the hallway, sighing in frustration at every step. Turning down an adjacent corridor, she continued her desperation search, only to come up empty handed as she reached its dead-end. She wanted to scream. How could there not be a single bathroom here?! She groaned as another massive bladder contraction sent an overwhelming surge of desperation through her body. Bending over at the waist with her legs crossed, she shoved both her hands between her tender thighs, gasping for air. Oh my god… For one wild moment, she considered just ripping her pants down right there, squatting by the wall and just letting it all go, damn the consequences. It was just so painful, so utterly excruciating. But she couldn’t, she knew that. There was no chance she’d get away with it, and her entire career would be finished if she was caught. She ground her teeth, straining her muscles as she forced herself to stumble back down the corridor. She must’ve missed something, she had to try again. Step by step, she made her way down, then turned back into the main hallway in the direction of the commander’s office — — and came face to face with the commander herself. “Miss Benson, there you are! I was worried you’d gotten lost.” “Commander!” Clara gasped, caught completely by surprise. She fought to straighten herself, once again trying and failing to stand still as she stood there with her fists clenched at her side. “I – I’m sorry, I was just – I was…” She had no idea what to say. But as she stood there, her bladder fuller than it had ever been in her entire life, feeling yet another spurt of pee shooting out into her already wet underwear, she knew she no longer had a choice. However embarrassing it may be, she had to confess her predicament, because the alternative would be complete and utter humiliation. Drawing in a shaky, labored breath, Clara uttered, “I’m s-sorry, commander, I was just… I was just looking for the restrooms… I need…” Her voice trailed off as her throat tightened out of sheer urgency. “I see.” Clara stared at the commander in apprehension, wondering how she was going to react. But then she smiled. “Well, in that case, you should’ve just gone to my office.” She turned on her heels. “Come with me.” Hardly knowing what was going on anymore, Clara staggered after her, both her heart and her bladder pounding inside her. As they reached the office, the commander held the door open for her, and the two stepped inside. “I actually came back to get my pen,” explained the older woman as she strode over to the desk. “Then I saw you weren’t here, so I thought I’d go look for you.” Clara stood listening, although at this point she didn’t even attempt to remain still; her knees swung violently back and forth, the fabric of her trousers making an audible rustle as they brushed past each other. The sound didn’t go unnoticed by the commander, whose eyes glanced over the restless legs of the young recruit standing half-bent in front of her. With a slight hint of amusement, she raised her right hand, indicating an unmarked door on the left wall of the room. “I believe that’s what you were looking for.” Clara eyed the door, her heart pounding harder than ever as she realized what was behind it. “Go ahead, Miss Benson, you have my permission,” the commander added, noticing Clara’s hesitation. That was all Clara needed to hear. She barged forward, grasped the silver doorknob, and threw the door open, revealing the bathroom within. The sight of the toilet inside almost caused her to burst into tears of happiness; the one thing she needed more than anything at that moment, and it was here at last. Shoving the door closed, Clara staggered back to the toilet while her fingers clawed feverishly at her belt, ripping at the metal clasp as she fought to undo it on time. With every second, her muscles grew weaker, and she could feel warm dribbles starting to snake her way down her thighs. Come on come on come on! She gasped with every breath as her left hand alternated between tugging at her belt and grabbing her crotch in her desperate attempts to hold on. She couldn’t lose control now, not while she was literally standing in front of the toilet! After a violent yank, the belt came free at last, and Clara danced in place as she grabbed at the button, her thighs pressed together tightly. With one final burst of effort, her shaking fingers undid the button and ripped down the zipper. Already starting to pee, she grasped the sides of the waistband, tore down her trousers, followed immediately by the cotton panties underneath, and slammed her bare thighs down onto the toilet seat. Complete and total bliss enveloped Clara’s body as a monstrosity of a stream roared into the bowl below. Her shoulders slumped, head fell back, eyelids drooped closed, and an involuntary moan of absolute relief and pleasure escaped her open mouth. Hours and hours of holding and pain finally released, a feeling so powerful and amazing that she could’ve cried. She sat there panting as an absolute storm poured out of her, the noise so loud it sounded as if she were peeing a hole through the toilet. For a full minute, she peed, and then some before the stream even began to slow. By the time it finally stopped it had been over a minute and a half. Even after she was done, she continued to sit there, not moving, breathing slowly and heavily as she recovered from the ordeal that her body had just suffered through. She felt light-headed, both from sheer relief and disbelief at the fact that she’d actually made it, an outcome that had seemed highly unlikely towards the end. As unlucky as she’d been that day, at least something had gone right for her, even if it was at the very end. With one last sigh, Clara collected herself and began to clean up, knowing she couldn’t keep the commander waiting. After wiping herself down and drying up the wet spots of her urine on the floor, she flushed the toilet and glanced at her reflection on the mirror. She was glad to see that nothing was visible on her pants as they were dark enough to hide the small wet spot on them. Through some miracle, she’d managed to avoid disaster. Turning the doorknob, she swung open the door and stepped back into the office, where the commander stood waiting. “Long trip, huh?” she commented with little smile. Clara blushed, realizing that the commander had heard the absolute torrent she had just produced in the little room behind her. “Yes, it was,” she admitted shyly, her eyes suddenly very interested on the floor patterns by her feet. “Sure sounded like it,” Commander Stallard replied, a note of humor in her voice. She grabbed the box of papers on her table, then carried it over to Clara. “Next time, I’ll send a boat with a toilet.” The commander winked, smiling as she handed the box to the still-embarrassed Clara, and swept out of the office. The End
    16 points
  38. First time posting a picture, put a cute outfit together I liked and I just felt like seeing it wet.
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  39. Snoofs? :3

    Snoofs? :3
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  40. More art boys ! So the Carol one is kinda weird. It was just supposed to be some ENF of Carol, but due to the way I drew her, it kinda looked like she was desperate to pee while covering her naked body, so I just added a bladder meter to make it more obvious. The second one is an OC of mine called Bun Bun (very original, I know-) and this is the first time I use one of my OCs in my omo art, so yay
    16 points
  41. Had to pee bad after drinking a lot of water after gym. Peed all over my blanket https://www.erome.com/a/TlwTMuSO
    16 points
  42. I found this interesting and rare clip of girl peeing in her blue wetsuit. This clip seems to have no sound. Anna pees her wetsuit.mp4
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  43. It turns out having to pee really bad raises blood pressure significantly! So here is how I found that out… On Tuesday I had an AM appointment. Since it’s the morning I had my usual coffee and water. It’s about a 30 minute drive to the place but since I had so much to drink I already felt the need to pee when I got there. My goal was to hold it through the appointment since I don’t like going in public bathrooms if I can help it and it was supposed to be fairly quick. But it turns out I went to the wrong location for my appointment lol. So frustrated and having to pee even more I had another 20 minute drive and I’m really starting to have to pee. No big deal I thought…it’ll be quick once I arrive. So I get there and I walk up to receptionist and all the pressure was pushing down at that point. I’m struggling to disguise how bad I have to go. I was discretely bouncing my leg up and down and when that wasn’t working as well I started to cross my legs one over the other and then switch as I’m talking to her. Some people come up behind me and I am sure they saw what was going on. I finally got to sit down and thankfully it wasn’t long before the nurse took me. I went back and I literally could not keep still. She went to take my blood pressure and it was really high and so I ended up telling her that I had to pee really bad and it was a little stressful because I had gone to the wrong location first. She laughed and said yes having to pee will do that to you. I kind of laughed it off with her but really I was surprised with myself because I usually don’t tell people when I have to pee. I just figured it must be so obvious to her and I should offer some explanation for the high blood pressure. But anyway, she told me that when everything was done I could go to the bathroom. The whole time she was trying to make small talk while completing her tasks and kept mentioning how sorry she was that everything was going more slowly. I really felt like she was trying to keep it light. She also joked and said that it’s only because I said I needed to pee that things were taking so long. I was actually starting to get pretty desperate but trying hard to keep somewhat composed but I was definitely doing the pee pee dance. I would be able to sit still for a few seconds but the urge would hit and I would start bouncing slightly and crossing my legs tight again. I held it through the appointment but it was a struggle! I thanked the nurse for being so kind through my appointment. Instead of going to the bathroom there I went to my car and drove until I got to some of the back roads by my house and peed by the side of the road. Couldn’t quite make it home but the release felt amazing!
    16 points
  44. Nothing much to say other than I was on the discord and by far this is the most relief I've ever felt after wetting.. pissed for probably a total of 2 minutes (1 min after off camera, and sorry for the cut.. my phone fell because I was in a rush to set it up) YouCut_20221027_102951190 (1) (1) (1).mp4
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  45. Thankfully, there was a vacant parking spot right in front of the entrance to Abby’s building. She parallel-parked and stepped out of her 2008 Chevy Malibu. Her wet pants had dampened Nathan’s sweater- it was still tied around her waist and she had sat on it to protect her car seat. She kept a garbage bag in the trunk for precisely these situations, but there had been no time to retrieve it today with laughing drunks eyeing her at the pub. The pee had now blended in well with her dark pants- her accident was hardly noticeable in the quiet street illuminated by streetlights. As she locked her car, Abby pulled Nathan’s sweater off her waist and draped it over her left arm. She shivered as a slight breeze contacted her scantily-clad youthful body, and nearly started peeing again. The warm wetness in her pants had cooled quickly and Abby was shivering. Her bladder had quickly filled again; she needed to get upstairs to warmth and relief. She could smell the strong, unmistakable aroma of her pee as she walked through the entrance. A man in a suit followed her into the building and gave her a strange look as they stepped into the elevator. Abby realized her accident must be a lot more visible in the bright lights of the 23-year-old five-story building. Not to mention, the pee smell. She really should have taken the stairs up… and kept Nathan’s sweater around her waist. It was too late now- she stood as far away from the man as possible and looked down at her feet as the elevator lurched and creaked, slowly making its way to the third floor. Luckily, the well-dressed handsome man lived on the top floor, so she wouldn’t have to endure his steady gaze on her for much longer. At long last, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. “Have a good evening.” He spoke as she stepped out. Abby could sense a slight amusement in his voice, almost a chuckle as he blurted out his goodbye. “Thanks.” Abby muttered as turned left into the quiet hallway- her unit was the second one from the elevator. Fortunately, no neighbors showed as she unlocked the door and shut it behind her. Chloe was seated on the couch with a glass of wine, the bottle resting on the table in front of her. She paused the movie she was watching to greet Abby as she walked in. “Hey, Ab. How did it go?” Abby dropped the sweater and purse on the dining table and gestured towards her wet pants. “Wow, you really did it!” Chloe scrambled over with her wine glass, almost spilling it on the carpet. She was slurring her words, having downed two glasses already. She bent over in front of Abby, closely inspecting her crotch to make out the wetness. Abby looked at her in slight awe. This was about the drunkest she had ever seen her friend, definitely the most uninhibited, in any case. “The color’s blended in now. Here, you can see it for sure on my panties.” She undid her pants and pulled them down to her thighs. A clear dark semi-circle had formed on the front of the mustard-yellow underwear, reaching half-way up to the high-waist. The gusset of the wet panties clung to Abby’s vulva, revealing its perfect shape to Chloe. Chloe gasped. “Yeah.. wow. You must have really had to go!” She resisted the urge to reach down and touch her friend’s crotch. “Yeah, I did. Well, I better go get cleaned up.” Abby blushed after noticing her pussy was so visible. She quickly turned around and pulled her pants back up to her waist. Chloe briefly admired her perfect round butt- the back of her full-bottomed panties was absolutely drenched. “Wait, what about Nathan?” Chloe was hopelessly turned on; she had never been more attracted to Abby… or anyone else. Abby turned around again, holding her pants up with one hand. “Oh, he was great about it!” She excitedly filled her friend in on how he had been the perfect gentleman- having a great conversation with her, paying for dinner, giving her his sweater, the kiss at the end of the night… Chloe squirmed on the spot. She hadn’t peed since soaking her pants in the shower prior to Abby's date and her bladder had refilled quickly after that. She had now finished her third glass of wine as Abby wrapped up her story. Her bladder had severely weakened after the initial hold and release- she was really struggling not to grab her crotch. “Anyway, I really gotta get cleaned up. I totally stink right now and my legs are getting itchy.” On cue, Abby reached down into her open pants to scratch her inner thigh. The act revealed her wet panties to Chloe again. “Wait! I have to pee first.” Chloe danced on the spot- there was no way she could hold it more than a few more minutes. Abby looked at Chloe strangely. “Can’t hold it ten minutes? I’m only going to take a quick shower…” “No, I really gotta go bad!” She felt herself starting to leak and quickly grabbed her crotch through her light grey sweatpants. She barely stopped herself from peeing into her peacock-blue cotton panties. Abby’s sexual excitement spiked again, as it had after she had wet herself and kissed Nathan in her car. She pulled down her soaked pants all the way and watched Chloe’s gaze lock in on her wet underwear. This was undoubtedly her best chance to get her roommate involved in pee games with her. “Oh, yeah?” Abby rushed into the bathroom and stood in the doorway, blocking it. Chloe hobbled desperately towards her, her hands in her crotch. “This is not a joke! I’ve been drinking since you left and haven’t gone pee!” “Really? What about that essay you said you were working on?” Abby grinned, realizing Chloe had no way out of her lie. Chloe pushed her shoulder into Abby, trying to muscle past her, but the taller, more athletic girl easily thwarted her attempt. Being able to use hands to push someone away was a huge advantage. Abby’s own need to pee was growing as she enjoyed her best friend’s desperate show. “You’re a naughty girl- you were filling up your bladder, weren’t you? I could tell you were up to something weird!” Abby teased, laughing. This was so hot! Chloe moaned as another wave of desperation tortured her. Despite her best efforts, she leaked into her panties this time. She shoved a hand into her sweatpants and clutched her pussy through her damp underwear, feeling the warm wetness on her fingers. Abby’s own desperation grew as she watched Chloe struggle. She twisted her hips rhythmically, battling the urge to let go where she stood. “I should have just taken you to see Nathan with me. We could have both just pissed ourselves there.” She giggled at the thought. “Ah, fuck you!” Chloe smiled at the funny thought, trying to stop herself from laughing and peeing all over herself. Regardless, she squirted again and felt her hot pee dripping off her hand into the cotton-polyester material of her pants. “Oh look, you made a wet spot.” Abby pointed at her pants, laughing. “You’re gonna have to wash those pants, hun. Just let go- no point in holding on now!” Chloe closed her eyes, fighting to maintain control. Seeing the toilet a few feet behind Abby was pure hell. So close, and yet so far… Amidst her horniness, Abby felt a strong spasm erupt form her bladder. Too exhausted to fight it, she started rewetting her panties. She let out an emphatic sigh of relief and moaned as her pee flowed through her moist panties, down her legs and onto the floor. It was too much for poor Chloe. She lost control and started wetting her pants. Warm pee flowed through her strained hands, turning her light grey sweatpants dark. Helplessly, she backed up and leaned on the wall behind her, surrendering the fight for the bathroom. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself in front of Abby. It felt so wrong… and yet so right, too. As Abby finished peeing herself for the second time that day, she walked forward and caressed her friend’s breasts though her shirt. Then, she moved lower, sliding her hand down Chloe's stomach and down her pants. Chloe moved her own hands out to the way, allowing Abby to gently massage her clitoris through her soaked panties as she finally finished peeing. Abby’s rubbing intensified as did Chloe’s moans and she orgasmed for the third time in three hours. Abby held her as she collapsed down the wall, sliding to the floor. The two girls embraced on the soiled floor for a moment before Abby lifted her new lover up and led her into the shower.
    16 points
  46. So from time to time I like to tease myself and get as close as possible and stop. I (unlike a lot of men) can do the entirely with nipple play. I have (once or twice) fully arrived with just hours of nipple stimulation and porn (and wet). So I put on my favorite wetting panties, some fairly tight jeans and pink trainers (say what you want, I like it), and did a hold, well actually 3, the first 2 were to tire my out. This was going on while I switched between gaming and indulging in my porn addiction. The panties, jeans and shoes had all been wet a while before and hung dry. Yeah I know, I live alone so I do what I want. Anyway, It was hammering down with rain, border line sheeting. I thought to myself "one more drink and Ill be ready to start my walk." I only start the walk when I'm literally about to full scale piss myself. Not getting to the end of the street level desperate. I got up and immediately the pressure on my bladder was so bad I knew if I didn't go now, I was wetting indoors, not out. Took me about 5 minutes to find my hoodie (its like a semi waterproof thing, whatever). I was running (or doing that funny stooped over, clutching yourself thing that kinda counts as running), while really struggling to hold myself back. Tired from 2 previous holdings, body aching from a few hours of tease and denial. I was in trouble. Anyway, I found the hoodie and headed out into the rain. As soon as I passed the front door and felt the rain hit my skin and the sound........ My bladder killing me, I felt a little spurt as the pain spiked. (it was about midnight now). I walked about a minute from my house before the pee was at my knees and I felt like I was over stimulated. Shaking, nipples tingling....... I turned to walk one way and here was a police car parked so I turned and headed a different path. Now The rain is coming down but the wet spot from that cant mask that I have clearly pissed myself, and not a little bit. Very badly. My bladder just gave out at this point and I stood, in the rain and let it run into my shoes, warming my previously cold thighs back up. I was soaked from waist to toe and couldn't have been happier. It took me about 5 minutes to get home from there, walking down my street undeniably soaked in piss.
    15 points
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