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  1. 26 points
    View File Wetting grey leggings So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~ Submitter Ashi Submitted 10/18/2017 Category Peeing  
  2. 15 points

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    So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~

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  3. 14 points
    hi today its was probably the last beautiful and hot day for this year so i have to wash some summer clothes before putting them away for the winter and i profit to wet my jeans shorts since i dont had chance to wet them this summer so i drink ice coffee and water and hold it until i was desperate then i wet myself (my panties and shorts) in the bathroom im not a good writer and sorry for my bad English but the photos will talk for me
  4. 12 points
    Me and my weak bladder are back at it again. I was trying to practice self care this week since it was an easy one with very little work. I went to bed early and was excited to wake up leisurely since my usual morning class had been cancelled and I only had one other class that day so an evening spent relaxing was on its way. I, of course, was mistaken. Make no mistake, I woke up leisurely; but when I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed an event on my calendar. My eyes widened as I took in what it read. I had completely forgotten that I had promised the literary club I’m a member of that I would help set up for a guest lecturer the University was hosting. I now had 10 minutes to get dressed and over to campus. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and threw on clothes, grabbing my backpack as I raced out the door. In my haste, not only had I forgotten my key, but also to stop and have my morning pee. Of course, I thought of neither of these things as I hurried to the building we were setting up in. I made it just in time to help and then rushed off to lecture as soon as the preparations were done. It was only once I had sat down in lecture and had time to breathe that I realized my bladder was less than happy. I squirmed a bit until the feeling subsided and thought nothing more of it since there were only 30 minutes left in lecture and I knew I could head home right afterwards. Once the professor finished speaking and released us, I felt my bladder once again raise the warning flag. Although the feeling refused to subside, I once again blew it off. For a moment, I considered using the bathroom on campus; however, after a moment’s deliberation, I decided to just go ahead and make the walk home so I could collapse back into bed or have a nice Netflix date with me, myself, and I. My need only got worse and worse as I made my way home. I was squirming even as I walked, thighs pressing together as much as they could. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides constantly, as I resisted the temptation to hold myself. All the other times I had made the desperate walk back to my place had been after the sun had set. This time it was early afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and pedestrians strolled past me, presumably oblivious to my struggle. Seconds seemed like hours as I hurried into the lobby and then into the elevator, trying desperately to both hold my bladder and make sure no one could tell that was exactly what I was doing. As the elevator ascended, I felt a large spurt dampen my panties. I grabbed my crotch, pee dancing in earnest as I felt the pressure in my bladder grow. Even once I reached my floor, I could barely appreciate that I was so close to relief because one of the people from my floor was on the other side. I quickly removed my hands from my crotch, thanking god that my neighbor hadn’t noticed, before giving them a brittle smile as they entered the elevator I had just vacated. Sensing my proximity to my apartment, and thus to a bathroom, my bladder begged for release, sending two more strong spurts into my panties and dampening my jeans. I could practically feel the liquid sliding down my sphincter, aching to be let free. I eagerly stopped in front of the door and reached into my bag to retrieve my keys but came up empty. I panicked as I continued to dig around but never once felt the cool, reassuring metal that would’ve signified I had the means to enter my apartment. I cursed loudly to myself, hitting the door with my free hand in frustration, as if doing so would magically allow me entrance. All my effort got me was another long leak into my pants, until a noticeable wet spot marred the front of my blue jeans. I got myself back under control, both hands pressed tightly into my crotch, as I took several calming breaths. Eventually, with trembling legs, I managed to get better control of myself and remove my hands. I mentally prepared myself to make the journey back down past the lobby to acquire a spare key. Although I hoped for a moment that the long leak would at least ease the pressure in my aching bladder, it only encouraged my body to let go. The ride back down to the lobby was excruciating and by the time I finally walked over to maintenance, each step I took nearly made me lose control. I gave the on-duty maintenance worker a forced smile as I asked for the spare, praying he wouldn’t notice my need but simultaneously hoping that he would so he’d hurry up. Unfortunately, he seemed in no rush and leisurely looked for the key before handing it over with a smile far more genuine than mine. I thanked him and turned on my heel to head back to my apartment. When my bladder slowly began to leak again, I knew it was game over. I felt it dribble down my leg, slipping to the floor, and undoubtedly leaving a small trail down my jeans. Every second the elevator took to return to ground floor was another second closer to what was beginning to feel like an inevitable accident. Having given up on all sense of decorum, I grabbed my crotch again, bending over at the waist and nearly in tears as my pent up urine strained to get free. Once the elevator finally arrived I hobbled in, quickly pressed the button to my floor, and turned so that the minute the door opened I could make a run for my apartment. Unfortunately, as the elevator doors closed, the floodgates opened. I let out a mortified “no, no, no! Not now! I’m so close!” but my bladder paid me no mind as it finally released itself. I felt the first large leak hit my hands as the elevator ascended, but I continued clutching myself in the desperate hopes of stopping the flood. Despite my best efforts, piss filled my panties, crotch growing warm, as the leak evolved into a waterfall. I was helpless to do anything but stare down at my wet hands, still buried in my crotch, my quickly darkening jeans, and the puddle beginning to form around me. The doors opened on my floor before I had even finished, and I numbly exited the elevator still pissing myself. There I was, a full grown college student, wetting myself where anyone could’ve seen me. Eventually my bladder exhausted itself, and for a minute I stood there staring at my soaked jeans and the damage I’d done to the carpet. I even thought back to the puddle I’d left in the elevator. My cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to my apartment, no need to rush now, and used the spare key to let myself in. I immediately spotted my keys sitting where’d I’d left them: in plain sight on the kitchen counter. I sighed and resigned myself to a long shower and an earlier laundry day then I’d intended.
  5. 10 points
    This is a video of a friend wetting her jeans in the shower for a 20 euros bet , I think her sister recorded it aha. It's pretty funny! Enjoy :) 20140709_002701.mp4
  6. 10 points
    STAFF COMPLAINTS INT. OFFICE - DAY KIRITO and KOZMOFOX are sitting on a bench, discussing the latest affairs with coffee in hand. COMMANDO walks in with papers in hand. COMMANDO I've got a complaint to make regarding the staff here. KIRITO Well, spit it out. COMMANDO The coffee people make here is too hot! It violates health and safety codes 3, 4 and 96B. KOZMOFOX looks to her mug as the coffee eats its way through the bottom, falling onto the floor. The carpet begins to smoke. KOZMOFOX Well, I like it this way. Makes it tangy. COMMANDO looks at the camera like Jim from The Office. Meanwhile, Russian screams can be heard from the floor below as LISK is greeted by the remains of KOZMOFOX's coffee. im looking for $400,000 to make this series. whos with me
  7. 8 points
    Hi @put name here. I'm going to jump in and go ahead and correct you here, because you couldn't be further from the truth. OmoOrg was operated purely by myself for years because I am extremely hesitant to hand out positions of power to anyone. Our current staffing team is filled with people I have known for years, all of which have been with OmoOrg since the sites very early days, and all of which are very active members of the community that I have gotten to know well and have a great amount of trust in. So no, I have not been "randomly promoting" people. The moderators that are in place today are people who have been promoted after extremely careful consideration and I feel are most qualified for the position. If you want to register a complaint with the administration (i.e. me), you could do so by using the "Contact Us" link in the sites footer, or just by messaging me personally. However, I can tell you that I am not going to reverse any of the warnings you have been issued here. Your account has one of the lowest levels of reputation of any of our 80,000 active members, and you have been a source of drama repeatedly over the years while contributing essentially nothing to the community. If you want to earn some respect, you can start by behaving maturely and stop throwing an immature tantrum over trivial things like this and start raising your concerns like a civil adult. I do believe everything that needs to be said has been said here. I am locking this topic. If you create another one, it will not be one of the moderators here that will be issuing a ban on your account.
  8. 7 points
    Heyyy everyone!! Got another story for ya! This one's pretty long, but it's a 2-for-1! If you want to skip the build up and get straight to the pee, go to paragraph 5 for the first part and paragraph 7 for the second. Hope you enjoy!! Earlier this week, I went out of town for an event. It wasn't far enough to justify the cost of flying, but with a 8-hour drive one way, it was plenty far enough to enjoy some pee fun along the way! I made it to the event without incident, but the same can't quite be said for the return . Needless to say, after the drive there and the event itself, I was pretty toasted by the end of the day, so I checked into a motel and stayed the night. I'm not much of a morning person, so I figured, with a day off from work and some time in a fresh city, what's the rush? I slept in and enjoyed some time around town before I dragged myself back to the car at about 4PM. Both for health purposes and the obvious pleasures that coincide, I try to keep pretty thoroughly hydrated throughout the day. Today was no exception. I had run by a gas station during my excursion downtown and filled one of those "Big Gulp" cups to the rim with water and had been nursing it throughout the day. I knew I'd have to stop a few times on my way back, but that didn't bother me too much. I made a quick preemptive run to the bathroom and, with all of my things packed into the back seat and my "Big Gulp" cup by my side, I set off for the long journey home. One thing I didn't account for: Rush hour. I'm not accustomed to taking days off in the middle of the week, and rush hour isn't a huge deal where I live, so it didn't even occur to me to consider other people's commutes home. An hour in, and I was totally gridlocked on the highway. Brilliant. To make matters worse (or better? I guess it depends on your perspective ), I was gradually becoming aware of my increasing need to urinate. I wasn't about to explode just yet, but I knew I needed to find a solution--and quickly. I glanced around nervously. Moving wasn't realistic at this point, let alone getting to an exit and finding a place to relieve myself. I comforted myself with delusions that this traffic jam may clear up any time and that, if I just managed to distract myself, I'd be fine. I cranked up my radio and began singing along with it. Boston, anyone? I was going to be okay. I glanced over to the car next to me and saw the driver chuckling at me singing to myself. I grinned at her and carried on, knowing I needed to distract myself. The problem here being that, by focusing on my need to distract myself, I emphasized my growing need to pee that much more. "It's okay," I told myself, "You don't need to go that badly just yet." Another 20 minutes passed and we'd barely made any headway. Every time we crept forward, my heart would leap, only to tumble back down into my depths of my stomach when we stopped again. It seemed, according to the radio, there was a minor accident ahead that was slowing things down even more. Little did they know, there was a serious possibility of a different kind of accident occurring between my legs. By now I'd abandoned any hope of distracting myself. I was swaying back and forth and fidgeting, the urge to pee feeling pretty severe by now. I was frantically looking around for solutions. Sure, I could just wet myself in my car, but as much as I love my fetish, I love the condition of my car more. With that possibility ruled out, there wasn't much left. I was foolish enough to wear jeans today instead of a skirt, meaning that if I stepped out of my car, any wetting would be blatantly obvious to all who sat idly around me. Similarly, I couldn't exactly bare my lady bits for all of the commuters to watch cascades of urine gush from them. That left one option. My eyes fell onto my "Big Gulp" cup as my hand found its way to my crotch. I didn't like the idea of attempting this in my car, but I had no other option. I took my hand from my crotch and grasp the cup. Shoot. It still had a little water. I briefly considered chucking the water out the window, but wanted to hold off in case I needed to dispose of my pee without suspicion. Nothing else to do, I chugged the last little bit. By now, it was urgent. I bobbed back and forth as I undid my seatbelt. I quickly glanced around to ensure there were no tractor trailers or other tall vehicles around me--as badly as I had to go, I wasn't about to give a free show (not that I really had a choice, looking back now). Hallelujah. Only sedans surrounded me. I hurriedly undid my jeans and tried to discreetly pull them down. This was going to be a challenge. Maybe if I removed my shoes? Just then, the woman behind me honked. I jumped, startled, nearly peeing myself right then. We had gained a whopping 10 feet. I pulled up behind the car in front of me and set the hand brake. My hand firmly in place upon my nether regions, I frantically took off my shoes and tossed them into the passenger seat. Next, the jeans came off, revealing my blue panties. I seriously hoped nobody could see what I was doing, but I didn't care enough at the time to check. With every second that passed by, my bladder ballooned that much more, threatening to soil my car. Next came the panties, revealing my bare downstairs for anyone who happened to have a tall enough ride. I grabbed the cup and tried to position it. How exactly was I going to manage this? The steering wheel was proving problematic. What I would've given at this moment to have a penis. In my frustration, I glanced up to make sure the traffic hadn't moved. Thankfully, it was stationary. I looked back down at my predicament. "Okay," I muttered, "Let's try this." I slid forward a bit, getting my butt off of the seat, and pressing my abdomen against the steering wheel. "This is gonna have to work." I said at last. I positioned the cup beneath where I hoped my urethra would spill, and let loose. Within about a second, the floodgates had burst open and a rush of pee shot (thankfully) straight into the cup, pattering loudly as it accumulated at the bottom. "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with relief as the cup grew heavier with my pee. It was a really bizarre sensation to be sitting there, surrounded by so many people, peeing into a cup, of all things, in my car. I closed my eyes and put my head back as the spurt continued below. After a moment, the cup was getting heavy enough that I had to grab the bottom of it with my free hand. It felt warm and enticing in my grip. I smiled as the last few dribbles emerged and found their way to the steamy pool below. It was then I remembered I was still supposed to be driving. I glanced up nervously. Thankfully, the traffic still hadn't budged. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead to the toilet paper predicament. Fortunately, I wore panties that day and could let them sop up what remained. I cautiously placed the cup back into its holder and admired my handywork as I pulled my panties up and dabbed myself dry. There was still quite a bit of space in the cup, but the pee was pretty clear, meaning I could probably dispose of it without too much suspicion, should the need arise. I nervously glanced outside my car again, but thankfully everyone was totally oblivious, playing on their phones or fidgeting around with papers. I didn't bother putting my jeans back on, figuring I'd need to pee again before getting out of this mess of traffic. Instead, I covered my lap with them, obscuring my nearly-nude lower half in case any tall vehicles passed me. It turned out this was a wise move, as I had to use the cup several times again before getting out of that jam. Thankfully, I only needed to dump it out my window once. After tacking about 2 hours onto my drive, I finally managed to get out of that traffic fiasco (lesson learned for future trip planning). Much of the rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. Despite the fond feelings I have developed for it by then, I disposed of my cup at my next stop. All of my efforts to relieve myself were done at gas stations and rest stops from that point forward, but my last one was particularly notable. It was 1AM. I was about an hour from home and nobody was on the road. I had enough pee that I could go, but it wasn't super urgent. Regardless, by this point I was excited about my pee endeavors of the day, but totally mind-numbed and frazzled from the drive. I was exhausted, so when I saw a rest stop by the side of the road, I took the opportunity. I wanted to do something naughty--anything. It was deserted and it didn't seem like anyone would be making any surprise visits...soooo...why not pop into the men's room and give it a go? I did a quick walk around the stop to make sure there wasn't anybody who I might've overlooked. The coast was clear. I made my way to the door and stood outside. This would be my first time using a multi-occupancy men's room and, even though I knew the probability of someone walking in on me was next to naught, I still felt a jolt of adrenaline. My heart surged as I pushed open the door. The light flicked on and revealed several urinals and several stalls, opposing a row of sinks. It was cleaner than I was anticipating, especially compared to the single-occupancy men's room I've used at a gas station near my home. I felt a sense of urgency, not to pee, but to hurry, just in case anybody happened upon me. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered where I would pee. I could use a stall in any old bathroom, so I didn't want to do that. I'm still not confident enough in my skills to attempt a urinal (someday). I scanned the room before me, with my eyes ultimately landing on a floor drain in the middle of the bathroom. Perfect. I quickly fumbled to get my lower clothing off, taking care not to step onto the floor with my socks (I shudder to think of what bacterial horrors lie there). I shuddered with excitement as I set my clothes onto the paper towel dispenser and made my way, butt-naked, to the floor drain. I squatted over it and noted that I was trembling as I attempted to position myself (funny how such a simple thing can cause such excitement!!). Finally, I let 'er rip! Here I was, squatting right in front of a bunch of urinals, leaking my bladder into a floor drain. I giggled with delight and tried, with no success, to calm down my trembling. I felt a cool spatter bouncing back from the drain cover and showering my thighs. I adjusted to alleviate this, missing the drain a bit in the process, sending a bit of pee spurting outward and forming a small puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, the last little bit came to a dribbly end far too soon. I stood up to grab some toilet paper and laughed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, my naked vulva dripping with pee, contrasting the men's toilets in the background. I'm not gonna lie, I felt a small and strange sense of pride for being there (girl power?). I retrieved the toilet paper, wiped myself clean, including my thighs, and stood once more before the mirror. I knew I should be quick, but I wanted to savor the image just a bit longer (really mature, I know). I fiddled with myself very briefly for good measure, then put my clothes on and washed up. Drunk with triumphant delirium, I pointed at the urinals as I left and proclaimed, "Soon!" I left the bathroom, looking back at the "Men" sign on my way out. The cool evening breeze hugged me as I trod back to my car. Despite being very tired by that point, the excitement carried me the rest of the way home.
  9. 7 points

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    http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ208414.html This appears to be a short RPG, where as far as I can tell you're an alien shapeshifting as a student, and your goal is to make your classmate wet herself. To do this, you go around collecting items, possibly adding diuretic to the girl's water, and making and putting "out of order" signs. It has six possible endings (last I checked), five of which involve some form of wetting, and one normal toilet end. Special thanks to Newp who kindly shared the link over at AGD.

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  10. 7 points
    Part Eleven- “Cece!” Kay snapped, crossing her legs and staring at the blonde woman. “You should know better than to interrupt such a situation. The gun will be fine. Even if it was damaged, I could buy you a thous-” “It's not about damage, it's about respecting my property,” Cece said, holding the now-clean rifle over her shoulder. “I was using this rifle when I won the-” “SILENCE!” Kay suddenly shouted. She then cleared her throat and reached into her breasts, withdrawing a small remote. She pressed a button on it, then stuffed it back down her dress. “Alright, cameras are off. Cece, you need to be more careful. If you'd said what championship you won, anybody watching could easily work out your identity. Don't prove my letting you participate a mistake. Shit, how many professional female shooters could there even be out there? I just hope Beatrice bleeped that before it went live.” “I'm sure she did,” Cece sighed. “You're right, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for interrupting, but this gun is really important to me.” “I know, I'm sorry too,” Kay said softly. She stood up and embraced the ragged and still-damp Cece, completely unconcerned for her own ornate dress. “Go to your room, have a nice bath. You can have tomorrow off to make up for the ordeal you went through today.” Cece blinked. “Uhm, thank you, but wasn't I supposed to, you know...” She trailed off, tilting her head up towards Emma, who grimaced and sunk back into the couch. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Cece. Not only was she nearly thirty pounds of pure muscle heavier than Emma was, but a professional shooter as well? And Emma seemed to have gotten on her bad side first thing. “Nope,” Kay sighed. “Emma is going to take tomorrow off as well. She needs to be examined to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and she needs to recover.” Cece furrowed her brow and stared at Emma. “Wait, what did I miss?” Kay smiled and sat back on the couch, nuzzling her head on Emma's shoulder. “This magnificent woman just broke the record. She released over twenty-two hundred milliliters.” Cece's eyes went wide and it was clear that she was trying hard not to freak out. She stammered for a moment. “This kid?” she finally barked, pointing two fingers at Emma, who had practically fused with the couch at this point. “How's that even possible, wasn't she at like fifteen hundred last time?” “Sixteen,” Kay corrected her. “Yes, though, it is truly unbelievable. She pushed herself so far, like her life truly depended on it. The greatest display I've ever seen. That said, I'm very concerned for her. Please return to your quarters like I asked, and bring up the medbay on your way.” Cece glanced suspiciously at Emma for a moment, then nodded. She strode out of the living room, and Emma leaned over the side of the couch to watch as she made her way to the end of the hall and into the classroom scene. A moment later, Emma heard a loud mechanical grinding, like the sound of a freight elevator. “The bloody hell is that racket?” Emma muttered, squinting at the door to the classroom scene. “Follow me and find out,” Kay quipped, gracefully getting to her feet. Emma sat up straight and leaned forwards, then slid off the couch onto her knees. “I don't think I can stand properly,” Emma breathed with a nervous giggle. “My legs feel like I've just run a triathlon.” “That's to be expected after what you just did,” Kay explained, smiling lovingly at Emma. She reached down and grasped the redhead's hand, pulling her to her feet and keeping her held in a steady embrace. “Not many people would think so, but holding one's bladder to its true limit is one of the most exhausting things a person can do, in every way. The mental fortitude it takes to withstand the pain, the sheer willpower it takes to ignore a biological NEED, not to mention the pure physical strength it takes to withstand such pressure.” Kay closed her eyes and smiled wider, and Emma noticed Kay's right hand shifting slowly between her legs. A second later though, she clenched her fist and withdrew it. “I've spoken with many women, and male clients, who find wetting to be something degrading. Something humiliating, a sign of weakness. But it is the exact opposite of that, Megan. You know it as well as I do, now. The raw power it takes to bring your body to that point of complete failure... It is incredible. Even if your bladder is tiny, to hold it all in until it just forces its way out of you is a display of strength, not weakness. Someone weak would squat in an alley after a night out drinking. Someone weak would excuse themselves from a meeting to use the toilet. Someone weak would walk out in the middle of a movie. Someone weak would- Wait, are you peeing?” Emma blinked and looked down. Sure enough, a light stream of completely clear liquid was dripping down her legs and onto her and Kay's feet. “Looks like it,” Emma muttered. “I'm really sorry... I can't control it at all...” Kay tilted her head and kissed Emma on her mouth. “That's also to be expected. The first time Tsu broke fifteen hundred, she was dribbling for like, three days. That's still a pretty average capacity for this place though. With what you did... Let's just get you in a bed. Come on.” Kay nearly carried her through the hallway, her slender body hiding surprisingly strong arms. “Was the footage good?” Emma asked suddenly. “I kind of just fell over, wasn't thinking about a good angle...” “There's no such thing as a bad angle in this place,” Kay assured her. “That said, the footage from this wetting was absolutely phenomenal. Remember the camera in the coffee table? It caught EVERYTHING. Dead-on, in 4K. It's one of the closest, highest-resolution soakings we've ever had. The level of detail is astonishing.” Emma went red at the thought of strangers staring directly at her peeing crotch in Ultra HD as they reached the door to the classroom scene, and Kay pushed it open with her foot. Emma looked up as bright white lights caught her eye, and she blinked repeatedly. They were standing in what seemed to be a large hospital room, five beds lined in a row. One was occupied by a naked and sleeping middle-eastern woman with bandages wrapped around her arms and stomach. This was unusual enough, but the stranger thing was that she was not wearing a mask. On the right side of the room was a counter, and behind said counter was an exceedingly tall woman of about forty years with jet-black hair and thick glasses, also maskless. “Hello, Doctor,” Kay panted. “Let me introduce you to-” “Emma, isn't it?” the woman interrupted. “Yes, I saw what happened. Please lay down next to Maisha there. I'll be with you in a moment.” Kay nodded and dragged Emma to the bed next to the other woman and set her down. As soon as she fell back, another spurt of pee leaked out of her, soaking a small spot of the sheet. “So, what is this?” Emma asked. “You film the nurse fetish stuff in here?” Kay blinked and shook her head. “No, we have another room for that. This is a fully functional medical facility, and Dr. Elise is a real doctor. She was a subject, years ago, and she wanted to use her earnings to pay for medical school. When I learned of this, I offered to cover the cost of her education as well as paying her in full should she join my little cult here. She's a licensed general practitioner, and she also has degrees in urology, gynecology, and psychology. I should also mention that the Elise and Maisha are these women's real names, not code. You're not to mention either of them outside of this room." Emma looked to the doctor with an impressed nod. “Wait, if this is real...” Emma's voice fell to a whisper. “What happened to...” she barely tilted her head towards the bandaged, sleeping woman next to her. “I have no right to tell you,” Kay said simply, frowning slightly. “Get to know her when she wakes up, maybe she'll explain. Do not press her though. I love you, but I won't stand for it if you upset this woman.” Emma blinked and nodded. “Of course. I'll be respectful.” “Good,” Kay said, her smile growing back quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot... I have something for you. I noticed how badly you wanted to watch the videos in the classroom scene earlier. Take this.” Kay reached down her dress again and pulled out a smartphone and a pair of earbuds. Emma's mouth fell open for a moment. “How the hell do you keep so much stuff in your tits? No offense, but they're not that large...” Emma feared a bollocksing for her comment, but Kay had to bite into her arm to stifle a giddy laugh. “It's excellent, isn't it? Look...” Kay peeked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was buried in a folder, not paying the slightest bit of attention. She then looked back to Emma and reached for her chest, gripping the neckline of her dress. She folded it over, exposing her breasts – And a row of deep pockets lining the inside of the dress. Emma's mouth fell open slightly. The last thing she expected was to see this part of Kay right now. Even though they were breasts as plain as any other woman's, the intimacy of Kay's gesture made Emma shiver. “Pockets!” Kay squealed as quietly as she could, sounding like an overexcited schoolgirl. “No decent women's clothing has pockets in it, but I can get around that when I have my own made. I just have them put on the inside so they're not visible. I can fit everything except the kitchen sink in here.” She released the dress and let the cups flip back into place. She didn't seem to find her own action sexual or unusual at all; something that made sense in her line of work, Emma supposed. “Anyway, this phone's got a whole bunch of my videos in it. They're sorted by the subject's names. You can watch anything you like. There is...one catch,” Kay said, her smile growing slightly evil. “The doctor will tear you a new one if she catches you playing with yourself in here. No matter how horny you get, you hold it together and save all that energy for our...encounter, after your final challenge.” Kay pursed her lips. “In fact, even after you get out of here, if I catch you doing anything before we have our time together, you'll be in for it. You're not to have any sexual contact with Dee, Tsu, or any other subject either. From this point on... You're... Mine.” With that, Kay slid her left hand down to the slit in her dress, pulling it aside. Emma's eyes shot down instantly, going wide as crystal balls as they fell on Kay's panties. Other than the crotch, they were made from see-through mesh. Emma could see Kay's fire-red hair pressing against the material, and the very tip of her clit above the cotton crotch that obscured the rest of her womanhood. Kay reached down with her right middle finger, tracing a line back-to-front, the outline of her labia growing visible through the thin fabric. Emma's breath quickened, and she felt blood rush to her face. The room suddenly felt far warmer. She bit her lip as she felt her heart begin to race. There was an ache between her legs, completely unrelated to the soreness from her hold. She grew hot and damp, a new wetness growing inside of her. Emma's palms tingled, her breath shook, her toes curled and she licked her lips, dry from her quick breaths- And then Kay released her dress and turned, striding out of the room without another word. Emma's head fell back on the pillow, her pussy throbbing and desperate for attention. She gripped her sheets hard and shut her eyes, fighting the temptation to just start going at it. “Ahem.” Emma yelped and opened her eyes. Dr. Elise was standing over her, holding out her gloved hands. “I'm going to check you out now, alright?” she said kindly. Emma just nodded. Elise smiled and helped Emma undress, sliding off her saturated panties first. “Oh, you don't need that mask in here. The cameras are only for me to see when I'm in my office, should something go wrong.” She pulled Emma's mask off and then removed her dress. She covered Emma's chest with a thin sheet, then walked back to her counter to change her gloves. “You'll be allowed to shower as soon as you can stand properly. For now I'm just gonna make sure you haven't broken anything.” Elise returned quickly and stood right next to Emma. She reached out and placed her hand on Emma's belly, pressing gently. “This hurt?” “Not at all,” Emma said truthfully. “It's just numb.” Elise nodded. She slid her hand lower and pushed slightly harder. Emma grimaced as a surprisingly large spurt of pee flew out of her, splashing on the tile floor. Elise slanted her lips. “Well, that means there's something in your bladder. With how much you drank, it should be filling quickly. Do me a favor and urinate by yourself, as much as you can.” Emma shrugged and relaxed as much as she could, pushing gently. A stream started up quickly, soaking her butt and flowing off the sides of the bed. She peed for about five seconds before it tapered off. “Excellent,” Dr. Elise said with another nod. “If you can urinate at will, you're almost certainly fine. Now I'm going to ask that you try to hold it the next time you feel the need. Shouldn't be long. I won't make you hold it until you're bursting, it's just that if you can feel pressure in your bladder and it's not coming out by itself, that means you're good to go.” “I understand,” Emma said. “I'm sure I'm alright. I'm just tired.” “Well, duh,” Elise said with a smile. “That was the largest pee I've ever seen, outside of a medical emergency anyway. Rest up. I'll be around.” Emma closed her eyes and lay there for a good half an hour. However, she could not fall asleep. The smartphone in her hand called to her. Eventually, she sighed and sat up slightly. She plugged in the earbuds and turned on the phone. It went through its startup ceremonies, and then she opened the gallery. There were many folders, labeled by letter. Just like she did in the classroom scene, she first opened the folder marked “K.” Inside was a single image of a woman's middle finger, nails painted red. Don't know what I expected. With another sigh, she went back to the list and decided on a woman that she did not know: Q. Inside were three videos, each about four hours long. Shrugging, she opened the first one. The screen faded to solid white, and ornate letters formed one by one. “The Queen's Desperation: Volume One.” The white faded as well, revealing what looked like a dungeon. It was different than the one that she had been in, however. A stone slab sat alone in the middle of the room, a naked blonde woman chained to it by all four limbs. The only thing she wore was a yellow mask that almost matched her hair. Her bladder protruded past her breasts, and she moaned in agony with every breath. Emma watched in a trance as the woman held on with amazing willpower, her bladder constantly growing. Eventually a group of masked women wearing chainmail and leathers walked in and taunted the woman, insulting her 'Kingdom.' Emma recognized Cece among them. They pressed on her belly and tried to force her to lose control, but she held on through it all. Emma jumped around the video, as four hours was quite a lot for her. The woman got more and more frantic as it went on, screaming and cursing, her stomach the shape of a watermelon as Emma skipped past the two hour mark. Emma was dumbfounded at the woman's control as her 'captors' returned once more in an attempt to force her to pee. She spurted a number of times as they pressed and prodded at her, but it wasn't until the final ten minutes of the video that she really began to lose it. Without warning, a huge spray of clear pee shot out of the bound blonde, splattering against the stone wall. She cried loudly and struggled to contain her flow, but more and more pee puddled around her butt and flowed off the slab she was on. She fought hard for five more minutes before she effectively passed out, and her flow erupted unimpeded. It shot meters through the air, soaking the walls and floor, an absolute torrent. She relieved herself for almost a full minute, despite all that she had already leaked. Once she was finished, she lay there breathing heavily for a minute before her huge puddle sank into the ground. A few seconds later came Kay's voice. “One thousand, six hundred and ninety milliliters. A wonderful capacity, and a marked improvement over your last hold.” The Queen just muttered out an exhausted confirmation. The remaining few minutes of the video was just Kay doing a voiceover of text, explaining how to purchase other categories of videos, or how to contact her if you wanted something custom-made. When the screen went black, Emma opened the next one. This opened to the same woman laying in a bed of flowers next to another, younger woman. They were both wearing dresses straight out of the dark ages, dresses that were pulled up over their waists. The bulges of their bladders were visible even through the garments, and the two women fingered each other and kissed passionately. Emma quickly went flush again, her privates begging for pleasure. She turned off the video with a third sigh. I can't deal with that if I can't get off. Emma retreated from the Q folder. Her eyes then fell on the letter V, and something faded into her memory, something that Dee had said to Tsu... “If you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on...” Emma grinned and opened the folder. There was only one video inside, and it appeared to be three hours long. Emma tapped it quickly. It opened to a bedroom, similar yet slightly different to her own in the complex. A very pale woman with large natural breasts and frizzy red hair sat on the bed, dressed in a set of aqua-blue pajamas with little cartoon whales on it. She wore a mask that matched her pajamas in color, and she looked into the camera. “Hi,” she said, her voice high-pitched and clearly nervous. “I...I don't know if I'm supposed to be talking to the camera, but I was never told not to. My name is Vee. This is my first time here. I'm excited, and a little scared. I already need to wee pretty badly.” Vee spoke in a slight Scottish accent. It was noticeable, but she was not hard to understand. “I've been told that another woman will be joining me to show me around...” She leaned back slightly, her legs squirming gently. It was only two minutes until Tsu walked into the frame. Unlike Emma's meeting with her, she was wearing a set of purple and pink polka-dot pajamas. The women introduced themselves, then Vee stood up. As she did so, she moaned slightly and squeezed her thighs together. “Need to go already, eh?” Tsu asked. Vee just nodded and blushed. “The Professor made me drink a bunch of tea after I got here...” “Yeah, she does that when people wet themselves in the car,” Tsu laughed. “Bit of a punishment I guess. Well, let me show you around before you get really desperate.” Emma watched for a while as the two women moved about the compound. The rooms they went through were very similar to the rooms that Emma was used to... However, there were differences. Not just different decoration, but structurally, and Emma knew that this was a different part of the compound. She couldn't even imagine how large the whole place was. Emma shook her head and skipped about an hour ahead in the video. Things had changed quite a bit. They were now in a sort of lounge, a massive circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. They had also been joined by Dee, wearing her usual emerald green in the form of yet another set of pajamas. The three of them sat on the couch around a wooden table, two large and empty bottles of white wine laying on it. Tsu and Dee were acting normal, but Vee was having an absolute cow. Her hands were both shoved in her crotch, her legs shaking violently up and down, her breasts bouncing freely. Her hair had also frizzed up to a comical level. “Ohmygodicantholdit, imgonnawee, itsgonnacomeout,” she was ranting. Tsu was holding her shoulders gently, trying to calm her. “You're okay, if you panic like this it's gonna be much harder to hold on. Your bladder isn't even solid yet. You can still hold it for a long time. It just feels really intense because true desperation is a new sensation for you.” Vee nodded quickly and tried to stifle her excessive squirming. “Just – Please, distract me, I... I need to think about something else!” Dee placed her hand on her chin and faked like she was stroking a beard. “We're all sitting here in pajamas like it's a sleepover. Obviously that's the scenario the Professor's trying to set up. How about we dive into that and play truth or dare?” Tsu and Vee stared at her for a moment, and then they both nodded. “We'll go clockwise,” Tsu said. “I'll go first. Vee, truth or dare?” Vee looked up at Tsu with desperation clear in her eyes, but she steeled herself and sat up straighter. “Uhm, Dare I guess? Just don't make me do anything physical or I'll really, seriously wet myself...” Tsu thought for a moment. “Kiss Dee. On the mouth.” Dee held out her arms and whooped loudly as Vee went red. “I thought dares were supposed to be something bad!” Dee laughed. “I...I barely know her,” Vee stammered. “Come on,” Dee encouraged. “We're all open types here, and we're all just girls. C'mere and kiss me.” Vee flushed redder still, but she smiled and leaned sideways with a groan. “Oh, fuck's sake, I can't move. If I'm gonna kiss you, you come here.” Dee happily obliged. She got up on the couch and crawled over the table, settling next to Vee. She grabbed the redhead and kissed her deeply and lovingly, and Vee was quick to respond, but Tsu interrupted them before it went too far. “Vee, your turn,” she shot. Vee, breathing heavily, looked to Dee. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Dee said quickly. Vee had to think for quite a while, her bursting bladder preventing much in the way of thought. “Have you ever wet yourself in public, when you really didn't want to?” Dee barked out a loud laugh. “Oh, loads of times. I have this thing where when it's raining, or if there's a fountain or something, I need to pee IMMEDIATELY. I've wet myself a whole lot because of that. Not so much now that I've learned to hold it so well. Alright, Tsu, your turn. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” Tsu said excitedly. Dee grinned wickedly. “Ten sit-ups. No pausing to hold it. If you leak, you leak.” Tsu rolled onto the floor without hesitation and locked her feet under the couch. She began doing the sit-ups, getting through five of them just fine. On the sixth, she moaned for a moment, and on the seventh she yelped loudly. Still she pushed through, and on the ninth, Emma could see a small puddle forming around Tsu's butt. She finished the last sit-up and fell back with a gasp, twisting her legs together. “Oh, shit, I'm okay, only leaked a little...” Dee laughed at her, but Vee just folded up like a knot. “Guys, I'm having a really hard time staying dry... I keep feeling a leak like, just inside my vag. I think my knickers might be a bit wet already...” “Just stay focused on the game,” Tsu breathed. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Vee said this time. Tsu pursed her lips. “How old were you the first time you had sex?” Vee grimaced and leaned back, starting to shake again. “I... Uhm, I was...” “Ooohhhh my god,” Dee droned. “She's never done it! She's never been fucked!” “Shuuuut it,” Vee complained, limply flailing an arm at Dee. “Yeah I've never done it, but it's not like I haven't wanted to, nobody likes my hair...” “Whaaat?” Tsu whined. “Your hair is amazing! That's not it. And with those tits you could have any guy you want. What's the real reason? You full lesbo?” Vee laughed, then moaned and tightened up even more. “Nah... I'm fine with girls, but I'm into guys mostly. If I'm being completely honest, I was kind of...scared. What it might feel like, to have a... A thing inside of me.” “The word you're looking for is COCK,” Dee shouted drunkenly. “Oh, be nice,” Tsu scolded her. “She's young. I think...” “I'm nineteen,” Vee mumbled. “See? Young as fuck. Or...as... Not fuck? Shit, I had way too much wine,” Tsu sighed. “Anyway, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It does seem kind of weird.” Vee nodded and looked at her feet. “Would you...like to?” Tsu offered. Vee blinked and looked back up at her. “Eh?” “Would you like to feel what it's liked to be fucked?” Tsu asked again. “I'll do it. Right here and now.” Vee squinted, her eyes flashing towards Tsu's crotch. “Uhm... What? Are you...” Tsu looked confused for a moment, then saw where Vee was staring. “Oy! No, I don't have a fuckin' dick! I mean with a strap-on. Feels just like the real thing when you use a good one. Are you up for it?” Dee's eyes were wide at this sudden change of events, her gaze flipping between the two of them. “Vee, you can trust her,” Dee said softly. “She'll make the experience as pleasant as she can. It's something every woman should feel.” Vee was shaking, both from nerves and desperation. “Okay,” she yelped suddenly. “I'll do it. I'm scared as hell but this whole place is crazy and I'm crazy and I don't even really know how I ended up here and none of this seems real so what the fuck, let's do this!” Dee threw both arms all the way up in the air and hollered like she'd just scored the winning goal at the World Cup. Tsu just smiled widely and stood. “I'll go get it. You wait here. And don't pee!” At that, Tsu jogged off. Emma watched as Dee cuddled up next to Vee. “There's really nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “However, I should say that you're actually very brave. New girls usually take a couple of days before they let us start doin' stuff to them. But they always have fun when it does happen.” Vee didn't respond. She was too focused on holding herself. Dee frowned and grasped both of Vee's wrists. She pulled them hard, forcing them away from Vee's crotch. The woman moaned and protested, too embarrassed to form proper words. “C'mon, that won't really help you hold it. Besides, you should get nice and ready for Tsu. Can I touch you?” Vee shivered and nodded. Dee didn't need to be told twice. She slid her right hand into Vee's pajama pants, quickly finding her clit. It took less than ten seconds for Dee to get the other woman randy. “Do you like the feeling of being so desperate?” Dee asked. “Usually it takes longer for a girl to get so wet when she's holding.” “I...I love this stuff,” Vee moaned. “I love to just wet myself and play in it, but I want as much money as I can get...” “Don't worry about the money,” Dee said, somewhat menacingly. “Worry about what the Professor will do to you if you pee before you reach your limit. Trust me, she'll know. Vee gulped just as Tsu walked back into frame. She wasn't carrying anything. “I'm baaaack,” she sang. “And I've got one of the fanciest ones that Kay has in here. Check this out...” She grasped the waistband of her pants... and slid them down, revealing a bright pink silicon erection, about five inches in length. “Since you're new, I went with a smaller one. How's it look?” Vee covered her mouth and stared at it. “Ohmygod I can't believe I'm doing this,” she nearly shouted. “It's okay,” Dee said gently. “It's still just a toy. Nothing to be afraid of. Lean back...open your legs.” Dee guided her, pushing her back down onto the wide couch. Vee's legs were held together like a vise, but Dee managed to pry them open despite Vee's desperate gasps. Dee then grasped Vee's pajama pants and began to slowly slide them off. "Subjects," Kay's voice spoke suddenly. "You know you're not supposed to expose yourselves outside of the bathing room..." Dee stood straight and held her arms out, glancing between all the cameras in the room. "Oh, come on, Professor! Let us have this bit of fun. I'm sure some of the clients wanna see it. Please?" There was a long pause, and then... "I will allow it. Not for the clients, but I want to see this. Proceed." Dee grinned and quickly returned to her task. Vee covered her face completely and began giggling uncontrollably as her cleanly-shaven lips were exposed to the open air. She was so completely slick, it looked like someone had dumped a gallon of lube down her pants. Even so, Tsu reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of actual lube that she had held in the waistband of the strap-on. She poured a good quarter of the bottle in her hand and rubbed it all over the toy until it shined in the dim light of the lounge. It was time. Dee stepped back and sat on the opposite side of the couch, putting her legs up on the table and sliding her right hand into her own panties. If she was gonna watch this, she was gonna enjoy it. Tsu stepped up to Vee and placed a hand on each of her knees. She spread her own legs so the strap-on was level with Vee's womanhood. Slowly and confidently, Tsu pried Vee's legs apart until she could reach the slick, reddened flower between them. Vee went breathless as Tsu slid inside of her, the abhorrent quantity of lube doing its job well. She only went in about two inches at first, then three, and after a minute she was pounding away at the redhead like a soldier who'd just returned home to his wife from 'Nam. Vee moaned so loudly that it actually fuzzed the perfect audio of Kay's microphones for a moment, absolute pleasure clear in her tone. She wrapped her legs around Tsu's waist, pulling her in tightly. Tsu reached down and placed her hands on Vee's belly for balance, causing Vee to shriek in desperation as her now-hard bladder was compressed. Tsu ignored her and kept going at it, leaning forwards and burying her face in Vee's breasts. Three minutes into the session, Vee's body locked up. “I CAN'T HOLD IT!” she shouted. “IT'S TOO MUCH, I CAN'T...” A few seconds later, Vee was good to her word. The camera angle switched to a position somewhere above Vee's head, and a thick torrent of pee could be seen spraying from the girl, splattering all over Tsu's front. Her pajama shirt was soaked through, rock-hard nipples revealed by the clinging fabric. Tsu simply increased her speed and power, pushing Vee hard against the couch as she lost complete control. She went limp as her bladder emptied itself all over Tsu, the couch, and her own body. While she was still peeing, she suddenly began to moan again, and her entire body shook. She thrusted her hips and her chest heaved, and she screamed in pleasure as she had an orgasm so intense and clear that Emma could almost feel it through the fabric of time and space. Seeing that Vee was completely spent, Tsu tore off the strap-on and turned it on herself, collapsing onto the couch as Dee excitedly crawled over to help. While the two still-horny women had their fun, what little of Vee's pee made it to the floor began to sink in. Kay spoke moments later. “Three hundred and five milliliters, not that it counts... That couch took most of it. Going by duration and the thickness of your stream, I'd say that you were close to a liter. Not bad at all for a first-timer. Please though, next time you're full, make sure it gets on the floor. I want a proper count from you.” Vee could barely open and close her mouth in confirmation, but Kay seemed to understand as she responded with a “Thank you, Subject,” before going quiet again. Emma watched Tsu and Dee play with each other for a couple more minutes, her body and soul wanting nothing more than to be a part of that right now. She was so absorbed in the scene on the smartphone that the soft and gentle “Hello?” emanating from her right sounded like a thunderclap. She shrieked and tossed the phone half way across the room, causing the buds to tear violently from her ears and the battery to fall out. Breathing heavily, Emma turned her head. The middle-eastern woman was awake, looking at her with her brows furrowed. “I apolgize if I scare you,” she said with a heavy accent. “I do not mean to...” “It's fine,” Emma panted. “It's my fault for not paying attention to anything around me.” She took a deep breath. “I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you.” The woman smiled, although it seemed forced. “I, er... I am? “You've got it,” Emma encouraged her. “I am Maisha,” she finished. “It is nice to meet you as well.” ***** Author's Notes: I do apologize for taking so long to get this part out. I've had a lot going on, and I've also been busy writing one of my "real" novels. I've had an amazing time writing this story, and we are reaching the end of the main tale of Kay's wonderland. Yes, that means there will be spin-offs and short stories based in this universe once this thread comes to an end. The best is yet to come, and I look forward to writing it. I will also say that I'm well aware of the unrealistic nature of Vee's experience. A woman's first time is almost always uncomfortable, if not downright painful and unpleasant. However, this is a fantasy world where women do not have to deal with such inconveniences. There's also the matter of the "mini-chapter" that I've mentioned. I've scrapped that idea, and sort of combined it into this chapter. It was going to be Emma recovering and watching the videos, and I was going to write a lot more of them. However, I'll be putting those stories in their own, shorter threads in the future. As always, thank you for reading, and all comments are greatly appreciated. I will, however, state that this thread WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED DEAD until I the words "The End" grace the bottom of the final chapter. There may be extended delays between chapters, but unless I straight-up actually DIE, this story absolutely will be finished. You have my word as an author. -B.L.
  11. 6 points
    I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when I saw the train pulling out right as I reached it. I'd heard the buzzer going off as I'd reached the station, and was a step away before the doors slammed shut and I ran face first into them. From there, I really should of gone home and called it a day. Maybe called in sick. But no - today I decided to carry on. As a result, I'm sat here typing this in a wet skirt, with a pair of wet jeans waiting to go in the washing machine, and I have no idea where one of my socks are. My hands are cut, my knee is grazed, and I'm half expecting a call from my boss telling me not to come back tomorrow. Let me tell you what happened... Chapter One - A run of bad luck I hit the doors with a smack, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on my ass, with my arms behind me propping me up. I open my eyes and watch the train pull away, and the passengers inside all laughing, looking and pointing at me. I'm too stunned to do anything, and I hardly know where I am until the train is out of sight and I'm left staring at the wall with the familiar metro sign for Kings-gate station. I blink and let myself come to for a moment, before glancing to either side. There are about six people on the station, five of them are laughing and the sixth doesn't know what's going on. It's at this point I realise that my bag is about three feet away from my and that my skirt has billowed upwards and I've just exposed my underwear to an entire train's worth of people. I blush a hot red as I stand up, wiping the grit from my hands down my jacket. My palms sting a bit, and when I take a look I realise that I've got a cut on my left hand. Nothing massive, but I'm bleeding slightly. I brush my skirt down to make myself decent again, leaving a small red smear as I do. I wipe some more grit from under my skirt and I can feel a damp bit where I smear some more blood on my thigh. I walk over to my bag, pick it up, and look around the station. I better wash my hands before I head to work... I step into the bathroom. It's a station bathroom, which means it's - well, it's a bit under the weather to put it lightly. Do people forget how to use toilets when they go into a public restroom or something? Puddles all over the floor, and only some of it comes from the fourth sink which has leaked for as long as I've lived in the area. I cast a glance at the four cubicles and consider using them for a second - I haven't been yet - but the sight of various bodily fluids and other assorted goodies puts me off. I look back at the sinks and hope to God that I didn't just see a used Johnny hanging over the handle of one of the loos. I twist the tap with my good hand, and put my bleeding hand under the stream. I then yank it away and yelp - It's really damn hot! I flick my hand to the side throwing a mix of water and blood at the wall, before I use my good hand to run the cold tap too. I gingerly try running my fingers under the stream again, and when the water's neither scalding or icy, I rinse both my hands under it. A quick look at the soap dispenser tells me that I won't be using soap today - I'll spare you the details as to why. I consider sighing before it dawns on me that breathing in here might be a health hazard. I pull a tissue out one of the tissue boxes and dab my hands dry, and then I take a little more in case I start bleeding again. Which is immediately. I hold the tissue in my hand and open the bathroom door to head out. Just my luck - as I step out the second train blows the door-closing siren and I watch in awe as the doors follow by closing. I slap my palm into my face and sigh as the second train makes it's way into town, and I'm left angry and late for work. I pull my hand from my face and realise I've made another mistake - a cool breeze on a damp spot on my face tells me I need to wash up again. Back into the bathroom I go... I leave the bathroom, and as I do there's a third train, sitting with it's doors open. Without even thinking I charge at the open doors, half expecting to bounce off them as I reach it. As I reach the train however, eyes shut and firmly expecting to bounce onto the floor, I fly through it's two open doors. I wasn't prepared for this - I trip over as my legs can't keep up and I land nose-first onto the other side, spilling my keys out my jacket pocket. I moan and pull myself to my feet, again slapping down my skirt. I'm too busy grasping for my keys with one hand and wiping at my ass with the other to realise all the carriage is giggling. I stand up and turn around, my back to the doors I've just kissed, and try to pull a straight face. Then I stop trying, wince and rub my nose. As I pull my fingers from my face and realise I've given myself a nose bleed, I decide I've had enough. I'm going home. I take a step forward. The alarm sounds and the doors slide shut, with me on the inside of them. The wrong side of them. An urge to cry rises in my, but I quash it down and wipe my nose with the tissues I'd taken from the bathroom, hoping that I won't be giving myself some horrific illness. I hold it in place and slump down on a chair, between a man who's fallen asleep, and an old woman who seems to be watching me. I look at myself in the reflection. My hair's thrown about, and my nose is a bit red. I brush my hair to one side. I've got blonde hair, a little wavy but it mostly sits flat and hangs somewhere between my jaw and my shoulders. Though right now it also hangs onto my lip, my nose, and my eyelashes. I've got green eyes, and a number of freckles over my face, neck, and breasts. Not that you can see my breasts under my shirt of course. My shirt - my work shirt - is a white polo with the company logo on the right breast. A plain logo - a wide red and white striped shield with red text reading Washington's. It's an American style diner. My skirt - not part of the uniform - is slate coloured, mid/lower thigh length skirt with brass buttons to one side. Under the skirt, white underwear, and further down is a matching pair of white knee-high socks and white tennis shoes. My jacket, also not uniform, is a blue Letterman style jacket that used to be my brothers. What is the uniform is in my bag - a set of tan slacks. I can put them on in the changing room. Or anywhere really, I could just put them on under my skirt. Not here of course, there's a man to my left and an old woman to my right. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I turn my head to the right - the old woman is looking at me with a look of concern for my bloodied nose, red face, and stinging hand. Well, she can't see that my hand is stinging, but she seems to sense it. "Hm? I'm, Uh, fine" I lie to her. The red streak that's about to flow over my lip says otherwise. She reaches into her handbag and pulls out some tissues without even looking inside the bag. "Here you are, love" She says to me, pushing the tissues into my face. As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my immediate response is to pull my head back. She notices and pushes the tissues into my hands. "Sorry, err, miss" I say to her, taking the tissues to my face. "And thank you for the tissues" "Not a problem" She says to me, smiling. "I'm always glad to help" "T-thanks" I repeat. She smiles and nods. Maybe things are looking up for me now. Wrong. I reach my station. It's only four stops down, but that's exactly enough time for the train to go from 'a bit busy' too 'absolutely packed'. I can't move. Luckily I'm sat down, so I'm not being squeezed between some sweaty bloke and a heavy-breathing pervert. No - today they're just standing directly in front of me, bashing their bags into my face and my legs. As the train begins to slow down, I rise to my feet, pushing the two men a little to the side (and receiving some harsh looks from them). I try to step forward. Of course no-one moves or even seems to notice. They ignore my pleas of "'scuse me" or my pressing into their shoulders for the most part. Eventually though, I reach the door. Just in time to hear the buzzer and watch the doors closing inches from my head. I try to put my arm through the gap but I'm too slow - instead I get my fingers squeezed back inside. I wince and grab my hand with the other, and glare at the doors as the train lurches forward again and my station disappears behind me The train reaches the stop ahead of mine, and as the doors open a movement of people throws me out and onto the floor. Again. Still, as I lift myself off my face I can appreciate no longer being on that damned tin can. I breath in fresh air for the first time in two minutes and try to avoid the thought that I'm going to have to force myself into another one to get back. I pull my phone out my pocket to check the time, and my luck being what it is I manage to toss it into the bin next to me. I look at the bin. My phone's just landed in there. From here I can see a banana skin hanging over the edge of the bin. I dread to look inside... I look inside. A grim sight looks back at me. My phone is sitting in a plastic jar of half eaten pasta salad. I wince again as I reach inside and pull my phone out, dripping tomato sauce. Another grim sight greets me as I see the clock telling me it's already six-thirty. I have walked through the door to Washington's exactly half an hour ago. Jerry - my boss - Is not going to be pleased. He's always had it in for me. Still - better late than never, I guess. I walk to the other end of the platform and wait for the train. As I hear the train pull in it dawns on me that I need the toilet. I take a glance down the line and see the train drawing near - it's too late for a break now, and the train after this won't be coming for a good fifteen minutes. Still - at least this one's empty. Each carriage seems to only have half the chairs taken up - except for the one that goes still in front of me. I smile and step in, before I realise why it's empty. A puddle sits in the middle. It spans the carriage side to side, and it reeks. Someone's been travel sick. And now no-one is stupid enough to sit here. I recoil for a moment, and go to leave the carriage. I don't even make a full turn before the buzzer's sounded and the doors slid shut, and the train lurches forward. I've not had the time to brace for movement, and I fall straight to the floor, my face inches away from the mess on the floor. Without even thinking I'm pushing myself back and trying not to retch, checking my reflection to see if I've come out clean. Luckily for me - I have. Well, so far as I can tell. I push myself into the far wall of the carriage and try not to breath through my nose until the train reaches the station. The train reaches the station - Liberty garden, and I manage to step onto the platform with tripping over, or hurting myself, or having a stroke. First achievement of the day. I decide to jog to work from there - up the station's stairs, through the corridors, and into the ticket gate. Yes - into. I swipe my card over the reader as I'm walking, and then walk straight into the gates that refuse to open. I'm caught by the doors just under my ribs, winding my a little. I groan and step back a couple times as the doors open and close. I think I must have growled audible, because the skinny teenage door guard turns around and sees me. "Y-you okay miss?" he squeaks. "Yeah, f-fine" I wheeze, clutching my chest. "Can you let me through? Please?" He looks to either side, then steps forward. "H-here, come on through" he squeaks, pressing his own card onto the reader. The doors don't respond. The doors next to me do though, and I glare at him. He notices and is too stunned to respond. Neither of us move for a moment, until the doors swing shut again. I raise and eyebrow and he taps his card down again. The same doors open. Again, neither of us move until they close again. I take two slow steps the side, and he taps his card again. I step through, and the gates close behind me. "Thanks." I say to the kid, who's clearly embarrassed about the whole thing. If I hadn't had such a bad morning I might find it funny. But right now I'm angry, I've been bleeding, I've got a dirty phone, and I need to pee really bad. I walk briskly from the station. Having left the station and reached the street, I'm greeted by a thin rain and some stronger winds, blowing my hair about. I clutch my jacket shut and push myself forward. I arrive at work at about six forty-five. Fourty five minutes later than I'm meant to. Jerry greets me with a glare and raised arms. If looks could kill... "Sarah? What the f- what on earth are you doing?" He half-shouts. "What time do you call this?" "S-sorry, Mr Ford" I say to him, exasperate. I sigh - which makes him frown harder. "I just - I've had a rough morning" I say, raising my hands and showing him my grazed palms. "I missed two trains-" "Two trains, Sarah? Two?" "Y-yeah - b-but it wasn't my fault!" "Who's fault was it, Sarah? Sure as shit wasn't mine!" I don't know what to say, so I just look at him, trying to resist the urge to burst out crying. I don't know if he notices and feels sorry for me, or if he just gives up on shouting at me, but he stops yelling. "Right. You - behind the counter, now. You're on tills today" "S-should I get changed?" "Oh for - YES. Yes you should get changed, there's a uniform for a reason!" I try to avoid eye contact as I make my way to the changing rooms. I head inside and shut the door. I drop my bag to the floor and pull out the slacks, then pull them on. I undo the buttons on my skirt and let it fall to the floor by my feet. I shove it unceremoniously into the bag, hang my bag and coat on the hangers, and head back into the shop front right as the clock hits Seven. Jerry casts an icy look at me from the front till, catching me before I can even move toward the toilet. I daren't head to the loos without saying anything first. "H-hey, Mr Ford, mind if I -" "Mind if you what? Take up more time? Sarah - it's seven in the morning. Morning Rush - you know what that is, right? You've only been here for three years" He spits out the words like some kind of machine gun. "If you even consider asking to do anything except overtime, I'm going to be putting you on tomorrow's special lunch menu" "Err, nothing" I say, My bladder doesn't agree. I have to go, really badly, and I genuinely fear what Jerry might do more than I fear wetting myself right now. I take my place at the till. There are about six tills in total lining the bar. It's a thirties-American-diner style shop, with a checkered floor and red leather seats against the walls with a table between two. My colleagues don't say a word until I take my place behind the till, waiting for the morning rush to begin any moment now. We never used to get such rushes in the morning, but then one day about a year ago, Jerry's wife bought two coffee machines and a coffee filter - so now we do coffee's too. We've got our own personalised paper cups and everything, with a blue shield with a white star on the sides. It makes a lot of money of course - everyone wants a coffee in the morning - but it also makes a lot of work, and they've had to hire a barista and train another. That other one is me. Usually I'd be getting ready to use it, but my machine's been broken for about a week. Just as well really, the sight of espresso pouring into a cup would not help my bladder right now. I lean against the counter and wrap one leg around the other in an attempt to hold it easier while also looking casual. My bad luck seems to carry on through the day. I manage to screw up at least one out of every five orders, to the point that one customer calls me a moron and leaves without paying. I'm too busy hopping foot to foot behind the counter to give my full attention, and each screw up gets me more flustered, and then I make more mistakes, and - it's a vicious cycle. It's not until I accidentally through a double espresso and a panini onto a customer's newly polished shoes that I get called away. The porcelain shatters in slow motion - the coffee flies up, the panini falls apart and the business man flinches as a dark brown coffee stains his suit pants, his shoes and his socks. Jerry thunders over to me while the poor man stands stunned and trying to realise what's going on. Jerry grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind the counter, letting my colleague Chrissie take over from me. "Sarah? What are you playing at, Dammit!" "I'm sorry - I-I-I" "Don't be sorry, Sarah, don't make any more mistakes, got me? I run a diner here, not a circus" "Y-yes Mr Ford" "No. More. Mistakes. Got it?" "Y-yes" He looks at me like he doesn't trust me. I shift foot to foot as my bladder becomes the one thing on my mind. "Get on coffee's Sarah" He says to me after a moment of silence. "And try not to throw them around, alright?" "Y-yes Jer- Yes Mr Ford!" Jerry thunders away, swearing under his breath. I stand still watching until he's gone through the doors to the kitchen, before I bend over double as my bladder reminds me that it needs emptying - badly. I turn around to see the state of the shop. It's packed. I can't take a loo break now - not when I'm on the only coffee machine. Jerry might actually kill me, which is something I'd rather avoid. I take the barista's white apron and put it over my head, and hit the espresso button on the machine, getting one ready. The coffee's aren't too hard to make. An Americano is an espresso topped up with water, and everything else is an espresso topped with steamed milk and foam. No, not hard to make - what is hard is taking about five coffee orders at a time, every minute or so. Especially when each new coffee getting poured pushes you a step closer to pouring something warm down your legs. There's not too much more to say about the busy period here. At the till they call for coffee, and at the machines I make the coffees. I also squirm and wriggle and moan - but that isn't part of the job. At least when I'm making coffee at a rate of knots I'm slightly distracted from my bladder getting fuller and fuller until it starts to feel hard. The customers like to mix things up by asking for a tea or a hot chocolate occasionally (who has a hot chocolate in the morning? Honestly!) Some customers go even further, asking for things that we don't have and then complaining. Still, here at the machine, I don't mind too much because the customers aren't complaining to me, and I'm not spilling anything on them. No, back here I'm just spilling it on the floor while avoiding spilling inside my pants. By the time it reaches ten my bladder is too full to think straight. I'm making coffees in order and hoping that the customers aren't asking for too much. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong until Jerry grabs me by the shoulder again "Sarah!" He shouts. "Soya tea - where is it?" "What?" "You're joking, right? I've had this gentleman asking for a soya tea for about fifteen minutes now!" Shit. "I-I, err, sorry! I-I'll get right to i-hnnnn!" "....what?" I wince hard and grab myself with both hands, knocking over an empty paper cup. "What are you - MAKE THE TEA" I nod and turn back to the machine. I jam an empty cup under the water spout and hold down the lever. I chuck in a tea bag with one hand and watch intensely as water pours into the cup. The splashes thunder into the cup as it fills up, and I can feel my bladder getting ready to blow any moment now. I watch as more water pours in and in, mesmerised by the flow. More water splashes in, until brown water is flooding over the top of the cup and into the water tray below, splattering and splashing. My own bladder is fit to burst, egged on by the streaming water from in front of me. I can almost feel myself go when Jerry grabs me again "SARAH!" He shouts - way louder than I think he'd meant to. The shop goes silent, save the jazzy music playing in the background. He grabs my arms and holds them up, leaving the water overflowing the cup behind me. "Sarah - what the hell are you doing?" "I-I-I" "Don't give me stuttering dammit, give me that tea!" "But I have to-" "Have to what?" I look at Jerry - he's fuming. The customers and my colleagues are all watching me, waiting for my response. The water is splashing into the cup behind me, flicking water around. My nose aches, my hand still stings, and my bladder is rock solid. I look down at my feet - I can actually see a bulge where my bladder is. I look back to Jerry, then the customers, then the staff, then over at the spilling cup. It's splashing, and pouring, and flooding, and I... I lose control. It's all too much for me today - I'm late, I'm hurt, I'm overwhelmed, and now I'm getting wet. My bladder gives up trying to hold everything in and before I can tell what's happening there's a hot burst around my crotch as my overfilled bladder spills out. The jazz and the splashing are quickly joined by murmurs, gasps, and more splashing, as an entire days worth of gold pee flows out of me, I whimper as Jerry stares me in my eyes, which I feel tear up. Meanwhile, I can sense a growing flow of pee down my thighs and shins, with the streams wrapping around my legs and flowing around my knees and ankles. My pants, my socks, my underwear and my shoes all soak in the pee rapidly as it jets out of me. A dark black stain floods down my legs over the brown fabric of my work pants, making my accident more than obvious. Some chuckles behind me, some gasps, and more muttering tells me that everyone is looking. I blush powerfully and clamp my eyes shut as I try to wake up from a horrible dream. O f course I don't - what happens is my socks and shoes get stained a pale yellow, and a hot puddle begins to grow beneath me. Jerry lets go of my hands and I fall to my knees, resting my body on my heels, letting my bladder empty itself after being forced to hold everything in for so long. Talking and ordering carries on again as the spectacle of a grown girl of twenty-three pissing herself loses its appeal, but my bladder doesn't seem to realise as it continues squeezing itself empty. As the last squirts shoot down my thighs, I start to whimper as it all really starts to get to me. I open my eyes, and through the tears I can just about make out Jerry. Or, more accurately, Jerry's crotch. I look up to see his face, and he's looking straight at me. "S-sorry Jerry" I stutter, drips still falling from beneath me. He doesn't look like he knows what to do. He sort of looks at me, tight lipped and a bit guilty. "Get up Sarah" He says to me, giving me his hands. I climb back up to my feet, the still-warm fabric sticking to my thighs. I stagger once or twice as my body isn't quite prepared to be stood up so soon after loosing all control. I nearly slip in the fresh puddle, but Jerry catches me. "That's Mr Ford to you" He reminds me, but he doesn't seem too insulted. I figure he knows that in my state my mind isn't on being polite, it's on my still warm clothes, my soaked legs, and my fantastically empty bladder. I sigh hard as the relief begins to set in. He turns to one of my colleagues, a woman about my age - Martha. "Martha, take her to the staff room will you?" Jerry says. "Get her changed into her skirt, I'll clean up here and then deal with her" "Sure - come on Sarah" She says, offering me her hand. I nod, flicking a tear off me, and take her hand. She leads me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff don't seem too pleased to have me dripping my way through to the staff room, but they haven't really got a choice. "Are you alright Sarah?" Martha asks me. I manage to nod, sniffing. "That looks pretty embarrassing" She says to me, as if I don't know. I nod. "Still need to go?" She asks. At first the seems like a dumb question, but then my bladder tinges. I don't know if I just didn't let it all out or if my bladder was pushed too far, but I still need to pee. I nod at her sheepishly. "Come on you then" She says, leading me by the hand and out the back door. The door leads into an alley behind the store where we keep the bins, and the smokers have a their breaks. The cold air blowing in my face really exaggerates how warm my face is from blushing, and how cold my legs have gotten. She takes one of my hands. "Go on then - finish off" She says, smiling in what I assume is an attempt to be comforting "W-what?" I ask. "Pee? Here?" "Why not, you're over a drain!" "People would see! I'm not going to expose myself in an alley way!" "No, silly! Go in your pants!" She says it like it's obvious, but to me the obvious thing to do would be to pee before I left the house and missed three trains and wet myself at work. She smiles warmly at me again like it's meant to help, but it's not so easy to feel like she's got all her marbles when she's trying to make me wet myself again! "You gonna go or not?" She asks me, looking like she's getting bored. "I, err, I guess - couldn't I just use the-" "Sarah. It's fine. Don't you think it feels kinda nice anyway?" "Martha! Eww!" "Would you feel better if I went too?" "I guess - don't piss yourself Martha!" I laugh. She smiles - I guess she's just trying to be nice. "Alright then" I say. "Here goes". I take in a deep breath, hold it in, then release. A subtle hiss, followed by a familiar sensation of heat shooting around my crotch hits me. Relief begins to flood over me again, and I must moan because I catch Martha giggling at me. Deciding that it'd be best to get this over with, I squeeze on my bladder, resulting in a harsh hiss as pee shoots down me and runs through my pants, splashing on the floor between my feet. The cold patches quickly warm up again as fresh pee is absorbed by the fabric, before it flows out and lands on the floor, draining quickly away into the drain and leaving black streaks behind it. I close my eyes and just let my bladder do its thing. Pee runs over my thighs and shins again, taking the same still wet path it had before, occasionally making new paths down me, including one that runs down the very front of my shin and making me shiver. My shoes squelch as I wriggle my toes inside, as pee floods into them. My socks are going to be stained a pale yellow top to bottom, and my shoes appear to be like that too. I feel my face relax into a blissful smile as I empty my bladder completely, warming myself up in the process. "Better?" Martha asks, leaning to one side. I blush and nod, still letting pee trickle out of me. It takes a short moment to stop, and I can feel Martha watching every single drip run down my legs. When I open my eyes, she appears to be blushing too. I'm not surprised - I'd be embarrassed if someone deliberately wet themselves in front of me! "B-better!" "I kinda need to go now too" Martha says to me. "I told you it feels good!" "Martha-a!" I laugh. "Might do it myself now anyway" "Martha! Don't wet yourself, okay!" I laugh, taking her by the shoulders. She smirks back at me. "Alright Sarah, you've convinced me. Another time then?" I chuckle at the idea of someone planning to wet themselves sometime. Martha smirks back at me. "Come on you, let's get you changed" We head back into the office, after I've flicked my legs a couple times to stop them dripping. That's not the end, by any means. You need to know why my skirt is wet, and why my sock is missing. Well - I'll tell you. Next time. Right now it's midnight, and I've got work in the morning. Here's hoping the day goes better than today right? I mean, how much worse can a day be than pissing yourself TWICE in front of your boss? Whoops - spoilers! Don't worry, I won't tell you any of the important details, like whether or not Jerry still employs me, that's what you're really here for, right? What's that? That's not what you're here for? See you next time!
  12. 6 points
  13. 5 points
    Hey! Debated posting this since it’s not the world’s most exciting story and might veer slightly into a Welsh stand up comedy review, but I’m tipsy and a little soggy still, so what the hey lol. I went to Edinburgh by train this morning to meet with a few friends. Two live there, one lives south of it and I’m in Dundee, so it makes sense as a meeting point. Once or twice a year we meet, wander around the city, drink and then party ways again in the evening. I got onto the train at about 9pm, going through to about the middle of the carriage to find a seat that was unreserved - by which I mean it had a ticket but the last reservation got off at Berwick lol - and started the second half of a stand up comedy show I’d watched the first half of this morning on my iPad (Rhod Gilbert - The Man with the Flaming Battenberg Tattoo by the way. If you like British comedy and you have not seen it, go and find it. It’s beautiful lmao). About halfway through the journey I finished watching the show, having stifled my laughter as much as possible - I did not expect a slide show involving a potato to be the crown jewel. At this point I was starting to need the toilet, though. And while the carriage was maybe only half to two thirds full, with a lot of people seemingly no-showing their reservations, the man in the aisle seat next to the window one I’d taken had turned up. He was due to get off before Dundee, so rather than ask him to move so I could use the loo, I thought I’d just wait. Well, I waited just fine! He got off, and I was left alone. The couple in the seats opposite us had also left on his stop. And left me, with maybe 20 minutes or so to Dundee, thinking about the situation. I needed a wee. I was full of alcoholic courage. The idea of public wetting is one that I’ve slowly been familiarising myself with, and getting excited about, pushing my boundaries here and there. I didn’t like the idea of irritating the cleaner, but (and I know this is a horrible mentality) the train was already a sty, strewn with crumbs, litter, muddy footprints and copies of the Metro. I had considered getting up and going to the toilet, but they are ridiculously tight to get into - and I’m not a small girl lol - and normally have a floor of toilet paper, wee, and if you hit the jackpot, even more. So I did what any drunk person in her mid-20s would do in Scotland lmao. With my legs pinned together as tightly as possible, my dress not stuck between my crotch to avoid dampening it, my legs positioned, and leaning back a little for comfort, I started going as slowly as possible. It took a few seconds to start, then I felt the all familiar heat. My wee processed across my thighs, going down my legs. Some fell into my shoes - I felt my ankles dampen - while some ran over them and pooled at my heels. Halfway through, while I started to speed up due to confidence, I also felt my bum start to dampen. Wetting myself had the side effect of sobering me up - I felt myself flush over as the realisation of what I had done, and what i had to do next - struck. Once the liquid had cooled, I got up, swung my satchel around to cover whatever staining I had caused on the bum side of my dress, and waited in the “lobby” where the exit was. I don’t know if anyone noticed, the puddle I left on the floor wasn’t particularly significant. It felt like most of my wee was still clinging to my clothes. I’m sure there really wasn’t and it was just me being hyper-focused on the situation, but in my head, there was an audible squelch every time I took a step. After getting off the train, I headed up the stairs as fast as I could. I got into the first taxi in the rank, gave her my destination, and sat on the edge of the seat in the hope of not inflicting anyone else with my mess. Paid her, got in, said hello to my flatmate/friend while avoiding him seeing me, and absconded to my room, where I still am. I haven’t changed yet. Too lazy. 😀
  14. 5 points
    Little greedy dontcha think? if i ever had time i wouldn't be entirely opposed to doing this again sometime >//< (not with video though nope nope)
  15. 5 points
    ;w; I filmed with my google pixel XL, I'm also surprised how well it came out considering I ended up using the front-facing camera! Okay so here's a picture I dug up from not too long ago that I mentioned in my last post o.o These were taken around the starting stages >_> and then I ended up showering and forgetting to take a picture of how drenched they became! O////O
  16. 5 points
    Hi, I was wondering if anyone has any videos of girls saying they are going to wet their pants, then wet them? Like, "I'm just going to pee in my pants instead..." or something like that? I'm not after accident wettings, I mean purpose ones. Thanks.
  17. 5 points
    Unable to get off the phone, Sosha has a humiliating pee accident, completely soaking her tight jeans, in this adorable video. We all have that one friend. You know the one, who’s life is non-stop drama, who always needs to be the center of attention, but who is so emotionally fragile that you dare not say or do anything to upset them, for fear of throwing them into a major emotional crisis. For Sosha and Alisha, that friend is Susan, who’s poorly timed phone call ends up causing Sosha to pee in her pants in this video. With her bladder already achingly full, Sosha speeds to the bathroom. She is almost there when the phone rings. Afraid that it might be an important call, she decides to answer, figuring she can hold on just a bit longer. The caller, however, turns out to be Susan, who is having yet another crisis. Susan is obviously in an extremely fragile state, so despite being unbearably desperate to pee, Sosha must be calm and careful not to say anything upsetting. Luckily, Sosha has a potential exit strategy. Alisha is also home, and could possible take over the phone call, allowing her to run to the bathroom. Alisha walks by several times, and Sosha frantically tries to get her attention, but Alisha seems oblivious to Sosha’s situation. As a result it becomes increasingly difficult for Sosha to maintain control of her bladder. Despite crossing her legs and tightly clutching her crotch, Sosha is eventually unable to hold back the impending flood. Still on the phone, listening to Susan’s latest tragedy, Sosha pees in her pants. Warm rivers of urine cascade down her legs to the floor as she stands in shock, soaking herself, while still trying to pretend she is paying attention to Susan on the phone. Only after she has completely peed in her pants does Alisha pass by and notice that she just had a major accident. Angry that Alisha didn’t save her early, Sosha thrusts the receiver at Alisha, forcing her to take over the conversation, as she storms off to clean up her accident.
  18. 5 points
    This story is actually from back in July, I honestly thought that this site ate this story when my phone glithed, but apparently it didn't so have this story I totally forgot happened lmao So yesterday I ended up going to a party at my friends house, it wasn't a big party, like there was only about 6 of us there, but I wanted to get drunk. It's been years since I have, like I think the last time was about 5 years ago when I was 16. I honestly don't know how much I drank, but not long after I started drinking I knew I wanted to wet myself after we left the party. My datemate is into omo too, I've made videos for them and a few times they've made me piss myself while we're having sex, so I knew they wouldn't have a problem with it. About an hour before we left I went to the bathroom with the hopes that that whole "breaking the seal" thing would work with me. It did, so I ended up spending the last fifteen minutes before we left pee dancing. It was after 2 am when we left, and my datemate was also drunk, I don't think they noticed my dancing? But the half hour walk home was torture. When we got home they wanted to sit in the backyard for a while. "Okaay, but like not for to long I really have to pee!" I said. We weren't out there for long, maybe about 10 minutes??? The power went out in my area in our way home so the street lamps were out and we were actually able to see the stars!! After sitting in silance a bit I stood up "I'm gonna go inside I'm like about to pee myself" I told them "Do it then" was their response I went red, as it stands my datemate isnt very sexual so whenever they make comments like that I'm basically a blushing mess. Realistically speaking they were probably meanin to go inside but I couldn't help it. I stood up right in front of them and started peeing myself, I was wearing a skirt anyways and we were outside so I didnt overly think anything of it. For at least fourty seconds I stood in front of them, holding the edges of my skirt as I wet myself through my panties. The entire time I kept my eyes shut tight in case they were annoyed about it. When my stream finally slowed and came to an end, they pulled me into their lap and started kissing me. We ended up going to bed not much later without them saying a word about the display. I thought I was home free, but when we woke up and talked about the previous night they had to talk about how hot they found it I pissed myself x.x
  19. 5 points
    So the first Stephanie story is live, plenty of warnings that this is a messing comic. You can read all about on the file page how there might be a version of it offered that you can enjoy even if poop desperation isn't really your thing. In any case the preview introduces the character and you'll see a lot more of her pooping and peeing her pants - plenty of peeing I might add. Now, regarding the rest of these. Since I do have my day job still and with the animation project I worked on earlier this year about to kick back up, the best I can promise is that on a biweekly schedule all the stories I shared on the original post - including the rest of the Stephanie stories - will be released, and then at that point if interest is still there I'll be taking requests. The way it'll work for now is I'll do one of the bigger stories with a new character next, and then tackle the next chapter in Stephanie's accident history. It'll alternate until one wraps up. Next up is gonna be "Peed My Pants at D. World" (I'm not selling nothing with the mouse's name on it no siree) which is now due for November 3rd in 2 weeks. "My First Accident", where Steph recounts the wetting/messing that kicked it off, will follow by the 17th - hopefully sooner. If I can finish a comic ahead of time go me and I'll post it, but until the time comes they'll have these tentative dates. Finally holy hell, thank you all so so much for buying so many copies of my comics. Definitely mad props to Kirito for guiding me along this business venture and helping it succeed so much. "Held It Too Long" has sold nearly a hundred copies, which trust me is going to help fund more of these for sure. Supply and demand fellas, let's keep this good thing going!
  20. 5 points
    Oh >///< Thank you all for the feedback! I really appreciate it! I definitely want to make more videos if they're liked so much o.o
  21. 5 points
    So about 4 years ago I started dating a girl I had met a few yesrs prior through a friend, she was about 5 foot 10, blonde, and skinny with a amazing butt. We dated for a few months and I trusted her enough to tell her about my love of desperation/wetting. She didnt really understand at first but supported me from day 1. a few months passed and she had sent me a few uninspired wetting vids which I still loved but she had yet to try anything with me around. Then one day I showed up at her house and asked if she'd like to go for a cruise and smoke with me, she agreed so we set off while she was already verrrryyy desperate unbeknownst to me, we start cruising and smoking and eventually I notice her bouncing around with a visible bladder bulge, so i push on it a little and she jumped. then looked at me desperately and told me she needed to goooo but was holding all day for me. so of course i take the long way home and she keeps dancing around, she had even taken off her seatbelt to relieve the pressure, she was bursting. once home she didn't run to the restroom and instead climbed on top of me and started making out, she was still not able to let a flow out even tho she wanted to for me. Things progress and now we're banging on the floor and i'm just torturing her bladder from the inside and out, we go at it for a few minutes and as we cum together she completely lets loose all over me while still inside her and we both orgasm the entire time, it was euphoric and still the best orgasm either of us has ever had. needless to say, that day she became a fan of omo and i have a few more good stories if u liked thos one, including some diaper wettings....
  22. 5 points
    Not sure if this file is already floating around on here, but I thought it was a rather interesting video and thus decided to upload here! Do close the topic if it turns out that it's already here - I just haven't seen it here. Japanese holding challenge - fails and wets panties multiple angles.mp4
  23. 5 points
    The next chapter might take a little longer; I have some exams coming up, and some plot details for chapter 4 are not fully planned yet. Even so, here's: Chapter 3 - A writhing tangle and a quivering ball [Major desperation] [Free peeing] [Wetting] Later, Lea was sitting at the lunch table, chatting away with two of her friends. Erisa was there, as well as dark-skinned Meranda, a childhood friend of theirs. Or, well, they had been chatting away, but the situation was getting a little awkward. The food was stifling the conversation somewhat, but more importantly, Erisa... "So, yeah... I-Ah! ah was trying to get some ice for Nngh..." A subtle bang from under the table as her knees shot together. "...for his head b-but he kept squir-nngh Squirming! around..." A few nearby heads turned as Erisa raised her voice, presumably unintentionally. When everyone around had lost interest and went back to eating, Meranda spoke up. "Um, it's fine if you do what you gotta do to hold it, girl. No-one's gonna judge, you don't gotta pretend you're fine if you're not." "It'sFineI'mFineDon'tWorry" Suddenly, Erisa raised her glass of Raspberry-flavored soft drink with her right hand and as if to prove herself, she started chugging it like a crazy person. Her left hand was awkwardly situated beside her abdomen and seemed to be shakily edging closer to her legs. Lea tried her best to salvage the situation (as well as Erisa's bladder) "Er, Eri, it really is fine t-" "AH!" Suddenly, Erisa's face went beet red and her torso started shaking gently. Her legs were separated and her arms were absolutely still at her sides. For four seconds, no-one dared to move and Lea expected a gentle hiss and drip to start at any time now. *pssh!* As if time had been stopped and then sped up to compensate, a flurry of motion suddenly burst from Erisa's slight frame. Her hands quickly slammed into her panties with the force of a car magnet (Her now mostly empty glass fell to the floor and rolled somewhere away from the action). When her hands had seemingly fused with her crotch, her legs wrapped around themselves several times over, as if to create the cutting edge in Desperate-Girl Leak-Proof Seal. Lea decided to take charge of the situation before it went out of hand. She quickly downed her drink and finished her food in record time. "So, it just occurred to me that Eri and I have to be somewhere. In fact, I think we're leaving right now." She gave Meranda a bit of a wink to tip her off to her intentions. Meranda gave her a toothy white grin. "Well, get on your merry way then. I'll see the two of you later, then! I'll get your plates when I leave, don't want to keep you from 'somewhere'" She seemed to have gotten the message. Lea awkwardly led Erisa's shivering form away from the cafeteria into the relatively more secluded hallway. In the relative privacy of this place, Erisa was not even trying to pretend she didn't have to go anymore. "Gotta.. Mpfh.. Ah.. Gotta peee... It's so full..!" Lea quickly considered her options. Her toilet time was scheduled for 12:50, which was still a little less than half an hour from the current time, 12:26. Looking at Erisa, that seemed like a very long time indeed. The public toilets were a complete no-go; the wait for those were without a doubt going to be much, much longer than twenty-five minutes at this time of the day. Heck, just getting to the closest one would probably take a while with Erisa's state of body. That left one option; peeing outside. This would be quickest, and might be the only chance of sparing Erisa's panties. There was just one big drawback to it: it was flagrantly illegal. Even so, when Lea looked upon her friend, a writhing tangle of limbs covering a quivering ball of urine, it seemed like their best option. Gently, she started leading Erisa down the hallway while giving her words of encouragement. Thankfully, it was mostly empty at this time of day, the younger students were eating, and the older ones had classes. Erisa was so focused on keeping herself dry that she hardly seemed to notice where they were going at all. Getting though the hallway and away from the main school yard area took much longer than Lea expected. Not only was Erisa now moving at the speed of pee-filled molasses, she frequently had to stop and curtsey and once, sit on her heel to press it directly under her skirt. Lea knew a few good pee spots in the area (What, every girl in this day and age has done it at some point..!), and after a quick calculation, she opted for the bushes behind the A-building; they were closest and Lea preferred to relieve her friend of her pain ASAP. When they were just making it to the corner, Erisa stopped to curtsey again. She blushed as she spoke. "U-um, go check so no-one's there..." Hearing this, Lea turned the corner and looked around. No-one. She turned to face the space between the nearest to bushes, but was met with an unbelievable sight. First, she was met with a pair of shuffling and frantic legs. Then, suddenly: Butt. And not just any butt, but a lovely one at that. Round, but firm. The motion of quickly going into a squat seemed had left it subtly jiggling. White panties were hanging off the left leg. Lea's brain could not compute what was happening fast enough. She spoke. "Bu-but wha-" Reacting to the noise, the squatting girl turned, her face the color of a tomato. It was Ceel, Lea's classmate. "I-" She seemed to be about to speak up, but before she could, a thundering noise hit the ground. Yellow liquid was splattering on the ground with an unbelievable force. The stream was so great, it tore off the top layer of turn; as if Ceel was digging a hole with her pee. Ceel's entire body tensed up. Her buttcheeks seemed to suck in against her bones. Once again, she attempted to speak. "I-I, didn't get my late toilet yesterday or my morning toilet and that's fine but then I dropped the crystals on the floor and I drank so much and I was filling up so fast and I couldn't hold it and I didn't know what to-" *Psssssssssss!* While she was doing her best to keep herself shut, Ceel's body was having none of that. Once again her bladder released waterfall-like quantities with the pressure of a water jet cutter. She couldn't help but loudly moan in relief. "P-please don't tell on me. It was just not possible, I swear." Lea said nothing in response, instead she ran back around the corner with the speed an oiled lightning bolt; if Erisa saw that it'd spell her immediate, pee-based doom. "So.. Um- actually, there was a person- there andWeCan't goThereBecauseWe'dBeSeen andAlsoIt'sIllegal." Erisa was giving her puppy dog eyes. "Bu-Ah, Gonna... Going t-ah Haah! wet myself! Did-didn't.. to-toilet! this morning and now..." She clutched herself extra hard. "C-can't hold it...!" Lea checked her wrist for the time and brought out her riskiest gambit yet. "Let's go back to the toilet, toilet time is in less than ten minutes! I know it seems impossible now but you can make it. Just ten minutes!" That last bit was total fabrication. Lea's toilet time was still thirteen minutes away, so 'less than ten minutes' was optimistic in the extreme. "L-less than ten..!" Erisa slowly raised her head to face her, and it seemed as though a though a faint glimmer of hope shone through her lightly tear-stained eyes. Lea nodded and tried to put on the most convincing, understanding smile she had. It probably came out a little forced, but Erisa didn't seem to notice. If Erisa wet herself because of this, Lea would feel bad but that'd have to come later. When on their way back, Erisa seemed to have regained her composure somewhat. She wasn't holding herself any longer, instead she was walking straight-legged and straight-armed with the most stiff posture Lea had ever seen. Perhaps knowing that she'd be able to pee in a toilet soon had a positive psychological effect on Erisa. However, Lea couldn't shake the impression that the girl's faux-confidence was like that of a student showing up to a test after not getting any studying in; pretending that everything was going to be okay, even though they knew with every fiber of themselves that it wasn't. Lea opted to take Erisa to the B-building's toilet; it was a little further away than the one in the A-building, but there would be a lot less people walking by right now. If Erisa ended up getting an audience when she needed to hold herself, it could spell disaster. When they reached the B-building's toilet, Erisa sped up a little, getting her to the toilet before Lea. She turned to Lea, still trying to put on a brave face and failing miserably. "H-how long..!" Lea checked her wrist. She'd known this moment would determine the fate of Erisa's panties. "...Seven minutes" Erisa looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her knees buckled together slightly, her hand clenched, then unclenched. It was as though she had been expection those magical words, "Now". It was as though she had been expection to get away without grabbing herself, but now that she had to wait her entire body knew grabbing was the only way out of an accident. Lea tried to snap her out of it. "Eri! You gotta hold yourself, come, comeon it'll be hard but you can do it I know it!" Lea noticed there was a hint of despair to her own voice. She prayed Erisa wouldn't notice this. It seemed to work, however. Erisa froze for a fraction of a second, then every part of her body seemed to be moving. Finally, she seemed to reach a holding position that was going to keep her dry. Lea realized she had kept her breath ever since she last spoke, and let out a sigh of relief at this. Two minutes left. Lea was very happy no-one had walked past them in the hallway, as Erisa would have been giving them quite the show. Desperate girls were a daily fact of life, but Erisa seemed to have forgotten the rest of the world even existed, she was so focused on her hold. Her fingers had found their way past her panties, directly plugging herself against the flow. A least she was facing the wall, preserving what little of her modesty she had left. *Pssht* "Ah! Lea...! Lea!" At this, Lea tensed. Quickly, she moved close to her friend. She had been facing the other way to give Erisa the privacy to do what needed to be done, but this was an emergency. "Ah! It's, it's coming...! I..!" Lea noticed a few drops running down the white wall, where Erisa had given them a surprise shower. More alarmingly she noticed a thin stream of liquid running down her friend's pale leg. "Ah... Hah..! A-at least if I-I-Ah! do it this w-way it won't be in ma-mah pantie-ah!" There was more than a slight hint of panic to Erisa's voice. Lea was starting to panic herself, the toilet was so close but- *Pssht* Screw it. This, right now, was not the time for any sort of indecision. Lea gently steered Erisa towards the bathroom door. When Erisa was just in front of the door, with Lea just behind her, she decisively raised her hand towards the symbol to open it. She hadn't checked her wrist yet. She knew that if the door didn't open, this would be it. Whispering a quite prayer to various gods she could remember, she pressed. The door opened. Giving Erisa an incredibly gentle forward shove into the bathroom, she spoke the words Erisa had been waiting for all this time. "Go." As Erisa entered the room, Lea was once again relieved that the hallway was empty. Erisa had bunched her skirt up to her stomach, and her damp panties were giving her a wedgie; anyone behind her would get a near-full view of her butt and privates. Lea blushed, and turned her face away as the door closed automatically.
  24. 5 points
    I think you will like this one. 00001-145157606675.mp4
  25. 5 points
    The first two chapters are a little light on Omorashi material since I've got a whole sci-fi setting to set up. But I think that'll be fixed when chapter three comes around... Chapter 2 - Wondrous and Mysterious. Urene! [Minor desperation] [Omorashi-related science] Second class of the day was Chemistry, and while Lea had barely been paying attention during Recent History, she was feeling pretty energized about this class. Since Erisa and Lea weren't going to this class together, they agreed to meet up at lunch. A rather excited-looking Ms. Lee excitedly entered the classroom carrying some scientific-looking case, so the lesson already seemed miles ahead of the last one to Lea. "What I just got my hands fed-side this morning is a small sample of the universe's most powerful known energy source in it's unrefined form!" Sarah Lee always tried to add a dash of drama to her lessons. "Behold!" Inside the case rested a metal and glass container with a number of small yellowish crystals. A thin yellow mist encased the crystals, as if though they were emitting it. "Is that, Urene?" It was a shrill, excited voice belonging to a girl Lea didn't really know all that well. "Please raise your hand before asking questions, Elsanova." The girl sank back into her chair, but couldn't hide a little anticipation. "Even so, you were right. This is indeed a small sample of Urene crystals. Today, all human technology is powered by these, but we don't understand how they are made. The type-1 batteries you use at home, for instance, contains an even smaller amount of Urene" Sarah Lee went on with her opening lecture, drawing a cross-section of the battery and explaining it's components. "The Federation are our only source of Urene, since each country are assigned a monthly allowance of the stuff. However, none of their regulations prevent us attempting to create our own, so that's what we're doing today!" Ms. Lee was absolutely beaming at this, and Lea couldn't help but share a little of her excitement. The arrival of the Federation had brought with it several new fields of chemistry, physics and even biology. It was Lea's dream to join the world's top scientists in humanity's newest frontier; space. "Now, the greatest minds of our time has struggled with figuring out the manufacturing process of Urene, so the likelihood that we'll be able to do it now seems a little slim. But even so, I want you to try, and I want you to learn!" Ms. Lee started handing out chemistry sets, and pairing students into groups of two. "...Yohn, Mintha..., Alex G, Derrik..., Elsanova, Leanore..." The class shuffled around until they all found their lab partners. Ms Lee walked up to the table and turned to face the class. "So! I want one student from each group to come up and grab a crystal so you may get a proper feel for it. But be careful since-" "Ohmygod! Is it dangerous?" Another of Lea's classmates, Ceel, shot up from her seat. "Hands, please. I wouldn't say it's dangerous, per say. But to illustrate, have any of you students accidentally broken a Urene battery at any point?" Another student quickly raised her hand, a blonde one, Lea didn't know her name. "And what happened when you did?" Sarah Lee asked. The blonde one started blushing, but didn't say anything. Ms Lee explained for her. "Indeed, Urene has many wondrous and sometimes strange qualities, one of them being..." Lea was perfectly aware of the effects of a broken Urene battery. Years ago, when she first became aware of the origins of the Urene battery and the mystery they posed to humankind, she instantly became insatiably curious. She spent about half an hour in her room picking one apart and tinkering with one before she started feeling her bladder fill up surprisingly fast. Since it wasn't too intense at that point, she figured she would keep picking at the battery until her toilet time, just an hour or so later. That ended rather badly for her. "...and so, to prevent embarrassment we will remove these crystals from the container one at a time, and safely enter them into the examination capsules." Ms Lee demonstrated by flicking a switch on the metal part of the container, causing one of the crystals to fall out of an opening at the bottom. She then brought an examination capsule and pressed it against the crystal with great precision and skill, causing it to enter flawlessly. "If you do it this way, you will only be exposed to faint Urene radiation. Even so, I want you give the person who's doing this a bit of space when you queue up, so as to avoid unnecessary exposure." "So, do you wanna do it, or should I? I've got a toilet just after lunch, so I don't really mind." The sound of Elsanova's voice caused Lea to turn. "I'll do it!" Lea confidently exclaimed. "I've been wanting to handle one of these babies for years, and you can't get them unprocessed from anywhere unless you've got special grants." "I see. I'm glad I've got such a a psyched lab partner." Elsanova was smiling warmly. Lea didn't exactly know the girl, they'd spoken a few times, but she couldn't help but give her a smile back. Lea queued up behind a few other students. When it was her turn, she carefully flipped the switch, letting the crystal out onto her sanitized lab-gloves. For a moment, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the yellow shard. Up close, it was quite beautiful. In addition, it represented such a great wondrous mystery to humanity. Indeed- "Lea, you can observed the crystal after it has entered the examination capsule." Ms. Lee's voice, coming from the other side of the table, sounded a little strained. "Ah, sure I-" Lea quickly pressed the crystal against the gum-like texture of the capsule. It entered, not quite as effortlessly as Sarah's had, but it entered. Quickly as to not embarrass herself further, she took the capsule containing the crystal back to Elsanova. After all the stundents had returned to their seats (There was a bit of a commotion as the second-to-last girl to get her crystal accidentally dropped it on the floor) Ms. Lee spoke up again. "This assignment is done in two parts. First, examine your group's crystal and document your findings. Then, every group has recieved a paper. It contains a very simplified version of a paper on attempts to create Urene by Stromback-Acker. Use them to try to create your own." Lea couldn't help but notice how Ms. Lee was gently fidgeting as she was explaining this. Lea was starting to feel a very slight twinge herself, and she wistfully wondered if it came as a result of the crystals, or simply her breakfast getting processed into her body. When it became time to examine the crystals, Lea inserted the capsule into the examination equipment and started fiddling with various levers and latches to turn and zoom in on the crystal. Elsanova was attentively taking notes and occasionally suggesting a turn of this, or a focus on that. They were quite the efficient team. After about twenty minutes of that, the girls went over the crystal cultivation instructions a few times and got to work. They were to prepare an environment suitable for proto-Urene cultivation and then kickstart it with the small Urene sample they'd been given as well as a given collection of nutrients and minerals. Lea knew that their chances of producing honest-to-goodness Urene were pretty much zero. These experiments had been done in the past, by individuals way smarter than her or Elsanova, and with cutting-edge equipment. Still, she couldn't help but feel her excitement well up inside her as Elsanova let three drops of the clear liquid solution they prepared fall onto the Urene crystal, causing it to melt into a puddle. Ms. Lee spoke up as she made her way through the classroom, checking each pair as she went. "You will be graded as a pair, based in part on your documentation of both assignments, as well as your crystal cultivation when that finishes next week. Please place your cultivation beakers onto your shelves when you're finish-ah finished." Lea felt a little bad. Ms. Lee clearly had to pee, possibly as a result of Lea's previous carelessness when she handled the Urene crystals. She hoped Sarah would get to have her toilet time sooner rather than later. When it came time to clean up, Ms. Lee, who at this point was grinding her legs together, excused herself and left the room before the students even had time to clean up their tables. Lea hoped, for Sarah's sake, that she had a proper toilet time and wasn't headed to the nearby public toilet. Since it was lunchtime, the public toilet would be crowded, and the queues would probably prevent Sarah from having any time for lunch. Elsanova snapped her out of her musings. "So, pretty fun class, huh? I'm impressed she managed to get her hands on actual Urene." Lea kept the conversation up while removing the equipment from their bench. "Yeah, seems like we'll get a good grade too, unless the crystals explode." Elsanova let out a rather chirpy little laugh. "Yeah, well, see you next week in chem, anyway. I gotta go catch my toilet time before lunch so something else doesn't end up exploding." Lea and Elsanova went their separate ways, with Lea heading towards the cafeteria and the other girl heading towards one of the restrooms. Elsanova's remark reminded her of Erisa, who she was supposed to meet up with at lunch. She hoped Eri wouldn't be too desperate by now, since there was still about an hour left before her toilet time. She once again felt an annoying twinge in her bladder, stronger than before but still very much manageable.
  26. 4 points
    This is a story I came up with and wrote in a few hours. I have always read stories and here and enjoyed them and I hope you too can enjoy this. Please be sure to leave any feedback on my writing. Thank you. Chapter 1: Evelynn was a 31 year old latina entrepreneur/business owner. She thinks back to just a couple years ago when she opened it, her employees were driven and motivated and that lead to the success of their products. Thing had been going great, she was running one of the only successful businesses run by a latina or even a woman. This didn’t last long though, as the company grew, people became more lazy. Cutting corners, showing up late, turning in assignments late. This caused her business to falter, just last month they had to recall thousands of phones due to a simple error that would have been prevented had her employees paid enough attention. The wind blew through the marginally opened windows as Evelynn contemplated what to do. Both she and her parents had worked hard to get this company off the ground. From working late nights to taking various jobs to raise money. She couldn’t possibly let it all go just like that. The sound of her secretary brought her back to reality, “Ms.Velasquez, would you like to take your lunch break now?” Checking the time, she noticed it was 12:01 PM and sure enough she was hungry. Accepting the offer, she stood up and made her way to the door deciding on what to eat. Her friend Mary asked if she wanted to have lunch via text knowing that this was around the time she had her lunch break. Wanting to talk with someone, she agreed. The clank of her heels accompanied her as she made her way to a new mediterranean place her friend was talking about. The wind howled on this unusually dark day, and she sped along not wanting to get caught in the rain. On this particular day she was wearing jeans that fit her curves and a white blouse. She had tattoos on her right shoulder and stood at 5ft 4in. Once another couple minutes passed, the view of the restaurant came into view. It was small, and modern, with plants along with mini waterfalls distributed thoroughly through the area. She sat down across from her friend excitedly after not seeing her for a couple days. As Mary noticed her friend a bright smile encompassed her face. “How are you?” Mary questioned. Evelynn then began explaining everything that's wrong with her company and the prospect of going bankrupt. Mary being the good friend she is, listened intently. Once things were quiet Mary had an idea. “Maybe you could get someone to finance you or merge the company.” “I would probably lose it then. I worked hard and spent everything I have to attain this and to have to sell it off to keep it alive would crush me.” Evelynn countered Mary thought for a while and finally decided to switch the topic. “Did you see the latest episode of Cooking Cats?” This got Evelynn's attention, Cooking Cats was a interesting show that either involved cats that could cook or people cooking cats. It varied each week. After talking with Mary for some while the waiter gave them each cups of water, which they both gulped down rapidly. Conversation slowed as their entrees arrived and they began to check their phones. Finally Mary looked up and said, “Hey it says here that Blum industries released a faulty watch.” At this Evelynn looked ups, Blum Industries had been a competitor of hers for a while now and having them create a faulty watch would be good for her company. “Really what happened?” “This article says that when you try and open your messages the watch crashes, they thought at first it was a software issue which would have been much easier to fix, but it's actually something wrong in the motherboard.” Mary said. “Also it says here a potential investor, Mark Whinfield decided to pull out of a deal that would have gave Blum industries new OLED screens.” “Wow that's great news for me.” For a long while Blum Industries had been eating up more and more of the market share, and having OLED screens would just amplify their success. Both Evelynn and Blum were racing to deliver a smartwatch that people would enjoy, but since Blum had more people working for him he managed to push it out first which would have gained him lots of money had there not been an issue. “Who is this Mark Whinfield guy?” Evelynn finally asked. Mary was quick to respond with, “Oh he’s this guy that owns a monopoly of companies from science labs to tech innovations. He’s only 35 years old as well!” “Maybe I should strike up a contract with him, If I were to obtain OLED screens for my products that would for sure raise my stock.” “You know what you should.” Mary commented. By the time they had finished their meals and paid for it, Evelynn had drunk 2.5 glasses of water. The food tasted great though and she felt much better going back to work. After her short trek that led her back to her company she was notified that the water in the building had been cut off. Well that wasn’t good. Evelynn called the water company who said the quickest they could turn the water on was in 3 hours. Sighing Evelynn made her way to her office on the top floor. The recent loss of water made her pay more attention to her bladder, as shall she request relief, it wouldn’t be given to her. She felt fine for now knowing her bladder capacity was quite large, it came with her hips she supposed. Evelynn decided that with the absence of water it was unfit to keep her employees there. But she along with a select few decided to stay to get some work done. Sitting down at her desk she decided to do some research on OLED screens and if was worth contacting this Mark Whitfield guy. Looking him up she say he was quite pretty. He owned lots of companies from woodworking places to big science labs with lots of technology. She did some further research and discovered that the reason Mark had pulled out of his deal with Blum was not just because of the watch mishap, but also due to some conservative things that were said by Blum himself. This was good for Evelynn because she and her company were quite liberal. Evelynn felt a small pang in her bladder bringing her to think about all the liquid she consumed at lunch. The water wouldn’t be turned on for another 2 and a half hours. She finally decided to just hold it in and get back to work. She began analyzing the market. It was incredibly competitive at the time, and the only way Evelynn figured she could make her company successful was if she had something other companies didn’t have. Something that people want. An easy sell to anything with a screen on it is a good screen and OLED sure as hell was beautiful. And no company has as beautiful screens as OLED would give them. She quickly got Mark’s email and asked him if he wanted to strike up a deal regarding OLED screens. Once that was accomplished she regarded a different situation, her bladder. In the half hour that passed, her kidney’s have been hard at work filling her bladder. She knew she wasn’t able to relieve herself until the water was turned back on. She unbuttoned her jeans knowing she was practically the only one in the building, preventing her tight jeans from pushing on her bladder too much and giving it room to expand. She then pressed her thighs together and continued working, bouncing every so often. Evelynn began to overview the work her employees completed. They had created their own OS that looked much prettier than anyone else's. Another report showed her that they had secured financing and distribution deals for their watch will be released in only a couple weeks. Evelynn then began reading financial reports, the issue of faulty phones the released a couple months ago had strained their profits and they had now stabilized. She then began to get off topic not really knowing what to do and started to browse her social media. Not much was happening. And finally her train of thought had stopped at one particular station, her bladder. It had filled even more and she was starting to doubt her ability to hold for another hour and 45 minutes. While there may have been no water, there were still toilets. Evelynn figured she would just use one and flush it once the water was back on. Deciding she would do just that, she stood up. The gravitational pull that her bladder experienced was almost enough to make her spill. She bent over holding herself until the wave of desperation passed. After a while it wasn’t that hard to hold it. She made her way passed the secretary, and to the bathroom. Excited by the thought of relief she tried the door handle which was locked. Damn They must have locked the doors so no one used the bathrooms by accident. Evelynn did not currently possess a key as she never really used them. She decided to take a walk through the building to see if there was anywhere she could take a piss without destroying something. Each office was just comprised of a desktop and some computers. After giving up she decided she would return to her office. Once at her office she had an Idea. The only way Evelynn would be able to relieve herself was if she had something to pee into. That gave her an Idea, she would ask her secretary to get her a 16 oz cup of coffee and she would pee into it. Rubbing her bottom into the chair to hold in her water, crossing her legs and tapping her foot against the ground. She began to keep herself distracted by looking over business strategies and possible innovations that could become a reality. Within 10 minutes her secretary entereh her office carrying a 16 oz cup filled to the brim with ice coffee. While her secretary was in the room Evelynn tried to keep herself as composed as possible. Once her secretary left, she began holding herself and rubbing her thighs together again. Evelynn took one look at the coffee cup, and 2 problems came to light. First of all, she would need to drink all of the coffee as there was no place to dump it. The second issue being, she was seriously bursting and there was no way a 16 oz cup could hold it all. It was either drinking all the coffee and filling her bladder even more, or wait for an hour and a half while her kidneys still filled her bladder. She chose the first option. Drinking the coffee was hard, and it took her 10 minutes to do so. The only thing left in the cup was a few ice cubes which she simply ate wanting as much volume for her piss in the cup as possible. Drinking the coffee gave her a weird feeling of, ‘you’ll end up in my bladder won’t you’ to ‘hey atleast I can relieve myself… sort of’. At this point her bladder was rock hard, she was bouncing up and down doing her best to stay dry. Not wanting anyone to see her, through the window, Evelynn crouched down and began to undo her pants. The feeling of her bulging bladder being pressed on by her much desired thighs was excruciating. Evelynn slipped her high heels off and proceeded to tear her pants and white cotton underwear off. Crouching bear bottomed under her desk she was about to relieve herself when she heard the voice of her secretary. “Ms. Velasquez?” She said in a timid fashion. As quick as lightning Evelynn slipped into her pants and stood up releasing a spurt, but was abolished by her hand, that grabbed her vagina under her desk “Yes?” Evelynn said in a strained voice trying to keep the lake of piss inside of her. “Oh sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to let you know that Mr.Whitfield has replied to your request for a meeting.” The secretary said. “Oh that's great, is that all?” Evelynn responded hurriedly as another spurt made its way out of her urethra, she began to sway sideways in an attempt to contain her piss. “Yeah, that's all. Are you alright?” Her secretary asked noticing her quick speech and movement. “NO, I’m alright. You can go back to your desk now.” Evelynn said maybe a bit too harshly. Her secretary hesitantly backed away from her office and the second she closed the door, Evelynn went back to what she was about to do. She swiftly ripped her pants and underwear off like last time revealing her shaved vagina, and her smooth bottom. As soon as her urethra positioned itself above the cup, she let go of a strong stream that hit the bottom of the cup with a splatter. ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh’ The noise escaped her without consent as the strain on her bladder diminished and she felt quite aroused.. Within a couple seconds the cup was full and Evelynn mustered the strength in her sphincters to cut off the stream. Sighing as her relief has ended she put her clothes on once again and sat back on her chair, storing the cup of piss in a drawer in her desk. Her need for pee had dropped quite a bit and relative to what she felt just a couple minutes ago, she felt great. Getting back to work, she opened the email that was sent to her by Mark. As she read she became exceedingly more excited. Mark had agreed to discuss business inquiries over dinner and would end the discussion at his office, just a couple blocks down from where she was. The tone of the email sounded like he wanted to work with her. She responded telling him that the time he gave was fine and she would be there. There were 45 minutes until Evelynn could relieve herself fully which she greatly desired. The 16 oz that made it out of her only prolonged the inevitable. Evelynn currently sported a fairly bulging bladder. Her bladder didn’t tend to expand much outwards more more to the side. In the short time that had passed the coffee had made its way to her bladder, this was quite interesting as most liquid takes longer to enter the bladder. This pushed Evelynn to do some research. She found online that, coffee and alcohol enters the bladder in larger contents than water would due to the fact that water is absorbed by the blood stream so not all of what you drink comes out. Alcohol and coffee on the other hand are not absorbed by the blood stream meaning, Evelynn’s bladder in theory should end up being more full than the first time in the sense that 16 oz of water that comes out is replaced by coffee. This made Evelynn nervous. Right before she had relieved herself, she felt so full the idea of even more perplexed her. That was not counting the water she drank from before was still filtering into her bladder. It had only been 30 mins and Evelynn sure as hell was desperate. For a few more minutes she sat at her desk bouncing up and down rubbing her thighs together. Until she decided to do something productive. She recalled the bathroom being locked when she first tried about an hour ago, and she wanted to make sure that she could empty herself as soon as it turned back on. Getting up she once again experienced the pain of gravity pulling down on her sphincter muscles, but she ignored it and moved on. She knew the janitor was still around here somewhere cleaning things and such. She just needed to find him. After 10 minutes of strolling through 3 floors of office, she finally found him, and he happily gave her the keys to the toilet. Although her situation had gotten a lot worse than she predicted. She felt arousal as she caressed her rock hard bladder. She decided to once again, unbutton her jeans and pull her underwear down just a little bit to take pressure off her abdomen region. This helped marginally but she was sure she could hold it for 5 minutes. She hung around the bathroom closest to her office, until she got a call, at this point she was on the verge of wetting herself. “Hello?” She answered hoping this call would not take too long. “This is Ghram Water corporation, we are sincerely sorry about the lack of water for the past couple hours, he hope it wasn't too much of an issue, but we were scared the water was unsafe for human consumption so naturally we had to turn it off. But we are excited to say the problem has been worked out and you once again have water.” “Thank you so much, it was no trouble.” Evelynn said hanging up. Her bladder had filled so much, she could feel it swish as she took steps. The ocean of piss inside of her was being held in by only her sphincter muscles and she was sure it was about to blow. Pushing open the door, the made her way to the nearest stall. ‘MMMMMMPHHHHH’ The noise emmited out of her as a small spurt made its way out and she was doing everything she could to hold it in. As she opened the door to the stall and got inside, she could feel herself losing. She quickly locked the door, and before she knew it she let go full steam inside her pants, she did not give up though as she ripped them down and plopped her sweet ass down on the toilet. ‘AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH’ The feeling of letting it all go was almost orgasmic. Evelynne peed for 1 minute at full force before it was all out of her. Her abdominal region had decreased in size. She sat there and contemplated what she just experienced for a moment before going back to her office and resuming her work. To Be Continued...
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    It's me again ! It started as a 12 hours hold with only water but ended up as a 13 hours hold with green tea because I was getting inpatient and didn't urine to stay too long in my bladder (also because I didn't eat anything and started to be hungry). So here's the prenant-looking bulge I didn't catch last time ! I tried to make a video of my bulge getting smaller but failed, because I was also trying to measure it. (Still 75 cL.) But I measured it, using my piercing as a mark, 67cm full and 56 empty ! I won't do another hold like that for a while, my back hurts, I'm more onto fast desperation but it was kinda fun ! Before and after pic :
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    I don't want to let this topic die, so here's some pictures of this afternoon's hold ! I'm into fast desperation since I avoid holding for a long time because I have bladder infection very easily ! First are the before pics, I didn't really need to go. Then the pics during the hold, I was kinda bored. I'm not into wetting myself so I went in the shower, ony to find out that I could'nt take decent pictures ! It's a shame, I looked pregnant it was funny ! I only have this one, sitting : And the after pictures ! I'm really tiny and have the pelvis of a child so 75 cL is a personnal record ! I could hold more but I hate when it becomes painful and I fear urinal infections... During and after while laying :
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    Let's recap what happened last time. I had a shit day. Here's a preview of what's about to come: I continue having a shit day. I guess that's kinda obvious - I'm sat here in a wet skirt that's starting to smell. Of piss. Because I pissed myself. And me being me I tried to hold on as best I could because I didn't want to wet myself twice in the same day. Which means I held on with both hands until thee pee stopped running through my fingers. I won't go into detail about that right now though, you can read on for that. Chapter Two - Chapter one but continued Martha leads me back into the building, and once we're inside she leads me through the kitchen and into the staff-room. Each step I take squelches and leaves a wet footprint on the floor behind me. I can tell everyone in the kitchen is watching me, which makes me blush again. I try looking down, but the sight of my still warm pants just reminds me of what they're staring at, so instead I let Martha lead me by the hand into the staff room with my eyes closed and a couple tears running down my cheeks. "They all were looking, weren't they?" I ask as Martha shuts the door behind me. She nods at me. I stand in the middle of the staff room while Martha roots through a cupboard to find something. The staff room isn't massive - it's about ten metres long, and about three metres wide, and of course it seems smaller because of all the stuff piled in here that they couldn't put in the kitchen - things like spare boxes, draws, and the staff lockers, including mine. On the wall opposite the wall with the lockers is a cheap leather couch, and right infront of that is a folding plastic table with some discarded food packaging. While Martha roots about in the cupboard I squelch over to my locker and pull out my bag with the skirt inside. Of course I don't have spare underwear, socks or shoes because I hadn't planned on pissing myself today. All I have is a skirt. I pull the skirt and look back at Martha, who's set down a plastic sheet over the sofa. It's just the plastic from around a box of something or other, but it'll keep the seat clean. Martha points to it. "Want to sit down, wet-pants?" She asks me. I blush immediately. "T-thanks, Martha" I say to her, stepping over and sitting down, leaving my bag next to me. I lean forward and pull my shoes off, followed by my warm, wet socks. They're stained a shade of yellow that tells me I really ought to drink more, ironically. I flop them into my shoes and sit back on the sofa, stretching out my legs and wriggling my toes. It feels quite liberating being barefoot and sat down after being stood up all day, especially considering what's happened. By all day I mean from about seven until now - and now is about ten-thirty, but it feels way longer. I rest one leg over the other, and rest my head back on the sofa cushions. Martha takes a seat on folding chair in front of the lockers and smiles at me. "You look real comfy there" She says, titling her head to one side. I smirk. "Ha, I would be if I wasn't starting to get cold" I say to her, as the wet fabric clinging to me begins to go from warm to room temperature. I look down at them again to really assess the damage. The main wet patch is around my crotch, obviously. It sort of seems to have exploded out from my crotch, sideways over my thighs, about a foot in width at it's widest, making the inner edges of my pockets damp. Judging by how my backside feels, the wet patch behind me covers me cheek to cheek. The wet patch tapers down my thighs, before bowing outwards at my knees, then tapering down again the the leg-holes. I lift my feet up to get a better look at the ends of the legs. At the holes the wet patch seems to have become a complete circle. My feet glisten under the flickering light bulb. "So what now?" I ask Martha, hoping she'll know what to do. She shrugs. "I guess get changed" She says to me. "Unless you want to go home wet and cold, drawing looks from everyone" "I can't say I do" I admit. "All I have is the skirt though - no spare shoes or anything, and I'm not going barefoot" "Well, obviously" Martha says. "If I were you, I'd take everything wet off, then put on the skirt and shoes." "No underwear?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "When I'm wearing a skirt?" "Well, your underwear's wet" She reminds me. "Still, I'd rather have wet panties than no panties!" "But what if someone sees them?" "Martha - If someone's going to look up my skirt I'd rather they just saw underwear, no matter no wet it was" "But then people would think you wet yourself!" "I did wet myself!" I remind her - and with perfect timing. Right as I shout that out, Amber comes in, swinging the door open and letting the entire kitchen hear me. I feel myself go red again. Amber stands still for a moment with the door resting against her, looking at me, sort of stunned. "A-are you okay, Sarah?" She asks in her thick Scottish accent. "Me? Yeah, fine!" I answer, slapping my hands down on my thighs before I can remember what's on them. "Amazing, in fact, Amber - fucking amazing" "S-sorry, I was just asking" she says. I sit, staring at her, until she realises that she should shut the door. "What happened?" She asks. I raise an eyebrow. "It's not obvious, is it?" I ask her, my voice dripping with more sarcasm than my legs are dripping on the floor. "Sarah, don't take it out on Amber" Martha says to me. I lean back again and sigh. "You're right - sorry Amber" I say. "I've had a crap day. What's up, anyway?" "Erm, Jerry sent me down to collect you once you're ready to go back up" She explains, rolling all her 'r's. "A-are you ready yet?" I raise my eyebrow again, and I'm about to go off on one when Martha coughs and brings me back down. Amber seems to notice as she nods at me and leans against the wall. Amber's only been here a few weeks now - whereas I've been here going on two years. She's about twenty two, and she's quite small for her age. I don't think she's ever been into a pub and not had them ask for ID. She's got brunette wavy hair that falls over her shoulders, and a face full of freckles. Martha, by comparison, has flat blonde hair cut into a bob, she's just under thirty, and she has no freckles. She's also quite tall. I lift the skirt of the top of my bag and stand up, throwing one or two drips off my legs and onto the floor. I go to undo the button on my pants. As usual, the thing doesn't want to come off, and it doesn't help today that it's wet and slippery. I look back up at the two girls at the other end of the room. "Err, I'm gonna get changed, would you mind...?" "No - not at all!" Amber says, smiling. "You go ahead, we don't mind!" I wait for them to leave - Martha makes initial motions to get up and leave, but when she sees Amber standing still, beaming and waiting for me to get changed, she sits back down. Martha looks back at me, and I look back at the two girls. Martha looks confused as to what to do, Amber looks like she's genuinely trying her best to be friendly. "...Well could you?" I ask. Amber's eyes shoot open "Y-you want us to undress you?" She stutters. I rub my hand against my face. "I want you both to leave. So I can get changed." I explain. I can see the realisation physically impact her. She raises her eyebrows and nods slowly. "R-right, we'll go!" The two girls get up and leave, leaving me alone in the staff room with my wet pants and unmistakable odour of fresh urine. I fight with the button on my pants for half a minute before it finally comes undone, and then I let the pants fall down my legs into a wet heap around my feet. The now-cold stain makes me wince as it lands on me. I step out of the heap, one foot at a time, leaving wet foot prints on the blue-painted concrete floor. I've never taken my shoes off in here - I'm surprised at both how cold and how smooth the floor is! I do my best to stay on my tiptoes to keep off the floor. I hobble over to my sneakers and slide my feet in - they're really cold, so I take them back off and groan. I look around to see what to do, and as I look to my left I can see both Martha and Amber watching me through the door's window, gaping at my half-naked body. I sheepishly take a step back, out of their view. I decide to put my skirt on before I do anything else. I put one foot after the other through the skirt, pull it to my waist, and button it up so it hugs me around the waist. It goes just under halfway down my thighs, hiding a little bit of my still glistening skin. I tip-toe to the door and open it, gesturing for the other two to come back inside. "You ready now, Sarah?" Amber asks, with curiosity in her voice. I don't think she notices my bare feet, my wet pants in a heap on the floor, my still wet legs, or my unimpressed glare. "No, Amber, I am not." I say after a moments pause. She nods in an attempt to look understanding. I look to Martha who just shrugs. "Come on then, Sarah" Martha says to me. "Get your shoes on and lets get you back upstairs. "I...can't" "Why not?" Martha asks. "They're too cold" I tell her. She raises her eyebrows at me now. "Then put your socks on" "They're even colder" "I-I could run your socks under the hot tap for you" Amber suggests. "That would rinse the pi- the wee out of them, a-and it would make them warm for a while." I look to Martha, and we consider it. Martha shrugs. I do too. "Alright then, that'll work" I say. "I'll take them" Martha says, standing up and picking my socks off the floor. "I'm on break now anyway, I can spare the time to rinse some socks out" "Thanks, Martha" Martha heads out the staff room, leaving just me and Amber. I slump myself down onto the sofa. Then I stand up, take the wet plastic sheet off the sofa, put it in the bin, and sit back down. I pull a couple tissues from the table and start blotting my legs. The cheap tissues falls apart a little, occasionally leaving white specks as bits of tissue disintegrate and stick to me as they get wet. "S-so, you wet yourself, Sarah?" I look up at Amber, stood watching me cleaning my legs. I'm sure she can see straight down my skirt, which is making her blush. I try to position myself so she can't. "What gave it away?" I ask her. "Oh, Jerry told me." She says. "He said you spilt a bunch of tea, then you wet yourself." "That's more or less what happened." I admit. "Why did you do it? Why not use the loo?" "Amber, if I could have used the loo, I wouldn't of wet myself" "D'you mean you had an accident? You didn't do it on purpose?" "W-why would I do it on purpose?" I stutter, confused. "No! I couldn't hold it, and it just sort of came out" "Wow" Amber says. "I havnae done that since I was a wee one at school" "Wow." I say flatly. "Impressive." "I was about fourteen or so" She tells me, without waiting for me to show any interest. "The lunch bell has just gone, and we were heading back into our form rooms. I'd not been to the toilet, so I asked my teacher if I could go, and she said no so I went to my seat. Once form was over, we all got up to head to our next classes, except me - I stayed sat in my chair. When the teacher asked what was wrong I completely lost it and wee'd myself right in front of her" "Amber, could we talk about literally anything other than wetting ourselves? I'm still pretty humiliated by this whole thing" "Oh, sorry! There's no need to be upset Sarah, it could happen to anyone. "That's what the teacher said to me - I never believed her until today, when you-" "Amber. Stop it." I tell her. I'm really not in the mood for this. It's also making it worse to know that I'm the first person Amber saw wetting themselves in about ten years. We sit and wait in silence for a while, until Martha comes back in with a sock in her hand "Okay! First one done!" She says, triumphantly. "Now where's the other?" "What?" I ask. "The other sock, where is it?" "Martha, you're taking the piss right?" I ask. "Ha, I get it!" she says, chuckling. When she notices that there's no amusement on my face she promptly stops. "N-no, there's only the one sock..." "Martha, how do you lose a sock?" I ask. She shrugs at me. I make some noises that are attempts at words but none of them become anything. So I sigh and fall back in the chair. "Fine, I'll take one sock, thank you Martha". I slide the warm, mostly dry-ish sock on up my right leg, and then slide that leg into a shoe. Then I slide my other foot into the other shoe, wincing at the cold wet fabric. I look up at Martha, trying to pull a straight face as I wriggle my toes in an attempt to warm them up. They don't warm up, they just squish a little. "Shall I take you up to Jerry now?" Amber asks as I shove my wet pants into my bag, too exasperated to worry about the bag or its contents. I zip up the bag, look at Amber, and nod. I let her lead me out the staff room and through the kitchen - once again I can feel them all looking at me, and I blush. She leads me out the kitchen and into the shop floor, taking me straight to Jerry - who has taken my place at the coffee machine, while Gary mops up around him. He turns around and walks over to us while we walk to him. "What took you so long?" Jerry asks, immediately. "I sent you down about five minutes ago, Amber." "S-sorry, Mr Ford, she was getting changed." Amber tells him. Jerry looks at me and points to my one sock. "Where's the other?" He asks. "No idea" I tell him. "It just got lost" "How do you lose a - I-i-it doesn't matter. I want to talk to you, Sarah, come this way". Jerry starts walking toward his office, and me and Amber follow. When we reach his office door he turns around and frowns at Amber. "Not you Amber, you get back to work". "R-right, okay!" Amber stutters, before heading off. Jerry looks me up and down. I'm blushing, my leg is damp, and my white shoes are slightly yellowed. There's a subtle smell of pee coming out my bag. Or at least I hope it's my bag. Jerry sighs and leads me into the office. The office is a small room - it's barely a re-purposed cupboard, with a computer desk, computer, and two chairs. He sits down and pushes a bottle of water to me, gesturing at the chair. I take the chair and the water. I take a swig before he starts talking to me. "Right - Sarah. What happened today?" He asks. I look at him and sigh, leaning back in the chair. "It's just been a rough day, Je - Mr Ford." I tell him. "I woke up late, I missed two trains, I've cut myself, I've fallen over a couple times, and I didn't get any time to use the toilet." "So you used the coffee station instead?" He says. I blush. "W-well, I hadn't meant to...everything just got too much for me and I-" "I know how that ends, Sarah. You don't need to remind me." "A-am I fired?" I ask, getting ready to tear up again. "No, no you aren't" "But sir, I - w-what?" "You aren't fired, Sarah. This is your first issue in two years - just don't let it happen again, okay?" "R-right sir! T-thank you! No more wetting myself, r-right?!" I laugh, tearing up with relief. He gestures to my bottle and I take another drink - the water really helps cool me down. "I don't mean that bit, Sarah - I mean the bit where you arrived half an hour late, the bit where you kept making little mistakes, the bit where you threw a mans lunch at him, and then the bit where you spilt about half the coffee you put into cups" "Oh...that bit. I-it won't happen again, Mr Ford" "See that it doesn't." He says. "You can piss yourself all you want so long as you clean up." I raise an eyebrow. "That's a joke - don't wet yourself. Take the rest of the day off Sarah - but I want you on top form tomorrow." I thank Jerry and stand up, leaving his office and hoping I'm not leaving wet stains on his chair from my legs. If I am, he doesn't notice as he follows me out. I head over to the counter, while he heads to the kitchen. I pull my jacket out from under my wet clothes, regretting my previous lack of foresight, and put it on, stuffing the pants back in having learnt nothing from my slightly damp coat. "A coffee please, Gary!" I say, leaning against the counter. It's fairly quiet now - the rush for breakfast is over, so I don't need to wait. Gary turns around and looks at me. "Oh hey Sarah, you off?" he asks. I nod. "Yup - had a little accident, gonna go home and sleep until tomorrow happens." "Oh yeah - would that accident be the one I've just mopped up?" He asks. I blush again. "M-might have been. W-why?". He glares at me for a moment, then winks and smirks to show that he's not too bothered. "So, what coffee do you want?" "Erm, I'll take a, erm, mocha. Please." "Why go for an easy one right? One mocha on the way for you, Sarah" I've always liked Gary. He's forty-something, but he acts like he's still a teenager. He plays it up a lot, and most of the time it's pretty funny, and he means well. He's pretty tall, and he's got a Mohawk hair cut, and about three ear-rings in each ear. He's also really good at making coffees. He hands me one of our larger paper cups. "Are you sure you should be drinking so soon after an accident like that?" He asks, making me blush again. "Err, no...but I'll be home soon, Gary, it won't happen again, right?". He casts me a look that says I'm making a mistake. I cast him a look that says I really like mochas. "And water too?" Gary asks, pointing at the water bottle from Jerry in my other hand. "Are you trying to do that again?" "Oh, no! This is from Jerry!" I tell him. "A-and I'm not going to have another accident!". Another customer walks up to the counter and starts ordering from another cashier. "Sarah, after that incident, your bladder's going to be a lot weaker, (I notice the customer blush as he over-hears us) and on top of that, coffee is a diuretic. You sure you'll be fine?" "No. But I'll manage!" "That's on you, sweetie" He says to me. I smile at him and say goodbye, then leave. I rest my water bottle in my bag on top of my wet work-pants, and take a sip from my coffee. I almost spit it out because it's way too hot - I counter the heat with a swig from the water bottle. I make my way down to the train station, down the stairs, and toward the ticket gate. When I reach the ticket gate I notice something new on the notice boards. 'Accident on the monarch line - delays upward of half-an-hour'. Sod that - I'll get the bus. I take another drink from the bottle, then decide it's not worth carrying the bottle around all day - so I finish it, then throw it away in one of the bins. I climb back out the station onto the street level, and make my way to a bus stop. While I'm walking around, I can see people occasionally giving me a second glance, which I attribute to my one missing sock. I brush down my skirt to make sure it's not got stuck in my underwear - which is now distractingly cold - and I straighten my shirt and jacket. I guess it could be the slightly yellow shoes, but I'm assuming its the one sock. The one sock which is slightly see through, has been thoroughly rinsed, and is now getting very cold. Meanwhile my other foot has warmed up the wet shoe, making it strangely comfortable as it squishes slightly with each step. I reach the bus stop right as my bus pulls away. By now - eleven in the morning - most people are at work. So the only people around are unemployed, late, or tourists. Meaning a bus going in and out of town isn't very busy. That of course means my next bus won't be arriving for another half an hour. I slump myself onto the bus-stop bench and wait. This is going to be a long journey. *** About fifteen minutes in and I realise how true what Gary said was - I need the loo. Not badly, not anything I can't deal with, but I can feel my bladder filling gradually as a bottle of water makes its way through my system. I can manage though. I take another sip of my coffee - not too hot any more. On the one hand, it will fill my bladder quicker, on the other hand I don't want it to go cold before I drink it! *** Twenty minutes goes by. No bus. It has to be here soon though. Right? *** Forty minutes. Ten minutes over-due. The bus finally arrives, and I stand up and put my hand out to let the driver know I'm waiting. He slows down, pulls over, and lets me on. As I make my way to a seat, I realise just how much liquid is in a bottle of water, and a large mocha. When I reach my seat I cross one leg over the other. No one else is on the bus - just me and the driver. Still, I don't want him to see me - or the CCTV for that matter. I often wonder what kind of things show up on CCTV. I know for a fact that they must see a lot of drunks at night, there's probably a few accidents on film then! I'd imagine there's also a number of people that have been filmed with two hands in their crotches, trying not to rock side to side. Like I'm doing right now! God, I have to go so bad! I lean forward in an attempt to make it easier to hold - it just puts pressure on my bladder, so I lean back again. While I sit on the bus, it dawns on me that it's taken a good fifteen minutes to go through four bus-stops. Considering that there are thirty-two between Washington's and my flat, this is not a good pace. My bladder, in contrast to the bus, is filling at a breakneck pace. I'm tempted to let myself have another accident here on the bus. *** You know what? If the bus driver is going to have me sit on his bus for half an hour and only manage to go through ten stops, he deserves to clean up piss! And I am about to burst here! What on earth is taking him so long? I decide to find out. Not by doing anything crazy like asking the driver, but by pulling my phone out my jacket and searching the bus route. Car crash. An accident. Funnily enough, it was an accident that got me into this whole mess. I look around me. I'm on the top deck of the bus - no-one else is on. It's not likely anyone will be getting on soon, either....and my underwear is already wet - cold too. An idea begins forming... It's technically illegal to pee on a bus of course - it's property damage. And getting nude to pee on the bus is also indecent exposure - two crimes in one. But if someone wets themselves on the bus...if they have an accident, then it might not be punishable. If someone pees themselves on a bus then obviously they didn't mean to pee, right? Who would soak their clothes, leaving a wet patch, rather than wait? At least they tried to hold it right? Wondering where I'm going with this? Wonder no more! If I'm already wet from before - I'm not getting wetter if I wet myself again! Sarah, you are a genius! I'll act up how desperate I am for a little while, then I'll piss myself, and no-one will know it was on purpose! And considering that there's no-one else around, I can just change seats once I'm done, so no-one else would know it was me who made the mess! I start rocking back and forth exaggeratedly, really playing up the look that I'm desperate to pee. I check my phone for the time. It's almost twelve. Okay - I'll have my 'accident' at twelve or so! Five minutes in, and I'm really going for it! I'm tapping my feet, I'm drumming my fingers on my knees, I've got one leg wrapped around the other and I'm moaning softly every now and then. My bladder seems to be filling faster, almost in anticipation of finally letting it go! I check my phone again as the bus passes the halfway point. Five minutes left. If the bus keeps going at this pace, I'll wet myself soon anyway. So in that sense I'm just getting it out the way!. Okay - one minute left - now's the time to put my acting talents to use! I tap my feet louder, I moan, and I writhe in my chair. Okay, it's mostly acting at this point - some of it's genuine - I really do need to pee now. My bladder feels solid. How long left? Thirty seconds! Okay, time for the final phase! I lean forward in the chair, hands on my knees, with my knees apart and my toes pointed inwards...I'm really about to do it! My heart thumps as I build up the courage. Twenty seconds left! I'm so ready for this - the promise of sweet relief almost pushes me over the limit now! I strain my face to make it look genuine, and I moan again. Ten seconds! I start to relax my bladder! Nine! I can feel it coming! Eight - so close! Seven! The doors downstairs open. Six - I hear footsteps. I swear to god - don't you dare come upstairs! Five - I see a man's head appear as he starts coming up the stairs. Four - abort abort abort! Can't pee - he'll see me! Damn. After all that acting, I can't do it. This chap has come upstairs, and now he's sat on the seat to the side of me. Not next to me, of course, but the aisle to one side. Of all the places! If he sat even one seat forward I could get away with wetting myself - even if it meant sitting in my own mess until I had to get off! But no - he sits opposite me, where he would be able to see every single drip. I sigh, lean back in my chair, and look out the window, one of my hands firmly planted between my legs. "Excuse me!" I hear a very indignant voice from my left - it's the man who got on the bus. He's a rather well-to-do looking man, in his early sixties or so. "What do you think your doing? And on the bus of all places?" "I - erm, what?" "With your hand between your legs - have you no shame?" He frowns. I blush again, harder than before. "I, err, really need to use the toilet!" I explain to him. He almost recoils when I say that. "I - oh! I am so sorry, I thought you were doing something quite different" "...no, why would I do that?" "I know you sound shocked" He says. "But I've seen exactly that before, on this very bus. Some people have no shame" I don't know what to say to that, so I just sort of sit, mouth open in surprise. I don't think I've ever seen someone do that, but I've seen news articles from local papers of people getting caught. Why would you do that on a bus anyway? Peeing I can understand... Speaking of peeing, I am about to blow! My bladder is sorely disappointed that it isn't emptying itself into my underwear right now, and so am I. I show it by feeling a bit glum, my bladder shows it by aching, swelling, and by being an all-round pain. *** So as it happens, the old man from before got off the stop before mine. Luckily for me - we passed the accident on the road a few stops after he sat down, so I'm finally on the last stretch to my own stop. Of course now there are a number of people on the bus - peeing now is not an option. Not to worry though - as my stop draws into view, I stand up - nearly doubling over as my bladder screams at me - and make my way downstairs. As I step onto the floor off the stairs - nearly leaking with each step - the driver calls me over. "Hey - you!" He shouts. "Come here". Sheepishly, I walk over. He looks me up and down. "Turn around" He says. I don't know what to say, so I do. He looks me up and down again as I do. I turn back to face him. "W-what's wrong?" I ask, shifting my weight. "Did you pis- did you wet yourself up there?" "I - no! No, I didn't do that!" "I don't know if I believe you. If you have, you're on CCTV, and that is a crime, and you will be fined." Fuck. Thought it'd be okay if I went in my clothes. "What makes you think I did that?" I ask him. "Don't play coy - I saw you writhing about, then stop all of a sudden. If I go up there now, I'll find a puddle, won't I?" "N-no! I still have to pee really badly! C-can I go?" He glares at me. "No. Come up with me, now." He storms out the drivers cabin, then up the stairs, demanding I follow. Each step I take threatens to send me over the limit. He leads me up to my chair. "Right - touch that seat" He says, pointing. "W-why?" "Prove that it's clean" I look at him funnily. He doesn't seem to know that he's mad. I lean over, bending at the knees with my other hand still between my thighs, and tap the chair. Of course it's dry. I look at him, showing him my dry fingers. He frowns and pats the chair himself. Of course it's still dry. He stands up and looks at me. "You were thinking about it, weren't you" He accuses me. "N-no!" I lie. "Well, m-maybe...but I didn't in the end!" "...get off my bus." I hobble back down the stairs, feeling a definite heat appear in my underwear as I thump down each step. I reach the floor outside - and my luck being what it is - I land flat on my face again. As I pick myself up off the floor, I suddenly become very away of a trickling sound below me and a heat coming from inside my underwear - a leak! I slam one hand down, stopping it before it can gain too much speed, getting my hand wet and my skirt stained in the process. I growl as I stand up, brushing my hands off on my skirt. Only a ten minute walk until I get home. Walking is impossible! Each step sends shock waves up my body and into my bladder, which gets closer to bursting with each step. I hobble down the road, taking care not to walk too fast, without stopping still. If I stop now, I don't think I'll be able to keep walking! My bladder fills faster and faster, and by now I can see the bulge again. It's so full it hurts. I can't hold it anymore...I just have to concentrate on walking! Each step is intense now. I've finally reached my road, and my flat isn't too far away now. I lift up a foot, then place it forward. My bladder screams the whole way. I lift up my other foot and push it forward. I feel another sharp heat in my underwear... It's so hard to walk now that I'm hardly paying attention to where I'm going, and I nearly walk straight past my flat. And by walk, I mean hobble. Each step is impossible, and every now and then I dribble a single drop into my underwear. I turn to face the path to my front door. I moan loudly as my bladder begins to tense up. I don't have long! I pull the key out my jacket and then jam my hand back between my legs! I can do this! One leg forward. I manage it. My bladder begins to tense up as it reaches total capacity. I moan again. I drag my other leg forward, closing the gap between my legs. I push the first leg forward again. It hits something solid. The tiny step before the path. It's about four inches high - but my bladder won't permit moving my leg a whole four inches upward. I grit myself and brace. I heave the leg into the air and slam it down over the step. I make it! My bladder screams. I clench my eyes shut. My whole body tenses up. I shudder hard and moan. And then again, my bladder squeezes, I tense up, I shudder, and I pee as hard as I can. My bladder's had enough! The step is too much, and before I can even tell what's going on, my hands are coated with something hot and wet, as piss shoots out of me and into my skirt, which is held against my body by both my hands. I moan hard and try looking up - I can see my front door! Tears well up in my eyes, as my bladder continues to squirt out all it can. The stream is directed straight into my right fist, almost ignoring the fabric of my underwear entirely to shoot into and through my skirt. My skirt never stood a chance, of course. It soaks up pee like a sponge, creating a massive wet patch to explode around my crotch as hot gold piss floods into it. The key in my hand fares just as well - pee soaks through my fingers and over them. It's so warm! It's so damn warm! It shoots down my thighs, which are clenched together, making a valley where my legs touch, creating a powerful stream that shoots down through it before splattering loudly onto the floor, creating a rapidly expanding puddle. My one sock takes it's second wetting of the day much worst that the first - it's already damp from when Martha washed it, so rather than letting the pee soak in, pee instead runs through it rapidly, staining the whole thing pale yellow as piss runs down my leg and into my shoes again. My other leg doesn't have a sock to stain, luckily, and instead streaks of pee run down wherever they can. The larger streaks flow around the back of my thighs as my knees bend and my entire torso tenses up. It pours around me, catching in and around my knees, flicking off small streams that splatter to the ground, creating their own smaller puddles on my tiled pathway. I shudder again as everything courses out of me and hits the ground. I can feel myself moaning, but all I can hear is the hiss of my bladder forcing out every drip inside me, and the splatter of those drips around my feet. I feel myself beginning to loose balance, so I swing my soaked hands from between my legs and grasp onto the wall - throwing my keys aside as I do so. They clatter somewhere in the hedge, but I'm too busy relieving myself so hard I think I might pass out. As my bladder stops squeezing itself and I instead let it empty, I finally regain control of my body. It's not worth trying to stop the stream at this point - and so I let it all out. I clutch the wall - gasping for air - as the stream flowing out of me begins to slow down to a trickle. The fierce hiss begins to die down, and the powerful streaks down my legs slowly die down. I have never felt such a combination of relieve and exhaustion at the same time. I stand still for about five minutes as I try to get myself back to life, gasping for air as the last drips splash down into the massive puddle beneath me. When I finally recover my sock has gone cold already. My skirt clings to my form, and I might have pissed a hole through my underwear. Okay, obviously I haven't, but that felt like I could of cut through anything with the force that I pissed. I step out the puddle and scramble for my keys in the hedge, pretending to ignore the passers by who can see straight up my wet skirt. Right now, I wouldn't care if I was completely nude - I just want to get inside. And from there on I came inside - and that leaves me where I am now. Obviously since then I've carried myself over to my computer, booted it up, and type out all this. And now I need to pee again. My wet work pants are sat somewhere near the washer after I sort of threw them out my bag, I've kicked my shoes out into the back garden, and I'm about to peel off my one soaked sock...There we go, that's off. Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that. What a day it's been...I don't think I'll tell Gary about this - he can get really smug when he's right. I really can't be bothered getting up to use the toilet now...I'm just going to....ahh....okay, I don't need the loo any more. I do need to clean up though. See you all next time!
  32. 4 points
    I've not had time to draw recently but managed to get a quick picture done.
  33. 4 points
    Thankfully the reality for you is you'll never reproduce
  34. 4 points
    I'm not sure if you're just joking or if you're dead serious...I hope for your own sake that you're joking. Women don't wait for a guy to approach them, in my case I pull the strings to make sure he notices me so that *I* can go home with *him*. Mastering pickup skills is bs...if a guy hits on a girl, she goes to the bathroom with like 3 other girls to debate if he's someone you should go home with....either that or they have already talked about if the guy in question is someone they should consider. My point is, the process that goes down is a loooot more complicated than I think you understand really. Women don't just go home with the next guy that shows them interest, in my experience it is kinda the opposite, although nothing is that black and white. And it's not a "skill" to keep us happy and in love with you....you're either someone who is able to or you're not. Someone who can make one girl really happy can drive another crazy...certain personalities fit with certain personalities. SIMPLE. AS. THAT. And if I really cared about "my guy" making more money than me, I wouldn't be working 2 jobs. Women aren't simple minded beings that you "male race" was created to please and spend your money on so they can fuck you and cook food for you and raise your babies.
  35. 4 points
    Great game, thanks a lot. Just made up a small walkthrough for people like me with no Japanese knowledge who will have to rely entirely on trial&error. Game menu - first option is start, then the dialogue goes if you wanna read the introduction (second option) or don't (first option). Pick the first one, otherwise it's just loads of text you can't comprehend. Second option is load game. You can save in this game but it's kinda pointless unless you'd like to save your accident settings and share them with people. Third one is to view unlocked CGs. And the last one is quit. Gameplay - basically you've got three items: Diuretic bottle - you can use it by approaching thermoses in the classroom and pressing space. You've got three options - first one is pour 1/3, second one is pour 2/3, and the last one is pour all the bottle. Note that the target girl's thermos is the blue one, if don't pour anything there at all it's game over. So as far as the options go you have 6 ones: Split diuretic evenly between three bottles Put 2/3 into target girl and 1/3 into any other bottle Put 1/3 into target girl and 2/3 into any other bottle Put 2/3 into target girl and nothing into other ones Put 1/3 into target girl and nothing into other ones Put all diuretic into target girl Out of order signs - first you collect pieces of paper (one inside the classroom, another one right outside), then take them to teacher's desk where the pen is. Once you craft the signs you can put them on either 1 or 2 stalls in girl toilet. Wrench - located outside the toilet, you can use it to break the sink, rendering the toilet unavailable for some time, forcing the target to use second floor one. What's worth of note with this one is it only seems to work if you poured 2/3 or all diuretic to the blue thermos. If you go 1/3 it's already repaired by the time she gets there. So, the endings:
  36. 4 points
    Because you are clearly disagreeing with a moderators decision. One that an admin is not going to bother reversing. If you're problem is with KozmoFox's reply, I will simply tell you that she is treating you with the amount of respect you're asking for. If you want to be treated like an adult, then start behaving like one. You have a history of immature topics and complaints that you've started but now that you've decided to throw a fit and report moderators for spamming? Downvoting our posts at random just because you don't like us? This is juvenile behaviour. I mean, if we're being honest here, the coffee here is pretty lousy.
  37. 4 points
    Also let's pull up some history: "I'm tired of not being able to watch vids on my IPad mini >:( though OmoOrg was better this way, some of us people can't afford a better computer!!" - the beautifully named "SUPPORT MOBILE AGAIN!" "So this is just like the other freemiums it says "its free" but in truth, you have to pay to be a pro or else your a noob no matter when you first started using it, go ahead omorashi white knights, reprt and get me banned, I was looking for free diaper girl sites anyways." - Omorashi.org is basically a paysite. No wait...hold on, you said you were looking for free diaper girl sites? Then why the fuck did you stay here in a place you clearly show disdain for? Nothing from "bans shouldn't affect reputation" that's noteworthy really. But I guess you probably took a ban to the dick before making this gorgeous little tidbit. You've sat and moaned about things you deem "wrong" (which, on both occasions, you've been called for yelling at nothing because that both times you've yelled over things that aren't even true. Actually...only once, one of which was just you screaming like a bitch about omorashi.org on mobile in the least civilized manner possible.) on this website and once people started calling you out and rightfully so, started downvoted your moronic behaviour, you cry to the admin of this site and believe your being wrongfully treated. I'm fairly certain I have a better chance of yelling at my grandfathers headstone and having him rise up from the grave to solve my minor problems than you have of this sites admin or admins running to your aid after the behaviour you've displayed.
  38. 4 points
    If you're whining about being given a warning for abusing the report system by wasting our time and think you can waste Kirito's time as well, I'll save you the trouble and let you know he gave me the go ahead to do it. In fact, I believe his exact words were "You can do it, or I will." Us staff have a jolly good time over such things. There's nothing you have to say that the administrator hasn't seen, doesn't already know, and hasn't already given us the go ahead to act on at our leisure. Abusing every facet of the site you can just because some people didn't like some things you posted and you got salty will just get you more of the same. You've already been warned for abusing the rep system. You've already been warned for abusing the report system. Are you really about to make things even worse for yourself by wasting Kirito's time? If I were you, I'd stop starting drama and learn to behave. Being a dick to everyone will get you nowhere, and that's that.
  39. 4 points
    This happened already over one month ago, but I have been really busy at work and couldn't write about it until now. I wrote before about my omorashi fetish tinder profile (link bellow). After some time and a (failed) relationship, I decided to try again. If you want to skip the how we met part, go to the "----omo part" mark on the story. On June during a trip to Tokyo I matched with this girl, really cute and innocent profile. I didn't start any chat as I thought she had swiped right by mistake (as it happens a lot of times) but surprisingly she started the talk (nothing sexual) and we slowly discovered we have a lot in common and continued the chat on "Line". We met once just for dinner two weeks later (short trip, I was too busy) and everything went smooth, ended with a short kiss at the Entrance of Shiba park before parting ways. We went on texting each other many times a day on Line and on September, when I had another business trip to Tokyo, we decided to spend a night together. She still lives with her parents, so I upgraded my hotel room to a double and went a day earlier so we could have a full day and night with each other. Since we hadn't talked at all about omorashi, I decided to go slow and just texted about how I was surprised to meed her using a fetish profile and if she really shared this fetish or was just curious about it. To my disappointment she just said she didn't even remember about my profile on tinder, which is very weird since I had omorashi pictures and said clearly what it was about on the description. But I didn't insist. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet her and I can definitely have fun without omorashi. We made a lot of plans, more than we could do on a hot September day. We met at a Starbucks around 1pm and had some iced coffee just to cool down and wait for the hottest part of the day to pass before heading for the art museum. Then saw the museum, tokyo tower, an ice cream shop she said was really good (and it was), walked along a canal, and finally dinner on a chinese restaurant nearby the hotel. We probably drunk a lot of water (bottled tea in her case) and didn't go to the toilet often since it was so hot, and I didn't count anyway since I wasn't expecting any pee-play. We were horny and soon after dinner went straight to the hotel. ---omo part I can't describe her personality well, she looks very shy and naive but at the same time very spontaneous and dorky. I must say I haven't met anyone like her in Japan, most Japanese women seem to "play the innocent" but they never look silly as some bad western stereotypes make people believe. In my experience here, taking a shower is the standard prelude to sex, so I was really surprised when, after a hot day in which we both sweat a lot, she just removed her dress, jumped on the bed and turned on the TV as if we were a long time couple. I'm honestly not into "cute" or "dorky" girls, so I was a bit weirded out by a 25 years old woman in underwear "drumming" on her belly with her hands and saying about how full she was. Despite that I could easily ignore the funny scene by her amazing body: she seemed chubby in clothes, but without I could see she was actually strong, her legs were firm and her ass was perfectly round, her boobs were perky with small pink nipples (C or D cup).... and she got wet easily After sex we had a shower, put on the hotel yukatas and went back to bed. She seemed quite sleepy so I didn't insist for another time, just kept cuddling. At some time she fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up to, out of nowhere, touching me and stroking my dick. She looked like she wanted to tell me something, I asked what was it but she just shook her head. Then she removed her yukata saying it was still too hot and continue the touching, going on top and kissing too once in a while, still making the "I want to ask something" face but not saying anything. After some time and my insistence on what she wanted, she finally stopped, looked away and said in this words "I want to pee", then looked in my face and asked "can I just do it 'like this'?" (kono mama ni shite ii?). I said a dry "yes" but she just continued making out despite a bit slower... a few seconds or a minute later she just peed, very suddenly full flow, she even stopped the kissing for a second as if surprised by herself, but then continued while still peeing. She seemed to be enjoying it fully by herself, didn't look into my face to see if I had any reaction, instead looked like she was in trance, just kissing and peeing. The sheets soaked and the pee pooling where her knees and my tights were on the bed, but she didn't stop until she was empty. I proceeded to remove her wet panties and we had sex one more time in the soaked bed. This hotel mattress had an impermeable cover of a leather-like plastic that we actually didn't know about (and I have never seen before), so we just put the towels there to soak the pee and I slept on top of the damp sheets/towels. In the morning I woke up first and was still excited about the previous night, so before shower I wanted to try doing the same she did. Throwing the blanket on the floor (since I didn't want to make it wet) woke her up, but she didn't seem to bother, and without saying anything I just relaxed and started peeing on my underwear, letting it run on my legs to the towels and sheets bellow. She just looked curiously and as soon as a finished put her hands inside my briefs. I went on masturbating her too and asked if she wanted to pee. She stopped, went again on top of me like the night before but a big higher, sitting on top of my crotch, and peed again- this time just half of what she did at night. We rubbed into each other until I came in my briefs. We still talk daily and this is becoming almost like a relationship. Unfortunately we live in different cities, but at the end of this month I will meet her again. We didn't mention anything about what we did, just that we had a good time together. I have no idea why she didn't say anything about omorashi before or even now, but I hope we can continue having fun whenever we meet.
  40. 4 points
    If you need to contact the administrator, you can do so at the "contact us" link at the bottom of any page, or right here: https://www.omorashi.org/contact/ But let me save you some time and tell you that the administration is already aware of the issue and stands by KozmoFox's decision. Tattling isn't going to solve your problems.
  41. 4 points

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  42. 4 points
  43. 3 points
    hey folks, this is a very hot clip from germany, hope you like it ;P PUBLIC PISS Haltestelle im hautengen Fick Anzug nass gepisst.mp4
  44. 3 points
    A magical gnome helped me rewrite the hard parts of this chapter, so it's out a little earlier than expected. While this chapter includes some minor desperation of the other kind, this series will not feature messing in any significant form. I have no qualms about writing about that type of stuff, but it's just not a big part of this story. Chapter 4 - Experiments: Day negative one [Minor poo desperation] [Major desperation] [Free peeing] Erisa's face when she got out of the bathroom was pretty incredible, but after that Lea's day ended up being kind of a slog. Her classes after lunch were really, really dull. Then, she had missed this during Recent History apparently, they had gotten an assignment she had to finish. 'Write an essay about an important event relating to relationship between Earth and the Federation during the early 2030s'. Lea cobbled together a text about the Northern Russia transaction, which ate up all of her time before dinner and more. "Urgh... Freakin' history. Who gives an assignment like this for their first class!?" Finished with her text, Lea sank into the beanbag in her room. Her bladder was sending her some rather angry signals at this point; she hadn't peed since morning. She checked her wrist for her next toilet time. 21:36 "Dangit, does the algorithm hate me or something?" She cursed inwardly. While she wasn't going to have too much trouble holding it for two more hours, she had hoped she could take a pee soon, and then go to bed early. The adventure with Erisa had been nerve-wracking, and Lea was pretty darn tired. Besides, 7:47, 12:50 and 21:36? Seriously? Aren't you supposed to get a fourth time certain days to prevent them from being too spaced apart? Nine hours isn't too spaced apart? Lea opted to just stay in her comfy fluffsack and read a book while she waited. Without looking, she grabbed the one lying on the table. 'Relic Hunter'. Good, that was the one she was reading right now. She felt herself sinking deeper into the beanbag as she flipped to the right page. After a while, the book started feeling very heavy in her hands. She vaguely registered the lights in her room automatically dimming and eventually going out. Lea was in a queue for a public toilet, the one near the harbor. She was first in queue. Behind her, a huge line of desperate girls and women. They were grabbing themselves, wiggling, massaging their bladders, doing everything to hold it in. But Lea needn't resort to such things. Her bladder was the fullest of anyone here, but it was a fortress of cast iron. She stood proud, maintaining good posture. It felt great. A cloaked figure exited the bathroom. The public toilet would wait 30 seconds before letting the next person in, but after that it was gonna be Lea. The girl behind her, a redhead who seemed a little younger than Lea was digging her jeans into her skin with her hands. "P-Please hurry...! I-I can't.." The girl was wearing some rather strange jewelry: earrings and a necklace made from whole crystals. Lea didn't answer. When the hand symbol next to the bathroom door turned green, she pressed it, then leisurely entered the tube-like building. The inside of the toilet was very clean and smelled nice, as it always did. Lea bent down and removed her teal panties, exposing her butt. She sat down on the toilet, but didn't pee yet. Her bladder certainly protested, but it felt like she'd be able to hold it forever. She adopted an evil grin as she squeezed the panties together, opening her hand to reveal they had shifted into a small monitor. Memory-fibers were very useful. She suspended the monitor in the air in front of her and went to work. Normally, the a toilet (public or not) would kick you out if it detected you weren't using it for more than five minutes. Lea quickly disabled that function. As she assumed total control of the federation-built bathroom, she set the walls to one-way transparency. Now, she could see everything happening outside, but no-one could see in. "A-ah..! Why is she taking so long.." The woman third in queue was shivering as she said this. She was wearing very fashionable clothes, a red vest over a print tee. Her bladder bulge was jutting out of her shirt and jeans, exposing just a little bit of midriff. Lea checked her monitor. It read: "964 ml". "I-I can't take this anymore! I-It's impossible, I'm going to explode!" For some reason, Ceel was in the queue, too. She squatted down right in the middle of the queue, exposing her quivering, shaved pee-hole. With Ceel's slightly spread legs, it was possible to see her impossibly distended bladder from Lea's position. "1840 ml" The splattering, hissing sound of pressurized liquid hitting concrete filled the air. Ceel moaned unabashedly. For the desperate line, that was the last straw. Some of the women simply wet themselves on the spot, or started leaking uncontrollably. Others quickly squatted and yanked their panties off to save the garments. The only dry girl remaining was the redhead in front. Her bladder bulged out despite her tight jeans. It seemed rock-hard. She started frantically knocking on the door. "C-come ou-ah! of there...! I'm so full..!" Before Lea's very eyes, the redhead's bladder seemed to expand. The girl kept hitting the door with one hand, while manically trying to unbutton her jeans with the other. Lea's monitor started displaying numbers. "797 ml" "846 ml" "896 ml" "950 ml". The girl was still hitting the door as hard as she could. Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang... Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang... Lea awoke rudely to the vicious pounding of her rock-solid bladder. She immediately grabbed herself. When she felt certain she her bladder was back under her control, she relaxed by just a little bit. She checked her morning toilet time. 7:57. Not too bad. Her body was aching for a toilet at this point, but she'd wait another thirty minutes no problem. Lazily, she got out of her beanbag and started heading towards the shower. The rest of the house was waking up alongside her; lights turned on as she walked though the hallway and she heard her sister shuffling out of her bed. She threw what she was wearing in the dirty-clothes bin, and set her teal panties aside at the panty-rack. To avoid wetting herself, she made sure the water was hot before she stepped into the shower. The slightly soapy hot water felt heavenly running down her moderately tone frame. The sound, however was a challenge. It was regrettable, but she couldn't really relax like this. Having an accident was one thing, but not in the shower. Never, ever, in the shower. She repeatedly had to raise her left knee to squeeze herself whenever she got a little too relaxed. The running water made her need attack her in waves. Eventually, this got too uncomfortable. She quickly switched to pure water and grabbed a towel to dry herself. She checked her panties on the rack and, satisfied that they had finished cleaning themselves, wrapped the towel around herself and headed back to her room to pick out some clothes. When she was finished with this, Lea went down the stairs to and headed into the kitchen. She found her little sister at the table, glued to her chair and staring awkwardly at her food. "G'mornin' Dot, seen mom today?" "U-um.. she left for work already." Dorothene Turnstar had a pretty stiff posture to her this morning, and she still wasn't touching her food. Lea ignored it and started making breakfast for herself, rummaging through the kitchen shelves as she kept her legs locked together. "So, what were you playing yesterday? A new o-" *Pfrrt* A fairly unappealing odor wafted through the air, offending Lea's nostrils. She looked judgingly upon her sister. After an awkward, quiet pair of seconds, Dorothene defended herself. "I-I can't help it! I was holding it in all night and now there's so much pressure I can hardly stand it!" Lea kept her judging gaze upon her sister. "And you didn't need to go yesterday evening?" Lea's bread popped out of the toaster. Dorothene winced and put her hands under her butt. She protested:"I-I... It was a bad toilet time! I couldn't go then!" Lea sighed in defeat. Her sister had a tendency to get distracted by what she was doing and miss her toilet times. Finding her at home, playing videogames with one hand and holding herself with the other was not at all uncommon. She set her breakfast on the table and started eating. It was a strange sight, the two sisters sitting at the table in the morning. Dorothene wasn't eating, instead she cupped her clenched butt while red-faced and sweating. Lea was faring a little better, but not by much at this point. While drinking, she banged her legs together and wrapped them around each other under the table. Every once in a while, one of the girls would check their wrists hopefully. Dorothene was the first to move from her seat. A quick glance at the wrist, and she was off towards the bathroom, holding her bottom. Lea got a very strange feeling. She followed her sister to the toilet. From inside, she could hear a muffled "pffrt", "plop" and moan (The residential toilets are not completely sound-proof, unlike the others). She double checked the current time to confirm her fears. 7:57 Lea's bladder pulsed. This wasn't supposed to happen. She and Dot lived in the same house, the algorithm was supposed to make sure they wouldn't get morning toilet times this close together. You were given a little bit of flexibility with your toilet times; you were still let in if you were one or two minutes late. She doubted Dorothene would be finished quickly enough, though. She considered her options, then headed outside. It was still early, and people were getting their morning pees around now. The public toilets should not be very crowded. Lea headed for the one closest to her home in a hurry. Lea couldn't believe her eyes. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense. The line was about twenty annoyed-looking women and girls long. Twenty women was at least a half hour wait, maybe more. She'd be late for school. And while she had been keeping dry so far, she had assumed she'd get to pee very soon ever since she woke up. Her bladder was reaching it's limit, her muscles tiring. Maybe she could sneak a pee outside somewhere? However, before Lea was able to make a decision, Erisa exited the bathroom, saw her, then walked up to greet her. "Good morning! Are you on your way to school?" Lea gave her friend a strange look, then glanced toward the queue. "Oh! Yes, it seems some construction has been interfering with the residential toilets of a few buildings in this area since yesterday. I made sure to wake up early so I could make my morning pee today..." Lea was constructing a plan while on her way to the school with Erisa. She didn't want to admit she was going to find a secluded spot and pee in the open to her friend, not after Erisa's incredible determination yesterday. However, they did not start the day in the same class; Lea could sneak off and pee in the bushes when they separated. When they made it to the school area, Lea was at the brink. It felt as though the contents of her bladder was a millimeter away from her quivering girlhood. In front of Erisa, she didn't want to outwardly express her extreme urgency, which made her hold even harder to maintain. As they walked past the school gates, Lea scanned the area for a private location. To her dismay, it seemed like the place was unusually bustling and full of people. When they reached the intersection between A- and B-building, Lea readied herself to make a run for the bushes behind the former, the place Ceel had peed at yesterday. "Where are you going?" At this, Lea's body tensed up. It wasn't part of her plan. "I-I.. The first class of the day. We're i-in different buildings..?" "Nope! New schedule since we have Recent History now, remember?" Erisa grabbed Lea's hand and dragged her along towards B-Building. Lea was wracking her mind. Thrice now, her plans had been foiled at the last possible second. A horrible revelation hit her. She was running out of time. She was running out options. If she followed Erisa to class, she would pee herself before class ended, 100%. She couldn't think of a good excuse to go back outside, and she wasn't even sure she'd make it at this point, anyway. As they reached the chemistry lab, she suddenly thought of something that might save both her dignity, and her panties. "Umm, ah- actually, Ms. Lee asked me to go check on my-mine and Elsanova's Crystallarium. I'll see you later in class." She let go of Erisa's hand and hurried into the lab. When inside, she finally had the privacy required to properly hold herself. She quickly opened the cupboard closest to herself with her free hand, revealing sets of large beakers; the same type as the ones used for crystal growth. While making the necessary preparations, her bladder felt like a ticking time bomb. She wasn't sure she even had ten seconds. Raising her skirt, moving the front of her still-dry panties to the side, positioning the beaker between her lower lips. And then, she started peeing. It wasn't Ceel's laser-like fire hose. It wasn't Erisa's spurting and leaking. Lea's pee was extremely controlled, in fact, she was practically still holding; only letting the liquid out as fast as she absolutely had to. Still, she couldn't help but let out some stifled squeals and moans. It felt wonderful to finally let go. When the beaker was about three fourths full, she stopped. She still wasn't finished with her pee, but it was much more manageable now. She took some time to examine the results of her desperate solution. Flipping the beaker revealed a grave error on her part. The label read "Ceel and Fannya" Lea was horrified. She had ruined another group's science project! In her desperation, she had missed the transparent crystals growing on the inner surface of the beaker. But before she had any time to dwell on this, she observed the strangest thing. The amount of liquid in the beaker seemed to decrease in volume and color. The urine became clearer until it resembled water with a light yellow tint. Then, the clear crystals in the beaker changed. Their surface cracked and got a discoloration, like rust. The crystals then shedded their coat revealing the new form beneath. Yellow crystals. Urene. End of Planet of Desperation, part 1. An update where I explain the future of this series will be posted tomorrow. It seems something else is about to happen, too.
  45. 3 points

    Version 1.0.0

    Well, here's the first installment of the Stephanie saga, a collection of stories from one very accident prone poster on ToiletStool.com from about 6 years ago named Stephanie who had both wetting and messing accidents. She began her time there with a story from the (then) present, where she's in college and has the first time since getting a shared room to mess herself on purpose. But she misjudges her timing after holding all weekend and loses it on the elevator to her dorm. And she also doesn't know her roommate is coming home sooner than expected! This comic is 18 pages long and is more diary styled, with her poses sidelining the detailed descriptions of her experience. I think it goes without saying this comic contains poop and messing. The only peeing scene is in the preview, albeit the censored version. Speaking of, continuing the trend of the last comic this one also has both a nude and non-nude version. The non-nude blurs or blacks out nudity and so the mess is only seen from the way her panties bulge out. The only poop shown there is in the x-ray sampled above and what can be seen thru her legholes. The nude one however shows everything, including what comes out of her butt as it comes out. But both versions include animated versions of the accident; 2 pages are gifs, one showing the bulge forming inside and out of her panties and the other showing it finishing thru an x-ray view. And just as usual there are high resolution and low resolution versions so you can choose between reading a smaller version or blowing them up for whatever details you like. A purchase gets you everything, you get to choose any or all of them. Aside from the few more poop accidents in the Stephanie series there are 2 other ones planned for this comic series overall. The sales of this one will really help gauge how well more of those could fare in the future. I understand poop isn't everyone's thing here so that's why I'm offering a version for folks like me who really just like the desperation and theory of it happening but stop at the smells and mess, as well as beefing this comic up with some animation to counteract the walls of text. I'm really blown away with how well these comics, especially that last one, have sold, and your messages of praise are wonderful to read. I'm glad I can be of true service here and definitely plan to keep at it until all the stories I originally shared in that thread are adapted and then some.

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  46. 3 points
    When Sosha discovers that Alisha has a wet diaper, she has Alisha lay down on the living room floor to change her in this video. Alisha is busy working on her tablet when Sosha comes in to check if she is wet. At first, Alisha denies peeing, but once Sosha checks her diaper and feels how squishy it is Alisha admits that she may have tinkled just a little bit. To Sosha, it seems that Alisha has wet her diaper more than just a small amount, so she has Alisha lay down on the floor to be changed. The camera moves overhead as Sosha proceeds to change her friend. First helping Alisha out of the wet diaper, before wiping her clean. Once Alisha is all cleaned up, Sosha applies powder, followed by a clean, dry diaper. With Alisha now freshly changed, they head off to get a snack. WARNING: The following images show Alisha getting her wet diaper change, and thus include nudity. Proceed at your own risk-
  47. 3 points
    Hey, thought I’d share my latest video in spire of some slightly embarrassing noise related mishaps. I have the night to myself, so decided to kick it off a few hours ago by getting some drinks in, with the end goal of weeing myself. This went smoothly. However, when the time came, and I sat on my mat and started videoing, I got a wave of performance anxiety lol. I was relaxing myself, but I wasn’t weeing. I relocated to the shower. Standing in it, knowing that cleanup is reduced significantly, sometimes makes things easier. But I still wasn’t weeing. So I pushed. After about two minutes (which I’ve cut), I finally started wetting myself. However, I’ve had tummy problems today. And while I thought I was clear of them for the time being, while pushing to wee, I also farted a few times. And had a (very minor, and not visible in the video) accident with one of them. This did not please me. Still, I’m glad I was in the shower at least lmao. And the drinks haven’t worn off yet, so I’ll share it anyway, even though it’s bad. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/166268515228/lesson-learnt-dont-push-too-hard-to-wee-yourself
  48. 3 points
    Late one afternoon I was sat in the library with a gorgeous curvy Italian girl I was sort of dating. She had finished drinking a large coffee quite some time ago and had been sat fidgeting in her seat for quite a while. She said she wanted to go out for a smoke break, and I joined her outside. We were out there for a few minutes and she could not stand still for a second, constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, moving from foot to foot and bouncing on the spot occasionally. She was wearing tight jeans which showed off her sexy bum and I could hardly keep my eyes off her! I didn’t mention it but it was very obvious to anybody watching her that she was absolutely desperate for the loo. As we headed back to our desks, she started to walk off in a different direction. I asked her if she was going to the cafe, and she stopped walking for a second and crossed her legs tightly. ‘No I have to pee!’ she said quietly, bounced on the spot and hurried off to relief. During a 3 hour exam one morning, a cute Chinese girl sitting next to me started fidgeting around and wriggling in her seat with about 30 minutes still to go. As the time got closer to the end, her fidgeting got more pronounced and she kept glancing up at the clock. After the exam ended we had to sit and wait for the papers to be collected, and during this time she was sat frantically bouncing her legs with her hands pushed down into her lap. Eventually we were allowed to leave and she walked very quickly to the nearby toilets, actually almost jogging in her hurry to pee. During one afternoon lecture we had a very attractive Portuguese lecturer. During the break around halfway through the lecture, I left to grab a drink from the water cooler in the library next door. As I was filling a cup I saw the lecturer come in and walk quickly towards the librarian’s desk. She bent forwards over the desk and asked her where the toilets were, jiggling on the spot a bit and raising one foot off the ground behind her. After getting directions she thanked the librarian and hurried off very quickly towards the loo. During an open day I attended before joining the university, we had to sit through some presentations before being taken on a tour of the campus. The very attractive brunette student showing us around was very fidgety and couldn’t keep still at all, and whenever we had to stop walking she immediately crossed her legs very tightly. I also noticed that one of the other girls in the group, a beautiful tall dark haired girl, was just as fidgety and also was constantly crossing her legs whenever we had to stop. I wondered if both girls needed to pee, as we had been served tea and coffee before the presentations (which had been quite long) and there was no loo break before starting the tour. Eventually, after a lot of fidgeting and leg crossing from both girls, we went back to the starting point ready for the final presentation. Although the presentation was ready to start, both girls hurried straight off to the loo first. Around lunchtime one day I was walking down the corridor in my student flat when one of my flatmates, a gorgeous slim blonde girl, came back after her morning exam. She hurried down the corridor towards me, almost jogging and looking flustered, smiled and said hi before stopping outside her room and jiggling up and down on the spot as she unlocked the door. I asked her how the exam went. Said she thought that it went OK, but mentioned that she couldn’t find the toilets afterwards so had spent the whole bus ride home ‘absolutely dying to go for a wee’. Despite her pee dancing she managed to finally get the door unlocked and hurried inside to the loo. One afternoon, some representatives from a local company had set up a stand in the atrium of the business school to advertise careers. As I looked through one of their leaflets I noticed that one of the ladies, a beautiful curvy brunette in her 30s wearing smart business suit, black tights and heels, was fidgeting around on the spot as she spoke to somebody and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. After she finished her conversation, she noticed me looking at the leaflet and came over to me, so we started chatting about the company and the type of careers they offer. The whole time we spoke, she was really fidgety and was alternating between shifting from foot to foot and crossing her legs really tightly. The toilets were right at the other end of the atrium so I wondered how long she had been standing there and if anyone had actually shown her where they were. She was showing all the classic signs of being absolutely desperate to go to the loo and didn’t really seem to be trying to hide it. I had to go into a lecture, so I thanked her for her time and left. When my lecture finally finished they had gone, so I don’t know how much longer she had to wait. One evening I was in the kitchen of my student flat making a cup of tea when I heard one of my flatmates, a really cute Chinese girl, come out of her room and walk down the hall to the bathroom, only to find the door locked as another flatmate was showering. I heard her sigh and went back to her room for a moment, before coming into the kitchen carrying a very large, empty mug. She said hi and put her mug down, then started to pace up and down the kitchen with her arms folded, before stopping and turning towards me, bouncing from foot to foot. She sighed again in frustration, bending forwards for a second while squeezing her thighs together, before straightening up and stamping her foot. ‘I’m waiting to get into the bathroom but somebody’s in the shower’ she said, looking annoyed, then started pacing again as we chatted. Sometimes she would stop at the door with her legs crossed, leaning forwards to check if the bathroom was free, before sighing and resuming her pacing, occasionally stopping to jiggle on the spot or dance from foot to foot. After a few minutes, she went to knock on the bathroom door, then came back into the kitchen and resumed her dancing. ‘I wish he’d hurry up, I desperately need a wee’ she moaned. Finally, after much more pacing, dancing, bending and leg crossing, the bathroom became free and she muttered ‘Oh god, finally!’ and literally ran inside. One morning in the same student flat, I was nearly finished having a shower when I heard some frantic knocking on the door. I was a bit annoyed about it so I decided to really take my time and stayed in there a few more minutes, only to hear the knocking again. I came out to find nobody there, but I could hear some female voices coming from the kitchen. I shouted that the bathroom was free, and one of my flatmate’s friends, a very pretty red haired girl wearing her pyjamas, came hurrying out of the kitchen with her hand planted firmly between her legs! She was giggly and red in the face, and quickly took her hand away when she saw me in the corridor. She smiled at me, looking embarrassed, and as she hurried past me towards the bathroom she muttered ‘Sorry, I’m bursting!’. My flatmate later apologised for her friend knocking, explaining that she had woken up desperate for a wee and had been waiting in the bedroom for one of our other flatmates to finish showering, and then before she could get into the bathroom I beat her to it, so she had been dancing around the kitchen for ages urgently waiting her turn.
  49. 3 points
    Five minutes to three. It was time to go on duty. Sam grabbed his knapsack and exited the classroom. In a way, he hated to leave. Mr. Cordovian was a boss science teacher, and Sam was interested in everything he talked about. But to be a Patrol Boy: That was a feather in his cap that Sam just couldn't pass up. Sam had not applied to be a Patrol Boy. He knew he would never be chosen. Patrol Boys were from the in-crowd, the jocks, the swells, none of which included Sam. Then came the deployment. Several boys had dropped out of the Patrol Boys when their families moved, as the Brigade deployed to Korea. Miss Quinmorton, the Patrol Boy Director, had come to Sam and personally asked him to step in and become a Patrol Boy. Sam was flabbergasted, but "No" was not on option, so, here he was fast-walking down the hall and out the door to get to his post at stoplight a block down from school. Patrol Boys, as Sam had learned, fulfilled a vital function at this and other intersections. There was a policeman assigned to the intersection morning and evening, but little kids: Sometimes they got confused or forgot when to cross, or got to horsing around and stepped into the street in front of traffic. Patrol Boys stood at the curb, making sure all younger students stayed behind them, until told to cross. The Patrol Boy's word was law. Woe betide anyone disobeying a Patrol Boy, and double woe betide any Patrol Boy late to his post, or not paying attention to his duties. Proud of his Patrol belt, Sam never showed up late, and absolutely never allowed his attention to be diverted. Miss Quinmorton had complimented his good performance, and Sam intended to maintain his good record. Doing so presented no problem for Sam, for Sam was a responsible boy. However, being a Patrol Boy did present Sam with one little problem. Sam walked to and from school, so taking a few minutes to go the boy's room before leaving school was no problem. But Patrol Boys had five minutes to get from class to their assigned places. There was no leaving a couple of minutes early to run to the bath room; not even Patrol Boys left class before five to three. Thus, Sam more or less had to pee every afternoon when he was on duty. Sam had never peed his pants on duty, but twice he had done so trying to make it home after he was dismissed from duty. Today, however, Sam really had to go; I mean REALLY! The milk truck had delivered extra milk that morning, so students were encouraged to help themselves. Four half-pint cartons made a quart, and Sam, who loved milk, relished this unexpected bounty. But, as the afternoon passed, Sam's kidneys had busily converted that delicious milk into pee, and four half-pints felt like four gallons in Sam's bladder. But, Sam was a Patrol Boy first of all. He already had given up the hope of reaching home with dry pants; he just hoped -- even prayed -- that he could complete his duty, before the unavoidable happened. "Let's go; Stand back; stop; wait." Sam went through his routine just as he should. The sweat on his forehead, however, and the telltale hand squeezing his crotch made it obvious that Sam was desperate. Sam heard some little girls tittering: "He's about to pee his pants." Sam felt the flush on his face, but he pretended he didn't hear. Five minutes to go. Another spasm gripped his bladder. The pee felt like it was right at the tip of his peepee. No! Sam felt a squirt in his underpants. Sam got control, only to lose it again. His underpants felt wet and warm, but it wasn't showing, yet. The next spasm hit like a Tsunami. Tsunami, Sam mused; that's what they were studying in Mr. Cordovian's class. This, however, was no Oceanic tsunami. It was a dam burst, a unstoppable stream splashing into Sam's underpants, running down his thighs, his calves, into his shoes, and into the gutter. Thank goodness all the students had gone. Maybe no one would see. Finally, time to head for home. Running in wet pants is no fun, but Sam headed home as fast as he could. He would throw his pants in the washer and take a shower before Mom or Dad got home. Yes, Sam would come through his crisis okay. The rest of the year proved uneventful. As Sam hoped, no one ever mentioned his accident, so probably no one had seen it. Sam gave a thank you every time he remembered. He alone would bear the memory. On promotion day, students were recognized for this and that honor, before being sorted into next year's classes. Sam paid little attention. He was a good student, but honors always went to the in crowd. Hodie elbowed Sam in the ribs. "That's you, Sam; get going." Miss Quinmorton stood at the mike, and was actually calling Sam's name. Confused, Sam stood up, worked his way to the aisle, and went up to the stage. Miss Quinmorton smiled, then spoke into the mike. "This year's Top Patrol Boy award goes to Sam Stronbach." The students clapped. Sam didn't know what to say; he was glad he didn't have to say anything. But Miss Quinmorton was speaking again. "Sam never missed a day on duty, he never showed up late, and he always discharged his duties exactly as he should." Miss Quinmorton bent closer to the mike: "Most you don't even know this, and I imagine Sam himself doesn't even know I know, but one day Sam actually peed his pants, rather than leaving his place early. Utter silence broke into peels of laughter. Sam was stunned. His face burned with embarrassment. His mouth hung open. He couldn't move. Then, Sam peed his pants -- again.
  50. 3 points
    I personally enjoy when other descriptive language implies events without directly describing them. Things like: I felt waves of pressure coarse through me. I was desperately fighting the urge to cry, my legs swaying and intense willpower overtaking my senses, I clutched myself as if to block the exit, begging my body for mercy. But I was fighting a losing battle with the humiliating inevitable. My muscles submitted. I bit my lip in blissful relief, temporarily discarding my reservations. The agony subsided as I relieved myself, my thighs dampening and warming as its odour scorched my nostrils. An involuntary groan of ecstasy escaped me as liquid cascaded down my legs, flowing around my feet. Tears rolled down my cheek and landed on my chest as the pleasure of the ongoing flow shot bolts of lightning through my nervous system. Et cetera. 😛