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  1. At 10:30, Ann was feeling hopeful. On the one hand, she hadn't peed for 12 hours straight, and the squatting, standing, stretching, and climbing ladders that shelf-stacking involved had put her distended bladder in very uncomfortable situations, threatening to empty itself every time she jiggled it or reached too high. On the other hand though, she hadn't so much as dribbled in her pee break, and now that her stacking was done she'd be able to stop aggravating her bladder and just stand still behind the till until lunch. Ann thought she might just make it these last two hours before sweet relief was hers. Helen came hurrying over with a nervous look on her face, her hands repeatedly brushing the back of her skirt against her legs. "Ann could you do me a favour please?" She asked, eyes darting around, "Is there something on the back of my skirt?" "No, I don't think so." She lied, noticing the shiny wet mark running from just below Helen's bum to the hem of her denim dress. "Why? Did you sit in something?" Relieved, Helen grinned and told Ann all about her little experience. "The till's unattended now. Could you go and take over from me?" Helen asked, "I'm really sorry about my mess, I'll come and clean it up as soon as I change. Do you need me to get you a change of pee break too?" "No thanks, I'm still all dry. I'm a big girl!" Ann mocked, gingerly stepping over to the till, noting the little puddle on the floor and praying that she wouldn't be making her own before lunch. From her vantage point she could see Helen waddle over to the vending machine and begin the surprisingly discreet process of removing her full pee break and replacing it with a fresh one. She imagined how Helen's empty bladder must feel, trying to remember what seemed like an eternity ago: the time when she didn't have to pee. The heat between her legs intensified as her thighs squeezed together, helping her exhausted urethra contain her ocean of piss and for a moment she considered just letting go. "Do you have to go potty?" A voice snapped her out of her daydream. "Sorry, sir?" She looked at the customer standing in front of her, confused. "I said do you have Harry Potter?" "Yes, sorry sir, over there." She pointed. Helen came back with a bucket and mop and began to clean up her mess. Ann served a few customers, but was constantly distracted by the sloshing of the water in the mop bucket, reminding her of her own enormous container of liquid sloshing about inside her. "Helen, are you done yet? This isn't helping!" She snapped. "Sorry, Ann. I can still smell the pee. I won't be long." "Are you sure it isn't yourself you're smelling? You didn't exactly manage to clean up properly after you pissed your pants." Helen blushed and thought about her poor knickers that she'd soaked, she reached under her dress and felt their dampness through her tights. "Maybe you're right. Sorry, I'll, go and empty this bucket." "No. Wait." Something occured to Ann, "I'll do it." "No, that's ok." Said Helen, "it's my mess, I'll finish cleaning up." "No, please, I insist." Ann replied. "No, don't be silly, I don't want to make things harder for you with your full bladder. You stay here." "Oh for f***'s sake! I need to piss in the bucket before I empty it!" she snapped again, picking up the bucket and hobbling over to the cleaning cupboard on the other side of the shop. She dumped the bucket of swirling liquid on the floor, pushed down on the cupboard's handle and, for the first time in her adult life, a jet of pee shot out uninvited into her pants. Her face flushed red as she clamped her left hand between her legs, struggling with the unmoving handle with her right. Another spurt came out and she panicked. She got it under control but as she fumbled for a second with the button on her jeans a long slow leak began. She yanked her jeans and panties down in one jittery motion and let her waters gush out into the bucket. She sat, perched on the lip as pee flowed and flowed from her aching bladder, tingling and heating up her privates. The noise of her urine splashing against the water echoed around the shop, but Ann couldn't care less. "Oh. I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Helen as she came round the corner, keys in hand. "I thought you'd need these."
  2. I don't know if this has been done, but I don't remember ever seeing it here anyway. What is the most expensive thing you've peed in? I've peed in £40 designer underwear before, which is probably my most expensive on purpose. I leaked quite a lot in my best suit though on the way home from a job interview once. It was a gift so I don't know how much it cost, but it was probably the most expensive thing I've had an accident in (luckily it dried invisible so the dry cleaner never knew!)
  3. I've suggested letting a little pee out in your pants as a forfeit in a drinking game a couple of times. It's especially good at pre-drinks when everyone's in going out clothes. It happened a few times in my friendship group at uni, and for most of those the dare wasn't even my idea! I'll tell you about the ones I remember (names changed.) Amy refused at first because she was only wearing a thong, but peer pressure convinced her and we all got to see a little trickle go as far as her knee. The next time Michael did it but ended up with a golf ball sized wet spot on his chinos. We told him it wasn't in the spirit to change before we went out but he did anyway. After me suggesting it twice, it sort of became a standard forfeit and happened on a couple of other occasions. I had to do it once, but had better bladder control than my flatmate and managed to just wet my boxers a little. (I was wearing some lovely pink ones that showed off the patch when I pulled my jeans down to show them.) I'm sure it happened more than this but the only other time I can remember was Fiona saying she'd done it, but refusing to show us the evidence. Eventually Amy convinced her and she pulled down her jeans to reveal a perfectly dry pristine pair of white knickers. She claimed that she was too well trained to have an accident. We weren't impressed but let her off. A few minutes later she went to the toilet, came back, and said that to be a good sport she'd just pulled her jeans straight back up without wiping, so she'd practically peed in her knickers. We believed her and decided it counted, but I'm still sad we never got to see those wet undies! Seeing my friends pee openly also made me wonder if they were doing it secretly too. I know I leaked more than the one time I had to show them. I like to think they did too!
  4. "Are you ok, miss? You look quite uncomfortable." said a concerned customer as Helen tried to simultaneously scan his purchases and relieve herself. "Yes sir, sorry. I'm fine. We got new uniforms today and I'm just getting used to them." The customer looked around to see the workers all in various black and white outfits, wondering what she meant by new uniform, but decided not to press her on it, handing over his money and leaving slightly confuswd. Helen was starting to worry. It had been nearly 90 minutes since she'd put her per break in, two and a half hours since she'd squatted in the shower and let the previous evening's pints of cider had gushed down the drain (she was nothing if not environmentally friendly), and still she'd been unable to pee. She was starting to worry about overfilling the pee break; would two and a half hours fit? She wasn't desperate, but she had to go and didn't fancy waiting until her lunch break. It was now or never, but nothing would come out. It had been so easy in the managers' meeting where they'd been introduced to the technology. She'd thought it strange being asked to go to the bathroom at 10 if she was going to attend the meeting at 12, but understood after the boffin from the pee breaks company explained the technology. Sat around the table in the meeting room, the four managers had slipped their pee breaks into position and let loose, laughing at Mike who had forgotten about the 10 o clock pee and had to clamp his hand over his penis to stop before he soaked his jeans, shuffling desperately out into the corridor to finish his pee in the toilet. She thought back to the meeting and tried to imagine how it felt, hoping to encourage nature along. She tried to feel the warmth and wetness spreading over her genitals and quickly being wicked away by the pee break. She imagined how it compared to the time she'd peed in a traffic jam, the similar relief and feeling in her knickers, and the differences: the lack of warm pee pooling around her bum, the confidence of doing it on purpose rather than embarrassment and defeat as it forced its way out. Still nothing happened, she was as dry as she was an hour ago. She gave up and squatted down to get a new till roll. As she squatted she sneezed and a dribble of pee came out. Instinctively she clenched and stopped it, squeezing her thighs together as she stood back up. Only when she'd inserted the new till roll did she realise what she'd just done. Eureka! Helen squatted again and began to pee, letting it out slowly and steadily for fear of overwhelming the pee break. She basked in the warmth and the relief for a few seconds, only to be interrupted, "Excuse me. Can I pay for these please?" Again she clenched instinctively and stopped the flow, looking up at the customer like she'd caught her in some naughty act. "Of course, one second," said the still-crouching Helen, relaxing again to restart her pee. She slowly straightened up, managing to keep the gentle flow going as she did so. "That'll be £16.98 please." She told the customer as her bladder continued to empty into the warm, wet pee break. Just as the payment had almost gone through and Helen's bladder was almost empty, a leak ran down the inside of her left thigh. "Shit." She muttered under her breath as she clenched for a third time. "Are you ok?" asked the customer. "Yeah, it's nothing. Don't worry. Have a nice day!" Helen dismissed the customer. She considered going to the machine and taking a fresh pee break to finish off, but the current one seemed to have dried, and the temptation to was too great. She squatted again, relaxed a final time, and let the remainder of her bladder empty. To her dismay, it poured over the saturated pee break, dripping and splattering over the floor, wetting her knickers and leaving what she hoped wasn't a noticeable damp patch on her skirt. Oh well, she thought, at least she was empty now.
  5. Ann was walking down the high street with a nearly bladder, sipping at her cup of coffee. It was 8:25 in the morning and, even though this was now her second cup of coffee, she hadn't yet had her morning pee. She wasn't worried. She was only 5 minutes from work, and it was her policy to pee on company time, not her own. She loved to sit in the bathroom while on shift for far longer than she needed, earning money throughout her prodigiously long pee breaks. At 8:30 she clocked in to start her shift and headed straight for the bathroom where, much to her now-full bladder's dismay, the door was locked shut and a strange yellow vending machine had been installed on the wall. A voice from behind shocked her as she tried again to push the door open. "I see you found our new pee break system." said Helen, her manager. "What is it?" asked Ann "how do I get in?" "Oh, you don't. The bathroom is out of bounds unless you're on a lunch break. The company decided we were losing too much time to toilet breaks, and installed this new solution. If you have to go on shift, you just take a "pee break" from the machine and carry on working." Ann didn't understand, but she did very much 'have to go', so she hit the button on the machine and what looked like a thin panty liner fell into the tray. "What's this?" she demanded. "That's your pee break." Answered Helen, "Just pop it in your knickers and carry on with your work while you go. It's an incredible piece of technology, easy to insert, comfortable to wear, and designed to hold two hours worth of urine without smelling or getting wet." "What if I have more than two hours worth in my bladder?" "You shouldn't," Helen explained, taking the 'pee break' and sliding it into place under her dress, "it doesn't take any of our staff here more than two hours to get in, and we've budgeted for one pee break each every two hours." "But I've got a whole night's worth in here." Ann complained, rubbing her distended bladder, "Can you let me into the bathroom please? I really have to go." "Oh no. I'm sorry, it's on a time lock." frowned Helen, adjusting her dress, "You can have the first lunch break though if you like, it's only four hours away." "And you can wear one of these in case you leak." she suggested, hitting the button again, "I wouldn't try letting go in it though, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself." Ann took the 'pee break' and stared at it as Helen returned to the counter. She tried pushing the toilet door one more time to no avail, crossing her legs to relieve some pressure and wondering how on earth she would hold it for four more hours. She unbuttoned her jeans, pulled her knickers out at the front and slid the pee break under her clamped-shut urethra, gingerly trying not to aggravate her bulging bladder. To her surprise, the technologically advanced pad somehow found its position easily and stayed in place. With a grimace and a quick squeeze of her crotch, Ann turned around and walked carefully to the storeroom to collect the books for stacking.
  6. I went out drinking with some friends the other week and decided to hold it as long as I could. I managed 5 pints over two and a bit hours before I was desperate and had to go. When I got to the toilet though my pad (I always wear protection when I'm holding in front of friends) was soaked, but I had no idea I'd been peeing. So for me it's something less than 5 pints!
  7. I'd go for option 1. I've only ever won one per holding competition, bit if I never got over 5 I'd easily be able to win! 1. Your bladder capacity is halved when you're in direct sunlight. 2. Your bladder capacity is halver whenever someone talks directly to you.
  8. I feel like my bladder only empties fully when I sit down so I always use a toilet (unless there isn't a clean one available, then I try and hold it or use a urinal if I can't hold anymore).
  9. I was stationary on a motorway for four hours a couple of years ago on the way to a friend's house. I really had to pee about an hour in but decided to try and hold it until I got to a toilet, not knowing how long I'd be stuck. I was in agony by the time I got there and pissed uncontrollably into my pants as I stood up getting out of the car. To make matters worse my friend had come out of his house to meet me and saw the whole thing. I should have just wet myself on the motorway and stopped somewhere to clean up and change before I got there.
  10. Is anyone on here from an Islamic background or know anything about Islam? I had a friend at uni who was an observant Muslim and she once told me that she would never pee in a toilet that was facing towards or away from Mecca, and that if she ever didn't quite make it she had to go and change all her clothes as soon as possible. Are these Islamic rules or just her habits? And does this mean that Omorashi and Islam are incompatible?
  11. We used to hang out as a group of three girls and two boys. When we had to pee we'd all go in the bushes, so we saw everything. One of the girls taught us what to do though, so the other boy and I used to squat and we all assumed that was how everyone peed outdoors. I was 15 the first time I saw a boy pee outdoors standing up!
  12. I'd go for B. I'd have to wear protection, but with A I'd miss the lovely relief from empyting a painfully full bladder too much! If you knew you were going to wet yourself at work tomorrow (at the most embarrassing moment possible) would you: 1. Go in wearing only a diaper on your bottom half. 2. Go in dressed normally.
  13. This happened a while ago now. I haven't posted it until now because I was worried it is a fetishization of the experience of trans people. I want to be clear that although I had three or four fun experiences that week, all of them carried a sense of shame and sympathy, and that most of the week was an un-arousing experience of worrying about when I was next going to get to pee. If anyone does think this is inappropriate then I will refrain from posting about the rest of the week and delete this experience. Anyway, on with the parts you lot will find interesting! When I was at university I ran a crafting society. We would meet up in a pub and knit, crochet, origami, cross stitch, collage, whatever you fancied doing. It was more about the gathering together and chatting than the crafts, but the treasurer, secretary and I were quite keen on crafting! One evening we met with a relatively low turnout. It was just me, the treasurer Ellie (not her real name), and a trans man James (not his real name) who had only recently come out. James had the habit of always leaving before everyone else (about an hour into the meeting) and with it just being the three of us this time I asked about it, wondering if he had another regular commitment he went to and if we could change times to accommodate him. He said, "I'm just going home, to be honest I'd love to stay but it's a half-hour walk and I have to pee." We realised that we were meeting in a pub with only gendered toilets, and after the university's gender-neutral toilets and the cafes nearby we're closed. James encouraged us to "check our pee privilege" as he put it. We cis folk have it far easier than we can imagine. The three of us talked about what we can do about it and we ended up signing the petition for more gender-neutral toilets on campus, meeting in a different place, and (on his suggestion) spending a week in James' shoes. We both agreed not to go in a gendered toilet until the end of next week's meeting, and to only use a disabled toilet in an absolute emergency. Once we'd agreed, James went home and left us to finish our drinks. The topic of conversation changed and we bought another pint each, by the time we were nearly through those I realised I had to pee. I told Ellie I was going to head off, so she downed her drink and told me to wait for her as she walked towards the back of the pub. I called out to her, "Remember what James said!" and she begrudgingly came back, grabbed her coat and walked out of the door. It was winter, so as we walked in the cold air our need increased. "Can I use your loo please?" Ellie asked as we got near to my flat. I (both sincerely and because an attractive girl clearly needed a wee) asked if she thought it was in the spirit of the week in James' shoes to ask to use a friend's loo when James probably wouldn't. She said that it probably wasn't and kept walking. When we reached my flat I bid Ellie goodnight and headed in, glad at the chance to relieve my bloated bladder. "It's probably not in the spirit for you to go now either though, Harry. James lives nearer to me than you, so he'd still be waiting to go at this point." My bladder probably heard this, and a dribble came out into my boxers in protest. But she was probably right, and I'm always up for a challenge so I said I'd wait for another 15 minutes. About 5 minutes later she texted me: "I can see why he always leaves so early. This is agony!" Almost immediately followed by "oh shit a bit just came out." And then "sorry, that was a bit graphic." By this point I was absolutely bursting. I was considering just cheating and going earlier but my flatmate had just arrived home and gone straight to the bathroom. When I heard the shower start up I knew I was in trouble. I went into my room and took my shoes and jeans off, dribbling every time I bent over, to find a wet patch the size of a small apple on my boxers. I held myself tightly and silently willed my flatmate to hurry up. By the time he was finished I had soaked my boxers and was at my absolute limit, my muscles rapidly quivering to keep me from a full blown accident. I grabbed my towel, held it in front to hide my accident and ran into the bathroom. I didn't even manage to shut the door before I lost control. I sat uncontrollably peeing through my boxers into the toilet, looking at the puddle I'd made while locking the door, feeling a weird combination of shame, arousal, and sympathy for James.
  14. Part of what shocked me was that wetting herself wasn't something that she thought of as the worst possible thing that could happen. I assume, and I think most of the fiction on this site assumes, that people would rather be desperate than wet themselves. But she just decided to go in her knickers without even begin desperate.
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