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    LochBlk52 reacted to StubbornBunny in I met a member and we had a public wetting meet!   
    Earlier this week i met up with a good friend from here and we decided to have.. some fun! It started out finding a public park in between both of us, He lives near London and I live in Nottingham. We agreed on a spot in Northampton and i fount a great public park! 
    I was getting excited just from the thought! We met later that night, and arrived at the park. It was dark then, around 7-8pm. The park had little lighting but enough on the paths that we could have been spotted. I wore blue jeans and he wore black jeans. We had a good walk around the park talking when i thought it was time to get to business! 
    I went under a street light in the park, and decided to let a little out. I was pretty desperate at this point as i had been driving for an hour and a half or so. 
    I let loose and you could see immediately the wetness starting to show on my blue jeans. It felt amazing! It was then his turn which he also made a nice wet patch on his black jeans.
    After we walked for a bit more,when i became a little more daring. I decided to do a hugee leak walking down the main street with lots of lighting! (For some reason when i'm with someone whos also doing a wetting or is into it, I get more daring lol)
    I started walking and opened the flood gates, it came pouring out and my jeans turned dark almost instantly. It was very noticeable. A few cars drove by before i darted back into the park. The thrill was AMAZING. I felt a little bit more left in the tank and at this point i was really turned on and hard. I'm a straight male but get turned on by anything wetting, the member who i was with is gay. I know he would of liked to have seen the bulge so i showed him and i think its safe to say he liked it lol. 
    I let out my last little bit in my jeans and showed him my boxers after. I was wearing grey boxers and they was drenched. After we had both finished, we walked around for a little while before we set off back home! 
    It was such a good experience and something i'd love to do more with others! 
    Hope you guys enjoyed my little story, i didnt manage to get any pics but if it happens again i will definitely take some! 😉 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to OrionsBelt in A Prince's Quest for a Bulging Bride   
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    Almost a year has gone by since Prince Barone announced his quest for a wife, and he had not found a woman that could hold for as long as he wished. The attractive prince certainly had plenty of pursuers in the kingdom, everything from noble women and their daughters to peasants and the daughters of famous merchants to even nuns willing to revoke their oath to Christianity for the chance at the Prince’s love. None of them were able to hold the 100 hours the Prince had required of them. The farthest any of the female candidates could muster was a little over a day at 30 hours. Certainly beyond respectable for any normal person, but the Prince simply wasn’t satisfied. Most of those offering their love to him could barely last it through the day. Granted, all of the women that came forward to him certainly did their best; Prince Barone got to see some truly desperate women as they hung on as long as they could even with their relatively meager bladders.
     The Prince sighed in his quarters, looking wistfully out his window at the setting sun, wondering if anyone out there in the kingdom was capable of fulfilling the role as his wife and princess. Perhaps he should tone down his requirement, make it 50 hours, instead? He recalled the servant girls that routinely clutched their bursting, pulsing, sloshing bladders with days of piss. He could make one of them his wife, but still the Prince did not want to settle. He felt that the only woman he could truly love was one absolutely pregnant for days, if not weeks, with a burden of boiling, frothing piss inside.
    A knock came on the door to his bedchamber.
    “Yes, come in.”
    “My Prince, you have a visitor.” A servant girl peeked into his room. It was the same one that he had hold for three agonizing days for using his chamberpot. Barone eventually came to know her as Amelia.
    “Who is it, Amelia?”
    Amelia presented herself. As was the norm at this point, Amelia had a hardy, noticeable bulge in her belly. The situation with the servant girls had not been addressed, even a whole year later. It’s clear Amelia was still under its effect, as she shivered and squirmed and lightly bobbed her legs after holding her urine perhaps all day.
    “It’s a maiden, wishing for your attention with the hopes to be your wife.” Amelia stated with a bit of a shiver in her voice. Her eyes eyed the empty chamberpot in Barone’s privy, just past the open door, looking enviously upon it as her bladder pulsed with urgency and need.
    The prince perked up. It was rather late to be taking visitors, but the hope that this could be the one to be encouraged him to investigate.
    “I’ll be right down.”
    * * *
    The light of dusk glowed through the windows of the castle’s main hall, where Prince Barone could see a woman waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. Her smooth peachy-pale skin glowed with the light of the setting sun. She was short, no more than five feet and two inches, and she had a bit of weight she carried well around her midsection, as well as her large bosom, thick thighs, and curvy behind. She wore a simple but attractive dress and tights, perfectly formed around her figure, with her dirty blonde hair flowing in soft curves. The prince found her to be rather cute in appearance, enamored by her looks upon first impression. However, he had his own unique standards she would have to achieve in order to win his love.
    “Welcome to the castle, I hear you called for me?”
    “My prince, it is so good to finally speak to you, I have waited eagerly for the past year for our meeting. My name is Cecilia.” She bowed to the prince.
    “It is lovely to meet you, Cecilia. I hear you have come to try to win my love and be made my bride?”
    “Ohh yes my prince. I find you simply dashing and charming when I see you out in public, and I will do whatever you wish to earn the right to be your bride.” Cecilia flirtatiously began squeezing her breasts together between her arms.
    The prince caught himself eyeing up her squished mammaries, and even felt a slight erection perk in his trousers.
    “I’m sure you know it will take more than a little flirting to persuade me.” The Prince crossed his arms.
    “Oh, of course. I’ve heard rumors about what you wish to find in the woman that have already come to you. I assure you I am ready.” She gave a playful little wink.
    “I see. Word had to travel eventually. What makes you think you are better prepared than the other woman who has come vying for the place as my bride?”
    “My prince, I would have come as soon as you announced your quest. However I wanted to be sure I was ready. I had a large bladder to begin with a year ago, it was something I was most proud of and enjoyed. However, I have spent the past year making sure my bladder and I we’re ready to meet your demands.” Cecilia said proudly.
    Prince Barone’s interest was piqued to the fullest extent possible. Finally, had he found someone who would fulfill his dream of a massive-bladdered wife to be his princess, and eventually his queen?
    “Hahaha, I see the rumors you’ve heard are rather accurate. I admire your commitment and I rather fancy you, I do hope your claims of a large bladder hold up.”
    “Of course my prince! In fact, I’m happy to report I had not felt relief since waking up this morning, and I barely even feel the least bit of pressure in my bladder.”
    “That is good to hear, Cecilia. Come, it is getting late, let me show you to your chamber where you will rest for your stay here while I judge you.”
    * * *
    Cecilia and Barone conversed further, idle talk to get to know each other. Cecilia was the daughter of a successful tailor in the kingdom, and she was taught as a seamstress in her father’s business, making beautiful dresses for nobles and cheap yet good clothing for the farmers and working-women of the kingdom. She found it rather enjoyable, and would spend all day and even nights working on her craft. This is where her large bladder came in handy, as she worked for hours and hours without the thought of a relieving piss, and sometimes being so exhausted from a day’s work that she would collapse into bed with a ragingly full bulging bladder in her abdomen that would not leak a single drop until the morning after, perhaps even longer. Prince Barone was impressed with her account, but was far more interested in her actions rather than her words.
    The prince showed Cecilia her plain but serviceable room she would be staying in for the duration of her test. It was just down the hall from the Prince’s bedchamber. The room had its own chamberpot, but the Prince had it removed for obvious reasons.
    “You should be all set. Be sure to get plenty of rest, as the true nature of your test would begin the next day. Speaking of which, I have a little present for you before you go to sleep.”
    A servant girl quickly caught up to the Prince with a large jug of water, equalling five liters of clear, cool liquid.
    “Your very first task is to drink this jug in its entirety before you rest.”
    Cecilia looked upon the large, heavy jug. Five liters was certainly more than she was used to drinking, but she knew if she wanted to win the prince’s love she would have to get serious.
    “Yes, my prince!”
    Cecilia took the heavy jug and immediately took large chugs out of it. She could feel the cool water hit her stomach and quickly fill it up. She took some breaks to catch her breath, while Barone casually observed her slurp up her tasked liquid.
    A few minutes and five liters later, Cecilia pulled the empty jug away with a huge sigh, her abdomen already distended from just the water in her belly.
    “Well done Cecilia. I have high hopes for you, I do hope you don’t disappoint.”
    “I will not, my Prince, I’ll hold for as long as you possibly wish me to. You are the master of my bladder, and I will not release its contents until I get your permission.”
    “That is what I love to hear. Goodnight, sweet Cecilia!”
    “Goodnight, Prince!”
    * * *
    The sun shone on the great kingdom once again; the next morning had arrived. Prince Barone was eager to check in on his newest subject, as he opened the door to Cecilia’s chamber to greet her. There he found a naked Cecilia, getting ready for a bath.
    “EEK!” Cecilia tried to cover herself with a cloth towel.
    “Oh dear! My apologies!” Barone covered his eyes to avert seeing Cecilia in the nude.
    “Oh! It’s you my prince! Forgive me, I didn't mean to yell.”
    “No, I’m sorry for forgetting to knock. I was just eager to know how you slept and how you were doing.”
    “Hehehe~. That’s very thoughtful of you. You don’t need to cover your eyes, I don’t mind if it’s you.”
    The prince lowered his hand to find Cecilia’s curvy form dipping her toes in a preheated bath. Her behind and thighs looked voluptuous and smooth, with a small chubby tummy and large breasts with appointed nipples greeting Barone’s vision. His pelvic member stiffened at the sight.
    “Ahhhhhhh…” Cecilia sighed as she lowered herself into the warm bath.
    “How did you sleep last night?”
    “Very well! These royal beds are so soft and luxurious. Even the sheets and blankets felt heavenly on my nude body.”
    “You sleep in the nude?”
    “Yes! Especially during the summer. I enjoy the feeling of being nude. It’s freeing and exhilarating. When my father would leave to do errands I would walk around the home nude enjoying the freedom of it. The summer sun feels warm and cozy on a nude body, as does the crisp, refreshing breeze in the spring or fall.” Cecilia began washing herself with a washcloth.
    “How very interesting. If you are to be made my bride, I’ll be sure to give you time in the courtyard for you to frolic in the nude should you wish.”
    “Ooooh! That sounds lovely!”
    “How is the state of your bladder, Cecilia?”
    She shrugged. “About the same, the water from last night certainly makes it feel heavier and fuller, but I don’t feel a pressing need to go just yet, although I’m sure that will change soon.”
    “I’m sure it will. When you are finished bathing, we will have a great breakfast for you, so don’t wait too long!”
    “Mhm!”
    * * *
    Breakfast came and went, with plenty of food and drink for the inhabitants of the castle, and in particular plenty of drink for Cecilia. She drank 2 liters of fresh apple juice from the royal orchard, and 4 liters of fresh, cool milk. Milk was a specialty of the kingdom, it was some of the smoothest, most refreshing milk around, coming from happy, grass fed cows that produced plenty of milk. And Cecilia loved milk!
    Prince Barone observed his subject carefully, looking for signs of desperation or fullness in her bladder. He noted a bit of bloating just after breakfast, but the lack of any sign of discomfort showed there was no urge bothering her yet.
    * * *
    Lunch arrived soon after, with plenty more food and drink to consume. Cecilia had a further 2 liters of Milk as well as 5 liters of water as the castle began to warm up from the afternoon summer sun. Cecilia was certainly filling up, as her kidneys worked overtime to pump all those liquids down into her bladder which got fuller by the minute.
    Those kidneys would hardly have a break when the bell for supper came around. Plenty more food to eat and drinks to filter into her piss tank, starting with a full liter of light beer, another kingdom specialty. A liter of beer would make anyone drunk into a stupor, but Cecilia certainly wasn't a lightweight, and only got a bit tipsy as she chugged her last mug. Even so, Cecilia had another 4 liters of water and 3 liters of cider to drink.
    All these drinks seemed like a poor idea for one looking to hold as long as possible, but Prince Barone made it a point to Cecilia to accept a drink every time she was offered one: by himself or someone else.
    Finally, the sun set on the first day in the castle for Cecilia. Her bladder began to ache slightly from over 40 hours of piss as her belly bloated a bit from the mass of water she was carrying.
    "How goes the state of your bladder, Cecilia?"
    "I won't lie, my prince, I definitely feel a bit of pressure down there, but it is an urge I can easily pay no mind to, I assure you!"
    "I see, I do hope it does not get much worse. I will see you tomorrow!"
    And with that, Cecilia was left to go to sleep in her chamber. Her bladder weighed on her mind slightly as she took an extra minute to drift to sleep.
    * * *
    The next day went much the same as the first, with equal amounts of drinking and eating for Cecilia and her bladder to endure. By the end of lunch she had consumed 12 liters worth of milk, water, and juice to be filtered in her bladder that had begun to nudge farther and farther into the waistband of her tights. Cecilia could feel the pressure in her bladder begin to mount into a consistent urge she had to keep at bay. It wasn’t urgent by any means, but it was making itself present, surely. If she could judge, it was perhaps a solid 4 out of 10 on her scale of desperation, perhaps barely a 5.
    Prince Barone watched Cecilia consume her meals with great interest. He noticed the very slight shifts and squirms Cecilia made in order to be as comfortable as she could. He was enjoying the show, and there would be a lot more where that came from, as long as Cecilia could hold on.
    * * *
    Dusk was approaching the castle, when an escort of carriages appeared. The Prince and Cecilia both went out to investigate.
    The prince recognized it almost immediately. It was the carriage of her darling cousin Sonya!
    “Sonya! How nice it is to see you! What do I owe the pleasure of this sudden arrival to?”
    “Richard! It is good to see you as well!” Sonya engaged her cousin in a big hug. “I just had to get out of the freezing cold in the North Kingdoms where I live, it was driving me crazy!”
    “Even in the Summer, it’s still frigid up there?”
    “You don’t know the half of it! I needed to get out of the house and somewhere a bit more temperate. I’m sure you mind if I take a little vacation here? The summer weather certainly is better!”
    “Of course Sonya! I would be glad to have you! I will have a chamber made straight away.”
    “Oh! Before that, I have a gift for you!” Sonya gestured to a large enclosed cart that you would use for transporting cattle long distances in her small escort.
    “Come out Mary!”
    A few seconds passed, and then, a bovine head peeked from around the cart.
    “Moo?”
    “Come on! Don’t be shy!”
    A cow? Sonya brought the Prince a cow, something the kingdom has plenty of? That’s quite odd.
    But this was no ordinary cow. The bovine creature slowly revealed itself to the Prince and Cecilia. This cow was standing on its hind legs, and had a figure similar to that of a human woman! This anthropomorphic cow had hooves on its hind feet, but human hands. Her fur was a lovely pattern of light browns and whites. Her face was not quite that of a cow nor a human, but a mix of both. Her snout was smaller and eyes were straight on, much more like that of a human’s, and glowed a brilliant shining blue. Her head was adorned with long, flowing, slightly frilly brown hair and small horns with large cow ears from the sides of her head. This cow had very large breasts, compared to Cecilia’s there were perhaps close to double in size and weight, and she had a chubby tummy along with it as well, accentuating a relatively more modest but still appreciable rump with cute white specks of fur, and of course, a long tail with a bit of brown fuzz at the end.
    Now, most notably was that on her chubby belly, just below her belly button, was a set of massive udders that sloshed with long nipples swaying and bobbing up and down as she strode. All in all, this cow creature was definitely something the Prince had never seen anything like, but he did find her quite adorable.
    “Moo!” The cow mooed happily.
    “Sonya, what kind of cow is this? I’ve never seen anything quite like it before!”
    “This is Mary! We found her on our way here. Poor thing was lost and scared, I couldn’t just leave her, in the freezing cold, no less! I was hoping that maybe you could house her in your stables, and have a rather interesting and unique cattle in your stable?”
    Prince Barone thought for a moment. “How different is she from our other cattle?”
    “I can’t imagine too much different. Mary has a fondness for eating grass just like other cows. She’s very loyal, she’ll stick closer to you than your own shadow… Oh, and she does need to be milked. Quite often too, actually.”
    Barone looked upon Mary. He found her cute and charming, and the sound of an anthropomorphic cow in his stable certainly would be interesting.
    “Sure, I’ll take Mary, she is quite a cutie.”
    “You hear that Mary? Richard is your new master now!”
    “Moo! Moo!” Mary mooed excitedly, wagging her tail back and forth.
    “I’ll have one of the milkmaids guide her to her stable, now come Sonya, it’ll be dark soon!”
    “Right!” Sonya turned to Mary. “You be good now and do as your Master says, alright?”
    Mary nodded in understanding and waited patiently to be guided. “Moomoo!”
    Sonya followed Prince Barone and Cecilia back inside to be shown to her room.
    * * *
    Sonya had just wished her cousin goodnight before closing the door to her bedchamber. Her bedchamber was slightly more fancy that Cecilia’s with a larger window and more space, and most importantly, a separate privy. This was especially important to Sonya as she had just finished a journey lasting nearly three whole days. During this time she slept in her carriage as there were very few towns along the way to the kingdom. Her escort would simply find a place to stop and set up camp for the night. The men in her escort would have no shame in peeing in a bush after a long day of travel. Sonya on the other hand, would die of embarrassment should she be caught squatting over dirty ground rather than in a clean chamberpot. So, she chose to hold her waters the entire trip.
    Three days later now, and she was quite busting for a trip to the privy. She sighed in apprehension for the relief that she would experience, hand on the door to open the privy to a clean, empty, chamberpot.
    Yet, the door would not budge.
    She tried with a bit more force, still no use. She tried jiggling the door a little, but nothing would work.
    Sonya couldn’t believe her luck. After so long, she was stuck in the only bedchamber with a jammed privy, with no access to a chamberpot! A pang from her bladder shot through her neurons as she clutched her opening through her modest floral skirt.
    Still, as badly as she had to go and as much as she was holding, she didn’t feel an extreme urge to relieve herself. Sonya felt that an opportunity would soon come to have access to another chamberpot.
    Sonya could simply report her privy being jammed to a servant girl, or even the Prince himself and get it arranged. However, much like the embarrassment she would feel peeing in the open, Sonya was mortified of discussing her privy affairs with others. She wasn't of royal blood like her cousin, but she was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t discuss issues regarding her urinary system with others. It would just simply save her a lot of shame to just hold it and wait for an opportunity to come later.
    Sonya changed into her bed attire and crawled into bed, tossing and turning slightly due to the burden she carried in her abdomen. Not far from her, a nude Cecilia was stirring in a similar fashion as her bladder began to swell and fill more and more with warm piss.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to DesperateDawn in First ever real public accident   
    Oh boy do I have a mammoth story for you guys today
     
    I have never had a proper accident in front of people in my life... until today. This is exactly the kind of story that I've been reading from other people on this site for years but the kind of perfect storm of circumstances that I never would have thought really happens... until it happened to me. 
     
    Let's set the scene. This morning, I woke up significantly earlier than I usually do so I thought perfect, I have even more hours to play with, I'm going to do a big hold and hopefully end up wetting some lovely skinny jeans and film it for all you lovely lovely people on my ManyVids (humble plug 😉). This is unfortunately not how the day turned out although the result was arguably better, even though I wasn't able to film anything. 
     
    I started by drinking a nice cup of tea and heading out to my local shopping mall. I don't have much privacy in my house which makes omo play a bit of a logistical nightmare, but I digress. For this hold, I planned to drive to my nearest motorway service station (about 25 minutes away) which has showers. I thought that would provide plenty of privacy to film a desperation/wetting video and would be ideal for easy cleanup. I walked around some shops and bought some skinny jeans from a charity shop to wet in, and some cute undies to wear in future videos. While shopping I worked my way through two energy drinks which totalled about 500ml, on top of the previously mentioned cup of tea, as well as about a litre of water. You can see where this is going. 
     
    I went into the public toilets, not to pee but to change into my peeing clothes. What a concept right? 🤣 Being inches away from a toilet but not letting myself use it was torture, and as soon as I shut the door all my drinks caught up with me at once. My body knew I was out of sight of prying eyes so my bladder spasmed, pee fighting for release so desperately that I had to hold myself tightly with my hand to stave off the flood. I managed to calm down, and changed into the designated wetting jeans I had just bought. 
     
    I left the shopping mall feeling incredibly full, and still had a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I laid a plastic bag and a towel on the seat of my car as a just-in-case, but this turned out to be a premature omen, it seems. In my haste to leave the mall, I absent-mindedly set up my sat nav but didn't think to check it was actually directing me to the right place... it wasn't. I took a wrong turning, got a bit lost, and ended up adding an extra ten minutes onto my journey. Turns out this was indicative of how the rest of my hold would go. 
     
    I arrived at the motorway services station absolutely bursting. The extra 10 minutes of the drive had been a bit frantic and now I was at my limit. I gathered up my bag with my clean, dry jeans in and a towel. In hindsight I am so, so glad I had these items 🙏
     
    I stiffly got out of my car and headed towards the building. I felt like I was about to leak as I was walking up the steps, but turns out it was about to get much worse. There was a sign on the door to the service station:
     
    Please be advised that the toilets are
    currently out of service for refurbishment.
    Apologies for any inconvenience caused. 
     
    Oh, they were about to find out what kind of inconvenience this caused and then they'll be sorry.
     
    I know this is the kind of convenient inconvenience that it feels like would only happen in the movies or in other people's omo stories that have been posted across the internet over the years, and I thought this as well until it happened to me. I didn't think too much of this hurdle because I was heading for the shower, not the toilets. How naïve of me. I only made it a few steps into the lobby when I glanced to the hallway that leads to the toilets and the shower. The entire hallway was blocked by a construction barrier. 
     
    Now, I would like to preface this next part with a disclaimer that in order to practice this kink ethically, I am strongly opposed to leaving a mess for an unsuspecting somebody else to clean up, when they do not share this kink. It's my hard limit, I don't want to leave a mess. That being said, in this situation, I did not have a choice in the matter. I pissed myself. Not a leak, not a few little spurts, I had absolutely no warning. I just started peeing full force into my jeans, right there in a big open communal space where truck drivers were drinking coffee and chatting. I was in shock, I panicked, I froze. What the fuck do I do?! No matter how much I squeezed all my pelvic muscles I was absolutely powerless to stop the stream. I dashed quickly to a side so I was at least not right in the walkway. Reassured by the fact that my jeans had soaked everything up thus far and there was no puddle on the floor, I pressed on. I made it as far as a big block/pillar thing which I was able to sort of 'hide' behind for some shelter from view, maybe cling on to a tiny shred of dignity. Shop workers in full view of me didn't notice what was going on, I felt like an agent somehow going undetected. I'm sure some of the truck drivers saw the wet streaks down the backs of my legs but I didn't care, maybe they were into it. Right now all I needed to do was find somewhere, anywhere, to piss NOW.
     
    Ahead of me, I could see the hallway that led to what was supposed to be toilets. I hobbled, cross-legged, towards the hallway and moved the construction barrier to slip around it. As a last ditch attempt I tried pushing on all the toilet doors (maybe refurbishment hadn't actually started yet?) but every single one was locked. I had no other option. There were two empty mop buckets at the end of the hall. I made a beeline for one and half-squatted over it, draining as much as I could into the seat of my jeans. Some people walked past the other end of the hallway so I stood up as not to be caught in the act, and hid as much as I could behind a tiny outcropping of the wall. I was completely frantically pee dancing at this point, but thankfully nobody saw me. 
     
    The people walked past and I immediately hopped back into position over the mop bucket. It was incredible to relieve some of the pressure. A man approached the end of the hall with a tentative hand on his rather swollen lower abdomen, clearly looking for the toilets. I quickly stood up and resumed my position behind the wall. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, hopefully with a look of sympathetic resignation on my face. He asked me if there were toilets down here, and I said no. I wonder if he realised what was going on in that moment, that I was leaking into my jeans the whole time he was there. 
     
    After he left (presumably to go and find a secluded tree or something, lucky sod) I perched over the mop bucket one last time and released some pressure. I didn't want to empty my entire bladder into it, like I said, I strongly disagree with leaving messes for other people. The only mess I left was absolutely critical and completely out of my control. Having freed up enough pressure to function normally, I turned my attention to my soiled clothes. Remember that bag I had with a towel and some dry clothes? That, my friend, was a godsend. I took out the towel and wrapped it around my waist, to shield my dignity because I was in full view of anyone who happened to walk past the end of the hall (which was right by the entrance so yes, lots of people were walking past). I peeled off the soiled skinny jeans (a challenge in itself) and undies. At this moment a member of staff appeared at the end of the hall with a 'wet floor' cone. She thankfully didn't notice me or some any closer, because I was stood there like a deer in headlights, completely nude from the waist down and clutching my panties in my hand. 
     
    I hurriedly put on my dry clothes and wrapped the wet jeans up in the towel, put everything back in the bag and then booked it back to my car, not looking up or daring to make eye contact with anybody. I was in utter disbelief. I could not believe that had just happened. I drove to the nearest petrol station and used the bathrooms there, taking a moment to process what had just happened to me. 
     
    As I sit here writing this a couple of hours later, I am still in disbelief. It doesn't feel real. What an experience. Definitely the craziest omo thing to happen to me in my life. The first and only time I have ever wet myself in public, without meaning to. I mean, I've deliberately wet myself in secluded woodland before, but never in a room full of people whether I liked it or not. (Spoiler alert; I did like it. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought such an experience would be. For the most part, I got away unscathed. Nobody 'caught' me necessarily and anyone who did witness the accident had the decency not to confront me, and I was able to leave the situation in dry clothes. I'm sure if anyone had directly seen/spoken to me or if I'd had to leave in my soggy jeans, I would be feeling very differently about it 🤣)
     
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    LochBlk52 reacted to vegasiangel in Hospital parking lot relief   
    This happened to me about a year or so ago, and I was just thinking about it so I figured I'd write it out for you all (and a little bit for myself too, lmao!)
     
    I was traveling out of town to see my friend; the plan was to just go on up to her house (about a 45 minute drive) just in time for her to get off work and for me to stay the night. Well, I got to her house, but she didn't answer her door, and her roommates weren't home either. I called her and when she picked up, she told me that she had missed her epilepsy meds and had an episode at work. I knew she was okay and safe but I still became very worried, and now I had to hunt down this hospital I had never been to before. At this point I definitely had noticed my bladder, but I figured I could just go inside and use the toilets there. Incorrect! This was during the height of the pandemic, and I remembered most medical places didn't permit visitors that weren't guardians or spouses or something. At least, that's how it was in my area. And since I thought my friend would be out soon, I decided to spare myself the anxiety of even asking the personnel at the door if I could just go in for the toilets, I could hold it.
    I was waiting in my car, parked near a streetlight in the middle of the parking lot. There weren't very many cars around, but there was the occasional car driving by, or patient being picked up. The urge to pee was becoming stronger by the moment -- anxiety sends my bladder into overdrive, and while I have almost a steel resolve when it comes to holding it... I just couldn't sit still. I was doing everything, bouncing, sitting on my heel, trying to distract myself from the tight feeling of my bladder. It was different from when I do holds on my own, it really did feel more intense and desperate, probably because of the stress and anxiety of the whole ordeal. Seeing no other option, I began digging around in my car for any sort of bottle. I have a bad habit of tossing empty bottles in my backseat, but in that moment, I was thankful for the clutter.
    I had a water bottle in hand, just a classic 16oz one, you know the type. First though, I had to repark my car. I was practically smashing my heel into my cunt at this point, and carefully, I repositioned my car out of the way of the streetlight. It wasn't perfect, I was still in the parking lot, but it was the best I was going to get.
    I carefully pulled my pants down, but ended up taking them all the way off, along with my underwear, to avoid accidentally pissing on my clothes. I swear I was looking around every 5 seconds to make sure someone hadn't suddenly spawned outside my car or something. I took the lid off the bottle and sunk down in the footwell of my car, a bit awkwardly positioned, but it was the only way I could be sure any spill would just go in the rubber mat. You see, I had never actually pissed in a bottle before this point. I took the cap off and wedged the mouth of the bottle against my cunt, which was basically dripping already from the sensation of a full bladder (I can't help it, alright?). The first gush of piss made it mostly into the bottle, and I stopped the stream immediately when I felt the liquid hit my hand and patter on the rubber mat. I repositioned myself, using my left hand to spread my pussy lips and the right hand to hold the bottle, and started again. It was AWESOME. I don't think I've ever peed so FAST in my life. The instant relief was incredible, but I soon felt that the bottle was almost full. I had to cut it off there, even though I wasn't completely done pissing, but it wasnt so bad. I was shaking all over from the whole experience -- on one hand, anxiety, embarrassment, and the sensation of finally getting relief -- and on the other hand, me, an omorashi fiend, had truly just experienced a real desperation scenario. Very cool!
    After putting my pants back on, i awkwardly just...Opened my car door and dumped the bottle outside.
    My friend still wasn't out of the hospital. Not even 20 minutes passed before my bladder was uncomfortably bursting again. I couldn't believe it. I realized that I would have to piss in a bottle. Again. But it wasn't so bad, at least this time around I kinda knew what I was doing. So again came the same bottle, my pants came all the way off, ect ect, same thing as last time. This time though, when the bottle started reaching it's max, I realized I wasn't sure if I could just cut it off completely like last time. So, in the most hectic and awkward fashion possible, I pushed the door open -- still pissing, mind you -- and focused all my energy into a maneuver of clamping one hand over my cunt while dumping/shaking out the bottle I had JUST filled with piss. I gushed through my fingers and the sound of pee slapping the rubber mat filled me with embarrassment and shame, but I was too determined, damnit! I shoved the bottle back between my legs, catching the stream, and finished emptying my bladder into the bottle.
    Whatever. I had some paper towels in the car anyways.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    Aaah no stop
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    Oooh don’t describe it 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    I peed the front of my jeans a bit 
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    LochBlk52 got a reaction from Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    As long as you're not completely soaked, standing in a hot pee of pee, with your jeans dark and glistening from the flood, you can keep holding.
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    LochBlk52 got a reaction from Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    Try and make that 20.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    I’m trying. It will come out on its own sooner or later
    My penis is quivering inside my boxer briefs from how badly it wants to be allowed a pee 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Legscrossed in Day off hold   
    A spurt of pee wet my underwear. Can see it on my jeans too
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    LochBlk52 reacted to DesperateDawn in Forest Flooding with Dimwitrolo   
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    DesperateDawn - Dimwitrolo
    As you may know, myself and @Dimwitrolo met up yesterday afternoon for some IRL-omo-fun, something neither of us had indulged in before. You wanted to hear about this experience, which was one hell of an experience and I hope it leads to many more of them. We'd planned from the start to hold until we leaked, then go in the bushes out of the way. Neither of us could really believe we were doing it until we met. First part was filling up though - we started off with a coffee, then a large cinema drink. We went to see Wonder Woman. It was an amazing film in the end but the entire purpose of us watching it was that it was 2 hours and 20 minutes long, which would be great to accumulate a need. I sipped on my large drink throughout the film, only started to feel an intense urge about half an hour from the end. This idiot, on the other hand, decided to drink all of his large cup and then half a bottle of pepsi. He regretted this later. 
    I feel safe saying I've made better decisions, but it proves I live up to my name. I finished my main drink fairly quickly (quicker than I thought, the straws were really thin and mine had a hole in). Not feeling anything stirring up once I'd finished it, I thought maybe have another drink. I spent almost half the film pressing my hands into myself. I did wonder if he was holding himself, but having just only met I didn't want to stare. At the end of the film, we pointed out funny names in the credits (like "Oooota") and to be honest the giggling probably didn't help (sorry not sorry). 'Lies' was another name we came across. Who calls their kid Lies?  Then we walked towards the woods, which was more uphill than i anticipated... We climbed towards the woods, the uphill struggle wearing quite heavily on our bladders - yours, maybe - or at least on mine. DesperateDawn here seems to have a bladder like a vice. When we reached the forest we wandered in, taking smaller dirt paths instead of larger gravel roads. For a while there were a couple of people who seemed to be keeping an eye on us, we assumed they were a neighbourhood watch group, keeping an eye out for people being indecent in the woods. They wouldn't leave us alone! 
    Then we found a nice little area where someone before us had built a den out of sticks and there were a few tree stumps and logs to sit on. Well, for me to sit on. Rolo was insistent he couldn't sit down because of his poor bladder :P But I knew he had a lot of hold left in him. We sat and talked and laughed about anything and everything, poor bloke was struggling to hold it in and having to squeeze his legs together, so I was surprised when he suggested going to the pub! I'd reached a point where my bladder had settled, and it wasn't going to fill too much more too quickly. It was just below full enough to be fun, so I figured a pint might make things more interesting. A short walk found us in a local pub, where we both ordered a pint, then once we'd done that, we headed back.
    We found our little forest clearing again, complete with logs and resident blackbird, and went back to holding. Of course the pint pushed me more than I'd hoped... I had to interrupt a conversation while I bent over, hands between legs, when my first spurt hit me. It left a significant streak down one leg, not something I could pass off. It was amazing to hear him struggle, to see his face screw up as he pressed hard into his crotch and grunted an "oh fuck..." as he almost lost control. My cider was starting to work its way through and I was getting some warning tingles and now had to stand with my legs crossed, but was nowhere near the state Rolo was in. It was just as good to be on my end! My original plan to wait until I nearly spurted before unzipping and making for a push was cut away when a desperate wave hit me - I couldn't move! I tensed, and tensed, and tensed again, when my bladder decided it had to release something. In one beautiful moment, a jet shot out of me and down my leg, leaving a dark streak on my jeans. I stood for a moment, stunned and relieved. I was really losing control! This wasn't part of my plan! By now though I'd left a streak down my leg that was unmistakable. I didn't think it would be worth unzipping after this. Watching this display of relief and pleasure and witnessing him have a mini accident only made my own need, and arousal, increase. I was now crossing my legs constantly, that was my natural standing position, and wishing that I could be doing that too. But no, I was determined to hold on for longer than he did. However, once that seal was broken, more and more waves came and they were harder and harder to hold on. Conversation became less words and more gasps and before long one entire leg of his jeans was soaked. A fashion statement, we decided.
    Next, I was challenged to drink all of my 500ml water bottle. I'd managed to soak one leg, but the other was dry! Divided perfectly by the seam down by crotch, it could have passed off as fashion, if it wasn't glistening. It also didn't wrap around the back of my leg entirely, it was clearly an accident from behind. At some point in this stage, after I'd told Dawn to drink her water, I managed to lose all control. Desperate wave after desperate wave had left my leg soaked down, but there was one last wave that took me by surprise. The spurts had left me feeling great, and then the last wave hit. My body tensed, my hands clamped down, and I began peeing full force into my jeans - I couldn't stop it! I tried, but I could barely slow the stream. When I was done, the other leg was pretty soaked too, and I was left feeling amazing! However, I was left feeling jealous. I was really desperate to pee, and watching Rolo enjoy the release of warm fluid only made my need grow stronger as my own bladder fought for a release into my own pants. I held it back, and focused my attention to attacking a nearby tree with a stick that I had found and showering woodchippings everywhere, anything to take my mind off the building pressure in my own bladder. 
    Wood chipping was definitely the high-light of the evening, but we decided to cut it short by giving Dawn a couple of challenges. Challenge one was to relax her bladder until she leaked, then stop. So she stood, feet apart, and relaxed. And waited. And waited. We discovered that Dawn, desperate as she might be, has quite a shy (strong) bladder, and it took her a few minutes for that first leak. And of course I looked away just long enough to miss it! I clamped shut again, but now my panties were wet and the breeze was making them cold and the temptation to let it all out right now was insane. But somebody wouldn't let me do that just yet. I wanted to see the leak! So I tell Dawn to do it again. And Dawn does. And I missed it again. Third time's the charm though, right? Nope, missed all three. We decided on a different challenge. 
    What was the next challenge? I can't remember. Relaxed-bladder squats. By the end of which, I was still mostly dry apart from the few dribbles that leaked from the previous challenge. So then she instead had to deliberately try to pee for 7 seconds and then stop. Which I did and it near killed me, I had to go so bad and the small releases and stops was torture. I just wanted to flood the ground! 
    Seeing as it was getting dark, and getting hard for Dawn to hold, we decided it was time to let go. Dawn squatted down behind a log and released. Immediately she began peeing, emitting a very pleasing hiss. It flooded out of her, streams falling off her backside and pooling in the dirt. The look of relief on her face said everything! After a short break a second wave must have hit her, and she started peeing more fiercely than before. The splattering, the hissing, and a few amazing sighs, it really was something to listen to, never mind just watch! The view was pretty great of course, powerful streams flooding out of her underwear, puddling faster than the dirt could absorb it, steam rising gently, and the look of relief on her face. It was the most amazing feeling and a really great day, I really hope to do it again soon. 
     
    What do you think? 
     
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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #68 & #73! 🧡✨💛
    Anonymous commissions.
    Characters: Tracer & Mercy (Overwatch)
     
    The lack of #68 before was due to a large accumulation of factors, including that I did it at a time when I was very, VERY sick (which I still am, but to a much lesser extent, that's good... I guess) I barely finished it, I didn't like the result at all and decided to just save it, anyway the commissioner really liked it (thanks if you're seeing this) and finally I'm posting it. ^^
    #73 is absolutely the opposite, it was a challenge, and I really loved how it came out, honestly one of my favorite pieces ever, what a twist. 😅










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    LochBlk52 reacted to AlphaHyoudou in AlphaHyoudou's Commission Thread   
    Commission #62! 💙❄️ (I want to think that I haven't forgotten anything else 🌚)
     
    Anonymous Commission.
    Character: Nifl (Fire Emblem Heroes)


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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Are there many UK based Omorashi fans?   
    Im in East Yorkshire and would love to chat with others who are in to wetting x
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in How often do you masturbate?   
    Single female in my 40's and I masterbate every day, sometimes a few times each day depending on how horny I am. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    Just now after a long coach drive home, the coach toilet was disgusting so would not use it and the traffic was bad, managed to hold it getting the bus home but soon as I stepped inside did the flood gates open, felt amazing and now I'm so horny. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Shypurincess in Your favorite recurring fantasy   
    I have the exact same fantasy.  Sitting on a guys lap desperately needing to go with my legs spread and him massaging/pressing on my bladder making me leak and eventually loose control then all the rest of what you said.
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Best Thing To Do With A Full Bladder? :3   
    I love having sex with a full bladder 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Pantywetter77 in Has anyone ever met with someone from this website? How did it go?   
    I would love to meet someone from here, in East Yorkshire 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to Desptowee in Football Game Desperation   
    This is my first story in forever, so I'm sorry if the writing is bad, but I'm really out of it. 
     
    I support my local football (soccer) team. I occasionally go to games with my dad, it's something we've always done. I went to this particular game with him and his friend. 
    As usual, we grabbed a pint before kick off. You have to finish it pretty quick because you're not allowed to take alcohol in the stands. I wasn't worried, we do this every time and I'm fine. However, at half time, my dad's friend offered to buy another round and obviously I wasn't going to turn that down. So I downed another pint. Bad idea. 
    I already had to go slightly before I'd even started drinking that second pint, but by halfway through the second half, I definitely needed to go. Two pints, over a litre of beer, were wanting to come out.
    Thankfully, it was a really good game, so I got distracted and didn't think my growing need until the final whistle went and I noticed I was pretty desperate. I considered going before leaving the ground, but as you can imagine, around 30,000 people leaving a football stadium, doesn't really give you a chance to actually escape to the toilet, you just have to keep moving with everyone else. I told myself I'd be okay, even though I really did need to go. 
    We usually get the bus part way to football games (and drive the other part) and today wasn't any different. We walked to the bus stop - which was incredibly slow because like I said 30k people leaving is slow and most of those people want the bus or the train. With every step I could feel the weight of my bladder, crossing my legs when we stood still. 
    Luckily, the wait for the bus wasn't too bad, but there were no seats, so I had to stand and it made the desperation so much worse. I felt every bump and even with my legs tightly crossed, felt like I was going to start leaking on the bus. I was really regretting not fighting the crowds to get to the toilet. And I was seriously doubting my ability to hold on until I got home. 
    After what felt like forever, but was only about 15 minutes, we got off the bus and started walking to where we had parked the car. My dad and his friend are fairly fast walkers, I usually am too, but I physically couldn't move fast otherwise I would have started to pee. I walked with my legs close to together, squeezing them tightly now and again to relieve the pressure. I was so desperate at this point, I just wanted to stop right where I was and pee. 
    When we got to the car, I crossed my legs and did a little pee dance. I still had a 20 minute drive back to my house and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I got in the car, put my jacket on my lap and threw my hands into my crotch. This was the first time I'd actually been able to hold myself - it definitely helped, for a while at least. 
    Just over halfway home, I got a huge wave of desperation come over me, I had to double over and squeeze my legs so tightly to stop myself from peeing in my dad's car. I REALLY needed to go at this point and I wasn't sure if I was actually going to make it home. 
    Thankfully I did. We pulled up outside of my house and I was somehow still dry. I don't see my dad that often (he lives a couple hours from me) so we took a little while to say bye to each other. I could barely think about anything other than making it inside to the toilet. He seemed to be talking more than ever. I felt another wave of desperation hit and I knew I HAD to get to the toilet very soon. I quickly said "I love you but I really need to pee, I'll see you soon" gave him and quick hug and try to walk as normally as I could to the front door (I didn't want to him to know quite how close I was to peeing myself). I waved him off from the front door, went inside and that's when it got serious. 
    I leaked. 
    And I leaked again. 
    I was about to wet myself. 
    I hobbled up the stairs, squeezing myself with each step, trying so hard not to have an accident. 
    I threw the bathroom door open, pulled my jeans down and threw myself onto the toilet, peeing so hard. The relief was incredible. I wasn't sure how I made it home, but I did. Just. 
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    LochBlk52 reacted to DampDaisy in Highway to Holding   
    My first thread, how exciting. Long time lurker here, and I thought I'd share the experience that finally pushed me over the edge to make an account...
    To set the scene, I'm 24, currently have shoulder-length white-blonde hair, 5'4" and on the slimmer side. This particular day, I was wearing tight black yoga leggings with a cute loose-fitting blouse, and trainers (I like to be comfy when I'm driving!).
    We just had Mother's Day in the UK, so I bit the bullet and decided to make the 4hr car journey from where I live to visit my mum. I've recently moved, so this was the first time I'd made this journey from the new house. 
    My bladder had been acting up all day, which it does sometimes just to be annoying. I had a giant mug of tea when I woke up, then had to head out to run a few errands before leaving. I'd peed before I went out, and by the time I'd reached my first chore - a trip to the local supermarket - I already needed to go again. Without omo on my mind, I peed at the shop's toilets and headed back out to pick up some things up from the Post Office. Even though it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I last went, as I was standing in the queue to get my parcel, I could feel my bladder weighing heavily on me. Anyone who's had to wait in a Post Office queue knows, it takes forever, so by the time I got to the front, I was having to push my legs together. I was really uncomfortable when I got back home, and immediately ran upstairs to pee. Somehow, I was holding absolutely loads, despite already peeing so much and only having had one cup of tea. 
    I tried to push it out of my mind and not psych myself out for the upcoming long journey. I went about the rest of my day, peeing as I needed to - which, as my boyfriend had kindly made me a second giant cup of tea, was more often than I was hoping for.
    Just as I was about to leave, I got a traffic alert for a crash along my route, so I postponed my journey to have some leftover pizza and a tiny glass of lemonade. I made sure to pee twice before leaving, so I could be sure I was heading off on a totally empty bladder. This did not last long. 
    The first half hour of the journey was fine, totally normal. It was at the 45-minute mark that I felt a pretty significant twinge from my bladder. It was a numb, heavy sort of feeling - the same kind of 'gotta go' you get when you first wake up in the morning. I thought it was psychological and turned the music up to ignore it. It's a pretty easy journey, so it was motorways all the way, so I just set my cruise control and carried on. 
    The first services I passed, an hour into my journey, I was still kidding myself that it was all in my head. Shortly after that, I pressed down gently on my bladder to discover that nope, this was a very real need. Realising this cranked up the stakes for me. I zoned out a little, trying to check in with my body and gauge how full I really was, and I realised I was about to miss the services just as I passed the exit, in the third lane. I looked at the turning in my rearview mirror and pressed my legs together. It'd been 30 minutes since I'd passed the first services, and would be another 30 at least before the next one. I definitely needed to go at this point, but I wasn't in any real danger.
    This accidental skipping of the services got me feeling a little bit naughty. In the 30 or so minutes between the one I missed and the next one, I'd let my mind wander and worked myself up. As I approached it, the thought passed through my mind that I could deliberately miss it. I felt my nipples harden at the thought, as I felt myself get wet -- and not from the pee that was politely asking to be released. I made the decision in a split second to miss the exit on purpose, and felt such a thrill run through me. I felt my clit pulse, which was swiftly accompanied by a noticeable throb from my bladder. I pushed my legs together tight and kept driving.
    I started squirming in my seat just as I passed the sign for the next services. It was getting serious now. I could feel waves of need crash over my bladder, and I really considered stopping. I wasn't in pain, and I wasn't actively leaking, so I was sure I could make it to the next one. It'd been over 2 hours since I set off at this point, and I wasn't sure what was the dominant need - my aching bladder, or my aching clit. Overcome with horniness, I confidently breezed past the next services, and almost immediately regretted that decision. It was like my bladder knew I'd come within touching distance of a toilet, and was protesting that I'd not taken the opportunity. I could do nothing else but press on, though the weight in my abdomen was getting heavier by the minute. 
    Now, remember I said I'd never driven this route before? Well, what I hadn't realised was the fact that I needed to switch motorways. No big deal, normally, except that I passed a sign that proudly proclaimed the motorway I was about to get on, had "NO SERVICES". It felt like I sobered up as I came to terms with the mistake I'd made by not stopping. I was at an 7/10, easily, and as I resigned myself to my fate, I made the change and carried on driving. 
    It was at this point I had to turn the music down, as I swear to god I could feel the beats vibrating in my bladder. The road I was driving on wasn't particularly well maintained, so I drove over small bumps and craters in the road at 75mph, feeling every single dip and movement my car made. The road felt endless, and as the minutes ticked by, I squirmed into the seat, trying to get some pressure - any pressure - on my pussy. I rested my hand on my lap, and very quickly it found its way to my crotch. Pushing against my hand didn't help much, but it did serve as delicious pressure for my clit, which was begging for attention. 
    The only thing I could be grateful for was that the road was quiet, so I could freely squirm, press myself into my seat, and rub my hand in my crotch without worrying that lads in a van would see me. Nothing was helping to alleviate the ever growing pressure in my bladder, though, and just as I thought it couldn't get much worse...it started to rain. Heavily. I was clearly driving into a weather front, as the road showed off massive puddles stretching across the lanes. Puddles I desperately wished I could add to. I watched helplessly as the giant drops of water streamed along my car's windows, and as people on the other side drove through puddles that splashed me as I drove. I pressed my legs together so tightly I thought I might pull a muscle. 
    I had to turn the music back up, to disguise the sound of the rain, but I felt the thuds of the music throughout my entire body. The rain wasn't consistent, so it let up in places. And during one dry patch, I saw a white van pulled over at the side of the road, with a man in working clothes was freely pissing against his back tyre. I only got a glimpse of the scene, but it was enough to push me up to a 9/10. My brain had decided to imagine that feeling of relief the man was feeling, letting out a torrent of built up pee, and I lost a single drop into my black lacy panties. I forced my hand into my crotch, hard, as I clenched my muscles to hold back the flood. 
    I was stuck on that road for almost an hour. When I was able to get back onto a motorway that I knew had services, I could have cried. My poor neglected pussy was throbbing for attention, but my bladder's demands had changed from a polite request to a command. I needed to pee, now. I kept going with sheer willpower until finally, finally, I was able to pull off at the exit for the first available services. Most services, you just pull off and it's right there, but of course, this one took me on a detour around a complicated roundabout I was in no state to decipher. I just drove forward when the light was green and hoped for the best. 
    As soon as I saw the lit-up sign, I felt a tiny spurt escape. It was enough to make me panic, but I didn't think it was enough to show up on my leggings. I parked in such a haphazard way, and had to take a moment to collect myself once the engine was off. I couldn't take a full deep breath without it pressing down on my bladder, I couldn't sit comfortably or even fan out my legs. A wave of strong desperation pushed me into action. It had started raining again, so I manoeuvred myself into my coat, every stretch and strain threatening to release a little more from my aching bladder. I thought standing up might make it easier, but once I got out of the car, I felt the cold rain hit my skin, and it was like standing under a cold shower. I felt another leak escape as the combination of the rain and the sudden impact of gravity hit me at the same time. 
    It looked busy, so I tried to look calm and collected as I strolled casually into the building. My eyes searched wildly for the toilets, which were a fair walk away. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep my composure, but I had to try. My bladder screamed at me as I took slow steps towards the ladies'. Halfway there, I felt a teeny tiny drop escape, and stopped dead in my tracks. I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself, in the middle of this busy service station. I'd stopped by a shop, so pretended to look at the books they had out on display for a moment as I paused to clench with all my strength. Once I felt like I had it under control, I set off at a slightly quicker pace and finally got to the toilets. 
    It was a long room, with one side completely closed for cleaning. The side closest to me had all the open cubicles, except all the immediate ones were closed and locked. I spotted one, right at the end of the row, that was open, and still trying to keep that composure, I strolled over and quickly shut the door behind me. Once I was alone, I was free to dance around and grab myself as much as I needed to, and I did need to. I squirmed around on the spot as I fumbled with the elastic waistband of my leggings. The leggings are tight, and I hadn't realised how much they'd been pressing on my poor bladder, until I had to pull them down. The way the fabric moves, as they came down, the tightest part pulled over my sizeable bladder bulge. Under normal circumstances, I'd have been impressed with the size of it, but the sight of the toilet had sent me spiralling and I could feel regular droplets forcing their way out into my already soaking wet panties. The pressure of the waistband directly on my bladder was almost too much, and I got them out of the way just in time to start peeing, forcefully, into the toilet. The pressure didn't immediately subside; I still felt frantically desperate even though I was pissing harder than I ever had before. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself moaning as all the liquid that was escaping me finally made a difference. It was only at this point that I realised I was peeing straight through my panties. I immediately cut off my stream, which felt like torture, to pull them down. I thought briefly about getting up and leaving with a half-full bladder, but as my fingers absently brushed my clit, the stream continued full force. 
    I must have peed for a minute at full force, then a little longer with just dribbles. After I was finally done, I assessed the damage. My panties, obviously, were a write-off. They were completely soaked, both from pee and other wetness, so I carefully took my shoes and leggings off to tactfully remove them. I would've just thrown them away, but I really like those panties, so with limited options, I wrapped them liberally in toilet roll and temporarily put them in my coat pocket. My leggings had escaped unmarked - either that or the pee had already dispersed, they're exercise clothes after all - but I felt dampness all the way up my bum. So I pushed down hard to get any remaining pee out of me, cleaned up the worst of the wetness, then gracefully left as though nothing had ever happened. I bought myself a chocolate bar and a bottle of Fanta to congratulate myself, and stepped back out into the rain.
    My legs felt wobbly and I was in ecstasy, and the rest of the drive was entirely uneventful (aside from the fabric of my leggings rubbing enticingly against my bare pussy!). I washed my panties in the sink that night so my mum wouldn't notice anything amiss, and my bladder behaved itself for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately, I left my vibrator at home, so I'll have to wait to really reward myself for this adventure 😉
    As of right now, I'm still visiting, so I have another four-hour journey to make later this week...wish me luck! 
     
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    Character and Concept: @TheHeroEvans


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    Commissions that I didn't posted on time



    Constance (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
     
    - Anonymous commission.


    Character and Concept: @OmoNadia




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