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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from ridiculon1 in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    I enjoy some nudity and sexual content, but I'm quite picky about it and when it's added on just for the sake of it, then I lose interest. Clothed wettings are what really do it for me. 
    Personally, I'm not into nappies/diapers at all. I just associate them with children and/or adults who are genuinely incontinent, and that makes it impossible for me to see them in a sexual context. Also, they're supposed to be wet in so you're taking away the fun part by making it too easy.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Another personal omo festival   
    Sorry about the delay. I just haven't had much time to write since we got back from that weekend trip, but here comes the second last chapter:
    Saturday: Partner day
    "Partner day" could be to have plenty of ideas for how to involve your partner in your omo play, have them wet with you or command you to wet in different ways, or do advanced role plays together.
    "Partner day", more importantly, could and should also be to feel your partner. How is their energy level today? What if the original plans don't really work, and they prefer to just ride along without taking a very active part in your omo activities?
    The best gift from your partner you could have will always still be the acceptance in their eyes when you look up at their face in your most intimate moment. That look that make you feel loved and secure and not afraid to keep on wetting pants after pants and show
    how much it turns you on.

    I realised today I actually was starting to run out of pants after all my hard work. I put on my black suit pants and saved my last blue jeans for later.
    When me and S had lunch we decided that we'd skip that roleplay we had talked about doing. We'd also save other games for another time and just focus on taking it easy today, since yesterday had been intense. Staying dry wasn't part of that plan for me though, and once we  left that restaurant to walk back to the hotel I had pee dribbles running down my thighs. Most came out in the privacy of the shower though.

    As usual, it turned me on and I couldn't resist doing something about it. The bathroom door was open, and S was lying in bed watching me. My eyes were mostly closed, but every time I opened them he was there.

    Even if me and my partner share a lot sexually and participate in each other's fetishes, we're not dependent on each other. We have our own individual sexualities that aren't always in sync, and the longer we've been together, the better we've become in accepting and embracing this, and it makes things so much easier when you're not afraid of being too much/to little/being rejected/disappoint the other person.

    For the first time in my life I completely trust myself that I'm not doing things that I don't want to, and I also trust that I know what I want. I'm not denying myself anything.

    My partner feels the same. He's also grateful that he can be in his fetish flow whenever he wants to, aware that I think it's beautiful and fun and amazing.

    We cuddled in bed for a while and then decided to get out in the sun. Maybe buy ourselves some snacks and have a picnic in a nearby park. There would be one last night with us both dressed up in suits, but for now we both wanted to stay casual. I put on my blue jeans that I had found on my old "wet and waste-shelf at home, and we walked out. I already needed to pee again, well hydrated as I was. These jeans weren't my most discreet ones, but I had a change of pants with me if it got too bad.

    The wetting anticipation rised as my bladder got fuller when we were on our way to the supermarket, but once in there I was distracted when we discussed what snacks to buy.

    The park was close at hand but didn't look that amazing to be honest. It wasn't much more than a playground. But across the road at the other end of the park there was another green area that looked nicer. Walking there also meant I would have time to wet myself a bit before we found our picnic spot. Once we had passed the playground I relaxed a bit, and felt a leak come out, but I wanted more. When we had to stop for all the cars passing by, I had my chance and took it.

    I love that moment when you decide to wet and do it. It's the physical pleasure of letting go, but it's also very much a mental thing. "I like this. I'm doing it. I dont care."  And then the feeling of pee first warming your crotch and then starting to stream down your legs when you decide to keep the flow going another couple of seconds.

    My partner had seen a street name he found interesting and started asking questions that I didn't listen to.
    "Bla, bla, bla, what do you think?" was the only thing I heard.
    "I think...I have wet myself" I said, and looked down at my jeans as if I was surprised.
    "Oh... You have. It's pretty bad" he said.
    It was. I was wet between my thighs, and the dark patch down the front of my right leg reached almost all the way down to my shoe. I couldn't hide this one. 
    "So what are your plans now? You don't have any do you?" S laughed. I admitted that I had maybe overdone it a little bit.

    We'd better go find someplace to sit down in the park rather than just standing here exposed to all the cars driving by. We moved on and crossed that road, continued into the park and tried not to walk so close to other park visitors hanging around there. I don't know if anyone looked at me. I don't think so.
    I was a tiny bit stressed out about my obviously peed pants, until we found our spot to sit down. From there on I just loved the experience. Being 100% sneaky in black pants can be fun, but it also means you don't have anything to look at. Now i didn't only feel the wetness, I also clearly saw the evidence and was constantly reminded that I was wearing pants that I had peed in on the way here. The pee patches were so pretty, my jeans looked incredible. It felt amazing sitting there next to my love while the sun slowly started to dry my pants.


    We spent quite some time in that park. I kept my holding muscles relaxed, and let out more pee into my pants whenever my bladder asked for it.

    When we finally got up, I asked S to discreetly take a pic of my wet ass before I covered it with my sweater. The patch down my leg had already dried, so I was good to go. Shower time again...


    Our last date night out, and as usual I let my partner choose my outfit. Black this time. When we were both dressed up and watching ourselves in the mirror,  it was his turn to drift into fetish space, and I loved to see it.

    We had dinner at the hotel and then visited two different bars to try the bartenders mocktail skills. They did great at the first bar, not so good at the next. But all drinks sooner or later end up in your bladder and need to come out. Bathroom was never an option for me of course. We took a last night stroll on the streets around the city castle. A lot of people were out, and the still bright sky reminded us that the summer was on it's way. It also meant there were no places secluded enough for any  advanced making out, so we had to behave, somewhat.

    I was wearing a pair of black uniform pants that had never been used before, and they are kind of water repellent when they're new, almost like rain pants. Everything just runs down the inside and nothing shows on the pants. So when we stopped to look at something, and I started slowly peeing my pants, the only thing revealing what happened was the growing little lake under my left shoe.


    We kept walking around, and every time we stopped I emptied a bit more of my full bladder into my pants and out of my leg holes. First only when we were alone, but when I realised the fabric didn't let anything through, I got more confident, and didn't really care who was around.

    We headed back to the hotel but stopped one last time outside, next to the river. The area was busy with people walking to the night clubs but I was just standing there, not holding back at all what was left in my bladder, feeling the pee running into my shoes again while people were passing by just meters away. Probably one of the most public wettings I have done, but still so chill and sneaky.

    I made sure not to leave any wet foot prints, and then we went up to our room. This time both on the same level of arousal. A great ending to another fantastic day with my partner.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Another personal omo festival   
    And the next I got was:
    Pants
    Dark blue jeans
    Trigger stress leaks

    This seemed to work well with our plan to go for a walk and discover the big city park. Maybe we would find me a trampoline or an outdoor gym. But I would wait until my bladder was at least half full for the best effect.

    The park was  beautiful and well visited. We had an ice scream and strolled around. S went to a public bathroom but I did not of course, even if I started to feel my bladder a little bit.
    We reached the end of the park and I started looking for exercise opportunities to make my pelvic floor unstable.

    There was an area of paths and small bridges surrounding a constructed little creek. Beside it was a steep slope, and I thought that if I was running up and down that slope I would have a little accident. 
    I tried, but the only thing that happened was that I got so exhausted from the uphill running that I had to stop to catch my breath, still completely dry. I had to try something else, so I decided to just run as fast as I could one lap around that creek area.
    Already my first steps I could feel that the former exercise must have exhausted my pelvic floor anyway, because I lost the grip almost right away and pee started gushing out in my underwear with every step. I probably could have stopped it if I had slowed down, but I just kept moving at the same pace and could feel the warm pee overflow down my thighs.

    I slowed down when I had returned to where S was standing.
    "That definitely worked! Or what do you say?" I asked and turned my back against him.
    "Oh yeah! That was a lot" he said.
    "Should I wear a hoodie around my waist then?"
    "Definitely!"

    I did this, and we walked back through the park to discover another corner of it. I enjoyed that feeling of wearing peed jeans once again, but there was more in my bladder begging to come out.

    "Those stones look like some kind of monuments" I said, pointing at some big stones in the grass.
    "Yes, that's a monument for when T peed her pants", S said.
    "Good idea, I should do that."

    I walked up to one on the stones and sat down. The most sneaky of all sneaky wettings, at least if you have female anatomy, must be to sit down in the grass on flat ground with your knees bent in front of you and then just pee straight down into the grass under you without anyone having a clue about it.  The only thing that gets soaked is your bum, but you could easily hide it with a sweater around your waist once you stand up.

    I had my relaxing moment there and now this stone was a monument for real.
    We walked back to the hotel to try and Google for some dinner place for the night. And to roll The dice again, of course.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Another personal omo festival   
    Friday: Dice day

    Throughout this whole day I would use a "random number generator" on my phone to decide the wettings for me.
    First pants or diapers, then what type of pants/diaper, then a game of choice from a list of 10 different games.

    After breakfast it was time to roll the first "dice"
    I got:
    Type:Pants
    Type of pants: The grey very revealing omo jeans
    Game of choice: S wetting my pants

    S seemed really happy about this setup and suggested we'd go out shopping for a while and get something to drink so that he'd be full and ready before we headed back to our room. This wetting would have to happen in privacy, of course.

    We had our round in the city and when both me and him started to get desperate we headed back to the hotel.
    In the shower I opened my fly. He was standing in front of me and put his dick in my underwear. That position is arousing in itself and first we both just enjoyed it. My own bladder wasn't dangerously full, but enough to make me more sensitive to touch (in a good way).
    It took a while before S was relaxed enough, but then I started to feel the first dribbles in my pants. It intensified and I felt longer spurts of pee run down my legs. Even if I didn't get any relief myself it felt awesome to have my pants soaked by my partner, and to hear his sighs that told me how good it felt for him to let go.

    He stepped back and we admired my jeans. The wetness looked almost perfect, it would have been hard to convince anyone that I hadn't peed my pants, even if I actually hadn't leaked a single drop.

    When I started touching myself and my wet clothes I realised  this solved a little dilemma I always have when I wet. It feels best to masturbate while still having a full bladder. But it also feels best to masturbate while wearing clothes that have just been pee soaked. Normally you have to choose between these two. Unless... you're having someone else pee your pants! That's brilliant, isn't it?
    It worked for us anyway. We even had a simultaneous orgasm.
    To be continued...


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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Another personal omo festival   
    Tuesday: Freestyle day
    Yesterday my partner decided for me that today would be my freestyle day, a day with omo of my own choice. The good thing about the way I practice omo is that it doesn´t really interfere with my daily life when I´m on my own. Usually, I just incorporate it to what I would have done anyway.
    So what was my plan for today? I had a few hours of computer work I needed to do, and I also wanted to take a long walk enjoying the sunny spring weather. So what I did after breakfast was to prepare my chair with a towel and a plastic bag, and put on some brown jeans that I don´t wear that often as I don´t like their fit. They´re great omo jeans though, show the wet patches well and have good spreading/soakability.
    I started working and soon got caught up with it. Sit down wettings are interesting. If I really need to pee and think “now I´ll pee myself” it´s often really hard to let go. I have to push myself up from the chair a bit and can just do it in little spurts. But if I´m busy with something, after a while my bladder is suddenly ready to release without me even having felt the need to pee, and then I just relax and let it flow out smoothly, almost without thinking about it. This happened today. I was working for about 4 hours without a break, and several times I just felt that stream warming my pants, rewetting them, and pooling a bit in my lap. When I was done I was super hungry and very soaked. There wasn´t a dry spot on the folded towel, but it had saved the floor.
    I had my lunch, drank a lot of water, and decided to take the long walk along the rocks by the big lake. I was wearing blue jeans and brought with me a change of clothes and a beer. When I reached the path leading to the rocks I had started to need to pee, and I stopped a couple of times to let go of some pressure. I found the beautiful spot where me and my partner kissed for the first time. I wet my pants a bit there now and texted him about it. “How romantic”, he replied.

    My blue jeans were visibly wet, but I didn´t care. I rarely meet people on this part of the route. Soon I reached the rock where I had planned to take a break, and I went from the chilly shadows of the trees to hot sunshine and a beautiful view of the still lake.  The bladder knew what I had in mind and started sending urges as I took my shoes and socks off. Then I just relaxed standing there, having the pee cascading down my legs, and on my bare feet, before it streamed like a river down to the water. I felt awesome!

    I didn´t want to take my pee soaked jeans off just yet, so I just sat down, opened my beer can, and called my partner. Even when the pee cooled off I wasn´t freezing in the sun. I just felt relaxed and great sitting there, talking to my partner, once in a while letting another pee stream out that went straight down the rock between my feet. I was all alone, except for a few ducks that came visiting me, wondering if I had a snack for them. After a while I felt a bit cold, so I stripped out of my jeans, kept my underwear on, and kept letting out streams of pee, it never seemed to end.   

    To say I went swimming before I left would be a lie this time. The rock was a slippery so I didn´t really get out in the water, I just washed my lower half a bit, before I put on my change of clothes. This time black jeans, just in case… No I knew of course I would wet them too, but I could at least pretend for a while that now that I was dry and clean I would try to hold it all the way home.
    I moved on, and it didn´t take long before I leaked a bit. A pelvic floor tired from walking, a bladder that has gotten used to free peeing almost all day long and knows it’s master wouldn´t mind another wet pair of jeans, is a good recipe for a few involuntary leaks. Nothing too bad though. Just a little dampness in the crotch.
    Five minutes from home I decided to stop and wet my jeans a little bit, on a part of the road where there are no houses. I pretended to look at my phone when a car passed me by, and then I let out a spurt. It felt too good to stop, so even if I had planned to wet just a bit I just kept letting out spurt after spurt, feeling the hotness crawl down my thighs, seeing the shiny wetness grow, thinking “just a little bit more”. In the end I was wet all the way down my legs and didn´t need to pee anymore.  I adjusted the hoodie around my waist so that it would cover as much as possible of the darker patches of my jeans that were well visible in daylight if you looked for it. Those few people I met on the way didn´t look for it though.

    Now I´m doing laundry, very happy (almost euphoric) with my day.   
    Tomorrow will be a dry day, building up excitement for the weekend. I´m so much looking forward to it.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to TVGuy in Making Out With Alisha and Caralynn - Pictures   
    Alisha and Caralynn are making out when Caralynn pees her pants, making Alisha very horny, in this super sexy lesbian watersports video.
    In this scene we find Alisha and Caralynn making out, but Caralynn is desperate to pee.  Ultimately, she ends up wetting her pants as Alisha fingers her.  This drives Alisha absolutely wild.  She takes off Caralynn’s jeans and goes down on her immediately.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from Espor in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    I enjoy some nudity and sexual content, but I'm quite picky about it and when it's added on just for the sake of it, then I lose interest. Clothed wettings are what really do it for me. 
    Personally, I'm not into nappies/diapers at all. I just associate them with children and/or adults who are genuinely incontinent, and that makes it impossible for me to see them in a sexual context. Also, they're supposed to be wet in so you're taking away the fun part by making it too easy.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to cmpunk67 in What's the name of this cute girl?   
    Smiling and wetting(720p).mp4
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    AnotherGuy reacted to TomatoNLettuce in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    The idea that guys can more easily relieve themselves in public than girls is definitively overrated. Pulling out your wiener isn't more subtle than squatting! If you think somebody squatting with their pants half-down is obvious, consider somebody facing a wall, alone and with a hand around their crotch...
    I'm certain there are plenty of shy guys who cannot expose themselves in public and plenty of risk-taking girls who would rather not be stuck with wet pants. I prefer wetting over free-peeing, but stories that feature a group where one character isn't ready to pee in public tend to make that character a girl and the more willing characters boys. It would be nice to see some variety there.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to DesperateFarm in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    While I can enjoy this type of character in omo sometimes, I do think "sexy women" in general are overrated in omo. Nothing against them, of course! But when you wanna look at art and nearly all of it is slim, feminine girls with huge tits and ass wearing super skimpy clothing, it's uh... almost discouraging, in a way? I like seeing/reading about all sorts of people being desperate and either making it or not! Isn't that the beauty of omo? That anyone can participate?
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    AnotherGuy reacted to GreenChile in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    Nudity or pulling down the pants before or during the wetting is a pet peeve
    Another one which isn't really overrated but overdone is the fake desperation followed by a thimble of pee making it into the pants. I guess you can say overblown desperation 
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    AnotherGuy reacted to GermanPhoenix in Overrated Things About Omorashi?   
    To be honest, too much of the omorashi content in video form results in sex or other heavily sexual activities, especially on the mainstream sites. I appreciate omorashi and its community exactly for the opposite, that it is something erotic, but isn't always sexual. I think of it as two separate types of eroticism
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    AnotherGuy reacted to RainbowCitadel in On my way home   
    So, this happened about a month ago, one Friday afternoon as I was at this pub with a couple of friends, for out weekly Friday gathering. None of us were drunk we ended up staying late and it was around 10 when I decided to head home. I thought about using the restroom before I left, but I didn't really have to go and decided not to. However, as I was riding my bicycle through the city, the beers in my stomach quickly caught up with me and mixed with the cool evening air my urge to pee grew rapidly.
    I was less than halfway into my 20 minutes ride home, when I realized that I'd might not be able to make it home in time. I kept my eyes open for a place to pee, but there was no public restroom around and the street were crowded with people out having a good time. Realizing that I wasn't that far away from the train station and knowing that there would be toilets, I decided to make a detour. A few minutes later I pulled up at the train station, left the bike and headed for the toilet. I had to pee pretty bad by now but as I reached the toilet, I was greeted by locked door and a sign saying that the toilets were closed from 10PM to 6AM... Damn.

    Frustrated and extremely disappointed, I went back to my bike trying to come up with a new plan. I was clean by now that there was no way that would be able to make it home with dry pants unless I were to find somewhere to pee. Riding my bike through the city, I looked around in desperation. There were small groups of people scattered around the streets but next to the train station there was this quiet stairwell leading to an underground parking garage. Looking around, hesitating for a bit I realized that this might be my only option and decided to go for it.

    Sneaking halfway down the stairs, out of sight from anyone in the streets, I unzipped my tight skinny jeans, pulled them down along with my panties and took a squat. As the pee started splashing unto the concrete stairs, I took a sigh of relief but in that exact some moment, I heard voiced coming from the door leading to the garage. I realized that someone was coming so I held back my remaining pee - with my bladder felt very upset about - and pulled up my jeans just as a small ground of loud young men came walking through the door.
    Happy that I'd make the call to stop peeing, I scoot aside inside the stairwell to let them pass. But while I thought that I had managed to hold back my pee, this only lasted a handful of seconds after which the urge to pee hit like a hammer. Clenching every muscle in my body, desperately trying to hold my pee, I felt a small stream but steady of pee escape into my underwear. Caught by panic, I grabbed my crotch desperately clenching and trying to stop myself from peeing, but it was no use and the seconds I stopped clenching, the pee came squirting out.

    I was in shock. I had no idea what to do as I just stood there pissing myself. I felt the soaking my crotch as it quickly started seeping down my legs and into my boots. After a while I finally managed to stop myself from peeing, but the damage was already done and to be honest, letting myself finish would have likely made no difference. The young men were far gone, and I don’t think that any of them notices me peeing myself even though I was right next to them.

    Standing there in the quiet stairwell feeling my pee-soaked jeans clinging to my legs, I took a moment to grasp the situation before I walked back to my bicycle and continued home. The warm sensation quickly vanished, and the ride home was pretty cold but luckily it only took about 10 minutes. I felt so weird riding openly through the city wearing my pee-soaked jeans, by as it was dark, no one was likely able to tell. But the time a made it home I still had to pee a little and while I could help feel silly, in hindsight it as actually pretty funny…
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    AnotherGuy reacted to eliz in My first genuine accident (+ photos)   
    Hello everyone, I usually don't post much on the forum (too shy) so I am bit nervous 😄 but I have to share this story with you because it was absolutely amazing and I still can't believe it actually happened. 
    So as the title says I had my very first genuine accident last week and it's my absolutely favourite wetting experience so far. So far I held my pee on multiple occasions over the years, most of the time as long as I could which in my case was usually for hours but it always ended up the same way. My bladder would really hurt from being so full for so long and I would end up leaking a bit then a bit more and so on, without ever really loosing control. I am also unable to completely empty my bladder in once  if I hold it for long time ( I am a bit envious of those who can 😄)so I would just pee some then stop then a few minutes later I would pee again and so on (it can be really frustrating sometimes). BUT everything changed last week! I must admit it happened in very specific conditions but it was still amazing and I enjoyed it so much. 
    On the day before my accident I had some wet fun, I held my pee for a few hours after work while drinking a lot of water. Everything went as usual I held it until I started leaking and then eventually wet my jeans (I made a few short videos I might post on here). Later on I drank some more and I ended up needing to pee again but I went to sleep and held it until morning (something I rarely do) so by then my bladder felt pretty weak with so much holding and it was hurting a bit everytime I needed to pee during the day.
    But that day I knew I would have some alone time after work again so I kept drinking a lot during the day. Initially I was planning on drinking a whole bottle of water about an hour before I leave work so I would get desperate while walking home (something I really enjoy lately) but as you can tell it didnt go exactly as expected 😄. 
    I usually leave work at 5pm so around 4pm I started drinking as planned but around 4:50 I was already so desperate I couldnt sit still and concentrate on my work so I decided to go pee. Then I finished my bottle of water and left at 5:05. It normally takes me 25 minutes to get home so I wasnt really worried (yet) even if I realised that all that water must have gone directly to my bladder because about 10 minutes later I was desperate again and those 15 minutes left to get home suddenly looked like an eternity. The closer I was to my apartment the more desperate I was. A few times I thought I would totaly piss myself in the middle of the street or at least leak. I had to stop at least twice to hold my crotch (something I have never done in public) but most of the time I was desperately trying to look as normal as I possibly could because there were a lot of people around. By some miracle I manage to get to my apartment complex (dry) but this was only a beggining.
    My appartment is on the first floor so it's really not very far but I leaked for the first time right when I opened the main door to the building. Then twice more on the stairs and finally when I got to the first floor I was desperately holding my crotch while walking as fast as possible to my door. 😄 The moment I closed the door I was totally pissing myself, I only had enought time to take my shoes off. The feeling was absolutelly incredible, so satisfying and relieving at the same time. It was so far the most amazing solo pee experience that ever happened to me and I still can't believe my luck.😍 
    I am sorry if it's a bit too long and also for my spelling mistakes but I still hope you enjoyed reading it. I made some pictures to remeber this special experience. 
    PS: I thought black jeans were safe to wet but I was so wrong 😄 



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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from OmoMan111 in The Balloon Ride   
    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from peeingmyjeans in The Balloon Ride   
    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from Novak Rogers in Had a bit too much fun last night   
    Too much fun? I would say just the right amount of fun. Those kind of unplanned scenarios can be the best.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to TVGuy in Caralynn’s Bound Desperate Wetting   
    Check out this incredible bondage video where, tied up and desperate to pee, Caralynn loses control of her bladder and soaks her jeans.
    In this scene we have Caralynn tied up and extremely desperate to pee.  Alisha torments her, ticking and pressing on her bladder, until finally Caralynn can take it no longer.  She ends up peeing in her pants, thoroughly soaking her jeans as Alisha watches.  After she is done peeing, Alisha takes off her wet pants and goes down on her.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from TheGreatNobody in The Balloon Ride   
    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from OldWetGuy in Are straight men into wetting or watching other women wet? Why does it turn you on?   
    Straight guy here, I definitely enjoy both. I'm not really sure why I enjoy this fetish, it's just something that I've always been into. I do agree that's hard to find a partner who is into this, so I share your feelings of loneliness about that.
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    Too much fun? I would say just the right amount of fun. Those kind of unplanned scenarios can be the best.
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    I love it
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    AnotherGuy reacted to AliasnameTO in The Balloon Ride   
    We need the story about how Alex pees herself next, she's the only one who really has it coming lol.
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    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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