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  1. View File DLEE-481 - School girl leaking vol.5 https://jade-net-home.com/products/124919?m= Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 02/11/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  2. 489 downloads

    a full on pantie messing
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  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This month, I did both of the winning ideas for my Solitary poll on Patreon --- and a continuation of last-month's (Don't) Flood the Internet! was one of those ideas! Anyway, le story! - The difficulty of the challenge she'd accepted went far beyond what she had expected --- to stream three hours of herself brimming with piss. And her chat did not act mercifully. Donation after donation, she was making a killing... but the challenges they gave her in exchange were equally murderous. Thirty jumping-jacks at the hour mark was a kindness in comparison with what followed shortly thereafter. Wearing a belt around her midsection a notch too tight for fifteen minutes... Doing ten sit-ups... Being disallowed to cross her legs or touch herself for the last half hour... And now this: rub three ice-cubes on her belly until each had melted. The first melted fairly quickly, but the moment it kissed her skin, it felt like lightning. The second took longer, as her stomach was still cold from the first. She traced circles with it, hoping the movement would dull it down faster. But the undulating pressure of ice against her midsection caused her legs to kick and twist. Why was this so hard?! As dribbles of water from the melted ice rolled off onto her bed, they drew streaks of horrific cold with them. She took a moment before the last ice-cube to squeeze herself and wriggle. The chat loved it. Mostly, however, she wanted to warm her stomach back up so the last one would melt faster. She needed it to, as the second had nearly made her lose control when it became so small that she lost her grip on it. She wasn't ready. But there wasn't a way to be ready in her current state. But the chat kept reminding her --- it was time for that last ice-cube. She took the last ice-cube in her hand, laid onto her back and spread her legs a bit so that there would be a clear view of her torture. She really didn't want to pee herself in front of her fans... As soon as the ice touched her freshly warmed skin, she knew it was over. She felt a spurt, and she was certain that the spot would be visible on her panties... But a glance at her footage in the screen revealed that the feeling must have been a mirage. The next dash of urine... was not a mirage. In fact, it had enough force to blast through her sponsor's panties...
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    I drank 3 liters of water and the toilet was locked. I was holding so hard I thought my bladder going to explode and I barely managed to take a video. The relief felt amazing!
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  5. From the album: Omo Drawings

    One of the first omo pics I ever made back when I was obsessed with portal.

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  6. View File Holding Contest We get home and I have to use the restroom super bad! You say that you need to use the restroom as well, and that we should play a game to decide who gets to go. We both have big glasses of water, first person to finish gets to pee! But it's too difficult for me to consume the water, and I end up wetting myself Submitter melikai Submitted 05/01/2022 Category Female  
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    Pretty long legged girl, takes off her shorts and has a nice long pee on the floor. She really is enjoying herself
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    Girl in Pink having a casual panty poo out on the balcony
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    One of the better accidents I've seen on TikTok.
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  11. hey folks, im looking to buy content from independent creators in the form of desperation and showing off a bladder bulge. i commissioned the attached link from the creator and id love to find more similar stuff. thank you in advance! https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2343252/Super-Desperate-to-Pee-Omorashi/
  12. This is a semi-true story that took place last year. It started off as just another report but along the way I decided that a bit of enhancement won't hurt if it helps the storytelling. For that reason I chose to post it as fiction rather than a true experience, something which I probably wouldn't have done just a few years ago. I'll leave it up to you decide which parts actually happened and which are filled-in blanks or enhancements. --- I don't remember if we had reached september yet but it was around that time of the year, late summer, still warm outside even during evenings. For an omo affiniado it would have been a no-brainer to get it out there immediately as you will see, but something held me back, and still does to some degree. That something is the fact that this is the only significant desperation experience I've ever encountered involving a friend which turned out to have quite a bit of emotional impact on me. She is in her 30's but she could easily pass for being 10 years younger. Not exactly pretty to my eyes, but not bad-looking either. Slightly chubby, let's say curvy, and rather short with long brown curly hair. I have no romantic interest in her whatsoever which makes it easy being good friends with her, especially since we share some musical interests. She's very self-confident albeit reserved but easy-going amongst known people. All in all, a very good friend who just happens to be female. That is what bothers me quite a bit about what ensued this late summer evening. I need so set up a bit of context here for it all to make sense. I live in an flat a couple of kilometers away from the city centre, about 10 minutes walk. I'm also a big vintage car enthusiast which in relation to my dwelling situation makes indulging in my hobby a bit of a logistical chore. I have solved this by renting a parking garage space here in town, as well as owning a workshop outside of town. Whatever car I'm driving at the moment is parked in the garage in town, located a couple of blocks away from my flat, about a five minute walk. The workshop on the other hand is located about 10 kilometers out of town, out in the countryside. On the evening in question, my friend was wearing a very 70's and very orange-brown-beige corduroy jumpsuit (not tri-coloured, just a very hard-to-describe nuance), buttoned up at the front with an equally 70's shirt collar, two or three buttons undone at the neck. In all honesty, as much as I love vintage clothing as well as vintage cars, I have to admit that this particular kindergarten-style jumpsuit looks rather dorky, even for her. But it does deserve a bit of prologue as well. For some reason, she really likes this particular suit, even if it apparently makes toilet visits a bit of a struggle. I recall her once telling me and another friend about that very issue with that very suit in a handful of situations, one of which took place in one of the city parks where she was caught short. As she would have to virtually strip out of the suit in order to take a long-overdue piss she apparently held on until the last moment before resigning and convinced a friend to let her use his bathroom, as he happened to live nearby. This was way before this particular evening though, and for all the bathroom-related hardship the suit brought upon her, you'd think that she would be cautious about getting herself into situations with no obvious conveniences nearby, especially bearing in mind that she also was a big beer-drinking enthusiast. You can already sense how suspiciosly specific the setup is getting here. Now on the evening in question, we had planned for a visit at a friend's place out in the woods just outside town, maybe 15 minutes drive, including some traffic. It was decided that I was to pick her and another friend up on the town and then drive us all out to the cottage. She and the other friend were at one of the pubs, and as I parked outside to wait for them I saw them noticing me and rose from the table and got out. Apparently, the other friend had somewhere else to be for the rest of the night (he's not a good planner, it has to be said) so it ended up being just me and her going to the cottage. As we arrived at the cottage it was all dark and empty. Apparently he had forgotten about our planned visit and was not there right then. As an improvised backup plan for the night, we decided that a few beers (additional beers on her part) back in town would do, but I also suggested a brief drive to and from the workshop as she does have an interest in old cars as well and would probably want to take a peek at what I had parked out there. She did, and we drove off and headed out of town towards the countryside where the workshop is. I figured it would add about an hour to the proceedings before we would settle down at the pub afterwards. I still hadn't noticed any desperation, neither was I on the lookout for any so she might just as well have moved about in the car seat without me noticing. Little did I know what manner of catastrophe was building up beneath that corduroy jumpsuit... About 15-20 minutes later we arrived at the workshop (the final part is all gravel roads, meaning you can't drive very fast) and I opened up the door to show off our playroom featuring some of my other cars and tons of tools in various stages of workability. I recall having some objective reason to get there, something along the lines of fetching or fixing something, although I'll be damned if I remember what. Whatever it was, I announced it and that's when she said, with not an insignificant amount of hesitation: "...I really really have to pee..." To which I responded that it will only take a moment and that we would drive back right away. Honest to god, I did not have any intent on delaying her or trying to create a perfect storm of desperation or anything. Quite the opposite, I did mean to have us back in town as soon as possible upon suddenly learning about her urge. "I really have to go, I will just go around the corner before we leave" was her reply to that. Now, our workshop is indeed a man's world with all that it encompasses. There is no plumbing or running water there and by extension, no facilities. Whenever you need to do your number ones, you do it out the back against the wall, and if you need to number two, well, you're screwed. The only semblance of privacy you might enjoy is provided by either darkness or the relative remoteness of the place, provided none of the nearby land-owners will pass by. This has never been an issue for neither me nor any of my male friends whenever we are messing around in the workshop so there has never been any reason for us to even consider engineering a solution. After all, if there is no problem there is no need for any solution. Anyway, she scurried out of the workshop and round the back to do her business. Meanwhile I did whatever it was that I did and then went out to the car and waited for her. It took a few minutes of waiting but eventually she came back and we got in the car and drove off back to the town. I casually asked if it went well to which she replied, with a surprisingly anxious tone in her voice: "No... it's really complicated in this suit. Could we please hurry back??" Apparently it was too much of a hassle getting out of the suit in the great wide open. Not too surprising; like I said, short of being able to simply whip out your willy and do your business against the wall in a matter of seconds, you're screwed out there, especially if you're a girl and ESPECIALLY if you're trapped in a button-up jumpsuit on top of that. What was surprising was the fact that she hadn't been more open about her desperation up until then. She was usually never that modest about such matters and had no problem announcing her need for a toilet, so what kept her quiet about it this one time I will never know. While driving back towards the city I noticed her fidgeting around in the passenger seat, her knees grinding up and down against each other while she sat on her hands in a tense posture. She obviously didn't want to let on just how desperate she had become by now. I casually asked if she hadn't gone before leaving the pub and apparently she had intended to as she hadn't been to the toilet even once since arriving at the pub almost two hours prior! Add to that a few beers and you can probably imagine how dire her plight even by that time. When I got to the pub to pick them up, there were a couple of people waiting for the only toilet to become vacant meaning she bet everything on being able to go when we arrived at our friend's cottage instead of holding us up while waiting for said toilet. As we approached the city limits, maybe 10 or so minutes onward, she was visibly in distress. She was breathing in short, nervous puffs and clearly intent on not disclosing how urgent her need had become. Still sitting in that stiff posture she started rocking back and forth in the seat when suddenly she gripped the curve handle with one hand while lifting herself up slightly and letting out a pitiful whimper. I had never seen her in such a dire and humiliated state and was in all honesty feeling rather uncomfortable. You know, sort of when you're in the presence of someone crying, letting you know that shit has become really serious. By now it was obvious that she wasn't far away from tears either, and by the look of her tense, slightly crooked posture and pinched thighs, those weren't the only fluids threatening to exit her body... "Oh no.... oh god.... I have to get out....I have to find a toilet.... Stop at the restaurant!" She said this in a panicked voice just as we approached a junction a few kilometers from my garage by which there is a burger restaurant, and the only place nearby where one could possibly find a toilet. Eager not to get the upholstery in my old car soaked in urine and my friend devastatingly humiliated, I turned left at the junction after having to wait a few agonizing seconds for the traffic lights to go green. ---- Part 2 coming soon
  13. Susan sniffled, or at least she tried to. The congestion in her nose and throat refused to give way. She wiped at the beads of sweat on her forehead with the sleeve of the flannel pajama top she’d been wearing for the past 48 hours. A video droned on YouTube. Even with the windows open, her room felt stuffy, or maybe it was just her. “I feel gross,” she croaked. Little did she know, she was soon to feel grosser. “You look lovely as ever,” her girlfriend, Jen, quipped (an obvious lie). “Besides, this is probably you’re body’s way of telling you you need to rest. You’ve been working like crazy lately.” “…Yeah, but does this even count as rest? Wouldn’t rest be lazing around on a tropical island, drinking stuff with tiny umbrellas in it?” Jen stood up, snatching Susan’s empty tea cup. “You need more of this. Want me to put a tiny umbrella in it?” Susan sniffed again, rolling her eyes. “We don’t have any.” “Could make one out of used tissues.” “Ewww.” With a shrug, Jen existed the room, presumably to get more tea. Alone in bed, Susan shifted around. She kinda had to pee. Not badly, but… Uhg. Just the thought of standing made her dizzy, plus she’d have to get out from under her warm blankets. She could wait. A tickle in Susan’s throat made her cough, and she instinctually squeezed her legs shut. She opened up her phone on selfie mode, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue. For how much her throat hurt, it didn’t look especially red or swollen. Her green eyes had dark circles under them, though. Jen had been calling them “panda eyes”. Susan loved how Jen always talked about her nicely, even when she was at her worst. Susan put down her phone and smiled at her girlfriend as she re-entered the room, baring a steaming cup of tea. Another cough escaped her throat, and she crossed her legs again. “You’re a godsend,” Susan said. “I am pretty awesome.” The two women sat together for a while, Susan enjoying her tea, and Jen enjoying Susan. The warm liquid tasted floral, though Susan couldn’t place a finger on exactly what kind of tea it was. It wasn’t rose, chamomile, or lavender, but it was soothing and laced with sweet honey. It calmed Susan’s throat and left her feeling drowsy. As she finished the tea, she rested her head on Jen’s shoulder. She didn’t plan to fall asleep, but before long she had. About an hour later, a cough tore from her throat, waking her up. “Aww, hon…” Jen rubbed her back, as though to lull her back to sleep. It might have worked, if not from the urgent pressure in Susan’s bladder. She coughed again, and felt a few drops of warmth spurt out between her legs. She sat up quickly, eyes widening, her breath hitching. “Babe, what is it?” “I have to…” Another big cough. Susan jammed her hands between her legs, and felt another spurt of warm liquid flow out around them. Her skin felt clammy and prickly, and her heart was racing. No way was she going to wet her pants in front of Jen. She swallowed back a cough. It felt like choking. Actually, she already had wet herself, but not very much. At least she hoped not very much, and not very obviously. Maybe, if she was careful, she could hide what had already happened, and make it to the toilet without making a fool of herself. “Sue?” “Just gonna run to the bathroom.” Susan shot Jen a fake smile, and forced herself to slowly untangle herself from the blanket, angling herself so that maybe the wet spot on her crotch could be hidden. No such luck. “Baby, it looks like you already did.” Blushing, Susan covered the stain on the front of her pajamas with her hands, but it was pointless. Now that she was standing, she could feel that her bottom was also slightly wet. “I…” Susan couldn’t think of what to say, and even if she had been able to, it wouldn’t have mattered, because she promptly started coughing again. With each cough, another spurt of pee escaped her, making its way down her thighs. Jen took hold of her by the elbow. “Come on sweetheart, let’s see if we can get you to the toilet to finish up.” As Jen led her to the bathroom, tears leaked from Susan’s eyes. She was as helpless to stop them as she was to stop the urine leaking out between her legs. She was twenty-three years old, but in this moment she felt like a particularly stupid three year old. “We’re almost there,” Jen encouraged. They were standing right in front of the bathroom door. It was still too far. Susan gasped as her bladder gave up, releasing completely into her pajama pants. She just stood there, feeling silly and utterly defeated as it all poured out of her, creating a puddle on the floor, mere centimeters from a toilet. Jen was silent, as though stunned. Then, as Susan’s humiliating accident tapered off, Jen sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Never mind. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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  15. One time in early high school I was staying the night at a friend's place. We hadn't met that long ago, and it was my first time being at her house overnight. I was usually very shy about using the bathroom anyway, and I didn't know her well, so I was nervous about what would happen if I had to pee. I tried to forget about it and told myself I'd deal with it later. My parents dropped me off in the evening, around 7 or so. I made sure to pee before I left my house. My friend was excited to see me, and we immediately got busy watching videos and joking around. A few hours went by, and we were sitting on the couch talking when I first felt an urge to go. It was mild, and even though it worried me a little, I brushed it off and quickly forgot about it. We moved to her bedroom as it got later. She put on some music and we kept hanging out for a while, but pretty soon the urge came back stronger than before. It was happening: I definitely needed to pee. Still not sure what to do about my situation, I subtly crossed my legs to take some pressure off and hoped for the best. After another hour or so I was really feeling it. I thought about going and using the bathroom, but the idea of her knowing I needed it was too scary, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I just pretended everything was fine and tried to wait it out. Eventually we decided it was time for bed. My friend said she would be right back; she had to go to the bathroom. As she slipped out the door and left me alone, I let myself squirm and bounce around openly. I really had to pee. The thought of her getting to relieve her bladder in the other room made me have to go even worse, and I wished that could be me, finally letting go. I got myself under control as I heard her coming back down the hallway, and we turned out the lights for the night. It was hard to fall asleep. I remember shifting around and crossing my legs, holding my crotch while I tried my best to ignore my full bladder. Several times I considered quietly getting up and sneaking out the door to the bathroom, but the idea of being caught by my friend or her parents was more than I could handle. I stayed in bed, and somehow I managed to drift off after a while. When I woke up the next morning, I still had to go, but my desperation wasn't so urgent. I could tell that my bladder was very full, but I felt like I could hold it longer, the need wasn't as sharp and insistent. My friend and I talked as I packed up my things, and then she suggested we go watch tv while we waited for her mom to take me home. We went into the den and sat in some soft recliners as she turned on the tv. It was quiet aside from the show she'd put on, and I watched with her for a little bit, but it only took a few minutes for my bladder to not-so-gently remind me of the problem. I suddenly had to go so badly. It was like flipping a switch, the desperation took over and I kind of froze up, just trying not to pee myself. I futilely struggled to hide it for a little bit, but it was a lost cause. From that point I was obviously desperate, I couldn't help it, I started to wiggle around in the chair and cross my legs in front of my friend. I had to keep moving or it was all coming out. I bounced and squirmed, switching between sitting on the whole seat and just the edge. She saw me and asked gently if I needed to use the bathroom, but I told her I was fine, clearly lying. I tried to pretend to watch tv, but I was visibly potty dancing, shifting positions every couple seconds, sitting on my heel, sliding down to sit on the floor and then back up into the chair again. After an excruciating few minutes her mom was ready to take me home, and we got into her car. I was in the back with my friend in the front, so I took advantage of being slightly hidden and crossed my legs tight, still squirming. The ride home was about 10 more minutes. I honestly didn't know if I'd make it, but I couldn't let myself think about having an accident, so I just kept holding on. It felt like ages, and the bumpy roads were torture on my swollen bladder, but we finally pulled into my driveway. I practically leapt out of the car and said a quick goodbye, thanking my friend's mom for the ride. I started up the driveway, hoping they'd pull away soon and wouldn't see it if I peed my pants. The car left as I disappeared around the side of the house and ran for the back door. My parents weren't home, and they'd left the back door unlocked for me, but the handle was a little tricky. I fumbled with it at first as I tried to get in, frantically dancing in place, but I managed to open it and rush inside. As soon as I got in I jammed my hands between my legs, shaking and squirming. I was so close to relief, but it felt like if I moved my pee would flood out. I just stood there for a few seconds, almost in tears. Finally, I gathered enough strength to make a final dash to the bathroom, and I ran for it. I made it through the bathroom doorway with seconds to spare. I was almost there, I'd been holding it for so long, but as I took my hands away from my crotch to pull my pants down, it was too late. I started peeing in my panties full force, I couldn't stop it. Quickly yanking my pants out of the way, I sat down, sliding my panties down too even though I was already peeing through them. The relief was incredible as I finally emptied my bladder after hours and hours of desperation. When I was done, I checked how badly I'd wet my clothes. My panties were completely soaked, and there were a few drops and wet patches on my pants where I hadn't gotten them off in time. I was embarrassed to still be peeing myself in high school, but also relieved that I'd managed to hang on until I got home, and that nobody had seen my accident. I put my wet clothes in the laundry and started it, and my parents never found out.
  16. A few months ago my girlfriend who has given me permission to tell this story had a pretty embarrassing accident. This was before she knew I was into this as well. We had to run out to go buy a bunch of shit because she was planning on staying with me for a while, we also got food cuz why not. It was night time and she was wearing a pretty simple pink and black t shirt with blue jeans and boots. We went out to Walmart(i know gross) after we ate and I eventually learned she had a huge aversion to using public toilets. We were only barely getting started shopping and she kinda whispered to me “Hey Kay i have to you know…piss”. Immediately my omo brain exploded but of course i told her to use the toilet and she replied “uh no lets just hurry”. My girlfriend is typically one of those strong tomboyish type so seeing her flustered was pretty adorable. We continued shopping without much of an issue, although her face was getting redder. Like 15 minutes later we were done with foody items and had to go across the store for the rest. On our way I noticed she would pause here and there, I once again asked if she’d use the bathroom and she got really embarrassed that I noticed but she did agree, so I went with her again across a big part of the store to the bathrooms, they were being cleaned. The cleaner said to just use the mens room but she refused so we resumed shopping. We got what we needed and got in line for the checkout, as we were moving I told her to try the restrooms again but she said no . My omo brain was like “This is the best day ever” but my sympathetic brain was sad and I knew the feeling all too well. We were only behind one person in line now and there were a handful behind us, then I heard a small squeal that originally I didn’t know was from her so I basically ignored it until she grabbed my arm as I heard the splashing begin. She was having a total accident in the line. I’d never seen someone so full of panic in my entire life, I saw her jeans getting darker and start to glisten. I briefly looked at the lady behind her who looked shocked but had this deep face of sympathy. The cashier and guy in front of us noticed as well but neither of them cared and returned to their payment. She peed for a few moments before I just told her to go to the car and gave her the keys. She ran out of the store faster than I imagined. At this point I felt so bad that my omo brain shut down. I apologized to the cashier and she just looked at me before saying “honestly it happens more than you’d imagine”. I did offer to help clean up but i was told no. I finished paying as i looked back seeing people avoiding the clear puddle of piss on the floor. I went out to the car and put the groceries away before getting in, she had put down a plastic bag from the box that i keep in the back for my own wetting but I always told her they were for trash. I asked if she was okay but she told me to just drive. The 20 minute ride home was dead silent as she stared at the moon mostly. She helped me bring groceries in despite me telling her to just to in and shower. Once we got in with all our shit i put it away before she briefly came over and shakily asked if i still loved her which honestly hit me in the chest like a bullet because i had said those exact words before in a very similar situation. I naturally said yes and hugged her. Afterwards she softened up about it and we put groceries away(she was even still wearing her wet jeans). Afterwards we went in and took a shower together which I offered to help her feel better. Now here we are a few months later and shes open to my kink and even tries it herself sometimes. Sometimes God hears and answers prayers
  17. Found a couple videos that seemed cute. However, marked as private and can't be viewed. https://thisvid.com/videos/diapered-girlfriends-jav-part-1/ https://thisvid.com/videos/diapered-girlfriends-jav-part-2/
  18. Part 1; Emma’s Wet Walk Home The warm spring air hung still and calm as Emma made her weekly journey to her gymnastics class. The sun was beginning to draw itself towards the horizon and the people of the city were behaving similarly, most of the days work had been completed and people now went about their private business. A group of students were drinking beer outside of an expensive looking bar and she wondered how they could afford it, students loans, she thought to herself and began to ponder her monetary decisions as she was a student too and just as those drinking at the bar, she used her student loan to for unnecessaries too. The thought didn’t stick in her mind for long though as she was soon distracted by a car wildly revving it’s engine, she turned sharply to see where the noise had come from and suspected it was the blue Opel with the fake body kit, and in her mind she judged the sort of person who would own a car like that. A man with a small penis, she thought to herself with amusement and chuckled audibly. The gymnastics hall was now not far away, maybe another ten minutes and walking in the surprisingly warm evening air she was grateful she had not wrapped up warm. Her outfit was decidedly simple and was chosen with comfort and freedom of movement in mind, it had occurred to her on many occasions that most of her outfits were chosen this way and she was comfortable with that. Tonight she was wearing her usual black tank top with a matching black sports bra underneath and a light long sleeved tunnel necked jacket above the tank top, her petite figure made such clothing appealing and she always thought this outfit suited her nicely. Her supple legs were encased by super soft black cotton leggings which clung tightly and fitted almost like a second skin and underneath her leggings she wore a pair of blue and white striped bikini briefs, which as she walked to the gymnasium, were giving her a slight wedgie. She contemplated discreetly trying to pick out the wedgie but decided against it, judging it was a little undignified to do so in such a public place, besides, nobody else but her knew, at least that’s what she thought, except that wasn’t entirely true as unbeknownst to her she was displaying a noticeable pantyline, and anyone who chose to look would see her pert bum framed by thick lines on both sides. The journey from home to the gymnasium was of a considerable distance and on foot it would often take a whole hour, but this was fine, she liked to walk and the sights and sounds of the city made the journey interesting. On one occasion she had used the cities tram system in an attempt to shorten the journey time, but it backfired when the tram she was travelling on encountered a mechanical problem and broke down, she was late to her class because of the broken tram and so vowed not to trust them again for this journey. But now she was on foot, gradually navigating the cities thoroughfares, following the same route she had used for the previous twelve weeks. She believed wholeheartedly that her route was the optimal route and would hear no detractions, but nonetheless, it was true that her route home was slightly different and a touch longer than her route to the gymnasium, but this was an adaption she had made after the second week and it was all because of her bladder. Inevitably she drank a lot of water at her classes, quite often two litres or more over the course of the two hours and all this water had a catastrophic effect on her bladder. After her first class she had used the facilities at the gymnasium but they were dirty and unkept so she had vowed not to use them again and in the future, she decided she would hold on until she returned home. However, as she discovered after week two, this was a task her bladder was simply not strong enough for and she had come very close to having an accident and, were it not for a bar named the Stumble Inn and their relaxed policies regarding the use of their facilities, she would have undoubtedly wet herself before making it home. The Stumble Inn was around fifteen minutes walk from the gymnasium and she was glad it was no further because even at a distance of fifteen minutes she did not make it to the toilet with dry underwear and as she would discover, this would be the first of three occasions that she would arrive at the Stumble Inn in a similar state. On this first occasion she was surprised at just how quickly her desperation to pee had escalated, it seemed to her that one moment she was fine with just a small pressure leaning on her bladder and yet, mere moments later, she was fighting against a great force which was rapidly making holes in her defences and it was through these holes that warm urine dribbled into her underwear. She didn’t find this to be embarrassing however, as she understood the limits of the human anatomy and knew full well that she was not the first person of her age or sex to unintentionally pee in her underwear. She knew in fact, that her roommate Minttu, was prone to these small accidents. Minttu was not aware that she knew this, why would she, but Emma did know, because it was often Emma who sorted their laundry and every so often Emma would find Minttu’s underwear stained suspiciously yellow around the gusset. Of course, Emma would never dream of mentioning this fact to anyone, but it did give her some comfort in regard to her own little accidents. She thought on this for a while as she edged ever closer to the gymnasium and at last, she finally arrived at the gymnasium and away from prying eyes picked the wedgie from her bum which had been bothering her for a short while now and then continued through a long well lit corridor into the gymnasium itself. The room was large with an abundance of equipment dotted all around and a gaggle of girls were gathered in the far corner, she knew them all as they were all fellow university students and members of this gymnastics class. She left her backpack on a bench at the far left side of the room and then went to join her fellow students and as she did so she was greeted warmly. For a while the group chatted about school and other related matters but before too long their instructor called a start to the session and the room fell silent. “You can do better than that” the class instructor blurted out in an insensitive way. “I’m not strong enough, I just can’t pull myself that way” Emma protested. She was indeed trying hard but she wasn’t giving it everything as she was becoming tired and she was also mindful of not hurting herself by overexerting herself. But her instructor was not buying it and he knew she was holding back. “Very well” he started patiently “you’ll try again next week and hopefully then you’ll feel stronger”. She felt a pang of disappointment as she heard the stinging words but she just smiled and walked away from the apparatus. “I couldn’t manage it either” a comforting voice whispered in her ear, she didn’t bother replying and instead just smiled and carried on walking. She sat on the bench where her backpack had been left two hours earlier and drained the water that remained in her water bottle. It was a one litre bottle and this was the second time she had drained the bottle since arriving at her class. She was bathed in sweat and her tight leggings were sticking to her thighs. Her muscles were burning and her eyes felt heavy but she felt better that it was time to go home and she felt a surge of joy when she realised that tomorrow was Saturday. It took some moments for her to summon the strength to stand up to begin her walk home and she exhaled as her legs took her slender body weight. “I’ll see you all next week” Emma said cheerfully and all members of the group replied with their own goodbyes. She then heaved her backpack onto her shoulders and began her walk home. She left the gymnasium and the cold night air hit her with gusto but she thought it was delightful, after two hours of hard gymnastics in an overly warm room the cool night air was a welcome relief and she sucked the air into her lungs and revelled in the freshness. This feeling did not last forever though and before long her clothes which were damp with sweat began to feel extremely cold and all of a sudden the walk home became quite unpleasant. Her bladder, full with water was also beginning to ache, this was normal after her gymnastics class and as usual she planned to stop at a particular bar which was in her route home. She always went to the bathroom in this bar after gymnastics because the toilets were clean and pleasant, which were in stark contrast to the gymnasiums bathrooms which were dirty and unkept and as she already knew, this bar allowed anyone off the street to use their facilities without buying a drink, a rare quality in a city where most bars expect the opposite. Step after step she drew closer to her special bar and the relief of emptying her bladder. She was now in serious need of a toilet, her bladder was bulging and ached terribly with the weight of two litres of water. However, she was unworried, she knew her bar was now just down the street and she knew she would make it easily. She had done this walk a dozen times before and it invariably followed the same script so she was unworried when a small trickle of pee warmed a small area of her crotch, after all, this had happened a couple of times before and she considered it an irregular part of the script. The bar was now just a couple hundred metres away, she couldn’t see it but she knew it was there and she unconsciously quickened her pace. The people around her were a blur and her mind was focused solely on emptying her poor aching bladder. Her heart jumped as the bar drew into view. Her bladder was aching with an unusual ferocity and she could feel that her crotch was warm and damp, she found it hard to tell if this was because of the trickle a few moments ago or if she had peed again into her underwear. It didn’t matter, she thought to herself, because the bar was just a handful of steps away. Smiling at the thought of emptying her bladder she pressed her shoulder into the solid wooden door of the bars entrance, she pushed hard but the door wound not budge. She pushed again but as before the heavy door did not budge. She stepped back clamping her thighs together in the process and looked into the windows to see if there was any life inside. There was not. She looked again at the heavy door and noticed a laminated notice taped above a small pane of glass which said; “Due to a COVID outbreak among the staff we will unfortunately be closed for the foreseeable future, we apologise for any inconvenience this may cause” Her heart sank. This was a totally unforeseen circumstances and she knew if an alternative bathroom could not be found very soon, she would undoubtedly wet herself. She spun around one hundred and eighty degrees looking for somewhere suitable to use a bathroom but nothing jumped out at her. Unsure of what to do and knowing she had to act swiftly or else her bladder would take matters into its own hands, she called her roommate. The phone rang four times before she finally picked up. “Do you know of anywhere I can go for a pee near the Stumble Inn?” She asked her roommate without so much as a hello. “Not of the top of my head” her roommate replied giggling slightly “I’m not an encyclopaedia of public toilets” She had to suppress a surge of anger at her roommates flippancy, this is no joking matter she thought to herself. “Seriously, if I don’t find a toilet soon I’m going to piss myself” she said not bothering to hide the panic in here voice. “I’m sorry but I don’t know that part of town so well, if you’re that desperate I’d just try and find a quiet alley or something and pop a squat” Not a bad idea, she thought to herself. “Okay. Well thanks anyway, I’ll see you when I get back” she replied as cheerfully as she was able. “Good luck and if you come home with wet leggings I’ll know not to ask” her roommate replied comically. She hung up and walked hurriedly in the direction of home. Her plan now was to find a quiet spot to pop a squat, not the easiest thing to do in a major city but she couldn’t see many other alternatives. Just about every bar in the city insisted you buy a drink before using the facilities and she didn’t have her purse so she had no money, so as far as she could see she had two choices, pop a squat in a quiet place or wet herself. She knew she couldn’t make it home without her bladder failing completely, because it was already beginning to fail. Just minutes ago she had first felt the warmth against her crotch and at the time she had been unconcerned, but now, as the warmth crept over her crotch again she did begin to panic. She looked frantically for an alley but she could see nothing suitable. She felt like the wetness in her crotch was spreading but she was unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. On the left hand side she spotted a dash of green jutting out and breaking the monotone palette of the city and an idea struck her. It was a small park, not a particularly nice park but it was secluded enough she reckoned to empty her bladder privately and with some dignity. She hurried in the direction of the park, almost at a run now. Her heart was pounding, partly because of her panic stricken situation and partly because she was now running. Her feet crunched the gravel as she entered the small green space and her eyes dashed in all directions looking for a good spot to empty her bladder. She was trembling with the effort it took to hold back the flood of water that had filled her bladder, but to her left she could see a small alcove covered by bushes on three sides and she figured that was as good as she was going to get. She hurried into the space and quickly scanned the gravel floor for any obstacles and as she found none, she took a deep breath and grabbed the waist band if her leggings. She faced the only entrance to the alcove and carefully squatted with her bum a couple of inches from the gravelly floor below. The position was not very comfortable and it placed a great strain on her bladder and she was unconsciously already peeing before she had pulled her leggings down, it was not much but it was enough to dribble through her thin cotton underwear and soak into her heavier leggings below, at this she stood up and clamped her thighs shut to stem the flow. She then examined her leggings which were damp to the touch but were dry to the eye, next she pulled her leggings down slightly to inspect her knickers and as she already knew, they were warm, pissy and wet. She considered what she would do if she was spotted popping a squat and the thought was mortifying for her, it was not so much the act of peeing that she thought mortifying but the fact of being caught naked. So, she resolved to not be caught naked. She squatted down for a second time and grabbing the waist of her leggings she pulled them down towards her ankles. She fiddled with her leggings for a few moments until she was certain they were well clear of any potential mishaps when she began to empty her beleaguered bladder. She was already trickling pee uncontrollably but now she took a deep breath and simply relaxed. She was surprised just how long it took for her bladder to start releasing its contents, she had assumed that the moment she relaxed a great torrent would spray forth but that was not the case and instead nothing occurred except the already present trickle. But this was not the case for long and within a few moments an almost orgasmic feeling of relief washed over her as a great warm torrent flooded into her underwear. She had decided not to remove her knickers for a couple of reasons, one of which was because of her fear of being caught naked and this was the greater reason but the other lesser reason was because, as she saw it, she had already peed in her underwear a not insignificant amount and so it made no difference if she peed in them some more, either way, she thought, I’m going home with wet knickers. Her pee thundered and splashed into the gravel below and she had not adequately accounted for just how violent this would be and so she was forced to readjust her feet slightly so her shoes and leggings were in the firing line. The warm pee streamed through the thin blue and white cotton and because of how quickly she was peeing the wetness in her underwear was not spreading as far as she had originally anticipated but nonetheless, she could feel the warmth spreading to her bum. The beleaguered cotton that made up the crotch of her underwear could take no more and so her pee was now spraying through the material that rested at the base of her bum. She felt a calmness take over her and basked in the fantastic relief she was feeling. Her bladder was now almost empty and she gave herself a shake to release the last remaining drops from their hiding place. Underneath there was an ocean of pee streaming away into the soil and plants just a few feet away and she was now aware of cars whizzing by only a few metres away. “I did it” she thought to herself. Before leaving her alcove she used the sweatbands in her backpack to pat her knickers dry a little, she knew anyone who looked closely would see a suspicious wetness against her crotch and bum but she didn’t care, own it, she thought to herself. Her knickers were throughly soaked and the wet material clung to her ever more greatly now. But, after patting herself dry she then pulled her leggings back up to once again display her pert bum with the panty lines for which she was famous for amongst her friends, and with her bladder empty she left her alcove and began the long walk home. It didn’t take long for her soaked knickers to become very cold against her delicate skin and she briefly regretted not removing the garment before urinating, but she hurried the thought out of her mind because she could not go back to make a different decision. She reminded herself that this was not the first time she had walked home with a cold wetness against her delicate area, only this time it was a larger area that was facing the cold wetness of her misfortune. Every so often she would unconsciously run her hand over her rear to check for any wetness that may be soaking through to her leggings and indeed, she could feel a protruding wetness against her fingers, but she didn’t believe it was enough to be noticeable to anyone who was not actively checking her out at close range. Nonetheless, her journey was uncomfortable and the wetness from her crotch was rubbing gently against her thighs and so she was chafing a little. She had now been walking for ten minutes since leaving her alcove and her mind was accosted with a thought that she was missing something and she began to wrack her brain to discover what it was. It was almost five minutes later that it dawned on her that she forgotten to pick up her backpack and she had left it in her alcove. She cursed herself for being so incompetent and momentarily considered just leaving it there, there wasn’t much in it after all, a water bottle, some pissy sweatbands and a few hair clips and such like but, that wasn’t the point, she simply couldn’t afford to buy a new backpack, so she about turned and walked back to her alcove. Emma walked as quickly as she could and she made it back to the alcove in a little over ten minutes, and in her alcove there she found her puddle of now drying urine and her backpack. She checked the backpack to make sure everything was present and correct and with this verified, she hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders and for a second time, left her alcove. She turned right following the bushes on that side of the gravel pathway and in front of her was a young woman of maybe thirty years of age, Emma was startled for a moment but then smiled at the woman and she was intent at leaving it at that but the strange woman stopped Emma with a gentle hand and began speaking. “Is that your backpack?” The stranger asked curiously. “It is” Emma replied suspiciously, unsure of where this conversation was going. “So” the stranger started, letting the word hang in the air for a moment “you were the one who urinated in that alcove about half an hour ago?” Her tone was not accusing but rather of curiosity. Emma blushed a deep red and struggled to find adequate words. “Yes” she eventually blurted out unceremoniously. “Okay” the stranger started gently “I saw you from my window over there, you see” Emma’s eyes followed the woman’s finger and was about to apologise but the woman cut her off. “We all get caught short at sometime or another, but in the future be more mindful of your surroundings” the woman stopped for a moment, seemingly to let her words of advice sink in, but she then continued “if I could see you, I’m sure other people could too and you don’t want that, do you?” The question was rhetorical so Emma didn’t respond and instead just started at her shoes. “Although, I’ll give you credit for not exposing yourself in public” the woman said thoughtfully with her eyes fixed on Emma’s pissy crotch. Emma did not know what to do with herself. She felt embarrassed and the stranger clearly picked up on this and tried to reassure her. “You’re not the first woman to pee outside and you’re certainly not the first pee in her underwear” she stopped for a moment to reminisce on her own close calls and accidents over the years “accidentally or otherwise” she continued “but it’s important to be aware of your surroundings, I say this not to embarrass you, we’ve all been there, but just let this be a soft lesson” the woman finished and smiled at Emma who did her best to smile back. “I didn’t think for a second anyone could see me” Emma said innocently “if I thought for a second anyone could see me I’d have not went there” Emma wasn’t done yet but again she was cut off gently by the older woman. “You’d have not went there and instead wet yourself on the street?” The woman asked indignantly and tried to soften the words with a smile and then continued “as far as I’m concerned you made the better choice, but just not in the right place” Emma considered that for a moment and figured the older woman was probably correct. “Get yourself home and don’t worry, nobody can see you’ve peed in your underwear” the woman lied gently. Emma thanked the woman as politely as she could and with that both women went their separate ways. Emma considered the woman’s words for the next ten minutes as she reached the spot where she had first realised she had forgotten her backpack. She felt embarrassed that she had been caught urinating outside but given the circumstances she felt relieved that she had made the decision to not remove her underwear, an uncomfortable and cold walk home was, she considered, to be a small price to pay to keep her dignity and not expose herself. For a while she kept replaying the moment she had scanned her alcove and wondered why it had not occurred to her that the apartments well above the ground would obviously have a view into the alcove, but she forced herself to forget this detail and told herself it was either that or wet herself in full view of the future various pedestrians and then she knew she had made the right decision. She continued towards home with her underwear still sodden and cold but blissfully, the longer she walked the more she warmed up. It had now been over forty minutes since she had urinated in the alcove and she was still over half an hour from home, her journey had been heavily delayed and as she knew would happen, her bladder was rapidly filling. This happened each and every week, she would urinate in the Stumble Inn and then, sometime later, usually close to home, her bladder would again begin to roar fiercely and the last ten minutes or so would be a desperate dash to the sanctity of her bathroom. Each and every week she had made the desperate dash successfully, but, because of the various delays this evening she feared her desperate dash would be beginning much earlier than usual, as she was already feeling the weight of her bladder increasing. She forced herself to think about something other than the events of the last hour or so in an attempt to take her mind of her ever filling bladder and soaking wet underwear, and instead, she thought about what she would do tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday and she crafted grand plans in her mind as to how she would best make use of the day and these thoughts allowed her to forget about her current situation for a good few minutes. But, before long she was snapped back to reality when her embattled bladder began to cry in pain. Home felt like a lifetime away, but in reality it was only a twenty minute walk and she tried in vane to remind herself of this but it was to no use, her beleaguered mind would not accept the reality of the situation and was instead in disaster avoidance mode. The evening now felt tremendously cold and whilst the air was chilly, it was her sopping underwear that gave her the real chill. Her bum, thighs and crotch all felt chillingly cold and at one point, she discreetly rubbed her hand over the wet cotton crotch of her underwear and discerned that they had not dried at all, it was as if she had just peed in them moments ago. She was walking in a daze barely able to comprehend anything other than her need to pee, her head was swimming and she was devilishly distracted. She felt like her surroundings were unfamiliar but she paid this though no matter and carried on her way. She kept trudging forward, one foot after the other, her bladder crying in pain with every passing second. She felt like home was now close, maybe another five minutes, she thought to herself. To her right she spotted an ornately decorated apartment block and she marvelled that she had not seen it before, it was truly beautiful and she could not understand how she had not seen it before. It was then that it dawned on her, to her disbelief and indignation, she had been walking the wrong way. In seconds she whipped out her phone to check her location on Google Maps and it quickly became apparent that she had been walking the wrong way for quite some time. She had unknowingly walked one kilometre off course and because of this, Google estimated it would now be a fifteen or twenty minute walk home. She cursed herself again. She about turned and began trudging in the now correct direction, but she was angry at herself, this diversion had cost her precious time and she had nothing to blame but herself. She was walking angrily and her strides were much longer than usual, her petite feet were hammering down into the pavement below, she was filled with a blind rage. Her bladder ached, her head was swimming, she was exhausted from the gymnastics and the seemingly endless walking and she felt a certain oddness wash over her. It was a strange feeling and she pondered what it was that she was feeling, so she stopped to give it real thought. She stood motionless for a moment and then she felt it. “My crotch is warm” she thought to herself. It took her several moments to suspect what was happening and her suspicions were only confirmed after she ran her hand down the front of her leggings and grabbed a handful of a now warm, pissy crotch. A gentle dribble of warm urine passed through her fingers and soaked into her dark leggings below. “Guess this is it then” she thought to herself. But then it stopped. Her hand was unmoved and she felt a pang of surprise when warm urine ceased to pass through her fingers. She had done nothing to stem the dribble and so she was unsure of why exactly it had ended, but she didn’t question it, she was exhausted and no matter what happened, she just wanted to get home. She pressed onwards and to help ease her mind she donned her headphones and began listening to an audiobook. She had listened to this book before, it was a favourite and it was doing a marvellous job at distracting her from her bladder. Behind her she heard the familiar roar of a Diesel engine, it was a bus, the number twenty two. She shrugged. But then she realised, the twenty two was her saviour, as it would take her right to her front door. She hailed the bus wildly and the driver dutifully brought the bus to a halt at the stop, she climbed aboard and rummaged for her purse and cursed herself again when she realised she did not have her purse or her bus card. The driver saw a bedraggled but highly attractive young woman at the stop and he noticed she hailed him down in an exuberant manner, he brought the bus to a halt. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself wistfully as she stepped aboard his vehicle, but his wistfulness was checked as his nostrils were assaulted by the strong scent of urine. He looked over his shoulder to see who was urinating on his bus, but he had only one other passenger and he was sat right at the back without a care in the world. He looked his attractive young passenger up and down and noticed a wetness against her crotch and a short but noticeable streak of wetness down her left leg. She was rummaging for something in her backpack, her purse, he suspected correctly. He thought about what he should do, he did not want a passenger who was going to urinate all over his floor but on the other hand, the girl was clearly in some distress and was in urgent need of a toilet so he didn’t wish to turn her away. “Where are you going?” He asked curiously. The young woman blushed and stared back at him with big blue eyes, very attractive, he thought to himself again. “I’m going to Rauhankatu” she answered swiftly “but I can’t find my bus card” He considered her response for a moment. Rauhankatu was only three stops away, so she didn’t have long to hold on. He decided it was a risk worth taking. “Hop on” the driver responded. “Thank you so much” the young woman replied heartedly. Emma took a seat at the middle of the bus so she was close to the exit door. She was overjoyed that the driver had let her onboard but she was nervous if he had noticed that she was wearing pissy underwear, but she convinced herself that that would be impossible. The bus drove away sharply down the straight smooth road. The roads were quiet and she hoped nothing more would go wrong. She pondered the evenings events and chuckled to herself at just how bizarre this evening had become. The bus passed its first stop and she knew there was only one more stop before her own. Her legs were clenched together like a secure gate and as her crotch was again cold, she knew she had the situation under control. Then the bus lurched violently as it’s left wheel crashed into a pot hole and the bus vibrated viciously. The vibration went straight up Emmas bum and into her spine and then her crotch turned warm again. Without a moments notice warm urine sprayed through her underwear and leggings and soaked into the fabric seat beneath her bum. Her right hand instinctively grabbed her crotch but all she could feel was a warm wet stream emanating from her leggings. She fought wildly to stem the tide but she could hear an audible dripping sound somewhere near her feet. In panic she pressed the stop button, she wanted off the bus. “If I’m going to wet myself, I’m not going to ruin someone’s bus” she thought to herself. The bus screeched to a halt and she hurled herself to her feet and with an almighty will she managed to stem the flow of urine. As she walked urine was trickling down her legs and it was only as she got off the bus and heaved her thighs together tight that she contained the urine in her bladder. She looked around to see where she was and her eyes lit up, because she was home. Emma ran into her apartment building and called the elevator, she lived on the eighth floor and did not feel like walking. The elevator was on the fourth floor when she called it and she cursed how long it was taking. 3 2 1 Then the doors jerked open and out stepped a young couple. Emma blushed and made out that she was holding the door open for them, but in reality she was trying to hide her wet leggings. The couple walked out of sight and Emma darted into the lift. “Nearly there” she told herself audibly. She was no longer urinating but she was still magnificently desperate. 2 3 4 5 6 “Hurry up you bitch” she audibly chided the ageing elevator. 7 8 She darted out the elevator with great speed and fumbled her keys into the door. She slammed the door behind her and hurriedly flicked off her shoes. “How did it go?” Her roommate, Minttu shouted from her bedroom “did you wet yourself?” She asked in a playful tone. “It’s all good” Emma replied swiftly but with as much good humour as she could muster “I’m going in the shower” “No problem” Minttu replied evenly. Then the bathroom door slammed shut. Minttu paused her show and peered over her shoulder, she could just about see the hallway from where she was sitting and she spotted Emma’s backpack dumps in the corner. She didn’t think it unusual for Emma to go straight into the shower after her gymnastics class as that was her usual modus operandi but for some reason she felt it was different tonight. She thought back to Emma’s phone-call asking about bathrooms earlier in the evening and wondered what she had done to empty her bladder. Minttu knew about Emma’s struggles with her bladder after gymnastics, she knew very well, because she had found Emma’s pee stained knickers in their shared washing basket on couple of occasions. The first time was a chance find, she was depositing washing of her own when she had caught the scent of urine and after discerning the smell was not from her own laundry, she had fumbled around in the basket and her hand brushed against a cold wetness. She then fished out a pair of pee stained black knickers. Were it not for the odour she would not have known it was pee, because the black cotton displayed no dark staining but the smell was a giveaway. After this, Minttu would check the basket every week on gymnastics day, waiting for Emma to go to bed before inspecting her roommates laundry and so it was that a couple of weeks later she discovered another pair of pee stained knickers. However, unlike the previous occasion, this time the find was not so subtle. For one, the offending garment was grey and showed very visible pee staining and secondly because her roommate had quite clearly had a bigger accident on this occasion, the staining was much larger and the smell more pungent . Minttu did not fully know why she did this, she suspected it was because she wanted some kind of reassurance that she was not the only one who occasionally pees in her underwear and these finds did indeed provide her some level of comfort. However, it was only after the second find that she reassured herself that she was not the only one. Tonight, Minttu was certain her friend had once again peed in her underwear and as she walked into the hallway her nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of urine. She tried to follow the smell but it trailed off in all directions so she resigned herself to once again, check the laundry after Emma had fallen asleep. Emma slammed the bathroom door shut and in great haste stripped off her leggings, she was urinating again but now she could not stop the torrent. Her bladder had given up the fight and warm urine sprayed forth uncontrollably. She was pissing down her legs and her leggings were becoming soaked, she struggled to wriggle herself free and meanwhile she was spraying pee around the bathroom. She had one leg free and the other was in the air as she tried desperately to get the sodden cotton over her ankle, it was tight because the material was wet and clingy. A puddle of urine was pooling on the ceramic floor and with one foot in the air she slipped on her puddle and landed bum first, making a faint splashing sound as she did so. She was now lying on her back and still she was urinating, warm urine was creeping up her spine and she was grateful she had already removed her upper body clothing. Then, with one more great heave, she freed the stubborn leggings from her ankles and tossed them to one side. Then, with as much grace as she could muster, she plonked herself on the toilet, a toilet that had eluded her so very much and just as in her alcove, she emptied her bladder into her underwear. “Well, I made it to a toilet” she thought to herself in amusement “I’m still peeing, so I guess I made it” she almost chuckled.
  19. Headed home from a bar yesterday which was about a 30min drive and my wife was getting more and more desperate to pee. She had broken the seal a few times while drinking and She was begging me to just pull over and let her relieve herself on the side of the road near the end of the ride. Needless to say I kept pushing on with her in agony by the time we hit our street. She was bursting and could sit still with her hand crammed in her crotch. No sooner than I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park she gasps and completely loses control peeing her pants and making a huge puddle in the seat. A definite dream come true.
  20. Last summer when COVID looked like it was dying away, I started a part-time job again at a pool near me, being a swimming instructor (more like an adult supervisor haha). I was technically only the 'sidekick' but most of the time he was working with the little kids. These were lower-level "competitive" teams so my job mostly consisted of writing workouts, showing specific techniques and being a lifeguard so that these kids don't drown on themselves. It wasn't that bad. When I started the job, my shift covered a 1.5 hour session and a 30 minute break and then 2 one hour sessions afterwards. Bladder-wise this was a nice schedule. I got a half hour break in between the 2 classes. But after a couple of weeks, the class schedules changed. The same time slot that I was avaliable for was now hosting a 1.5 hour session, a 10 minute break, and then a 2 hour session another 10 minute break then a 40 minute session right after. So my shift ended up a half hour longer but I didnt really care at that point. The job paid well for a small pool and it was pretty easy. What I didn't think of was my bladder. This is how the first day on the new shift went: First was the same 1.5 hour session team I taught before. I was pretty happy to see a lot of familiar faces and a couple new ones. This one went without much issues. Where I figured wrong was that I could use the bathroom in the 10 minute break like I used to before. While I wasn't really desperate or anything, it was a level where I definitely did want to use the bathroom given the chances. But 10 minutes wasn't nearly enough time. There were no staff bathrooms or anything here, we used the same rooms as the kids which meant the changing/bathroom was packed after a session. It was a small pool but we still had around 30-42 kids on one "competition" session. The kiddy lesson area often had more kids too. The changing rooms were woefully inadequate. Maybe the boys changing room had a bit more space I don't know because our male instructors cleaned it up but the girls room had 8 private changing stalls, 1 private shower-room and 4 toilets. Between talking to parents and other girls using up the room, it wasn't long until the next session's kids began rolling into the changing room. So now I was on to the next session. This was a slightly lower level session than the previous which meant I had to be in the water for more. Pain. I shrugged off the creeping urges. This being their first day, I had to go review through all the strokes before setting them free around for practice. I sat down on a plastic chair at the end of the pool. 1 workout after, I stood up to go to the whiteboard on the side of the pool to write a new workout which is when it struck me that I had to pee. About half an hour of the class had passed and I was feeling it. I pressed my luck a bit since I didn't see any other options. This and that happened and I had to get in the water a couple more times which was awful - about another hour had passed. My resting position had become a bouncing cross leg and I started looking around for the other instructor. He's over at the kiddie pool section teaching kids. Crap. Nobody else is at this pool with lifeguard training and I can't leave these kids without a life guard swimming so if I wanted to go I would need to pull everyone out of the pool. Its one thing to do this at the start of class, its a whole other issue to do this in the middle of class, in front of parents watching through a glass window on the far side. As time ticked on I was trying to hold back waves of desperation. I started farting involuntarily while sitting (it was silent thank god). All the splashing was getting in to my ears and I was beginning to think about what would happen if I had to rescue someone - the answer was pee everywhere in the pool and the thought of it kept creeping up on me. In the worst stroke of luck I've pulled that entire year probably, a kid asked me to demonstrate something we we're trying to do just as soon as the kiddie pool session was being over, aka when the other instructor was free. I swear to god I was so irrationally mad at that kid after I realized that he was gone when I finished showing them. But anyways, while I was doing the demonstration, the other instructor had dismissed his class and then left through the boys changing room to greet the parents in the main hall. No chance of calling him over now and I'm dripping wet now. By the time class was over, you could see a bulge through my one piece. It was aching badly. I covered myself up in a towel to wipe myself off, as I opened the changing room door and was greeted by a stream of cold air. I quickly stepped aside the door and held myself under the cover of the towels. I was so close to leaking but I had barely managed it. I honestly surprised myself. Holding it for this long was an odd case for me. I awkwardly greeted the parents as fast as I could without looking rude or uh.. you know.. really really desperate. But the worst part was that the 10 minutes was gone in a snap again and awaiting me was another 40 minutes of hell. And compared to the last 2 sessions this one was hell because this was a kiddie pool class. If before I got to sit down and stay relatively still and only give instructions between workout sets or demonstrations, I would have to constantly be on the move managing kids, yell at them to please dear god not dip their feet in the deep pool, and be in the water at all times. Even if I didn't want to drink any water, I had to, otherwise my throat would be way too dry to do anything. My one piece was nothing special, being for work after all but that didn't mean it was tightly pressing on my bladder. The longest I've held my pee in a while and here I was doing this. I won't go into much detail because I was trying my best to stay as professional and helpful as possible but I think the fact that 3 different boys at some point asked if I needed a "potty break" says enough about me during the lesson. Legs bouncing constantly, unable to stand still for even a moment, I'm going to admit I may have leaked a little too... I was restlessly standing by the end of the pool when I suddenly started just peeing. I had to quickly sit on the drains at the ledge (I'm so sorry kids). When this class finished I had held it in for about 4.5 hours. Honestly, thats one of my longest I've ever held it - and it was in a pool oh my god. I've wet myself numerous times, at various points of my life, within 2 hours or less just to put this into perspective. I lost it in 2.5 hours just yesterday trying to hold it in! I grabbed 2 towels as I went to go meet the parents. One was covered around my body as normal, the other I tucked between my legs and shoved my left hand into it. I leaned against a wall so that the parents couldn't see the towel slowly getting warm and wet. The waves of desperation were hitting me every 20 seconds and leaking every time. I felt pee slowly starting to drip down my legs getting past the little protection the towel could offer. It was running past my hands straight down. I walked back into the changing room after finishing up with the parents as quick as I could after that. Another cold gust of air hit me but I didn't care, whats the difference of adding +1 to the urge when its already at infinity. I quickly walked over to the bathrooms but it was full and several children had lined up. Some parents were in the room looking after their kid (they were really young after all). I let out a smile but I'm sure it was obviously pained. I leaned next to the wall connecting the bathroom. I adjusted my hold and towel but it wasn't much better. Almost as if my bladder was now a uncloseable gate, no matter how hard I tried, pee just kept dribbling. It didn't flow fully, just kept dripping like there was a small hole. Desperation waves were not a thing, it just kept coming. Not wanting to wet myself infront of all my students and parents, I ran out of the changing room, probably leaving a pee trail. When I opened the door to the pool again, I ran into another girl. She stopped working after like a week so I have no idea who she was or exactly what she did, but having lost all other thoughts in my mind jokingly said to her "the bathrooms are all full and I really have to go now maybe I should jump in the pool" to which she semi seriously and semi jokingly replied with "if you want your hair stuck in the drain go for it". Great. I can't go into a emptying pool thats just a straight safety hazard. Last thing I need is to land the news with the headline of "lifeguard drowns herself trying to pee". So here I am, awkwardly standing because I can't sit anymore, doing a fully pee dance with my legs and hands grabbing my crotch with the towel as pee is leaking out. I had somehow managed to sit down on the plastic chair to reduce some strain at the cost of a pretty loud splash of pee and maybe enough pee and leaked out of me but I regained control. time felt like eternity ticking by but now I was met with a dilemma. I tried standing up but immediately lost control and panicking loudly let my butt hit the chairand stumbled to hold my crotch. This time the girl from before shouted "DONT TELL ME YOU'RE ACTUALLY PEEING", I was so embarrassed but I couldn't reply back. All my concentration was on not letting it all out in front of her. My face grew really warm as I realized that some people from the parent viewing area mightve seen me or heard the girl. I looked at the clock... 5 minutes had passed... I really wanted to just stand up and run towards the bathrooms but I was scared that I'd be greeted by the kids or their parents as I was peeing down my legs. But then it began happening regardless. Suddenly pee began rolling down my legs at a rate I could not control so I just stood up and ran to the bathroom either way, it was all coming out anyways. Luckily the changing room had cleared itself out. A couple girls were still in the stalls though. My pee trails were all covered up by the genuine water trails left by the kids but that didn't change the fact that 4.5 hours worth of pee was now coming out of me involuntarily. I kept trying to grab myself but pee leaked around it. I finally ran into the last stall, didn't close the door, open the toilet lid or anything and just let loose. Good news was that despite the mess I was making, it didn't go to the other stalls because the place was designed with numerous drains to capture the water from the pool. The bad news was that the toilet was now ruined and guess who was cleaning that up. Obviously me, I work there haha. So uh.. that became one really long post, but I haven't posted much for a while now and heres my intro story. Probably one of the longest I've ever held it- and it was in a pool- and in public I'm honestly still kinda proud I held it for this long looking back at it but the aftermath was really bad. Not the cleaning aftermath- my bladder aftermath. I swear to god I couldn't hold in anything for like the next 2 days and I blame this. I might write another story on these 2 days because I don't know whos desperate like 20 times in 2 days. By the way, I didn't wet myself (at least in the pool) after this day. I ran through my schedule with the other instructor so I could pass the class to him before his class started and after it finished so that I'd get to pee. Also complained later to get the sessions for the next season changed but due to omnicron picking it back up I found a less risky place to work anyways.
  21. Been a while since I posted a long entry, and this is a first for me on this forum - a short story. Stayed up way too late last night writing it, and I know from experience that my writing generally needs about 50 revisions before it's good enough to publish, but I thought I would share the process with you guys and ask you to chip in and comment. All feedback from the quality of the storytelling to punctuation errors will be gratefully received. It will be good to get up-to-date feedback on the situations as well; for example, I'm pretty sure Babycham is not a popular drink any more, but not sure what has replaced it as a 'female' drink. Prosecco? I have in front of me the words, 'The secret to writing something worth reading is to plan each stage of the story.' If that is the case, this isn't worth reading, but as it is a short story and I have been mulling it over in my mind for a week, maybe it isn't so bad. On the other hand, the plan for the first chapter was twice as long as this, with a possible chapter 2 to follow. So this is the first part of chapter 1, and I'm going to call the second half 'Chapter 2'. The real chapter 2 will just have to be chapter 3, or 4, or whatever, depending on what happens. So much for planning. I said it was going to be a process... Last time I wrote a short story it ran to 23 chapters and isn't finished yet. It is set in an unnamed northern town (England). Unlike the last thing I wrote, I decided to make it a first person narration, with one of the main characters telling the story in her own words, so her dialect shows through. There are grammatical 'errors' I wouldn't allow in my own writing, you understand. The tone did go a bit to pot near the end where the northern voice got lost and came out all P G Wodehouse. It still needs revision, but I'll share it anyway because it was quite funny (IMHO). There's nothing terribly original about this chapter. It's all about getting to know the characters and setting up the situation that leads to later events, so the wetting at the end is just a warm-up wetting, so to speak. I look forward to your comments. There's a PDF attached for your convenience, e.g. if you want to print, but please respect my copyright and don't disseminate further. Thank you. Of course, you may read purely for your own enjoyment without feeling constrained to correct or comment; if you do, please overlook its imperfections. An Unusual Night Out Draft the First Chapter 1 I was just about ready to go out when my housemate said to me, ‘Do I look like a slag in this skirt, Sandra?’ I looked at Nicola in her tight black skirt and white top, barely containing her large boobs. ‘It’s a bit short,’ I lied. It was actually very short. I could see her black knickers from where I was sitting on the bed, and that was before she bent down or walked a few steps, which would make it ride up even more. ‘Why don’t you wear your tight jeans?’ I suggested. ‘They show off your bum nicely.’ I had an ulterior motive for suggesting that, though. If she wore that skirt the lads wouldn’t notice me because they’d be hoping for a flash up her skirt, and I can’t compete with that. My legs look crap in a skirt, so I prefer jeans. If she wears them too it levels the playing field when we are on the pull, and it was Saturday night and that is what we do Saturday night. ‘And it draws attention to your legs, but your boobs are your best part.’ That was true: Nic’s legs were short. Sturdy, not flabby or owt, but not your long elegant legs, so she always went out in high heels and wore clothes that emphasised her top. My legs aren’t exactly model’s legs either, but if I wear flats we look OK together, and while my boobs aren’t as large as hers, they’re pretty good, if I say it myself. Under a tight shirt or thin blouse with no bra, I get a fair crack of the whip when it comes to lads. So I won that discussion but had to wait for her to change again. Then we had a couple of shots to kick-start the evening and headed off to get the bus into town. It was just us two this weekend. A load of our mates we usually meet up with had gone off clubbing in the city. They tried to get us to go, but Nic couldn’t do because she works Saturday until quite late, and I stayed with her, being her best mate and sharing a house and all. It wasn’t all bad, though. Without a large group we had less competition and a better chance of getting a lad each back to ours. It felt cold when we went outside. It was late October and the nights were getting dark. Just a thin top with short sleeves isn’t much to keep you warm and I was glad we had proper long trousers on. Even so, it would mean a rush between pubs, arms folded across our chests as much for warmth as keeping our boobs from bouncing out of the tops. No point bringing a jacket – it would just get nicked as soon as you take it off. Normally, we get off a stop before the bus station and work our way up Queen Street towards the town centre pubs. That way we do the rougher ones before everyone gets pissed and fights start, and we end up in one of the modern pubs, which have better loos. After two or three pints you want to be in a ‘toilet pub’, as we call them, which have a decent ladies. The older ones just have these shitty ones that have been added on at some stage, having been built when only men went out drinking, and there are never enough bogs. But Nic and I effed it up because the bus was one of them old ones without any announcements at each bus stop, and we couldn’t see properly into the darkness through the bus windows, so before we knew it, we were pulling into the station. We hurried into the Slug and Lettuce and got a half in. It was pretty quiet, though, with mostly couples sitting around talking and no-one dancing at all. We soon departed for the Drayton Arms, which is a bit posh, though it gets mad later on, and it was so dead we just got a Babycham and considered our next move. It looked like everyone was really old, like over forty or something. A bloke in a dogtooth jacket and sporting a moustache kept giving Nicola the eye, so I nudged her and suggested she went and tried to get him to dance, but she just cackled and told me to eff off. We finished the drinks and set off again, giggling as we passed Dogtooth on the way to the door. The road was starting to fill up now. The crowds spilled off the pavements and into the street so any vehicles were limited to walking pace. On a Friday and Saturday night, the streets belong to people again, not cars, and the revellers know it. A gang of lads called us from the other side of the street to show our tits, and of course we obliged, though none of the lads were right fit. Then we got to Bodegas, which is more our scene with a proper disco and lights and a younger crowd. Nic and I took to the dance floor, which was still fairly deserted, and danced round our handbags for two or three songs, but there wasn’t much doing. It looked like the usual gangs of lads hadn’t arrived there yet, so we set off again, hoping to find richer hunting grounds. We passed a few groups of lads in the street but didn’t attract much attention. The cold made our nipples stiffen and poke through our tops, but Nic had made the mistake of wearing her blouse with the ruffle down the front which covered the front of her boobs up. The blouse was good for showing cleavage, especially when she leant forward, but running along with arms across her chest, her best assets were virtually hidden, and though I had a plain stretchy top on that made the most of my tits, I don’t have her natural advantages. We did our best at the next two pubs, taking to the floor and throwing our best moves, but it seems like there was no-one willing to come and split us up. By now we were getting to the seedier end of town where the real spit and sawdust pubs were, and it looked more and more hopeless. ‘Should we head back up to the Slug and Lettuce, Sand?’ Nic asked. ‘It might have livened up by now.’ I don’t know why, but I hate doubling back on myself when I’m on a pub crawl. It feels like cheating or a kind of failure. And the wind was blowing down Queen Street straight from the North Pole that night. ‘How about heading for the Wheatsheaf?’ I asked. ‘I could do with a toilet pub now.’ ‘I don’t know. It’s a bit far.’ The Wheatsheaf was out near the football ground and generally had a good atmosphere going, though it was off the main drag and a bit less rowdy than the town centre pubs got late on. I thought it was a good idea, though the walk would be a chilly one tonight. ‘I could certainly do with a piss, though,’ added Nicola. I didn’t feel very sympathetic about that as she had bought a half of cider at the last pub while I just had a small G&T, so it was her fault really. We were both pretty pissed by now too, which was probably affecting our judgement. ‘You don’t want to go here,’ I reminded her. ‘You’d probably catch something off the bog, if you can reach it without paddling across the floor. There isn’t even hot water in there.’ ‘Alright then, come on.’ Clutching our arms around ourselves, we ventured out again. A group of lads shouted at us to show us our tits, but they seemed unenthusiastic on the whole and we didn’t linger beyond a brief flash. Perhaps the cold chilled their ardour; perhaps they were just being friendly more than keen. But we didn’t have time to stop and find out, the cold making the fullness of our bladders feel worse than it did in the warm. We turned into Fragley Lane and it seemed more sheltered, with just blasts of wind catching us when we passed a ginnel between the houses, the setts they were paved with interrupting the concrete slabs or tarmac of the pavement. This part of town was mostly terraced houses, too near town to support more than the occasional corner shop and certainly nowhere to pee until you got to the Wheatsheaf. You couldn’t even bob into one of the ginnels between the houses that lead to the back alley separating the rows. The council had installed streetlights in all of them for safety reasons and it was like trying to hide under spotlights. You daren’t squat over a drain either, as the police picked you up and fined you if they caught you at it. There was a crackdown going on after recent complaints, and two police cars passed us as we hurried along, Nic struggling on her heels and needing to go even worse than me. ‘There’d better be some fit lads when we get there or I’m going to kill you, Sandra,’ she threatened. I laughed, taking it in the spirit it was meant. Although we sometimes argued, me and Nic got on well and had moved in together when we both got jobs and wanted to be away from our parents. The house was only a two up, two down, but it suited us and gave us independence. We cooked together, liked the same television and acted as each other’s wing men when we went out on the pull. Most weeks we either fetched up round a bloke’s house on a weekend or, more often, got two of them back to ours. It was what we lived for, really. I mean, as Nic says, it’s what your hole is for. And if only one of us pulled, the other would generally join in on Nic’s king size bed. They don’t object, the blokes. They think it’s great because they’re getting a threesome, but really they just have to work twice as hard to fetch two lasses rather than one, and we don’t let them off lightly. Well, I don’t know what I’m telling you about our sex lives for. This night doesn’t end like that, but I suppose it’s more interesting than telling you about Nic’s constant complaining and moaning as we made our way down Fragley and over the big roundabout onto Kings Way, stamping our feet impatiently while waiting for the pedestrian lights to change as we crossed the bypass, the cold and nagging bladders making us both tetchy. It was when we got to the corner of Cooper Lane and Sedgwick Road that things took a turn for the worse. We were heading northwards into the wind again, which felt like it had dropped another ten degrees, piercing our jeans and penetrating our tops as easily as if they weren’t there. We needed to increase our pace just to avoid freezing, but Nic’s high heels on the uneven pavements and setts wouldn’t allow it. We linked arms for warmth and support. ‘I tell you, Sand, I’m going to piss myself any minute. This bloody wind is shrivelling up my bladder.’ ‘We’re nearly there, Nic. Hold on; we can make it.’ ‘I’m bloody freezing. Even my goosebumps have got goosebumps. Why did they have to put the Wheatsheaf at the North Pole? We could get eaten by polar bears or anything.’ ‘We’ll warm up in the pub,’ I promised her. ‘And they’ve got a lovely large toilet. You can let it all out when when we get there. This’ll just be a faint memory once you get that relief.’ With hindsight, that was probably not a good thing to say to her, but I must admit that I was desperate for that relief myself by then and it was hard to think of anything else. In my imagination I was opening the door to the well-appointed ladies in the Wheatsheaf, taking my place in one of the numerous stalls, pulling down my trousers and finally relaxing as my bladder emptied itself into the bowl. I had to resist the temptation to do it there and then, squeezing my muscles tight to prevent any premature leaking. For Nicola, the thoughts I had inadvertently put in her mind were nearly torture. She stopped suddenly, crossing her legs and trembling with the effort of holding on. ‘Christ, Sandra, why did you have to say that?’ Her face was taut and her lips tight as she battled a wave of urgency, then pulled my arm to make me walk on, to make as much progress as possible before the next wave hit her. We had not walked as much as half the length of a terrace before she had to stop again, beads of cold sweat on her brow as she squeezed her thighs together and bent her knees to keep control. ‘Think of the lads waiting for us,’ I urged. ‘We’ll have a right laugh, I bet.’ ‘Don’t make me laugh, whatever you do,’ she moaned, which made me laugh, cut off short when my own urgency threatened to overwhelm my defences. We staggered on a short distance, Nicola nearly bent double and clinging onto my arm, her face a rictus of concentration and pain. She came to a standstill and bent at the knees again, not daring to take another step. Alls she could manage was a wordless ‘huh’ when I again reminded her how close the pub and salvation was. The spasm must have passed, because she straightened up with a less pained expression and took a couple of steps in the right direction. Then I saw a wet patch appear under her bum, which with surprising speed coursed down her legs, up the seam at the rear and across her stomach. She fixed me with a look of utter amazement, frozen and unable to move while the flood continued unabated. It ran off her knees in rivulets and down the legs into her shoes. It soaked round her bum till the front and back patches joined and started spreading down her thighs. It ran onto the ground and made a river across the pavement and into the gutter, gurgling as it ran into a drain close by. Me, I was creased. I just howled with laughter. It was fucking hilarious; she was pissing herself like mad and just couldn’t stop. I’ve never seen anyone so wet, and I’ve seen a few accidents, I can tell you. In fact, I laughed so hard I wet myself. Even that didn’t stop me laughing. ‘Oh no! You’ve made me piss myself as well!’ I managed to gasp, standing legs apart to show her the damage. Nowhere near as bad as her accident, though. I got it to stop pretty quickly, but I was more than damp between the legs. Fly, bum and the tops of my thighs were proper wet. But Nic was soaking, and I mean soaking. From below the waist to the ankles there was barely a dry bit of denim, and it glistened and shone in the orange streetlamps. Drips came off her bum and knees when she moved, and it was clear we had a big problem. We could hardly go into a pub like that, and the hot wetness was already chilling fast. We couldn’t take a bus home, no taxi driver was going to allow us to sit on their seats, and almost everyone we knew with a car was in the city clubbing. As the laughter died, I realised we were in a bit of a pickle, to put it mildly. ‘We’re fucked,’ I said, not putting it mildly. At this point Nicola did think of a few things to say to me that weren’t exactly complimentary. More recriminations, in fact. I had, she reminded me, suggested going to the Wheatsheaf despite the distance, the Arctic weather conditions and fullness of her bladder. A fool with no brain could have foreseen the consequences. I had stopped her using the facilities at the Crown which would have doubtless been more than adequate, and it had been my sole fault that we had missed the right bus stop because I was banging on about this girl at work who had been annoying me. As a result we had progressed along Queen Street in the wrong direction and missed all the fun and good toilets. In fact, if I had not advised against her choice of skirt, we – or at least she – would by now be wrapped in the arms of some bloke with a ripped body and a skilful line in cunnilingus, lying in a warm, dry bed under a warm, dry duvet in our warm, dry house, and not stranded miles from it in freezing, wet jeans with no hope of survival. If the accusations were somewhat extreme and one-sided, I didn’t defend myself as I would normally have done, paying little attention as I looked up and down the road in hope of inspiration. The long lines of terraced houses in which lived only strangers, the distance between us and our home, and the cruel wind, served merely to increase the feeling that Nicola’s accusations, while unfair, were not inaccurate and there was little hope of an outcome that did not end with our exhausted, frozen bodies being discovered the next morning in an alleyway, huddled together ineffectually for warmth like the babes in the wood. And, she pointed out, as we would both be dead, no-one would know that it had all been my fault, adding, she felt, insult to injury. Her language was a great deal more colourful than that, but she was feeling her predicament acutely and it was not a pleasant one, so we should allow her some leeway. As I looked up the street for the third time I noticed the name of a side street a short way along from our position. It rang a faint bell and for a moment I couldn’t fathom why. Then the vague memory crystallised into a face, and the face recalled a name. ‘Nic, I think I know someone who lives close by. Maybe he will help us.’ © Mark S Halliday 2021 UnusualNight.pdf
  22. Does anyone else experience an orgasm after a desperate wet or messy accident in diapers? I’m embarrassed to say I often cum in the wake of the relief of a desperate messing loss of control accident!
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    A game I found from this website: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/14.html In this game, you play as an adventurer and a princess, and must make your way out of a demon city where you are imprisoned. The princess has an ability to turn you both invisible, to aid in your escape, however, she has quite a small bladder, and wetting herself disrupts the spell. You must make your way past demon guards, careful with your timing in order to not have an accident at an inopportune time. Although everything is in Japanese, I've found that there are several pieces of clothing found in drawers around the city, which you can equip to the princess by interacting with a bed. The clothing includes various panties and diapers. The diapers can be used to allow the princess to have an accident or a few without disrupting her invisibility spell. Interactables: The Princess herself can be interacted with to open up the pause menu. Drawers can be used to get clothing items, each drawer will only carry 1 type of item, but you can get an unlimited amount of that item from any given bookshelf (warning, your inventory has limited space). Buckets can be used for the princess to pee into without getting wet. Vases can be used to dispose of items. Beds can be interacted with to change the Princess' clothes (if you try to leave the menu with any of the clothing slots empty, she'll complain and force you back into the menu until she's wearing something in every slot). You can also use cleaning supplies while the Princess is on a bed to make her dry if she's wet herself. It's currently untranslated, and may be difficult to parse when changing clothes without being able to read what each clothing item is. (It's already difficult as is, the movement can be very tight) The basic .exe that came with the game also didn't work, so I repackaged the game with a modified .exe that forces the game to launch in fullscreen mode only (It will crash if you try to put it back to windowed mode). This was the only way I could find to get it to work, sorry for the inconvenience. (To play, use the .exe named "DevilCityEscape.exe") Requires RPGMaker 2000 RTP and a Japanese system locale to run.
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  24. It was Sunday. Summer was in full swing, and the morning air was warm as sunlight beamed down to earth. Monica's alarm clock had woken her up at 7am, and she hit the snooze. After a few rounds of slapping the alarm clock, Monica agreed that it was time to wake up, and she tapped her husband to get him awake as well. With a couple of grunts, the couple was up, and began preparing themselves for the day. Tim and Monica both were regular church-goers. Tim's family basically pressured them into going each week, but Monica agreed it was for the best, for the most part. Most Sundays, she couldn't pay attention and had difficulty staying awake through the entire service. Nevertheless, the couple made a commitment and was going to keep it. As Tim was in the shower, Monica stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she began to undress and prepare for her turn to get cleaned up. She didn't wear a bra to bed, just a tight, white tee shirt that hugged her breasts tightly. After taking her shirt and panty off, she couldn't help getting turned on by what she saw. "God, I'm sexy," Monica muttered to herself. Her massive breasts hung firmly, and her freshly shaved pussy almost begged for action. Monica thought for a few minutes, and came up with a devilish scheme. Tim was still showering, so Monica had a few minutes alone. She walked downstairs into the basement, and went to her hiding place. Nestled in the rafters, she took down a brown box, and placed it on the floor. "Now, I'll be at least an hour at church today, so I might as well enjoy it," Monica said to herself as she pulled some goodies out of the box. She quickly pulled out two Tena overnight diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants. Monica always played with overnight diapers for their extra bulk. She gathered up her supplies and headed upstairs. She thought it would be nice to enjoy a cup of coffee before heading out, so she got a pot ready and went back to the bathroom. Before Tim got out of the shower, she put her diapers under the sink. She walked past Tim as he was drying himself off, and gave him a sexy smirk as she stepped into the shower. Monica took a shower faster than she had ever done before. She did take time to lather up her pussy a little bit, just enough to get her really horny. In a matter of minutes she was finished, and began to dry herself. Tim had finished getting ready too, and had made his way into the kitchen for some coffee. "If this is going to work, I'd better hurry," Monica thought as she walked to the bathroom door. She locked it and walked quickly to the sink. Tim and Monica were a recently married couple, and hadn't yet been comfortable with going to the bathroom in front of one another. If Tim walked by, he wouldn't think anything of a closed bathroom door. Monica unfolded the two diapers and flattened them out onto the floor. With fingernail clippers from the medicine cabinet, she cut slits into the front and middle of the first diaper, and placed it on top of the second. She sprinkled some baby powder in the top diaper, and sat down on it. Quickly, she taped the top diaper around her body, and did the same with the diaper over that. She stood back up. "Damn," she said. "This never gets old." She ran both of her hands around the back of her diaper and admired the crinkly feel. She then pulled up her pink plastic pants and grabbed her towel. She had forgotten to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her, but wasn't about to take the diapers off to go get them. She wrapped the towel around her waist and slowly opened the bathroom door. She peaked out, and heard some noise in the kitchen. She quickly bolted out of the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. She opened the closet door and grabbed a skirt. She chose a solid black skirt, and put it on quickly. All of Monica's clothes were tight, but this skirt wasn't as snug. Looking closely in the mirror, Monica could identify her diaper lines, in the front and back, but she didn't think it would be that noticeable to anyone else. She opened up her dresser and found a bra. It was quite kinky, and had a shiny plastic material on the outside and was black in color. She put the bra on, and her tits squeezed inside the cups. The light reflected on the bra and it looked like it was shined with wax. It was very sexy. Lastly, Monica grabbed a top, a red sleeveless shirt with horizontal black stripes. The top too, was tight, and her DD breasts stood out in front of her like a pair of cannons. She loved the way she looked as she glanced into the mirror. "I'm all set," she said as she put on a pair of black high heels. She did a couple of test walks in the room to see how badly her diaper crinkled. There was a definite noise, but she felt that it would be masked by other outside noises and no one would notice. Satisfied with that, she left the bedroom and went into the kitchen. Monica poured herself a cup of coffee as Tim messed with the TV in the living room. Monica remembered that she went straight into the shower without even going to the bathroom. Her bladder was almost full from a night's sleep and she knew the coffee wouldn't help matters. Or, rather, that might help things indeed. She started sipping the coffee, and then drank it faster and faster. Soon the entire cup was gone, and she decided she should have one more. She basically chugged the second cup and felt the warm coffee sink down into her body. Tim switched the TV off and asked Monica if she was ready to go. She nodded, and the couple walked out to the driveway. Mr. Gray was walking out to get the paper as he spotted the couple. Monica looked like a knock out as she put her sun glasses on. Tim was walking ahead of her, and she looked toward Mr. Gray and licked her lips slowly. She then pulled up the back of her skirt and paused to stick her ass up in the air and then proceeded behind Tim. Mr. Gray just stared in shock as the couple drove away. On the ride to church, Tim held Monica's hand. He was so clueless about what was taking place and what was yet to come. Together they listened to the radio and kept quiet for most of the ride. Once there, the parked and walked into the front of the church. Once they entered, they found Tim's parents waiting to sit down. They greeted each other and hugged one another. Tim's younger brother was obsessed with his brother's wife, and each time he had the chance to hug Monica, he made it worth his while. This time was no different. As he put his arms behind Monica's back, he locked them, and squeezed her tightly to feel her tits press up against his body. He closed his eyes with delight. After a few moments he released, and slowly dropped his hands. He "accidentally" brushed them against Monica's diapered ass as he released, and was curious about the feel he wasn't expecting. He didn't think much of it and assumed that she was probably wearing some sort of butt-enhancing panty. Monica's face went white, but soon realized he, like his brother, had no idea what she was up to. Together, the family moved to the center of the pews, where they always sat. Monica had hoped to sit in the isle, but was moved into the middle of the pew next to Tim and his brother. Mike always sat next to Monica. Being taller, he could easily look down the front of her shirt to see the pair of tits he loved. The service had begun with the usual announcements, and Monica got herself comfortable. By this point, Monica's bladder was full beyond normal capacity. She had drank a few drinks before going to bed Saturday night, and combined with the morning coffee, she was having trouble keeping control. She had forgotten that coffee is hard on a person's stomach, and with the two cups she had that morning, her stomach was doing summer salts. The congregation was ordered to stand, and began to sing. Knowing full well that she was protected by two thick diapers, and a pair of plastic pants, Monica had no worries. She wanted to hold in her pee until the last possible second. As she was singing, she pushed herself forward into the pew in front of her and grinded her diapered pussy against the wood. She rocked back and forth and side to side for a while and enjoyed the feeling of a padded front. After a few moments, the congregation was ordered to sit, and she sat down with everyone else. After a few moments, prayer began, and Monica thought that this would be a great time to let go. Everyone would have their eyes closed, and no one would look at what she was doing under her clothes. The reverend began, and so did Monica. Almost at the exact same time as he commanded eyes closed, Monica opened the flood gates and warm, yellow pee began to shoot from her pussy. It didn't come out normally; it came out extremely fast and full. She hadn't peed in over eight hours, and it showed. She spread her legs and pushed up on her heels. The warm liquid flooded the diaper, and flowed from her pussy to her ass and everywhere in between. For over a minute and a half liquid gushed from her pussy and into her diaper. She was soaked. The diaper could take more, but unknowingly to Monica, the liquid began to seep into the outer diaper through the slits she had carved in the first one. After a series of amens, eyes opened and the service continued. Monica lowered herself back down on the pew slowly, and felt the soaking wet diaper hug her ass cheeks. As she sat down, she bit her lip with pleasure and closed her legs. Mike, as usual shifted his body to take in the full view of Monica's chest, but other than him, the rest of the family was focused on the service. It was time to sing yet again, and Monica knew she needed to relieve her bowels. She had never once thought about actually pooping in her diaper, other than using messy food as a substitute. And, while she was getting ready this morning, she had not accounted for the fact that she might need to poop. She thought about her options. She could leave and retreat to a bathroom, but then she would have to remove the diaper. She loved the feeling of being diapered and didn't want to ruin the strength of the tapes, or make any unessicary noise in the bathroom. If she pooped herself in the church, she worried that everyone could identify the smell that would come from her. She had to make a choice, and she had to make it soon. She planted her feet apart, and held on to the front of the pew with one hand, and the song book with the other. Her ass cheeks were clenched together tightly, holding in the load of shit that was trying to escape. Monica closed her eyes and continued to sing as she relaxed her ass. With almost as much force as the pee, her ass exploded and a huge load of poop oozed out of her asshole. It kept coming and coming. Turd after turd, the load dumped into her diaper. She could hear it coming out, but it was silenced by the music. Her diaper filled itself with more pee as her bladder could not be controlled with the release of the shit load. Her diaper started to sag from the weight. It was full. Fuller than she had ever felt before, and she loved it. The song had ended, and everyone started to sit down. Monica knew she had to be careful. She slowly sat down, and the massive load smashed itself against her ass cheeks. Her diaper was so full, that wet, messy, poop had been forced forward and surrounded her pussy and pubic area. She moaned quietly with delight. She looked forward at the decision maker, a baby, and realized that if anyone smelled her they would assume it was the diapered baby in front of her. Besides that, she was loaded with baby powder, which helped to mask the smell. The sermon progressed and no one seemed to notice what she was enjoying in her diaper. She moved back and forth slowly and discretely, enjoying the wet mess she had created. As the pastor prayed, she moved faster, back and forth and side to side. She was going to cum. She grinded her pussy against the wooden pew and humped it. Again, she bit her lip as she came. She was focused on cumming and kept quiet at the same time. After the wave of orgasm had passed, she opened her eyes as the prayer was finished. She looked around and realized no one had noticed. After all, she was being quiet, and it wasn't obvious was she was doing. After one more song, the service was ended and the family began to leave. After saying goodbyes, Tim and Monica met the pastor at the door. "Did you enjoy the sermon today," he asked them. Monica quickly replied, "Yes, it was the best in months," Monica said with a smile. The couple headed to the car. As Monica walked she knew she was waddling more and more with the massive load in her diaper. As she opened the car door, she sat down again on the mound of shit and it oozed everywhere. Up and down her ass crack and all around her pussy. "Mmmm," she murmured. The couple proceeded home and had an uneventful drive. Best of all, no one knew what Monica had done, not even Tim! As they pulled into the driveway, Tim had talked about plans for lunch and they entered into the house. With that, Monica headed to the bathroom and decided to have one more go. She locked the door behind her and stripped down to her plastic panty. It showed signs of moisture, but had remained dry. Her diapers on the other hand, were soaked. Monica walked over to the bathtub and turned the water on. Kneeling down, she held the front of her diaper open, and let the water fill her diaper. She stayed still and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water running down her pubic area down to her vagina and her ass. She stayed in that position for a few minutes until her diaper was filled to the max. She stood up and felt the front and back of her diaper. It felt like it was going to explode. Monica straddled the edge of the tub and just lightly sat on it, still standing. She rocked back and forth for a few minutes and stood back up. She got fully back into the tub and sat down. Water, pee, and poop oozed out of the diaper and into the plastic pants. She looked at this, in awe. She loved it. She bounced up and down, harder and harder and rubbed her pussy. She put her hand in the plastic pants and rubbed the outside of her diaper. Warm fluid found its way to her hand as she rubbed, only making her hotter. "Oh shit!" she screamed out loud. She was cumming, harder than ever before. Her pussy squirted with delight as the warm mess moved itself throughout her diaper. She was in heaven. Monica lay there, in a diaper filled with her own filth for a few minutes and then began to clean up. The entire time she was washing up, she could not stop thinking about what she had done. She wanted more. She wanted to go downstairs and get another diaper. She knew she couldn't risk it, and was proud she had pulled the day off. Stage two was complete, and the future was endless with more possibilitie
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