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  1. Version 1.0.0

    193 downloads

    I enjoyed the feeling of my pee just spurting out, despite my ultimate efforts so much. I felt such a huge relief afterwards. I have woken up about 13 hours ago and after squirming for half an hour, I gave in and had my big morning pee. Since than I've carried around regularly with my days. After 10 hours I get home and start noticing that I need to pee. I completely disregarded that as usual and started working on a project for two hours. It kept me really focused and did not realize how time passed by. At this time I was 12 hours with my hold and I started feeling pressure waves. Had to grab myself and stopped what I was doing as I could no longer focus on anything else rather than my bursting bladder. I slide my hands in towards my penis and I can feel that my bladder is extremely bulged and rock solid. Tried to press a little bit on it to asses the real situation and I just couldn't, it was hard as a stone. Trying to push nearly made me spurt in my pants too. I moved to the kitchen, sat on the couch for 10 minutes, until I really felt the pressure waves getting stronger and also some mild pain round my bladder and penis, point at which I stood up and started the camera. Had taken this pic before starting the video. By this time it was around 13 hours since my last pee.I start the camera rolling, I light up a cigarette and try to stay as calm as I can (although it is pretty difficult). Grabing myself and sligthly squirming around is really hard to control. Very shortly I grab the Pepsi bottle and take a few big mouthfuls of it - what a great idea :-) I feel the pressure harder and harder building from my bladder to my urethra. For minutes into the video I show my bulging bladder once again and try to press on it - ROCK SOLID I grab the Pepsi bottle again and chug some more out of it. Now looking at how much is left in the bottle, I am pretty confident that I drank about 1L only during this video (which means that I'll be bursting again soon :-) ). About 9 minutes into the video I light a cigarette which I put down pretty shortly as I can literally feel spasms and my pee tries to force out. I manage for the first 10 minutes of video to remain completely dry, but you can really see my desperation build up. The spasms keep getting more and more frequent and harder to control. I am squeezing and grabbing as hard as I can as my spasms just become uncontrollable and I release a spurt. I squeeze as hard as I can and manage to hold for a few more seconds and another bigger spurt just pushes itself out of me. I squeeze and grab myself as hard as I can. I leak a few more times during the first minute, having a big and visible patch. I managed to cut off the stream every time, and to my surprise for the next 3 minutes the spasms have stopped and it became bearable. After those 3 minutes I can feel the spasms starting to kick in again. I finish my cigar and with very careful footing I manage to get to the bathroom without leaking any further. In the bathroom I try to squeeze as hard as I can but the pee starts to spurt out despite my best attempts to cut it off, every few seconds. For the next few minutes I frantically leak and try the stop from peeing. Until the point I am peeing myself without being able to do anything about it. I end up with a huge soak and quite a puddle on the floor. The feeling of relaxation felt divine. A I am even surprised at how long I managed to fight the spasms and stop the flow. Sorry for the audio, the noise is from my cooler. I am really curious for your feedback

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  2. First off, I’m sorry if any of you don’t like this. But I feel like wanting to share my panty wetting experience.... I woke up and decided to do this challenge; https://www.faproulette.co/9481/holding-challenge/ After about an hour (with a few lucky rolls), I was finally able to pee. I only had to go back once! Anyways... here’s the pictures I promised! Let me know what you think and if you want more!
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    Desperately wets himself at a restaurant

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  4. Padded_girl

    Live Action Omutsu

    Since there is a Live Action Omorashi and a Live Action Messing, I decided to create a Diapered Live Action thread! You can post here what is happening as time passes if you are holding in diapers or just doing any type of diaper play. Enjoy the thread!
  5. Version 1.0.0

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    I wet my bed today. Wanna see?

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  6. SoggyShorts_Wetting_Blue_Shorts_in_Bed.mp4 View File I wet my bed today. Wanna see? Submitter SoggyShorts Submitted 09/20/2019 Category Bedwetting  
  7. SoggyShorts

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    From the album: Blue trackies

  8. SoggyShorts

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    From the album: Blue trackies

  9. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale My first fiction

    Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  10. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Tom Omo

  11. Good morning, As I posted somewhere last night I have been thinking about doing some deliberate leaking / wetting since I became a member of the forum last week. I was thinking to to go to Wal-Mart and buy some pads and briefs. I figured I would wait until sometime in the next week or two when my work takes me to a major city where I'm less likely to run into someone I know. Sad to say in our small village of less than 5000 people, you never know who you will run into and the rumors that will fly as a result. This morning was relatively quiet with no one else around the shop so I thought the heck with it and leak piss into my cotton briefs and the grungy pair of blue jeans I put on this morning that I normally use for painting or staining wood. I drank a full glass of water and was about half way through a coffee when my bladder began hinting it was time to use the bathroom. Letting out the first leaks was difficult, resulting in only a couple of drops here and there. But as I finished my coffee it became easier, with a total of about 15 leaks (averaging 2 seconds in length) every few minutes while sitting in my vinyl office chair - first pic. The last 4 or 5 leaks were about 5 - 6 seconds in length, every 30 seconds or so standing at my desk - second pic. Then it occurred to me, I didn't think to bring an extra change of clothes along to the shop. But outside the shop is a faucet with a garden hose so sprayed my pants down while while I let out a few more leaks....not 5 minutes later my shop buddy came in to pick up something he needed on a jobsite. I told him the garden hose got me while I was washing off a couple of things. LOL. So...my first wetting experience since I was a teenager, nearly 25 years ago
  12. So, the last time I posted here was a a few months ago when I wrote about wetting my pants for the first time in years after letting my girlfriend know about my fetish. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/50542-first-wetting-in-ages My girlfriend wasn't home for that one, but I kept her in the loop about what I was doing and didn't hide anything from her. At the time, I was disappointed by her seeming total lack of interest in what I was doing. Since that time, I've opened up more to her about my interest and had several discussions with her about it, trying to find out what she thinks, and how much she would be willing to try with me. Although she isn't turned off or disgusted by it in any way, she really doesn't see the appeal either. Lately, we've started experimenting with some light domination play in the bedroom (with me as the sub) and she seems to really get off on that, so I thought I would try to approach things from that angle to spark an interest in her. The original plan was, we were going to go for an evening walk to a nearby park on Sunday night. I was going to get desperate beforehand, so that I already had to go by the time we left the house, then I would leave it up to her to decide when, where, and how I should pee, as long as I did it before we got back home. That plan got a little derailed when our dog broke one of her toenails Sunday afternoon, so we decided it would be best to stay home and keep an eye on her (we were originally going to take her on the walk with us). I still got desperate as planned, and then at a pre-determined time (when we originally would have left for the walk) I told my girlfriend that my fate was now in her hands. My desperation level was probably around a 7 at this point, and I knew from past experience that I had about an hour before I would be genuinely leaking. I was hoping to be allowed to relieve myself before I reached that point though. I was actually worried my girlfriend was going to be more sadistic than I could handle, but in fact, it was the total opposite. Like I mentioned earlier, she really doesn't see the appeal of this. She's told me repeatedly that to her, desperation = discomfort, and she doesn't see how anyone could get pleasure from it. She said I looked so uncomfortable with all the squirming and grabbing I was doing, that when I asked her to tell me what to do, the first thing she said was, "Just go to the bathroom!" I tried to explain to her that my desperation in this situation was no different from when she would "torture" me in the bedroom, but I'm still not sure she sees the connection. Anyway, after telling me to just go to the bathroom multiple times (out of genuine concern for my discomfort), I confessed to her that I really wanted to wet my pants with her watching. She agreed, and I asked her if there were any particular types of clothes she would like to see me wet in. She had no preference, so I chose a pair of light jeans and grey underwear that would both really show the wetness. The jeans had just come out of the dryer, so they were a little extra-snug, and really put a lot of extra pressure on my bladder. After that, I followed her around the house for a few minutes more and helped with some household chores before we finally went to the kitchen and I got some towels ready. She poured herself a drink at the table while I knelt on the towels in front of her, fidgeting and grabbing myself, while we had a conversation about my interest in desperation and wetting, and what aspects specifically appeal to me. Finally, we decided it was time, so I stood up and got ready to let go. I was worried I would have performance anxiety, but it only took 1-2 seconds before my flow started, so I must have been pretty desperate. I remember hearing her gasp when the first wet spot appeared, but after that, I was too lost in the experience to see or remember what her reactions were. I decided that if I was going to let her see this side of me, I wasn't going to hold anything back. I rubbed the front of my jeans and squeezed myself as the pee ran down my legs. I put my hand down my pants and cupped myself so that the pee filled my hand and ran through my fingers. After my left leg was soaked, I moved myself to the other side and let it run down the other leg to get as much coverage as possible. I'm sure I was probably panting the whole time. I unzipped my pants to expose my wet boxers, and gently squeezed myself so the pee streaming through the fabric was even more visible. At one point, I was about to pull my boxers away from my body so my stream would be visible as it came out of me, but a little droplet of pee splattered on the floor between me and my girlfriend, and she reacted negatively to that, so I apologized and kept my underwear on until I was done. Once my stream finally came to a stop, I pulled my underwear down and started stroking myself. She commented that I seemed really turned on, and I reminded her that I had told her in advance that I would be. I suddenly started getting some negative Weinstein vibes in my head at this point, so I said to her, "If anything I'm doing is making you uncomfortable, just say so and I'll stop," but she didn't indicate that was the case, so I kept going. After a few seconds, the pee on my skin was starting to dry up, and stroking become uncomfortable, so I decided I was done and started to take off my wet clothes and clean up. After I cleaned everything up, she went to watch TV while I went to "take care of myself" in the other room, before going upstairs to shower. After I came back downstairs, I thanked her for letting me be myself with her, and told her how much I appreciated it. I hope I can get her more interested in participating in the future, but even if all she does is accept this part of me, that's enough for me.
  13. wetsalesman

    Wetting on a Walk (pic)

    This is my first created topic in the wetting experience group. I decided it’s time to get in better shape and to take better care of myself. You know, the usual eat better, less thc, and to workout. I used to run daily, now I’m just lazy. What better way to get health than with some omo. I went for jog walk today and decided to let loose on the trail as the bouncing had taken its toll.
  14. BlueWetter

    No public bathroom

    Hi everyone! Over the last week, I have noticed two different small stores/cafes in my local area that have a little sign on the front door. It reads "no public bathroom" Each time I drive past or go into these places I grin and chuckle lightly at the thought of someone walking in, 9/10 desperate and asking to use the toilet, squirming in place as they try not to soak themselves with their own pee.. Anyone else ever thought about this or even experienced it?
  15. Melificentfan

    Restroom

    The Restroom By Heather (Not my story but its one of my favorite stories) The elevator door opened and Ashley walked with hesitant steps into the opulent headquarters of Rainwater & Associates firmly clutching her resume, her immaculately tailored dark blue skirt and jacket, expensive white blouse and high heel pumps- the outfit de rigueur for the position of executive secretary she hoped to land. Her long flowing locks of red hair had been tied back and expertly braided, all giving what she hoped was a professional persona that belied her twenty one years. Ushered into the sanctum of the inner office, she sat nervously as L.P. Rainwater, the founder and CEO studied every line of her application. Finally the CEO from central casting looked up and took his reading glasses off. "Clearly you look qualified for the job, Miss Thompson. Congratulations. I'll have Julie give you the grand tour of our office. You can see her on the way out." Ashley could scarcely conceal a small cheer as she greeted the receptionist. "I got it!" The petite brunette smiled and barely looked up from her computer. "I knew you would. And the sooner you relax and realize what a fun, non-conformist bunch we are the better. Don't let the Mahogany wood-paneling fool you," she winked. All too soon Ashley found out just what she meant. A short tour of the floor found a largely female staff in high spirits, engaging in a myriad of various job functions within work cubicles. Nearing the end of the tour, Julie led her down a hallway. "Remember, I told you we're a fun non-conformist group. This is what I meant. Ashley, this is our restroom." On the door were two figures depicting both male and female sexes. A co-ed restroom! "I know- I was taken aback on my first day too. But come on in." Inside was a restroom constructed with fixtures and a marble floor commensurate with the building materials in the rest of the office. But Ashley almost blushed as she saw one fixture definitely unfamiliar to a woman's room, a minimally portioned men's urinal next to the twin sinks in wide-open view to one and all. On the opposite side were four conventional stalls albeit with a disconcertingly high gap between the floor and the bottom of the stall door. Julie opened a stall door. "Get a look at this; bet you've never seen a joke john before." Ashley looked in amazement at the inside of the toilet stall. On the inside of the stall door was a mirror with a sign above reading, "smile if you have a furry one." Lining the stall were humorous if semi-obscene framed pictures, cartoons and a one by three foot framed poem entitled Ode To Peeing. The other three stalls had different but equally shocking humor. "It takes some getting used to. The boss says he was just trying out an idea he saw from that hit TV show where there's a co-ed restroom. And he claims that since we are an almost completely female firm, the few men didn't want to take the time to go to another floor. But...if you want to know what I really think, come with us girls after work." At five o'clock, Ashley joined Julie and two other women of the firm at a nearby restaurant/ lounge. That day had proved to her that this job was a going to be definite positive in her budding career. Girl talk grew looser as the effect of the drinks took hold of the foursome. Finally, curiosity got the best of her. "Hey, I thought you were going to tell me something. What is up with the co-ed restroom? Would somebody please tell me something?" The other three dissolved into self-conscious giggles. "What's wrong? Shy about displaying your bladder skills?" inquired Sandra. Twenty-eight year-old Karen was more succinct. "I'll put it to you this way. Our CEO's last name is Rainwater for good reason; and the L.P. in his name..." "Yeah, it stands for long pisser. Long pisser!" Julie finished the thought. "Tell me about it," Sandra shot back. "I was in the bathroom one time trying to be quiet when he comes in and pulls out that huge dangler of his and starts up. Well I waited and I waited, and I swear that guy just would not stop going. What's really hilarious is that Kathryn from accounting came in and he was still standing there with that incredible hose pouring out. The poor thing went into a stall, did her thing, and like me...waited for him to get through and leave so she could freshen up at the adjacent sink. Except... he didn't. It got so ridiculously long I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left my stall with as much dignity as I could muster. Get this, as I'm leaving he turned to me and asked if I could call an important client of ours and tell them that he would be delayed for awhile in a meeting. Girls, the only delay I could ever figure out was caused by the endless stream coming out of that world class winger of his." "I'd have stayed and timed him," countered Julie. "Then measured him," added Karen with a laugh. "My whole theory of that restroom is that it provides a somewhat acceptable, if you could call it that, forum to show off his massive bladder and penis," said Sandra with a shake of her head. "He's like a little boy showing-off to all the others that he's the king ruminator, the biggest and the best with the longest penis." Slowly, Julie nodded her head. "Right. But now he's a CEO in a Brioni suit..." Holding her hands far apart, Karen quipped, "with a foot-long fire hose!" Ashley took in the threesome's conversation in stunned silence for a number of reasons she was not yet ready or relaxed enough to divulge to the others. Over dinner the foursome shared numerous intimacies only single career women could share, and they enjoyed more laughter and stories with dinner drinks. Only on the way out did Julie suddenly confess her need. "Sorry folks, but I really have to pee. Really! Am I the only one?" "No, my tank is on full as well," admitted Karen. "That makes three of us. How about you Ashley?" asked Sandra. The tall redhead thought for a moment before adding, "sure I guess I could go." "Then how about we four making a beeline for our infamous restroom," concluded Julie. Walking into the empty office building, the group chatted freely as they entered the restroom after hours and thus safe from any male intrusion. They each strode into their respective stalls and in almost simultaneous unison began the task of empting their bladders. Within the restroom, a symphony of splatter commenced, each with a slight variation unique to each woman's peeing style; Karen a steady spray, Julie a staccato-like splatter, while at each end, Sandra and Ashley peed away in steady heavy and heavier streams respectively. It was Sandra who brought up the long forgotten topic of conversation earlier in the evening. "You know it's a damn shame we can't do something," she voiced up amidst the splatter of urine. "Do something about what," said Julie sending a particularly powerful burst into the water below? "Put old L.P. Rainwater in his place," replied Sandra. Two stalls over, Karen called out, "and what are we supposed to do to accomplish this feat?" "Only a crazy thought. It's just that the big blowhard uses that urinal as his exhibitionistic stage every time he comes in here. Whether they verbalize it or not, every woman at this firm who uses this restroom has seen him standing way back, in full view with that big dong of his hanging half way to his knees, peeing away until...until the damn cows come home." The four peed in silence for another half minute before petite Julie's stream tapered-off. "Well whatever you have in mind, I don't think I have the particular qualifications that you're looking for." She quickly tissued, flushed, and retired to the sink area. Her departure left a minor variation and drop in the decibel output, ignored by the peeing trio. Karen pressed the issue. "I want to know. What do you have in mind? All night we seem to have been talking about L.P. and his giant dick peeing forever." "Forget it," said Sandra. "It was too wild a thought and besides we could never find a female who was capable of pulling it off." Just then Karen's flow dried up and she too left her stall to join Julie by the sink. "OK then, woman of mystery. Be that way. Meet you at the mirror when you're through." The words had barely left her mouth when Sandra's bladder had totally depleted its contents. Karen took out a brush while Sandra reached in her bag for some lipstick. "You have me really curious. Let me in. What are you thinking about?" "Yes," added Julie to the mix, "what the hell plan do you have for Long Pisser Rainwater?" Taking a deep breath Sandra sighed, "Just for fun, just for revenge, just for the prestige of all we women, wouldn't it be delicious if we could give him back an ounce, or more appropriately, a gallon, of his own medicine? I would give anything to see his expression if, just once, he came in here filled to the max and met his female match. How would he feel if he met his, should we say, Waterloo?" The three laughed at her corny pun. "Sounds kinky and I love it. Too bad it can't happen," Julie answered wistfully. The longtime friends and associates gathered their belongings to leave the restroom when they became aware of a sound, a steady sound, like water from a faucet cascading down to a partially filled sink, except in this case it was coming from the direction of the corner stall. "Hey you guys, wait. Ashley's not done yet," whispered Karen. The three promptly aborted their departure out of courtesy for the newest member of the group. Julie and Sandra placed their handbags on the marble counter top while Sandra rummaged in hers for more hair spray. Out of conversation, the atmosphere within the restroom took on an odd quiescence save for the steady droning of pee into toilet water. It was very steady and very strong, with no indication of letting up anytime soon. Sandra caught Julie's raised eyebrows. "Shah. Don't say anything. Let's see what happens." Instinctively, Karen looked at her watch. "Believe it or not people, it's eight minutes and running." "Quiet. You'll embarrass her." From within the stall a voice suddenly chimed in. "Hello. Anybody still here?" "We most certainly are still here Miss Thompson," chortled Julie. "And positively enthralled and impressed." "Good. Sorry I take so long. Whoa pee stream!" Her words came out more like an innocent taken aback by her own powers and abilities rather than a poised young woman. Outside the trio stood mesmerized as more time passed and she continued with her odd confession. "Gee. You were all talking about our boss and all I could think of was, gosh, you mean there's someone else like me out there? I'm not the only one who floods the toilet forever and ever?" A seeming eternity later she came out of the stall to face the speechless trio. "That's 'sure I guess I could go?' My dear do we ever have a request of you and I hope you're uninhibited and deliciously evil. Do us this one little favor. For all the women at this company." Chapter Two "Can't we wrap up this meeting," complained L.P. "Why it must be close to five-thirty." The silver haired executive shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the head of the long conference table. Midway down the row of chairs, Sandra, Julie, Karen and Ashley shot knowing glances. L.P. hadn't visited the restroom the entire day that they were sure of. He must be bursting for a pee, reasoned Karen. She and her tight cadre of girlfriends had made certain of that with a steady flow of coffee and bottled water sent to his office throughout the day. As for Ashley, understandable reticence had given way to mischievous enthusiasm and a determination to fill her own giant internal reservoir as full as possible. She would not let her new friends down as wild and kinky as their plan was. Not if she could help it. "Alright, folks. Any other questions can wait until morning. Have a good evening." With that final comment, L.P. rose from his leather chair and left the room. "Ashley, give him a little time to walk in the restroom and unzip; then follow him in, " urged Sandra. The suggestion was essentially moot as the CEO walked briskly with a perceptible urgency toward the restroom with the foursome in discreet trail. As the door closed behind him Julie held up her arm, paused, and then melodramatically announced, "lights, camera and action!" In her present bladder state, it was a needless call to action. Ashley opened the restroom door and walked in just as the first drops poured out of his penis into the white porcelain of the urinal. Even from her peripheral vision she could see that, if anything, her co-workers had understated his endowment. How could a man store and conceal something so large in his pants, she thought. However mystifying a question that may have been took a backseat to both her need and the awkwardness of the situation. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry sir! I had no idea anybody was in here. The meeting went on so long that I have to use the facilities." She blushed as she walked past him in a blur of high heel pumps and intoxicating perfume he attempted to ignore. He turned his head to view the long limbed lass. "My dear girl, there's no need to apologize. After all, urination is just a natural bodily function. We at Rainwater & Associates have this co-ed restroom as proof of that." She noted that the conceited bastard made no effort to hide himself as he spoke. From her position diagonally to his left, she could plainly see the twisted stream spew forth from the head of his so aptly named fire hose and hit the wall of the urinal. The glans remained partially covered with foreskin and, surprising to Ashley in light of its length was the slack flaccid appearance of the shaft. Any mysteries of Rainwater's organ took a backseat as an overfilled bladder suddenly called for relief. "In that case sir, I shall put these facilities to good use then." She beamed a smile and made deliberate eye contact as she opened the stall door up, using sheer force of will not to look down at the huge appendage hanging out of his trousers. Quite a departure in attitude from most of his female employees, thought L.P., refreshingly different. If he needed any further confirmation, soon the marble tile, the mirror and the ceiling all resonated with a thundering sound uniquely female in origin, only more so. Ashley's urine stream beat down directly into the water of the deep commode, which acted to amplify it many fold. As he silently hissed about his business, to his rear the steady drone continued and continued, well past the usual time of exhaustion that other women at the office demonstrated. Clearly this beautiful "filly" could pee. He smiled as he looked at the constant stream emanating from his own source while simultaneously perking his ears for the expectant termination of sound that would surely come at any moment. Just then he did something he had not done in years since he was a lad at summer camp. He checked his watch! Thirty, sixty, ninety seconds passed and still the steady flow of female urination remained. Constant, loud, and persistent. Two minutes, two thirty...three minutes. A soothing voice, a young woman's voice reached his ears just then like pure honey. Speaking above the din of her self-made waterfall. "Mr. Rainwater, are you still out there?" That voice sent an odd jolt of emotion throughout his body. "Why, ah, yes Miss Thompson. I am. May I help you?" "I hate to trouble you, but could you go over the phraseology you want me to write for the Peterson account one more time?" "Miss Thompson, the precise nuance is very important, and going over it is too time consuming to go over now." For ten seconds there was silence but for the pulsating of urine into the toilet bowl. "Mr. Rainwater, I realize you're a busy man during the day, and without sounding too crass; well let's just say I know I have plenty of time left in here. Do you?" The very implication of her words struck him like a stiletto and he fought off deeply repressed carnal thoughts as his organ engorged with blood and his stream tapered off. Her innuendo filled the air with a sexual electricity he was not quite sure how to respond to. "Miss Thompson, I...I," he stammered totally out of character. Fortunately, she cut him off. "Please, please accept my sincere apology, sir. That must have sounded so juvenile. I didn't mean for it to come out that way." So beautiful, fresh and innocent a woman behind that door he thought. And exciting. "Don't be absurd. There is nothing to apologize for, Ashley. May I call you Ashley?" Her reply came back especially sugar coated. "But of course sir." Then, above the sound of endlessly pee she added, "I might add that it's rare that I have the privilege of such handsome company. And for this amount of time." Again! This time he was positive. She was teasing him, taunting him and laying down the gauntlet just like in his school days long ago. A peeing contest! Only instead of intoxicated fraternity members here was a gorgeous young thing who sounded like a virtual peeing machine, an inexhaustible supply spewing out in a never-ending stream. He looked down as the last drops fell from his penis and listened helplessly but hypnotized to the sounds behind him. A monstrous erection arced before him and touched the wall of the urinal. Incredible. How was it possible to feel such excitement from urinary defeat at the hands, or bladder of this incredible woman? Shamelessly, L.P. closed his eyes and stroked himself to the surreal sounds. "Mr. Rainwater! My goodness sir!!" Sandra, Karen and Julie stood in the entranceway in feigned astonishment looking at their CEO furiously masturbating. "Ladies. Please, you don't understand. Ladies, please! We can come to an understanding." Throughout the industry, the female employees of Rainwater & Associates are known to be among the best paid. Heatherback to top
  16. I haven't been able to have a good wetting in a long while, so tell me some of your stories :). In pants, in bed, public, private, purpose, accident, anything is good!
  17. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Desperate Trash Panda

  18. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  19. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Wetting Zangoose

  20. Staravia

    malefemale Camping Wetting

    At the beginning of summer, I went on a camping trip that I go regularly. Staying in a family based campsite there are regularly 40 - 50 of us in a field that get together and camp. I have my own large tent which I have to myself. However, as there are so many of us, we have a field to ourselves which means that the walk to the bathroom is of significant distance. No more than 3 - 4 minutes but enough that if you are really bursting to go; it can be a pretty close call. Over the years, I have had a few close calls but this year was a little different. On the last night of the trip, we generally all get together and cook on BBQs, drink with a selection of music going on. On this particular year, I had a few ciders but nothing too drastic. I had drank but was well in my realms of concentration. Little to no alcohol impediment to my judgement. I enjoyed the evening, chucking Frisbees around, eating good food and talking with some great and fantastic friends. At the end of the evening, I joined my two best friends on the camp and wondered to the toilet block to brush teeth. I used the bathroom sensibly and wondered back up to our field. Saying goodnight to my friends, I clambered into my own tent. I decided that as I had drank some alcohol, that I best drink some water. I hate hangovers and trying to put away a tent with one sucks. A lot. I drank about half a litre of water, deciding that it should be enough to prevent a hangover and hopefully mean I don't need to wake up during the night. After this, I stripped (I still sleep naked while camping) and got into bed, falling asleep pretty easily. My body had other ideas however. I woke up at 3am in the morning. I really needed a wee but it was still dark so I knew it would be a go back to sleep moment to hold until it was time to get up. Looking at the time on my watch, seeing it was just after 3am, I decided to try and go back to sleep. Sliding my hands under the duvet and grabbed myself gently. This usually is enough to put me in a go to sleep mode if I slightly need to pee. However, camping meant that my body wasn't wanting to go back to sleep. The birds and noises of the sea (We are very close to a beach), meant I couldn't relax. I just got more and more desperate but like a stubborn little child I didn't want to get up. After 30 minutes or so, I found myself with my duvet grinding between my legs, a constant wiggle on the airbed that I was sleeping on. I was determined to hold on for as long as possible, but eventually realised that it was fruitless. Sighing in exasperation at my loss of sleepiness by getting up (I mean it was probably ruined by now already :D), I climbed out of my warm duvet to the cool and crisp tent surroundings. As soon as I got up, I knew I was in a little bit of trouble. The gravity change from lying on the floor to standing up was a lot. All of the cider and water had caught up, with a huge bladder bulge. It was almost painful as it sloshed around, begging for release. I had to find something to put on now. As it was still dark, I couldn't quite see. I knew I had some PJ somewhere that were good enough. I didn't want to put jeans on and try and button them. Here I am, stepping from foot to foot in desperation, naked, trying to feel along my cupboards for my PJ, grabbing myself each time an urge comes along. And they were coming along faster and faster. Eventually I find my top first, pulling that over my head. I grabbed myself as soon as it was on, knowing that my PJ bottoms cannot be that far. Finding them with my left hand, my right clamped around me I picked them up. Curses, they were inside out and I need both hands to undo them. Releasing myself, I crossed my legs, bending up and down in my desperation. As I was pulling one leg through the waist band it happened. I leaked as I bent down with my crossed legs. Letting go of my PJ, I grabbed myself and braced as hard as I could. I could feel the drip run down the insides of my leg. I really wanted to avoid leaking any more as I didn't want to get the inside of the tent wet. Especially the bedding area. Regaining control, I quickly and quietly as possible slide my PJ trousers on, now the right way out and unzipped the bedroom section of my tent. Fortunately, the slip on shoes were in a logical place and other than dancing about as a madman in desperation nothing got worse. I got this I thought, I just am bloody desperate for a wee. Both shoes on I went to the front door and unzipped the tent. Bloody hell it was cold. This was too much for my body in desperation. I leaked again. Big this time, a full spurt. Ramming my one of my hands into my crotch, I crossed my legs and bent over. In my infinite wisdom I had grabbed my grey PJ trousers, not the black ones. It was lighter outside than I expected and I could just make out a stain under my hand that had gone down my left leg. I was seriously bursting for a wee now. Uncrossing my legs, hand still grabbing, I tried to rezip the tent door. With the sense of more leaks coming and my stepping from foot to foot not working to hold the desperation in, I gave this up. It was 3/4 the way down which at this time I sure was good enough. I set off down the field at a quick walking, my hand still between my legs. My bladder was sloshing all over the place, I could feel how heavy it was and how much I was bursting for a wee. I was at the stage where there were little tiny leaks coming from me constantly. No matter how much I held, there were short dribbles come out at all times. I still thought I could make it to the end of the field and the toilet block, I just prayed I didn't meet anyone as it would be clear I needed to wee really badly and had leaked before getting there. Even in the dim light it would be quite obvious. Half way down the field, a slight slope downwards, it hit me hard. I was walking on the grass to the side of the gravel road that ran through, and I completely spasmed. Like a little boy, I shoved both hands into my crotch, pulling my PJ trousers up my ankles a bit and crossed my legs around my hands. I really needed to wee. I could feel my trousers were quite damp under my hands now, but the stain hadn't gotten any bigger. I knew I had to make a break for it if I was going to make it. I was still a good 200m from the toilet block. Still fighting for control, I relaxed my hands and this was enough for my body to say 'that is that'. My bladder dropped. I regripped as hard as I could but to no avail. Pee poured out between my fingers, running in my trousers and pouring down my legs. I could hear it hissing out of me. I didn't want to completely empty so I gripped harder and tried to stop. This didn't work either. My trousers, were becoming more and more soaked, my hands completely drenched, it running between my fingers. I could feel it running over my crossed ankles, spraying around them and into my shoes. After a while, I sensed that I could have gained control and removed my hands. I could see, my grey trousers where completely soaked. Not a dry patch anywhere, in the very dull early morning light. I carried on peeing, it now freely splattering on the front as I peed forcefully. It felt like hours but was probably only a couple of minutes. After I had finished I realised how ridiculous I looked. I was stood in the middle of a field, with a small puddle, soaked PJs, at 3:30am in the morning. Fortunately, nobody had seen so I turn and wondered back to my tent. Things where much easier to open and close when I got back. I stripped and used a beach towel and dry and roll up my PJ for storage on the way home on the next day.
  21. peedespes02

    malefemale Male loud and loud pee

    I drank two cups of hot tea before work. Then at work I had a couple of water bottles during my brakes and cold tea too. I had to pee bad I was hurting bad. My stomach was hurting and back from holding it. VID_20190911_185448490.mp4
  22. Did a hold for a couple of hours then burst in my shorts, such an amazing feeling too C350A5D0-2AEC-445A-8CE7-1AEDAABE0B77.MOV 4ACFAE81-9275-4E22-AC0F-646853F3D23B.MOV
  23. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Sad Wet Tails

  24. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Gotta Go Fast

  25. Wet Shorts

    Airport bus humiliation

    This happened to me a few days ago ... I was on my way to the airport, which involved a journey by train and then bus. Because of the timings (which were rather tight), I couldn't afford to break the journey. Everything started out fine with a lot of coffee before getting a taxi to the station. Arriving in good time, I decided to treat myself to a beer while I waited for the train. I needed the toilet, but it was on the same platform as me so not a problem. However, they were closed for renovation works and so I found myself quite desperate after the coffee and with a beer. There were only a few minutes before the train, so I decided to wait till it came in instead of using the temporary toilets outside the station. However, the train got later and later while my need to pee got greater and greater, until I ended up obviously holding myself by the time the train arrived. As soon as it came in, totally ignoring my luggage, I rushed to the toilet and blissfully relieved myself. The train journey was about 40 minutes, and I pee'd again about 10 minutes before the end. After departing the train, I had to get the bus to the airport and didn't feel any need to go. Annoyingly, I just missed one shuttle service, and had to get the next one. This took about 5 minutes to arrive, by which time I was feeling a bit of a need to go again; however, the timings were very tight, so I decided to hold it and got on the bus. I sat at the front of the top deck and waited for the bus to leave, by which time I was holding myself again. It was a 30 minute journey with people sitting next to me, so I moved to the back of the bus so that I could hold myself. For the next 10 or 15 minutes, I had my hands buried in my crotch as I desperately tried not to wee myself on the bus. Despite all my best efforts, I finally felt my jeans starting to get wet as a trickle escaped. In complete humiliation, I unzipped my flies and poked my penis out of them, then wee'd on the floor for a while as I tried to nonchalantly look at my mobile. This didn't work badly in principle, except that I felt a thrumming against my left ankle which was because I was pee'ing on it without looking. I paused, re-aimed, and unintentionally pee'd down my thigh instead; after a while, I wasn't on the verge of wetting myself and was able to stop, albeit with a wet ankle and socks. Having wee'd just enough to not have a major accident, it didn't take long before I was back in the same situation. I dealt with it similarly by pee'ing on the floor of the bus, this time looking under the seat to avoid going on my leg. The splattering noise wasn't masked by the bus, so I tried my best to do a bit more than earlier but still as little as possible. Having got past the point of "I'm about to set myself", I lifted my feet off the soaking wet floor and felt the shame of watching my piss run up & down the bus as it climbed hills. The need to pee had never left me but just been diminished a bit by going on the floor, and it returned with a vengeance shortly before we reached the airport. Some of the previous relief hadn't totally escaped my pants resulting in somewhat damp underwear, and it was all too much - I started to just wet myself. It wasn't too long before the bus got to the airport, at which time I desperately rushed for the toilet and managed to use it before flooding my pants. Having managed to get to the toilet with nothing more than a small damp patch, I was irritated to find that the flight was running 1/2 an hour late anyway. To kill time, I went to the bar and had a beer; the flight was now 45 minutes late, so I had another. All of a sudden, the indicator changed to "final call" and so I rushed to the gate. We were then held there for maybe 30 minutes, by which time I was holding myself again. Finally, we boarded, and then the flight proceeded to do absolutely nothing. I lost control and started dribbling into my underwear again; by the time we took off, I'd done a lot into the seat but still felt completely desperate. Eventually, the seat belt light came off and I rushed to the toilet. There was a big queue, and I was going down my leg, so when I realised that one seat row was empty I immediately sat in it and let go. I was wearing black jeans, so it wasn't too obvious, and I then did it again later on in the flight.