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  1. After the "Datsun" incident, I didn't wet myself again for almost a month. My dad had gotten rid of the Datsun, so even if I wanted to play in it I couldn't. He bought a riding lawnmower earlier in the summer because we had such a big yard, but he could hardly keep it running (notice a pattern with my dad here?). When it worked, though, he would sometimes take the deck off and let my sisters and me drive it around our yard for fun. To us it was like having a slow go-kart and with my love of driving, I had a blast on it when I could. Like everything else my dad bought, though, it usually ran for a short period of time and broke down often. Then, he would tinker with it and rig it up just enough to make it work for a little while. With this particular incident, it was around seven o'clock in the evening, and I was outside on the riding lawnmower by myself. My mom and sisters were inside the house, and I'm not sure where my dad was at. I was wearing a T-shirt and Wrangler blue jeans and everything was going well. That was, of course, until I encountered a garter snake. For as long as I can remember, I have been petrified by snakes and it didn't matter at the time what kind of snake it was. To me, a snake was snake, and just the sight of one would make my skin crawl and cause me to run the other way, or if I was with someone, I would at least keep a good distance from it. Since we lived in the country, garter snakes were common. As I was riding past our cement patio, I noticed a large garter snake about five feet in front of the lawnmower off to the right and I was immediately terrified. My bladder let go as I stepped on the brake and I felt my crotch turn warm and wet. A large wet spot formed on the front of my blue jeans and ran about half way down my thighs. As I was still peeing my pants, which didn't take long for me to finish because I didn't have to go very much, I reached down to turn off the mower and bolted for the house. When I got inside, my mom and sisters were sitting in the living room watching TV, which meant that I would have t walk right by them to get to my bedroom so I could change my pants. I stopped in the kitchen before going through the living room because that's the point where I realized that I wasn't going to get away with having an accident, and it's also where I realized that I may have overreacted outside with the snake just a little bit. Feeling embarrassed and childish for peeing my pants, I took a deep breath and accepted my fate by proceeding into the living room. When I walked in, my mom and sisters looked at me and noticed the wet spot on my pants right away. My mom asked, "What happened to you?" in a somewhat amused but accusing tone. I tried to make my voice sound annoyed and I simply replied, "A snake scared me.", and continued walking. Both of my sisters snickered as I stepped into my bedroom in retreat from the situation. After changing into clean underwear and blue jeans, I remained in my bedroom and played by myself to avoid facing my mom and sisters. Later, much to my surprise, my sisters didn't make fun of me much for having an accident. They gave me more griefs about being a coward than they did about peeing my jeans, and my mom didn't say anything about it at all.
  2. My pee in my light blue jeans View File Just summer fun with my bladder and jeans Have a nice summer! Submitter Lukhas Submitted 06/17/2020 Category Male  
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  4. I don't usually post since I don't get a whole lot of moments where I need to pee a whole lot or anything. But last night (only about an hour and a few minutes prior to this) I decided I might as well fulfill the tang I was feeling. So to set the scene, a tall guy sitting in his chair chatting on omegle. Originally I had intended to use that to force me to hold on but it was cut short for no apparent reason. So, I was a bit dejected... though I figured I'd still have a satisfying piss. So I got into some old gym shorts I wore my first year of high school and made my way to the hot tub (outside, in the dark). Then without any playing around I just went relatively casually. It was surprisingly a lot, most of it seemed like it went out as if normal but my legs did get pretty wet. Then I enjoyed hot tub time in my pissy gym shorts. Sorry not too long, my bladder doesn't always excite me. Maybe some other time I'll try an actual hold some other time.
  5. Hi all, All this time in lockdown has me wistful for past romances, and as such I was inspired to write a story based incredibly loosely on a holiday I went on a few years back. Enjoy! ***** Chris glanced at the clock on his computer screen and sighed. 16:34. In just 26 minutes the working week would be complete, with himself and Rachel away for their week long holiday in Snowdonia the day after. They were both fairly new to their jobs in The City, recent graduates who had struggled for a year after graduation before eventually finding their way into prestigious jobs in the heart of London. Chris had been in his role for a few months when Rachel joined and caught his eye almost immediately. Pale and with mousy brown hair, Rachel had classically English good looks. While fairly short and generally slim in stature, she had a penchant for rather form fitting business slacks which helped accentuate her broad hips, thick thighs and firm, curvaceous rear. Initially stunned into silence by her appearance, Chris was somewhat disarmed by how friendly and approachable Rachel was. They soon struck up a friendship which before long developed into a series of dates. In the heart of London they had their pick of a vast array of bars, pubs and restaurants and soon became intimately familiar with the selection in the vicinity of their office. As the relationship blossomed, Chris found himself becoming infatuated with Rachel in all the usual ways. However, one slightly unusual thing gradually became apparent to Chris; Rachel never seemed to need to pee. They would both sit and down drink after drink and Rachel would never so much as glance in the direction of the loo. Chris considered himself to have a fairly capacious bladder, but even he sometimes marvelled at Rachel’s ability to seemingly last forever. One date several months in brought this to the fore, around a week before they were due to depart for Snowdonia. --------- “Right, shall we call it a night then?” Chris announced, placing his fifth empty pint glass of the night back onto the table. Just then he got a small quiver in his bladder, it had after all been some time since he’d last been. “Oh goodness yes! Look at the time!” Rachel exclaimed enthusiastically. “OK, I best just visit the loo before we head off” Chris replied. “Are you alright to stay with the coats for a second?” “Oh sure thing” said Rachel. Chris returned five minutes later rather relieved and reached to take both jackets from Rachel who instead gave him only his, folded hers over her arm and started to head for the door. “Oh, do you not need to…” Chris tailed off inquisitively. “What, use the loo?” Rachel cut in. “No, I’m quite alright” she said, gently patting her belly. “Are you sure, you haven’t been for a little while, I don’t mind waiting” Chris suggested. “Ah, no it’s more than alright” Rachel said. “My mum is fond of saying that I have the bladder of a camel, I hardly ever seem to need to go” Rachel proclaimed with a chuckle. Chris’s heart skipped a beat, he had long been interested in women needing to pee, but had never been brave enough to broach it with anyone, even when in a committed relationship. He momentarily thought about enquiring further but thought it best to leave it at this early stage. They parted ways at the tube station, Chris on his way back to Waterloo to get a Surrey train and Rachel onto the Northern line back to her parent’s house in north London. Now that he really wracked his brain, Chris couldn’t recall seeing Rachel pee very much at all in the few months they had been working together. Most of the girls (and indeed many of the men) used a toilet trip and a tea round as an excuse to take a 15 minute break from work every 90 minutes or so. However, he only ever recalled seeing Rachel standing by the water cooler or the kettle, sipping away at any number of beverages over the course of the day. Chris pondered, he and Rachel had been getting on so well, could he possibly consider pushing this further with her on their upcoming week away? Soon after he was snapped out of his daydreaming as he arrived at his stop, but he went to bed that night hardly able to think about anything else. ------- A few days later, Saturday morning rolled around. Chris’s alarm clock rang out at 8:00, but unlike most mornings where he had to drag himself out of bed, he sprang out eagerly. He showered, peed, got dressed and ate breakfast, consisting of toast, a large coffee and a glass of orange juice. He picked up his bag and jumped into his car, to make the first leg of the long drive to Snowdonia, round to Rachel’s parent’s house in Edgware. He arrived at Rachel’s around 10:00 and found her already eagerly waiting on the doorstep. To the casual observer she was dressed fairly plainly in a fitted white t shirt, jean shorts and Vans plimsolls, but Chris couldn’t help but admire the way her outfit accentuated her petite but womanly figure as she all but skipped down the driveway. “All set to go?” Chris called out. “Absolutely” Rachel beamed back. “I didn’t sleep so well last night, so excuse me if I seem a little dozy to start with, but I’ve had three coffees just now so hopefully I’ll perk up in a while.” “Three coffees before a road trip?” said Chris, bristling with excitement but managing to limit himself to an innocent enough sounding question. “Haha yes, it won’t be a problem don’t worry” Rachel smiled. “We used to drive to Aviemore to see my cousins quite a bit, and I never needed a rest stop then.” Chris did a quick mental calculation, he wasn’t quite sure where Aviemore was but he knew it was in the Scottish Highlands so it must be at least seven hours drive. “Huh, that’s quite a while” Chris responded, as casually as possible. “Oh it’s nothing really” Rachel came back. “Sometimes I can seem to go forever without needing the loo. And I just went a couple of hours ago anyway, so I’ll be fine for quite some time yet.” Chris, still slightly incredulous thought he may as well go for broke. “Rachel, I was thinking... it might be good this week to see how long we could avoid the bathroom? You know, it would save a lot of time for other things when we’re out and about doing stuff, and the bathrooms in these Air BnB’s can be a little hit or miss.” Rachel paused for a second and Chris held his breath. Had he blown it? “Yeah, sure, that sounds good, I often avoid the loo if I can anyway. I find it frees you up to get so much other stuff done.” Rachel smiled back. Chris could hardly believe his luck. He’d often dreamed about these scenarios growing up. He hadn’t explicitly revealed his fetish, but Rachel was willing to play his game which was all that mattered. Chris wondered exactly how far Rachel would be willing to push herself. He also wondered how far he could push himself to match her. Over the next week or so, he would be sure to find out. ----- They left Edgware just after 10:00 and by 12:30 had arrived at a service station just north of Birmingham, roughly the halfway point of their trip. The service station was truly a jewel in the crown of the British motorway network, boasting the finest array of fast food establishments one could imagine. Chris went off to McDonald’s to get lunch while Rachel went to M&S to pick up snacks and drinks for the rest of the journey. They soon reconvened at the car, Chris with two large Big Mac meals and Rachel with two two litre bottles of water and a variety of sweets and crisps. “Thirsty?” Chris inquired. “Surprisingly!” Rachel replied. “Car trips always seem to dehydrate me, and I’ve only had those three coffees all day.” “Well, we won’t want to make another stop after this, so as long as you’re sure you don’t need to use the loo” Chris ventured. “Oh no don’t worry about that” Rachel brushed him off nonchalantly. With that the conversation drifted onto the potential activities of the week ahead as the two sat and ate their meals, including the large soda each. They were soon back on the road, winding their way through the Welsh countryside towards their ultimate destination of Llanberis, at the foot of Mount Snowdon. As the journey passed Chris noticed that Rachel wasn’t joking, she really was very thirsty. They were still an hour away from their destination as Rachel drained the last of her water bottle and leant round to put it on the back seat. 15 minutes later they were approaching a large out of town Lidl and Rachel instructed Chris to pull over for supplies. “Stay in the car Chris, I won’t be a moment” Rachel said, walking off purposefully towards the entrance. Rachel soon returned clutching another two litre bottle of water and a small bottle of Lucozade. Climbing back into the car Rachel passed the Lucozade to Chris. “Just to keep you awake” she explained. “So what’s all that water for then?” he replied. “All for me I’m afraid, you’ve still got half a bottle to finish.” “Ahh I see, you really weren’t kidding about the dehydration then?” “No, I guess that’s where my mother’s affectionate camel comment comes from!” Rachel smiled. “Well, as long as you won’t be nipping to the loo anytime soon” quipped Chris. “Oh no don’t worry, I won’t be needing to waste any time doing that, especially when we’ve got so much to explore when we get there!” Rachel replied with a grin. With that Chris pulled back onto the road and within an hour or so they had passed through the magnificent valleys of Snowdonia and had arrived at their Air BnB in the centre of Llanberis, by which time they had both drained all their drinks. ----- Chris parked up and went through the usual rigmarole of retrieving their keys from the coded lockbox, but they were soon inside and settling in to the quaint miner’s end terrace they had booked. The house was modestly sized but had clearly been well cared for; the living room was tastefully decorated and the kitchen immaculately equipped. The main bedroom upstairs was furnished minimally but they were both pleased to see it was spotlessly clean. The tiny bathroom consisted of a toilet, small sink and tiny shower cubicle, and seemed almost an afterthought by comparison. “Good thing we won’t be making much use of this room” Rachel announced casually, before turning and descending back downstairs to the living room. The four hour journey had taken the wind out of their sails slightly, and they sat down to watch some TV. Whilst they had been together for a few months now, their respective living arrangements (at home with their parents) limited their opportunities to feel intimate with one another, so they were both very grateful to finally be alone. They settled down on the sofa, Rachel with her head in Chris’s lap, Chris tenderly running his hands through her hair, and they both soon fell asleep. Chris stirred first a couple of hours later and checked his phone; 16:04. He gently rocked Rachel awake, who came round with a slightly dreamy, dazed expression but soon after sprang to her feet and declared that they needed to ‘recon’ the small town. “Well, we need to work out where we’re going to eat tonight at the very least!” came her justification. They wandered fairly aimlessly around the town for a short while, out to the north west towards the nearby lake before heading back east towards the “Electric Mountain”. On their way they passed the Padarn Hotel which also advertised itself as a bar and bistro. It looked reasonably nice and they unfortunately weren’t spoilt for choice in terms of options, so they stepped inside. They ordered two burgers and fries from the bar, alongside a pint of beer each. They opted to sit in the beer garden to the rear of the hotel to take in the cool evening air and the view of Snowdon that was just starting to fade in the twilight. They sat and chatted peacefully, sipping slowly on their drinks, discussing their plans for the next day. Chris was of the opinion that if the weather held, they should try and climb Snowdon the next day, and maybe head out to Newborough Beach in the afternoon. Rachel concurred, and suggested that if the weather was more classically Welsh, they should drive and explore some of the smaller local villages including Bethesda and Beddegelert. Their food arrived soon and having polished off the first round of drinks, Chris ordered another. “You don’t have to get me drunk Christopher, I'll come willingly” grinned Rachel, mockingly batting her eyelashes at him. Chris felt his cock stiffen almost on command. That reminded him. In all the excitement and planning of the days ahead he had rather forgotten their little game for the last few hours. This brought his mind back to his own bladder. He hadn’t been since 8am and it was now 6pm. He wasn’t one to use the toilet more than once a day out of habit, and had pushed himself significantly further on occasion as part of his fetish, but he did undeniably have a very slight “well, I could go” level feeling. His mind then turned to Rachel. He knew she had a large capacity from what she had said and what he had previously observed, but how far did that really go? How long would she be willing to play his game? She’d had quite a bit more to drink than him over the course of the day, and the alcohol wouldn’t be helping matters. After they finished their food they sat awhile and talked, both basking in the warmth of each other’s company. They got through three further rounds of drinks (“God they’re so cheap!” Rachel exclaimed at one point) and before long last orders were called and they started on their short journey back to the house. ----- They stumbled through the door arm in arm and raced upstairs. Rachel said she wanted to shower to which Chris ventured “Mind if I join you?” Rachel, taken aback momentarily by his sudden confidence, gladly agreed. As they undressed one another, Chris could not help but notice Rachel’s slightly distended bladder. Not an enormous bulge by any means, but a marked difference compared to her normally flat stomach. Chris’s mind snapped back into the moment at hand as he and Rachel eagerly scampered towards the bathroom. The tiny shower cubicle meant they had to rub right up against one another to fit in, which Rachel used to her advantage to drive Chris wild. He momentarily forgot about their little holding game, so electrified was he in the presence of the incredible, voluptuous woman in front of him. They eventually finished showering and as they stood brushing their teeth, Chris nodded towards the as yet untouched toilet beside them and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Rachel smiled knowingly as she finished brushing her teeth. “Well, now you mention it, those last few beers have just started to catch up with me, but it’s really not a problem. Besides, I’m sure there are better ways to be spending our time than surrendering to such basic urges, aren’t there Christopher?” She reached for his cock and ran her fingernail gently along it’s underside while pressing her naked body into his momentarily, before walking away down the landing, glancing back at him as she turned into the bedroom. Chris, now more aroused than he could ever remember being, followed unquestioningly. He turned out the bedroom light and joined Rachel under the covers, where they melted into one another for several hours before falling soundly asleep. ----- Chris stirred first the next morning, the sound of rain driving against the small bedroom window slowly drawing him from his blissful slumber. He couldn’t remember a great deal from the previous night, but he knew his exhaustion couldn’t just be as the result of the four hour drive. He came round and reached for his phone to check the time. 9:30. He rose slowly and walked downstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. As the water rushed into the filling kettle Chris felt a slight twinge from his bladder reminding him that it had now been more than a day since his last pee. He knew he’d have to be somewhat mindful of his intake today if he wanted to continue to go toe to toe with Rachel. A soft padding of feet behind him brought Chris’s mind back to the outside world as he turned to see Rachel standing in the kitchen doorway. She stood there totally naked but for her knickers, and Chris couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the vision before him. “What are we having for breakfast?” Rachel beamed angelically. “Well, the host has left us tea and coffee, but other than that all I’ve brought breakfast - wise is bread and butter I’m afraid” Chris replied. “Aah, that’s fine, we can look for some more supplies when we’re in town today” said Rachel, nodding towards the awful weather still beating down outside. Chris poured them both a large mug of tea and Rachel quickly sipped hers gratefully as they sat down to breakfast. She was clearly thirsty from the previous night’s activities and managed to get through two and half mugs as Chris was just finishing his first. “Careful, else you’ll need to go before we head out.” Chris smirked. “Funny you should say, I had been thinking about it, and under normal circumstances I probably would go, but I don’t need to go, you know?” Rachel replied, standing up and patting her stomach. Chris felt his cock stiffen slightly. Rachel’s bladder, which had still appeared fairly if not completely flat before bed, had swollen significantly overnight, presumably as a result of all those beers. Her stomach now protruded significantly, her hip bones now standing out sharply at either side. Rachel went back upstairs to get ready while Chris washed up, his cock rock solid the whole time thinking about Rachel’s potential future predicament. They showered together again, and while mostly preoccupied with Rachel’s divine body, Chris couldn’t help notice that she would wince ever so slightly if he ever brushed his hand over her now rather firm stomach. They got dressed for the predictably awful weather, Rachel selecting another slim fitting t shirt, this time in light blue. She paired this with a dark red jumper and a pair of tight jeans. Chris could not help but notice how her jeans dipped well below her navel, conforming to the shape of her now rather bulbous stomach. As they put their jackets on, Chris briefly considered a trip to the loo, but figured it was worth it to keep holding if Rachel was also to continue in the same vein. He’d ‘pushed’ her to this point and she had taken it totally in her stride, but by her own admittance was now getting to the point where she would have otherwise peed, so Chris was excited to see how things would develop. They took a short drive over the hills to Beddegelert as the rain continued to beat down, Chris having to concentrate hard to see through the torrential downpour. Rachel researched tea rooms and cafes on the drive over and directed Chris to the Cafe Colwyn. Chris was surprised that Rachel wanted more fluids so soon, but didn’t object. They took their seats in the bay window at the front of the cafe and were soon served by a cheerful old Welsh lady. They ordered two medium coffees and a slice of carrot cake each. Rachel, true to form, raced through her first mug and soon ordered another. Chris, who normally seemed to pay for these things, may have mounted a complaint but managed to bite his tongue. As they were finishing, the clouds lifted slightly and the rain eased. They took a long, meandering walk around the small village, down towards the river, eventually looping back around towards the car. Chris pulled out his phone to check the time. 14:07. It was uncanny the way time flew when he was with Rachel. As they reached the car they decided that they should head to a supermarket to stock up on breakfast supplies and on - the - go snacks for the rest of the week. ----- Chris picked up a basket and they wandered around the shop picking up basic supplies for the rest of the week; milk, biscuits, energy bars, fruit and so forth. They started to queue up to pay and just before it was their turn Rachel nipped off to get something, returning a minute later with a six pack of two litre water bottles. “Are you sure we’ll need all those?” said Chris, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Most of the tap water round here tastes like mineral water anyway.” “Oh no of course, but this is just for when we’re out and about” Rachel explained. Chris quickly realised what this could lead to and bit his tongue on any further moral, environmental objections he may have otherwise had. They drove back to Llanberis, Rachel cracking one of the waters open and virtually draining it on the half hour drive. Upon their arrival back Chris unpacked the shopping and briefly paused on the sofa for a minute, still somewhat drained from the previous day. Rachel came down the stairs having changed into a pair of shorts that were more befitting the now surprisingly excellent weather. The shorts were rather brief, exposing roughly two thirds of Rachel’s thick, pale thighs. Chris could again not help but notice that these shorts were riding unusually low at the front, pushed down by Rachel’s now seemingly fairly full bladder. Sitting down on the sofa beside Chris, Rachel swung her legs delicately into his lap and started surreptitiously rubbing his cock through his jeans. Needing no second invitation, Chris reached for the button of her shorts, unintentionally pressing her bladder in as he clumsily worked the button free. “Ooh, careful” Rachel winced. “Something the matter?” Chris ventured casually. “Oh no it’s nothing, I’m just starting to feel a little full after all today's tea and coffee” Rachel replied. “Don’t forget all the water” Chris interrupted. “Well, that too” Rachel grinned. “It’s a good thing we’ve got such strong bladders isn’t it?” “Indeed” Chris smiled, as he stood up and removed his clothes, while Rachel removed her jumper and t-shirt. “Come on, let’s go to bed for a while” Rachel rose from the sofa and started up the stairs in front of Chris, who followed in her wake, utterly entranced by the slow swaying of her curvaceous ass as she ascended the steps. He could not help but notice however that her gait was just very slightly more tense than he had noticed previously. They entered the bedroom and sunk into one another for an hour of pure ecstasy before falling asleep once more, this time as the late afternoon sun shone through the bedroom window. ----- Chris stirred and checked his phone. 16:54. He woke Rachel and they discussed what they wanted to do that evening. They decided it was still too early for dinner just yet, so they went for another walk around the outskirts of Llanberis. As they were leaving the house, Chris caught Rachel admiring her stomach in the mirror by the front door. “You alright there?” he quipped. “Ha, yes, just checking to see how full I’m getting” she smiled back. “And how full are you getting?” Chris asked, closing the door behind them as Rachel now walked ahead of him, up the street. “Well I’m really getting quite full, I guess it’s been what, about 32/33 hours since I last peed?” Rachel mused. “How are you feeling?” Chris continued. “Well I really do need a visit to the loo, but like, I don’t absolutely have to go” Rachel said. “It’s fun to hold off though, right?” Chis enquired. “In a way” Rachel said, staring off into the middle distance. “I’ve always kind of felt good about how much I can hold. The girls at work do make me laugh sometimes, half a cup of coffee has some of them running to the loo all morning. I guess I’ve always felt a slight sense of pride, funny though that sounds, you know?” “No I get that” Chris came back. “I’ve always felt similarly, though I don’t normally hold it this long” he said, his bladder sending a strong signal to void as he turned his mind to it’s contents, which admittedly paled in comparison to the ocean Rachel must be holding in hers. “Oh me neither, I’m not sure this is the longest I’ve ever held, but it must be pretty close” Rachel observed, pressing her thighs together for a moment where she stood. The two wandered around the outskirts of Llanberis for the next hour as the sun began to drop behind the hills, all the while Rachel became subtly more fidgety. Chris noticed that when he stopped to take a photo, Rachel would gently rock from foot to foot as if performing some very austere, stiff dance; the kind of which he had so often fantasised about watching an attractive woman do. Once or twice he heard Rachel emit a couple of small “Ooh”’s and subtly but surely hold her crotch with her hand for a brief moment. Chris himself was also starting to feel the pressure, and gave his cock a quick squeeze once or twice as a precaution. As half five rolled around the pair made their way back towards the centre of Llanberis and agreed that given how lovely it had been on the previous evening, they would eat again at the Padarn Hotel. ----- They settled down to eat at around 18:00 and Chris was certainly feeling the pressure by now, much as he tried to hide it. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the drinks as they discussed what they would get up to tomorrow if the weather held. Chris had planned out a route that took them up the ‘easy’ path to the peak of Snowdon and then back down a more difficult route away to the north, looping eventually back around to Llanberis via the road. As time passed, Chris found himself feeling a little more composed, while Rachel appeared to be getting increasingly fidgety. Chris, while obviously aroused, was equally fascinated. The toilet was well within eyeshot of their table, Rachel could get up and walk across the bar and pee within no more than 30 seconds, why didn’t she? She’d had pints and pints of fluid over the last day and a half, why didn’t she surrender to her (by now) obvious need. As if on queue, Rachel drained her third pint glass. Motioning to Chris’s also empty glass, she nodded towards the bar. Chris smiled in response and Rachel got up and walked over to the bar to buy another round. The bar was relatively packed considering it was a weeknight in rural Wales, a fact that the proprietors clearly hadn’t quite catered for. As a result, Chris was treated to quite a show. Rachel stood, one hand on the bar, thighs pressed lightly together, rocking slightly from one foot to another, free hand resting near her crotch, which she so clearly desired to hold. To the casual observer, it may have appeared that she was just trying to avoid standing still to prevent her legs cramping up. Chris however knew her predicament and therefore knew that this was not the case. Rachel eventually returned from the bar, her normally smooth languid strides noticeably stilted and awkward as she moved across the room with a slight bend at her waist. Her top had ridden up slightly, exposing her now incredibly bulbous lower abdomen. Chris stiffened in his seat but managed to suppress the feeling momentarily as he thanked Rachel for the fourth round of drinks. “You know, if you really have to go Rachel, you can” Chris offered. Rachel’s eyes flashed momentarily with relief and a smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it. “Oh no that’s fine. I’ll be quite alright. Like I said earlier, I do really need to go, but it’s not an absolute necessity just yet. I’m fairly resilient to these things” Rachel replied, a slight quiver apparent in her last couple of words. Chris smiled, she really was pushing herself wasn’t she? Another hour or so passed and Chris checked his phone. 22:40. He cleared the tab they had built up behind the bar and they set off back towards the house. ----- As they made their way upstairs, there was no evidence of the alluring, swaying strut that Rachel had performed just a few hours prior. She walked one hand in crotch, taking each step one at a time as if in some considerable pain. As they undressed, Chris marvelled at the proportions of Rachel’s bladder, which by now stuck out at least two to three inches beyond its usual position “Shall we shower before bed?” Chris suggested. “Ooh, s...sure” Rachel replied hesitantly. They both climbed into the shower, pressed up against one another even more than before, such was the additional space that their pair of bulbous bladders now occupied. While still struggling with his own desperate predicament, Chris could not help but be aroused by Rachel’s naked form once more. He grabbed her hips from behind, pulling her ass towards his hips, sliding his cock gently back and forth between her firm cheeks. “Ooh babe, be careful” Rachel spoke through gritted teeth. Chris slowed his strokes and eased his grip on her hips. He noticed now that Rachel was quivering from head to toe, and he decided that the shower must have triggered a further stage of desperation beyond which she would freely admit to. Chris wrapped up the shower as quickly as he could; after all he wanted Rachel’s desperation to continue for as long as possible. They brushed their teeth and climbed into bed, far more gingerly than the previous evening. Chris, while desperate, still yearned to plunge his cock deep inside Rachel, so aroused was he by both her form and her desperate state. He made a move as if to do so but Rachel brushed him off. “Hey, I think those beers have me feeling a bit queasy, do you mind if we don’t tonight? I’m sure I’ll feel better in the morning” Rachel offered. “Sure, no problem, are you sure you’re OK?” Chris replied. “Oh of course” Rachel responded, hand in crotch, still quivering slightly. “I’m just a little full” she smiled, nodding her head downwards towards her bladder. “I can still blow you though” she beamed. Chris, never a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, lay back and let Rachel work away on his rock hard cock with her tongue. He came very quickly such was his aroused state, and soon after they both fell into a desperate state of sleep. ----- Unusually, Rachel was the first of the pair to wake. She turned over and checked her phone. 06:30. As she came round, she was shocked by the violent pulses coming from her bladder. No surprise really, she thought. It had in fact been nearly 48 hours since she last peed at around 08:00 two days ago. Rachel was quietly quite proud of herself, she had always felt that she had had a strong bladder, but never had anyone actively encouraged her to hold it. She was also very impressed by Chris’s holding ability. While she didn’t buy into the idea of men naturally having bigger bladders, she didn’t often stifle a small giggle whenever a man had to scurry off for two or three pees in her presence while she nursed a comfortably full bladder. Chris had been a breath of fresh air over the last couple of days. She gave herself a sudden squeeze as another violent pulse rippled through her body. She knew she was right at her limits, but she didn’t want to let herself down in front of Chris. She thought she’d try and wake him up as she knew he must also be struggling somewhat by now, despite the brave display he had put on last night. She turned over with her back now facing Chris and rubbed her ass gently in his crotch, in a manner that could easily have been mistaken as an accident. She knew her curves drove Chris wild, and sure enough he soon stirred and started semi - consciously partaking in Rachel’s grinding. Summoning as much composure as she could muster, Rachel pushed deep into Chris’s crotch, eliciting a deep groan from her companion. “Good morning” Chris sighed through the haze of fading unconsciousness. “Good morning” Rachel smiled back. “Want to jump in the shower and start the day?” “Sure, I’ll join you in just a minute” Chris replied. Rachel rose slowly from the bed and minced gently round the bed towards the door. She paused for a moment right next to Chris’s, shaking like a leaf from the oceans of pee she was trying to contain. Chris was mesmerised, her bladder now protruded a good four inches from her hips, as she stood with one hand cupping her bladder, and another gently placed in her crotch, trying with all her might to pass it off subtly. “You know, you can use the loo if you really need Rachel” Chris smiled. “Oh no th...that’s fine. We need to get our day started!” Rachel said, through a strained smile. Chris wondered to himself. She must be dying here. How far will she push herself. He stood up from the bed himself, suddenly all the more aware of his bladder, which felt for all the world like it was coming apart at the seams. “What about that shower then?” Chris ventured. “O...of course” Rachel stuttered. They made their way down the corridor to the bathroom and Rachel tentatively switched the water on. The boiler had been off overnight and so the first few seconds were an icy blast of cold fresh liquid that shook the desperate pair to their very core. “Fuck it’s no good! Chris exclaimed, jumping out of the shower. He yanked the toilet lid open and flung himself down on the seat. Piss exploded out of his overfull bladder and he sunk back on the seat as the last 47 hours of hot urine thundered out of him and clattered into the toilet bowl below. For Rachel, who had already been suffering for around 16 hours or so, this was almost the last straw. Chris’s mammoth piss entered its second minute and she had to finally admit her need. “Hey, umm, Chris, I do actually rather need to the loo all of a sudden, do you think you could hu...hurry it up a little?” she stammered. “Why, would you say you have to go now?” Chris smiled. “Well, I...I suppose you could say that” came Rachel’s slightly ashamed response. Chris’s piss continued unabated for what felt to Rachel like an eternity. Eventually he got up, deliberately taking his time to wipe his cock with toilet paper before flushing away the contents of his bladder. Ever the gentleman, Chris left the room as Rachel hobbled towards relief of her own. Closing the door behind him, Chris knelt down to hear the results of Rachel’s hold. She set herself down on the toilet and urine poured out of her. She tried her best to suppress it but she could not entirely hold in a protracted moan of relief as a torrent of piss filled the toilet bowl below her at a stunning rate. Chris didn’t have a means of timing but it certainly went on for far longer than his, easily stretching to the three minute mark. After she flushed Chris got up and returned to the bedroom, not wanting to be caught in such a potentially compromising position. Soon after she returned to the bedroom, cheeks visibly flushed from the combination of relief and embarrassment she was undoubtedly feeling. She climbed into bed and cuddled up next to Chris, who pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I’m so sorry about that” Rachel spoke, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “No, not at all!” Chris replied eagerly. “It was rude of me to go first. You were obviously bursting to go.” “Well, I was, but I don’t like to surrender to those urges if I can avoid it at all.” Rachel offered. “No don’t be silly, I was really, I don’t know, sort of impressed?” Chris ventured, trying for all his worth to disguise his arousal. Rachel smiled. “Thanks, it was interesting to see how far I could go. I think I could potentially hold a little longer in future, if I paced myself a bit better you know?” Chris could contain himself no longer, he turned and gave Rachel a deep passionate kiss and before long they were devouring one another once more, as the morning sunlight began to fall across the bed. Chris had to pinch himself, what had he done to deserve this incredible woman?
  6. If you had the ability to make someone else love this fetish in the same way you do who would it be? would it be someone you really fancy or have a crush on? would it be an already significant other? would it be someone famous currently or in the past? would it be someone in authority, a politician or your boss? Who would you choose and why?
  7. I have to be honest seeing a guy squirming in desperation and saying he’s bursting makes me very aroused. But as a female there’s no obvious way anyone in public would know. I think this is quite an advantage as I can watch without anyone realising what it’s doing to my body and mind. so guys, do those of you who get Very obviously aroused by seeing a woman (or man) desperate or wetting do you ever wish you could hide your arousal like woman so that it wasn’t obvious to others?
  8. cargopantsedit.mov Had the day to myself to work on a new painting and decided to have some wet fun! Feels soo good!
  9. To the best of my memory, this story is 100% true. I previously posted it in a reply on someone else's question, but decided to do a little editing and make my own post. I am quite proud of this memory as it is genuinely when I found my love for omorashi. I first discovered I was into wetting when I was a month away from my 8th birthday. It was early fall I and was in second grade. We lived about 2 miles out of town and just down the road from us lived a boy my age. His name was Jered. He had already turned 8 years old in August. He was average height, like me, with curly blonde hair and green eyes. We were playing tag outside, around a beat-up shed behind his house. Now, this wasn't your typical shed with one door. There were 2 rooms and 2 ways in! You came in the door on one side, had to go through another door to get in the second room, and could exit that room through another door on the other side of the shed. For a couple of 2nd grade boys it was perfect for tag! I was "it", which wasn't surprising. He had always been a faster runner than me ever since we met around kindergarten. So as I'm chasing him, Jered manages to lose me. I run through the shed hoping to catch him on the other side and when I come around the corner he is standing completely still, facing me. This confused me, because as I approached he didn't try to run or evade me in any way, and that seemed way out of character for him. I asked him what was wrong, thinking there had to be something. He always took advantage of the fact that he was more athletic than I was. He looked at me with a straight face and said "I just peed my pants." I looked at the front of his shorts and was more confused, because I could not see a wet stain. The shorts he was wearing were black, gray, and orange, and were made of the same material as swimming trunks. "No you didn't, your shorts aren't wet." I said, calling him on the fact that he looked dry. He said "Yes I did, see." and he pulled down the front of the shorts revealing his white, fruit-of-the-loom briefs. It was then I could clearly see the wet stain starting just above the bump of his small penis and covering the entire front pouch down between his legs. I was amazed that he was indeed wet, but seeing wasn't enough. I asked if I could feel it, and he said I could. Out of raw curiosity, I touched the front of his underwear right over his penis and sure enough they were soaked. I then felt the shorts and they were soaked as well. As I touched him for that brief moment I felt strong feelings of excitement. I didn't know anything when it came to sexual feelings, but as I've looked back on the incident, I've come to realize that these were some of my very first feelings of sexual arousal. As my hand felt the wet material of his briefs, I was aware of the fact that his penis was just beneath the saturated cotton. My heart was beating hard and fast, and though I don't remember for sure, I'm almost certain I had an erection. Our game of tag was over at that point, but we stayed near the shed talking until it was nearly dark outside and I heard my mom calling for me. He continued to confess to me that he often woke up in the morning with damp underwear but claimed he wasn't wetting the bed… I obviously didn't believe him. Before I ran home, I asked him if I could feel his underwear one more time. He pulled down the front of his shorts again and let me run my fingers over the damp cotton of his briefs. The rest of that evening I couldn't stop thinking about Jered peeing his pants and I was intrigued by the fact that no one would ever know he did it, besides me, because he looked completely dry! I was curious about what it felt like. Up until then, I could only remember wetting my pants twice in my life. The drama attached to those incidents didn't afford me the opportunity to enjoy it or really even remember what it was like. Running home, I decided I was going to try wetting myself on purpose. As I was getting ready for bed about an hour after getting home, I refrained from using the toilet and drank a glass of water to make sure I would have to pee. My strongest desire was to know what it felt like to fully wet myself and get away with it. In my mind the easiest way to do that was to wet my bed, because I had two pairs of identical, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, pajamas. I thought I could wear one pair to wet my bed and sleep in. Then, I could quickly change into the clean, dry pair in the morning before mom caught me, and if I just covered the wet spot with my blankets mom would never know. I hadn't wet my bed in over a year and even those one or two incidents were considered extremely rare and were attributed to stress from my parents fighting. So, after I was tucked in and kissed good night and I knew mom wouldn't be back in, I began trying to pee. It wasn't easy as I was trying to undo almost 6 years of being well potty trained. My mistake, of course, was that I was trying to push it out rather than just relaxing and letting it go. I needed to pee badly enough that it eventually started to work and I felt the first squirt of intentional pee leave my penis and seep into my briefs. At the feeling of that warm wetness, I knew I was hooked. Lying on my back, I continued trying to push it out. Two or three more squirts followed the first until I was finally letting it go. Pee gushed into my underwear soaking my crotch and flowing between my legs and over my sides making a warm pool under my bottom. I peed until I was done and for a moment just laid there in shock that I had actually followed through with something so naughty, as I was usually a very well behaved child. Finally, curiosity took over and I let my hands wander; first touching the sheet below me to feel the puddle of urine that I had been holding in for the event, then reaching up and the feeling the front of my pajamas. Going further, I slipped my hand inside to feel my briefs. Everything was soaking wet and warm and I wondered why I had waited so long to try something that felt so wonderful. As I fondled the front of my wet underwear I was aware that my penis was hard. Being clueless about anything even remotely related to sex, I didn't know what to do about it. I only knew that it felt good, so after feeling myself for a bit, I fell asleep in my wet bed. In the morning, I woke up to discover that I was not only still wet from my previous night's experiment, but I had actually wet my bed by accident in my sleep. I quickly got up and changed into clean underwear and my spare pajamas and threw the wet clothing under my bed. I then covered the wet spot with my top sheet and blankets and went about my day. Mom did not catch me, so far..!
  10. Has anyone played the games Outlast, Outlast Whistleblower, or Outlast II? I feel like, especially for fans of male omo like myself, they have a lot of potential. I can just imagine Miles Upshur (one of the player characters) getting desperate in the middle of his investigation and realizing too late that there’s no where to go as he constantly has to run/hide from danger. Fear wetting could be a HUGE potential for any of the games too, especially if the characters were already desperate and then come face-to-face with the variant thy had been running from! This is just an idea, but if anyone else likes the sound of it or is interested in talking more, please please comment or even message me, I love these games so much.
  11. View File No toilet day shower (Nudity!) I didn't allow myself to use the toilet today, but I could use the shower once when I was about to shower anyway. Submitter Themaster258 Submitted 06/13/2020 Category Male  
  12. I love watching a man desperate to pee and many of these videos end with the man wetting. One thing that seems common in these videos but rare in a real wetting or accident is that during the wetting the man moves his penis to spread the wetness in different places. I am curious if any man who has done this does it to please the viewer or himself? I have made wetting videos myself (only after being intensely desperate first) and as a female this isn’t an option. do men wish it was the same with woman? Would you like, for example, If I or another woman pulled my clothes away during the wetting so you see the pee seep through my knickers just for a fresh view? oh and guys...keep up the great content on here! There’s some of us who really love seeing you desperate! Thanks
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    I didn't allow myself to use the toilet today, but I could use the shower once when I was about to shower anyway.

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  14. View File No toilet day meets MH challenge I have decided that I am not allowed to use the toilet today. I have also decided to have a little challenge where I drink everytime I finish a MH hunt. It's amazing how much longer I am able to hold it when I am concentrating on something else. Submitter Themaster258 Submitted 06/13/2020 Category Male  
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    I have decided that I am not allowed to use the toilet today. I have also decided to have a little challenge where I drink everytime I finish a MH hunt. It's amazing how much longer I am able to hold it when I am concentrating on something else.

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  16. Yesterday was my birthday and I've been in an indulge in omo kind of mood. Any suggestions for tonight? Currently in a diaper, plan to just let out as I feel the urge. Debating on a bedwetting lol. Kind of want to do a better puddle on the floor wetting. Was as risqué as I've ever been with the Tik Tok post, hopefully no one I know sees me! Definitely a mix of positive and negative responses, no arguing taste I suppose Also any pull up reccomendations? Don't seem to be many out there for us the way diapers are. https://vm.tiktok.com/EWdqrT/ https://m.vk.com/wall335842433_249?from=notifications&query=PUkEE0FcBAJkUUsSUFIKEyofNgNGURk5KA4eVBkWBQkyAg8fVlUfDykFGlQPbxBEMhIZE2pdD0R8XkVUWlYBAyUfS0xuB1hTfl9bQgYHR1RyUjRaF1kCCBkfGlQPBV5fd19ZQgANWUpkBggOakAYRHxaXE8EAFtSc1JbCxlPSRI_GwwpXFBJXH5HSxlXXg4FMklTLQYHXl5yWV1FBhhfU3BZWk8EBF87akkEH1trHxVkUVhDDAVfVnJeXk8ZFgYHPjQdBRcOWlN_Wl1GAQFcXzs2FA
  17. New Cushies View File Been awhile since I could get padded up... thought I'd make use of the opportunity... Submitter soaked90 Submitted 06/12/2020 Category Male  
  18. Rvlis

    Ralsei's gotta pee!

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    The fluffy prince squirmed. He'd misjudged the trek through the fields, disregarding a bathroom break before heading off. Unfortunately, after getting quite lost, his full bladder began nagging him more and more. Ralsei blushed more and more as each step jostled his tummy, making it more uncomfortable to hold as time passed. At first, he'd considered using a tree or bush, but deemed it too undignified and embarrassing... however an hour of meandering later has had a small effect on his tune. His eyes widened as he felt a few drops of urine leak from him. He crossed his legs tight as a few more followed, warming the fabric of his underwear slightly. Nope, this is not good, He thought to himself, unless he's keen on peeing his pants entirely he'd need to swallow his embarrassment and just relieve himself in nature. The fluffy prince squirmed and potty-danced his way through the bushes and shrubs to a nice, secluded tree, before lifting his robe high and dropping his underwear. No sooner did he lower his panties, did his bladder decide it was done holding urine. A torrent of warm pee began to pour out of him unrestricted. Ralsei shivered in sheer relief as his golden stream continued to soak the tree in front of him, and the grass below. After a solid minute, he quivered and spoke softly to himself as his stream turned into a soft trickle "O-Oh my, that was FAR too close..."
  19. The first time I remember wetting my pants, I was six years old. It happened around July or August; just a couple months before starting first grade. Shortly into the beginning of summer, my dad had brought home an old brownish gold, four-door Datsun. Now, as I've been told by my mom and have witnessed myself throughout the years, my dad was notorious for picking up cars at a cheap price and bringing them home. Then, after a few weeks or maybe even a couple months, the car would break down and become an ornament in our driveway until Mom made him get rid of it. This was of course the same case with the Datsun. As far back as I can remember, I have been fascinated with the prospect of driving. From the time I was around four or five, Dad would let me sit on his lap and steer and that was where my fascination began. At the time, we lived about two miles north of town, at the front of a line of about seven or eight houses. The yards were very big with a lot of room to run and play, but there weren't many kids around. Three houses down from us was Jared, the only boy who was my age, and he had three older brothers that were very aggressive and destructive, while I was well-behaved and sensitive. To be honest, I was a bit of a sissy. Jared was my friend and we played together sometimes, but I didn't like his brothers and I tried to avoid them as much as I could. Three or four houses down from Jared lived the only other two kids in the area besides my two older sisters and me, and they were both girls. One was a couple years older than me and the other was a couple years younger than me. I actually had a crush on the older sister, but I didn't get to play with her very often. Both of my sisters were five or more years older than me, so I spent a lot of time playing by myself. Once the Datsun broke down, it became a very large, very realistic toy car that I could sit in and pretend that I was driving. My parents didn't mind because the car didn't run and it would occupy me for hours on end, so they wouldn't have to worry about where I was at or whether or not I was safe. On one particularly nice summer day shortly after it broke down, I was playing in the Datsun wearing a T-shirt and a pair of black bicycle shorts that had a neon green stripe down one side and a hot pink stripe down the other side. I wore those shorts quite often because I thought they were comfortable. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm not sure exactly how long I had been playing in the car without a break of any kind, but I'm sure it was at least a couple hours. I became so engrossed in my play that I didn't feel the pee building in my bladder. I wriggled in the driver's seat instinctively, like any kid will do when they have to pee really bad, but the fact that I needed to go to the bathroom just didn't register in my mind. I kept right on playing completely oblivious to anything else around me. All of a sudden, the urge to go hit me like a freight train and I had a split second to think, "Oh, no!". The next second my bladder let go about a two second jet of warm pee that flooded my crotch soaking the front of my underwear and shorts and running all the way to my bottom. I simultaneously felt shocked, scared, embarrassed, ashamed of myself, and disgusted, and when that first spurt of pee came out of me, I panicked. As soon as I felt it, I immediately fumbled the car door open and jumped out. When I turned to shut the car door my bladder let go completely and pee began flowing out of my penis at full force and I couldn't stop it. The car was parked next to our garage about forty feet from the door of our house. With pee coursing down my legs, I sprinted the forty feet across the gravel of our driveway and our cement patio. My mom was hanging clothes on the line to my right as I ran by and when she saw me she scowled making me feel even more embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I could hardly believe that I was actually peeing in my pants and all I wanted to do was get to the toilet before it finished and change clothes before anyone found out what I did. I bolted into our entry way, up the long flight of stairs into our dining room, took a left into the kitchen, and another immediate left into our bathroom. By the time I made it to the toilet and fumbled my penis out of my briefs, only a small amount was left to trickle into the water. The entire front of my underwear and shorts was sopping wet and my legs glistened with moisture where the pee ran down them. Even my socks and shoes were wet. I grabbed a towel out of the cabinet in the bathroom and ran for my bedroom. My mom was still outside, but I didn't want my sisters to see me, because I knew they'd make fun of me for wetting myself. As fast as I could, I sprinted out into the kitchen, took a left into the living room, through the arched doorway, and another left past two chairs into my room. I closed my bedroom door behind me and immediately stripped out of everything except my T-shirt. I tossed my wet clothes into my laundry basket and used the towel to thoroughly dry my crotch, butt and legs. I was so ashamed of myself that I nearly cried and it took all I had to hold back the tears. At the same time, I was mildly afraid that it might happen again because of the way it surprised me. After drying myself off completely, I dug in my underwear drawer for a pair of underwear that I hadn't worn in a very long time. They looked just like regular white briefs, but they were about three times thicker than the Fruit-of-the-Looms I was used to and were meant for little boys that were, for the most part, potty trained but still had close calls and small accidents. In other words, training briefs. When I found them, I pulled them on instead of my regular underwear, because I felt like I couldn't control myself and if it happened again I didn't want there to be any way for anyone to know or find out about it. Once I finished getting dressed, I put on a different pair of shoes and went back outside intending to resume playing in the car. When I opened the car door, however, I found that there was a baseball sized wet pee stain on the driver's seat from where my accident began. I was so devastated and disgusted and angry at myself that I slammed the car door and walked off to find something else to do. I never played in the Datsun again.
  20. I didn’t mean for this to happen but it did so I went with it. I also cleaned the mess. I was on vacation with my family, one day after lunch they dropped me off at the hotel since they had to hurry and pick something up before the store closed while we were up there. In the hurry to drop me off I didn’t pee before. On the trip to the hotel I regreted it as I started to really have to pee. I crossed my legs knee over knee tightly. Once they dropped me off at the hotel I got out and acted normal as they left, I didn’t want to draw attention to me and my need. Once left I walked to the bathroom, I had to force myself not to hold myself as again I didn’t want r t o draw attention to myself. When I got to the bathroom it was empty probably bc no one wants to travel due to corona. Once I saw it was empty I ran into a stall as I really needed to pee. Once I was in the stall I slammed the door shut and locked it but as I did a huge desperation wave hit me and I leaked. I went to the front of the toilet and went to pull my gym shorts down but before I did I lost the battle and lost control, peeing my shorts. I figured they were already wet so I didn’t bother to pull my gym shorts down. I was wearing navy blue gym shorts and no undies • I CLEANED THE MESS •
  21. Why do I enjoy this so much? Does anyone have any answers? I don't. It's interesting. I'm old enough that I have friends that are using pads and diapers because they have to. And here I'm doing it because it feels good. Seems wrong. So, I've written a couple of posts about my difficulty in letting go when I was walking fast or running during my workout. I've gotten over that. I found that if I drink coffee all morning while I'm making breakfast and checking email and all those morning things, by the time I leave the house for my workout, I am close to peeing my pants, or already leaking into them. Yesterday, I was leaking so bad just before I left that the pants had shiny wet all the way down past the knees! Today, I decided to put on boxer briefs under my workout pants. I thought that they would maybe enhance the experience some by keeping some of the pee and not getting my workout pants quite as wet. Failure. Didn't feel nearly as good. I didn't get the feeling of the wet warmth going down my legs quite as much. Sigh. What I noticed today was that I had to pee bad enough during the whole workout that during my walking sections, I was able to let go and get pretty good streams of wetness going down my legs. But running would shut off the valve, no matter how bad I had to go. I'm sure that if I run long enough, I would find myself leaking eventually. But since I'm just starting running again after years of not (and now an 85 lb weight loss), I'm not running far enough to make a go of it. What I also noticed, when I was walking, that if I tried holding through a couple of waves of need, I would notice that my pants were dribbling and I didn't feel it! That's kinda scary. I would just go with the flow though and push more out, then I would be good for the next 5 to 10 minutes before the next waves would present themselves. I find myself enjoying letting out 3 to 5 seconds of pee at a time. It releases enough that it can run down to my knees and sometimes further, but continues to press my need through the whole workout so that I can play. By the time I got home, my pants were soaked. Of course, it helped that it was raining out. I got home and had my wife cut my hair in my wet workout pants and she didn't notice. I don't think. The way she looks at me when I get home from my workout makes me wonder if she has caught on. The other day, she looked right down at my very wet pants. But they really don't show much. At least I wasn't able to see that they were wet when I looked down at them. Vision angle?
  22. Hey guys, it is me once again. With things locked down I have time on my hands, so I’m writing a lot. Work is incredibly quiet so I have to fill my day somehow. Hope you guys enjoy and in some way find it uplifting! The diaper gripped my hips and would not let go, I was in a cushioned embrace, the like of which I have grown to love over the years. I have been a diaper lover for years, for a long time I hid it from myself, I couldn’t understand why wearing a diaper made me feel at times empowered, at others secure and safe from the world. The two feelings are contradictory, but such is my love for wearing diapers. As a man, I’ve always been incredibly sensitive about my love for diapers, but everyday I remain thankful I have a supportive network around me, people who understand the feelings I battle with daily and it’s because many of the same people, share similar experiences. I often wish I could be open and honest about my love of diapers, but then I think, why would I do that? This is my secret. This is my secret refuge in a world that can be callous and cruel. Nobody, except like minded people are aware. I have a friend who knows I like pee and wetting myself and he’s cool with it, his attitude is always each to their own. He doesn’t ridicule me, he never has. So what’s my point? Well, yesterday I finally summoned the courage to leave my home diapered to shop for groceries. I had it all planned. I had a seriously cute pull-up diaper which was white and decorated with superheroes. They’re designed for teenagers who experience bed wetting, but they are perfect for me. They’re cute, comfortable, light and most importantly, not too poofy, I didn’t want anything being visible in public. On top of my diaper, I plumped for a pair loose jeans, black in colour, I needed something dark and loose that would resist any lines being visible to the naked eye. I was all set, I’d picked the perfect outfit and summoned the courage from within to face the world with a diapered ass, I felt great. I left home in mid afternoon. The sun was strong and bright. It was warm and I could feel myself perspiring almost immediately. I got into my car and switched on the air conditioning, it took a moment to whir up but when it did, it was glorious. I took a moment to compose myself, my heart was pounding but I’d made up my mind. I set off for the town centre. I arrived twenty minutes later. I stepped out the car to once again be greeted by the sun in all its powerful glory. I opened the boot and retrieved my shopping bags. As I bent over I felt around with my hand to check if my waist band was visible, to my horror it was. I could feel maybe an inch of material jutting out above my jeans. I wondered for a moment if this was such a good idea. But as I looked around I noticed not another soul, I figured I’d be okay. Besides, I guess I’m doing nothing illegal. It was a relatively short walk to the stores. Walking along the river bank I watched the ducks fight for supremacy over some food passers by had thrown in. On the opposite bank, some other birds looked on enviously at the veritable feast the ducks were enjoying. I crossed the river. Whilst on the bridge I looked over at the castle in the distance, sitting proudly atop its mound, after nine hundred years it still stood tall, casting a protective eye over the inhabitants that live beneath. On the other bank, I passed by the local college, it was a Saturday so there were no students around, just the occasional staff member flirting from one place to another. I climbed the four flights of stairs that leads to a square. It was busy. Hundreds of people enjoying the sunshine and the alcoholic beverages on offer from the various bars and restaurants. I felt a little self conscious at this moment and began questioning if my diaper was truly hidden. I once again inspected with my hand. All clear. I pushed forward. I crossed over the bridge and observed the traffic below, it was busy and full of life, I liked this about city life. There is always something happening. I was now in the main square. There are a couple of bronze statues of famous military people from this part of the country, I’ve always viewed them as quite pleasant and proud, that thinking is not universal however. I gazed for a moment at a beautiful young woman bending over to tend to her baby in a pram, bending over her underwear was on view for all the world to see. They were purple and lacy, not at all unattractive I thought to myself. Just hope I don’t end up in a similar boat. I entered the store, grabbed a basket and began perusing the shelves for the items I needed. I didn’t need loads, just a few essentials. My first item was hand soap, I headed for the household essentials isle. The feeling of wandering around in my diapered state was as thrilling as it was nerve wracking. I mostly felt confident but at time’s when people got a little close, I did become a little conscious that they may be able to hear a rustling. The thought lingered but I tried to put it out of my mind, I figured the noise of people chatting would drown any possible rustling out. I found my hand soap and began my selection process. There was a lot to choose from but out the corner of my eye I saw a pink coloured bottle and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be confectionery scented. Drumstick Squashies to be precise. I thought it was adorable and I had to have one, the thought of my hands smelling of milk and raspberries was too good to turn down. There was only one issue, it was on the bottom shelf. Ooookkkayyy. Slowly. Don’t make it obvious…. Slowly. I bent down and picked up a bottle. I wanted two. I had a bottle in each hand but I had a problem, I could feel diaper jutting out again. Urghghhg. I quickly rose back up and had a look around, there was a young woman behind me who seemed to have turned away when I got back up. Did she notice? Is that why she turned away? Is she laughing at me? Urghgh. I put my soap in my basket and pulled my jeans up, hard, too hard. I then became hyper aware about the possibility of a diaper silhouette showing through my jeans. No. I’m wearing black. It’s all good. I carried on. I was blushing a bit but it wasn’t too bad. The feeling of my diaper against my ass was incredible. It was responding to my every step, it was so poofy and soft. It was very comforting. I went about my next items without incident. Bread, milk, eggs, pasta ETC. I was beginning to have a lot of fun, yes I was still blushing and nervous, but it was thrilling at the same time. The last item I required was wine. I made my way to the correct aisle and began perusing the options on offer. I’m partial to white and red wine but red is definitely my favourite, I sometimes feel red is a little more sophisticated too. I could see one of my favourites, it was sat atop of the shelf. I’m a little under six feet tall but even so, I had to stretch to reach the top. I leaned up and grabbed my choice, it was a Chilean red, Carmenere variety. I returned to pose and placed it in my basket. Phew!! Another one down. I turned around to head towards checkout. The wine shelves were behind me now but I tuned back on myself when I heard a familiar voice call my name. I spun around to see my friend, Noah. He had a basket full of shopping and seemed to be in a jovial mood, so I stopped to chat a while. “Hey man, how’re you doing? You good?” I asked. “Not bad” he responded. The quicker this was over the better, I was beginning to feel slightly exposed. “ I heard you got moved to another office? What’s the story, tapping up the ladies again?” He asked as he chuckled. “ just one of f those things, I’m on secondment whilst we organise a big internal audit, it’s a right pain really” We chatted away for a few minutes. It was pleasant, Noah is a nice guy, he’s got a good sense of humour and he’s always up for a laugh. We said our goodbyes. I turned to walk away and I felt something, it was familiar. Did that just happen? I turned around to see Noah grinning. He had slapped my ass. Ohhhhh heck no, no, no, this did not just happen? Surely? No? He didn’t? He couldn’t possibly have not felt my diaper. What the hell? Utghhhh. I blushed red. Beetroot red. I was burning up with embarrassment. Noah now knows I’m wearing a diaper? What’s he gunna think? Can I ever see him again after this? My heart was pounding and my mind was in overdrive. I felt like I was hyperventilating, honestly believed I would pass out. Suddenly my soft cushioned ass seemed a million miles away, I felt totally humiliated. In just a few moments, my day had turned on it’s head. Noah moved close. I tried to meet his gaze but I couldn’t. How could I? “My girlfriend noticed when you were getting soap earlier on, she told me she saw you were wearing a diaper” his voice was a whisper, which was a blessing. If anybody else had heard, I’d have just ran straight out the store. I thought for a moment about denying it, but it seemed pointless. The game was up. I couldn’t muster a response. “Look, I dunno what you’re doing it for, not my business and I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you, that wasn’t my intention” he sounded sincere but even still, it seemed like a crappy thing to do. Who does that? I took a deep breath and mustered a few crackled words. “Then why say anything at all?” That really was all I could manage. “Cause it’s fairly obvious mate, I think just about anyone walking behind you can see it, I didn’t feel right not letting you know. Okay, I’ve gone about it in the wrong way, I’m sorry for that. But I couldn’t let you go about your day not knowing, cause I’m guessing it’s something you’d rather remained secret? You don’t need to answer that. But look, it’s the twenty first century, people can be what they wanna be, nobody should feel ridiculed for something they enjoy just cause someone more repressed doesn’t understand. That’s their problem. But I’d feel shitty myself if I said nothing” I’ve known Noah for more then ten years and that was the longest speech he’d ever given. But I got his point. I did feel a little better. I was still burning red, but it wasn’t the disaster it could have been. I still wish he had never said anything but then I understand why he did. I guess we should feel comfortable in our own skin, regardless of what we wear. Ultimately, as individuals those are our choices. I felt quite uplifted. Noah gave me a smile and said he’d text me later and just like that he walked away. I was motionless for a few moments, I was still trying to come to terms with what just occurred. In the days since I’ve spent a long time replaying his monologue in my head over and over again. The more i hear it, the more I know he’s right. So what if I like to wear diapers? That’s my decision. So what if some guy wants to wear clothing that society has assigned to another gender? That’s his decision. Overall I learnt a lot that day. I’m more confident within myself and feel less embarrassed about the pleasures I take in life. We should all be confident in who we are and what we enjoy. Regardless.
  23. This happened junior year of college. It was the week before finals, and i sat in the library, studying on my laptop... i had drank plenty of coffee all day, to stay focused. It was late afternoon, and i had last peed just after lunch. I have been needing to piss for a long while, but ignored it. I was reluctant to get up to go because i would have to pack my laptop in my backpack and take it with me. It seemed like too much of a hassle. I was almost done studying anyway and would go home. I could wait until home... I remained absorbed in my work for a while longer. But i couldn't ignore my bladder anymore. I had to pee very urgently and suddenly! I took my backpack and my laptop, and headed to the library bathroom. Getting up, i felt an even stronger pee urge. I walked faster. When i got to the toilets, I saw a line for the only available single person toilet. I was too embarrased to wait in line, so i rushed to the nearby physics building. I walked as fast as i could without running. I was bursting! I had a lot of coffee and was being too focused to notice the urge until it was an absolute pee mergency'! When i got to the, thankfully empty, men's room, I hurried to the nearest urinal. I couldn't help squirming a little as i undid my pants. I held it way too long! I pissed a hard and desperate stream fot 40 seconds or so. Relief flooded over me as i pissed.
  24. Question of the day! If you were to have an accident unplanned or not. How would you want to have it. I myself would possibly want to have an accident at the beach. Purposely waiting to go into the water until I was already wet(: for me I wouldn't want to have an accident where people might easily notice. Or that someone else would have to clean up. Let me know what your perfect accident would be!
  25. Hello fellow wetters!! I am going to start posting all of my public wetting stories from the time I was a kid to this stage of my life. Wetting my pants in public has been something I have been doing since I was about 7 years old and something I continue to do to this day. The wetting that occurs in all of these stories were done intentionally, never by accident. These stories will be in no particular order I will just tell them as I remember. I have been doing this for nearly 30 years so there are a lot of stories to share and I hope you all enjoy. Feel free to comment, ask questions or share similar stories. My first ever public wettings happened when I was around 7 years old. At this point I had already discovered that I enjoyed wetting my underwear while sitting on the toilet at home so every chance I could get I would do it. The idea would just pop into my head and I would stop whatever I was doing, go into my bathroom and lock the door behind me. I would leave my briefs on, sit on the toilet and wet my undies. After doing this a few times the idea of doing it at a friend's house triggered my interest. I remember I would drink a lot of fluids before going over to someone's house just to make sure I had to pee. It didn't take long once I got there so I would ask to use their bathroom and I would sit on the toilet with my underwear on and wet myself then just go about playing afterwards with not a care in the world. I started making it a point to wet my underwear at every single one of my friends' houses as a little game. I was always very cautious though and would make sure the pee was properly absorbed into my underwear so it wouldn't show on my pants, or if it did very minimally. This little game was kind of my introduction to testing the limits so to say in public wetting. At this age there wasn't anything sexual behind it but I do remember some state of arousal or at least the acknowledgment that I was doing something naughty. These events don't really require a full story for every time I did it because it was so simple and I just did the same thing whenever I had the chance. Within the next two years is when I discovered that I also enjoyed wetting my pants while standing in the bathtub. After a few times doing that at home I started getting new ideas on how to transfer this new practice into a public setting. More stories on that to come so stay tuned. I have no memories of every being caught in the act but I know my parents discovered my wet underwear on multiple occasions and they had numerous talks with me about keeping my pants dry and telling them whenever I had an "accident".
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