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  1. A hidden camera happens to capture Alisha having an embarrassing wetting accident in her jeans after her zipper becomes stuck in this video. The problem with so many “accident” videos is they lack authenticity. Are we really supposed to believe that this model just happens to wet her pants, while not noticing the camera person following her a round? It strains credibility to the point of offending reason. To be realistic, there needs to be a reason for the camera to be there. It could be a security camera, a hidden camera voyeur video, or something else, but for the scene to be authentic the existence of the camera needs to be motivated by something. That is what we tried to do with this scene, were our hidden camera captures Alisha while she is desperate to pee and ends up wetting her jeans.
  2. Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes. Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny. Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane. Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle. She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself. Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued. ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’ Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase. ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’ Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play. As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’ Mary-Jane was almost in tears! ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’ ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’ Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’ ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’ ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’ ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’ In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time. In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding. ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’ ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body. ‘How does this fasten then?’ ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’ Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back. ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’ ‘Ok’ She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly. ‘Do I look ok?’ ‘Perfect’ ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’ ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’ Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her. It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children. Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air. ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’ It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs. ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’ ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’ Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully. ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’ Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure. She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off. Now all that was left was the tan trousers. Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate. ‘Come on! Come on!’ Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit. With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense. Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom. She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident. She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened. ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’ Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side. ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’ ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’ ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’ He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her. ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’ Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
  3. I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?
  4. when there's a lock on your toilet there's only so much you can do. poor leafy ended up learning that the hard way. someone get the mop. here's a part 2 to the first leafy omo drawing i made.
  5. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  6. Reyna felt the wind blow across her skin and knew a battle was brewing. She had been waiting in a small alcove in the Asian style architecture found in Haven. She had been there for quite some time just waiting for any rival agents to appear. Her dark clothing allowed her to stay relatively unnoticeable in the shadowy corner where she now stood. Reyna suddenly heard footsteps in her area. Quickly she hunkered down as her senses went on high alert. She grimaced as she felt a few drops of urine hit the fabric of her panties . A full bladder was the least of Reyna's concerns however, as the footsteps started to get closer. Jett carefully made her way toward the bomb site, checking corners as she went. her job was simple. Get in plant the spike, get out. That didn't mean t was going to be easy. The fabric of the Korean girl's pants rustled as she moved along the corridor. She clutched her vandal assault rifle in her hands. Looking at her map Jett saw that the bomb site was just around the next corner. She shivered in anticipation, and felt her abdomen clench. She had never done particularly well at keeping her clothes dry during tense situations. More often than not Jett could be seen exiting a battle with a large stain covering her pants. She would just have to hope this time was different. It was showtime. As Reyna stared down the scope of her operator sniper rifle, she saw a flash of movement to her right. Instinctively she fired a shot and dove behind cover. Crouching, Reyna made her way to a large stack of boxes which would provide both cover and good sight lines. It was imperative that she stay a good distance from her target as her sniper would be much less effective up close. Similarly, Jett was also crouched down behind a box. However she was not thinking about battle tactics. Instead she was focused on not wetting her pants. That shot had been too close for comfort even with her advanced mobility. Already a small stain had become visible on her grey sweat pants. After a moment of frantic holding Jett began to calm down. She had seen a flash of purple on the other side of the bomb site, meaning her adversary was none other than Reyna. She was in for a long battle. Reyna stood behind the boxes as she tried to calm her breathing. Her bladder was closing in on its breaking point, but Reyna was unable to do anything about it as taking her attention off of the battle could cost her a lot more than a change of pants. Suddenly a thought came to her. She concentrated and summoned a ball of dark energy in her hand. She threw it around the boxes and after a few seconds she peeked out and looked for a shot. Jett had seen the sphere hurtling toward her and froze. It exploded mere feet in front of her and suddenly she could see only darkness. With her vision limited to only her immediate surroundings, Jett acted off pure instinct. She used her tailwind ability to instantly dive for any kind of cover. Fortunately she found it. Diving behind a small stone wall, Jett heard the sharp whizz of a bullet and felt the air of the passing shot on her neck. Her breath came in gasps as she sat behind the wall. her back was pressed against the stones as she felt another unpleasant sensation. She groaned as she looked down and confirmed her suspicions. Once again she would not be leaving with clean pants. Her bladder was completely voiding itself with no input from Jett required. The small stain that had resider on her pants before quickly grew as the Korean pissed her self. Her pee poured through her pants forming a puddle on the ground. The warm liquid pooled below her thighs and ass, as well as continuing to spread out ward. Jett's thoughts were rudely interrupted however when she remembered her current situation. She wanted this fight to be over as quickly as possible. She grabbed her gun and was ready to take the fire fight when she realized one important thing was missing. The spike. She frantically scanned her surroundings before realizing that it was nowhere to be found. With no spike, no plan, and a very gross pair of pants, Jett decide to throw in the towel. Slowly backing up Jett moved past the wall she was hiding behind, and with out hesitation, dashed towards an open door way. She heard another shot go off, and her bladder responded by sending what little pee it still contained into her underwear. This resulted in a one second stream, nothing compared to its release earlier. Jett ran down the corridor at a sprint. She would live to fight another day. Reyna saw the other woman running and knew she had won. Although her adversary had lived, the bomb had not been planted making the mission a success. Reyna didn't feel like celebrating though. As soon as she had seen Jett run away she had dropped her weapon and hunched over hands between her legs. Her bladder was screaming for release, and unless Reyna found a toilet now, it would do so in her pants. Reyna started to hobble down the cobblestone streets of Haven as she scanned desperately for a place to relive herself. Walls and boxes passed by with little recognition as Reyna focused fully on her new objective. She even failed to notice the puddle created by her opponent, hidden behind one wall. After a solid ten minutes of searching, however, Reyna knew there was no hope. With a whimper and a shiver, she lost control. Reyna stood frozen as her bladder emptied, piss rushing into her pants. Immediately, the already dark material covering her crotch deepened in hue. She felt her legs warm as the urine poured down her tan thighs. A puddle began to form on the ground as the pee made its way to the ground. Reyna could only stare in shock as she peed her pants. After a full three minute accident Reyna continued her walk in a daze. Her mission had been completed but at the cost of her dignity.
  7. Has anyone ever wet or almost wet under bad circumstances while trying to either make it or wait until you could wet? Example. Like if you were at an amusement park with friends with no intention of wetting but couldn't make it back to the restrooms? Or if you were holding at work but started leaking before you got off or could get home(not necessarily getting caught). My closest experience is probably holding while grocery shopping and starting to leak as I struggle to get all the groceries away. Or even as I'm still unlocking the door. Reply or message me with yours if you have any(:
  8. HI, my name is Alex. I'm just a normal guy like everyone else, or so I thought. Right up until my freshman year of college. I had grown up in a small town with one small school for each age group and was never very confident with the ladies, so moving off to college in the big city all on my own was a pretty big deal, and exposed me to the much larger world I had never been a part of growing up. I was smart, not quite athletic enough to make a college sports team if I had tried, and played an instrument in band. Maybe slightly above average looking? Some girls called me cute (though they still didn't seem to want to go out with me, always being taken by the school jocks instead, but I digress). I met Angela, or Angie, in that first semester in Macroeconomics 101. She was beautiful in a girl-next-door sort of way: brunette hair that was down to her shoulders and slightly wavy, 5'4", and a combination of fit but curvy that I adore, with a skinny waist, wide hips, and breasts I later discovered to be 36D. Best of all were her deep brown eyes and a smile that captivated my soul. She was my dream girl. So of course it took me weeks to get up the nerve to actually talk to her. Once I did, though, we found pretty quickly that the conversation flowed easily between us and in no time we were spending more and more time together. One afternoon after I walked with her back to her dorm after classes she was finally tired of my hesitations and she surprised me with a kiss. We had the boyfriend-girlfriend talk and just like that we were a couple. I was on cloud nine. After a couple of weeks the tentative kissing grew more passionate and our hands began to roam over each other's eager bodies during our make out sessions we would sneak when roommates weren't around. Which is where we found ourselves one fall Friday evening in her dorm after classes, on her bed, making out fully clothed, minus her t-shirt. As we kissed and rolled around, our waists pressed together slowly dry humping each other, my hand slipped down her side and she giggled and flinched. "Careful, I'm ticklish!" she said. "Oh? What? This?" I responded, and reached for her sides again. She squealed and squirmed and laughed and tried to fight me off. We mock-wrestled as I continued to try to tickle her sides while she continued to laugh and try to push my arms away. It was all still arousing in a cute sort of way. A few moments later through her laughter she said, "Stop or I'll pee myself!" I laughed with her and kept going. "I'm serious!" she said. "A likely story," I replied, redoubling my efforts, "Just trying to get out of it." Her voice inflection, her body flush, her motions, all were turning me on. She squealed again, "I'm... not joking... if you don't... stop... I'll... I'll.." Suddenly she squealed again, different this time, and her legs squeezed together and she tried to push me away with her arms and knees. Sensing the change I sat backwards up onto my knees and she curled herself into a ball and rolled off of her bed to stand on the floor beside me with her hands pressed hard into her crotch, her knees hard together. She looked at me with a shocked face, a little red, but still most of a that cute smile, "I warned you!" "Are you ok?" I asked out of genuine concern. "I'm fine," she said, "but I told you if you didn't stop tickling me I'd pee my pants." "You mean?" I asked, eyes drifting down to her hand covered crotch. She pulled her hands away and rounded her back to stick her crotch forward so she could look down at it, while also providing me an amazing view of her jeans and the obvious dark, wet spot that ran the length of the crotch in kind of the shape of a cucumber, slightly wider towards the back and the start of her butt. Something inside me exploded, searing every nerve in my body. It was the most exciting, arousing thing I had maybe ever seen. She quickly stood back normal again, ruining my view, and said, "I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I'm too old for this." I jumped up and wrapped my arms tightly around her, "No, it's ok. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should have stopped." She laughed a little and asked, "Believe me now?" I laughed, too, and said, "Well, I do NOW." I kissed her and held her for a moment and then said, "It isn't so bad. I could barely see anything." It was a lie, of course; I could. In fact, I couldn't STOP seeing everying in my mind's eye. "Liar," she said, "I can feel it." I kissed her some more, my erection still pressing against her body, more aroused than ever. "It's ok," I mumbled into her neck. "How are you still turned on?" she asked, but not moving away or stopping me. "Ummmm..." I paused, smelling her shampoo on her hair, kissing gently near her ear. "I dunno, it was all kind of cute, kind of sexy, kind of... hot..." She giggled again. "You think it's cute, sex, hot that your eighteen year old college girlfriend just peed her pants?" I stopped and looked into her eyes, her big, beautiful, brown eyes. "I mean, yeah, kinda. I don't know why. But, yeah, it kind of turned me on..." My eyes drifted away from her gaze out of shame. She laughed, "Aww, it's ok, sweetie," and kissed me on the nose, "We're all into something, right? It could be worse. Besides, you were bound to find out sooner or later." I smiled and looked back at her, "Bound to find out what?" She blushed again and said, "Well, I'm a little... accident prone..." Now it was her turn to avert her eyes out of embarrassment. My heart skipped a beat. Does she mean? Could it happen again? Could I get to see more? "You mean... ?" "I mean I sometimes pee myself. A little!" she clarified, "Usually, I mean. Sometimes not so little..." and laughed nervously. I pulled her close and kissed her hard, "That's so hot." In less than five minutes I had discovered I had a fetish I never knew existed. She returned the kiss and we were suddenly making out hard again, standing there in her room. My hands slid down her back to her butt and squeezed, then slowly around her hip. She didn't stop me. My right hand squeezed between our hard pressed bodies until my fingers felt warm moisture in the crotch of her jeans. She inhaled sharply but didn't break our kiss as I began rubbing her wet crotch. Her right hand moved down my side and to the front of my pants as well. She squeezed my throbbing erection over my jeans, then fumbled with the zipper, pushed it down, and reached inside my pants for the first time. Her cold hand wrapped around my shaft and the built up excitement inside me overwhelmed my senses. I shoved my face into the side of her neck and grunted as the first rope of cum exploded into my boxers. She squealed with surprise at the first pulse but managed to pull my cock free of the fly as the second ejaculation sprayed onto her hand and the front of her jeans. She continued to stroke me through my orgasm and whispered in my ear, "Yeah, baby, cum for me, that's it..." I could barely remain standing upright. When I was done I kissed her long and hard. We looked down are the mess I'd made on the front of her jeans and hand. I said, "Sorry about your jeans." She said, "Why? They were already going to need a wash!" We laughed. "I'll go clean up then we can head to the caf for dinner?" she asked. I nodded, putting myself back together. As she turned to step away she caught me eyeing the barely visible wet spot at the front of her crotch, below the streaks of cum stains. She smiled and said, "One last look before I change." She opened her legs and bend her crotch forward for me, then spun around and stuck out her butt and bent forward, before standing back up. "Get a good look?" I just smiled and nodded. She laughed, grabbed a new pair of panties and jeans from her dresser, then disappeared into the dorm's bathroom. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and flopped onto her bed on my back, staring at the ceiling. Who was I? What was this new discovery? Maybe I wasn't so normal after all.
  9. Sneezing Pad Leaks So there's something in the air this week that's been making me sneeze. As a result I’ve taken up my long-standing practice of wearing pads regularly. Yesterday, I wore a simply panty liner in my gray panties, and was lucky that it held one large squirt when I sneezed while working at my desk. If you look closely you can see that the pad was already quite sticky for other reasons, as I slipped this pad into my panties after my hubby and I had a lunch time quickie. This sneeze happened when my bladder was maybe 1/3 full, so it was only a little squirt. As you can see, my panties were kept dry. And the pad was only wet but not sodden. A couple of days ago I wore a thicker pad, and not one well-designed for pee pee leaks. It was taking up space in my bathroom cabinet, and y’all know that I do enjoy experimenting with pads. Well, I stuck this thick pad into my dinosaur panties after breakfast, anticipating possible sneezing during the day. Things were going well until after I had finished my second mug of tea, around 10:30. My bladder was quite full, and I was just wrapping up some work before nipping off to the loo when I felt a sneeze building. I decided I’d let the pad capture it, rather than trying to minimize things by crossing my legs. I was shook by three sneezes and felt moderate squirts of pee flood into my underwear and pad with each sneeze. After the third one I reached down to feel the damage. My panties were dry but a little pee had flooded out the sides and there were little wet patches on the inside of my PJ bottoms. I hurried to the washroom to pee, and snapped additional pictures of the damage. I then put a Goodnite on so I wouldn’t have to worry and went about my day. And yes, for those who are wondering, I did change out of the Goodnite in the afternoon. It was wet from a couple of additional leaks, and I took the liberty of soaking it after lunch. And here it is: Hope you are having a great week, Rachel
  10. While on a group camping trip, Alisha excuses herself to vanish into the foliage and pee. Unknown to her, she is being followed by the camp creep, armed with a night-vision camera, and intent on filming her in the act of relieving herself. In this scene we join Alisha around the campfire as she is telling a scary story. Needing to pee, she excuses herself and walks into the forest to take care of business. What she doesn’t know is that she is being followed by the camp-creep who is recording her with a night vision camera. Just before she lowers her pants she hears a noise and catches the creep in the act of filming her. She demands he turns off the camera and leaves her alone, stating that she isn’t going to expose herself in front of him. Being a total jerk, however, our camera person refuses to stop recording or to give Alisha any kind of privacy. Instead, he continues to film as Alisha grows more desperate and begs him to go away. Eventually, Alisha can’t hold it any longer and pees in her pants, and it all gets recorded on video.
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  12. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  13. A television news reporter accidentally wets her pants live, on-air, after growing desperate to pee during a live report. In this video we get to watch a live report from Alisha Adams. She is on-location, trying to report the news, but is also desperate to pee. During her report she grows increasingly desperate, at times even having to hold herself and cross her legs. As her desperation grows, she has an increasingly difficult time delivering her report. Despite doing her best to get through her report, and maintain control of her bladder, she ultimately fails at both. Standing in front of the camera, she ends up peeing her pants. The shock of wetting herself seems to make her forget all about her report; She stands, frozen, as she wets her pants, then runs away, humiliated, to hide.
  14. View File JAV - DLEE-167 - Desperate School Girl Accidents Desperate Japanese school girls have accidents. I could'a sworn I saw this one on here but it hasn't come up in a search. Apologies if this is a repeat. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/23/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  15. Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went. Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call. ‘Hi, can I help you?’ ‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’ ‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’ ‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’ Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect. Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air. Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency. As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow. Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder. The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor. ‘And finally any other business?’ Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief. Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously. Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door. Locked. She tried again. Nothing. Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code! She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit. Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past. ‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’ ‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’ Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered. ‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’ Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little. ‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’ Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating. Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself. The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies. Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note. ‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’ The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction. ‘Did you forget something Ishami?’ But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes. With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door.
  16. Too shy to ask Jean really wanted to go on holiday but there was one thing stopping her: her boss wouldn’t let her go unless she found someone else to cover her shifts for the week she was away. Jean called her sister begging her to help, knowing she had regularly worked the bar at their dad’s pub in her twenties and early thirties before she married Jeff. Sure she’d now been married nearly twenty years but a pint was a pint and once a barmaid always a barmaid surely? Jeff answered and Jean made small talk first before asking to speak to Janis. She mentioned how much her holiday meant to her, how seeing her grandchildren was so important with another new baby just born and how frustrating it was that Gary was insisting she found cover herself. She reminisced about the ‘good old days’ working at dad’s pub and the many regulars they both remembered. Janis seemed happy and relaxed and Jean went in for the kill. ‘Please please Janis. It’s only a week and the money will really help you out. You’ll love it and I bet you anything the regulars love you! Please do it for me?’ Caught up in the moment Janis agreed and early Monday evening she put on her jeans and a low cut top, showing off her figure that for a woman in her mid fifties was still in incredible shape . Jeff whistled as she said goodbye and jokingly told her to behave. ‘As if I’d do anything else!’ Janis joked back as she headed out and walked the half mile to the local pub where her sister had been the barmaid for 8 years. Gary was grateful for the shift being covered and quickly showed Janis how everything worked. As she was unfamiliar with the till he suggested he take payments and she serve. Janis was fine with this as, unlike her sister, she was less outgoing, more shy and not confident with new things at all. Twenty years as a stay at home wife and mother had limited her life experience but she was glad to have an opportunity to prove herself again. The bar quickly picked up and Janis quietly but diligently worked away. Gary watched her working from a distance pleased with her standard of work and happy to have someone who seemed sensible and capable even if somewhat quiet. As the building warmed up with more customers Gary poured a glass of lemonade and walked along the bar to Janis. ‘Here! It’s just lemonade but it’s warm tonight. I should have said help yourself to any of the draft drinks or water as much as you like. It does get very hot at times I’m afraid.’ Janis took the drink gratefully and within minutes the glass was empty. She added it to the empty glasses at the bar and took the tray of them through to the kitchen. As the bar was less busy she walked round the pub and collected in many other empty glasses and took those through to be washed too. Then, seeing a queue forming around Gary, she slipped back behind the bar silently and served more customers. As the evening went on Janis found time passing quickly. She took Gary at his word and after the lemonade she consumed a glass of iced water and then another glass of lemonade. By early evening she was wondering if she might get a break at all. She hadn’t thought to ask her sister about stuff like that and she certainly wasn’t going to interrupt Gary who was chatting away to a regular customer whilst still serving others. Janis decided she’d wait until the pub quietened down even though she could do with a bathroom visit. She kept busy serving more drinks, though she found herself moving far more often and crossing her legs now and again behind the bar as her kidneys pumped waste fluid through her body to her bladder continually. Her eyes danced in Gary’s direction numerous times in the hope he might notice and send her for a break. Sadly he was too engrossed in serving and laughing with the regulars to even seem to remember she was there. By now Janis was noticeably fidgety as a customer approached the bar asking for a pint of beer. Janis smiled and took his money heading over towards the till and Gary. ‘Pint of beer. That’s £3.90 isn’t it? Getting the hang of these prices now.’ Gary smiled and took the £5 note from Janis, rang up the till and handed her the customer’s change. The customer Gary had been talking too was eying up Janis in her snug jeans and top, a sparkle in his eye as he winked at Janis. ‘New barmaid Gaz? What’s her name? She’s fit, but awful antsy wouldn’t you say?’ Gary turned to look at Janis as she walked down the bar towards the man she had served. He hadn’t seen her antsy but her bum was definitely wiggling now he happened to look. He turned and laughed with the regular. ‘That’s Jean’s sister Stu! She’s alright isn’t she. Bit quiet and shy but picking up the knowledge quickly and pulls a decent pint too. She’s just here for the week mind you.’ ‘She’s cuter than her sister anyway but there’s something about her Gaz. She’s either flirting or awful nervous or perhaps....’ Gary didn’t answer as he turned and watched Janis serve another customer this time with her legs crossed as she drank more of her lemonade. Gary smiled back at his regular and leaned towards him in a whisper. ‘I suspect she needs the ladies mate. She’s not had a break yet and think that’s at least her second lemonade. I told her to help herself. You think I should maybe let her go?’ ‘Nah mate. Her wiggle is well cute. I say wait until she asks. I mean what if she gets all that embarrassed way like woman do? She might get all upset at you knowing. My ex was like that. Hated anyone asking if she was bursting for the toilet even when it was fucking obvious. I say let her ask. I mean you aren’t stopping her going or anything. She just needs to ask right?’ Gary laughed. ‘You’re right Stu. She’s got a tongue in her head right? And she is definitely nice to watch!’ Janis meanwhile was bursting and found herself crossing her legs and bouncing on her heels behind the bar. Her face reddened as Gary approached. ‘Janis you wouldn’t mind clearing some glasses would you? The bar’s a bit quieter but could you unload and reload the dishwasher in the kitchen and bring the clean glasses through? Thanks!’ Janis uncrossed her legs, grabbed two trays and walked out to the tables and guests to collect in the used glasses, the pounding between her legs increasing exponentially as she did. She didn’t want to but her body was struggling and the only way she could hold her bladder was to dance around the room as she collected glasses onto the trays. Thankfully they were empty or she would definitely have spilled a lot of fluids with her giggling and bouncing around. Gary watched as Stu fixed his eyes on Janis’s every move. ‘Aye, she’s definitely needing that break Gaz that’s for sure! Check those thighs moving and those legs! She can hardly stand still!’ ‘You reckon I should tell her to take a break?’ ‘You kidding mate? She’s an adult isn’t she? She can talk! Let her ask! Plus she’s better entertainment than what’s on that TV there that’s for sure! Bloody repeats again!’ ‘She’ll probably ask when she comes back from the kitchen with the glasses eh!’ ‘Be a shame if she does. But you’re probably right.’ Janis slipped into the kitchen glad to be alone finally. She placed the trays of glasses on the counter with the rest of the dirty ones and immediately grabbed herself between the legs with one hand as she hobbled over to the dishwasher and opened it up. ‘Oh God I really must go the the bathroom! I need to get Gary alone. This is crazy!’ Struggling to concentrate due to the intense need between her legs Janis couldn’t for a moment work out what to do. Should she unload the clean glasses and take them through to the bar then load the dirty ones or should she load some dirty ones in the spaces available then unload the clean ones? All she could think about was holding her pee in as she danced about frantically with one hand wedged between her legs. She decided to take the dirty ones off the tray and take some clean ones back to the bar first so she could ask Gary to be allowed to use the toilet. She just needed to be brave and ask. How hard could it be? She twisted her legs and jumped around like a little school girl, totally unable to stand still. Finally both trays were loaded and Janis tried to take them to the bar but due to being so desperate to pee she was unsteady and could only manage one tray at a time. She tensed every muscle she had and walked back with the first tray, placing them under the bar and looking around anxiously for Gary. She couldn’t see him so she danced back to the kitchen, having to grab herself twice before being able to head back with the second tray. This time she lingered at the bar, bright red and with her legs tightly crossed. She moaned to herself as she saw Gary and walked towards him. ‘Did you manage the dishwasher ok then? The tablets are on the shelf above it.’ Trying to think fast, but feeling her muscles about to give way against the torrent of urine pressing fiercely against them, Janis could only muster one silly thing. ‘I couldn’t reach them. Sorry.’ Gary felt guilty as he watched Janis struggle. He could tell she was troubled as she stood there sweating, red faced and almost in tears. Janis could feel her urethra shake. She knew what was about to happen but still she couldn’t get past her shyness to ask to be excused to use the ladies. Instead she’d made up some stupid line about not reaching the dishwasher tablets when in fact she hadn’t even loaded the dirty glasses yet! Gary headed to the kitchen and Janis followed. As soon as she passed the bar Janis could feel her bladder about to pop. She grabbed herself between the legs, mortified at the thought Gary might turn around and see her. She had no idea that Stu was watching from the bar knowing just how desperate Janis now was and curious as to what might happen next. In the kitchen Gary reached up to the shelf and took down two dishwasher tablets. He began loading some glasses in as Janis came in behind him. ‘Sorry I should have shown you how to do this. It’s just been non stop tonight. I do apologise. I don’t think either of us have even had a break yet. Could you pass me some glasses and I’ll load this quick. The tablets just go in here then you shut the door and press here.’ Janis stood watching trying with everything in her to not have an accident. Her jeans felt so uncomfortable, her top a little too revealing suddenly. She had Gary alone. She just had to ask. ‘Gary, I was wondering. Could I please use the...’ But it was too late. As Janis leaned over to pass Gary another few glasses they both heard a load whoosh as Janis’s body crushed beneath her, releasing hours of pee into her jeans right in front of Gary. There was no dribbles, no leaks...just a long powerful pee that didn’t stole for almost two minutes. The pair stood in silence as first the crotch, then the right leg then even some of the left became wetter and wetter as warm urine drenched Janis from the waist down. Drips could be heard falling from the leg of Janis’s jeans as a huge puddle began forming on the tiled floor. Mortified, embarrassed and scared Janis could feel tears forming in her eyes. Why hadn’t she been strong enough to just ask for a break? Why has she held past the point of no return? Not knowing how to react, and strangely highly turned on by what he had just witnessed, Gary took the glasses from Janis’s hand and loaded them in the dishwasher as if nothing had happened. He leaned past her and took some more glasses. ‘So sorry Gary. I shouldn’t have told Jean I could do this. I should have just asked for a break. I have been so bursting for over an hour now.’ ‘And I should have told you to take one.’ ‘I don’t have any spare clothes sorry Janis. If you want to go home I’ll pay you the full shift. You’ll still come back tomorrow won’t you?’ Despite the embarrassment of peeing herself Janis had had a great night. It was much better than watching Coronation Street and then having toast and tea with Jeff like every other night. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ she whispered through tears. ‘But I won’t be too shy to ask for a break then.’ ‘See you tomorrow then.’ Jeff was sound asleep when Janis got home, her coat thankfully covering the majority of her wet jeans as she walked home in the dark. She took them off, which was harder than she expected as they clung to her long legs, then she put them in the laundry basket smiling. Her first night of work in almost thirty years. What a shame she had been too shy to ask for a break when she needed. But actually there was something sexy, erotic even, about what had happened. She might try it again some time, but only if Jeff wasn’t home.
  17. Hello everyone, I want to bring to you another of my wetting fun times, but I regret that this will be my last for some time. The primary reason being that in the process of making this little film for you (or more precisely taking photos after the video), I dropped my camera which was damaged. I will talk a bit more about this later but let me tell you about my fun and naughty times before discussing the sad fate of my camera. So I’ve been making a fair number of films lately, I find my interest in wetting myself for pleasure comes and goes in waves, not entirely unconnected with my cycle. I’m still figuring out how it works and what makes it more acute. But anyhow this was about a week ago (early October) and I was feeling particularly naughty. It also happened to be laundry day which considerably encourages my naughty times. I can be a naughty girl but I’m also practical and a poor student. I’m not inclined to wash things in my sink unless I absolutely have to and well jeans take a while to dry. So as it was laundry day, and as I want to try to showcase different kinds of panties in my wettings (cause you never know what people like and it’s fun to try different stuff), I decided to put on a pair of my largest granny panties. Yes every girl owns a pair of these whether they are willing to admit it or not. I bought these a while back in a bout of feeling a little heavy and they have a control top of sorts. As you can see in later pictures (or can you), they are silky tan coloured and they usually come out underneath certain formal dresses I have. But today I decided to put them on under my favourite pair of jeans. So I put on my granny panties and jeans, along with my favourite purple striped socks (why is it that purple show wet the best?) Along with a black top I wear far too often. I find I’m becoming pretty lazy with clothes and choosing them as I get further along in my degree, I might just risk becoming one of these grad students who wanders around campus in nothing but PJs, though I’m not at that point yet. I also decided to do a different kind of shoot. As you know, I usually put the camera on the little ledge and I’ve taken most of my videos from behind but this time I wanted to show the front. Funny aside but ever notice how when you do a film from one side that the pee tends to run down the opposite? Anyhow so I wanted to shoot a POV shot looking down as I had an accident. This meant that I could leave it a little later than normal, as setting the camera up just right is always very challenging. This would be easier in a way but the challenge would be holding the camera steady when I was filming. I try not to jump about too much but you never know what will work when you really gotta pee. So this was about 3 in the afternoon, I had done quite a lot of work during the day and decided to reward myself with a little fun. I changed into my fun clothes and started drinking. Now I had visited the loo earlier in the afternoon, probably around 1:30-2:00 (I can lose track of time if I’m really getting into things), but when I started I didn’t feel like I had to go, but I was definitely not empty. The one thing I like about control top panties, and the pair I had on, was that they come up way over the waist line of your jeans, so if you wiggle about, you can feel the jeans rubbing on the satiny fabric of the panties. Say what you will about how they look but they can feel amazing. This was what I changed into: So I had tea, this always seems to go right through me, I know is the caffeine and well I’m not really much of a coffee person (old habit). So I made a pot of Earl Gray and settled in with a good non-fiction I’ve been trying to work on. Now I’m a fast reader, it comes with spending large portions of my day reading, so by the time I had finished the pot (which came out to about 4 medium sized glasses, each with sugar and soy milk, of course), I had been about an hour and a half and I had finished off a good 100 pages. I’m reading a book about American political culture, (Deer Hunting with Jesus) to help understand American voters (or lack thereof) a little better. All you American members should go out and vote (or burn your passports I don’t care which). Ok so by this time I had to go very bad. My reading speed had dropped and well those of you who follow some of my posts know I’m not one for making really long big holds, I simply can’t do it. So I decided at this stage, and I was probably about an 8 or so, that I would head down and get ready for my video. I purposefully didn’t prepare my video/shower kit before sitting down to read so I had to bounce around the room getting everything together, I always forget something if I leave packing until the last minute, and this time it was a change of panties. So this took a good 15 minutes, and by this point I was jiggling about. This is the best way for me to hold when I have to move about, and well you can see me doing some of it in the first 30 seconds of the video. Anyhow I got down to the showers and someone was in my special shower/bath room and so I had to wait. As some of you know this is the sort of private room with a bath/shower and sink. Whereas all the other stalls are simply little narrow, well stalls which make it very hard to shoot in them. I needed to film in my little room but it was occupied. So now, still around an 8 on the old scale I put down my bag and hopped about the shower room. Why is it always full of almost empty shampoo bottles? Who uses bottles anymore and why are they such slobs? Well I could hear the water running in the small room and knew the person was still showering. How long would it take for them to finish, dry off, change and possibly fix hair, do makeup etc.? I continued to hobble about and started criss-crossing my legs, you can also see this in the first 30 seconds of the video, as I tried to hold on just a little bit longer for you guys! ;) So now I was really desperate, about 15 minutes had passed (who can count when you are bursting to pee), and the shower was finally off (I mean who takes such long showers…) and I had already had a few tiny leaks. They sort of dribbled out today, no uncontrolled spurts drenching the gusset of my panties, just a slow dribble, meaning I was very close to a 10 and having an accident. I was still in 9 territory, which for me is as good as a 10, and I started thinking about either going in one of the stalls or calling it off. I was not entirely committed to the video and the hold, there is a washroom just around the corner and I could easily have nipped in there, and gone up to my room with dignity intact, damp panties, but no video. I could also have nipped into one of the stalls but they are very narrow and have terrible light so the whole thing could be a waste. Well I was thinking through my options and had decided to stand absolutely still with my legs crossed tightly and my foot jiggling while I gave the person another 2 minutes. I was lucky, I hard movement inside the room and it was clear the person was on their way out. I quickly uncrossed my legs for an instant and shot a hand between my legs to see if the little dribbles had made their way through my panties and made a patch on my jeans. They had not. I kept my hand there with my shower/video bag covering it when the bathroom (yes its actually a room for taking baths so this is accurate) door opened and the person came out. Yes this is a co-ed shower, this is why there are stalls with benched and the bath room, so people can get some privacy but the middle room onto which all of the shower stalls lead, is co-ed. Out of the bathroom came Joe (not his real name), who is doing an MPhil on law. We’ve chatted at bit during formal halls and in the bar and he’s a nice Asian-America. He said hi and I nodded and sorta smiled/grimaced, not trusting my voice at this point and not wanting to get into a conversation of any length. As soon as he was clear of the shower room I hurried in, threw down my shower bag and pulled out the camera. I really had to go but needed to take a few before shots, so I put the camera on the ledge and did one self timer shot of me in my jeans (see above), this was after the mandatory forgetting to put the self-timer on shot and getting one of my hand. Then I grabbed the camera and jumped into the shower. I was breathing very heavily at this point under the strain of holding it in, and also my heart was beating as a thousand scenarios flashed across my mind involving what would have happened if Joe had not come out just about when he did. And I shot this video: JEans Oct GRanny Pantes.wmv As I said, I wanted to catch a little desperation, and this time it was very real. For the first 30 seconds you can see me bouncing about and crossing and uncrossing my legs. I didn’t want to bounce about too much, and I wanted to, but I knew it would be bad for the video. At 28 seconds I lost a spurt, not a dribble this time but a good sized spurt. And you can see me gluing my thighs together. Then I tried to hold on a little longer. I think if I had been in public (or still outside of the bathroom) I would have held on for a little longer, but it was starting to hurt, and I was worried about doing damage. At 33 seconds I released a little more, a conscious spurt which never really stopped (I couldn’t get it under control), and I could feel the warmth spreading down the back of my thighs. Again funny how the pee spot always spreads away from the camera! I was not in control but I was not totally peeing either. At this stage a small drizzle was coming out and slowly dripping down the back of my legs, it felt very erotic and I must say something about the slow spreading of warm liquid down my legs is so hot. I think if I can ever make another video that I will do one where I’m no desperate, but slowly let out a small bit by bit, slowly wetting myself, so I can feel the warm wetness blooming across my lower-half. I will certainly do this on my own soon. Drenching is fun because of the feelings of losing control but there is certainly something to be said about slowly wetting. At 35 seconds I tried to fix this by moving my thighs a little, squeezing my labia differently. This stopped the drizzle somewhat and for a few more seconds I was no longer peeing. I was certainly not dry, the gusset of my granny panties was soaked, as was the seat of my pants. The wet patch, in all its warm wet delight, had slowly migrated to almost above the back of my knees. At 43 Seconds I shifted myself a little more and I could feel my labia spread and open (as well as being fabulously wet), and I released. At 44 seconds I was no longer trying to hold anything back but I simply soaked my pants. This was a perfect sensual wetting for me, because I could feel the warmth of the pee slowly spreading across my inner thighs, and running exquisitely down my legs. Like a warm sun-kissed flower blooming. At 52 seconds it reached my feet, and I know how much some of you love feet, well I’m very happy with the result, as you can see, the pee slowly spreads across my feet in a beautiful pattern. At 1:26 I spread my legs, and lift my foot to show all you foot lovers what happens to feet when naughty little girls pee their panties. Now I then switched the camera on to photo mode and took a picture of my foot as well: Then I went about setting the camera up on the ledge to take a few after pictures of me in my wet pants. I set up the timer this time and stepped back into the bath, when the camera teetered and fell. Now it only fell about a meter and a half, but that apparently was enough. I set I back up again and took the shot and when I check it, it turned out like this: It was all grainy and the digital screen wasn’t working. So I thought I’d try it with the flash, and so I took these: Now I’m not one for technology but I do know to try turning it off and on again, so I did and tried again: No luck, my camera is broken. It’s pretty old so this could have happened any time, but well yeah, it’s totally screwed. These are quite literally the best pictures it can take. Well I was pretty depressed at this point, I didn’t really budget for a new camera any time in the next few years (you don’t even want to imagine what international student fees are at Cambridge…). So well yeah. I took a few more just to finish what I started, so here are the much praised granny panties and the result of my ‘accident’ . But well yeah, so I finished the shoot but my camera has only gotten worse, the lens cover does not close all the time and the pictures and videos are getting grainier and grainer. So this will be my last post for a while until I can work out some way to get a camera. I was chatting with a few member about this over the week and well I’m considering my options, I might put a call out to all members for help with getting an old digital camera, perhaps a wet panties for camera swap? Anyhow hope you all enjoy. Hugs Rachel
  18. 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!
  19. Hi, This is my first post on omorashi.org. Hope you enjoy! This is the true story of my discovery of omorashi, which takes place during the summer holiday of 1982. Over the previous year, I'd been subjected to an incredible amount of trauma in separate incidents involving both sexual abuse and the death of my group of friends (one of whom I fancied) in a train crash; this left me with multiple "hang-ups" which contribute to the events I'm about to describe. To the best of my recollection, this is completely factual with the exception of names, although I'm sure that the last 30 years has taken it's toll on my memory - nevertheless, because of the import of this event in the narrative of my life, I've done my utmost to preserve a "pure" recollection in my memory over the years including all of the detail that's remained frozen in my memory. A lot of it sounds like fantasy, but these events were seared into my brain and have been frequently revisited [multiple times a night during my teens ;)] in great detail. In 1982, the British army still maintained a presence in West Germany because of the cold war. At that time, I was a slim, shy, nerdy 13-year-old of slightly below-average height with mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a pale complexion topped off by the chunky laughing-stock glasses that were then prescribed for free. My parents used to send me away for a while during the summer holidays, and this year the recipient was my older brother Daniel, a soldier. He was stationed in a town called Celle, close to the East German border, where he lived in an army barracks together with his wife, Katie, and their 6-month-old son Stefan. I was packed off on a routine Army coach which went from Elephant & Castle in London to Celle via a long ferry crossing with DFDS and a similarly long drive through Europe (during which I had a "near miss", but was saved by another passenger pointing out my obvious need to the driver). On the day after arriving in Celle, Katie took me with her on a shopping trip into town. It was a hot summer's day, and I was wearing a short-sleeved collared shirt, white jockey Y-fronts, a pair of pleated tan shorts with a button and zip, white socks and a pair of Hi-Tech "Silver Shadow" trainers. I hated the brand-new shorts which were very uncomfortable to wear because they were extremely stiff with starch or something, but I'd been given strict instructions by my mother that I was to wear that particular outfit on the first day; I suppose that she wanted me to present a good first impression. After leaving the tower block where Daniel and Katie lived on the 3rd floor, we walked down the road and past a small park before arriving at a T-junction with a bakery on the corner, where Katie said I could go and buy bread on the way home to practice my German. The rest of the walk to the army base was unmemorable, and I don't remember anything more until we went into the NAAFI (armed forces shop) by which point I was starting to become vaguely aware of a need to have a widdle. The shop was part of a small complex with a post office and newsagent, and Katie wanted me to wait outside the NAAFI whilst she went round. I didn't mind, and stood and waited patiently for Katie to do the shopping. After a while, I saw that the toilets were down a dark corridor just opposite me, but as I was embarrassed about wee'ing in public, afraid of the dark corridor, and didn't really need to go very badly (not holding myself, just fidgetting) I didn't go and use them. Instead, I just jiggled around for a while and squeezed my knees together before adding in spot-pacing and leg-crossing. After about twenty minutes of increasing urgency, a strong wave of need made me put my right hand into my pocket and start holding myself through the pocket. At this point, I reluctantly accepted that I really was going to have to use the public toilet. Just as I acknowledged this, Katie re-appeared with the shopping and told me to come along. Rather than add to my discomfort by admitting that I had been needing to go but hadn't taken the opportunity, I just tagged along as requested. I was quite uncomfortable by now, but confident in my ability to handle it - after all, 13-year-olds don't wet themselves - and so I simply ignored the signals from my body. To help, I decided that it was OK to hold myself discretely as long as I only used one hand from inside my pocket ("acceptability threshold"). We walked out of the army base and into the town centre, me with my right hand buried in my pocket and squeezing myself, without any other incident. Katie wanted me to see the hour chime on the town clock (which apparently has something famous about it), so we headed into the town square. My heart sank as I saw that it was about ten-to-the-hour, and so I'd have to be standing there for another ten minutes with a moderately-serious need to pee. Holding myself through my pocket wasn't sufficient any more, and so I upgraded "acceptability" to include holding myself "obviously" with one hand clamped outside my shorts whenever Katie wasn't looking. To make matters worse, I was also developing a stiffy from all of the squeezing. Eventually, the clock had done it's thing and so we set back off towards home by walking through a shopping centre. As we passed through the food hall, we went right past the toilets but the presence of my stiffy made me choose to wait. Within a few minutes, I was regretting this decision as the the pain in my bladder increased and walking became progressively harder. However, I was still confident that if I just bore the pain then I'd be fine, so I did nothing to correct the mistake before we left the shopping centre. By the time we'd reached a Chinese restaurant I had my right hand wrapped as tightly as I could around my very erect penis, and had decided that the acceptability threshold now included using both hands "in extremis" if nobody could see (I didn't care about people seeing me holding with one hand any more). Katie was showing me how long the menu was, and that it was really just repetitions of the same dishes with different meats, whilst I was desperately pee-dancing away and clutching myself whenever I thought Katie wasn't looking. In hindsight, I'm pretty sure that she and Daniel were into omorashi and that she was probably enjoying watching me look like a cartoon of the-kid-who-needs-to-pee. For my part, I was now becoming seriously worried that I wasn't going to be able to hold it and really might be at risk of pee'ing myself. The walk back to the flat continued with my agony increasing until we were across the road from the bakery at the corner by the tower block. I had turned away from Katie to clench myself with both hands, and was still fighting the surge when she called me. As I turned to face her, I let go of myself and put my hands by my side whilst simultaneously feeling with horror a strange warm, wet sensation in my groin. There was no feeling of pee'ing, just a warm wetness, and I first I thought I was orgasming before I realised that I was dribbling wee into my underwear. Although I didn't dare to hold myself again in case my shorts got wet, I was alarmed but not panicking; after all, I was 13, and could easily regain control if I bore the pain. To help, I quickly squatted down hoping that the movement would help; unfortunately, it had the opposite effect and I felt a sudden urge to take a dump. Mortified at the prospect of poo'ing myself, I concentrated with all my might on keeping my bottom closed. Mercifully, this was successful but at the expense of bladder control. I felt the slight dribble of wee turn into a distinct trickle that was leaving my erect penis and hitting the bottom of my belly before soaking into my underwear. Squatting on the pavement and wetting my pants, I figured that it was "game over" and was on the verge of letting go when Katie asked what I was doing. I stole a glance down at my shorts, and to my amazement saw that they were still completely dry, with no sign at all of the pee that was flowing into my Y-fronts. As I answered that I was "taking a photo", I made another effort to regain bladder control and was rewarded by the flow stopping; encouraged, I got out my camera and took a "pushchair height" photo to justify myself. Having taken the photo, I stood up again to feel a small waterfall of pee that had pooled in the back of my shorts exit via the right leg and combine with another spurt that involuntarily came out. The pee made a 2-3 inch diameter puddle on the ground as I frantically struggled to regain control whilst Katie was distantly reminding me that I was going to go and buy bread, and that I needed to get it sliced. Upgrading the acceptability limit to include wetting myself as long as nobody could see, I pee'd into my shorts as I ran across the road into the bakery where I desperately hoped that there'd be a toilet. That wasn't the case, and instead I was greeted by a very long queue which I joined. Standing stock still at the back and trembling, I found that I was able to maintain bladder control again except for when the queue moved, at which point a little jet of pee would escape whenever I parted my legs to take a step forward. This happened with every single step (about ten of them), but wasn't visible to the shop staff because of the high counters or the customers because of the big queue. Eventually, I reached the front of the queue and had to order the bread. Repeating the German word for onion bread ("zweibelbrot") had the desired effect, but the woman behind the counter couldn't understand my attempts to say "sliced". I tried to mime slicing bread, and found that the movement was too much for my poor bladder to cope with as I started to wet continuously. With a huge effort, I managed to ignore the ongoing wetting and finish the transaction before running out onto the pavement and deliberately peeing hard into my shorts for what felt like an eternity but was probably a few seconds, and then trying again to re-establish control. This was successful enough for me to be able to assess the situation, which was as follows: By some miracle, my shorts were still dry and I wasn't widdling myself any more, though my underwear was completely sodden, there were three pee streams running down the inside of my right thigh with one of them reaching my knee, Katie was a few hundred yards up the road towards the tower block, and I knew that I was seconds away from complete loss of control. I ran around behind the bakery hoping there might be a public toilet there, then back to the front where I paused and briefly wet myself again for a couple of seconds. Desperately looking for anything to help, I was almost at the point of letting go for the second time when I saw a litter bin next to a bench and in front of a wall which would hide my lower half from Katie. I raced to the bin, stood on tip-toe on my left foot, and put my right knee into the bin before starting to wee myself in as controlled a way as I could. Under the circumstances, this worked remarkably well and I was able to piddle down my leg for about 10 seconds with the streams joining into a little river that ran off my knee and into the bin without wetting my shorts. Unfortunately, although Katie couldn't see what I was doing, she could tell that I was just standing there and so she started calling for me to hurry up and stop dawdling. Quenching the flow again, I caught up with Katie and Stefan. Piddling into the bin meant that I was significantly less desperate than before, and I was mostly able to keep control with just a few spurts escaping on occasion when particularly strong urges came; my underwear was obviously saturated, and so I opted to pee myself whenever the urges came instead of trying to hold it and getting my shorts wet. We reached the park, where Katie pointed out some boys playing football and told me that I could go and join them (oddly enough, I wanted nothing less). As we stood side-by-side at the fence, I took advantage of the situation by slowly wee'ing a bit more into my pants. This was less successful than the episode by the bin, as the streams of pee on my right thigh converged into a river which flowed into my shoe and some more streams of pee started to emerge down my left leg. On the plus side though, rather incredibly, my shorts were still completely dry, and I was even starting to hope that they might not show the wetness if I piddled myself slowly enough. Leaving the park, we finally got to the tower block where we needed to put the frozen food in the basement before returning to the flat. On entering the basement, Katie took the shopping to the freezer and I tried to find a corner where I could wet myself discretely. However, Katie wanted my help and so I dutifully loaded the freezer with her whilst desperately (but successfully) struggling to retain control. Eventually, the food was put away and we took the lift to the third floor because of Stefan's pushchair. As the lift jolted upwards, another surge of pee came out. I made a feeble last-ditch attempt to stop it, which barely caused a very brief slowdown, and then finally let go completely and utterly. My dick felt like a geyser with piss exploding from it, and another look at my shorts confirmed the feeling as they succumbed to the torrent by changing colour to display a map of the underlying volcanism. The piss was pouring down my legs and into my shoes, and also raining from the front of my now-soaked shorts legs to splatter on the lift floor. I was standing behind Katie and the pushchair, so the devastation wasn't immediately visible to her and the lift noises masked the hissing, splattering and dripping sounds whilst I stood stock-still and pissed myself without any attempt to stop. It was a short lift ride, and I was still wetting myself when the doors opened. I hung back whilst Katie opened the flat door, then sprinted (still peeing) into the bathroom, locking the door and flinging open the toilet. At that point, I had another problem which was that I couldn't stop weeing for long enough to get my shorts down, so I continued to wet myself as I stood in front of the toilet. When I was finally able to stop, I pulled my shorts and underwear down then went to finish in the toilet, but I found that there was nothing left anyway. Having finally relieved myself, a quick assessment showed that I had the classic "he's wet himself" pattern on my shorts, all my clothes were soaked in piss, there were sheets of piss covering my legs, and that Katie wanted to get into the bathroom. Without taking them off, I squeezed out my now-dark-yellow underpants into the toilet before pulling up my wet shorts, wiping my legs down, and scurrying to the living room where I sat down and tried to hide the very large wet patch in my shorts by untucking my shirt, pulling as much of the wet shorts fabric as I could between my legs, and holding my hands in my lap. I only left the sofa once for the rest of the day, which was when I had to pee; I thought about just wetting myself again to avoid having to stand up, but realised that the wet patch on the sofa would be a really big problem. Sometime during the afternoon, Katie commented on the smell of wee, but then told the baby that he made the flat smell of dirty nappies. Eventually, the day was over and I was able to retreat to my bedroom. I immediately masturbated like crazy through my wet shorts and underpants before putting my pyjamas on (no, I didn't wash) and trying to work out what to do with my wet clothing. My mother had given me a bottle of orange squash for the journey, and so I loosened the top slightly before putting my pee-soaked things into the plastic bag the squash was in. In the morning, after another masturbation session, I went to examine the plastic bag to try to decide what to do next. However, it was gone, and in it's place were my clothes, washed and dried. At breakfast, Katie said that my orange squash had leaked and so she'd washed my clothes, but a few things over the years now make me think that she was probably enjoying the whole show if not trying to orchestrate it.
  20. So I recently posted a couple stories about times I almost—or kinda did—piss myself as a teen. For those interesting, here is the camp experience, and here is the band experience. Now, unfortunately, I don't have too many more stories that involve that same sort of clutch, last minute making it, at least none that I can remember. However, I do have a few other unique events that have happened in my life, and this is one of my fondest. This one happened around the same time as the other two, though maybe a year or so earlier. This was probably my first experience with peeing in my clothes with the exception of a few 'experimental' things when I was younger and minor leaks right after pissing, and likely my first time in years actually losing control of my bladder. A truly humbling experience lol. Back in the day I used to live in a trailer park. Picture Beverly Hills, but marginally shittier. I was still too young to know how shitty, though, so it really wasn't all that bad. Also living in that park was a little girl several years younger than me—maybe 8 or so? In any case, she was young enough to annoy me, but not so young that I could always get out of hanging out with her. I wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't tormented me the way she did lol. The worst thing by far, though, was her always trying to peep on me, specifically when I went to the bathroom. Like I said, I lived in a trailer park, and it wasn't fancy there. The doors were all very thin and cheap and sometimes the knobs broke off, and not everybody there could afford to fix them (or they fixed them themselves to... varying levels of success lol). I didn't know how to get her to stop, and none of the adults would help me, so pitifully enough I would actually hold my piss sometimes because I didn't want to be hanging out with her when I peed. One day I did this until I had to go quite bad. Piss wasn't dribbling down my legs or anything, but I was worried that if I got jostled or pushed the wrong way some could maybe come out—or a lot could maybe come out. The last thing I wanted in the world was a repeat of my very embarrassing accident at five, and I really didn't want to pee my pants in front of a girl several years younger than me. So I excused myself, told her not to follow me, and rushed off to the toilet. I went into the bathroom, positioned the towel that was used to block the open door-knob hole (I did say varying degrees of success), and hurried to the toilet. I pulled my thing out and aimed, but didn't piss yet. It felt like it was about to burst out, but I could hear her. Like I said, it was a trailer, I heard her steps when she approached the bathroom door. Sure enough I saw the towel beginning to move. I put my thing away and did a quick dance before she managed to get it to fall, revealing myself to her. I told her to go away and repositioned the towel again. I waited for a few moments. I asked her if she was still there. There was no response, but again, trailer, I never heard her walk away. I eventually got fed up with barely keeping my pee in while prancing around like an excited fawn and decided this was getting absurd. What was I? A five year old? She seemed to be unwilling to move without at least getting to hear me, and while that made me very uncomfortable, it was better than going to a different trailer to find my mom and tell her in front of her friends (most of which were males) that I couldn't handle this 8 year girl and that I really had to piss and that if she didn't do something fast I was gonna piss my pants. There wasn't time for all of that anyway. I was like, 11, had a full bladder, and was standing in front of a toilet. Walking back out of the bathroom was not an option. I had to go. So figured 'fine, let her hear me.' I rushed back toward the toilet, pulled my thing out, and within two seconds I was pissing hard and fast and nearly moaning with relief, but only a few seconds into it, I heard something by the door. The towel was moving again. I gasped and looked down at my exposed member. I looked at the towel, back at my member, and then back at the towel again, which in just a few, short, very relieving seconds, had been nearly jostled free. So I did the only thing I could do. I quickly stopped my stream and put my thing back in my pants. I'd never done that before, so in my mind the stream would just stop, no problem. Well it wasn't that simple. I was overwhelmed with a painful sensation I'd never felt before, with this sudden, immediate, overwhelming pressure. I'd made a mistake, and if I didn't quickly correct that mistake, it was going to fix itself right on the tile floor. I pulled my thing back out and immediately started to spray a high-powered jet of piss into the bowl. And then the towel, the only thing protecting me from the eyes of an 8 year old girl, dropped to the floor. In my panic, I stopped my stream a second time. I had to. Was I supposed to let her see my dick? Absolutely not. But this time the pain was even worse. I pulled my pants up over my penis to hide it from view, which worked great, she couldn't see a thing— but what didn't work great was the stream stopping part. Somehow, I did manage to make it stop, but within a couple seconds the pressure was just too great. It was an unfathomable thought for me at the time, it was not only the most impossible scenario, but one of my most dreaded. But, all that aside, it was unavoidable. It was happening. I was wetting my pants. I looked down in shock. I grabbed myself through my pants and tried to pinch my member closed, but the piss wasn't just dribbling out. I'd exploded. It was shooting out with force, and no matter of pinching could stop that for longer than an instant. I don't know what the material was, but my favorite pants back in those days were very comfy, but also very... crinkly? They sounded a bit like a soft aluminum foil being crushed into a ball. Kinda like a diaper, actually! Though, I quickly found out they didn't absorb like a diaper lol.... In retrospect, I'm not really sure why I had no underwear on, but I had to have been going commando, because the piss shot against the pants, soaking the front thigh area of one side in an instant. The wet fabric and overflowing piss twinkled in the light, hitting the pants so hard I could hear it. I actually heard piss hiss against the material of my pants. So I panicked again. My penis wasn't responding to me at all; the piss wasn't going to stop flowing at any point before pure catastrophe. I knew in an instant that it was either in my pants or in the toilet and let myself be seen. My brain chose the later. I pulled my cock out and flung the bursting trail of piss into the toilet. I looked over at her and found she'd already ran away, and I thanked God for it. To this day I'm not sure if I'd have gotten too embarrassed if she'd continued to watch and had tried to put my thing away, only to lose control a third time and flood the floor. But she was gone now, and I could pee in peace—in relative peace. But of course, the damage was already done. The door-knob hole was open, so I was constantly looking back at it to make sure she wasn't peeking again. There was no way I could stop my stream again after all that to plug it back up, even with my bladder half emptied now. If I even tried to stop it I'd probably just slow the stream down for a moment, only for it to burst out even worse a moment later. I was locked in. I wasn't sure how much she knew. She probably suspected something, but she was 8. She'd seen me look down, seen me grab myself, had probably waited around long enough to see me whip out my already pissing cock, but... well, she might not have realized. At least not known the full extent of my... accident. And while I did deny it as a kid, looking back I think it is fair to call that an accident, at least of sorts. In any case, she never brought it up, and I refused to hangout with her for some time after that, much to her dismay. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about my wet pants, and changing would have brought up questions, so I just kinda... kept them on lol. I could feel a big wet spot on the side of my leg whenever I took a step, like, a big one, probably the size of a couple softballs, but the pants were black. They only looked wet in direct light, and once they dried a bit, they didn't really shimmer much anymore. I went back to playing and did whatever I could to get them to dry—which was really just buy time. But yeah, that's all I remember! Hope you all enjoyed it more than I did....
  21. My most memorable accident occurred on stage at Carnegie hall. Yep. I wet myself on stage in the greatest music hall in the world. When I was in middle school, my orchestra won gold in a competition and were invited to play at a festival in Carnegie hall the next year. We flew to New York a 3 days before the performance. We did a lot of sightseeing in the first 2 days, while the 3rd was spent in the practice room. Then came the day of the concert. Things were pretty hectic backstage so I couldn't get to a bathroom before the performance. We were scheduled to play 4 songs. I struggled through the first 2 songs, but managed to hold it in. Then during the 3rd song, I started leaking. As soon as the song ended I grabbed my crotch hard. By then the spurts were getting long. I had managed to stop the leaks, but I knew that as soon as the conductor raised his arms, I would lose control. Well that's exactly what happened. As I raised my violin and bow with both arms, I lost all control and flooded my pants. We were wearing black tuxedos so it wasn't super obvious, but there was a sizable puddle on on the chair. At the time I had no idea if any of my friends, family, or anyone in the audience knew what I had done. When I was a junior in high school, I started going out with this girl I was friends with back in orchestra. We were hanging out at my house and reminiscing about the Carnegie trip one day. I said I had to use the bathroom and she started playfully teasing me about my accident, admitting that she saw everything while it happened. All her friends knew about it too and talked about it for months. She also admitted that she was on the verge of wetting herself too, but was able to cross her legs under her long dress.
  22. Okay, so here is the second occasion in my life where I've 'nearly' pissed myself. Whether or not this is a formal accident is up to you, but my lord was it close to being a far bigger deal.... I have at least one more story that involves me wetting my pants a bit on accident, though it's a little different. I'll share it a bit later if there is interest in it. If you want to read the first account I posted, there is a link to it a couple paragraphs down. This is the second story of when I almost pissed myself as a kid. It happened a few years after the first one. I was in either the 6th or 7th grade, so I imagine I was 12-14 at the time. It all happened in band class, during one of our after school performances. I had a close friend in band at the time, so I caught a ride with him. I remember being mildly uncomfortable that day, since we had to wear 'dress clothes,' something I was entirely unused to. Black trousers, a white, hot, long-sleeved dress shirt, a tie, and even this strange device called a 'cummerbund.' Why that was required of a middle school band class I'll never know. I'm pretty careful with my bladder, and I was a 100 times more careful in those days. I was sure to piss before I left, and I didn't drink anything that would cause me problems. Of course, I was a 13 year old boy, and it's not hard to make a kid forget about the gritty details, especially when his class is right across from the bathroom. When I arrived at the band room for our last rehearsals, there were snacks—and among those snacks the culprit of my last near accident: soda. Now, I'd learned from my previous soaked pair of briefs that soda was a drink of moderation, so I only had one.... At first. I was talking, we were doing rehearsals, and we were all there pretty early. So, I had another. Not a problem, though, the bathroom was right across the hall. By the time we were all making sure our ties and cummerbunds were on, I had to pee. I went into the bathroom with a ton of other boys and adjusted my clothes. The only problem was I wasn't the only boy there drinking soda. Every time a urinal opened up, it was taken by somebody. Had there been a line, I'd have joined it, but there wasn't a line. You had to assert yourself there when it opened. I was a bit shy, especially about bathroom related things, and I didn't have to go super bad at the time. It didn't help that far too many of us hadn't come dressed, so all the stalls were taken up with kids changing, and the band director was outside telling us to hurry so we had more time to practice our songs. So I returned to the band room and sat down. I sat there for quite awhile waiting for all the kids. Wave after wave of boys returned in their full outfits, while my urge was getting worse. Had I just waited in the bathroom, I'd have been able to go. I could have asked the band director, but surely I'd have a chance to go before we got on stage—and plus, he was... a little intimidating lol. Soooo, I held it. I played baritone and did my best like a good boy, though going through our set of three songs took some time—time that we did not have considering how close our stage time was. We were rushing through the last song, replaying hard parts instead of doing the entire thing at this point. Meanwhile, soda was rushing through my body. Not only could I feel my bladder now, but my piss was just... hard to hold. I'd deliberately avoided water to keep from needing to piss, and because of that, I had nothing but caffeine and soda in my body. It was a disproportionately bad urge. But no big deal, right? I'd have time to nip into the bathroom before getting on stage. When it came time to finally go, I remember being super frustrated with the band teacher. He was getting all anxious and pressing our rehearsal to the last possible moment. We were already a few minutes late by the time we were leaving the classroom with our instruments and chairs and music stands in tow. The stage was right across from us, literally a twenty second walk, but the bathroom was right there, in the hallway between the cafeteria and the band room, a 5 second detour.... But there was no time. I had to bring my own chair and music stand and promptly sit down. This is where things got difficult. My bladder was kinda full, but the real problem was the soda. I was having a really hard time keeping it in. It kinda felt like a bladder infection, but instead of pain, there was a constant nagging feeling in the tip of my penis. I kept telling myself I'd felt it many times before and it would be fine, that I wouldn't have an accident on stage—one of my absolute greatest fears—but this felt worse than usual. After all, I'd had two sodas after avoiding water.... Now let me spoil it for you right now: I didn't piss my pants on stage. If I had, this would be a far more embarrassing story to relate. But what did happen both surprised and terrified me. Sometime around the second song, I leaked. I actually, legitimately peed for a second. It was only a few drops, but it was a few drops. It happened on stage in front of like 100 people. And worse yet, I was trapped there, not sure if more was going to come out. Considering the circumstances, I think I managed to hold things together fairly well for the end of that song, and for the third song, which was by far the longest. When the third song ended and we were told to grab our stuff and bring it back to the band room, I whipped around to look at my seat. Much to my horror, it was wet. Then I patted my butt, which seemed.... dry. I took a moment to thank God it was just sweat. I grabbed my stuff and followed everyone else to the band room. Now that I was standing and walking, the urge was far easier to manage, but I still glanced at the bathroom with some longing as we passed it. Back in the band room, things took awhile to situate, but I can't imagine anything notable happened, since I don't remember this brief time well at all. There is a possibility I drank more soda with the thought in mind I was in the clear and had not peed my pants, but looking back at the event, I doubt it. However, what I did do was drink a ton of water. I'd wanted very badly to use the toilet, but some idiot had locked the bathroom door. I could have gotten the band director to use his key to unlock it, but my friend's mom was waiting on us... and really, the problem wasn't a full bladder. It was full. I mean, it was very full, but I lived like five minutes away from the school. I could hold it. The problem was my dehydration. So I drank more at every water fountain on the way, forcing myself not to pee dance whenever we stopped. I don't remember exactly why, but leaving took some time. I believe my friend's parents were chatting it up with the band director and what not, and I think my friend's sister might have been there talking to her old teachers. In any case, it took a bit of time, just long enough for that water from before to start making it's way through me. By the time we reached the car, it took just about everything I had not to show how badly I had to piss. I mean, I was 13, I wasn't going to piss myself or anything, but I did really, really, really, have to go. Whenever I felt like nobody was looking, a squirmed a bit. Not quite a pee dance—I refused to do something that embarrassing—but it was definitely getting difficult to stay still. My pee wanted to come out, and soon. When I finally sat down in the back of my friend's mom's minivan, my bladder was about to pop. The shock of the new position made me jolt. I sat there for the whole, thankfully short, drive with my legs close together, trying not to move too suddenly and trying to keep my very tentative control intact. We had a series of yuge speed bumps outside the school, and I remember tensing up with each one. I thanked God when we hit the last one. Piss felt like it was in my genitals, like it was right at the edge, ready to just start spraying everywhere. Had there been another speed bump, there's a strong chance I'd have pissed—my boxers felt a tiny bit damp after the final one, but I hadn't felt anything come out. Not a good sign. I honed in on the sensation of wet fabric on the way back. I squirmed a little, which mostly consisted as shaking my leg very lightly for a second, since I was too scared to do anything else. The whole ride I was praying that his mom would hurry. I was barely holding on, and it wouldn't have done any good to have told them. I mean, it might have, actually, but in my 13 year old, shy brain, I didn't want anyone to know I had to piss. I didn't want them thinking about it. We arrived at my house soon. I casually got out of the van and said bye, and walked to the door. My stomach started to tighten, just like it had at camp. His mom stayed in the driveway until I got the door open, and made it safely inside, so I still could not dance, and the stakes were higher than ever not to start pissing, since I had a pair of headlights shining directly on me. Even from the side in black pants it would be hard to hide a sudden waterfall of liquid running down my legs and possibly cascading forward or backward. I opened the door and walked inside. Normally I”d have gone to talk to my mom but there was absolutely no time left. I had to piss so bad it was all I could think about, and to make matters worse, my stomach muscles were tightening even more. I dropped my baritone on the floor and powerwalked toward the bathroom. Any normal kid would have ran, but I was too shy for anyone to see me doing that. I remember praying no one was in the bathroom, and even wondering for a split second what I would do if someone was. When I asked my brain, there was a blank spot as an answer. 'I would just go pee outside' appeared in my mind for a moment, even though I knew deep down there wouldn't be time for all that. There was only one possibility if that door was closed. I would stop in front of it and start squirting piss into my boxers, and I'd likely lose control within seconds. So I walked faster, my bladder muscles getting tighter and tighter, my lower body starting to push against my weakening muscles. I was thinking this was impossible, that is couldn't be happening. I was still in pants, not even in the bathroom yet, and I could barely hold it. I was seriously about to start pissing all over my pants and the floor just like when I was 5. My actual best case scenario was just making it. Thankfully (or sadly considering this forum lol), the bathroom was free. I rushed in, ignoring mom who immediately asked me how it went from her room directly across. I closed the door, embarrassingly slamming it a bit in my rush. It was the camp experience all over again. My stomach was getting tighter, piss was dribbling into my underwear as I struggled to undo my belt. Thank God the cummerbund has been removed and forgotten at school. I didn't even have time to lift up the toilet seat. The moment I got my belt undone, my bladder released. It took only a heartbeat for my piss to accelerate into a full speed stream. My eyes widened with utter shock. It was happening; I was pissing my pants. I undid the button with Apollonian speed and slipped my already pissing member out, trailing piss against my boxers and getting some on the front of my pants as I did it. I aimed straight in the middle of the bowl, driblets of piss splashing up onto the seat from the ocean surging out of me I felt a droplet of piss running down my leg. It was only one leg, thank god, but it was not at the thigh, it was all the way down by my calf. While pissing, after I'd gotten over the orgasmic pleasure of relief, I looked down. The crotch and a bit of the side of the thigh area of the thankfully black pants twinkled in the light, but other than that, the accident was hidden. When I finished, I looked down into my boxers and saw a dark patch extending down my leg. What I did next I can't remember exactly. I either left the bathroom and went to talk to my mom, which in retrospect is a pretty embarrassing, because while it didn't occur to me at the time, she had to have known I'd had an accident, or least that I'd leaked a bit. She'd seen me rush into that bathroom, and worse yet had probably heard my fire hydrant style piss a millisecond after I closed the door—notably without the build up that usually happens when you don't start off in your pants. So if I did stand there and talk, she had to have known I was doing it after having wet myself a bit. The other possibility is that I shrugged her off somehow and retreated to my room. In any case, when I was alone I promptly removed my wet trousers and tossed them to the floor. I inspected my dark blue patterned boxers closely, and found a dark spot spread wide across the left half, extending down to the thigh, and then reaching a bit further down the side. The damage to my pants was minimal, but the same could not be said of my boxers. Those were soaked. I took them off and tossed them to the floor with the trousers, hoping they dried by the morning. In any case, my mom never mentioned it to me.
  23. [This story takes place between episodes "No Pain, No Game" & " Search and Do Not Destroy"] (few days before the new challenge...) Lindsay: Heather are you almost done in the restroom!? I have to seriously need to go pee! Bridgette: Yeah Heather, me & Lindsay just drank too much water in the morning so if you could-- Heather *Yelling*: SHUT UP! It's not MY problem that the two of you have to pee so badly so why not just pee in the woods like EVERYBODY else! Lindsay *holding her bladder tightly*: Umm I rather not... Bridgette *holding her bladder tightly*: I'm with Lindsay and I'm still sort of scared to go alone in the woods Heather *Yelling*: Then just wet yourselves & leave me in peace! Lindsay *grasping onto her bladder*: Hey Bridge I can go to the woods with you so you... mmm... go alone Bridgette *grasping onto her bladder as well*: Aw that's sweet... mmm... Lindsay... okay let's go quickly! (Both Lindsay & Bridgette run quickly into the woods to find their own little private spots to be relieved....) Bridgette *almost bound to burst*: Found a nice spot near the 2 Trees & Bushes Lindsay *close to leaking*: *looks around like crazy* Mmm... uhh... I'll go here too! Bridgette *nearly pulling down her short*: Wait what...!!?? (gets hit by Lindsay's Reckless Run) *unconscious* Bridgette:.... *a hissing sound*...... uh..... *hissing continues*...... (I feel wet)..... Lindsay *peeing*: Aw so much better.... hopefully Bridge doesn't mind right? *feeling worried* Bridgette *gaining consciousness*: *hissing sound continues* ooh I feel wet... what the... *see's Lindsay right in front of her when laying on the ground* Lindsay *still peeing*: Hi Bridge!... um... I hope you don't mind that I am peeing on you right? (When Lindsay accidentally hit Bridgette on the ground she was in a rush to pee so she'd accidentally pee'd on Bridgette without noticing because Lindsay had her eyes closed until she felt relieved & see that she was accidentally peeing on Bridgette) Bridgette: *Screaming* LINDSAY I DO MIND!!! (far from the Camp Grounds) Gwen: What's with the yelling!? Trent: Could be the other girls are arguing or something (back to the scene) Lindsay *stops peeing*: Sorry Bridge I didn't mean to, I am SO sorry *said sincerely* Bridgette (all wet): Oh no I must've wet myself while I was unconscious for a moment! Look at my Shorts & Panties! Lindsay: Actually all of that is from me *nervously giggles* Bridgette: I think that explains the sharp pain feeling... I... must... relax.... *wets herself uncontrollably* Oh aawww..... much better.... *collapses on the grass/dirt sitting down* Lindsay: Umm Bridgette, you okay now?... Bridgette *relieved but came back into senses*: I guess I'm fine but I don't blame you Lindsay, I blame HEATHER! I will be taking a long shower & a good laundry wash! Lindsay: Oh okay then but I'm still really sorry though, I'll wash your clothes for you... I know take 'em off right now & I'll wash 'em right away! Bridgette *starts taking off Clothes, completely nude*: Aw thanks Lindsay good thing I don't mind my body being shown in public well at least just not seen from others though Lindsay: Don't mention... it.... wow Bridge you look beautiful! Bridgette *blushes*: Oh... um... thank you Lindsay, just don't mention it to anyone (Both Lindsay & Bridgette part ways to do their errand on Camp Grounds, Bridgette sneaks around to get a towel so she can't be seen by others, maybe except Geoff though)
  24. I thought I’d take an unconventional approach to an omorashi anthology. This is the prologue, please let me know what you think! ********** Prologue: Let me share some fun facts with you. There are approximately 7.82 billion people in the world. Specifically, 7,757,304,035 people, last time I checked. That’s a lot right? That’s approximately 7,800 millions. Have you ever counted to 1 million before? How about 7,800? Exactly. 7.8 billion is a big number. It’s a massive number actually; so massive in fact, that it would take you approximately 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds just to count to 1 billion, at the rate of 1 number every second, on average. Most of us would literally die trying. So that begs the question: how did I do it? No, it’s not because I can count really fast. I’m actually one of the slowest people I know. I’d be late to my own funeral, assuming I died on time. No, I’m just good with numbers. Really good, if I can flatter myself for a moment. Statistics are a breeze for me; fun even, if you can believe that. So much fun that I graduated with a masters in marketing and a bachelors in statistics by the time I was 22. I didn’t have much of a social life, and I really didn’t need one. I was singularly fascinated with how you could enumerate and then monetize human behavior, based on something as simple as a demographic. Example: out of the approximately 76 million college students in the United States, 22% of all of their beverage consumption is coffee. Not surprisingly, there’s a Starbucks on every campus I’ve ever been to. Never do something you’re good at for free they say. So I founded the world’s largest statistics and analytics company, DMG Analytics. Because let’s be honest, compiling numeric profiles on 7.82 billion people is a lot of work for one guy, despite my affinities. We collect and compile valuable consumer data for large companies across the globe, using state of the art software that I co- designed and patented. We can get specific, very specific, and that’s a huge asset in this industry. Retail, big tech, you name it; we make sure our clients are reaching their number one customers. We do the numbers, so you don’t have to. So why am I bothering you on a fetish website? Well first of all, I hope I’m not bothering you. If I am, well at least you learned something about coffee and college students. But I’d like to think I have more to bring to the table than a few fun facts. What I bring is decisive probability; likely outcomes, based on facts and collected data. What better way to think about desperate guys and gals than in a “big picture” kind of way? I’m sure some of you can appreciate that. Let me share another fun fact with you. Out of 7.82 billion people on the planet, 327 million are in the United States. Out of 327 million individuals in the US, 13 million have had an accident so bad, they had to tell someone about it; in fact, only 15% of that 13 million are men, the other 85% are women (sorry ladies, our lines just aren’t as long). If you consider that all surveys only have a 30-40% response rate, that means there could be upwards of 20 million men and women who gambled and lost, but just aren’t willing to take a weird survey. That’s a lot of people having accidents, when you think about it. I’d say it’s safe to say that the likelihood of any number of omorashi related fantasies and fictions actually happening is fairly high at this point. You may never have seen an accident, but think about how often you get desperate, either on purpose or by accident. What are the odds that that’s happened to someone else, out of billions of people? Very high, I’d say. Maybe yesterday, maybe two weeks ago. But someone, somewhere, has had an accident recently. Someone’s crush has definitely probably been desperate and wet herself in front of their secret admirer. A hot teacher has definitely probably squirmed behind her desk, counting the seconds till the bell rings so she can speed walk to the nearest staff bathroom, only to wait in line, shuffling her feet as she tries to keep her composure. These things happen more often than you’d think. I’m speaking from a straight guy’s perspective, who has no personal desire to see other men desperate. To each their own. But regardless of orientation, I’ve been desperate before, just like you’ve been desperate before; it happens to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We’re all statistics, technically speaking. But one thing I’ve learned over time is that every number has a story, as vivid and real as your own day to day life; a sort of perverted iteration of sonder, if you will. That’s 12 million people, at a minimum, with a very vivid story of an embarrassing, messy accident. Which is why I created “the survey.” It started off as a fun little side project, for shits and giggles. Write a little survey, maybe even monetize contributions to incentivize participants, post it on the right website with the right demographics, and see what happens. A “fire and forget” sort of thing. But when I launched a trial run on a water-sports forum..... wow. You wouldn’t believe how gleefully people will tell detailed stories of their most embarrassing bathroom failures, if you throw in some money for their troubles. I’ll say this: 12 million was an amatuer number. One contract with Pornhub later, and 115 million people a day view my paid survey. With a 10% monthly participation rate, that means 11.5 million people a month fill my inbox with sensational bathroom accident stories and experiences that definitely probably happened, from some of the most willing participants you’ll find: horny men and women, motivated to tell the best story possible. This is the story of their stories. I say it was worth every penny, but I’ll let you decide that for yourself.
  25. I have been trying to build up my courage for years to go in public and fully wet my pants. A couple weeks ago I finally got the courage to do it. I drank plenty of water and didn’t go to the bathroom for a couple hours to the point I was really desperate. I drove to a Walgreens and went straight to the diaper isle! As soon as I got there and started videoing my flood gates opened and I was soaking my jeans in the middle of a Walgreens diaper isle. There was one other lady in the isle and I’m sure she though “looks like he didn’t buy the diapers fast enough”. When I was done I walked out proudly with a smile on my face like a hero who just received his award. I said “have a goodnight” to the store clerk, and walked to my car across the parking lot. The feeling was amazing and eccentric, once to my car, my jeans were almost completely wet because the rest that was in the fabric had made its way around and spread as far as it could. It was one of the best feelings I have ever felt and I will definitely do it again! IMG_5191.MOV
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