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A little background on me to start: I don’t post a whole lot but I do enjoy lurking on this site. I don’t have very many people I share my fetish with so it’s nice to feel a sense of community on here. I don’t realize why it didn’t occur to me to share this story earlier but here’s a recap of a public incident I had at a CVS late last year after overestimating my bladder. In case visualization is big for you, I’m a curvy build 21 year old short girl. I’m also a college student. I had a couple drinks with a friend at her apartment. I knew I needed to pee while there since alcohol races through me and I had a few beers with her while hanging out. The issue was that I am terribly pee shy and I didn’t want to excuse myself especially before she did when we each drank the same amount and my need didn’t feel too severe anyway, so I shoved the thought away. I had to run an errand after leaving her place so I decided to walk a few blocks to CVS. Before walking to CVS, I hoped to excuse myself to one of the many public restrooms on-campus (my friend stays on-campus, I stay a 20 minute walk away from campus). None of the doors to the student center or dining hall or libraries were opening. I checked the time on my phone - it was 11:05 at night. Everywhere closed on-campus at 11. I mentally scolded myself before sucking it up and beginning the 15 minute walk to CVS. This was a terrible idea in the cold though because I stay in Michigan and this was November. The cold was nearly too much for my aching bladder at this point, but I continued. I was tempted to pull myself aside and release, but just as I contemplated that a man called out to me from his car and I was immediately reminded of reality and my own safety. I make it to CVS and that was where, I completely lost it. I’m an indecisive shopper so it always takes me a while to decide what I want to get. A 5-minute trip easily becomes a 30-minute one. As I’m collecting items, I occasionally fidget. Lean on the shelves a bit at times as to allow my body to relax a little. I can tell my cotton panties are moistening, but no spurts or leaks yet. I’m near constantly crossing my legs at this point. I knew the situation was becoming severe when I would begin darting my eyes, ensuring no eyes were watching, before I’d grab myself through leggings as a way to apply pressure and physically prevent my urine from escaping. There were a few close calls in the hair care aisle due to distractions (my kryptonite) & then I spurt, despite the pressure on my crotch. Then another spurt escapes. I no longer reach for my crotch upon removing and noticing moisture on my finger tips. I hurry to the self-checkout. As I’m checking out, scanning my items, I absolutely lose it. I’m shaking, crossing my legs, hopping from foot to foot, even dropping items carelessly because my body is incapable of doing anything aside from trying not to pee. Then, pee starts running down my crossed legs in tiny rivulets as I feel myself blushing as brightly as possible. I use this chance to pick up a few items as a way to distract from how I was actually trying to peak behind to survey the damage. The tan leggings show the tiniest rivulets down my legs, but thankfully I’m wearing a dress that shields my butt. A couple more spurts exit as I try my hardest to stem the flow. My entire butt was soaked, but seemingly maintained under the dress. Deciding I simply cannot wait to walk home, I order my Uber and head outside to wait. I was honestly hoping that while outside in the dark, I would be able on the asphalt really quickly since it not too many customers were around. Just as I went to squat against the wall, yet before I removed any clothing - an employee invites me back inside so I can stay warm. I awkwardly re-enter, careful no one sees my wet butt. I stand and stretch and pee dance in a corner until my Uber arrives. I get in her car, still like 70% wet and I feel soooo bad for the driver, but say nothing. When she drops me off, I request she take me to the back of my building as to avoid neighbors - this works and no one sees me. I rush inside, I press elevator buttons with my legs crossed, feel another long spurt as I swear up and down, and then I am nearly pissing as I fling my door open. I rip off my jacket, and run to the toilet. Just the pressure of sliding my leggings down and feeling it brush against my bladder is overwhelming and I lose it I just say “fuck it” and piss on my toilet through my already wet leggings, panties, and wet dress.

Figured I'd share this experience from a year ago. As much as I enjoy Omorashi stories I've very rarely had instances where I've experienced anything of the involuntary type.Also English isn't my strong point so I'm sorry if it is hard to read. Last year during my freshmen year of art school I decided to make the drive 2 hour to my parent's for thanksgiving break. The plan was to spend Thanksgiving and Black Friday and then head back Saturday evening. My folks always made a wonderful thanksgiving dinner, and my dad runs a local coffee shop in town so he makes amazing lattes. The holiday was great, good food, friends and family but Saturday came and I wanted to get back to work on projects. I got up that morning, still in a food coma from thanksgiving leftovers. and my dad offered me one of his mocha lattes, that I can't refuse. It's heaven in a cup. Well with packing my black friday haul, leftovers and possessions that 1 coffee turned into about 2 more. And then one for the road. Hopped up on caffeine I said my goodbyes and hit the road, sipping on my delicious latte. grabbed gas about 10 miles down the road and tossed my empty cup. I think I was on the road for about 20 minutes when I felt my first urge to pee. "rest area's coming up soon I'm pretty sure" I told myself. I must have been distracted by other drivers, because I remember looking over and noticing I was already passing it. Ugh great. I really don't like stopping at strange mom & pop gas stations in the middle of nowhere. A lot of them don't even have public restrooms. I was aware of a Pilot (a chain of truck stops that are usually well maintained) coming up, but I wasn't exactly sure when. And my bathroom situation was only getting worse. I'm coming up on a large highway interchange. Then I saw it. The sea of red tail-lights all holiday travelers dread. Complete dead-stop. "Just great" I think, as I start to squeeze my legs together. For some reason, having to go from 70-dead stop really makes you realize how bad you need to pee. I'm stuck on a bridge with hardly any shoulder, not like I could get out anyway. I also realize I threw my cup away while getting gas. I keep my car very clean, so I basically have nothing. Every 15-20 seconds we move ahead a couple car lengths, and just having to concentrate on moving that far makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I sit in traffic for about 10 minutes, when I realize I simply cant wait anymore. biting my lip I make a quick look around my car to see if there's anything, any option I have other than simply ruining my car seat. Nothing. My stuff is also in the trunk, maybe I could grab some article of clothing I could use as a makeshift diaper but Seriously at that point If I had to get out I'd probably piss myself in front of the people behind me. Then I realize I'm wearing my hoodie. I take a second to debate if I want to pee all over my favorite hoodie or my car seat. Sorry hoodie car seat wins. I desperately try to rip off my sweater but in my desperation my arms just don't work the way they should. It happens. I'm sitting there, one arm out of my sweater and squeezing my legs together but there's no denying my bladder anymore. I can literally feel the warmth travel up the length of my dick and reach the tip. I feel an explosion of warmth around my crotch. Just full blast. There isn't any slowing the stream. I'm peeing so hard it's going up over my thighs, down my sides and onto the seat, down both the top and bottom of my legs. The urine is pooling between my legs that are squeezed together. in 20 seconds my pants are soaked from my belt to my knees. I'm finally able to pinch off the flow. It feels amazing to have it out of me, and I'm also kind of turned on by the experience but at the same time I'm both humiliated and worried that my car will now forever smell like my piss. Traffic lets up a few minutes later, thankfully. Someone had of course done something stupid. I'm relieved nobody in a larger vehicle was able to look into my car and notice my mess. I crack my windows to waft out the smell of urine and continue my drive, soaking in my wet seat. I pass the TA when I realize my next dilemma. I still kind of have to go, but I'm not about to go running into a place with a very obvious pee spot on my pants. Well, just going to have to wait till I get home, or it get's dark. At least in the cover of darkness I could run to a bush. So I'm in it for the long haul. Worst that could happen is I'd warm up my pants for a bit right? about an hour goes I'm coming into my city, about 10 minutes from my destination. surprised the traffic isn't terrible, but really needing to pee badly again. The fact that my pants were still pretty damp somehow made it worse. I get to my exit. Every stop I make I feel like I'm going to burst again. I'm literally turning into my complex when I feel some myself start to leak. it wasn't the full blast like last time, but I realize I can't wait. I whip into my spot barely getting it into park as I jump out of my car, take a quick look around Fortunately at this point it was dark, my spot is pretty well hidden and nobody was around. Flood gates are opened, I stand there fully clothed, shoes and all just soaking my pants. After sitting there in my cold clammy pants for the past hour and a half the warmth feels incredible. I think I just stood there next to my car in the dark pissing my pants for almost an entire minute, maybe more. at that point I snap back to reality, run to my apartment and fumbled to get the door open. (Not that it'd made a difference, my pants were so soaked I don't think there was a dry patch on them. Literally peel my clothes off of myself, throw them in the washer right away. wank (god damn I had to at that point), Get a hot shower, which felt especially blissful. Immediately cover my car seat in a trash bag and drive it to the car wash. I think I spent 2 hours just going over the seat and carpet wish my little steam cleaner. (Bissel spotclean which I literally just got, it's awesome actually) As embarrassing as it was, it made the otherwise boring drive very interesting, and it was fun to feel myself have not one but two actual accidents. TLDR Too much coffee before a long drive, and pissed myself while stuck in traffic twice. Cheers :3

Hi guys, so i was thinking about starting a sims interactive story where we'd follow the adventures of a sim which you guys will help create. If you do want to see something like this please let me know and write a short bio for the character with the following. Name: Hair type/colour: Body type/colour Eyes: Fashion sense: Job: (optional) For the purpose of the story the sim will be a young adult.

Greetings all! I’m a longtime lurker on this site, specifically the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. Due to social distancing currently in full-effect in my country, I’ve decided to start sharing some stories on here. This is based on a true incident that happened to me that I’ve shared in Wetting Experiences. I am still sharing it here though because I’m hopeful it’ll still read well as a slightly exaggerated fiction, hopefully no one minds. Melissa's Desperate Breakfast Date Melissa was single at this point and had been for a while. Being a single woman in her late teens/early twenties and with dating apps as rampant as they are, she was naturally going on a lot of dates and she squeezed them in whenever she could. With around 1,000 tinder matches, working part-time, and going to school full-time, this left her with a very limited calendar. In hopes of being accommodating, one of her potential suitors offers to take out for breakfast at 7am after both discussed that she doesn’t have work until 9:30 that day. Being an early riser, Melissa agrees. That Saturday eventually arrives and Melissa ecstatically wakes up. She set an alarm on her phone to ring at 6am. Her body being incredibly punctual woke itself up at 5:55am. She smiled and opened up Tinder. With as many matches as she had, she wanted to ensure that she remembered the right name before each date. “Alex” she reads to herself. She scrolls through their chat, briefly reminding herself of this particular gentleman. He was a journalism major, went to the same university as her, and has played saxophone for the last ten years. He has sandy brown hair and adorably chubby cheeks. He wears square glasses. Each photo features him in a buttoned up shirt. “Jeez does this guy never relax?” She thought to herself. Melissa was a beautiful girl. She was 19 years old and a tad on the shorter side, standing around 5’3” (160cm). She sported dark curly hair that stopped just above her shoulders. Her smile was impeccable, as it should be after she having suffered braces for nearly two years during her adolescence. Her body was naturally curvy. Often she would step on the scale, seeing a weight higher than she’d like. She would immediately remind herself in these instances of her rather large breasts (they were a 36C after all) and her rather large “birthing” hips (as her mom often referred to them, must against Melissa's delight), and her rather round plump butt. She’s been on the app for a couple of weeks now, rejoining shortly after her boyfriend of nearly a year broke up with her to drop out of college, move halfway across the state, and start breeding rabbits. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Her Tinder profile was well thought out. She made sure to include a couple photos featuring her friends in Japan, a picture from her volunteer work last spring break, a picture after she climbed a small portion of The Great Wall of China last year (she looked just sweaty enough to seem personable, yet, not enough for all her makeup to have disappeared), and lastly, a selfie of her turning back to face her butt in a full-body mirror. She kept it as a reward to those who bother swiping to the end of her profile. Her bio on the app was simple, “Don’t know why I’m on here but maybe you can help me find out?” It was just enough to be interesting yet not enough to reveal anything. Melissa hopped out of bed and quickly chugged a glass of water she kept waiting by her bedside. She always did this after hearing somewhere about how dehydrated you become over night. She instinctively crosses her legs after she finishes the glass and hurries to her toilet. Thankfully she sleeps in the nude and is able to release immediately upon reaching the bathroom. She sighs after peeing for a few seconds. She wipes herself and proceeds to wash her hands. Melissa then takes a shower, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and gets dressed. It’s summer and warm weather is a rarity in the midwest so she opts for a pink crop top and ripped jeans. She wears sneakers, as per usual, and applies her typical full face of makeup. Her job requires a uniform but she merely folds that and places it into her large purse. Before she knows it, it’s 7am and Alex is calling Melissa. “I’m outside” he announces and Melissa grabs her purse, locks the front door, and heads outside. Alex removes himself from the car in order to open the door for Melissa. He's sporting a mint button-up that compliments his green eyes perfectly. He paired the top with a pair of khaki shorts and white sneakers. Melissa smiled at the outfit, it was just formal enough that he looked put together, yet, casual enough that he was still approachable. She steps inside of Alex’s car and the two exchange pleasantries. Alex begins placing an address into his car’s GPS and Melissa asks where they’re going. “It’s a surprise”. He states before smiling. He continues on to say that it’s a hole in the wall that he’s sure she’ll love. She simply smiles. Alex starts driving and conversation is good between them, but Melissa can’t help but notice how much time is passing. She’s what some may call a type-A personality meaning everything had a schedule and required perfection. It was a little less than perfect to have been in the car for twenty minutes already and not yet being at the destination. As if sensing this, Alex turns to Melissa and says, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” She smiles, internally kicking herself for once again having thoughts that were so easy to read. Melissa was a rather shy girl who always tried to be polite and gentle and..well..perfect. She thought back to last holiday with her ex-boyfriend and how she nearly vomited after lying to his mother about how good the cake she baked tasted. Melissa could still hear the pain from that woman’s voice stating, “I guess you didn’t like it too much, huh?”, holding back tears. Ever since then, Melissa was determined to improve her facial transparency. Apparently, she still had a long way to go. Eventually, Alex and Melissa arrive at the restaurant. They have a seat. Melissa glances at the menu as if she hadn’t spent twenty minutes looking at it online the night before and already determined what she’d order. The waitress arrives at their table and introduces herself. Alex orders coffees for both of them. Melissa liked a man who wasn’t afraid to take charge a little, no one’s ever ordered for her before. The waitress returns with two coffees. Melissa orders their signature cheesecake waffles while Alex orders French toast. Conversation flows easily. Alex talks about how he’s worked for the university’s newspaper for the past two years and its publication is the highlight of his week. Melissa smiles warmly, adoring whenever someone opens up about their passions with her. Their food arrives and they continue to chat while eating. Eventually both clear their plates and finish their coffees yet, neither want the date to end. Melissa checks her phone. It’s only 7:55am. “Let’s go for a walk!”, Alex excitedly suggests. Melissa says, “That sounds great”, and stands to her feet. It was barely noticeable, yet, her bladder twitched. Melissa quickly ignored the feeling. It was nothing major, maybe only a 2 only a 1-10 scale. She was 19 years old for goodness sakes! Besides, Alex hadn’t excused himself yet at all. He was even cuter than his photos. Alex stood taller than her by nearly a foot (30.48cm) and had grown a rather luscious beard that wasn’t featured in any of his pictures on the app. This made their 4 year age gap even more palpable in Melissa’s mind. Here she was with a journalist who drove a nice car and had a fantastic smile as well as great dad bod (her ideal type), while she was some teenager without a license, and without her own place. She couldn’t afford to appear even less mature in front of him. That settles it then. It would have been different if Alex too needed to go. If that were the case then she could simply excuse herself as well, rush off to the toilet, and enjoy the rest of their date relieved. But that isn’t what happened. She quickly removed any thoughts of her bladder from her mind as she followed Alex out of the door. They walk for about 5 minutes before stumbling upon a coffee shop. “The Roasted Bean!” He exclaims, grabbing Melissa’s hand as if to punctuate his statement. Her face flashes pink briefly as she looks at him and then at their intwined hands. Her expression is puzzled with both eyebrows lifted slightly and a strange smile across her face. “I haven’t seen one of these in years, I thought they were gone. We’ve gotta go in here! You said you like coffee anyway, right?” Alex asks, blushing slightly at their hands as well, but does not undo them. Melissa nods because it’s true, she does love coffee - even if her bladder didn’t. She notices the advertisement for lavender lattes inside the establishment and that’s her all-time favorite beverage. Despite her better judgement, she follows Alex inside. If she were alone, she would order the tiniest size they sold. This made sense since she was tiny herself and so was her bladder, apparently. Coffee always managed to go right through her, almost as bad as alcohol. Alex reaches the counter before her though and ordered for both of them. He was trying to impress her with his memory of what her favorite beverage was and ordered the largest size lavender latte for her. Normally, Melissa would be incredibly impressed with this gesture. If only she hadn’t had a glass of water and one cup of coffee already pressing against her bladder. It didn’t matter though. She was only a 3 or so on the desperation scale. Okay, gun to her head maybe a 3.5. Besides, if she really couldn’t resist the urge, there were toilets right beside the counter. Being as pee-shy as she was though, Melissa hoped she would be able to just continue holding on until the end of her date. She would conveniently depart from Alex, head inside her workplace restroom, and take a much-deserved piss. Melissa couldn’t help but linger on the image briefly. Oooh the relief will surely be amazing... “Here ya go!” Alex states, interrupting Melissa’s thoughts. She grabs the ice latte from his hands and thanks him for the beverage. She places the lid to her lips and sips slowly. It’s delicious, perhaps even the tastiest iced lavender latte she’s ever had before in her life. It’s so tasty in fact that before she realizes, she drinks 3/4 of the cup. Between the drink and her engaging conversation with Alex, Melissa had completely forgotten about her bladder. Once Alex finishes his cup he suggests that they continue walking. “Sorry but it’s hard for me to stay focused in just one place and I could go for a smoke. Do ya mind?” Melissa shakes her head no, which was kinda true. She honestly didn’t mind, her bladder did. As she stood up, Melissa could feel that her once fairly negligible 3.5 had increased to a 6. She would certainly not consider herself desperate or anything at this point, but, under typical circumstances she would have headed toward a restroom. Although a 6 was nowhere near unbearable for Melissa, it was just enough to remain a thought constantly in the back of her head. They headed for the door as Alex lit a cigarette. They chat and eventually settle on a bench. Melissa shifts ever so slightly as Alex is turned away, ensuring her bladder is in a comfortable enough position that it will not protest or result in anything potentially more embarrassing. Alex finishes his cigarette. The two are silent for a brief moment before Alex closes his eyes and leans in. Melissa can’t believe this is happening. Before she realizes it, they’re making out. She can taste the cigarette on his breath and to be honest, she’s into it. She’s so into it in fact that her bladder is the absolute last thing on her mind. They both lose track of time until eventually, Melissa feels a raindrop on her shoulder. She quickly pulls away from Alex, not wanting to risk ruining her curly hair due to prolonged exposure to the rain. “That’s weird.” Alex remarks, “I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today..”. He pulls out his phone to check the weather forecast when Melissa notices his eyes widen. “What is it?” She asked. “Shit! We better head back. I lost track of time, sorry”. Melissa took out her own phone and checked the time. It was currently 8:55am. They had exactly 35 minutes to relocate Alex’s car and drive to her job which, by Melissa’s calculations, is approximately 25 minutes away. This should give them exactly 10 minutes to hurry back to his car is this light rain before it worsens. Alex grabs Melissa’s left hand and quickly leads her back to his car. Melissa was thankful since her sense of direction was awful, yet, the pulling of her hand meant that her body was being dragged along ever so slightly. While this sensation was typically negligible, it was less than ideal with a rapidly filling bladder. While her left hand held Alex’s, her right hand held the still partially filled coffee cup. She grimaced as she saw it sloshing and felt the condensation against her finger tips. She briefly paused to press her legs together, Alex releasing her hand during this as he continues rushing back to the car. Melissa pretends that she almost tripped and that's why she let go, brushing her knee to emphasize the point. Of course her luck would turn sour. Desperate to pee while on the best date she's been on since her breakup. Thankfully, they reach Alex’s car quickly. Melissa heads to the passenger door and patiently waits for Alex to unlock the car. She takes these few seconds to briefly lean against the car for support and relief, easing her hold briefly before hearing the car unlock and shuffling inside. She quickly places her partially-filled coffee cup in one of the holders. Alex apologizes profusely for carelessly losing track of time while Melissa reassures him. If she wasn't so distracted, she would reflect on how sweet it was that she made this man become so wrapped up in the moment. Unfortunately, Melissa was distracted. She holds her breath while clicking her seatbelt into place. As she exhales, she winces. The pressure was not what she needed right now. What she needed was a toilet. She glanced briefly back at the establishments around them, thinking that they weren’t too far from the coffee shop and maybe she should just quickly excuse herself. She would tell the truth, admit she just needed to retreat inside briefly, and then she'd come back out., simple as that. It would be no big deal and she could spend the last few minutes of their date relaxed and fully enjoying Alex's company. She pushes the thought aside because although she's sure Alex wouldn't remark on her excusing herself, the thought of admitting to someone her plight was still too embarrassing. This internal struggle does not go unnoticed by Alex. Apparently observant was another notable quality of his. “Are you okay?”, he asks, guilt in his voice. The pretty girl beside him has gone suspiciously silent. He silently cursed himself for losing track of time. I'm usually more aware than this. She was probably furious that I belatedly realized the time and almost left too late. “Yeah, I’m fine” Melissa says, impressed at how she manages to keep her voice calm as usual. She needed Alex to ask less questions and actually start driving the damn car! She could tell that he was unsatisfied with her answer. “I just wanna make it to work on time, that’s all” I mean technically, that isn't a lie. She can’t bear the thought of being tardy just as she can’t bear the weight of her bladder which was currently a 7. The rain seemed to be coming down with full-force. Melissa tried not to look out of the window and instead focus her efforts on her conversation with Alex (and her tired bladder, of course!). Suddenly, they reach a patch of traffic. The time is 9:08. They don’t seem too far away from her job and rationally the traffic shouldn’t interfere with their estimated time of arrival too severely, Melissa knew this, but her mind couldn’t be rational right now. It was truly her luck to be nursing a full bladder on a successful date, stuck in traffic while so close to work, with rain pounding against the windows. She chewed her bottom lip. “How far away would you say we are?” She asks Alex, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as to not arouse suspicion. She is looking away from him to hide her face. This succeeded in hiding her pained expression from him but without his face as a distraction, all Melissa could see and hear was the rain against her passenger window. She closes her eyes tightly for a moment as Alex places his hand on her thigh. Her entire leg stiffens in surprise before relaxing shortly after. “We’re not that far away, but are you sure you’re okay? Are you sure you don’t need anything?” Melissa reiterates how she’s fine. As they move again, her mind is relieved and her body follows before tensing up again almost immediately thereafter. She hopes the movement is subtle enough to go by unnoticed but with his hand still on her thigh, Alex feels everything. “C’mon, just tell me what’s wrong,” he says with genuine concern in his voice. Although Melissa typically wouldn’t confess such a thing, she could tell that this man really wouldn’t be satisfied and rather than continue discussing the matter, which is only worsening her need, she hoped this would simply end the topic. “It’s really nothing. I just kinda need to pee is all.” That was the understatement of the century. If “kinda need to pee” meant “nearly bursting at the seams” then yes, one could say that Melissa did “kinda need to pee”. At least now, he'll hopefully change the topic to something that doesn't remind me of how badly I need to pee right now. Alex strokes her thigh softly. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” He asks. He felt bad for her. How long had she needed to go? He tried thinking back, wondering if there were any signs. “Now I feel even worse..” “It’s fine.” Melissa says, turning back to face him. A light pink spreads across her face and remains there. She never tells people, especially handsome people she doesn’t know well, of her bodily needs yet here she was! It would be one thing to admit such desperation when a toilet was a mere few feet away and she could quickly dash off, but in a car? Alex now knows her need and knows that it must be pretty bad for her to have mentioned it. Oh great, how can this get any worse? “Do you need me to pull over somewhere? I see a Starbucks up ahead” Alex asks, he can't help but noticed her pained facial expressions. She must be desperate, I can feel her near-constant shifting in the seat. He turns and faces Melissa with a face looking sympathetic as well as somehow pleased? She can tell that he's genuinely trying to be nice. Her mind briefly entertains the thought, yet immediately refuses. The best course of action is to arrive at work to ensure I'm not late! Remember when Jessie went for an interview just last month and her attendance was cited as her number one flaw? You don't wanna end up in that situation. Besides, I'm a grown woman. Any reasonable 19 year old girl should be able to hold in her urine until convenient, right? She shifts in her seat slightly. Thankfully, Alex doesn't comment on the movement this time. Am I really gonna just sit here and let my bladder force me to squirm like a little girl? A few more minutes pass as they get closer. Melissa finally recognizes the street names and realizes this must mean they’re almost to her workplace. Unfortunately, her bladder could also sense how close they were. Soon she kept thinking to herself. Soon she’d just be able to find relief by releasing what felt like a miniature ocean inside of her tiny bladder. She turned to her left, ensuring that Alex's eyes were glued to the road before gently placing her right palm against her inflated midsection. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. It feels rock solid! She flinches in surprise. She is thankful that Alex 's right hand had returned to the steering wheel where he was less likely to notice her now-obvious signs of desperation. Their conversation, although dwindling, was a temporary distraction from her bladder. Well, maybe this isn't so bad...she thinks to herself, a newfound hope. I can totally make it to work, easily! Can't believe I nearly doubted myself. This feeling of confidence was short-lived once the car stopped abruptly at a light. Melissa can’t help it, despite her tightly crossed legs, biting of her lower lip, and gripping of the car’s interior, the tiniest whimper manages to escape her lips while, reflexively, both hands reach between her legs. They don't make it to her crotch, instead, they ball into fists land place themselves midway between her crotch and knees. Her face is hot because she knows that a spurt has escaped her and dampened her panties. She can feel Alex rubbing on her thigh again. “I’m really sorry about the traffic and all the rain. This must suck. Are you sure I shouldn’t pull over somewhere?” Alex asks. Damn, I wish there was something else I could do...He glanced at her coffee cup, noticing how it was near empty. Maybe I should even suggest she pee in that It's definitely her quickest option...his thoughts quickly trail off. What a dumb suggestion, she'd never go for such an idea. “No!” Melissa blurts out, a little too quickly, her face now on fire as she takes in his apologetic glances. “I promise I’m fine. I really don’t even need to go that badly”. They briefly exchange glances, both aware that she’s lying. Melissa is thankful that she’s wearing jeans today instead of her signature skirts because if she wasn’t, then let’s just say Alex might have ended up with a wet seat..her thoughts trail off. She would be fine, she had to be fine, there was no other option. Her knuckles were beginning to turn white from the strain. Alex's eyes became permanently glued to the road at this point and their conversation had completely ceased. Without being able to rely on their conversation as a distraction, Melissa began to focus on dry thoughts. The Sahara Desert Eventually, this isn't enough to distract her and her mind wanders back to last year when she nearly lost control inside a Japanese temple. That was the last time I was even close to being this desperate for a toilet but this time is was worse! And at least I was alone last year and not surrounded by a handsome date I'm trying to leave a good impression on. Right! She wants me to keep talking as a distraction. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he states“Well, on the bright side, I’ll still find you super cute even if you pee all over my car.” He flashes a quick gorgeous smile punctuated by a wink before snort laughing. Melissa’s entire body tenses. Usually she would fixate on this man's adorkable snort laugh, but that was currently the last thing on her mind. Is my desperation really that obvious? Does Alex think I'm childish? Even worse, is he mocking me? Her mind was swimming in thoughts and her body rocked softly. I'm such an idiot! Why would I say something so stupid? “I guess that wasn’t very funny, sorry. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” He squeezed her knee. She can’t help it, she’s never been this desperate before. She was at a 9, maybe even a 9.5. Having had a small bladder since childhood, Melissa was experienced with being desperate. Many a time she would be interacting with a customer at work and would briefly need to excuse herself to "check on something in the back". That was almost always code for "take a ferocious piss in the work bathroom". She would typically go to the bathroom when her need neared a 6 though, rarely, a 7 when she's been out drinking. Maybe some would hold to bursting more frequently than her, but Melissa's need would grow exponentially. She could go from a 7 to a 10 in mere minutes sometimes. She was relieved to hear Alex assure her that her plight was nearly over, although not as relieved as she would like to be at this moment. She couldn't believe this gentleman knew how badly her bladder ached and even made a joke about how badly she needed to perform the private function. The reality was that she was scarily close to having an accident in this man's car. “No you're fine, just please keep talking, I need the distraction" she chuckles softly, irritating the swollen organ suffering beneath her seatbelt. She shifts again. Should I ask him to hurry? Is that too immature? Too unladylike? "And If you could...um..please hurry” she mumbles decidedly, her head facing down, staring at her feet. She felt like a child on a road trip who forgot to use the toilet during a rest stop and was now pleading with their parent to pull over somewhere. Within a minute, they finally pull into Melissa’s work place. She pulls out her phone and there’s exactly 7 minutes to spare. Melissa audibly sighs, rapidly undoes her seatbelt, and relaxes her muscles ever so slightly. Alex hears this and chuckles. He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans in. She knows he wants a parting kiss and she does as well. Melissa leans in to give it, but her bladder has other ideas. Being this close to a toilet and not using it was not going to happen if it had a say. She reaches for the passenger door, opens it rapidly, nearly exits before settling on leaving it ajar. She sheepishly turns to Alex. “Give me just one moment, I’ll be right back”. Melissa gingerly exits the car and rushes as quickly as she can inside her job without jostling her bladder. As soon as she makes it out of Alex’s view, she unbuttons her jeans and unzips her pants ever so slightly. She then cradles her swollen midsection and heads into the ladies room. Usually a girl as timid as Melissa wouldn’t dare resort to such tactics but today was an exception. Today she knew that if she didn’t take these precautions, she’d wind up with soaked jeans. She hurriedly opens the restroom door and shut herself into the first stall available. Thankfully the only person around to witness her rush was the custodian. She pulls down her jeans and panties rapidly, not a moment to spare as Melissa releases a torrent into the porcelain bowl, her stream echoing loudly off the walls. She can’t help it, a gentle sigh escapes her lips. She looks down at her pink cotton panties briefly and notices the faintest wet spot. It was surprisingly wide, spanning the circumference of a golf ball. That was a close call, she thinks to herself, way too close. Before long, her stream reduced to a trickle and then to nothing at all. She then grabbed a few squares of toilet paper, dried herself off, dried the panties off, pulled up her panties, and pulled up her jeans. She then took this time to change into her work uniform. Her job was thankfully right next to the toilets and close to the front door of the building. She quickly leaves the stall and washes her hands before exiting her workplace again and heading back into Alex’s car. "That might have been the quickest pee I've ever seen someone take!" He remarks, almost in awe. “Someone looks relieved”, he adds and Melissa smiles. She would be embarrassed but it's not like she can deny what just happened anyway. Instead, she says, “You have no idea.” They kiss briefly. "Thanks for such a memorable date" Alex adds. The two depart as she heads into work and manages to punch in just before her shift starts, she is annoyed at feeling the dampness against her lower lips, but thankful no one else could see evidence of her close call.

A great true accident and her friends cute reaction makes the video

So it's not that much for a interesting store but here it is anyway. So yesterday I woke up with what I thought was a slight urge to pee as usual. I paid no mind to it a grabbed my phone to listen music. After not being up for more than 4 mins my slight urge to pee turned into some extreme desperation. I needed to pee now I jumped out of bed and made a B line for the toilet only so see my grandmother entering it. My hands went straight to hold myself and I went back to my room. Now I'm laying on my bed holding for dear life. The pressure was so intense I felt like socking my bed. I tryed to distract myself by listen music but it wasn't working I needed the toilet and i needed it now so I got up witch caused me to let out a huge leak leaving a golf ball sized wet spot on my underwear. I went and knock on the door and send I need to pee. She seems she was doing a number 2 and would try to be quick. But my bladder didn't want to hear that and as I stood in front the bathroom door I spurted and it left some pee on the floor in front the door. At this point I realized that I couldn't wait for her to finish so I tried to run outside in the back yard to pee. Btw what I should've done for the start. As I ran toward the door pee start to escape even tho i was holding on so tight. It started to come out of me as I was unlocking the back door and as soon as I step out I peed myself full force no stopping. I think this happened because of all the tea I drank before bed cause I never woke up to pee. Well that's my story hope you enjoy

Someone on tumblr got me to Jessica Hull. She wet herself on separate occasions: same race, slightly different quality other race: (and the one in burgundy did, too) yet another race: (harder to see) this time she seems to be damp at most but the runner up in red wet her panties: are there more female runners that you know of? EDIT: found another one of Hull:

So I came across these pictures earlier today that I forgot had and felt obligated to share. These are from one of the only genuine accidents I’ve ever had. And I knew I was putting myself in a situation where I would have to be desperate, but did not expect it to happen the way it did. This is the first time I’ve shared in a long time, so I hope you enjoy because I’m pretty embarrassed. So one day at work, we were painting an office, hence the old clothes. Gray sweat pants and a t shirt. During the day I drank plenty of water anyways, but when I realized the work day was nearing it’s end and I needed to pee, I decided to push myself a little bit further and drink another bottle of water. I was probably an 8 before that bottle. By the time work was over, I was definitely a 9. I needed to find a bathroom ASAP. But I knew I could hold it the 15 minute drive home and then wet my pants in the shower if I wanted. Well, for whatever reason what was supposed to be a 15 minute drive turned into a 30+ min drive. This was probably the second most desperate I had ever been in my life (I’ll tell the number one story another time, it’s not as exciting). I was practically squeezing my penis the whole drive home, with my legs crossed while I squirmed and bounced up and down. I was starting to worry. I had never pushed myself like this before. When I got to my apartment complex I ran to my building and then ran up 3 flights of stairs to my apartment unit. But...it was too late. With my arms full as I tried to unlock my door, I felt the stream slowly start to run down my legs. I couldn’t see any damage yet as I tried to stop the flow but I could feel the spot on my underwear growing as it continued to stream down my legs. Once I got my door open, the floodgates open. The wet spot started to form on the front of my pants as I grabbed a towel to throw on the floor. It was too late to make it to the bathroom. I completely flooded my pants in front of the toilet while my cheeks turned red. I hope you enjoyed this story. If some of you are interested, I can share other stories. Thanks for reading I love feedback (and humiliation lol) so feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks everyone!

Sunday night, a friend of mine and my husband's came over to hang out and smoke weed with us. We were having a good time, sitting on my bed and chatting, passing the bowl around. I had a semi full bladder, nothing I was really worried about. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even go to the toilet at this level because I prefer to pee, even not during a hold, when I have a substantial amount to go. For reference, I was wearing pajama pants and a tshirt. Well, we got halfway through the bowl and I was feeling buzzed. I took a decent sized hit aaand I coughed. Hard. The force of the cough pushed down hard on my bladder and forced out a decent sized spurt. It stayed trapped between my pussy lips, luckily so I let it slowly dribble out from there into my panties, soaking the front of them in a pingpong ball sized wet patch. Unfortunately, I coughed again and it pushed more pee down into my urethra. My friend and my husband were concerned about my coughing but seemed not to suspect my dampness problem!! I shifted in place a little, trying to get the pee to say in and not soak into my panties. I wasn't sure they could handle much more fluid. Unfortunately, I couldn't prevent it forever. The leak gushed out and immediately soaked into my panties behind the first wet patch. More between my legs than the front. I took a moment while my husband hand my friend distracted to maneuver a towel underneath me. I couldn't risk moving much. A particularly vigorous movement to shove the towel between my legs and cover myself up with the blanket caused another spurt soak into the back of my panties but luckily, the towel protected my bed. I finally got the leaks under control and stepped away to another part of the basement (my bedroom is in the basement, for reference) to assess the damage. My undies were quite wet in the butt and gusset and a bit had gotten on my pajama pants. I hastily changed into a dress and put on a depends pullup to catch any future leaks. Because why bother going to a toilet at this point, right? I can say for sure my husband didn't notice because he would have said something. My friend may or may not have. I don't know. But she didn't mentionthe sudden change of clothing. Some part of me suspects she had an idea of what happened and kept quiet tospare my feelings but I would honestly have laughed it off. This isn't the first time I have "gotten away with" wetting my panties in the presence of another but it was fresh in my mind so I thought I would share.

For females, do to try to stop once it starts coming out beyond control, and if so, are you successful or do you just end up having to let it all go? Also, do you keep your legs crossed, crouch down, or do anything specific to try to stop once you've started to fully lose it? Any experiences that have witnessed, please share as well. Thanks

When you go out in public in a diaper, which parts are you most concerned and least concerned about other people noticing?

My standard response and clean up method whenever i had drunkenly wet the bed was to strip and bag up the sheets, prop up the mattress for better drying, shower off the dried pee, then take bedding to wash, all while trying to convince self that this would definitely be the last time it would happen. However I do recall that on a couple of occasions where the pattern would alter and I have been thinking about why i allowed it to for these instances. The first of these was when i woke up having peed myself for the second night running. Even for the semi regular bedwetter i had come, this still came as something of a disbelieving shock. After peeling myself off the surface once again, this time after I had bagged up I just got dressed and went straight to launderette without having the usual post bedwetting shower. I then went out for breakfast while i waited for the sheets to wash. I have no idea if anybody in the cafe would have noticed any stale pee smell on me. I didn't really think it was too bad on me but by then I think i had just got used to it that it wouldn't stand out to me like it would to them. Thinking back i think this lack of care in this incidents aftermath was motivated by a desire to teach self a lesson for having let myself wet the bed two nights running. Peeing the bed after a night out can be put down to a one off, even if the incidents are weeks apart, but two nights running cannot, and that seems to have been my logic there. The second time i reacted differently was after I had had a decent dry spell. If memory serves it had been about two months since my last incident, so a sense of having gotten over it was finally upon me and i could put the accidents in the past. Then i woke up after a big night out completely soaked again. After the familiar had registered again, i was extra annoyed with myself this time because it was the day after this that all the university hall students were able to take our bedding down to be swapped for another week. This meant I would have to pay to wash it all simply for one single night in it. I think it was my returned self-disgust that made me decide not to bother and this time i just left the sheets on the bed. It was warm weather so i could just let the mattress dry out in the heat like normal but this time let the sheets do the same on top. I then slept that night on the dried but pee stale sheet I had wet the night before and then folded it up the next day and took it to be swapped. I wrapped it in the other bedding so handing it over was no problem but i do always wonder at whoever got given the piles to wash as they must have been able to tell that sheet had been peed on when they handled it before washing. At the time i told myself that i had done this for purely financial reasons but in truth I think the motivation for the difference in response to this accident was that it had been so long since the last one that sleeping on the pee smelling sheet and risking exposure when taking the bedding to be changed was a self imposed punishment for the self disgust at having reverted to my bedwetting ways. Hope some of that makes sense to someone!

(So after playing Don Bluth's Dragon's Lair it came to mind that no one has done an omo story with Daphne the Princess of the game so I hope you enjoy this story in the context of age Daphne is 21 and Dirk is 25 when he shows up.) *Well Kidnapped again.* Thought the Princess Daphne as she floated in her little dome being guarded by the Dragon waiting for a hero to rescue her, it was just unfortunate that on this occasion she needed to pee and quite badly too. *Surely someone will save me.....I can't afford to wet myself what would people think of me?* She wonders to herself as she keeps her legs tight together hoping to hold it long enough to reach a bathroom she definitely wasn't going to just let go not in her nice new night gown. Then suddenly she hears the sounds of feet on money, she looks over to see a tall, brave knight then as this mysterious knight draws near stumbling on a chest she discovers it's Dirk the Daring who quickly hides from the Dragon. "How might I free you from your imprisonment?" He whispers. "The key, is what you'll need....the dragon keeps it around it's neck.....to....slay the Dragon use.......the magic sword." She replies feeling bladder tense up with a wave of desperation causing her to cross her legs before pointing to a sword embedded in a big jewel. Dirk darts off as the Dragon wakes up and begins to hunt and most likely kill him but Dirk was faster and moves from pillar to pillar dodging the Dragon's attacks and fire breath which impressed Daphne a lot most knights never got this far but Dirk was....well Daring. As the fight raged on Daphne felt a leak escape and goes to grab herself to regain control before checking for damage, luckily because her gown was black there was nothing but she knew she couldn't hold it for long. When she looks back to the fight, Dirk had got the magic sword which made her cheer for him, the Dragon swipes and misses but hits the dome cracking it. This in tern caused Daphne to jump out of her skin and with that lost control of her bladder, as she stiffens to try to regain control but to no avail. As her pee rushed out of her tired bladder soaking her gown and making a puddle beneath her something unusual happened.....she was touching herself. *Oh my....this should be.....humiliating but instead it's......exhilarating.....arousing even......ahhhhh." She let's out an audible sigh just as Dirk defeats the Dragon, he grabs the key and let's Daphne out who was in a trance of relief and arousal for which Dirk couldn't understand but why did he need to when the Princess leapt into his arms and gave him a kiss. From that day forward Daphne would deliberately hold it just to get that feeling of desperation before letting it all out and all over herself, it would be her own sexual secret. (I hope you enjoyed this, please feel free to comment on what you thought about it.)

Curious as to a certain position or action that you do or have done in the past right before or as you started to lose control. And, did that action or position help stop it or just hide things?

Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.

So i found out recently this place had a discord and have been enjoying watching, talking ,and finally got brave enough to do my own hold. It was really fun the server joins in with you and cheers or teases ya on. I had over 3 liters and held just over 3 hours. Thought you all might enjoy it here too! So got home from work today and just really felt like relaxing. So sat back on the toilet and well.. the rest is history. (Warning one is also messing)

First of all, let me say that I'm no longer with the girl from my previous stories (several years ago) and that my new partner (let's call her wife for short, even I never married) knows about my fetish but she's not into it an only ones peed her panties for me, sitting in the toilet. This happened last night. We are visiting her parents for Christmas in the small touristic town where they live. After the toast and opening of presents, we went out to the house of some friends that have moved recently to the same town, to make a new toast. My wife had been drinking white wine over dinner, and we brought another bottle of white wine to our friends' house. Once there, she drunk almost an entire bottle of pineapple cider (I only got to drink one glass) while chatting, and then two more glasses of the white wine we brought. Around two o'clock there was a blackout in the whole town because of a storm of wind, but we kept chatting and drinking for another hour by candlelight. Around three we left and drove to her parents' house. We were nearly there when my wife remembered that our present to her parents last Christmas was an automatic system to open the gates of the garden, that use to be manual.... an electrical system... and there was no electricity! I tried the remote, in vain, so we parked in front of the gate, turn on my cellphone's lantern and tried to figure out how to get inside, since everyone were sleeping and we had no way to open the gate from the outside. I don't remember why but we started to laugh (most likely because of the whole situation) and my wife says "don't make me laugh that I really need to pee". Then I realized that, a) for the way she laughed she was very drunk, and b) since there were no lights, she hadn't gone to the bathroom in our friend's house, and now she was unable to go here! I must say that, unlike my previous "wife", she's not of the "pee dance" type and you can't barely tell that she needs to pee. Also, that she rarely gets desperate, and the closest I have seen her to have a real accident was while driving in long trips (she usually drives, I'm not very good at it), when she ends up squatting besides the car's open door. Back to the story, we decided to try and climb the wall beside the gate, that it's the only part that it's accessible if someone helps you. She started to laugh about having to climb a fence wearing a dress and sandals (what she almost never wears, since she prefers more sporty outfits) as I help her to get on top of the small wall. Then she tried to help me climb, laughing all the time, but drunk as she was, she couldn't. So she unclimbed inside the garden and went to the house. Maybe not to let me alone outside too long, or because she wasn't that desperate, she didn't go inside to pee but came back soon with a beach lounge chair, that she passed to me over the wall (as I said is not very tall, so we could see each other's faces). I opened the chair beside the wall and used it to climb on top of it... and as I placed my weight on the wall, I heard the chair closing behind me and falling flat to the floor... My wife started laughing hysterically, and I laughed too, but in her drunken state she kept laughing and suddenly said "I'm peeing!". Perched over the wall, I promptly pointed the cellphone's lantern to her feet hoping to see a lake forming beneath her but saw nothing. She kept laughing and saying "I can't hold it", "I'm losing it" and the likes while spreading her legs, and a few drops appeared in the ground between her feet, but that was it. I had to climb down again to grab the chair, place it in a different position and climb again, with my wife saying from the other side of the wall between laughs "hurry up, that I'm all wet" and "I can't believe it, I'm a mess". In the second try I finally managed to get over the wall bringing the chair with me. Once inside the garden, she told me "let's go inside, that I still have to pee badly". I held her, trying to convince her to finish right there over the grass and into her panties, since she was already wet, and she laughed and tried to get away. I was able to sneaky a touch of her wet panties, but she said something about her sandals getting ruined and finally we went inside and into the bathroom, where she finished peeing in the toilet after removing her panties, that were soaked (her sandals had a few splashes too, but her dress was dry). To round up the story, while she was taking a shower her mother went down the stairs asking why we didn't call her since she was waiting for us to come to open the gate, and after my wife finished showering (at the light of my cellphone) I realized that the lights had already come back (sometime after I tried to open the gate with the remote, but don't know when exactly) Gus

I have a pretty massive bladder which probably isn't a great combination with incontinence tbh but likely I don't have flooding accidents unless I get constipated and wet the bed as a result. I've been thinking of getting some Rearz Seductions or Safari since they claim to hold about 6000ml of urine and I could easily drench a pair of Attends Pull-ons level 8 after a casual hold and those can absorb nearly 2000ml. I'm sadly out of Tena Slip Maxis at the moment but these can usually just about hold one wetting. What is your current aprroximate record for a single diaper wetting in ml?