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  1. Part 1/? (No wetting in part 1. There will be wetting in future parts) Amity crossed her legs. She finally got her date to the human world with her girlfriend Luz. Well, it wasn't really a date yet, they were on a roadtrip to Washington DC being chauffeured by Luz's mom Camila. But Camila promised that they would have plenty of alone time to explore DC after they're checked in at their hotel there. Camila was so nice. She gave Luz so much freedom, something that Amity envied about Luz. She would've been happy if her own mother gave her even half as much freedom as Camila did. They were 90 minutes in on a 6.5 hour drive from Gravefield to DC and Amity needed to pee. But Amity didn't dare say anything, after all, she was a Blight, and Blights don't interrupt people for small, selfish things like needing to use the washroom. Amity remembers that one evening when she was 8 years old, her parents invited the most wealthiest and influential business people in Bonesborough over for a dinner. Edric, Emira, and herself were expected to be on their best behaviour: Exhibit table manners, Don't speak unless spoken to, and no interruptions, which included potty breaks. Luckily, Amity used the bathroom before dinner that night, but Edric was not so lucky. She remembers seeing her poor brother squirming the entire night and pretending like nothing was wrong whenever someone asked him. By the end of the night, Edric's pants were soaked, so he had to stay at the dinner table to hide it until everyone else had left. Afterwards, Emira and Amity helped Edric hide the incident from their parents, so he avoided the worst of any humiliation or punishment that would have happened. But it still must've been a miserable, cold, and soggy night for him. Emira and Amity still occasionally tease Edric about that night. At least it was better than the alternative, the wrath of their parents, being grounded for weeks and additional potty training punishments if Edric ended up leaving the dinner table for the washroom that night. The three siblings learned a lesson that night: all of that could've been avoided if Edric just used the washroom before dinner that night. Yet, Amity forgot to use the washroom before leaving for this long roadtrip. In fact, the last time she peed was 23:00 last night before she went to bed. "Amity, wake up! We're going to DC today!!!", Luz excitedly exclaimed, at the absurd hour of 7:30. "5 more minutes", Amity replied. She was not a morning person, but it was hard for her to stay mad at the happy and adorably cheerful girl who also happened to be her girlfriend. "I have a kiss waiting for you if you wake up right now", Luz offered. Amity's eyes shot open immediately. Luz kissed her on the cheek. "There's my lovely awesome girlfriend. Come on, let's eat and get ready for the roadtrip", Luz said. Amity blushed, she loved it whenever Luz showed affection for her and she's been looking forward to this roadtrip all week. She even got principle Bump to forge some school field trip papers to show to her parents so that they would let her leave the house for a week. Bump resented Odalia for abusing her power in the PTA and causing changes to the school that Bump thought were regressive and hurt a majority of students. So he was more than happy to help Amity go behind her mother's back. "Here's your breakfast sweetie", Luz said as Amity sat down at the Noceda's dining table. It was scrambled eggs with 3 pieces bacon, made in the shape of a smiley face, because of course Luz would make that. Amity smiled, this day was already going better than how she imagined it would. Suddenly, Luz shoved a glass of orange liquid in front of Amity's face. "This is my favourite drink, try it", Luz said. Amity took a sip, it was sweet and citrusy. "Mmm, this is the best drink I've ever had! I want more!", Amity exclaimed. "Of course, I'll give you refills when you finish the glass", replied Luz. "Make sure to fill your stomachs, we're gonna be on the road for a long time", stated Camila. Amity enjoyed the breakfast, despite eating gourmet foods her entire life, Luz's cooking was the best thing she's ever tasted. Maybe it was because she knew Luz put a lot of hard work and love into the meal she was eating. Amity blushed slightly at the thought, her girlfriend was very thoughtful. She hoped that Luz enjoyed that fairy pie she baked for her a few months ago. She ended up drinking 3 glasses of orange juice before they went on the roadtrip. And that was a big mistake. Amity had to pee pretty badly now, and her bladder was quickly filling up from all the orange juice she had earlier today. She's been crossing and uncrossing her legs for the past 10 minutes now. Suddenly, the car hit a road bump and Amity had to grab her crotch to prevent any leaking. Amity decided to keep her legs crossed from now on. "Hey Ami, are you alright?" "Yeah I'm fine, just got caught off guard by that bump is all" Luz assumed that Amity wasn't used to long road trips and offered something to distract her. "I have an idea, let's play I Spy" "What's that?" "It's a game where you look at something you want to describe, then you say 'I spy with my little eye' and then describe the object to try and get the other person to guess what you're looking at" "Sure, let's play", Amity responded. She needed something to distract her from the growing discomfort of her bladder. "Ok, I'll start.", Luz said. "I spy with my little eye, something that is white and fluffy" "Clouds?", asked Amity "Yes! See, you're great at this game. Now it's your turn" Amity looked around and saw some peculiar human objects. "I spy with my little eye, some tall, thin silver towers made of triangles connected by string with birds perched on top." Amity didn't actually know what she was looking at, luckily Luz picked up on her confusion. "Ah, those are power lines. That's how we get electricity to power our lights and machines" "Oh, so is that how humans get their 'magic'?" "Yes, electricity is quite magical!" A wave of desperation hit Amity, she had to tighten her crossed legs and squirm a little. "Ok my turn", Luz said, oblivious to Amity's circumstance. "I spy with my little eye, an adorable purple haired witch with beautiful golden eyes that stole my heart." Amity's face turned red, "LUZ!", Amity uttered in embarrassment. Luz laughed, "It's true though, I love you Ami", Luz said as she grabbed Amity's hand. "I love you too Luz", Amity said as she held Luz's hand. "I spy with my little eye, a gorgeously cute human who happens to be my awesome girlfriend. Now it was Luz's turn to have a very red face. "Aw Amity", and she reached over to hug her. "Oh I have another", Luz said, "I spy with my little eye a large rush of water, falling into a big hole. Shhhhhhhhh", Luz said, imitating the sound of a waterfall. This description made Amity squirm a lot. She had to grab her crotch again to prevent leaking. She knew what Luz was describing though, "That waterfall over there?", Amity replied weakly. "Yep! Such an amazing force of nature. There's no stopping that huge movement of water." Amity let out a small moan. She was desperate to pee now. Her legs were tightly crossed, and she could feel a bulge above her crotch, which she was holding very tightly now. At this point, Amity thought about saying something, but didn't know what to say, especially since she still felt like she had no right to say anything. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on holding. A/N: This is my first time writing fanfiction of any kind. Feedback is appreciated.
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    Consider this a sequel to my last post, if you can't tell jeans are definitely my favorite. 😅 For some reason the screenshots switched order so I'll clarify which files are which (some files contain partial or full nudity) File 1 (4th screenshot) - A short but sweet almost made it scenario, girl walks in the front door in a denim bodysuit, struggling to take it off before ultimately succumbing to her desperation. She then takes it off and shows the wet spot on her grey panties before stripping everything off and leaving it in a pile on the floor as she makes her way to the shower. (5:36) File 2 (5th screenshot) - Two latina girls stand in the middle of the road supposedly after a party, still holding a drink and smoking a cigarette as they talk. The description of the original video was that they were having an argument of some sort but it seems more playful than genuinely heated. (nothing can be heard, it's just the sounds of the inside of the car/the music) They both squirm, shifting their weight from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing their legs casually. They both lose control almost at exactly the same time and the girl in the white shirt leaves a visible puddle on the ground. (5:02) File 3 (6th screenshot) - A very short locked out scenario, three roommates go to take out the trash together only to be locked out by their friend. They beg to be let back in and all squirm until they can no longer hold back. They try to find somewhere in the yard they can pee but there's too many people around, lined up against the wall of the house each of them loses control, the girls on the ends in cotton yoga pants and the girl in the middle in a cute pair of ripped jeans. (2:45) File 4 (1st screenshot) - Not a whole lot to say about this one, girl slowly leaks out every drop of piss into her jeans, completely flooding them and eventually half-pulling her jeans and panties down to let the rest go and shaking her butt a little before pulling them back up. (3:42) File 5 (2nd screenshot) - A Latina girl is watching a movie with her boyfriend on the couch. Not wanting to get up to miss anything, and also enjoying spending time with you, she decides to just hold her pee until the end. She fidgets, holds her crotch, and eventually confesses that she needs to pee, but knows it turns you on so she continues holding to tease you. She stands up and sits back a few times, trying to do anything she can to hold it in. Eventually, her desperation wins and she loses control. After she completely soaks her jeans, she teases you for a while, showing every angle of her embarrassing accident. (7:19) File 6 (3rd screenshot) - A girl with a cute voice squirms for you, desperately holding and being very vocal about her need to pee. About half way through, the building pressure in her bladder forces her to unbutton her jeans to relieve some tension, but it doesn't help for very long. She leaks a bit and manages to stop the flow, but only a few minutes later her bladder gives out and she soaks her jeans, after which she gives close up shots showing you the wet mess she made. (11:10)
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  3. View File another small collection of desperate jeans wettings Consider this a sequel to my last post, if you can't tell jeans are definitely my favorite. 😅 For some reason the screenshots switched order so I'll clarify which files are which (some files contain partial or full nudity File 1 (4th screenshot) - A short but sweet almost made it scenario, girl walks in the front door in a denim bodysuit, struggling to take it off before ultimately succumbing to her desperation. She then takes it off and shows the wet spot on her grey panties before stripping everything off and leaving it in a pile on the floor as she makes her way to the shower. (5:36) File 2 (5th screenshot) - Two latina girls stand in the middle of the road supposedly after a party, still holding a drink and smoking a cigarette as they talk. The description of the original video was that they were having an argument of some sort but it seems more playful than genuinely heated. (nothing can be heard, it's just the sounds of the inside of the car/the music) They both squirm, shifting their weight from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing their legs casually. They both lose control almost at exactly the same time and the girl in the white shirt leaves a visible puddle on the ground. (5:02) File 3 (6th screenshot) - A very short locked out scenario, three roommates go to take out the trash together only to be locked out by their friend. They beg to be let back in and all squirm until they can no longer hold back. They try to find somewhere in the yard they can pee but there's too many people around, lined up against the wall of the house each of them loses control, the girls on the ends in cotton yoga pants and the girl in the middle in a cute pair of ripped jeans. (2:45) File 4 (1st screenshot) - Not a whole lot to say about this one, girl slowly leaks out every drop of piss into her jeans, completely flooding them and eventually half-pulling her jeans and panties down to let the rest go and shaking her butt a little before pulling them back up. (3:42) File 5 (2nd screenshot) - A Latina girl is watching a movie with her boyfriend on the couch. Not wanting to get up to miss anything, and also enjoying spending time with you, she decides to just hold her pee until the end. She fidgets, holds her crotch, and eventually confesses that she needs to pee, but knows it turns you on so she continues holding to tease you. She stands up and sits back a few times, trying to do anything she can to hold it in. Eventually, her desperation wins and she loses control. After she completely soaks her jeans, she teases you for a while, showing every angle of her embarrassing accident. (7:19) File 6 (3rd screenshot) - A girl with a cute voice squirms for you, desperately holding and being very vocal about her need to pee. About half way through, the building pressure in her bladder forces her to unbutton her jeans to relieve some tension, but it doesn't help for very long. She leaks a bit and manages to stop the flow, but only a few minutes later her bladder gives out and she soaks her jeans, after which she gives close up shots showing you the wet mess she made. (11:10) Submitter gbj Submitted 07/16/2024 Category Female  
  4. [PART 1] Sean and Ryan had been best friends forever. Since childhood and now into their 30s they'd shared a lot - they'd lived together for a while in their 20s and had a lot of interests in common. One thing they also had in common was their weak bladders. As much as they tried to plan around it, cover it up, or be near a bathroom at all times, both men tended to have an accident in his pants about once a week. Since childhood they'd both struggled with bedwetting as well. It was part of why they had become and stayed best friends. Other people may make fun of them or be turned off by their bladder issues, but they had a mutual understanding. This history was what sparked Ryan's idea for their guys trip to Vegas - why not avoid embarrassment and wet trousers by wearing diapers during the times where they might not be able to rush to the toilet? It was something he'd been thinking about a lot lately, ever since he'd wet his pants on a date with someone he really liked, but became so embarrassed he had to end the relationship all together. He thought about how much easier it would have been if he'd been wearing a diaper under his jeans - what it felt like to rush from his table to the bathroom, only to feel the warmth of his urine spreading across his crotch and down his legs as he gripped the door handle; his embarrassed walk back to the table, telling his date he'd have to leave because he'd wet his pants. Getting home that night he peeled off his soaked jeans and the once-white briefs that were now yellow. He didn't want to face this again. So, when he rolled up to Sean's condo, there was an extra bag in his trunk. Sean threw his bag in the backseat and prepared to jump in the passenger seat, but to his surprise, Ryan turned off the car and got out. "What's going on, dude?" Sean asked, "I thought we were in a hurry. Didn't we want to go to that show tonight?" They did indeed want to go to an underground club featuring a band they'd both heard (with the hilarious name Dr. Porkchop) and would need to make the trip quickly if they were going to get checked into their hotel and out to the show in time, but Ryan winked at his friend. "I have a way that we can make the trip even faster. Come on." And with that, he grabbed a large duffle bag out of his trunk and motioned for his friend to lead the way back into the condo. Upon entering he turned left into Sean's living room and put the bag on the coffee table. "What if I had a way for us to drive all the way to Vegas without a need to stop for a bathroom break?" "That's not possible," Sean said. "That's a 3-hour drive and you know our bladders. Even if we hadn't had anything to drink since breakfast - and I have - there is no way both of us would make it to Vegas without wetting our pants. I just wet myself this morning on my run! Thankfully I was wearing my shiny black shorts so no one could tell... beyond that puddle I left." Ryan smirked. "Oh but my friend, there is a way." and with that, he unzipped the duffle bag and pulled out... a diaper. It was an Abena M4, white with blue lines and yellow wetness indicators that would turn blueish-green and then disappear completely when they got wet. Sean stared at him, dumbfounded. "Dude, what?" But his friend cut him off. "Think about it. No need to stop, no need to bring extra pants, no throwing out your underwear after another gush of piss floods it. We can just zoom along, get to Vegas and shower when we get there!" "But... its diapers. We'd be wearing diapers!!" Ryan tilted his head, "How different can it be from the Goodnites our parents made us wear at sleepovers in high school? Didn't they make mornings of sleepovers so much easier? AND avoid us embarrassment?" Sean looked skeptically at the bag. "That is a point... and if I make it, no one needs to know..." Ryan smiled, "if you don't make it, no one needs to know. Besides me..." he laughed. Sean breathed in deeply. He was worried about wetting his pants in Ryan's car. If, for no other reason than his friend's car, a diaper made sense. "OK, but I can't be the only one, you have to..." Before he even finished his sentence, Ryan unzipped and pulled down his jeans, revealing that he was already wearing a diaper, which was currently dry. "OK OK OK," Sean said. "How do I put it on? If you're suddenly the expert!" "Take your pants off and lie down, I put it on you." "Are... are you sure?" There had never been anything romantic or sexual between Ryan and Sean. "Oh get over yourself," Ryan said. "We lived together for 4 years and took gym class together in high school. Not to mention leant each other clothes after accidents. I've seen your dick before!" Sean had to agree this was true and reluctantly pulled down his khakis and underpants and lay down on the couch. He watched as his friend pulled open the diaper, like a butterfly opening its wings, and lifted his butt so his friend could slide the material under. "This is just so strange!" He laughed. He lay there passively as his friend taped up the diaper and pressed in the crotch area. "Alright buddy, clam down." he laughed again. When they were sure the diaper was secure, he got up, put his pants back on and got in the car and headed on their way. [Part 2 coming very soon, chime in if you have anything you want to see these guys get up to once they get to Vegas!]
  5. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  6. Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never
  7. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  8. Hello! I’ve decided to start an interactive story! But first, we need a character. Please chose from the following lists: gender: male or female bladder size: tiny, small, average, large or giant personality: shy or outgoing Bedwetter?: every night, most nights, occasionally, rarely, never attributes (choose as many as you’d like, and you can suggest extras): distractible, overly confident holding ability, easy leaking, latchkey incontinence, stress incontinence, well hydrated, pee shy, sensitive to water sounds when desperate, etc. EDIT: Here are some attributes that others have suggested and a few I thought of later: struggles to feel the need to pee, general incontinence, can pee standing, likes skirts, occasionally wears diapers
  9. so this happened a couple weeks ago and i finally am having the courage to speak on it, but i took a trip with friends for a weekend, down by a beach area. it was super fun (had another completely separate desperate moment down there that i’ll write about later), but on the way back we hit some crazy traffic. it’s been super hot where i live, so i’ve been hydrating way more than i normally do. electrolyte drinks (that make me piss more), water, and anything to keep cool. i knew i’d have to piss eventually, but the unexpected traffic shoved me in a predicament i didn’t expect. cut to me, squeezed in the middle of this car, trying to press my legs together and hold my piss in. i’m wearing a crop top and these pink stretchy shorts (i’ll show a pic of what they look like) with no panties, because i was feeling brave. at this point i can feel my bladder starting to fill rapidly, and the urge is start to rear its corner. it feels like a twinge near my pussy that’s way, way too familiar at this point. up until now i’ve had a full bottle of water, a gatorade and half of another bottle of water. and then we roll directly into bumper to bumper traffic. had we not hit that traffic, maybe i would have made it. but after twenty minutes, i can’t hide it from even my friends anymore. “what’s wrong” they ask and i’m just, pinching my pussy with my fingers while trying to explain to them that if we don’t hit a rest stop soon, i may piss in the car. my friend driving seemed to take things seriously, but my girl on my right of me seemed to think it was funny seeing me so desperate. meanwhile, i’m just trying to keep it all at bay. another ten minutes later, a second hand is down my crotch. everyone has stopped poking fun and it’s grown quiet because yeah, we’re not sure when we’re gonna be driving normally again. and i’m sure that they can tell that the need is only getting worse. i almost wished someone was just as desperate with me but of course i was left to suffer alone. a few key minutes pass then — there seems to be a break in traffic after a while, but then my friend accidentally hits on the brakes hard because they’re about to run into someone and it flings me forward a little. in that moment, the seatbelt lodges itself into my stomach and the force of it, i can feel trickle down to my bladder. i’m trying to squeeze everything tighter because there’s no way that this is going to make me burst, but unfortunately i’d already leaked onto the seats a little. which was, embarrassing, because i was sitting in the middle of a three seater. luckily my friends laughed it off but that wasn’t changing the situation at all because i needed to piss so bad it was starting to make me stupid. i begged for them to pull over but they insisted that a rest stop was on the way, and that i’d make it. which yes, traffic was finally letting up and i could see the sign and god relief was so, so close. so we drive to the rest stop. as soon as we get there, all my friends hop out of the car and wait on me to get out. it’s at this point that i realize that i’m really, really not going to make it. everything i drank i could feel desperately fighting to be pushed out of me. it was a rare feeling for me, but god i knew i was going to either make it at the very last moment or not make it at all. i slowly got myself out of the car, hunched over, legs crossed and hands in between my legs, pinching back the torrent of piss waiting to be released. they all start to walk ahead of me but i can feel myself getting slower, and myself slowly, slowly not being able to hold it together. there’s a flight of stars in front of me but i barely make it up the first step before another jet of piss leaks into my shorts. i doubled over, trying to catch and control it but there was no hope. only one of my friends realized i had stopped, and i couldn’t hide from her as i hobbled to the side and started to piss myself through my shorts. it was warm and wet and it felt like i was never going to stop for a moment. the puddle i left behind was huge, split between the concrete and the grass. no one else was really around, thank god, but i knew my friend watching my absolutely and utterly lose control. i’m sure i looked wonderful pissing myself like that, floods and floods of piss falling from my shorts like a goddamn waterfall. only now am i realizing how hot that was. especially my friend that just…watched. eventually they all found out a pissed myself in the end and made me sit on towels. and after a couple of lame jokes we never really talked about it again. first time pissing myself like that outside, it was absolutely insane. but i hope someone enjoys this!
  10. Chapter 1: The Third Date Evan had been in the shower long enough that the water had turned cold. It was mostly a testament to how shitty the water heater in the building was, more than to how long of a shower he had taken, even though he had spent longer in there than usual—soaping up from head to toe, cutting his toenails and grooming a bit below-the-belt. There was still shampoo in his hair, but thanks to his short hairstyle a quick rinse was enough to get it out. Stepping out of the shower, he noticed an unread message on his phone. He read it and smiled to himself—it was his date letting him know that she had to stay a while longer at work, but that Evan could come by her place at the time they'd agreed on anyway, promising him a cold beer to drink while he waited for her to get ready. Evan had been talking to Sydney for close to a month, and tonight would be their third date. He knew third dates didn't automatically mean something would happen, but he still hoped it would, who could blame him? Sydney was smoking hot, and even though the age difference—her 37 to his 28—had given him pause when they first started talking, he had barely thought about it after getting to know her better. So, after Evan had dried off, and with high expectations about how the evening might end, he chose his outfit with a bit more care than usual. He started with a pair of plain white boxers, and on top of that, he pulled on a pair of dark blue chinos and a light blue shirt which he paired with a pullover in a warm brown color that he'd been told brought out the hazel in his eyes. To finish the look, he laced up a pair of white sneakers. Checking the time and seeing that he only had a couple minutes until he needed to be out the door he made one last trip to the bathroom—as was his habit before leaving his apartment—and while he finished up he went back and forth in his mind about whether he should wear one of the “absorbent shields” that he usually wore when leaving the house. On one hand, he didn't want to have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom to remove it if things turned heated at the end of the evening, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to risk any leakage showing through his pants. It’s not that he expected he could keep his issue a secret if they kept seeing each other, but it wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to having. He'd learned to live with it and accept his incontinence as something he could manage but most likely never get rid of, but it had taken him most of his life to get to that point, so stand to reason that it'd be hard for anyone else to accept it as well. That was his experience in previous relationships at least, which more often than not had sizzled out after the talk. Sydney seemed different though. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, he had only known for a month after all. Just because she was older than him didn't mean that she'd react to the news more maturely than any other woman he'd dated, but he’d deal with that problem later. After a few more seconds of deliberation, he reached into the cupboard beneath the sink, bringing out a pad, and affixing it to his underwear. They were going to a restaurant, so he figured he could just remove it in the bathroom before they left. . When Evan got there, Sydney was by her front door, looking through her purse. “Oh, hi! I just need to find my keys and I'll get you that beer I promised,” Sydney said, shooting Evan a wink. He didn’t mind waiting for her seeing as he hadn't had much opportunity to sit down and just breathe today—having come directly home from work himself, and straight into the shower. “I won't say no to a beer, but don't feel like you have to rush.” Sydney got the door open and turned to him with a smile. “Someone taught you well,” she said, entering the large hallway of her house, kicking off her shoes. Evan laughed. “Growing up with three sisters hasn't left me much of a choice. The last time I complained about things taking too long I almost got my eye taken out by an eyeshadow palette.” “And here I thought growing up with brothers was rough,” she said, giving a low whistle. “Anyway, it shouldn't take me too long to get ready, I just need a change of clothes and to freshen up my makeup. But let's get you that beer.” She walked into the room next to the hallway—an open-plan kitchen and living room—and made her way to the fridge. “Let's see. I've got Heineken, Stella aaand a couple of bottles of my brother's newest midlife crisis project—drink at your peril,” she said, turning to him with a joking glint in her eye. “Haven't had a Stella in forever.” “Good choice,” she said, twisting off the cap and handing him the beer. “You look great by the way, I love that sweater on you,” she complimented, letting her hand brush against his arm. “I'll go get ready as well—feel free to put on some music or snoop around if you get bored.” She disappeared into what Evan assumed was her bedroom, and he spent the next thirty or so minutes emptying his beer and looking around the house. He wouldn't describe her house as cluttered, but she had a lot of stuff to browse through. There were pictures of her with friends and family, bookshelves full of books and random little trinkets, and an impressive—although dated—collection of music CDs. He was looking through the CDs when she got back from the bedroom, wearing a long skirt with a matching top. “Wow,” he said, trying not to fumble with the CD case he was holding. “You look amazing.” “Thank you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Had to step up my game. You set the bar pretty high.” It had been a while since Evan dated someone who complimented his looks as readily as Sydney did. Most of the women his age seemed reluctant to—maybe in an effort to play hard to get, he didn't know. He liked this better though. “Thanks,” he said, holding out his arm. “Ready to leave?” She grabbed his arm, the bracelet around her wrist jingling softly. “Yes, let's go.” . He felt it the moment he sat down in the passenger seat—the familiar aching pressure in his bladder. The restaurant was a 15-minute drive away, at most. That's nothing, he should be able to hold it for 15 minutes, come on. Still, he looked back at Sydney's house. Relief a simple ‘sorry, just need to take a quick leak’ away. But … it would have been weird, right? 15 measly minutes to the restaurant—even if someone was bursting they'd be able to hold it for 15 minutes. Someone other than Evan, at least. But, he didn't even have to go that bad. No, it's okay, he could hold it. He had to. Roughly five minutes later, Evan wished he could go back in time, punch himself, and just use the damn bathroom like he knew he should have. He hadn't been careless enough to put himself in this kind of situation in months, maybe a year even—normally in tune with his body enough to know his limits—and he felt a sense of panic mounting with each urgent twinge from his bladder. The only comfort he could hang onto was that he'd had the foresight to put on a pad. That would save his pants when he inevitably lost a few spurts. He just hoped that it would happen the way it usually did, in front of the toilet, where he could get his hand down his pants and clamp down until he had the chance to position himself, getting most of it in the toilet. He barely even considered the latchkey leakage part of his issues anymore, it was just how things went for him, and with the pads he didn't have to cope with an annoying wet spot in his underwear or having to keep extras with him to change, paranoid about smelling like stale urine as the day went on. He knew he'd gone a bit nose blind to the smell himself, so he took extra care when he was around people. At home he was lazy about it from time to time, not wanting to use up more of the pads than necessary, his sweatpants ending up with wet spots that he ignored until they dried again. Yes, it was kind of gross, but … he liked being gross sometimes. Not right now, though. The last thing he wanted was Sydney to find out by getting it shoved in her face—not literally—before he'd had a chance to tell her in a more dignified setting. But he doubted he'd be lucky enough to get out of this situation without an incident leading to him having to awkwardly explain himself to Sydney. He just hoped it would be because he'd had to run inside the restaurant the moment the car stopped, instead of … no, he didn't even want to think about worse scenarios—something that was easier said than done when his bladder kept firing signals of impending doom, making his heart thunder away in his chest, sweat breaking out on his forehead. The aching pressure he'd felt at the start of the ride had begun to morph into something else. A stinging sensitivity at the tip of his dick made him wish he could get his hand down there, fight pressure with pressure and ease the discomfort for just a few seconds. He couldn't do that, of course, but he also couldn't keep himself from readjusting the way he was seated—struggling to find a balance between outright squirming in his seat, and finding a position that would give him an ounce of relief. Sydney didn't seem to notice—thank god—as she was too busy keeping track of traffic. The two of them were far from the only people planning a dinner out tonight, and it struck Evan that the expected 15-minute ride would probably end up closer to 20 minutes. Shit. In a stroke of luck, he found a way to sit that eased the pressure on his bladder considerably and he spent the next 10 minutes practically frozen in that position, praying to whatever cosmic entity out there that he’d make it, trying to ignore the dull ache slowly returning. Just a couple more minutes till the restaurant. A couple more minutes till the bathroom, he kept repeating in his mind like a mantra as they reached the last stoplight before their destination—he could even see the lights from the restaurant, and—oh no. He crossed his legs, a gasp involuntarily escaping him, earning a glance from Sydney, as a wave of urgency that made a cold chill running down the back of his neck overtook him. His bladder started spasming painfully, the last of his control slipping. It started slow, white-hot heat seeping out of him, but he didn't have any delusions that he'd be able to keep it that way long enough to get to the bathroom before the pad reached capacity. It wasn't made to hold much, and definitely not made to soak up liquid coming as fast as it did when your muscles gave up—something that was imminent, judging by the cramping flutters increasing in strength. The car came to a stop, and the only thing Evan could hope for was getting out of the car fast enough to avoid destroying the seat. He glanced down, the bulging of the pad glaringly obvious to him, but his pants were still dry as he unbuckled his seat belt and scrambled to get out of the car. He slammed the door shut, leaning against the side of the car, unsure of if his legs would hold him as urine started pouring out of him fast enough that it came through the fabric of his pants, liquid spattering down onto the concrete, rapidly forming a puddle. He barely heard Sydney shutting the door on her side of the car over his panicked breathing, mind going a mile a minute trying to figure out a way to stop her from walking over to him—obviously wondering why he stopped right outside of the car—but coming up short, aside from a weak, “Wait, don't … ” as Sydney rounded the front of the car. “What are you—Oh,” she said, stopping dead in her tracks in front of him, a surprised expression on her face. Evan looked away before it turned into a look of disgust, trying to spare himself the humiliation. His face was burning, the stinging heat of embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck, every instinct screaming at him to get out of there—leg it, get back to his apartment, delete and block her number, and try to forget it ever happened—but his legs wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, awaiting her reaction. At least the puddle at his feet had stopped expanding, but the slant of the ground had the pee running in a slow rivulet alongside the car, toward where Sydney was standing—as if she needed further evidence of what had happened. She stepped to the side, her high heels scraping against the asphalt, echoing loudly in the awkward silence. A pained noise escaped Evan despite himself, snapping Sydney out of her silent contemplation about the situation, and before he knew it she was in front of him, hand stretched out in a tentative gesture. “Hey, no, don't be embarrassed, it's okay,” she said, her hand coming to rest on his arm. She looked around the parking lot, toward the restaurant, before trying to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, there's no one around, no one saw you.” You saw, he thought, but brought himself to meet her gaze. There was no look of disgust on her face, no condescending glare, just concern and maybe a bit of confusion, which was fair. He owed her an explanation. He grimaced. “Shit, I'm sorry, I … “ Yeah, what? Thought he could hold it? Thought that he could drink a beer and hold it for 20 minutes? No, of course not, not him, not with his stupid fucking bladder, God— The hand on his arm gave a comforting squeeze, pulling him out of his self-deprecating spiral. “Don't worry about it, just …” She looked around the parking lot again, thinking. “You know what, let's get back in the car, yeah? Just let me—” She opened the back door, leaning in and pulling out an empty grocery bag from the pocket on the backseat before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, the seat,” she said before nudging past him and placing the bag onto the passenger seat. Evan took a deep breath, wincing at the growing coldness of wet fabric, and prepared himself for a very awkward drive back. -*- Thank you for reading! I have a few more chapters of the aftermath planned/half-written, so if you liked the first chapter let me know - my biggest motivation for writing is knowing that other people enjoy reading it ❤️
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  12. I've tried to make this as immersive as possible. Listen on a pair of headphones for the full effect. As always, contains female desperation, wetting and themes of a sexual nature. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Enjoy! the-detention.mp3
  13. Hello! I’m going to try my hand at this again. I’ll learn more on what to do as this goes on and get better. Hopefully it goes well! First we need to chose a guy: Tommy- Tommy is your average male young adult. He is not shy but not vocal either. Tommy has long brown hair. Josh- Josh is a body builder with tons of muscles. He is known to be a tough and strong guy. He is always very vocal and has short black hair. Next we got to choose an outfit: Undies: A) Briefs B) Boxers Pants: A) Jeans B) Shorts C) Pajamas Let’s choose! (Ex: Josh, A, A)
  14. First time posting here! Yesterday I went to an outdoor concert with a friend, who does not know I'm into omo, but occasionally will have an accident herself and isn't particularly embarrassed to talk about them. The concert was supposed to begin at 1pm, so we met up for lunch at 12 and had a few pints before making our way to the venue. We didn't mean to drink as much as we did, but as various support acts kept coming out, we kept taking turns to buy 'one last pint' as we thought for sure the main event would be on next. We both used the portaloos twice, but as time went on, the crowd got busier and busier, and we didn't want to lose our spot. By the time the main artist came out, I was feeling pretty desperate. It had been raining, so the ground was completely soaked and everyone was wearing rain coats. I thought that perhaps I could let a little bit out to relieve a bit of the pressure that my bladder was feeling, which worked for a second, but of course I felt even worse afterwards. I was wearing a short skirt and tights - but I also had a second pair of underwear over the tights which turned out to be a bit of a mistake! Someone had told me that it helps to keep tights from falling down, which I suppose it did, but it didn't much help me in that moment, as I had three layers to try and subtly piss through. The artist was performing, and it was such a good show that I really didn't want to miss any of it by wasting time trying to get all the way back out to the portaloos, so I tried to very subtly reach beneath my skirt and push both pairs of underwear to the side, so that I would be pissing straight into the tights, aiming to keep my skirt completely dry. I kept letting out tiny spurts, trying to make sure that no one would notice. It was pretty exhilarating, I very rarely allow myself to do this sort of thing out in public, even when I'm desparate, saving it for when I have an empty house and can clean up privately. After a while of letting out little spurts, I could feel that my tights were getting a little bit wet in the crotch, but nothing too unmanageable. I didn't know how much I still had left to pee, so I mentioned to my friend that I really needed to go and use the toilet. She told me just to piss myself, as she likely would be doing the same very son. I'm usually quite shy and embarrassed about this sort of thing, likely because I actually like the feeling of it, rather than just pissing myself because I can't help it like her. But as soon as she said those words, it just started coming out of me. I was able to regain control fairly quickly, but I couldn't believe the amount I had just let go. Instead of just having a slightly wet crotch, I was soaked up to my mid thigh. Luckily my skirt was probably long enough to cover anything that would be visible. I decided to try and hold the rest until we could leave. Eventually my friend was desperate enough that we decided to make our way out to the portaloos during one of the last songs. I admitted to her that I had already let half go, and she laughed and said she had too. Luckily there was no line, and I was able to go straight in. Obviously I lost control as soon as the door shut, with piss gushing out of me as I tried to take my tights down, but it wasn't too disastrous. I sat on the portaloo and finished my piss, which lasted longer than I even thought possible considering how much I had already let out! I had a pack of tissues on me and was able to soak up most of the damage from my first pair of underwear, but decided to remove the second pair and wrap it up in a tissue. As we walked out to the station, my tights were still pretty wet, but by the time we got on the train, they'd pretty much dried off. It's good to know that they were pretty quick to dry, as this might be one to repeat another time (a bit more on purpose perhaps).
  15. So this story starts as all good stories on a friday afternook after our lessons finished. Me and a couple of friends shared a few beers and talked shit for a while, before we split up and headed home. For me that involved an 50/60 minute lone bus ride and a short walk at the end. The first beer or two had made their way through my system, so I figured I should visit the bathroom before getting on the bus. A decision that in hinsight might have proved wrong as I for the first time really experienced seal breaking. The bus hadn't been moving for more than a couple of minutes before my bladder started sitting a bit heavy. I commended myself on having peed before getting on the bus as it would have been very uncomfortable already if I hadn't. Almost as if wishing on a cursed monkey paw my bladder decided to inform me that it was going to get very uncomfortably very quick. It kept asking to let go, more and more insistant each time and it didn't even take 15 minutes of sitting in the bus before I had to undo the top of my jeans. For the next couple of stops I played the very common public transport game of "If I can make it to the next stop I'm good." Focussing on one stop at a time and - often - readjusting my sitting position helped. As long as it could. As I shivered and sweat ran down my back I had to face the facts. I would pee myself in this bus seat before getting anywhere close to my stop. I had no other option than to get off asap and find somewhere to pee. Unfortunatly the section of the route the bus had reached apparantly had a fair distance between some of the stops and before the bus pulled to the side of the road I had to desperatly fight against the voice in my head saying that I could just pee a little to take the pressure off - an idea that sounded so very tempting. The bus finally pulled over and I rushed as noncelantly as possible off the bus and looked around. The stop I'd gotten off at was on the outskirts of a small villiage with a couple field seperated by a small pathway. Luckily I was the only person getting off at that stop and I just frantically started walking down the pathway looking for privacy. As soon as the bus had pulled away I pulled my dick out and was peeing before I had even had the chance to aim. Luckily the only damage to my clothes was the wet spot in my underwear that had formed waiting for the bus to stop. When my bladder finally said empty and I sighed content, that I'd avoided embarrasment and possibly a fine. I figured I might as well walk through the village to the furthest stop I could reach before the next bus arrived. The stop I decided on waiting the last bit before the next bus was the one on the other side that also had a small busshelter. Something that came in very handy as my bladder was already asking to be emptied again. Not wanting to have a repeat of the close call I decided to pee again in the most covered corner of the shelter. I'm still astounded that I had to pee some much so often as I've both before and since drunk more alcohol without it having that effect on my bladder.
  16. View File Superstore - Poor supermarket employee has to holds Her pee until the end of her shift Superstore Season 02 Episode 05 Synopsis: A group of employees working at Cloud 9, a big-box store in St Louis, Missouri, faces several challenges while dealing with customers and at the same time attending to their personal requirements. Scene: Diana (portrayed by Lauren Ash) a supermarket employee is being denied the ladies' room by a colleague of hers as payback. She held her pee during the entire shift and was forced to purchase a stapler just to empty her bladder because the restrooms were only for customers. Unfortunately no peeing scene is shown. Submitter JasperOverflow Submitted 07/08/2024 Category Female  
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    DLEE-747 has JKs who can't get to the bathroom because someone is already inside... When the occupant leaves, some rush in, but have an accident over the toilet, others lose it outside whilst waiting. Gym clothes, Skirts, this vid has the lot! Enjoy 😁
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  18. View File I (kind of) made it - torturous waistband knot causes man to leak in his shorts I haven’t used the bathroom in hours, and I just make it in. Unfortunately my waistband knot gets in the way and causes some…. ….complications Submitter pp_pant Submitted 07/11/2024 Category Male  
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  20. Okay so I though that my first actually post here should be a story of my first and only wetting. So for some background, I still live with my parents so I don't have much opportunity to try wetting myself, we'll no problem I just stick to holding it in and most of the time I manage to use the toilet before it gets too serious (unless I'm home alone, then I like to be more risky). About two weeks ago I was left home alone, it was the perfect opportunity for me to do a little hold, that was all it was supposed to be, a hold with no wetting. Well things escalated quickly. It started with me putting on a really tight pair of underwear and a skirt so leaks wouldn't be so easily visible if anyone came home. In the background I put on a video with water sounds, or to be more specific this: Somehow this specific video always increases my desperation so I listen to it while doing those 'try not to pee' quizzes. This time I decided that I wouldn't use the toilet immediately after my desperation hit, I was home alone after all. So about 1,5 litre in and I'm squirming. (I have a small bladder, I know, I'm short) I wanted to challenge myself so I waddled towards the bathroom. I decided to try and take a shower without peeing. Before I managed to undress tho I leaked a bit and had to cross my legs. I decided that I needed to punish myself for the small leak, so I walked towards the kitchen slowly and drank a cup of tea. Then I went back to the bathroom. I tried undressing as fast as I could so I wouldn't wet my clothes. I got into the shower and turned on the water, it immediately made me squirm and cross my legs, I loved how desperate I was so I tried to hold it. I didn't really clean myself too well because I was too busy crossing my legs and pee dancing, but after about 10 minutes I turned off the water and got out. I wrapped myself in the towel and actually felt proud of myself that I managed to hold it like that, showers always made me wee, no matter If I was desperate or not, so it was actually a surprise I didn't pee this time. I decided to get dressed, I wanted to hold it in front of the toilet (come on we all know that it feels like the relief is so close yet it's so far away). I managed to put on my panties and skirt when I felt a leak. I quickly crossed my legs tightly and shoved my hands between my thighs to hold myself. I knew what was about to happen, I was about to wet myself. I practically ran towards the toilet, squirming and spurting with each move. My underwear was wet by the time I managed to pull it down. I sat down on the toilet but then I realized I was mostly empty, most of my piss was in my underwear and floor. Of course I had to clean everything up before anyone came back, but it was worth it. It felt great and I want to do more stuff like that in the future. I hope that whoever is reading this enjoyed my desperation lol
  21. I wet the bed last night. I am single, so luckily I do not share a bed with anyone. I have never wet the bed since I was potty trained, so this definitely came as a shock to me. I was having a dream, and in the dream I needed to pee very, very badly, and couldn’t find a bathroom. Against my best efforts, I started peeing my pants and couldn’t stop it. I was humiliated. Well, when I woke up, my pants and sheets were soaked, and i was actively still peeing the bed. Like in the dream, I couldn’t stop it. Once I did, my body immediately filled with embarrassment, even though I’m the only one who knows it happened. To make matters worse, turns out I didn’t empty my bladder because when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, I started going again, full force. I tried to stop it for a second but realized it was no use and basically ran to the bathroom holding my crotch. There was little left by the time I got there. I Was completely shocked. Basically, I wet the bed and peed my pants while awake within the same timeframe. And yes, I did go before bed last night. I have urine retention/bladder prolapse, and we know I’m no stranger to leaking urine and the occasional accident when I cant quite make it in time. But I also have a very weak stream, I’ve never peed with this much force (especially unwillingly). I heard the hissing, and i left a pee trail and had a little puddle below me in the bathroom. completely unintentional.
  22. I was in the office today, and was finishing up my day there. It came time for me to leave, so I began to pack my things up and head out. I only live about 20 minutes from the office, so I wasn’t that concerned with the restroom, as I didn’t really need to go and it wasn’t a far drive. About five minutes into my drive, I suddenly had to go. I think my pelvic floor is a little weak today, as yesterday I did do a little hold, and my urgency really only grew. I could feel my urine starting to have that pressure like feeling on my urethra. Instinctively, I started to breathe a little deeper. I was not intending an accident today. I kept thinking to myself “it isn’t far, you’ll get to a bathroom soon. You’ve held it longer with more urgency before.” I guess the thought of the bathroom did something, because right then I felt myself leak. And not just a little dribble, I felt my underwear get damp. I clenched and thought “no no no, not now”, and tried to focus on music. I will note, my leaks on this ride home were not forceful nor did they last more than a second. A couple minutes later, I leaked again, and another leak followed quickly after. My underwear was damp. I still had 5-8 minutes left on my drive home. If I leak, it’s would due to stress incontinence. Even doing a hold yesterday, I had to trigger a leak by doing something forceful and then eventually just let it out. So these leaks were a little shocking to me. A couple minutes pass, and I felt like I gained enough composure and tried to distract my need to pee with music. I then a bigger leak than the first few. This one lasted a couple seconds. I grabbed my crotch and felt my pants had a wet patch. I was almost home at this point, as I turned into my neighborhood, i peed a soft steady stream for 4 seconds. When I parked my car a dribble or so came out. I clenched and very quickly looked down to inspect the damage and was shocked- I peed a good bit on my seat (I took a very quick snapshot for here, but genuinely didn’t want to have an accident so it isn’t the best). I must’ve been peeing more than I thought with each leak, because my pants were also quite wet. I couldn’t (and still can’t) believe how wet they were. I’ve never had an intentionally or unintentionally peed my pants outside my house, so stepping out of my car, I the breeze on my wet clothes was something new. I had another leak when I got out of my car, and another dribble walking to my house. There were people outside. I tried to pull my shirt over my butt to hide my circumstance, but it wasn’t really long enough. i get to my door, and latchkey got the best of me, because when i put my key in, i had a spurt, automatically following another steady stream of pee until I got into the house. I felt it starting to trickle down my leg. I took a breath and managed to stop peeing. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to hold. It took everything in me. I live on a second story, so as I made my way up the stairs, about halfway up, another spurt had left. I started to run, but that made pee more. I stopped in the hallway towards the bathroom and crossed my legs and told myself “you’re not doing this. I have a virtual meeting and don’t have time to clean up a pee trail or puddle”. To my surprise, I made it to the bathroom leak free. However, as soon as I entered, I lost control and started peeing full force. I heard hissing in my pants. (Due to urinary retention, my stream is often weak. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself hiss pee, especially not when I’m not going in the toilet). I couldn’t stop it. I froze for a couple of seconds because I was completely shocked as a puddle started to quickly form at my feet. I snapped myself out of it, still peeing full force, made my way to the toilet, and finished peeing in the toilet. I inspected my pants, and they were soaked. I peed a good bit on the floor and had a trail leading to the toilet. I’m still completely shocked that I just had an accident to that magnitude. That was a couple hours ago, my pelvic floor is clearly a little weak today cause I am peeing more frequently and dribbled once. Ill post if anything else happens 😅 here’s a picture of my car and the front of my pants- mind you, the damage was primarily in the back.
  23. Hey everyone. This is just a short story for an idea i had a little while ago. It’s my first time writing in a while and i’m hoping that i can do good and maybe craft a story people will enjoy? Let me know what you all think, and if i should continue. ————————————————————————————————————————————— 2nd March, 2032. New York City, USA. The end of the world had only been a few weeks ago. No one really knew what had happened or, at least, what had truly happened. Some people said that a viral outbreak had occurred, some experimental bacteria had escaped, gone rogue, mutated. People died, again, and again, more and more, and now even the most beautiful places, like New York, had their streets empty, their buildings nearly desolate. That’s the world that 18 year old Hazel Edwards lives in. Hazel had always been a little bit of a timid girl, the type that didn’t like getting into arguments, or scuffles. The type that had her hyper fixations and wanted to stay home to focus on them. She hadn’t changed much in the coming weeks, but the world had, it had become a lot harder, and people like her, who sometimes didn’t have it in them to do what needed to be done, were becoming exceedingly rare. She had been in bed. Her dad, who often stayed up late doing the odd thing here, and there had been the one to wake her. To tell her that the world would never be the same..She didn’t like thinking about that night. It brought back too many memories. She was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar pang in her abdomen, and a slight hand on her shoulder. She was crouched down a little, her bum only raised a few inches off the ground. The position one would take to pee, of course, and it seemed her bladder picked up on that. You see, if there was one thing Hazel had worried about before it had all gone down, it had been her nervous, borderline incontinent bladder. She had always had a small bladder, and a history of accidents, even as a kid, but it was manageable back then. When she had hit puberty, however, things took a very sharp turn, and suddenly, she found herself having to wear protection to avoid accidents almost all the time. The only problem was that in a post apocalyptic world, where the dead somehow walk, and try to kill you, diapers aren’t something you come by very easily, they are sparse, and rare, and that means that you have to opt for the latter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts as she raised herself up, putting her hands on her knees as she spoke. “Geez. You scared me.” She said, referring to the flinch that had occurred when her companion, a girl only a year older, had touched her shoulder. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been here without her. Brooklyn Dalton. Her best friend, her one true love, though she’d never admit that to her — she had been the one to save her life on that fateful day, and it seemed she had done it countless times over. Brooklyn smiled, and shook her head lightly. “You get scared about everything, Haz.” Hazel looked down, a soft, familiar blush coating her features. It was true, she was a little bit of a scaredy cat — she was surprised Brooklyn ever had wanted to be her friend, given they had met after her puberty, after her incidents turned into frequent accidents. She shook her head a little, unable to hide the blush on her features as she spoke. ”I-I do not. Anyways — we need to get supplies today — otherwise we’re gonna hit rock bottom.” “Come on, then!” She said, matter-of-factly. She’d always been good with numbers, and keeping track of them. And medicinal supplies were hard to find sometimes, but they were rewarding and important and something they most certainly needed. She hadn’t been prepared to be pulled by the hand by her partner, who was leading her towards a nearby pharmacy, one they had scouted out before on maybe one or two previous scavenges. It made the liquid in her bladder slosh around uncomfortably, and she nervously pressed a light hand to her crotch as she was pulled along. But she wasn’t afraid to make those gestures around Brooklyn. God, her friend had seen everything. She kept up as they ran towards the pharmacy, being very careful to be light on their feet, noise attracted the creatures. As they stepped in the pharmacy, the first thing that Hazel noted that she didn’t like was the way the blue lights on the ceiling seemed to flicker ominously. She didn’t like the lighting — in fact, she’d just never liked anywhere medicinal before, they were scary places, and that antiseptic smell gave her nightmares sometimes. She stepped in, feeling the cold, chilly breeze from outside fade as the door shut quietly behind them. She glanced around, the place wasn’t completely stocked, but it had some supplies, here and there and- Diapers! She, quite embarrassingly, found them to be the first thing she ran over to, eliciting a giggle from her counterpart. ”W-What? They’re hard to come by.” She mumbled, feeling her cheeks turn warm, the rosy red effect making her try to nervously smile so that the whole situation didn’t seem awkward. She pulled open her bag, but then, feeling a sharp pang of desperation, she dropped to her knees, pressing a hand into her crotch again. This was the issue. It built suddenly, without warning — she’d be fine, and then there’d be an urge so strong that it would take her feet from under her. Brooklyn rushed to her aid, pressing a comforting hand on her back as Hazel sighed shakily. “I-I’m okay. Just a wave, it’ll pass.” She mumbled quietly, to which Brooklyn nodded a little, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze, before she wandered off to the other side, as to look for other supplies, like bandages. First aid. It made Hazel a little embarrassed that the first thing she had looked for was diapers. She opened her bag a little timidly, having to stand on her tippy toes and jump to grab whatever was left of the packages, which she stuffed snuggly in her bag. Then, zipping that up, she decided to go and check for some other items. Painkillers helped, a lot. It just sucked that they were stored in the back room. Letting Brooklyn browse, she decided to head in that direction, to see if she could actually be useful for once. She passed the threshold, and began to look on the shelves for whatever could be useful. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she did, the pangs of desperation becoming noticeably hard for her to deal with, as she kept bending a little to press a hand to the crotch of her light blue jeans. She moved again, deeper in this time, as she found some painkillers! She snatched them up in her bag, unzipping it with startlingly speed as she shoved them in, the back room was giving her the creeps and she’d like to get out of ther- As she lowered her bag, having done the zip back up, she saw it. The rabid monster, a zombie. And it was right in front of her. It swung for her face, and she just about got out of the way. Grabbing a box off the shelf, she launched it at its face, and while it made it stumble, it didn’t do much. She did her best to try and move out of the room, but given her urge..she couldn’t really run. Hisssssss…. She felt it as she tried to move sharply out of the way. A leak, it broke the seal, and she found herself trying to move slower, to avoid an accident. Priorities, girl, seriously! As she reached the threshold, she tripped over the doorwell, another leak escaped, flooding her panties and causing a wet spot to form, the size of a golf ball, on her shorts. It followed hastily, and as it attacked, she had no choice but to sort of roll onto her back from her sitting position and kick up as hard as she could. It worked, she struck it square in the jaw, but it also was way too much movement for her bladder. She started pissing herself uncontrollably, pee hissing down her stomach as she kicked again, and again, out at the freak of a monster. She shouted for Brooklyn, she could feel tears filling up in her eyes. This was too much, she was too damn scared! Then, as it overwhelmed her, her converse shoes doing little to hurt it now, Brooklyn came behind her, and struck it HARD in the face with a metal rod, crushing its jaw. Then she hit it again, and again. This gave hazel time to get her wits about her again. To try and stand on her legs, which felt like jelly as she continued to soil herself. A large puddle had formed beneath her and now she knew why she had run for the diapers first no matter how embarrassing it was. Because she needed them, to avoid this. ”S-Sorry.” She mumbled, tears trickling down her face as she forced herself up. She always got tearful after accidents like this. Because even in an apocalyptic world, people just pissing themselves wasn’t the norm. Thankfully, Brooklyn was the greatest person she could have ever met, and despite her wet clothes, enveloped her in a hug. She took a handful of the girl’s sweaty hair into her palm as she tried to soothe her. ”Hey, hey, it’s alright. It happens, okay?“ Hazel looked so embarrassed, which was definitely fair, who wouldn’t be? But she nodded, doing her best to wipe her tears with her sleeve, and the two walked out of the pharmacy a little over two minutes later. Half of that had been spent just cuddling. Hazel looked embarrassed as her friend held her hand, and they took the careful route back to the outpost, which they shared with a few other people, ones who were far less fond of Hazel’s accidents than brooklyn was. Finally, they reached home. And things looked up. Hazel was able to rest and recuperate, get out of her nasty, wet clothes, Brooklyn helped her here and there, and then, having done their duty they got to spend the rest of the night together. Hazel couldn’t remember half of it. Only that they were in the same bed together, and she was very, very tired. ————————————————————————————————————————————— hi okay so! that’s chapter one, sorry it is probably kind of ass, but the next one should be better 🙂 let me know if you guys want me to continue this.
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    Superstore Season 02 Episode 05 Synopsis: A group of employees working at Cloud 9, a big-box store in St Louis, Missouri, faces several challenges while dealing with customers and at the same time attending to their personal requirements. Scene: Diana (portrayed by Lauren Ash) a supermarket employee is being denied the ladies' room by a colleague of hers as payback. She held her pee during the entire shift and was forced to purchase a stapler just to empty her bladder because the restrooms were only for customers. Unfortunately no peeing scene is shown.
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