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Suggested by @Grenn34. Had this one in the back burner for a few months. Caithlin planted her foot in the stadium floor and with all her strength mustered up a command. Her Pokémon charged forward with the intent to finish off the battle. However, the up and coming trainer proved to be quite the clever one. their Pokémon dodged and managed to strike down her Pokémon, completely knocking them out. Caithlin eyed her fallen Pokémon and with a deep breath, returned it to it's poke-ball. "You and you're pokemon...." She said as her eyes closed. Almost like she was hesitating to say the words. "You....You're both...e-excellent and elegant. To have been able to...ngh...battle against such a s-splendid team....It was my honor...." She said with a smile. The trainer got close to her to shake hand. and it was then that they noticed she was sweating profusely and her smile seemed incredibly forced. She let go of their hand and backed away. "Now then. I shall let you continue with....Ahhhhh~!!!!" She squeaked as she crossed her legs and jammed her hands between them. The trainer jumped back at the sudden noise and looked at her. They took a few steps towards her and she quickly tried playing it off. "Y-You haven't fought the rest of the elites,right?" She said with a forced smile. The trainer starred at her in confusion. "D-Don't concern yourself about me. G-Go.....EEEP!" She hunched over and crossed her legs. The trainer looked at her with worry. "P-Please! I insist! Go on ahead!" She said as she showed them the way to the next room. The trainer reluctantly agreed and trekked on. But not before thanking her for the battle, to wich she responded with a forced smile. With the trailer no longer in sight, she dropped her composure and began rubbing her thighs together with no restraint. "Can't hold it! I gotta go!" The trainer said in her mind. having neglected to visit the ladies room before doing her usual training and having to fight the trainer just now. She had been holding it for hours and she was very close to reaching her limit. She gritted her teeth, cringing at the dampness of her undergarments. She had let out a few leaks during the fight and she knew that if the didn't leave now, the next leak would be a full blown stream. She began running down the hallways of the building. Her hands between her legs as she looked around for the bathroom signs. "....So full....can't hold it...need bathroom...now!!!" She whispered to herself as kept running. However, the hallway seemed endless. No matter how much she ran, no doors came in sight. She kept running and running and running, hoping the coveted bathroom door would soon appear in front of her. But as she kept running and fighting back the pressure, the only thing that greeted her was more darkness. "EEP!!!!" She stopped dead in her tracks and hunched over. "N-No! No! No! Oh no! Please....Ahhh~" She moaned as she rubbed her tights together. A few drops landed on the floor below her and ran down her legs. Tears began to slide down her eyes as she realised what was about to happen. "N-No!" She said as another trickle escaped from her bladder. She gritted her teeth and crossed her legs tighter,but it was futile. Another stronger spurt had escaped from her abdomen and that's when she realized there was no stopping the dam that was about to break lose.... ............ ............ ........... ........... ........... ........... .......... "Ahh!!!!" Caithlin jumped up and looked around with several sweat droplets sliding down her face. Her hands still between her legs and tighs. However,something was off. Her rubbed her thighs and noticed that her dress wasn't soaked. Furthermore,she wasn't even wearing her dress anymore. Instead she was in her very-much-still-dry nightgown. "Huh....Where am......AAAAAH!" She said as she felt a strong twinge go through her body. She clenched her muscles and took deep breaths. The pressure briefly overriding her confusion. She breathed in and out and took a moment to look around. She wasn't in the hallways anymore. Instead she was in her bedroom and in her bed laid her Musharna,seemingly soundly as sleep next to the pillow her head was resting on. She looked around in confusion. "....Was that....a dream?" she asked herself,trying to recall how that dream played out. But every attempt resulted in waves of pain going through her abdomen. Her body tensed up and her jaw clenched tight. She didn't understand what was going on,but one thing was clear to her: She needed to pee very badly. and she needed to do so now! She clenched her fist and took a deep breath. She powerwalked towards the door and pulled on the doorknob. Trying her hardest to ignore the twinge that coursed through her with each step. As she left the room, Musharna's face seemed to turned her. The drowsing Pokémon expelled some mist from her body. It was colored dark, but it seemed to resemble a water stream and it had some yellow accents in it. Meanwhile, Caithlin took big steps through the hallway. Big steps that slowly transitioned into a run. Her concern began to increase as she kept running. With each step she could feel her grip on her bladder loosening more and more. But thankfully, she saw a beacon of hope in the dark hallways. The bathroom door. She opened the door and quickly closed it. Wasting no time.She bent over and took big steps towards the toilet. While biting her lip, she lifted her nightgown and yanked down her panties. The normally composed trainer hastily turned around and rested her rear on the toilet seat. And with no delay, the dam broke loose. A powerful hiss echoed off the hard walls of the bathroom, replacing the silence that had dominated her presence. "Ahhhhh...ahhhhh, oh...oh yeeeaaah," she let out a sigh of relief as her body was ejecting the pee inside of her. She allowed herself to lean her back against the toilet. She closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the sensation of letting go. Every audible breath and sigh from her staying within the confines of the bathroom. Normally she'd try to avoid making such a seemingly undignified spectacle, but after feeling like she was dangerously close to wetting herself? She decided to just relax and enjoy the feeling. She let out another sigh as her bladder continued to empty. Now that she no longer felt the pressure, she tried to recall just what had happened before. But she couldn't remember anything. She just remembered having some tea before going to sleep and anything in between felt like a blur. Soon her stream came to an end and she let out one last satisfied sigh. She reached for some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself clean. She reached for her underwear but stopped in her tracks when she realized something. While not completely wet, her underwear still had a pretty sizable wet patch in the center. She prayed that might've been just sweat, but giving she was nearing her limit she struggled to believe that herself. She slipped out of the panties and got up from the toilet before flushing it and heading to the sink. She washed her hands and looked at the mirror and then at the panties on the floor. She picked it up and sighed. "Atleast i didn't wet my nightgown." She said to herself. She tossed the panties in her laundry hamper and exited the bathroom. She returned to her room and saw her Musharna still laying soundly asleep in her bed. She laid down next to her and began to drift to sleep herself.

Good evening all!! Here with another fiction for y’all, once again based on a true story! Fun fact: this girl actually also has a piss kink, and is one of maybe three people in my life that knows about mine. In this story, we were in Bermuda for a cruise, and both she and my other female friend who was on the trip really had to pee on the hour long ride back to the cruise ship from our snorkeling excursion. It was a very close call for both of my friends, but I chose to focus on the one with the piss kink, because she had pissed in the ocean right next to me not even 30 minutes prior (I can tell that story in Omo experiences soon if you’d like!). Really the only fictional thing about this story are the names, which are changed, including mine, Kimmy’s exaggerated desperation (she did not leak, but I thought I should add it for your amusement lol) and Mia’s desperate thoughts, which I of course exaggerate for drama’s sake 😋 Everything else is all real! Enjoy!!! Mia sat in the sweltering tour van, squished between her best friend Kimmy, and her good guy friend/vague crush Aiden. Mia wore a light pink string bikini top with white short shorts covering her pink bikini bottom. She was skinny and pale, with dark red hair, small perky breasts and petite, but still round, ass. Kimmy had a similar look, with a blue string bikini and pink shorts. She was a little chubby, with dirty blonde hair, a set of thick thighs and a plump ass, although her breasts were still relatively small. Mia finished the last of her water bottle, leg bouncing in suppressed desperation. She, Aiden and Kimmy had come to Bermuda on a two week cruise around the Carribean. They had just finished a day long excursion across the islands, exploring the humid cliff side caves and woods, and snorkeling in the shallow, pink sand beaches. It had been amazing, except for one little annoyance: no facilities. Their tour group was offered a chance to relieve themselves in the woods before the excursion into the first cave, being warned that it would be their only chance during the day. Both Mia and Kimmy, being too prideful, declined. Kimmy had not peed all day. Mia did partially relieve herself in the ocean while the group was snorkeling, having Aiden stand guard for her while she did so. However, another snorkeler swimming by made it impossible for her to finish her greatly needed pee, despite Aiden and a rock working together to obscure her completely. She had decided she could hold the rest until they got back to the cruise ship. Now though, given the amount of water she’d added to her already swollen bladder, as well as the 45 minute drive she still had to endure, she was deeply regretting her decision. Mia tried to work herself into a position that was more comfortable for her bladder, but there wasn’t nearly enough space. In fact, her squirming seemed to have brought Aiden’s attention to her situation. “You alright?” He asked. “You look restless.” Shit. Mia thought. She would have readily admitted her need to Aiden, had it not been for Eric. Eric was a frat boy in their tour group that had tagged along with the three to flirt with Mia and Kimmy. Mia didn’t exactly dislike him, but there was something about him that creeped her out. He was sitting in the row in front of them, and she did NOT want him knowing that she needed to pee. She opted for subtlety. “So, I kinda gotta pee. But please don’t tell Eric. He kinda creeps me out.” Mia admitted. “Okay sure. But didn’t you just go?” Aiden inquired. Mia blushed a bit as she answered. “I tried. But I couldn’t finish when that dude swam by.” Aiden smiled sympathetically “Damn. Well, can you hold it til we get back to the ship?” Mia’s resolve was shaky, but she didn’t want to wet herself in front of her friends. “Yeah, I hope so.” Mia tried to distract herself with the beautiful views of Bermuda, and it worked well for a bit. Then a surge of desperation came over her, forcing Mia to cross her legs tight and bite her lip. She checked the time on her phone. Still 30 minutes to the ship. Really?? Come on, hurry up! I really have to go! Mia glanced over to Kimmy, whose knee was bouncing rapidly. “You have to go too?” Mia asked. “Yup. Really bad.” Kimmy responded curtly. She was clearly in bad shape, maybe even worse than Mia. Damn… Has she been holding all day? Mia thought, incredulous. All her thoughts of Kimmy’s desperation sent another spasm through her bladder, causing Mia to squeeze both thighs with her hands, though she thankfully saved herself from grabbing her crotch in front of strangers. Please hurry! Gotta pee soon! She begged the van driver silently. As the tour van neared the port, it passed over quite a few bridges, giving Mia glimpses of the water she so desperately wanted to rid herself of. Unintentionally, she started thinking of the warmth of the ocean they were just in, and the three or four seconds of relief she felt when she peed. Feeling teased, Mia’s peehole released a quick, hissing spurt, which jetted into her bikini bottoms. She smashed her thighs together and grabbed the underside of her seat, letting out an involuntary gasp while doing so. Ah! Shit! Fuck, I have to gooooo! She whined to herself. Checking her shorts, Mia already saw a wet spot. It was only the size of a nickel, but it was there. She silently cursed herself for wearing white shorts. Oh fuck… can’t leak again… I have to go so bad. Mia moaned internally. Aiden looked at Mia guiltily, especially considering that he was quite turned by the whole ordeal. Looking next at Kimmy, he felt more guilty and more turned on. A wet spot was clearly visible on Kimmy’s pink shorts, covering nearly the whole crotch area. With one hand she rubbed her left thigh. With the other, she gripped her phone with white knuckles, probably checking the time every 30 seconds. Her right leg was bouncing so rapidly, it looked as though it was vibrating. Aiden caught Kimmy hiss under her breath “Oh god… really gotta fucking piss!” Being driven insane by guilt and libido, Aiden casually pulled the flannel out of his backpack he had brought in case of rain. He leaned over and handed Kimmy the flannel, whispering so he wouldn’t embarrass her. “You look cold.” He said with a small smile and a wink. Kimmy looked at him gratefully and pulled the shirt into her lap. One problem partially solved. Mia’s problem was just beginning. Her thoughts were becoming frantic as she felt her pussy start to throb. She checked her phone again. 5 more minutes. Come on come on come oooonnnnn! I’ve never had to pee so bad! Aiden returned his attention to her. “You gonna make it?” He asked, concerned. “I really don’t know” Mia admitted. Aiden rubbed her back. “Still got another shirt here, just in case.” He joked. Mia, despite her embarrassment and desperation, started to feel a little horny herself. She knew about Aiden’s piss kink, and he knew about hers through a late night talk they had back in high school. I wonder if this turns him on? She thought. The van finally pulled up to the port pier, with both Mia and Kimmy now bouncing in their seats for relief. As the tour group disembarked, Eric tried to reacquire the girls’ attention. Kimmy completely ignored him, speed walking towards the boarding ramp of the ship, forgetting that Aiden held the only key to their ship cabin. Mia, who was prevented from moving so fast, had Eric catch up to her. “Hey Mia! Would you wanna party on top deck tonight with me?” He asked hopefully. “Um… maybe. I’ll let ya know.” Mia responded absentmindedly. Aiden, not wanting to jump in Mia’s business, tried to let the interaction play out. Hearing the ocean water rush behind her and feeling the toilet so close, Mia felt two more hot spurts of piss burst out of her, with a drop definitely trickling down her leg. She crossed her legs in front of her, covering her wet spot, and clenched her fists, hoping that would be enough for Eric. “Oh, well then can I get your number for later?” He asked. Holy fuck… Just go away! Gotta pee gotta pee! I can’t hold iiiiitttt! Almost as if on cue, Aiden stepped in, seeing Mia’s distress. “Hey man. How ‘bout she meets you at the bar on deck 5 in an hour? She’s really gotta call her mom about something.” Aiden said firmly. “Oh… sure! See ya later?” But Aiden was dashing Mia away before Eric could finish. The line to get back on the ship was not long, but Mia didn’t have long either. Her shame had almost fully disappeared. She danced from foot to foot, jiggled rapidly, and gave her crotch quick squeezes with every wave of desperation. “I have to pee so fucking baaaad” Mia hissed. She didn’t know if she was saying it to herself or Aiden, but she needed the bathroom 30 minutes ago. “Almost there, just a bit more.” Aiden tried to reassure her. As they got through security, they both full-on sprinted to their cabin. As they rounded the corner to their hallway, Aiden caught a glimpse of Kimmy, and sped up. She was pee dancing like mad, grabbing her crotch and twisting her big thighs around each other. The wet spot on her pink shorts was bigger. Suddenly, as the other two reached the door, Kimmy spurted again, her urine splashing on the carpeted floor. She moaned. “Ah! Fuck! I’m gonna piss myself! God, I gotta gooooo!” Aiden inserted the key card, and Kimmy and Mia nearly fell into the cabin. Mia knew Kimmy had to go first, or she’d completely wet herself. Kimmy burst through the bathroom door, ripped her pants and bikini bottom down, and released a torrent of pee. Just hearing it made Mia spray into her shorts once again. “One more minute… gotta pee… mmmmm” She whispered. She danced frantically, hands now desperately clutching her crotch. After nearly a minute of pissing, Kimmy slid out of the bathroom with soaked bottoms, Mia desperately pushing passed her. Her piss was spraying out of her the second her pussy didn’t have clothing in front of it. Her release was completely orgasmic, almost feeling like a burst dam. She went for almost two minutes straight, pee splattering against the toilet bowl with surprising force. After her monumental relief, she inspected the damage. The crotch of her shorts was soaked, as was her bikini bottoms, though not as bad as Kimmy’s. The legs and most of the ass were thankfully dry. Both girls went to throw their shorts and bikini’s into the shower, as they had no washer to use. Mia and Kimmy were both embarrassed and relieved beyond words. Aiden checked in on the girls after finding soap that they could use for their clothing. Later that night on the outside deck, Mia saw an opportunity to ask Aiden the burning question that had crossed her mind a few times during the ordeal. “So did you find that… sexy?” She asked hesitantly. “What? You having to pee?” Aiden also hesitated “…Maybe. Why?” “Well, maybe I think it’s sexy that you were watching so closely.” Mia said slyly. “Oh really?” Aiden said, chuckling. He pulled Mia in for a kiss, and she gladly obliged. Pulling back a moment, Aiden said, “Maybe we do something like this again sometime?” “We’ll see.” Mia said, smiling. She turned demurely, and walked back towards the inside of the ship, Aiden whistling behind her as she went. To Be Continued?….

So I told my partner about my interest in omo months ago, and he was very indifferent to it. He said he didn’t really care (meaning he wasn’t disgusted which was what I was terrified of) as long as I didn’t involve him in it. I told him of course I wouldn’t involve him in it because I definitely wouldn’t want to force him into anything he doesn’t want to do. And that was kind of it for months. Until recently, he has been talking about pee a lot lately in a joking way so I’ll say things like “You talk about pee more than I do, are we sure you’re not the one with the kink” and then we laugh about it. He has also (twice now) tickled me to the point of me leaking in my clothes/on the bed even though I gave him fair warning saying I was going to wee myself if he kept tickling me. Both resulted in me having to run to the toilet to finish 😂 Then just the other day, and again yesterday when we were together he has been encouraging me to wee in front of him which was like, WOAH okay haha. I tried so hard to be hesitant, “No love it’s okay, I can wait” or “No it’s fine I can just go after you” even though I really wanted to go in front of him! So the first scenario was we usually take showers together if the timing works out for us and just before we were going to get in, I knew I needed to wee. So I told him I had to go. In the past this has happened before and he just left the bathroom entirely, but not this time. He said I could just go and then join him in the shower. Super casual so I didn’t think too much about it at the time other than my own excitement. But yesterday we had a super glue incident 😂 and he had it on his fingers so we were both in the bathroom trying desperately to get it off his fingers (he’s doing alright for anyone worried haha). It was taking so long and I had to wee again so I told him and he said “I have to as well” which made my little omo heart flutter a bit. What shocked me even more was he told me I could go right then and there, even though I told him I could try to just wait. So not only was he in the bathroom while I went, he was right in front of me and I could’ve sworn I saw him peeking at me in the mirror!! Then it was his turn to go, but he still had a little bit of super glue on his fingers so I tried to be as casual as possible (I was so excited out of my mind though so it was hard haha) and suggest I hold his penis for him while he goes. HE WAS SO CLOSE TO SAYING YES. He genuinely thought about it but eventually said the only reason he was saying no was because he’s a shy pee-er and he didn’t think he’d be able to let it out with me there. So freaking close guys!! So I left and gave him privacy and came back when he was done. And my mind is spiraling because he said “the only reason” he was saying no. Implying if I could get him comfortable enough, maybe he’d let me… I don’t know, maybe I’m just connecting dots that aren’t really there haha. He was so insistent on not being involved in omo/pee related stuff with me and I’ve tried my absolute best to make sure that’s been the case. Any thoughts or suggestions?

This is my first story in forever, so I'm sorry if the writing is bad, but I'm really out of it. I support my local football (soccer) team. I occasionally go to games with my dad, it's something we've always done. I went to this particular game with him and his friend. As usual, we grabbed a pint before kick off. You have to finish it pretty quick because you're not allowed to take alcohol in the stands. I wasn't worried, we do this every time and I'm fine. However, at half time, my dad's friend offered to buy another round and obviously I wasn't going to turn that down. So I downed another pint. Bad idea. I already had to go slightly before I'd even started drinking that second pint, but by halfway through the second half, I definitely needed to go. Two pints, over a litre of beer, were wanting to come out. Thankfully, it was a really good game, so I got distracted and didn't think my growing need until the final whistle went and I noticed I was pretty desperate. I considered going before leaving the ground, but as you can imagine, around 30,000 people leaving a football stadium, doesn't really give you a chance to actually escape to the toilet, you just have to keep moving with everyone else. I told myself I'd be okay, even though I really did need to go. We usually get the bus part way to football games (and drive the other part) and today wasn't any different. We walked to the bus stop - which was incredibly slow because like I said 30k people leaving is slow and most of those people want the bus or the train. With every step I could feel the weight of my bladder, crossing my legs when we stood still. Luckily, the wait for the bus wasn't too bad, but there were no seats, so I had to stand and it made the desperation so much worse. I felt every bump and even with my legs tightly crossed, felt like I was going to start leaking on the bus. I was really regretting not fighting the crowds to get to the toilet. And I was seriously doubting my ability to hold on until I got home. After what felt like forever, but was only about 15 minutes, we got off the bus and started walking to where we had parked the car. My dad and his friend are fairly fast walkers, I usually am too, but I physically couldn't move fast otherwise I would have started to pee. I walked with my legs close to together, squeezing them tightly now and again to relieve the pressure. I was so desperate at this point, I just wanted to stop right where I was and pee. When we got to the car, I crossed my legs and did a little pee dance. I still had a 20 minute drive back to my house and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I got in the car, put my jacket on my lap and threw my hands into my crotch. This was the first time I'd actually been able to hold myself - it definitely helped, for a while at least. Just over halfway home, I got a huge wave of desperation come over me, I had to double over and squeeze my legs so tightly to stop myself from peeing in my dad's car. I REALLY needed to go at this point and I wasn't sure if I was actually going to make it home. Thankfully I did. We pulled up outside of my house and I was somehow still dry. I don't see my dad that often (he lives a couple hours from me) so we took a little while to say bye to each other. I could barely think about anything other than making it inside to the toilet. He seemed to be talking more than ever. I felt another wave of desperation hit and I knew I HAD to get to the toilet very soon. I quickly said "I love you but I really need to pee, I'll see you soon" gave him and quick hug and try to walk as normally as I could to the front door (I didn't want to him to know quite how close I was to peeing myself). I waved him off from the front door, went inside and that's when it got serious. I leaked. And I leaked again. I was about to wet myself. I hobbled up the stairs, squeezing myself with each step, trying so hard not to have an accident. I threw the bathroom door open, pulled my jeans down and threw myself onto the toilet, peeing so hard. The relief was incredible. I wasn't sure how I made it home, but I did. Just.

Hey all, this is a writing experiment I did on Christmas because I felt like it. I always wanted to try writing desperation/wetting scenarios in an office setting but could never think of a way to turn it into a convincing or decent plot or scenario. This was something I came up with just to test out, and have a few ideas floating around about continuing this story if I think it's good enough, so feedback/suggestions/responses are greatly appreciated! - Orion ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 24-year-old Damian is an IT specialist at a local branch of West Valley Financial Services LLC, a financial management and advisory firm. Damian was rather fresh out of learning his trade but being around computers his whole life, he was more than qualified for the role as tech support for the branch. The head of the branch, Mr. Frasier, was a stubborn old man that really should have retired by now. He was always caught grumbling about how things are better back when he was a young’un and that people today don’t know “what the hell they doin’ anymore”. For that reason, nobody has been hired at this West Valley branch in over a decade until the previous tech lead retired, and we’re in need of a replacement, which ended up being Damian. Frasier was always keen to remind Damian that he was hired solely because he was cheap, and didn’t believe that his support was very necessary. As usual, the boss didn’t know what he was talking about. The aging staff at West Valley struggled with updates and software issues of programs they “have used forever”, along with the plethora of forgotten passwords and lost file reports. It’s a wonder corporate hasn’t audited this branch, the next closest employee to Damian in terms of age was 38, and he was the custodian. On top of that, the staff was notably lacking behind company standards for diversity: of the small office of 20 people, only two were female, the rest males. The two being the receptionist who had been here since the branch’s founding and was a few years away from retirement, and the other being a stoic middle-aged woman that never has anything to say other than “Mhm.” outside of work emails. It’s not that the boss was sexist, he was just old-fashioned and particular about his qualities when hiring new employees, which explains the lack of new arrivals since Damian. That all changed a breezy October morning. Damian was at his desk filing out another report on resolving a “[blank] file disappeared!” that he has come to know all too well. His throat felt a bit dry, so he got up to get a drink from the water cooler. The break room was next to the entrance to the office building, where the receptionist was nowhere to be soon; probably taking one of her “unofficial” breaks again. Damian got a cup of water and chilled on his phone for a couple minutes, then finishing and refilling his cup and leaving the break room. It was upon exiting that he noticed a young woman in the reception area, looking a bit lost. She had smooth legs clad in stockings that gradually grew thicker on her thighs as it became covered mid-way by a mini-skirt. A dress shirt covered her torso where an ample, but not overindulgent, bosom was being covered. She had a cardigan wrapped around her arm for the chilly autumn weather and a petite face curtained by a wavy brown-blonde bob to her shoulders. It's clear she was a bit overdressed; Damian personally was just wearing flannel and some blue jeans; dress code was pretty much non-existent. Noticing the young girl’s confusion, he stepped in to see if he could help. “Hello, can I help you?” asked Damian. The woman turned to respond. “Ah! Are you Mr. Frasier? I’m here for the interview.” An interview? Mr. Frasier was hiring?! That certainly is a surprise, and the fact he conceded a woman to be applicable enough for an interview, that’s rather unlike him. “No, I’m the IT Specialist, Damian.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Damian! I’m Hannah.” Hannah met Damian’s hand with a firm shake, but her hands were silky smooth. “If you’re looking for Mr. Frasier, I can take you to him, his office is right next to mine.” Damian said, motioning to lead the way. Hannah nodded and followed his lead. A short walk to Frasier’s office was followed by a knock from Damian. “Mr. Frasier, a woman named Hannah is here, she says she has an interview with you?” “Ah. Yes. Send her in.” Frasier responded sternly. “He’s all yours.” Damian gestured as if to say “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.” And with that, Hannah begun her interview as Damian returned to his desk to work on the other tech requests he has piled up. … It was a few hours later that Damian had begun feeling a bit thirsty again. It was about time for a late lunch anyway, being that it was past 3 in the afternoon by this point. He settled into his 30 minute break with some more water and a classic PB&J. A few minutes later Hannah came into the break room to join Damian, who until that point was alone in the break room. “Hey! How’d you do?” Damian greeted her. “Good, I got the job! Mr. Frasier is just showing me the ropes as his assistant, but he got a phone call and excused me for my break for the time being.” “That’s great! It’s been ages since we’ve had some fresh blood in the office, since yours truly, actually, so it’s great to see someone new!” “Likewise! I’m gonna be honest, everyone else here seems kinda old and bitter. It’s nice to have someone my age around.” Damian chuckled, “Yeah, they’re not so bad once you get to know ‘em, but there’s definitely a generational gap.” Damian and Hannah shared a conversation mostly about work, and touched on social media and the likes over the course of the break. It was at this time Damian just noticed how frequently Hannah was crossing and fidgeting in her seat. It’s easy to assume that the chair wasn’t very comfortable, because they weren’t. However Damian’s imagination began to wonder as a woman holding her piss was always exciting to watch. He wondered if Hannah was starting to get a bit desperate, and how long it was since she last used the bathroom. He pushed away the thoughts as wishful thinking, only to have his suspicions confirmed. “God, I am dying for a wee right now.” Hannah said, clasping her lap and bouncing for a moment, seemingly in the middle of the conversation. Damian was taken aback and grew a bit red in the face. That was quite… forward. He recomposed himself and pointed to the restroom in the breakroom. “The restrooms right here if you need it.” “Oh! I’ll be ok, I can hold it. Besides, that bathroom is probably a mess with all the old guys here. I always try to avoid public bathrooms, no matter how bad it is!” Hannah laughed. “Hah! You’re not far from the truth.” It’s true. He did wish the office had better aim; it was to the point where the two ladies in the office would just go elsewhere when leaving for their many unofficial breaks. “Are you going to be ok though? You seem a tad squirmy over there, I gotta say.” Hannah grew a little embarrassed after being prodded by this question. She thought guys would be grossed out by needing to pee, but Damian was more so just concerned, it seems. “I’ll be fine! I’m used to it. I should be heading back though.” “Same here! Talk to you soon!” … 6:00. Quittin’ time. Damian clocked out and felt a small urge to piss, so he went to the break room to take a leak. Luckily no one was in there, for a twenty-person office there was only a single toilet for everyone, so it wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied when you need it. As Damian exited the restroom, he ran into Hannah clocking out, now visibly more flustered and with her top few buttons of her dress shirt undone, showing off a bit of cleavage. “Hannah! I’m surprised you’re still here! Usually the office leaves by around 5 or 5:30.” “Y-yeah, Mr. Frasier wanted me to stay a little longer to learn how to do some things… I’d love to chat more Damian but I’m absolutely dying for a piss so I gotta get home!” “Will you be able to drive ok?” Damian asked with genuine concern but equal parts curiosity. “W-well…” Hannah grew even more red. “I…have to take the bus to get home; I don’t have a car, so I guess I’ll just have to hold it…” Hannah seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to have an accident, a very public accident no doubt, as the bus stops and buses themselves would usually be full of commuting passengers, and that’s not even factoring in waiting for the bus itself. Damian decided to go for a bit of a shot. He truly wanted to help Hannah out, but at the same time was filled with burning curiosity as to the state and condition of Hannah’s bladder. “How far do you live? Perhaps it would be much faster for me to drive you home?” Hannah paused, at least paused everything but her crossing of legs and hopping from foot to foot as she cradled her bursting bladder. She knew with relative certainty she couldn’t make it without making a mess out of her mini-skirt, but she was very reasonably wary of taking a ride from a guy she just met. She felt she could trust him though, and she certainly felt after their conversation she could trust him enough. “S-sure… Is Harrison Road far from you?...” Hannah asked between leg crosses. “That’s just up the road from my apartment! Come on, before you make a puddle in the office!” … Damian pulled out of his spot with a now bursting young woman in tow, fiercely bouncing her legs and keeping them tightly crossed together. All the while sucking air through her teeth and moaning in anticipation. “Ohhhh~… It’s bad… I can almost feel it coming out! Hurry!” Damian went as fast as he could reasonably go without getting a felony, blazing past turns and going over the speed limit, weaving in and out of cars. He took a glance at Hannah on a straight stretch of road. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, her hands firmly in her crotch, legs crossed fiercely enough to turn coals into diamonds, and could even, very faintly, notice a slight bulge out of the flat waistband of her miniskirt. It took a lot for Damian to regain his composure, and he could hardly feel like this is real; it felt more like a fanfiction on a piss kink message board. Damian made a 20 minute car ride in 15, and was pulling up to Hannah’s street as she looked the most desperate any woman had ever looked in her life. She began taking off her seat belt, all the while bouncing and fidgeting like a mad man. As soon as Damian hit park outside her address, a small townhouse amongst a row of them, Hannah dashed out of her seat and up the steps, and fumbled with her house keys as she pee-danced like crazy. Damian couldn’t be sure from his seat, but he swore he saw the faintest of damp spots on her stockings. It was only observable for a second, before Hannah opened the door and dashed inside and out of view. Damian sat on the side of the road for a couple minutes, wondering what happened, if Hannah made it, if he was fast enough, how many red lights or speed cameras he went past. Hannah soon reappeared, with what looked to be a damp pair of panties scrunched up in a ball in her hand. She looked considerably less professional, her hair messy, her dress shirt wrinkled and untucked, and her mini skirt ridden up considerably to where it became dangerously close to exposing herself. She walked over to the car. “Hey… Sorry you had to see me like that… It feels embarrassing to say but you saved my pride and my outfit today… So thanks for taking me home so quickly, I owe you one.” Hannah said sheepishly, avoiding Damian’s eye contact out of embarrassment. “Don’t sweat it, Hannah. It happens to everyone. I’m just glad you made it home dry. It certainly was nice to meet you.” “Somewhat dry. Hehe…” Hannah giggled to herself. “Yeah. See you tomorrow at work?” “Yep! See you tomorrow!” Hannah turned around to go back to her house as Damian prepared to u-turn in the street. But not before catching a glimpse of Hannah’s curvy bottom. And noticeably, since her skirt was riding so high, a Pikachu tail tattoo under her left butt-cheek on the bottom half of her thigh. As a Pokémon fan himself, Damian was greatly excited by this new common ground so that he could make a friend out of his new colleague, and for the first time in a while, was genuinely excited to go to work tomorrow. To be continued.

So I'm in college, but last week I finished my final exam so I'm done. I still sometimes come in just to see my friends as they're not done yet though. Yesterday was one of these days. Since I had to wake up much earlier than what I'm used to, I packed several teabags for the day. The day went on, I had drank about 4 cups of tea and nearly 2L of water in those 8 hours, but since I had already peed twice in the bathrooms, I figured I would be fine Me and my friends were talking and just hanging out, and I realised I was squirming just a bit. That's when I suddenly felt how full my bladder was. I was about to head to the bathrooms, so I checked the time to see how long before I had to head to the buses They were leaving in 5 minutes. I didn't have time to use the bathroom, and I was at about a 7/10 at this point. I had to say bye to my friends and head straight for the bus bay. When they arrived, I hopped on my bus, and found a seat at the back so that I could hold & squirm if need be. Then two people decided to sit right behind me I was getting more and more desperate, I couldn't even squirm, and the bus kept vibrating whenever we stopped, went over several bumps, and swerved a little bit every now and then. By the time we made it to my stop, I felt I was moments away from bursting. I might have even leaked a little bit in my seat, but I was too desperate to fully notice After my stop, I had to then walk 10 more mins to make it home. I have no idea how I didn't soak on that walk, but it felt like it stretched on for miles... By the time I made it to my front door, I was barely holding on but I went to grab my key out of my bag. I couldn't find it. I spent maybe 2 mins fumbling around the things in my bag before I felt the key, but I took too long. While I was searching for the key, I slipped my focus on holding for a min, and ended up letting out a huge spurt I could feel it slowly spread down my leg, and only after that I found the key. Before I could make it to a bathroom, I let out another spurt in my panic. There were 2 very obvious wet streaks down my groin and legs when I finally got to a bathroom I think that was the closest I've come to having a full on accident in public when I wasn't even holding, nor could risk giving in and wetting. Since nobody is in college today, I'm spending the day at home and doing a hold. The trousers I wore yesterday are still a bit damp down the middle, but they're really comfy, so I think I might let them be soaked in a couple hours :3

The sun shone brightly as Nico's mother and Maki's mother, both dressed in their finest attire, emerged from the chapel, arm-in-arm, beaming from ear to ear. It had been a beautiful wedding ceremony, filled with love, laughter, and tears of joy. Their new life together was just beginning, and they couldn't wait to share it with their daughters. As they walked down the aisle, hand-in-hand, they couldn't help but feel a new sense of completeness, as if fate itself had brought them together. The world was their oyster, and they were ready to conquer it together, hand-in-hand. The newlyweds decided to take a scenic walk around the park to enjoy their first moments as a married couple before heading to the local department store to get their family portraits taken. The air was crisp and the leaves rustled beneath their feet as they strolled along the winding paths, lost in each other's company. They chatted animatedly about their plans for the future, their dream vacations, and the joys of being part of a blended family. As they approached the store, however, their attention turned to more pressing matters: the need to find a suitable restroom. Unbeknownst to them, the park had recently undergone renovations, and all of the public restrooms were currently out of order. Desperate, they resorted to ducking into a nearby coffee shop. After ordering two large coffees and a couple of bottles of water, they hurried back outside, eager to relieve themselves before the photo shoot. Little did they know, the caffeine would have the opposite effect on their bladders, and by the time they arrived at the photo studio, they were both squirming uncomfortably in their seats. The studio was bustling with activity as families of all shapes and sizes milled about, selecting outfits and striking poses. Nico's mother and Maki's mother exchanged nervous glances as they were ushered into the shooting area. The photographer, a cheerful older woman with a kind smile, assured them that they would have plenty of time to use the restroom before the shoot began. However, as the minutes ticked by and their bladders grew more unbearable, they began to panic. Maki's mother, feeling particularly desperate, excused herself and hurried off in search of a bathroom. She quickly became disoriented in the labyrinthine department store, and after several frantic minutes, she returned to find Nico's mother pacing anxiously by the photo backdrop. "Maki's mom! I was starting to worry," Nico's mother exclaimed, her voice laced with relief. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't find a restroom anywhere!" Maki's mother apologized, her face flushed with embarrassment. "It's okay, it's okay," Nico's mother reassured her, patting her arm. "We'll just have to find a way to make it work. Maybe if we act casual, the photographer won't notice anything." As they waited for the next family to finish their shoot, Maki's mother excused herself once again, this time sneaking off to the back of the store in search of a bathroom. Nico's mother nervously bit her lip, wondering if she should follow her or stay with their daughters. In the end, she decided to stay with the girls, trying her best to keep them calm and focused. The photographer, a kind-looking older man with a twinkle in his eye, approached them and introduced himself. "Hello, you must be the new family! I'm Ted, and I'm going to be taking your pictures today. Now, why don't we start with a group shot, and then we can do some individual shots of the mothers and daughters?" Nico's mother and Maki's mother exchanged glances, both of them feeling the weight of their bladders and the need to find a bathroom. As they posed for the first shot, Nico's mother could feel the urgency building up inside her. She tried to concentrate on smiling for the camera, but all she could think about was finding a bathroom. She glanced over at Maki's mother, who was also struggling to maintain a smile. The girls, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to their mothers' discomfort, giggling and playing up to the camera. After the group shot, the photographer took the mothers aside for a few shots of their own. Nico's mother couldn't help but wince as she stood next to Maki's mother, their bellies pressed tightly against each other. The photographer, oblivious to their predicament, directed them to stand close together and link arms. As they did so, Nico's mother felt a warm trickle run down her leg. She tried to shift her weight, hoping to stop the leak, but it was no use. The photographer then called over the girls for their individual shots. Nico, ever the trooper, smiled brightly for the camera while Maki's mother nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her face flushing with embarrassment. Maki, on the other hand, seemed distracted, glancing over at her mother every few seconds. As the shoot progressed, the discomfort grew more unbearable for both mothers. Nico's mother could feel the warmth spreading down her leg, and she could smell the acrid odor of urine wafting up from her panties. She tried to focus on her daughter, hoping that the distraction would help her make it through the rest of the shoot. Meanwhile, Maki's mother was beginning to panic. She could feel the weight of her full bladder pressing against her abdomen, making it difficult to breathe. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she couldn't help but worry that she might lose control at any moment. As the photographer called them over for a group shot, Nico's mother tried her best to maintain a smile, but her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She glanced over at Maki's mother, who was also struggling to keep her composure. The girls, oblivious to their mothers' discomfort, posed together, their arms looped around each other's waists. The shoot continued, with the photographer directing them through various poses and facial expressions. Nico's mother could feel the warmth spreading further down her leg, and she began to worry that her bladder might give out at any moment. She tried to concentrate on breathing deeply, hoping that it would help ease the pressure on her bladder. Meanwhile, Maki's mother's discomfort grew more apparent with every passing moment. Her face was now beet red, and she could feel her body tensing up as she fought to maintain control. She glanced around desperately for a bathroom, her eyes darting from one corner of the store to the next. As the photographer directed them into a final group hug, Nico's mother could feel the warmth spreading across her entire lower half. She was certain now that her bladder was about to give out, and she was terrified of what might happen. She tried to focus on the sound of the camera clicking, willing herself not to make a sound as she clung to her daughter and Maki's mother. Maki's mother, meanwhile, was close to losing control herself. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode, and she was desperate for relief. As they hugged, she could feel the wetness seeping through her panties and onto Nico's shoulder. She bit back a moan, afraid that if she made a sound, she'd embarrass both of their daughters even further. The last few shots were taken, and the photographer thanked them all for their time. As soon as they were released, both mothers practically sprinted towards the nearest restroom, ignoring the curious stares of the store employees and other shoppers. Nico's mother hurried into a stall, locking the door behind her, and immediately began to undress. She kicked off her shoes, pulled down her pants, and sat on the toilet, finally releasing a long, relieved sigh. As Maki's mother entered the restroom, she could hear the sound of running water from one of the sinks. Nico's mother was already washing her hands, a look of relief etched across her face. "You okay?" she asked, glancing over at Maki's mother. Maki's mother nodded, still struggling to catch her breath. "I think...I think I might need a little more time," she managed to say between gasps. Nico's mother immediately stepped forward, offering her a clean set of panties from her purse. "Here, use these," she said softly. Maki's mother gratefully accepted them and hurried into one of the stalls, closing the door behind her. As Nico's mother waited outside the stall, she glanced nervously at the door, wondering how much longer her friend's mother would be. She wished there was something more she could do to help, but she knew that privacy was important right now. She busied herself by washing her hands and checking her own appearance in the mirror, hoping to distract herself from the awkwardness of the situation. Meanwhile, inside the stall, Maki's mother continued to struggle with her bladder. The pressure was unbearable, and she felt like she was on the verge of losing control at any moment. She clutched the clean panties tightly, debating whether to put them on or not. On one hand, she desperately needed the protection; on the other, she didn't want to put Nico's mother at any more risk. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard the sound of the door opening. It was Nico's mother. "How are you doing?" she asked gently, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. Maki's mother tried to compose herself before answering, her face still flushed with embarrassment. "I'm...I'm much better, thank you," she stammered, her voice cracking slightly. "I appreciate your help so much." Nico's mother smiled reassuringly and nodded, handing her a few toilet paper rolls. "Here, just in case you need it." Maki's mother nodded gratefully and accepted the rolls, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she finally felt capable of leaving the stall. As they exited the restroom, they noticed that the store employees had already begun to clear away the display area where the photos had been taken. The chaos of the photo shoot seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the familiar routine of shopping at the mall. But neither mother could shake the feeling of embarrassment that still lingered in the air between them. They made small talk about their shopping lists and their plans for the rest of the day, but the tension was palpable. Both women knew that this incident had changed things between them, even if they weren't quite sure how yet. As they continued to walk through the mall, they couldn't help but steal glances at each other, each wondering what the other was thinking. As they reached the food court, they decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. They sat down at a table and ordered some food, trying to make polite conversation about their families and their jobs. But the awkwardness persisted, and it was clear that neither of them could completely shake off the embarrassment of what had happened. Nico's mother, Yukari, glanced at Maki's mother, Reiko, and noticed the way she kept fidgeting with her napkin. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her friend. She knew how much Reiko must be struggling with the idea that her daughter might have caused the accident. "Reiko, I want you to know that I don't blame you," she said softly, trying to offer some reassurance. "These things happen, and it could have been anyone's fault. We'll get through this together." Reiko looked up, her eyes red from holding back tears. "Thank you, Yukari," she managed to say between sniffles. "I appreciate your kind words." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I just wish there was some way to make it up to Nico...to make sure she's okay." Yukari placed a comforting hand on Reiko's arm. "We'll do everything we can to support her, Reiko. She's a strong girl, and she'll get through this with our love and encouragement. You know that I'm always here for you, no matter what." As they continued to eat, they exchanged stories about their children's lives, sharing memories of Nico and Maki as babies and toddlers. The conversation was lighthearted at times, but there was still an undercurrent of tension that lingered between them. They both knew that their relationship had changed, and they weren't quite sure how to navigate these new waters. After they finished eating, they decided to take a walk around the mall, hoping the change of scenery would help ease the awkwardness. As they strolled past stores, they noticed that many people were looking at them, perhaps recognizing them as the mothers of the two girls involved in the accident. They couldn't help but feel self-conscious under the scrutiny of others. As they made their way to the entrance of the mall, they paused to admire a display of flowers in a shop window. "They're beautiful," Yukari commented, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was thinking of getting some for Nico when we get home." Reiko nodded, her gaze lingering on the vibrant blooms. "That's a lovely idea," she said, her voice still shaky. "Maybe I should do the same for Maki." They stood in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, each struggling to find the right words to say. As they continued to walk, they passed by a jewelry store where they noticed a display of delicate bracelets in the window. Yukari gestured towards them, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, those are so pretty! I've been meaning to get something like that for Nico." Reiko glanced at the bracelets, her heart giving a little skip. "They really are lovely," she agreed, feeling a pang of regret that she hadn't thought to get something special for Maki. "Maybe I could get her one of those, too," she said, mustering up the courage to make the suggestion. Yukari smiled warmly at her friend. "That's a wonderful idea, Reiko. I think it would mean a lot to both girls." They continued to walk, lost in their thoughts, until they found themselves in front of a small café. The inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted out, enticing them inside. As they sat down at a cozy table, Yukari ordered two cups of coffee and Reiko ordered a hot chocolate. They sipped their drinks in silence for a moment, savoring the warmth that spread through their bodies. "I just wish there was a way to make things better for them," Reiko finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel so guilty." Yukari reached across the table and placed her hand over Reiko's. "We can't change the past, Reiko, but we can focus on the future. We'll be there for them every step of the way, and we'll help them find their way back to who they were before all of this happened." She squeezed Reiko's hand reassuringly. As they continued to sip their drinks, they found themselves sharing stories about other people they knew who had gone through similar struggles with their children. They swapped advice on how to support them emotionally and how to navigate the legal system. It was a much-needed distraction from their own worries, and it gave them a sense of solidarity. As they talked, they began to feel more comfortable in each other's company again. The tension that had been lingering between them since the accident started to dissipate, replaced by a newfound understanding and empathy. They realized that they were not alone in this journey, and that together, they could help each other through it. They continued to share stories and advice for several hours, occasionally pausing to check their phones or glance at the time, but always returning to their conversation with a sense of urgency and purpose. They knew that their children needed them, and they were determined to be there for them no matter what.

Hi guys! This is my first real post like this on the forum so sorry if there's any problems with my post! Just a few hours ago, I spontaneously decided to do a bit of a hold and see where it would take me. I don't hold very often, as I prefer being the one making someone else desperate, but on occasion I hold because it's still hot and I also feel like I should know what its like to be on the other end of it. Anyway for some visual context, I'm 19M, 5'7, half-white half-asian, and about 170lbs some of which is muscle but I definitely have a slight dad-bod figure developing. During this hold, I was wearing a slightly oversized green sweatshirt and black boxer briefs. Around 6 hours ago (10pm) I drank a 16oz/470ml cold brew before an hour long drive. I did use the restroom after getting to my apartment (the destination of my drive), and I don't really know the science of it but I assume some of the diuretic affect from the coffee was going through my system when I started the hold (it certainly felt that way). I got myself a glass of water right after I used the bathroom, for the sake of this post I'll say it holds about 300ml, and played some games/watched youtube on my laptop until around 2 am. During this time, I drank another glass of water, and didn't go to the bathroom. I noticed a small urge to go around 2am, and decided to really begin a hold. I opened up this forum and started looking for a milovana challenge, though I couldn't remember what they were called so it took me a few minutes. I found a post that had a couple of them listed, which I had looked at before but closed after I saw the 15 minute timer, since I wasn't really looking to hold at that time. I started Omorashi dungeon (https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=47066) and another one titled "Extreme Desperation Pee Challenge" (https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=35118). Basically, I had both running at the same time and would drink water whenever either one told me to, but I tried to share the amount I was drinking between the two challenges, to pace myself a little. For example, one challenge would tell me to drink 200ml, and the other challenge would tell me to drink a glass of water. I would just drink the glass of water, and if I was told to drink another 100ml by the challenge which had told me to drink 200ml originally, I would just count that as part of the glass of water I had drank. Any non-drinking challenges I would have done at the same time, but coincidentally there was no overlap. While I started these challenges, I also began studying for a quiz I have this morning, which strangely motivated me to study more than if I hadn't been holding, although I'm not sure how much I retained from the last 3rd of the hold lol. The dungeon hold challenge I really did not get that far into, I definitely want to try it some other time starting with an empty bladder so I can get to some of the challenges aside from drinking water, but within the 1st hour of me holding, the other challenge had my sit with my legs spread without touching myself, and stand with my legs spread. I wish the video links in that challenge had worked, but honestly it was probably better for my scholarly endeavors that they didn't :P. I guess I also cheated a little since I didn't end up playing doom like the challenge instructed, but I had a lot of fun experiencing my loss of focus on studying as I slowly got more desperate. The first hour wasn't that difficult for me, as my need gradually increased but I didn't feel any intense desperation. By this point I had probably drank another 2 cups of water, for a total of at least 900ml in me. The 2nd hour was when everything really went down. Near the beginning of the 2nd hour, the "Extreme Desperation Pee Challenge" had asked me how my need to pee was, to which it gave me the options of something along the lines of 1. not desperate, 2. holding on, 3. desperate, 4. bursting. The past 2 times it had asked I had clicked "holding on" and this time was the same. But immediately after clicking it, reflecting more on how I felt and really sitting with my need to pee, I regretted my decision and wish I had clicked "desperate". I don't really know how much this would change my experience, but I really wanted that prompt to appear again as my desperation started to grow at a much faster rate over the next 20~ minutes. At this point, I had consumed another half a glass of water, and every position I sat on my bed in was uncomfortable for my bladder. I kept adjusting my boxer briefs, feeling like they were applying pressure to my bladder, though with a non-desperate clear-headed reflection, it was definitely how my bladder would have felt no matter where my briefs were. Whenever the challenges allowed me too, I was playing with my dick through my boxer briefs, distracting myself from the growing pressure in my bladder and helping me hold it in. After another 20 or so minutes, I decided to kneel on my floor and rest my laptop on my bed, as every position with my laptop on my bed was too uncomfortable and was making it painfully obvious how desperate I was. I couldn't sit up straight anymore, and hunched over slightly while kneeling on the floor, one hand on my crotch. I kept alternating between the tabs of the challenges and my studying, dying for some part of the challenge that would bring me some sort of relief. By now I had finished my 4th full glass of water of the night, leaving me at around 1400ml sitting like a rock in my bladder. I could physically feel the added weight of my bladder, and pressing on my lower stomach felt like I was pushing my fingers against a wall. Finally, after another 10 minutes, the "Extreme Desperation Pee Challenge" gave me the option to tell it how desperate I was, and after a little bit of contemplation I skipped straight past desperate over to bursting. The next challenge I was given was to stand in front of my bathroom door for 2 minutes without touching myself!!! I stood up, and instantly felt the water inside of me working with gravity to push on its only available exit. Unable to stand up straight anymore, I stood in front of the bathroom for what felt like way more than enough time with every muscle in my body tensed, shifting slowly from foot to foot. Going back into my room to check how much time I had left, and I still had 30 seconds!!! I trudged my way back over to the bathroom door and painfully counted down each second. As soon as it was over, I grabbed my dick, already partially hard from the situation I put myself in. Breathing a sigh of relief and being able to relax some of the muscles in my body, I walked back over to the laptop. The next task I was given was another full glass of water from the two challenges I was doing. Immediately after seeing this, my brain and body knew I could NOT handle another glass of water. I clicked the "I'm peeing" button, rushed to my bathroom as fast as I could, ripped my boxer briefs off and knelt in the shower, gripping both sides of the tub as I finally released everything I had inside of me into the drain. My piss was going strong for a good 45 seconds at least, then waned but continued for probably like a minute and a half or 2 minutes total, though I don't have a great judge of time from being so desperate and the ecstatic relief I felt after. I hope you guys enjoyed reading about my experience! I'm still really turned on, especially after writing this, which is something I have to go take care of now :P I did have something I was curious about though, that I was hoping people might have an answer to. During my amazing piss at the end of my hold, there was a good like 30 seconds where my back hurt. After some googling, I saw that this could be an UTI. Is that likely, or could it just have been that as someone who doesn't hold often, I overestimated how much I could drink in such a short period of time and I was just way too full on water? Either way, as long as I'm sure I'm being healthy while holding I would love to do it again :) Also, please let me know any way I can improve my writing or anything else, this definitely ended up way longer than I intended it to be.

Hello Omo community! I've been a member of this site for a little over 5 years now, but I'm kind of shy and mostly just keep to myself. That being said, something happened a few days ago that I just felt like I had to share. So I'll start with some background info, My fiance doesn't really know about my fetish, I've made some comments before, and one time she accidentally wet herself (that may be a story for another day!) and I admitted that it really turned me on, but she definitely doesn't know the extent of what I like. (Diapers, ageplay, etc.). I hope that one day I can tell her everything but I'm just not ready to do that and I'm happy with what we have even without sharing this side of myself for now. So on to the actual story! We recently traveled to visit my mom for an early Thanksgiving. My mom lives in rural Georgia about 6 hours from where we live now in the Atlanta area. My fiance has recently started taking medication that can cause her to desperately need to go with little to no warning. It doesn't happen very often but she has admitted to me that she's had several close calls and a couple of full blown accidents, but never when I was around. On our way back from my mom's we stopped for icecream. I think that this was the catalyst for what happened next. The interstate that we have to take cuts across the middle of the state (I-16 for my GA readers) and there are long stretches of absolutely nothing. We were in one of those areas when it started. I was driving and I hear moaning from the passenger seat. She looks at me with complete desperate fear in her eyes and tells me she needs to go. I told her that it was about 15 miles before there was going to be anywhere to stop. She moaned even louder. It was starting to really turn me on, but at the same time I felt so sorry for her because I know that she was so embarrassed. She got more and more desperate. She started biting her lip and begging me to drive faster. She grabbed me by the shoulder and moaned even louder, muttering that she wasn't going to make it, and that she didn't want this to happen with me in the car. She begged for me to pull over and let her run into the woods but I told her the interstate was too busy and someone might see. She got very still and asked me to grab the blanket from the back seat so she could sit on it to keep the mess off the seat, but once she had the blanket she was to afraid to lift up and put it under her and she just kept repeating, "it's going to come out" almost crying now. The last few miles to the exit were quiet. Just a few small moans while she sat there clutching the blanket and trying her best to be a statue. I encouraged her the whole time and told her it was going to be ok no matter what happened. I honestly felt very torn, because I knew this situation was terrible for her, but I was so turned on I could barely stand it. I wanted to be compassionate and encouraging, but I also wanted her to completely lose control. We finally made it to the exit and I pulled into a restaurant. She ordered me to stop at the door, and ran out of the car the second I stopped. When she came back she told me that she barely got her leggings down in time, but that she made it. I thought that y'all might appreciate that story. Didn't realize it'd be that long when I started but I hope you enjoyed it!

I was driving home today and it was probably about -20°F out, so it took me a little while longer to get home than usual. I was getting desperate to go to the bathroom, both 1 and 2, but especially 1. I would've been turned on by this, but I'm not into messing at all and I strongly didn't wanna permanently ruin my work clothes and right now I have no way to wash them. (I have wet my black work pants before though when I was scrambling into the house. The ones I wore today are light gray.) When I got home, I had to take 5 trips to and from the car to get all the water bottles and jugs. I don't have any running water in my house right now, which is why I had to stop and buy some on my way home. But I really didn't wanna take too long and it was already getting late. I didn't wanna be one of those customers who gets there too close to the store's closing time. I really wanted to just go inside and then unload all the stuff from the car, but I would've had to take all my warm clothes off and then put them all back on again, so I didn't see that as a viable option. But this means I had to take more trips because I was afraid that if I picked up too many heavy things that I wouldn't make it. I opted for the longer time rather than living dangerously, though there's a definite element of risk to both options. After all that, I had to take off my coat and other winter stuff before using the bathroom. I did end up making it to the toilet, though just barely and I hesitated a bit first because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to flush it. I decided fuck it, I need to go RIGHT NOW so I just decided to worry about that afterwards. I live in a dinky little old rental house in the middle of nowhere that's technically not habitable by legal standards. So these things happen sometimes. (Before anyone asks, my landlord knows I don't have water and doesn't care. It's a problem, but I don't need help sorting it out and I'd rather not think about it a lot right now because I'm here to be horny.)

Just a heads up, sorry for the long read. This is just one of the best omo/padded experiences I've ever had and didn't want to leave out any details So last night, I wanted to try make myself bedwet for the first time ever. I waited until it was way later than I'd normally sleep, drank half of my bladder's max, padded up, and drank the other half to fill my bladder. It was 4:30am. Since it was so late and my bladder wasn't full yet, I should have been able to sleep. I just... couldn't though. I don't know why, but as soon as I went to go sleep, my brain suddenly switched back on. I tried to sleep for 40 mins, but nothing. I tried getting up for fresh air, but since I was feeling kinda desperate, was now standing, and I was padded, I ended up emptying my bladder quite a bit without even thinking. I went back to bed and tried to sleep again, but I still couldn't. It was 6am now, and I was feeling too desperate to even sleep at this point, so I decided to just stand in front of my bed & let myself pee. It was the best relief I'd felt in ages... without even realising, I was in a sort of trance. My hands moved on their own towards my padding, my head was tilted back, and my eyes closed on their own. Eventually I snapped out of it and felt really warm & soggy, but then I realised something. I can't change or dry off for another 3 hours, or else my sibling might wake up and hear me moving around from his room. This wasn't too bad, but then I also realised I peed a lot more than I thought, and my padding was close to leaking & probably couldn't hold more than a few more spurts. I decided to challenge myself, and try fill up my bladder again & hold until I could change. 30 mins in, I realise my bladder wasn't fully empty after soaking my padding, and was feeling the need to pee again. I wouldn't be able to leave my room soon, so I extremely quietly brought 1700mls of water to my room. I was only at a 4/10, but it was definitely noticeable. 30 mins in, I'd already drank 500mls. 60 mins in, I'd now drank 1L... this might've been a mistake... my bladder was already holding a bit left from the last hold, and now I'd just added another 1000mls... At this point, I found out the hard way that if you're padded, you're already soaked, and you're desperate, it's much, MUCH harder to hold. I was now at a 7/10, and started squeezing my legs a lot. 7am. A little less than 2 more hours before I could pee. 15 mins later, I heared my sibling get up. I had to spend the rest of the hold in bed pretending to be asleep so my sibling wouldn't hear & check in on me. This wasn't gonna be easy at all... I was at an 8/10 and had to hold for what felt like an eternity longer in my bed. 7:30am. A spurt of pee came out... not a big one, but it still made me panic. I did feel a tiny bit relieved, but that's the first time I've ever peed in bed when trying not to tho... 8am. I was at a 9/10. I was giving it my all to not leak/spurt any more. I'd been slowly drinking from the 700mls of water over the last hour, and had drank another 300mls at this point. 8:10am. I had to do it. I had to let out a 5 second spurt or else I'd lose control and flood & heavily leak my padding right here in bed. I managed to stop after 6 secs, but leaked a tiny bit over the next min. 8:20am. 30 mons left. I felt my bladder about to let the floodgates open. This was the most desperate I've ever been in my life. My bladder wouldn't stop pulsing. I was at a 9.9/10, but I somehow managed to stop drinking water JUST before my bladder reached its bursting point. I don't know how, but I managed to keep holding. I... I can actually do this. 8:30am. I had to let out another short burst, but I felt a tiny leak from my padding in my pyjamas. I immediately stopped the flow which felt like slamming the brakes on my bladder. 8:35am. You know what? I'm thirsty and by the time it reaches my bladder, I'll either be peeing already, or I'll just about to be able to. I drank the remaining 400mls. 10 more mins. I CAN do this. 5 more mins. My bladder decided to make me have one last extreme desperation wave. I didn't give in. 4 mins. The wave finally ended. 3 mins. I accidentally think about how good it'll feel to be able to let myself pee, and almost went to empty my bladder 2 mins. Just a tiny bit further. 1 min. ... 8:50am. I carefully get up and slowly walk to my door. I check the hallway. The bathroom is free, my sibling is at work, and the kitchen door is shut. I make my way to the bathroom. I knew I didn't have time to take my padding off & not wet, so I immediately went to the bath and ignored the toilet. As soon as I stepped in the bath & stood up, my bladder decided then and there it was done. Pee started gushing out of me. My hands shot down to my crotch & I went into a half squat, but it did nothing to stop the floodgates. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. A couple secs later, I felt pee start to drip down my legs, which shortly became a constant stream. I took my hands away, and stream flow. I held until the time I had to, I made it to 𝘢 toilet, I didn't leak anywhere that'd make cleanup hard. That was more than good enough for me. I peed for 2 mins straight, and kept peeing on and off for another 10 mins before I was finally empty. I finally took my drenched padding off, and had a long shower. I then just wrapped my padding in a dirty towel so I could hide it for a min, tossed it out when the coast was clear, and put the towel & pyjamas I wore in the wash

Hello! I said I wanted to tell my stories about my incontinence, so here you go let's start with that time i I wet myself in public, keep in mind that it was not intended and at the time of the events, I hated it. But as of today I'm really fine and i don't feel ashamed anymore. Just a quick reminder, I'm Emma, I'm from france, I always had issues with my bladder, I can't hold for a long time. We are in november 2019. I just entered university, and that uni was far away. In the morning I wake up pretty early to eat my casual breakfast, I drink a hot chocolate and eat a croissant (true french behavior amiright??), I did not sleep well that night so sadly I fall asleep just after finishing my breakfast. When I wake up I realise I need to leave NOW or I'll be late, I change quickly into my clothe for the day, Wearing a blue denim short over grey pantyhose, with a oversized blue wool sweater (the oversized thing will be important). I don't really have time to do anything else beside grabbing my stuff and run like hell to the bus stop. I barely get in the bus, luckily the driver saw me running and stopped the bus and re-opened its doors. I thank the guy, pay, and I sit at the back of the bus. This is when I realise the hot chocolate i drank earlier really wants to go out. The drive is long, like 45 minutes long, thankfully I'm alone in the bus and even at the end of the ride we were like 8. So I had plenty of intimacy to squirm and try to hold it, But hell this was hard. When I get out of the bus, I realize two things: it is way colder than I expected and I'm about to piss myself if I don't go to the toilet now. Thank god there's public toilet at the stop, I don't even care about being late anymore. When I enter the toilet I still have everything to remove, my sweat is tucked into my short, I have a belt and pantyhose, all these steps feel like ages to be done. luckily I'm able to make it. After I'm done I look at my white panties to see that there's a tiny wet spot, I don't really mind, at least I'm not soaked. I look at my phone and see that its 7:50 AM, so I can still get to uni in time. Ten minutes later I'm in my classroom at my sit, the teacher is not there yet, and I realize I need to pee again, but for now it's fine, I wonder if I should go since the teacher is often 5 minutes late. The moment i convince myself that it's a good idea, our teacher enters the room, shoot I'm blocked. Well it's fine, if it's really that bad I can just ask, it's university and people are pretty chill and don't really care, I could even just stand and go without asking nobody would care. Okay it's not fine 20 minutes later and it's already urgent, I try to be noticed by the teacher but there's a problem, I'm at the back of the class and I'm rather small, in fact I'm really tiny, 150cm or 4'11 to be exact, the urge start to go away so I try to think about something else, maybe I'll have better luck in a couple minutes. But no, suddenly a huge wave strike my bladder and I leak little, so at that point I just stand and decide to go to the toilet. As I pass in front of the teacher, I quickly apology and say it's urgent, He doesn't mind. Right Outside of the class I start to run with one of my hand between my legs, nobody is in the hallway so at that point I don't care. Another close call, I made it to the toilet, but again the steps of removing everything make me spurt. Fortunately, I release everything right in time to remove my clothe, but I don't even have time to sit before the stream starts. After that long stream I look at my clothe, calling it a wet spot would clearly be an enderstatement, my panties are clearly wet, the pantyhose also got it's darken area now and since it's a grey pantyhose it's even more visible, but the short is fine. When I get back in my cloth I can clearly feel the cold area between my legs, not the best feeling in november... But anyway I get back to the class. Later, at 9am, I notice I'm really thirsty, I have a bottle of water in my bag so I decide to drink a bit, but not too much since I don't want to get in a tense situation again (foreshadowing). An hour later I am desperate again but it's 10am so it's time for the 20 minute break. Usually the bathroom are crowded at the start and get empty at the end. This is a strategy I used since I'm born to get a place to the toilet without having to wait while doing nothing, instead I can wait outside and hang out with my friend wich is a good distraction to avoid thinking about my bladder, besides, I'm a smoker and I usually smoke while waiting the bus, but obviously I didn't have that chance this morning so I really needed a cig. at that point I'm almost done when I realise that I really gotta go or I'll have an accident. I just want to point out that even if usually I need to go during each break, I have no idea why this particular day my bladder was this active. I go in a hurry to the bathroom to realize that only two person are waiting in line but all the stall are occupied, so It's all good, I won't have to wait too much. But it is at this right moment that my fate was decided, that everything fell down. All the speakers start to scream loudly a repetitive sound, it's the fire alarm. I see everyone quickly going outside, I wait a bit to see if one of the stall is being freed but I'm quickly caught by someone from the staff, who tells me that it's not an exercise and I need to get out of the school now, I don't argue, but inside I'm in panic. there's no bathroom outside of the school and it's directly on the road so it's not like I can hide behind a bush or something and safety mesures require all students to stay grouped so no one can be left behind. I join my friend but at the moment I'm to embarassed at my situation. The staff is taking a long time to figure out what happened, probably one of the fire detector went of at the slight detection of smoke but now they have to figure out wich one to be sure at 100% that there's no fire. At that point I can't even interact with anyone and just stay silent, but it's not enough. I leak a first time and realise I'm really close to wet my panties. I try not to squirm too much but it's borderline impossible and I leak again. I decide to smoke until I can have access to the toilet again so I can distract myself from the urge but while doing so I start to think about how the bathroom are gonna be crowded after such event. My heart is racing, my stomach hurt and I can feel like I'm having a panic attack. Once I finished smoking, a huge wave of desperation hit my bladder and let a spurt out for two seconds. As I look down I realise it is now noticeable, I can see the wetness picking out of my denim short on my pantyhose. I try to hide it as I start crying. But I'm in total panic and my whole body is shaking, A friend reachs me and ask if I'm okay. I'm unable to speak properly, only saying "I can't" repeatively in incomprehensible way. I let out a final spurt, grabbing my crotch in panic, I realise everyone is looking as I can feel the warm spreading down my legs. I stay in shock for ten seconds, ten seconds were I pee myself completely. At that moment I feel my brain leaving me, I litteraly faint for a second and fall into my puddle (and I hurt my knees at that moment). I think I stayed here for a solid minute crying and hiding my face, when the same friend reaches me again with a uni staff member. both help me to get up. We go to a private room in the university, I don't know if its because they figure out the alarm or it's just empathy but at that point I don't really care (thanks to them anyway, they were really kind). I see them leaving for a minute saying they're gonna grab some stuff. At that point I just want to go home so I text the same friend who helped me and say I'm going back home. Thankfully I had my bag all that time so I just leave. Looking at my clothe I realise my sweat didn't wet so I tuck it of my pants to hide the damage, it's very oversized to the point it hides completely my short. I walk to the bus stop noticing some people are staring me, I'm kind of sad that the oversized sweat doesnt work but then I understand. I'm an idiot, my grey pantyhose are still wet so EVERYONE IN THE CITY saw my soaked pants. I quickly go to the public bathroom and remove it, I'm gonna freeze to death but I don't want people to see me like that for the rest of the day. When I finally got back home I jumped in the shower and I remember crying for half an hour. I don't really remember what happened next. But I didn't go to school for a week and after 6 month eventually I drop out university. It was the first time I wet myself in front of a litteral crowd (in fact, it only happened twice, and the second time was very different). This was horrible to live but looking back now, I don't really care anymore since I'm way more opened about my incontinence. Anyway I hope you enjoyed my story. I plan to talk more about my incontinence in the future so stay tuned! Bye!