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    When I mentioned to my wife about measuring how much her bladder held, she surprised me by being OK with it. When I told her I was going to hold along with her and I would probably beat her, she got REALLY into it! I'm not in the video at all, but I can assure you I was doing it along with her. That evening, after already having a few beers and breaking the seal, we sat down to watch a movie. We split a bottle of wine and had plenty of water to drink. It had already been an hour since our last pee and she already was needing to go. About an hour into the movie she told me she had to pee super bad, so I suggested she unbutton her pants but instead she took them off along with her panties which took some pressure off. It didn't take too much longer before she was fidgeting a lot, which is when I started the video. You can see her getting more and more restless and occasionally gasping for the first several minutes before she I suggested she started holding herself. What she found was that slowly rubbing herself helped take her mind off of her bladder. It only worked for a while, though, before she couldn't take it anymore. She repeatedly said "NOW, NOW, NOW!" while I got the container ready then ran to release her bladder. I'm going to give away the finish, but it took over a minute to empty her bladder and was more than enough to fill a wine bottle. File is recorded in 1080p and is ~9:30 minutes long.

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  2. View File Measuring her bladder's capacity - her first time ever! When I mentioned to my wife about measuring how much her bladder held, she surprised me by being OK with it. When I told her I was going to hold along with her and I would probably beat her, she got REALLY into it! I'm not in the video at all, but I can assure you I was doing it along with her. That evening, after already having a few beers and breaking the seal, we sat down to watch a movie. We split a bottle of wine and had plenty of water to drink. It had already been an hour since our last pee and she already was needing to go. About an hour into the movie she told me she had to pee super bad, so I suggested she unbutton her pants but instead she took them off along with her panties which took some pressure off. It didn't take too much longer before she was fidgeting a lot, which is when I started the video. You can see her getting more and more restless and occasionally gasping for the first several minutes before she I suggested she started holding herself. What she found was that slowly rubbing herself helped take her mind off of her bladder. It only worked for a while, though, before she couldn't take it anymore. She repeatedly said "NOW, NOW, NOW!" while I got the container ready then ran to release her bladder. I'm going to give away the finish, but it took over a minute to empty her bladder and was more than enough to fill a wine bottle. Submitter cwpee Submitted 09/11/2017 Category Peeing  
  3. So here's an idea. Get super crazy desperate, put on some tight jeans, add a padlock to the button and spin around on the spot and throw the key somewhere in the room. Then try to find it before you piss yourself mhahahagajfagel cough,cough, ok back in the room. So yeah I think it's a great way to make sure you have a good chance at losing it or finding it! See what I did there have fun /:)
  4. Yesterday I was at work and it was really busy. I was really happy to see things picking up at work as the beginning of this year has been pretty slow :P I had my coffee and water this morning and I had to open the store alone. I peed first thing when I got into work to avoid any urgency, or at least I thought it would have avoided that.... An hour into the day and I started to feel an urge to pee. But I knew I could hold it. I just told myself to keep focusing on conversation with people. About an hour and a half later and they store was pretty busy. I couldn't keep up with greeting everyone while assisting customers. PLUS I HAD TO PEE. The want had become a need and I was on the edge of bursting. I decided that I would ask the store next door to lend an employee to watch my store for a minute for me to take a pee break, but the phone rang!! It was my manager who was meant to be in relatively soon. I was excited to hear from her until she said she would be another 45 minutes. I told her my situation of needing to pee and she said I couldn't ask another store to watch our store. I was terrified. I was going to pee myself if I didn't ask SOMEONE to PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!! I would have had asked someone next store but of course there are cameras that would tell the truth of what happened so I was stuck in this situation. Once I got off the phone I got myself back together and started talking to a couple who had walked in while I was on the phone. As we were talking I started to shift from side to side. The knew what was up. After a few minutes the woman asked "Hey....are you okay...are you needing to....pee...?" I looked at her stunned! She said it! I NEED TO PEE!! I looked at her and just said "Yes." She offered to watch the store but I told her I couldn't leave the front of the store and that my manager would be in soon (still about 45 minutes!!!!!). I managed to force myself to stand still while they were still in the store to avoid her bringing up my need to pee again. About 15 minutes later and this was it. I called my manager and said "Can I please ask someone next door to just watch the store for a minute so I can pee?" Once again the answer was no and that she would be in shortly. I explained the urgency but she was still against it. So I hung up just horrified of what was about to happen. Once I got off the phone someone asked me if we had a picture frame in a navy blue. I told them yes we did but it is in the backroom. Just then I realized 'Oh my gosh this is it!!!!' There is a drain in this backroom hall. So I slipped back to find this navy blue frame. Once I had the door closed to the room I pulled my underwear off from under my dress and let it go!!! It was glorious. Probably too loud.... But I didn't care. I was in a rush to get the glorious pee over with (EVEN THOUGH THIS FELT FREAKING AMAZING!!!!) and get that darn picture frame to this customer!!! As I peed I even was peeing too fast for the drain to keep up. The floor was flooding some and soon I stopped as I felt enough of a relief a good way through. I got the picture frame in hand and when I opened the door to the back room my manager was right there! She asked me why I wasn't on the floor and I showed her that I was getting this picture frame. She took it for what it was and let me get it to the customer. I'm so glad it worked out well as after I dealt with that customer I then looked at my manager and said "Can I pee now??" and she said yes.
  5. female Tales of a Student Teacher

    When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  6. 12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. ---
  7. Version 1.0.0

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    Becky Lesabre is waiting to be let in. She has to pee and decides to give her friend a call. They won't let her in. She ends up leaking a little bit, gives her friend another call to let them know that she's already started to pee her shorts. Well, still nothing so she just lets out all her pee into her khaki shorts. Just when you think she's done, twice, she has a little more actually come out. Warning: this video contains nudity when she takes her shorts off beckypee041415.mp4

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  8. View File Becky Lesabre pees her shorts Becky Lesabre is waiting to be let in. She has to pee and decides to give her friend a call. They won't let her in. She ends up leaking a little bit, gives her friend another call to let them know that she's already started to pee her shorts. Well, still nothing so she just lets out all her pee into her khaki shorts. Just when you think she's done, twice, she has a little more actually come out. Warning: this video contains nudity when she takes her shorts off beckypee041415.mp4 Submitter tmivelaz Submitted 03/13/2017 Category Shorts Wetting  
  9. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
  10. female The Wife Who Had To Hold It

    I posted this story at another board and the people there liked it and asked me to write more, so I thought it worth posting here. It started out originally as a short story based on an idea I had, but it quickly became much longer than the under 1,000 word story I was originally intending to write. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #1) My wife, Kate, and I were both big conservationists. We also lived in an area that had frequent droughts, and was frequently very hot outdoors. The frequent hot days, as well as how frequently me and Kate were outdoors, met me and Kate drank a lot of water to stay hydrated. It wasn't unusual for either of us to drink 2 half a liter bottles of water an hour, which of course made us both have to pee pretty frequently after a while. Kate had a much stronger bladder then me however. Kate was such a big conservationist that despite all the water she drank to stay hydrated, Kate used the toilet no more than 3 times a day in order to save water on toilet flushes. My wife frequently tried to encourage me to cut down on my uses of the toilet each day to. We had a high efficiency flush toilet that used only 1.28 gallons of water per flush. But urinals did use even less water, less than 0.5 gallons a flush. So a while ago I convinced Kate to agree to have me install a urinal in our bathroom to help us save water & money. Kate though insisted from the start that she would never use the urinal. "You can use the urinal to save water on your flushes honey, but us girls have to sit down on a toilet seat to pee. I'd make a huge mess if I tried to use a urinal" Kate had told me. But the idea of watching my wife use the urinal turned me on big time, no matter how much Kate insisted that she would never do so. "Kate the urinal uses only a third of the water as our regular toilet" I frequently said. "Just think of all the water you'd conserve if you learned how to use it without making a mess. There's guides on the Internet to teach women like you how to pee standing up, and there's even devices like the SheWee you can buy". Kate however would often counter this by replying "Karl, you use the urinal a lot more then I use the toilet. Just imagine how much water you could save if you limited yourself to 3 or less trips to the toilet a day like I do". At the time I started pestering my wife about the urinal I was using the toilet around 8 times a day, and I pissed a gusher each time because of all the water me and Kate drank in a day. I decided after a while that taking my wife's suggestion of cutting down my trips to the bathroom might help get Kate to take my suggestion at using the urinal. So over a 6 month period I worked on holding it in longer and getting a much stronger bladder. Kate however still stubbornly refused to use the urinal during that time, not even using it once just to try it out. Eventually our stalemate ended unexpected one day when I pestered Kate about the urinal yet again. Instead of replying with her usual response, Kate replied with a different solution for us to save more water. "I'll tell you what Karl" she said, "since you're right that my toilet flushes use 3 times the water as yours I'll only use the toilet once for every 3 times that you do from now on". Stunned by my wife's different answer, I replied "Kate I'd be thrilled with such a compromise, but can you really hold it that long all the time". By that point, thanks to Kate's urging, I was getting closer to needing the urinal only 3 times a day. "You'd be holding it in almost all day Kate, and you drink several gallons of water a day". "Of course I can hold it" Kate answered with a hint of impatience. "You know I'm a strong girl who's always had an iron bladder that's much stronger than yours Karl. I can wait as long as your trips to the urinal make me, even with my strong thirst not allowing me to cut back on my drinking. If you manage to start taking even less frequent trips to the urinal then your current 3 to 4 pisses a day then I'll just have to tough it out and wait longer, and we'll conserve even more water, I won't complain". "So this is also your way of encouraging me to wait even longer in between using the urinal" I replied. Me and my wife didn't conserve water just from being conservationists, we were both turned on by each other holding it for as long as we could. "Well of course Karl" answered Kate with a grin. "I've been urging you to hold it in longer and longer and use the urinal less frequently for months now. So it's only fair that I put my money where my mouth is and cut down on my own trips to the toilet to". Naturally I liked this solution, and I decided it was good reason to train myself to use the urinal just once a day. Just the thought of having the power to make Kate's bladder crack if I could take as few pisses as possible made me excited. I'm sure the thought of how desperate I was going to let myself get before I finally used the urinal from now on also turned Kate on. "There's just one more condition I want to add to this" I said before agreeing. "If my infrequent trips to the urinal prove to be too much to you, you can always use the urinal to relieve yourself whenever you want to Kate". I knew full well that Kate would never use the urinal, unless it was a choice between the urinal or pissing herself when her iron bladder finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Kate smirked and giggled in response "if you insist then fine. But like I said before Karl, I'm a tough woman, and you're never going to get me so desperate that I'd consider using the urinal. Nor will you ever see me piss myself because I can't hold it back any longer. You know full well what an iron bladder I have". Kate's confidence that I couldn't best her iron bladder even under these rules rigged against her only made me more determined to try. From that day on Kate had to cut her visits to the toilet down from her usual two to three times a day to just once a day. And as she bragged earlier Kate didn't cut down on her frequent drinking of water either, she still drank several gallons of water a day. I tried to keep up with my normal water intake to, though Kate still gave me more frequent reminders then previously to stay hydrated. By the evenings when Kate hadn't peed for nearly 24 hours, and had downed at least 2 gallons of water throughout the day, it started to become a regular thing for Kate to be sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting at least mildly in desperation. Yet even that didn't stop Kate from casually downing yet more bottles of spring water. Also true to her bragging Kate never complained once about her bladder even when she hadn't peed in over 24 hours. Nor did Kate suggest I visit the urinal more frequently, or show any signs that she was seriously considering using the urinal herself. But this was only during the first week of our long challenge. I was determined to greatly increase the pressure on my wife's bladder in the coming months until I finally bested her iron bladder. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #2) My last story took place a year ago. Since then my own bladder has gotten much stronger, but so has my wife Kate's. This morning, a Monday, I woke up to our alarm at 7 AM incredibly desperate with a very full bladder that I hadn't emptied in over 24 hours. Me and Kate had drank a lot of soda at the movies last night, and of course because we liked to stay hydrated in our hot climate me and Kate had drank a lot of water throughout the day yesterday to. By my count I had drank around two and a half gallons yesterday, while Kate had drank a bit over 3 gallons, which was more than usual for her, but not by much. Kate was just waking up beside me as I got out of bed and rushed to the urinal to piss. Kate, with her rock hard bladder bulge clearly visible from several days of holding it and lots of drinking would have loved to sit on the toilet next to the urinal and join me in the relief of a morning piss. But this was only my 2nd pee since Kate's last one, 2 and a half days ago. That met my wife still had a lot more waiting to go before she could take her piss. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Kate, our bathroom was right across our bedroom. The urinal and toilet were both clearly visible from the open door. I was in such a desperate hurry to pee that I didn't even close the bathroom door. So from where Kate sat up in bed she had a clear line of sight of me standing at the urinal. Kate watched from the bedroom as I whipped my desperate penis out and started to piss a gusher into the urinal. Through the open bathroom door I heard a groan escape from Kate's lips as I started to piss. I glanced over at Kate and saw her looking away from me and my piss, with a strained look on her face. Kate was fidgeting around in bed and gripping her pussy, likely suffering from some bladder spasms due to my loud gusher of piss going on just 15 feet away from her. I grinned, my prideful Kate liked to pretend to be the lady with the iron bladder who never needed to pee. But even she was human enough to flinch at my piss when she was this desperate, Kate had last peed Friday evening at 9 PM, 58 hours ago. I sighed in relief as the gusher from my penis finally ran out several minutes later, and flushed the urinal. When I left the bathroom feeling quite relieved I smiled at Kate, who seemed to have recovered by now from hearing my loud morning piss. Kate was standing with her arms crossed and her legs spread what was surely an uncomfortable distance in her desperate state. Kate knew I had heard her groan, and saw her squirm like a girl about to piss herself. Kate was trying to put up her tough girl act for her wounded pride, to make up for her moment of weakness when I pissed in front of her. Kate tried to stand before me like her bladder didn't have a care in the world, but one glance at Kate's rock hard bladder bulge clearly said otherwise. I reminded her "that was my 2nd trip to the bathroom since your last piss Kate, one more and then you can pee to. I hope you can make it, you looked like you were at the end of your rope struggling to contain yourself a few minutes ago while I was pissing away". Kate's proud face frowned for a moment, revealing a glimmer of concern, before she hid her concern behind her pride again. "No, I'm good now Karl. My bladder just had a slight moment of weakness after just waking up. And my pussy got jealous during that moment of weakness at the sight of your penis taking a morning piss, since I've been holding it for 58 hours now. But don't worry, I can keep holding it as long as I need to. I won't let myself show signs of weakness again Karl". "We'll see about that Kate" I replied. "You've got a long day of work ahead of you, and it's going to take a lot of hours until I'm full enough to need to pee again. Who knows how much longer you're still going to have to wait. Just remember, you can always give up and use the urinal whenever you want to". Kate to her credit didn't flinch at my taunting, even with her legs still spread an uncomfortable distance with her full bladder. "Karl there's no need to threaten to wait a while to keep me waiting a while longer. I know full well you're going to keep me waiting at least another 24 hours for a much needed piss, maybe even longer". Kate paused for a moment to put up a grin and gently rub a hand over her rock hard bladder bulge. "I'm a tough woman, and a tough wife, I can wait as long as your bladder can make me to take a piss. And for the last time, I'm not taking your get out of jail free card by using the urinal". With that me and Kate began to get dressed for the day. Kate grabbed her usual outfit for a day at work, a black women's pants suit. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder Kate's pants suits fit just fine, but with a 2 and a half day full bladder I knew all her pants suits were sure to be tight around her already rock hard bladder bulge. While I put my own clothes on I kept an eye on my wife dressing herself. Kate to my surprise didn't even flinch as she pulled her tight pants suit on over her bladder bulge, tightened her belt, and locked her belt buckle. The belt especially surely made Kate's tight clothing press down uncomfortably on her bulging bladder. Kate finished off her outfit by slipping a pair of high heel's on her feet that while fashionable, surely made walking much more painful on her nearly bursting bladder. But despite all the uncomfortable clothing, Kate looked up at me casually after she had finished dressing, looking unconcerned about the added pressure her tight clothing and high heels put on her surely aching bladder. We headed to our kitchen to have some breakfast before heading to work. I got out a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water out poured out a large glass of water for each of us, and set the table, while Kate prepared breakfast. By the end of breakfast our large pitcher was completely dry after me and Kate had each downed 3 glasses of water with breakfast, which was pretty normal for us. Me and Kate both worked for the same company, it was a very large corporation in a very large office building. Neither of us worked in the same part of the building however, so outside of lunch breaks and occasional meetings together, we rarely saw each other at work. Our jobs also at times required one of us go out in the field to visit clients some days, today however wasn't one of those days, which met me and Kate could carpool to work together. As usual I was the one who drove, while Kate grabbed a fresh bottle of water to drink during the ride in. Me and Kate arrived at work shortly before 9 AM. Kate kissed me goodbye before we went our separate ways to our own offices at opposite ends of the building. I had expected to go out for lunch with Kate at 1 PM later that day, but shortly before 11 AM my phone buzzed with a text from Kate. "Can't do lunch today, work meeting to prepare 4 important client tomorrow". I sighed, disappointed I wouldn't get to see Kate at lunch. I knew Kate, like me, was drinking a lot of water and coffee at her desk, despite her 62 hours without a bathroom break. I had been looking forward to seeing if my prideful wife could continue to hold her bursting bladder at lunch without squirming around or gripping her crotch in a sign of her desperation as she had bragged earlier. But then I realized what Kate's text message met about her schedule at work tomorrow. Kate would likely be busy in meetings all day with whoever her important client was. I was also determined to continue holding it into tomorrow. Realistically I thought I could last until around lunch time tomorrow without a piss, which met Kate would have to keep holding it until at least noon tomorrow, over 3 and a half days without a piss for Kate. And then I knew Kate tended to really hate using public toilets, including the ones at work, so she'd probably hold it till she got home. The frown on my face turned to a big grin as Kate's text message gave me an idea to prepare for tomorrow. On my computer I brought up our company's calendar app. In the app I checked our list of expected visitors tomorrow, and what their schedules were. I also checked the list of who was going to be out of the office tomorrow visiting a client at their site. After reading the lists I grinned when I realized the evil idea my mind was hatching would work. I pulled my phone back out to text a response to Kate. "OK, see u after work Kate, love u". After sending my text to Kate I got up from my desk and went to do a few things to prepare for tomorrow. Over at Kate's office, despite Kate's pride and her promise to be strong and to not let her bursting bladder show any weakness, no one was watching her. So Kate was crossing her legs and squirming around in desperation behind her desk for all she was worth. But despite her bursting bladder, Kate was so engrossed in her work that she was surprised when the meeting reminder popped up on her computer 15 minutes before noon. Kate glanced at the side of her desk where she kept her empty drink containers, and counted 2 coffee cups and 4 bottles of water. Kate grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation when she realized she had already drank over a gallon of water and coffee so far today, and she hadn't peed in nearly 63 hours. Kate's tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her, applying more pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to let it expand despite all Kate had drank so far today. Kate gripped her crotch with both hands and rocked back and forth in her chair for a moment as she waited for her bladder to calm down. After a few minutes when Kate was convinced her bursting bladder had calmed down enough for her to handle, she grabbed her laptop and got up to head to her meeting. But Kate nearly grimaced in pain after just a few steps, as her spasming bladder reminded her how painful it was to walk in high heels with a bladder as bursting full as hers was. Kate's meeting was a long one, starting with a work lunch at noon, and continuing until quitting time at 5 PM. Kate knew she couldn't fidget around in desperation in her meetings, but she was sure that her bursting bladder would calm down again when she got to sit down at the meeting. So my prideful wife was completely confident that she wouldn't let herself show any weakness to her co-workers as she arrived at the meeting early and sat down. Still, Kate was nervous about meeting with her important client tomorrow, and Kate always found herself drinking more water & coffee than usual when she was nervous. A glance at her empty drink containers from this morning had told Kate that she was already drinking more than usual today. Kate knew that she hadn't peed in over 63 hours by now, and she knew her rule that she had to hold it until my 3rd piss likely met she wouldn't be able to piss at least until tomorrow morning. Kate tried to put a conscious effort on cutting back on her heavy drinking a bit to try to stop her bursting bladder's complaints from getting even worse. Yet as Kate's 5 hour meeting continued to drag on, Kate's nerves continued to get the better of her judgment. By 5 PM when the meeting and workday were finally over Kate had drank another 7 bottles of water and 1 more cup of coffee during her meeting. Kate quietly cursed her lack of self control as she realized she had already drank a second gallon of water today, with the entire evening still to go before bedtime. It had been nearly 3 days (68 hours to be exact) since Kate had been able to relieve her bursting rock hard bladder by now. With an effort, Kate slowly got up from her chair, hoping that standing in her high heels wouldn't set off more spasms from her desperate bladder. Kate sighed in relief as none came when she was standing, and started to carefully head towards the main entrance to meet me and go home for the day. From my end, today had been a very productive day, as I had succeeded in making all the necessary arrangements for my evil idea I got earlier from Kate's text message. I had also been drinking a lot of water and coffee throughout the day, as I usually did, but not as much as Kate had. I had drank 2 cups of coffees and 8 bottles of water throughout the entire 8 hour workday. I had a definite urge to piss by now, but thanks to all of my practice over the last few years, heavily encouraged by Kate, I could easily handle it without an issue. Kate was already at the main entrance of the building when I got there. Before Kate saw me coming I noticed Kate had her legs pressed close together, rubbing them back and forth in a subtle sign of her desperation after 68 hours without a piss. My prideful wife stopped this immediately when she saw me coming, and walked out to our car with me. On the way out I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Kate for the ride home without asking. I thought for sure Kate would at least let a small grimace show on her face after she was rubbing her legs together like that just a moment ago. But to her credit Kate's pride made her give me a big smile and thank me as she accepted the bottle of water and took a sip from it. Me and Kate piled into the car, with me driving. In the back of my mind I wondered if Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had gotten even bigger from all her drinking today. But after a quick glance at Kate I realized Kate's tight pants suit and belt prevented her bladder from bulging out any farther. The added pressure on Kate's bladder must have been getting immense after all the additional water and coffee she's had today I realized. Yet my prideful Kate, true to her word, merely crossed one leg loosely over the other in a natural position. Not even with her tight pants suit and belt making things much more difficult on her would Kate show weakness in her bladder to me while she knew I was watching. On the way home we made small talk for a while, and Kate began to tell me some about the important client she was meeting for much of the day tomorrow. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch together again tomorrow Karl" Kate told me as she summed up her schedule for tomorrow. Me and Kate were always disappointed when we had to go to lunch separately, so Kate expected me to be disappointed. I put on an Oscar winning performance as I replied to Kate "well, it turns out it's probably better your client is visiting tomorrow over another day". Kate got a confused look on her face, and asked me "what do you mean Karl"? "It turns out I won't be in the office tomorrow Kate, so we couldn't have lunch together anyway even if you were available that day. I've got to go out in the field with a different client tomorrow. It was supposed to be Fred who was going instead of me, but Fred got a really nasty flu over the weekend, and I was the next best person they had available". Most of that was true, except I had volunteered for the job, I wasn't chosen for being the next best option. Kate was silent for a moment as she realized the implications of this. She wasn't able to hide the disappointment in her voice when she finally replied "well I guess that means we both have to drive separately tomorrow". I nodded my head, Kate hated driving when she hadn't peed in over 2 days, let alone over 3 and a half days like it would be tomorrow morning. "Maybe it's for the best anyway, I can't guarantee I'll be finished with my client and able to leave on time at 5 PM tomorrow, if things don't go well". I grinned inwardly at how my ideas for tomorrow might go even better than expected after what Kate had told me. Not being able to go to work with Kate, and observe her in the car to see if she could manage not to fidget in desperation like mad was a downside to my ideas for tomorrow, but it was a necessary sacrifice for my plan. I got me and Kate home shortly before 6 PM, with Kate having managed to maintain her composure the entire ride home without showing any signs of weakness. Still, I knew my prideful wife Kate was dying to use the toilet after going 69 hours without urinating a single drop. But of course I had still not taken my 3rd piss since Kate's last one. So rushing inside and racing to the bathroom to use the toilet she so desperately needed simply wasn't an option for my wife due to her pride I watched as my prideful Kate got out of the car and stood on her painful high heels without flinching at the extra pressure it added to her nearly bursting bladder. Kate somehow managed to walk through our front door while continuing to maintain her composure and not let herself squirm in desperation. The first thing Kate did when she walked through the front door was kick off her painful high heels. Kate breathed an audible sigh of relief as one of the things pressuring her bursting bladder while she stood up went away. I'm sure Kate was very tempted to also undo her tight belt and change out of her tight pants suit into something more comfortable. Kate often worse loose fitting jeans and tee shirts on the weekends, which were much kinder on a rock hard bursting bladder like Kate had now. However, Kate had never bothered changing out of her work clothing into something more comfortable after work before, except when we went out somewhere fun in the evening. So my prideful Kate obviously knew I'd view it as a sign of weakness, and call her out on it if she changed into something more comfortable to make it a bit easier on her desperate bladder. The first thing me and Kate started to do once getting home was prepare some dinner, and turn the TV on so we could listen to the news from the kitchen. While we waited for our dinner to cook I grabbed a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, and poured out a large glass for each of us. Kate gladly accepted the glass of water without hesitation and downed nearly a third of it right away. Since taking her high heels off Kate had seem to become a lot calmer and more confident about the state of her bladder. Or maybe Kate's pride made her want to down her drink faster to try to prove to me how unaffected she was by her desperate bladder. By 7 PM our dinner had been cooked and eaten, and our 3 liter pitcher and large glasses had been completely drained. The surprising part about the glasses though was who drank how many cups. Normally me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water when we drained a 3 liter pitcher in one sitting. But Kate had proven more thirsty then I was, drinking 2 glasses before our meal was done cooking, and then drinking another 2 during dinner. Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Kate remained outwardly calm and confident despite the 70 hours she'd now gone without a piss, and the 2 liters of water she'd just drank. But I knew without looking that Kate was squirming and crossing her legs around in desperation under the table. And I knew that the pressure being applied to rock hard bladder bulge, which was still cruelly unable to expand due to Kate's tight clothing and belt, was only getting worse after all the water she had just drank. "Shall we kill the last few hours before bed playing some videogames" I asked Kate. It was one of the things we often did in the evenings together. Me and Kate both had our own computers and computer desks side by side in the living room, meaning Kate could hardly squirm around in her chair without me noticing. The reason we set our computers up this way however, was that we could play online multiplayer games together without the need for headsets or shouting across the room to communicate with each other in game. "Sure" replied Kate, "want to play some Heroes of the Storm matches as Cho'Gall?". For those who don't know, Heroes of the Storm is a MOBA game (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena), and Cho'Gall is a two headed character that takes two people to play, and required a lot of coordination between both players. Cho'Gall was me and Kate's my favorite hero, Kate normally played the Cho (who controlled where the hero moved), and I normally played the Gall. I grinned at Kate's choice of games, no game would make me notice Kate being shall we say 'distracted' from her bursting bladder like a game of HOTS as Cho'Gall. While we booted up our computers and waited for the game to load, I grabbed another 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, poured us both a large glass, and set the pitcher down between us. We played Heroes of the Storm as Cho'Gall for nearly 3 hours until 10 PM. Me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher during that time. I was beginning to feel the urges from my bladder a lot more since the end of work, now 15 hours since I had my morning piss. It was beginning to get to the point where I was tempted to openly squirm around in my seat in desperation, and I did start to the last hour, to let Kate know how full I was starting to get. But I was still well in control of my bladder, and unfortunately for Kate, able to last a lot longer still. Kate on the other hand started out strong in our games, but began to become noticeably more fidgety from time to time at her desk. Kate was constantly adjusting her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, even though she knew none would help her real issue. Yet Kate bravely continued to hold on, and rarely allowed herself to grip her crotch. As the hours went by Kate's performance did decline, but surprisingly not by much. Still, by the time 10 PM rolled around, and we finished our last match, Kate was clearly eager to get out of her tight clothing. Kate announced she was going to take a shower, and hurried out of the room before I could say more than "ok". Once in the bathroom safely behind the closed door where Kate knew I couldn't see her grip herself and squirm in desperation, Kate hurried to unsnap her belt buckle. At first the belt buckle refused to snap open, and Kate despaired at the pressure it continued to apply to her so aching so exhausted bladder. Then Kate pushed down harder on the snap with both her hands, at first Kate felt pain as her pressing on the belt snap pushed it harder against her rock hard bladder bulge. But then Kate felt immediate relief as the buckle snapped open, and her rock hard bladder bulge could finally expand a bit. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the belt off, and then pulled her too tight pants to the floor. When Kate finished fully undressing herself she sighed in relief as the pain in her bladder eased somewhat now that she finally had nothing pressing painfully down on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kate stood naked before the bathroom mirror, admiring her rock hard bladder bulge she had held back for 73 hours now, over 3 whole days. Kate's bladder bulged out nearly 3 inches by Kate's estimate. It was one of the biggest bladder bulges the prideful Kate had ever seen herself have. The prideful part of Kate's mind beamed in joy at how close she was getting to tying to her record largest bladder bulge ever. It wasn't much of a surprise though when Kate thought back to her day, and realized after doing the math that she had downed around 3.4 gallons of water and coffee in just the last 15 hours. Plus Kate had downed around 2.5 and 3 gallons the previous two days during the weekend she recalled. Kate bit her lips nervously and wondered how she would ever get through work tomorrow with her bladder already holding nearly 9 gallons. Kate knew she had been drinking more today because she was nervous about meeting with the client and drank to help cope with her nerves. Kate feared her nerves were bound to be even worse tomorrow when in the presence of the client. It simply wasn't an option for Kate to openly fidget or pee dance in front of the client, or worse yet finally losing her iron grip over her bladder for the first time in her life right in front of the client. Kate glanced away from the mirror and to the side at the urinal she would never use despite her husband's 'pee any time' exception. Beyond the urinal Kate's eyes stared at the inviting white toilet bowl with the lid up and seat down, waiting for her to plop herself on it and open her pussy's flood gates. Kate shuddered violently for a moment as a larger wave of desperation hit her at the sight of the tempting relief of the toilet bowl, so close to her after 73 hours of holding it in. But despite the wave of unimaginable desperation, Kate gripped her bladder's iron sphincter muscles down as hard as she could, and refused to leak a single drop as the wave of urgency passed. Because the lovely white toilet bowl was looking so tempting to her right now, Kate plopped the lid down to try to try to hide it's temptation. Then Kate looked away from the toilets, and went to take her shower. The shower wasn't the easiest thing on Kate with her bladder so full either, but it was still a lot easier then wearing the tight clothing and belt Kate had been in earlier, so she bore it without complaint. Many would have been tempted with such a painfully full bladder like Kate's to pee in the shower, but Kate's pride wouldn't let her. Plus Kate thought the idea of peeing in the shower was disgusting. While she bathed herself, Kate couldn't stop herself from thinking about me, and how she had seen me start to fidget around at the desk after 15 hours without a piss. She thought about how much water and coffee I must have had today that I was holding back. Though she knew it would no doubt be extra difficult on her bladder that hadn't peed in over 73 hours, Kate was already getting turned on by the thought of full bladder sex with me before bed. Kate finished her shower within 10 minutes, dried off, and left the bathroom to put her nightgown on. I hurried into the bathroom after she left, and took a quick shower myself before joining Kate in the bedroom. Me and Kate were soon both all over each, both turned on by each other's full bladder. I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge during sex, feeling just how full it was. Even that gentle touch was enough to make Kate moan in pain, but she didn't pull my hands away. I whispered to Kate how proud I was of her for maintaining her composure all day. I told her how proud I was of her for continuing to keep her iron bladder's dam shut despite how many gallons of water and coffee she had drank. Kate whispered back how she told me she was strong enough to get through the whole day and more without a leak, all while shuddering involuntarily from time to time from the pressure our sex was putting on her bladder. When we were finished, Kate was gripping her pussy with both hands, as the strain our sex had put on her bladder had made her urges much worse again. Kate glanced over at me, not saying a word, but silently pleading for me to take a before bed piss so she could do the same. I smiled at her silently with a look she knew met no, and rolled over to fall asleep. Kate fidgeted around in bed for another 30 minutes before she regained enough control over her bladder to fall asleep despite it being so full. While Kate didn't wake up during the night, she had constant dreams where she was always desperate to piss, but was somehow never able to find a place to piss in her dreams. I meanwhile had more pleasant dreams, about how my plans for tomorrow would give Kate's bladder a much rougher day than she ever imagined. ===== That's all for now, let me know what you all think.
  11. Great Desperation

    Just found this awesome desperation clip on youtube. What do you guys think? Any ideea where I could possibly get the full clip?
  12. The Locked Door

    So... It's been a long time since I've wet myself. Too long really. But most of the time I've ever done it, it's usually very planned and very deliberate. Not this time. A usual day at work sees me going to the bathroom at least twice: once around halfway through my shift and another time just after I clock out to leave for the night. Maybe it was because it was busy, maybe I just got distracted, I'm not sure. All I know is that I never got a chance to use the bathroom today, and it definitely made my bladder feel insanely full for a good portion of my shift. I drink a lot of water to keep hydrated and all of it inevitably made its way into my bladder over the day. So by the time I'm walking out the door after hours once I'm done with everything, I'm pee dancing. Like legit "will squirt into my boxers if I cough or forget to keep my muscles tensed" kind of pee dance. The drive home is maybe ten minutes, not even on a good day, and it's 9:45 at night with no traffic. I take that chance. Every little bump and vibration is an absolute nightmare. My bladder probably feels the size of a grapefruit by now. I've done a measurement before and I know (when completely full) my bladder can hold at least 20-25 ounces. Obviously problematic should I ever have to pee in a bottle. I'm two minutes from my house when the panic sets in. My palms are sweaty, my thighs are pressed tightly together, and every time I have to move my foot onto the brake pedal is agony. Above all odds, I make it into the driveway and hobble up the driveway. It's a long dash to the end, to relief, but... That would have been too easy. Three locks: an outer screen door, a deadbolt, and the actual knob. Three locks stand between me and ecstasy for a bladder beyond full. The urge to pee, as we all know, increases immensely when unlocking doors. The screen door is open when a hard spasm bends me over and a burst of pee saturates my boxers. I moan, both out of equal frustration and relief, as I keep fighting with my key ring. The deadbolt is next. Another hard spurt. I'm starting to feel the warmth spread down my leg at this point and pool up in my right shoe. The last lock is done, and so is my bladder. I'm halfway down the hall, the toilet less than a few feet away, when I can hold on no longer. Another hard spurt breaks the seal and the audible hiss is all I hear as I make it into the bathroom. I rip down my zipper and try to get myself situated in front of the bowl, but the damage is already done. It's at least an 85/15 split of how much pee made it into my pants compared to the toilet. The floor is wet. My hands are wet. Even my socks don't escape the flood. I'm completely alone in the house and yet I still myself feel my face flush a deep shade of red as I peel off the drenched pants and hang them up to dry a bit before they'll inevitably go into the washing machine. I don't have any pictures. I wish I did honestly, but that was probably the last thing on my mind at the moment. All I know is this: that was probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the last month or so and I'm honestly craving for it to happen again... Not that I don't like deliberate wettings, but the unexpected and uncontrolled ones are just so hot. That's all I've got for now. Enjoy! And do share if you feel the same as I do :)
  13. I Need to Pee

    Part One. It was 09:00. I left in a hurry and was feeling the urge to visit a bathroom. At this moment in time, I didn’t realise how long it would be before I had the opportunity to relieve myself. I was on the mini-bus, travelling to the airport. I was in my dance gear (pictured in my profile photograph – message me for a larger version of it), and so quite a bit of attention was heading my way when we arrived at the airport. I went to go to the bathroom, but the queue was quite lengthy. We were cutting time quite short, so I agreed to put it off until we’d been through security. I was starting to feel the urge badly, but I still wasn’t too concerned. The queue for security was long and repetitive. Each time we stopped, I was having to stand with my legs crossed. At the front of the line, I was asked to step to one side. I was told that other people were complaining about my clothing, and that I would have to take a different travel option if I was to stay in my dancing gear. I was taken into a room and told to take a seat. I sat down and crossed my legs. If I had to rate my current situation (10 being beyond my limit, 1 being completely fine), I would probably pick 7. I wasn’t comfortable at all now. “Is there any chance I can visit the bathroom?” I was told I couldn’t. Again, I wasn’t overly concerned yet. I was asked why I was wearing my dancing gear. “I have a tight schedule. I need to go straight to the arena when I land in Spain.” A few minutes passed. Somebody walked into the room and sat down opposite me. A passenger booked on the previous flight had missed his check-in, and he had been offered a ticket on my flight. My flight was fully booked, and so somebody had to give up their place for him. Since I’d been held aside, they had given him my ticket. “When is the next flight?” I was told it would be four hours. “I need to be on this flight!” I had no choice. They had started boarding, and I hadn’t made it through security yet. I was edging closer to an 8 on the scale. I could sit still, but only just. I had my legs tightly crossed. “Can I use the bathroom yet?” Negative. I was told I would have to wait until I made it through security. Once through security, I would be taken to a waiting area until my flight was boarding. I would then be taken to my plane, where I would have the opportunity to use the on-board facilities. After being told that, I started to worry. Another employee entered the room and told me to follow them. I stood up, and that was the first time I realised how quickly I was filling up. I was close to an 8 on the scale. Despite this, I was still able to walk normally. It was a long walk. When we finally stopped, I was asked to lay down on a table. “Why?” I was told it was a medical check. All the dancers have one carried out when they travel through the airport. It wasn’t until I laid down that I realised my bladder was bulging. I was told that it would be a quick 20-minute check-up, and then I would be taken through security. To start with, they asked me a few standard questions. My name (Emily), my nationality (British), my age (17, at the time), my reason for travelling (dance competition) and my destination (Spain). Next, I was asked to stay completely still with my hands by my side. A male entered the room. He was in his mid-20s, possibly late-20s. He placed both his hands on my hips and grabbed me tightly. His hands were cold. It came as a shock to me. I was struggling to lay flat without crossing my legs. I tried to reposition myself, but he took hold of my legs. He grabbed the top of one of my knee-high socks and slowly rolled it down my leg. He took it off. He repeated the same process with my other sock. His hands moved back up my legs. He took hold of the white lace on my skirt and adjusted the fitting, making it tighter. It added an incredible amount of pressure to my bladder. I bit my tongue as hard as I could to avoid making a sound. He continued to tighten it until it would not move any further. A burning sensation started, but quickly stopped as he loosened the fitting. He took the lace off completely. He looked me in the eyes and pulled down the rest of the skirt. He placed one hand tightly over my vagina, and the other on my lower stomach. He then pushed down. I squealed as I felt my bladder spasm. He removed his hand. It was dripping wet. I’d managed to stop myself from letting go. He pulled my skirt back up, reattached the lace, and left the room.
  14. Not long after the events of the first story Alice ended up moving in with us. As we hung out quite a lot and she spent a lot of time at our house she would often end up sleeping over in the spare room and a few times we joked that she should just move in. Then unfortunately her Great Grandfather died and in his will he had left his house to Alice’s Mum. At the time Alice’s parents were renting the house they lived in and decided to move into the house they had inherited. The house in question was in the next town over and Alice didn’t really want to have to move and be far away from where she worked and her friends. We talked about it and told her that as she spent a lot of nights at our house anyway she was more than welcome to move in with us and claim one of the spare rooms as hers. At first she seemed hesitant but we convinced her she wouldn’t be imposing and we would love to have her around all the time. In the end she agreed and that weekend we went and collected all of her things and moved her in. This story takes place a couple of months after the first one. After what had happened in the first story she hadn’t said anything else about what she had done and saying she might do it again. I wanted to ask her but I figured it had been a one off and didn’t want to push the subject and make things weird. So I accepted that it would just be a happy memory and left it at that. However I would find that not to be true soon enough. Matty’s cousin and his gf were getting married and as family we were invited to the ceremony and the reception. The ceremony was being held at a church across town and the reception was at the function suite in the hotel just down the road from where we live so we decided we would drive over to the ceremony and then afterwards we would bring the car home and drop it off and then walk down to the hotel as it would only take us about 10 minutes and then we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving. On the morning of the wedding we had some breakfast and then got ready. When Alice came downstairs she looked stunning in a black dress that showed off her sexy figure. Not to mention her beautiful orange hair stood out against the dark colour. I had put on my red dress which was a little more floaty than hers but apart from that they were very similar. We sat in the kitchen doing each other's makeup and finishing our cups of coffee when Matty came downstairs having finished showering and changing and asked if we were ready. I went upstairs to grab the bag that matches my dress and figured whilst I was there I would use the bathroom. I went and peed and then when I got back downstairs I found Alice and Matty were already outside waiting by his car. I put my shoes on, locked the door and went over and got in the car and we set off. It took about 20 minutes to get to the church due to normal Saturday traffic and when we got there we parked up and went to join the other people who were already there. We found Alice’s parents talking to some other people and went over to see them. After greeting them and exchanging pleasantries they held up glasses in their hands and pointed over the crowd and said if we wanted a glass of champagne they were handing them out over there. Matty went over and brought back two glasses for myself and Alice and we stood chatting. About five minutes later Matty’s brother appeared out of nowhere with a cheery greeting and held out two glasses of champagne. We looked at him puzzled and he told us he had accepted them but he didn’t drink and his girlfriend hated champagne so we could have them. We didn’t complain and both Alice and I took a glass off him. We continued talking and going around saying hello to different people that we knew and did so for about 15 minutes whilst other guests arrived and we were then told we could go inside and take our seats. I finished my second glass of champagne and Matty took the empty glasses over to the table where they had originally come from and we ventured inside. We made our way down aisle and decided to sit on the fifth row back. We were the first on the row so Alice was sat on the end with me next to her and Matty on my other side. We sat and looked through the ceremony schedule we had been given whilst the other guests filtered in and found seats. Not long after everyone was inside and seated and then the ceremony started. The bride came in and looked absolutely stunning. She walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar and we sat back to enjoy the wedding. As the ceremony went on I noticed my bladder filling thanks to the cup of coffee and two glasses of champagne. As time passed I gradually got more and more desperate and was soon sat shifting subtly in my seat. I checked the schedule and saw that there wasn’t long left which was good as I really didn’t fancy the idea of being super desperate in the middle of a church full of people. As they got to the exchanging of vows I noticed a brushing on my leg and looked down and found Alice’s leg bobbing up and down gently and I wondered if she too found herself victim to the champagne. For the next few minutes whilst the couple exchanged vows I couldn’t help sneaking glances at her sexy legs gently bouncing and enjoying the knowledge she may need to pee too. After the rings were given and the couple were pronounced man and wife there was a round of applause as they kissed and they set off down the aisle towards the door. We watched as they went past and then people started leaving their seats and heading out of the church. I sat back down and commented on what a lovely ceremony it had been and Alice agreed. Then in a whisper said “I’m glad it's over though….I’m busting for a wee”. I laughed and told her I was getting pretty desperate too. She asked if the church had a bathroom and I said it did and that it was downstairs. I told her I was going to wait until we got home but she said “I think I had better go before we leave, I kept thinking if the ceremony went on much longer I would have to get up and leave I was getting that desperate. We waited for the mass of the crowd to leave and then left our row. I told Matty that I was showing Alice where the bathroom was and he said he would be outside and left with his brother. Alice and I walked over to the door in the corner of the church that I knew from past experience as a girl scout at church parade led down to the basement and the rooms that creeped me out when I was younger. We went down the stairs and upon reaching the bottom and turning the corner we found a few people stood outside what was the bathroom door. It seemed a few people had fallen victim to the effects of the champagne and had come to use the bathroom. Alice looked at the queue of people and said “I can’t be bothered waiting, I will wait till we get home. I asked if she was sure and she nodded and said “I can’t just stand here waiting, It will take as long to wait here as it would to get home”. I nodded in agreement and we went back upstairs. When we left the church and walked over to the car we found Matty stood at the car with his cousin and told us we were giving him a lift. He and Matty got in the front and Alice and I got in the back and we set off. As we drove along I couldn’t help watching Alice fidget and squirm and after ten minutes we came into the town centre and hit the traffic lights. As we moved along through the traffic Alice got more and more squirmy and I asked if she was okay. She looked at Matty and his cousin in the front and leaned over and whispered “I’m bursting, I’m gonna wet the seat if we don’t hurry up”. I felt myself get aroused at her words and I whispered back “don’t worry babe, I’m in the same boat”. Which was true, it seemed like the delay of getting caught in traffic had made my desperation shoot up and I too was feeling like I was close to leaking in my knickers. We finally got through the traffic and headed out towards the hotel. We pulled up at the end of the driveway of the hotel and Matty’s cousin jumped out and we continued up the hill to our village. It seemed like now it was just the three of us Alice was no longer embarrassed and told Matty to hurry up as she was dying for a wee and about to soak the back seat. Matty laughed and said “i know the feeling”. I then noticed he was squirming as he drove and my arousal grew at knowing Matty was desperate too. A few minutes later we pulled into our driveway and parked up. We jumped out of the car and headed over to the front door. We all stood squirming and dancing as I fished my keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. We went inside and Matty kicked his shoes off and dashed upstairs. We did the same and followed him up and as we got to the top of the stairs we saw him disappear into the bathroom. Alice and I went into my bedroom and stood waiting desperately for Matty to finish. When he did Alice asked if I wanted to go first and despite it being obvious she was more frantic than I was I accepted and went over to the bathroom. As I went in she followed me and watched as I pulled my knickers down and sat down on the toilet. I sighed happily as I released the pressure growing on my bladder and let a loud stream splash into the toilet. Immediately Alice stuck her hand up her dress and held her pussy and moaned. She started pee dancing like crazy and told me that watching me pee was torture. By the time I finished peeing she had started leaking and had pulled her dress out of the way and I could clearly see the wet patch growing on her blue knickers. I took my time finishing and when I stood up and pulled my knickers back into place she quickly dashed over, yanked her knickers down and let out a huge sigh as she relaxed and emptied her bladder. I just stood listening to her strong stream and sighs of relief and found myself getting very turned on. I stood at the sink washing my hands and when she finished she came over and washed her hands. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when she grabbed my arm and said “i bet you enjoyed watching me like that didn’t you”. I looked at her sheepishly and she moved closer to me and said “don’t be sheepish, I am glad you enjoyed it, I wanted you to enjoy it”. I smiled at her and she leaned in and whispered “why do you think I didn’t pee before we left earlier….why do you think I said we wouldn’t wait in line at the church….why do you think I let you go first”. My mind raced as these thoughts processed. She pulled back and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said “its because I know you like seeing me in that state, and I like that you enjoy it, did you enjoy it??”. I nodded and said I enjoyed it very much. She smiled and asked “can I see how much you enjoyed it?”. Before I could say anything her hand ran up my skirt and made contact with my knickers. She pushed her finger against my pussy and felt the wetness there caused by her sexy desperation. She smirked when she felt it and whispered “my you really did it enjoy it”. She pulled her hand from under my skirt and kissed me on the cheek before leaving the bathroom and leaving me standing there unable to comprehend what had just happened.
  15. Hey folks, I have a few stories that I want to post but due to family problems and then having Christmas to sort out I have been really busy. Now however I hope to get back into writing as I enjoy it and haven’t had chance to do much recently. I will start out by posting this story of superb desperation that I witnessed on New Years. As I said above we had some family problems during december. Earlier in 2016 my father in law had an operation and was in hospital for a while and he came home Mid November and seemed fine however about three weeks ago he started falling really ill which was a worry for us. Then unfortunately over Christmas he took a turn for the worse and was rushed into hospital and it didn’t look good. Thankfully after a few days of being in critical condition he pulled through and is now on the mend. Obviously that situation of not knowing if he would be alive come the new year was hard for us so when he started getting better it was a big relief. That being said we were emotionally and physically tired from dealing with that and having being really busy Christmas day and Boxing day. We therefore decided that on New Year's eve we were just going to stay at home and chill out. We usually go to work at our pub as New Year’s is busy and we enjoy celebrating with our regulars, friends and family. We made sure the pub had plenty of cover and said that if they needed help they could call us. We asked our friends if they wanted to come over and we would hang out, watch tv, play some games and just have a fun night together. On New Year’s during the afternoon we went over to the hospital to visit my father in law and on the way back we called at the supermarket and picked up some drinks and snacks for that evening. We then called in to see my mum on the way home and she told us that she and my Aunt Jane had tickets to a party being held at the hotel located between our town and the next town over. I have an agreement with my mum that if she goes out in the evening either myself, my sister or Matty will come and pick her up. That way she doesn’t have to get a taxi and I know she gets home safe. I told her that we were not going out so I would come and pick her up. She said she would be fine and would get a taxi so I could have a drink but I reminded her that at the moment I am taking medication and I am not allowed to drink so after a few back and forths and me telling her I would taking my friends home anyway she agreed to call me when the party was over and I would go and pick them up. After that we went and picked up our friends and went home. We had a really good night playing games and ringing the new year in and after midnight and watching the fireworks in London we finished of the game we were playing and flopped on the sofa’s in the living room and listened to music and reminisced about memories from the past year. My mum had told me it could be 3 o’clock before she rang which I said was fine and my friends were fine with going home when I went for my mum. About half past 2 my mum called me and said that the party was winding down so they were ready to be picked up whenever. I told my friends to get ready and went to get my coat. As I stood putting my shoes on I realised I needed to pee but decided to wait and have some holding fun. When my friends were ready we went and got in my car and I drove them home. It took about 10 minutes to get them home due to the complete lack of other cars on the roads and after I dropped them off I set off to get my mum and Aunt Jane. As I got near the hotel I called my mum to say I was almost there and she said they were sat in the hotel lobby. When I arrived I parked up and went inside and found them sitting on a sofa by reception. When they saw me they got up and came over to me. It was obvious they had had a few drinks but thankfully they were only a little drunk. My mum came over to me and pointed to a woman who had been sat with them and asked if I was able to give her lift home as well. I asked where she lived then realised it wouldn’t have mattered, I would have given her a lift wherever she lived. My mum told me where she lived and I realised that although it was going out of my way I could do a big loop back to our town to drop everybody off. My mum shouted the woman and we all went and got in my car. My mum sat in the front seat and my aunt Jane and the woman who I found out worked with my mum and was called Susan sat in the back. We set off towards Susan’s house and I enjoyed listening to them talking about their evening and their happy spirit. It took about 15 minutes to get to near where Susan lived and a few minutes for her to direct me to her street and house. We pulled up outside and she thanked me and got out and my mum said that Susan had something for her and would be right back. She got out too and I watched them walk up the path and go into the house. I text Matty to let him know I would be longer than expected and that he didn’t need to wait up. I sat for a few minutes listening to Jane quietly sing along to the radio before saying “do you think your mum has decided to sleep over”. I laughed and said “yeah maybe, she might have moved in”. Jane laughed and went back to singing. A couple of minutes passed and she suddenly said “I hope your mum isn’t much longer I could really do with a wee”. I looked round at her and noticed that she was fidgeting slightly and bouncing her legs. I also noticed that I too was getting desperate. It had been a while since I left home and decided not to pee. I shifted in my seat and waited for mum. She finally came out of the house and got back in the car. As she did Jane leaned forward and said “bloody hell Vee (that’s what she calls my mum) we thought you were never coming back”. My mum laughed and said she was looking at something and started telling us about it as we set off towards home. We were driving for about 15 minutes or so and just as we were coming down the main road into our town my mum said that Jane was coming back to her house so I didn’t need to go to Jane’s first. I acknowledged her and before I could say anything Jane spoke up and said “yeah and can you be quick about it, I’m busting for a pee back here”. My mum laughed and Jane said “it's not funny, I feel like i'm about to wee myself and it's your fault for taking so long at Susan’s”. My mum just sat laughing and told her she would be fine. Five minutes later we rolled up outside my mum’s house and we all jumped out. Jane dashed up the driveway and when she reached the front door she looked round and found my mum in the boot of my car getting the things she had picked up from Susan. Jane shouted down at us to hurry up and open the door and stood dancing and squirming on the doorstep as we walked up. We got to the door and my mum gave Jane the bags she was carrying so she could get out her house keys. When she fished them out she opened the door and we went went inside. Jane dropped the bags on the floor and leaned down to unstrap her heels, all the while wiggling in desperation. As she undid the straps on her shoes my mum kicked off her heels and headed off upstairs. Jane asked where she was going and she said she was going to pee. Jane protested saying she was bursting and my mum told her she should have worn easier shoes to take off and continued upstairs and into the bathroom. Jane finally removed her heels and walked into the kitchen with the bags and I followed. She put the bags on the kitchen counter and immediately crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch. She danced around the kitchen moaning and gasping as she desperately waited. After a minute of this she pulled up her top and opened the button on her tight jeans obviously to relieve a little pressure and resumed her leg crossing and bobbing. I watched this show for a couple of minutes before she walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted upstairs “hurry up vee i'm starting to wet myself”. She came back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter and wrapped her legs around each other and crossed them tight. She starting making loud gasps and chanting that she needed a wee. This lasted for about 30 seconds before she suddenly looked down and said “oh god I can’t hold it”. Had she been wearing light jeans I’m sure I would have seen a wet patch appearing but as they were dark you couldn’t see anything. She bounced on her feet for a few moments doing that quick breath intake that frantic people do when about to pee themselves and suddenly looked at me and said “oh god it's no good”. She dashed across the kitchen and opened the cupboard and pulled out the mop and bucket. She quickly removed the mop and then pulled down the zip on her jeans and whilst hopping from foot to foot she pulled them down revealing a white lace thong and then quickly pulled the thong down. The instant she pulled it down she started peeing and quickly squatted over the bucket and pee’d a long hard stream into the bucket. As the bucket was plastic the sound of the pee hitting was super loud but not as loud as her relieved sigh. She continued peeing for what seemed liked ages and eventually the stream died down and she sighed happily as the last few drops dripped into the bucket. She wiggled gently then stood up and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. She looked at me and apologised but she was about to explode. I just nodded and said it was fine. She picked up the bucket and went to the back door and poured it down the drain. She came back in and rinsed the bucket under the tap and as she did my mum came into the kitchen and Jane said “I had to use my bucket”. I wondered why she said “my” bucket and when my mum saw me looking puzzled she laughed and said “it's “her” bucket because that isn’t the first time she has used it in a desperate situation”. Jane laughed and patted the bucket and said “aye, she has helped me out a few times”. She walked over and put the bucket back in the cupboard and set about making drinks. I said my goodbyes and went out to my car. As I drove home I had to hold myself as watching Jane had made me super desperate to pee and I was almost leaking. When I got home I dashed inside and stripped out of my leggings and enjoyed a nice long pee through my tight pink knickers. I went to my room and found Matty in bed watching TV. I got in and snuggled up to him pressing my soaking wet knickers against his leg. When he felt them he smiled and we then enjoyed a lovely start to the new year.
  16. Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean). Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back. She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
  17. In the stories, I post here and whilst on the discord chat I mention Alice who is mine and Matty’s girlfriend. She is also our submissive and gives Matty and I complete control of her. I get asked a lot of questions about her and I figured I would share a few tales of her fall into the rabbit hole and how she gained a love of omorashi. I will start with the first time I ever saw her truly desperate and fell in love with seeing her in a desperate state. Her and Matty have known each other since they were children as their parents were family friends. Then when they were about 11 years old her Mum got in a relationship with one of Matty’s uncles and eventually they got married so they became cousins. When I got together with Matty I met her a few times. Mostly at family gatherings and parties and got on really well with her. Then a couple of years ago, just after we moved to our new house we were at a family party and when we and our friends left to go back to our house she tagged along and spent the evening with us. She then sort of molded into our friend group and her and her and I started hanging out all the time and became best friends. This story takes place one weekend in early 2015. Matty was going away for the weekend and I had no plans so I asked Alice if she wanted to hang out. She said she would love to so after Matty left I went and picked her up and we went out shopping. We talked about what we were going to do and she said that her and her parents had been invited to an open house party for somebody's birthday and said we could go there if we wanted something to do. I decided it sounded fun so she rang her parents and said we would be going. She said she would have to go home and get something to wear but I told her she could raid my wardrobe. After we finished shopping we went back to my house and spent the afternoon chilling out. When it came time I went and showered and as I sat drying she came in and I told her to pick an outfit from my cupboard then she could go and shower. She went into the cupboard and I heard her looking through the clothes hanging there and her comments of “oooo I like this” or “this is nice”. After a few minutes she said “am I okay to wear this”. I looked around and saw she was holding my one piece, baby blue, romper shorts suit. She held it up to herself and I nodded and said she could wear whatever she wanted and added she would look super cute wearing that. She went off to shower and I finished drying off and got dressed. I chose a red top and a floaty white short skirt. As I was getting dressed she came back and after drying asked if she could borrow some knickers and I pointed out my underwear drawer and she rooted through and pulled out a pair of light blue knickers that matched the color of the romper suit. She slipped them on and I asked if she wanted the matching bra. She thought for a moment then said she was okay and didn’t need one. I made the mock “oooo naughty” and she laughed and said she preferred not wearing one. She slipped on the romper suit and I helped her zip up at the back and when she asked how she looked I told her the truth and told her she looked stunning. The suit showed off her sexy curves and made her beautiful orange hair look even more stunningly orange in contrast with the pale blue. I also noticed that her lack of bra meant her nipples were poking against the material and were fully on show. I couldn’t help staring at them thinking how sexy her boobs looked wrapped in the thin blue fabric. Then she turned round and almost floored me when I saw how nice the shorts made her butt look. We finished getting ready and then we called a taxi and headed off to the party. The party was pretty fun and we spent the evening chatting and enjoying the festivities. When her parents left the party Alice said she was staying and I said she could stay at mine that night to save her having to worry about what time she was getting home to her parents. We stayed a couple more hours than as people started leaving and the party was dying down we decided to head home. I looked at the time and saw it was half past 12 and when I rang for a taxi they said it would be about 20 minutes which I figured as it was Saturday and they would be busy. We got another drink and sat waiting for our taxi to come. A couple who were at the party said they were going to ring for a taxi and I said if they wanted they could share ours as we were heading in the same general direction. I got a text about 20 minutes later saying our taxi was on the way. I went to find the couple to let them know and after I found them I visited the bathroom as I needed to pee and given how much I had been drinking I knew I would get desperate pretty quickly and figured I might as well empty my bladder and let it fill again rather than skipping it and ending up super desperate. After I peed I went back to Alice and told her the taxi was on the way and she said okay and went off out of the living room and I assumed she had gone to the bathroom. I would soon find out however that she hadn’t. She came back a few minutes later and just as she did my phone rang and the driver said he was outside. We grabbed the couple who was coming with us and went and got in the taxi. I explained to the driver we were going to the first address and would then be going to the address on his computer. He said that was fine and we headed off. As we drove along we chatted with the couple and because I had sat on the seat facing the back window I was facing the other three and from my position I couldn’t help but notice Alice jiggling her legs up and down. I didn’t think anything of it as I assumed she had used the bathroom just before we left and just thought she was like me and her legs were a bit chilly. It took about 10 minutes to get across town to where the couple were going. As we pulled onto their road the guy pulled out his wallet but before he could open it I told him not to worry as the taxi fare would go onto the account we had with the taxi company. After a back and forth between us he eventually gave up trying to give me money, thanked us and they got out. The driver clarified our drop off point and set off when I said it was right. I moved across to the spare seat next to Alice and when I looked round her leg bouncing had gotten a lot more intense and before I could say anything she let out a low moan and whispered “ohhh I really need a wee”. My eyes widened and I said I thought she had been just before we left. She shook her head and said “No, I went to say goodbye to the host’s, although I probably should have peed because now I am really desperate and in danger of wetting myself”. Those words hit me and I became awash with arousal. I looked down at her legs which were shaking and bouncing and she was rocking back and forth. I asked if she would be okay and she nodded and said “yeah, as long as we get to yours quickly I will be fine”. It only took about 6-7 minutes to get to our drop off but those 7 minutes were spent listening to her moan and gasp and watching her bounce and squirm. When we pulled up we jumped out and I paid the driver and then we set off walking up the back road towards my front gate. As we were walking she kept stopping and crossing her legs and each time she did I felt my pussy throb with arousal. We got to my gate and set off up the drive. I noticed my sisters car wasn’t there and realised I didn’t have any keys to get in having agreed with my sister that she could let us in. I told this to Alice and she looked at me in despair and asked where she was. We reached the front door and I rang Casey and she said she had just called at the takeaway and would be home in about 5 minutes. I put the phone down and told Alice who moaned and jammed her hand in her crotch and started pee dancing. I was mesmerized watching her. Knowing she was almost peeing herself turned me on but the fact she was wearing my knickers and my romper suit, which had been soaked in pee many times before, was only adding to my arousal. She kept moaning about how close she was to bursting and I suggested that she squat and pee by the drain. She shook her head and said to do that she would have to take off the suit and she didn’t have a bra on and didn’t want to reveal herself and then get caught mid pee by my sister and her boyfriend. She continued dancing and squeezing her legs and each time she moved her hand from her crotch I noticed that she had pulled the suit tight into her pussy to help hold and ease the pressure and it had given her a sexy cameltoe. I could only stare with the knowledge that beneath just two thin pieces of fabric was her desperate pussy only just managing to hold back an ocean of pee. I was brought back to reality by her suddenly gasping and a chorus of “no no no”. I asked if she was okay and she laughed and said “Casey better hurry up, i almost lost it then”. The next few minutes she paced around the door step moaning about how badly she needed to pee and close she was to weeing herself. All I could do was stand there getting insanely turned on. The feeling of my pussy soaking through my knickers was driving me crazy. I thought it couldn’t get better then suddenly she stopped pacing and said “oh god”. I asked what was wrong and when she moved her hand away I saw a wet patch on the crotch of the shorts. She jammed her hand back against her pussy and moaned “oh god where is she, I’m gonna explode”. She leaked a few more times and the wet patch slowly got bigger. I couldn’t believe it, a gorgeous redhead frantically trying not to have an accident and slowly failing. I thought i was dreaming. Eventually we were thrown into light by Casey’s headlights and she pulled up to the garage. She got out of the car and went to say something but Alice shouted over her “hurry up Case, i’m practically wetting myself”. Casey laughed and came over and unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened Alice jumped over the doorway and kicked her shoes off. She stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment holding herself tight before dashing up the stairs. I kicked off my own shoes and was about to head into the kitchen when Alice shouted my name followed by come here quick. I wondered what was up so I went upstairs and found her standing in the bathroom door. I noticed streaks of pee slowly running down her legs and at first I thought she had lost control and had had an accident. Then I noticed she was still holding herself and dancing in desperation. I asked what was wrong and she said in a panicky voice “I can’t reach the zip on the back to take it off, please do it and be quick I can’t hold it”. I realised she had almost reached relief but then found an obstacle and the streaks on her legs were from spurts and leaks as she tried to hold on. My horny side wanted to leave her zipped up and watch her struggle and have her beg me to release her but I didn’t want to be that cruel, especially as she wasn’t into being made to hold it. I quickly undid the zip and she frantically peeled off the suit and pulled it down and started peeing just as she reached the toilet. A forceful stream cascaded into the toilet and she let out a long low sigh of pleasure. She peed for a long time before eventually her bladder emptied and the stream died down. She sat for a moment sighing contentedly before kicking off the suit and asking if she could have some pyjamas. I went and got her some of my pyjamas and she slipped them on whilst I peed and then I went and got changed into some pyjamas and we went and sat downstairs and helped my sister and her bf eat their take away. After they finished eating they got themselves a drink and headed off to bed leaving me and Alice chatting downstairs whilst we each drank a cup of tea. As always when I have been drinking my bladder was filling up pretty quickly and I was enjoying the feelings, especially since I was already super turned on. I wanted to keep holding it and enjoy being super desperate. We sat talking and drinking our tea and my bladder continued to fill really quick and soon I was sat there busting for a pee. I noticed Alice was sat squirming slightly and loved the thought of her bladder filling up quickly like mine. She finished her cuppa and after a few minutes she put the cup down and said “its no good, I’m gonna have to have a wee, don’t want to end up like before”. We both laughed and she stood up. As she was walking to the door I told her I was going to go watch TV in bed and if she wanted she could join me. She thought for a moment, all the while subtly pee dancing, and said she would go to bed. She left the room and I tidied the cups away and went upstairs and checked the spare room was in order. When she finished in the bathroom she came in and I bid her goodnight and left her to it. Now that I was alone all I could think about was my rapidly filling bladder and my pussy dripping with arousal. I went to my room and grabbed the pint glass that was on my table and went and filled it up in the en-suite and went back to my bed. I slowly drank the water whilst enjoying the feeling of my bladder swelling. Once I finished it I put the glass and laid back. I slipped my pyjamas off and started to tease my aching pussy. After about five minutes I was absolutely bursting for a wee and having to really hold back. I replayed the images of Alice dancing in desperation and as I felt my own desperation imagining that is what she must have been feeling. I laid there squirming for about ten minutes until I was only just managing to keep holding. I started edging my pussy and holding myself right on the edge of cumming. I started leaking pee over my fingers which only turned me even more. I pictured Alice slowly leaking into her shorts and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum. I let myself fall into an intense orgasm. As I came I started spurting uncontrollably and clamped my hand against my pee hole to stem the flow. Holding back so much liquid enhanced the pleasure and when it died down I laid for a moment enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. I felt my fingers getting wet and knew I was seconds from exploding so I quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the glass bowl from under the bed and squatted over it and released my bursting bladder. Relief washed over me and I couldn’t help but rub my pussy as I peed. I quickly brought myself to another earth shattering orgasm and just sat there as my bladder emptied and I floated on the orgasmic high. When I finished and my bladder had emptied I picked up the bowl and went to empty it and then just flopped onto my bed and fell asleep. I woke up the following morning and laid for a few moments nursing a full bladder before going and peeing and then getting dressed. I went downstairs and and made myself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table watching TV. About 15 minutes later Alice came downstairs and wished me good morning and I told her to help herself to some breakfast if she wanted any. She got herself some coffee then sat at the table opposite me and watched the TV. She kept looking at me and looked like she was going to say something before turning back to the TV. Eventually she turned to me and said “can I ask you something?”. I looked up and nodded and she said “erm….I was just wondering, did you enjoy my desperate situation last night”. I looked at her unsure what to say. She knew about my omorashi fetish, it’s not something that I hide but I wasn’t sure what kind of response to give. I meekly smiled at her and said “honestly, I did, I can’t help it, sorry if that bothers you”. She laughed and said “oh it doesn’t bother me, can i tell you something”. I nodded and she continued “you see I know that you enjoy being desperate to pee and enjoy seeing others desperate to pee which is why last night I didn’t use the bathroom before we left the party”. I stared at her processing what she had just said. She smiled and said “I needed to pee but decided not to use the bathroom so I would end up being desperate to give you something to enjoy”. I looked at her puzzled and said “really?”. She giggled and said “yeah, it was something Matty mentioned a while back and I wondered if I got desperate if you would enjoy it”. I smiled and said “well to be perfectly honest I thoroughly enjoyed it, seeing you in that state was such a turn on. She nodded and said “I’m glad, knowing I might be turning you on was such a thrill”. I smiled and said “well you know as seen as we are being perfectly honest, it turned me on that much that when I went to bed I had such an amazing wank thinking about you being frantic for a pee. She blushed slightly and said “I hoped that's what you were doing, I was laid in bed last night playing with myself, hoping that you were in your bed getting off to me and that thought is what got me off”. I sat there, my mind racing at what she was telling me. Before I could say anything in response she finished her drink and stood up and as she walked over to put the cup in the sink she ran her hand up my arm and said “because you enjoyed it so much maybe I will do it again sometime”. My mind exploded and I hoped she seriously meant that.
  18. Leaking Before Relief

    It's been a long time since I last posted, but I'll just blame work and life for that. Luckily for me and you all, work provided me with a desperation experience that was honestly mortifying when it happened but now turns me on the more I've thought back on it. The place I work only has two bathrooms, one male and one female, that are shared by employee and customer alike. So in the event the store is even slightly busy, the chances of having a bathroom to use when the urge arises is slim. That leads us to a day ago when, after working a good five hours before break, I was honestly bursting. I have the bad habit of letting my bladder fill up over the course of the day and find myself getting distracted by my work until the point I'm pee dancing and have a full bladder between my legs. So when I finally got away from my register and found the bathroom door locked, a hard spasm rocked my bladder and made my heart start beating super fast. I've never peed myself in public. At least not as an adult. And I wasn't exactly looking to make that happen. So I tell myself that it's only going to be a few minutes, I'll get into the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and that'll be that. That wasn't the case... Minutes tick by and my mystery occupant still hasn't emerged from the bathroom. I'm usually too shy to knock, but I do, and hear back, "Hold your horses. Just finishing up." I had to piss like a racehorse. I could tell. It's a frantic, panicky pulse surging up into my lower stomach and making my legs feel shaky. The toilet flushes and it happens. A hard spurt of pee bursts into my pants and I just stand there, blushing I'm sure, and look down to check the damage. Call it luck or fate or whatever, but my pants show little to no signs of what had happened. Apparently my boxers had taken the brunt of the damage and absorbed what they could before reaching my work pants. When the door finally opens, I politely slip around an elderly man that slowly makes his way out. My bladder sees the urinal and decides that the next few seconds it takes to undo my zipper is just too long to wait. I start peeing, another hard spurt followed by a weak dribble, my boxers feeling wet against my skin with each leak. By the time I get myself situated, the damage is done. A spot the size of a grapefruit is now on the right side of my crotch and a few errant streaks are gradually appearing beneath it. In the moment, I don't care. All I can think about is the relief. I'm peeing so hard against the porcelain that I'm getting some splash back, but it seemed insignificant compared to my other patch. When my bladder finally expels it's final drops, I feel physically drained. A knock at the door is what makes me panic: another customer. I have no choice but to wash my hands as obnoxiously as possible, literally splashing water on my pants and shirt as I emerge from the bathroom. My face is red. I know it is. "Hand dryers just don't work for me," I say. The guy who goes in after me seems to pay no mind to my predicament. The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. So there you have it: that's probably the closest I've come to wetting myself in public. I can't say that I enjoyed it in the moment, but I definitely find it hot to think about now that it's over.
  19. So as I mentioned in my last story, I have been into desperation for as long as I care to remember. Both male and female. I have not though witnessed very much in my life. Like all of us desperation fans I wish I could see more but it's obviously not something that happens a lot. True desperation to me is almost overwhelmingly exciting so when it does come around I consider myself very very lucky. My parter and I have been together for coming up to seven years. When I say she is beautiful I'm not saying it as she's beautiful to me, I mean she is beautiful to everyone. I am, and will always be baffled as to how I managed to snag such a beautiful, kind person. She has long brown hair and a body she has worked long and hard on. I won't waist your or my time describing her, my Jess looks and sounds exactly like you want her too but know this, she is shy and lovely and on this particular day she was wearing a red long sleeve top and jeans. We had been together for 6 years at the time and were well into planning our future. At this stage though we were having too much fun to rush into marriage and children and debt. I had come to know her family very well. I liked them more and more with every meeting. The only member that scared me though was Jess's sister Melanie. Mel, it would seem had had a pretty hard life. She'd had a baby to a loser at 16 and struggle to pay the rent when he disappeared leaving her to raise young Matt on her own. She did though and 14 years later met a man, Cameron who also had a teenage son, Chris who was 13. Anyway they decided to get married, so they did. They went on a honeymoon to Vietnam for a week and Jess and I (we had been living together for 3 weeks) looked after the young boys Matt and Chris. As a special bonus for Melanie and Cameron though we decided to take the boys on a holiday of their own the day Mel and Cam got back from their honeymoon. We took them to Queensland for a week, going to all the theme parks and spending much of our time on the beach. Matt and Chris were both really good kids and the fact that both Jess and I weren't their parents trying to boss them around made for a really good week away. I new Chris was infatuated with Jess but honestly I couldn't blame him. We spent our last morning in Queensland having breakfast in the hotel we'd stayed at for the week. We had already checked out of our rooms earlier on and were ready to go by 11am. Time to spare as our flight back to Melbourne was not until 1245. We all finished our breakfast and juices, Jess grabbed a take away coffee for herself and we headed to the hire car to drive to the air port. We piled in, luggage and all and drove the 15 or so mins to the air port. It should have been 15 or so minutes but it was not. It was hell from the get go. We didn't really know our way around Queensland and were kind of relying on the GPS to get us to where we needed to go. Jess had set it for the airport and we thought thats where it was taking us but soon realized that it was taking us to a hire car place around 20 mins out of our way. We drove there, realized what we'd done then headed back for the airport. It was now 1130 and Jess was getting pretty worried about making it to the airport on time. When we finally got the GPS to work it said we were 30 mins from the airport. Then it froze and no amount of technical tapping would get it to work again. We drove in the direction we thought was the right one and stopped at the nearest service stations we could to get directions. 'I might just stop into the loo while your getting directions' said Jess. 'Me too' said Matt 'Might as well too' said Chris. We all started to walk towards the service station when Jess’s phone rang. 'It's Mel' she said turning away and answering the phone. Mel was going to pick us up from the air port so it was a call that needed to be taken. Myself and the boys went to the toilet and then I spoke to the guy behind the counter who said that the easiest way was to jump on the freeway and follow the signs. I walked out of the service station just as Jess was hanging up the phone. 'The guy said take the free way. About 35 mins from here. I think we're going to miss our check in' The boys were waiting in the car and I jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. I didn't mean to ignore the fact that Jess hadn't been to the bathroom at the service station but it just happened that way. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up and we were on our way. 'So we have to return the car and get the deposit back. I'll do that and you check in our luggage. Hopefully if all goes to plan we will still make the check in and have some time to sit back and relax' I looked over too her and smiled. She was ever the optimist. Kind hearted to a fault and always looking on the bright side. She grabbed her coffee from the cup holders and took a big drink. I caught her eye. 'What' she said 'Positive thinking. I've read the secret and I think their onto something' I smiled and shook my head. We were on the freeway and the signs were indeed pointing the way. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes away from the airport that something occurred to me. 'Oh god' I said 'Did you get a chance to go to the toilets back at the service station' She put her coffee back in the cup holders. I wondered how much was left in it but by the looks of it it was pretty close to empty. 'No, I was talking to Mel the whole time. It's fine. But I will go at the airport before we get on the plane' 'Sorry about that' I said 'I didn't even think' 'That fine, who can think when we're this pressed for time' 'Are we going to miss our plane' came Matts voice from the back. I looked at the time on the dashboard. Just on twelve. 'Possibly' I said looking over to Jess who raised her eyebrows. She picked up her coffee and appeared to finish it off. I got the feeling she was nervously drinking. She'd just polished off a large coffee in no time. 'We are going to be cutting it fine aren't we' asked Jess. 'The wrong side of fine I think, but we'll see. If all goes to plan we'll make it' We got to the airport at 1220. 25 mins to return the car, check in our luggage and make it to the gate. We pulled up to the hire car joint. 'Ok' I said to Jess 'You take care of the car, we'll meet you at the check in. Boys you're with me'. We grabbed the luggage and headed for the luggage check in. We found the check in isle and hopped in line. I was talking to Matt about how my old man probably had the same haircut as he did when he was younger, back when it was cool, when Jess came up behind us. 'All good?' I said 'All taken care of' she lent in close and whispered to me 'I need a wee' I looked at her and then to the line ahead. We were almost at the front. 'Can you hold it till the plane'. In hindsight I should have whispered it back. 'Hold what till the plane' asked Chris. 'Nothing honey' said Jess. She looked back to me and whispered into my ear once again 'If you see one let me know. That coffee moved really fast' she put her hand on her bladder as if to show me where it had moved too. I wasn't surprised. She'd had a coffee in the room before we left, a large freshly squeezed juice at breakfast and a large coffee to go as we were leaving for the air port. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly as we were called up to book in our luggage. As the lady handed us our tickets she said 'There you go guys, gate eleven but you'll really have to hurry. That flights almost finished boarding'. We headed for our gate as fast as we could. 'Looks like you'll have to wait till the plane' I said to her. She smiled and rolled her eyes and did a sort of curtsy as she walked. 'Are you ok auntie Jess?' said Chris. 'Fine, yeah' said Jess smiling and giving him a playful push forward. 'Lets hurry though' We made it to our gate and were quickly ushered on the plane and to our seats. It appeared we were the last to board. Jess, Matt and I were on the window, Matt taking the window seat and me taking the isle. Chris was on the isle in the center next to me. Almost as soon as we were sitting down the plane pulled away and began to taxi. I noticed Jess was bouncing ever so slightly in her seat. Barely noticeable to even myself. To anyone else nothing would have been a miss but as I've said before, I know her well. She does not bounce. She lent over to me and said 'I need a wee' again 'I know' I said back to her 'Sorry we were so rushed but we'll be in the air soon and you'll be able to go' That of course was a completely fitting thing to say. I knew she was pretty desperate, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise. In the 6 years I'd know her she'd only admitted to me that she needed the toilet on about 3 or 4 occasions. That being said it wasn't incredibly exciting because she was almost definitely ten minutes away from being able to pee. Ten minutes of desperation is great but nothing to right home about. The plane taxied for about 5 minutes and then sped up and left the ground. We were up in the air for about 10 mins, all the while Jess was watching the seatbelt sign feverishly but it was still illuminated. 'Not long now' I said to her giving her a playful shove. 'Better not be' she said Ten more minutes passed and still the fasten seat belts light was on. Jess had her legs crossed, something that definitely didn't seem all that natural. She did seem fairly composed though. Not bouncing of shifting her weight. Just crossing her legs. 'Any second now' I said. This time she didn't say anything but instead scrunch up her eyebrows and upturned her mouth, if you know what I mean. We had been on the plane for half an hour. Matt was happily watching a documentary about the JFK assassination, which I thought was cool but weird. Chris was leaning over towards me talking about wrestling or something and Jess was sitting beside me, legs still tightly crossed. 'Why aren't the lights off yet' she said to me, appearing to stretch. I knew though that it was something else. 'I don't know' I said honestly 'I haven't even seen a flight attendant since we sat down' She once again lent in close and whispered 'I really have to pee'. A moment later the captain made an announcement. 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome to flight 567 from the Gold Coast to Melbourne. Apologies for the inconvenience but we are expecting some turbulence within the next half an hour or so. Due to this we have had to delay all mid flight catering until we are safely through the turbulence. The seatbelt signs will remain on and we ask that you keep your seat belt fasten and remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. We are scheduled to land at Melbourne Airport at 1500 hours or 3pm where the weather is stormy with a high of 26 dropping down to 14 overnight. Sit back and enjoy our on flight entertainment and we will do our best to get some catering around to you just as soon as we can. On behalf of myself my co-pilot and the cabin crew, We hope you enjoy your flight' I was instantly taken back to our train trip from 5 years back. I looked over to Jess who despite the obvious bad news, seemed to be quite calm. 'Ehhhgg. The worlds against me being comfortable today' she said it to me but Chris on my right obviously heard. 'Are you ok auntie Jess. Do you still need to pee' 'I'm fine, just need to stretch my legs' she was blushing. I could tell that Chris wasn't convinced. I knew he had a big crush on Jess. She wasn’t a blood relation so I guess I couldn't blame him. I started to wonder if maybe Chris’s attraction to Jess transcended into my fetish. I don't know why I thought it but I did. I didn't have long to think about it as the promised turbulence hit. It didn't hit hard but it did hit. Once more I turned to Jess. 'How are you doing beautiful' I said putting my hand on her thigh. 'Fine' she said 'You know when you think your close to being able to go, makes you need to go a little worse. I'm fine now. Just looking forward to being able to stand' A while later and still the seat belt sign shine bright. Jess was moving around a little to my left. Both the kids had their earphones in and were happily watching the screens in the back of the seats. 'Are you desperate' I said, a little more confident than usual. 'Getting there' she said rubbing her hands together in her lap. Then she said it again with more emphasis 'Getting there fast' I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to talk about her need as I wasn't sure if I would ever see her in this situation again. She had mentioned her need around two hours ago. The fact that she mentioned it to me meant it was at least a pressing need, otherwise she'd have said nothing. An hour ago she had lent in and said 'I need a wee'. That was a bit different from saying ‘I might pop into the loo’. It meant that she was desperate. It meant that she had to physically hold on. That was an hour ago. That meant that she had been desperate to pee for at least an hour. I didn't know how to proceed so I just said 'Are you going to be ok' 'I will when they let us up' 'And what if they don't'. I wasn’t sure if I was pressing to hard but it turned out I wasn't. I also didn't really think they would keep us in our seats for the whole 2 hour flight. The though seemed absurd somehow. 'I don't even want to think about that' she whispered cutely 'Just gotta pee. They surely won't keep the sign on the whole way back will they. The turbulence isn't even that bad' She had crossed her legs once more and was definitely starting to look a little more desperate. I felt for her a bit. The toilet was only like twenty steps behind us. It must have been pretty frustrating knowing she was so close to relief, but like a school girl had been told to stay in her seat until the bell rang. 'I can't be the only one who needs to go. I may need to go the worst but surely there are others who were counting on going to the bathrooms on the plane'. 'You have to go the worst' I whispered back to her with concern. 'I'd hate to think that anyone might need to go more. Especially some nice old lady' I didn't want to push things any further. I now knew that she was desperate. Her words coupled with her minor fidgeting would no doubt make for an interesting couple of minutes I hoped. As I said, the turbulence really wasn't that bad. I was sure that any second they were going to switch of the seatbelt sign and Jess would finally be able to pee. But they didn't. No announcement, no flight attendance no nothing. Jess was not being overly open about her need but every now and then she would look at me with a look that simply said 'I have to pee'. Matt finished his movie and took out his earplugs. Jess did her best to stop her fidgeting as we began to talk about the fun we'd had on our holiday. Jess though was definitely finding it hard to join in on the conversation. 'Are you ok, is something wrong' asked Matt giving Jess a strange look 'She has to pee' said Chris from beside me 'But they won't let us get up' I hadn't even noticed he wasn't watching his movie anymore. 'Why don't you just go anyway' The question hung in the air but that's all it did. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I knew Jess would be very uncomfortable with the current conversation. 'So what did your sister have to say' 'Oh yeah. She didn't know where she was going to pick us up from. I have to call her when we get off the plane. She said she would work something out' For the next half an hour Jess fidgeted and moved fairly regularly. Every now and then saying 'come on' to the seatbelt sign. The turbulence was fairly bad but I didn't even notice. I was to busy enjoying being stuck next to Jess as her need slowly turned from being well concealed to becoming fairly noticeable. Still no announcement and still no flight attendant. It was odd but I was enjoying every second. I don't think I was the only one. Chris to my right was leaning across the isle watching Jess like a hawk. It had been an hour and three quarters since we took off. I knew we would be descending soon and I said as much. 'Looks like you'll have to hold it till we get to the airport' Jess let out a sigh of resignation. 'This is crap' she said then lent forward and pressed her head upon the seat in front of her. About 10 mins later there was a ding sound. The sound that usually signifies that the seat belt sign has been turned off. My heart sank a little but I had enjoyed her desperation very much. 'Oh thank god' said Jess reaching for her seat belt. 'The lights not off auntie Jess' said Chris. He was right and I knew we had started our decent. Jess froze beside me. 'What the hell' she whispered to herself in frustration. Then music to my ears. 'Ladies and gentlemen we have started our descent into Melbourne airport. We apologies for the cancelation of your in flight refreshments but due to the rough conditions we were unable to prepare them for you. The seatbelt signs are once again on and we ask that you make sure all carry on luggage is stored safely away as we brace for landing. Once again we thank you for flying with us and we hope you choose us on your next time in the air' Someone up ahead shouted 'Not a chance' which produced a healthy bout of laughter. 'Sorry honey' I said to Jess. ‘We'll get to a toilet at the airport' She winced ' He said once again on. Did they forget to turn them off' She began to fidget once more, not much but she was definitely wearing a worried look on her face. She crossed her legs and bounced the top leg rhythmically, Then uncrossed them again. We didn't descend for long before we could see land below. Ten mins later of the same mild seated desperate pee dance from Jess and we had landed. We grabbed our luggage, preparing to be off quickly but it didn't happen that way. Because of where we were seated we had to wait a fare while to make our way off. Jess was standing the whole time. She was pacing a bit on the spot but I knew she was struggling to not do a full on pee dance. We finally made it off the plane and into the airport proper. 'Ok' started jess ' You guys go get the luggage, I'm going to find the toilet' She tossed her carry on to me and made to leave when her phone rang. 'Pretty sure you're supposed to have them turned off on the plane' said Matt pulling his own out and switching it back on. Jess rolled her eyes and answered the phone. 'Mel' she said into the phone. She was dancing around subtly with her free hand balled up at her side. 'Ok, we have to get our luggage but call me when you're about a minute away from passing....ok...I'll see you soon. 'Whats happening' I asked 'I'll tell you in a second. I'm seriously about to pee myself' she said and walked off in the direction of the toilets. 'We'll meet you at the luggage train' I called after her. I stood there fairly stunned. I guess the fact that she was only a couple of minutes from being in a toilet had wiped her shyness away. I would have put money in the fact that she would never say that in front of the boys. I'd have lost apparently. I assumed that was it I really did and I was ok with that. I was glad she was going to be more comfortable and I had definitely enjoyed the plane trip and yeah, she was on her way to the toilet so this particular episode was done and dusted. Thats what I thought at least. I was very very wrong. End Part 1
  20. Roadside Assist

    Hello all Introduction After overhearing a conversation between two ladies at a cafe recently, telling how one of them had broken down on a back road at night and how she had been bursting for a wee while waiting for the breakdown call out to arrive, My imagination presented me with a thrilling story. All I had to do was write it down. So here's (with a goodly measure of authors prerogative) how I imagined she coped with the adventure. Attached as a Acrobat PDF file. Alternatively, follow this link Story - Roadside Assist to my PaperClipPlus file-sharing page then download / read from there. Please leave feedback if you enjoy this story! Roadside Assist.pdf
  21. female Too Tight to Tinkle

    This morning I got up, had a shower and headed over to my sister in law’s house. Next week is my goddaughters 2nd birthday and as my sister in law hangs out with us and our friends from time to time she has been invited to the birthday party they are having for the little one. She asked if we could go shopping as she had no idea what to get as a present and asked if I would go along and help her pick something out. When I got there she was sat on the sofa in her pyjamas and it was obvious she had just got up. She told me once her gf had finished in the shower she would get ready and we could head out. Her gf came downstairs not long after and after a quick chat she headed off to work. Sarah went to shower and get dressed and I just sat and watched TV. When she came down ten minutes later she laughed and said she might have to look for some new pairs of jeans whilst we're out shopping and pointed out that the ones she had on were tight and joked about how she only just got her fat butt into them. She has recently put on weight and now her old clothes are starting to get tight. She purposely put on weight as recommended by her doctor and it certainly makes her look a lot more healthy and definitely gives her some sexy curves. Once she was ready we jumped her car and headed into town. On the way she asked if I had had breakfast and when I told her I hadn’t she detoured and went through Mcdonald's drive thru and we got some breakfast and both got a big cup of oasis. We parked up and ate our food and then continued on into town. We parked up and wandered round town and decided first to head around clothes shops and find some new clothes. We wandered around the shops for an hour and half, picking out clothes and trying on different things and generally having a good time. After we both had a few bags of new purchases we continued browsing round now on the lookout for a birthday present. We went into the big toy shop and both being big kids we spent ages looking around and playing with all the toys. By the time we found something and bought it we realised we had been in the shop for over an hour. We decided that we would go to the market and then go somewhere and get a coffee and a bun and not long after we were sat outside a cafe enjoying a big cuppa and watching the world go by. We sat there for a while and when we both finished we both decided we didn’t need anything else and headed back to the car. We got back and set off back to her house. After about 5 minutes she said “I probably should have had a wee before we set off” and shifted in her seat. I laughed and then said I should have too. Just as we had set off I noticed my bladder was getting quite full and I was desperate for a pee and as we drove along my desperation grew rapidly. Last night I did a hold and drank a lot of wine which usually weakens my bladder so I figured it was because of that, not to mention the oasis and the cup of coffee now filtering through. As time passed we both got more and more squirmy and desperate and soon we were both busting for a pee. We weren’t that far from her house so it wasn’t too bad but I was getting really desperate and it seemed so was she. As we came into the town centre where she lived we started hitting traffic lights and roundabouts. At the first set of lights she stopped the car then stuck her hand between her legs and moaned “ooooo that coffee is hitting me now”. I laughed and nodded in agreement. I too was feeling the pressure of my full bladder and was squirming and trying to hold back from wetting myself. After five minutes we had got through the town centre and was heading out towards where she lived. As we turned onto her road she moaned and pointed ahead. I saw she was pointing at the speed bumps around the school and I moaned too. With each bump we went over we both gasped and moaned as our bladders jumped and threatened to leak. When we finally pulled up outside her house and I jumped out of the car gravity took hold and I had to cross my legs to stop from bursting. We walked up the drive and I could feel myself about to start dripping and in the precious moments as she stood fishing her house keys out of her bag my knickers started getting damp as my bladder pushed hard. Eventually she opened the door and we went inside. She said I could go first as I was her guest and I dashed upstairs to her bathroom. I dashed inside and quickly undid my belt. As I fumbled with my buckle I started leaking into my knickers and knew if I didn’t get my belt open within the next few seconds I was going to have an accident. I finally got my belt undone and pulled my jeans down and as soon as I did that I felt the flood coming so just sat down and pee’d full force through my knickers. The relief washed over me and I let out a moan. It felt so nice wetting my knickers and when I finished peeing they were so wet. I pulled my jeans up and the feeling of them now pushed tight against me felt amazing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands then when I left the bathroom Sarah suddenly came dashing out of her bedroom and dashed into the bathroom. I was about to head downstairs when she shouted my name. I walked back to the bathroom and found her standing stood in front of the toilet pee dancing. I was about to ask what she was doing but before I could say anything she laughed and said “I can’t get my jeans down”. I looked at her puzzled and noticed she had opened the front of them but when she pulled they wouldn’t pull down over her butt. I laughed and thought about helping her but knowing she is into omorashi I stood back and folded my arms and told her that was a terrible shame. She realised I wasn’t going to help and stood dancing and squirming whilst trying to pull down her jeans. After a couple of minutes of this she gasped and a wet patch spread across the front of the jeans and she moaned in desperation. She kept gasping and the patch kept getting bigger until she obviously realised it was no good and jumped into the bathtub and immediately pee soaked down the legs of her jeans and she moaned in relief. Watching her soak her jeans was super hot and I just stood there watching. When she finished she smiled at me and started giggling. She jumped out of the tub and said “well, that’s one problem solved, now how do I get these jeans off. She decided they were old and she wasn’t going to be wearing them anywhere and gave me a pair of scissors and told me to go to town. I certainly enjoyed cutting her out of her pee soaked jeans and once they were off she stood there in her soaked knickers unable to stop giggling. She went and got changed and we went to chill out and sort through her shopping. Certainly a good way to end my morning
  22. Female Fully burst

    Two days ago my boyfriend and I drove back from a trip we took. It was close to a 5 hour drive that is mostly through the country. I was excited as half the route I am familiar with as its a drive I make to see family. When we started the trip we stopped to get drinks and some sandwiches. I got a large coke and told myself to drink it slowly!! But my boyfriend got sweet tea, which I tend to sneak some sips...maybe gulps... :D I really was doing fine. Half way we stopped at a gas station to get gas and my boyfriend went in to use the bathroom. I just didn't need to pee. We had 2 more hours to drive and I felt fine. So we drove off into the bare country part of the drive! Half hour later I started to feel the want to pee...I had finished my large coke and probably a good portion of my boyfriends large sweet tea. But I wasn't going to panic. It was going to be fine. If anything I thought we'd just pull over for me to pee if I must. My boyfriend pulled out waters for us from the back and I absentmindedly drank some water. Another half an hour later and I was really starting to feel it. We had to take a detour so it added some time and took us a whole other way to get home. It was country land we went through but houses were still around. I was questioning what to say to my boyfriend who was driving. I generally am not shy about this but I didn't know how to solve this! Our large cups were thrown out at the gas station, I was wearing tight jeans so it wouldn't be an easy pee like I could have if I were in a dress(!!!!!!!!!!), I wasn't going to try to pee in a water bottle in my boyfriend's COMPANY CAR!! haha & it was just a bit too much of a neighborhood for it to be completely safe I felt like. Soon I told my boyfriend "Hey...I need to pee really badly...could we possibly pull over somewhere on a side road....?" He said sure and we turned down a road. We got a distance from the main country road that had traffic but then we hit houses!! I told him to just turn around and lets get home. We kept driving and I was fidgeting. I could feel the pressure increasing. It was getting painful but I was excited to deal with this challenge :D I pressed on my bladder just to tease myself and I peed myself a bit!! I had to stop making this any harder!! So I unbuttoned my belt and jeans. That took some pressure off my bladder. And I did NOT tell my boyfriend I just peed a little. We finally hit the highway part and we were within half an hour of being home. I told my boyfriend to just get us home quickly. I wasn't going to be able to walk into a store with the wet spot I just got. Plus I was nervous I was going to loose it if I stood up! The half hour was intense. I could feel my bladder continue to fill. It was pulsating as I had to hold myself. Finally we got home. I got out of the car right away and bolted for the front door. I was thinking "WOW! I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!" I had the keys in hand to unlock the door and was ready to PEE MY HEARTS CONTENT OUT! I got the key in the door and it jammed! Oh my gosh like really?!?!?! I was so anxious and starting to flip out as I kept trying to get it unlocked! I was ready to pee with my legs crossed and I was bending forward. I heard my boyfriend behind me as he said "Jeni! Let me get it." And just as he said that I FULL ON BURST! All let loose. I just felt pee drenching my jeans as it ran down my legs. I just stood there at the door with my back to my boyfriend and a strong hot stream running between my legs. I couldn't fight this and there was no point of unlocking the door to get in. It may be an apartment but our front door can't be seen from the street so I just let it all go until I no longer felt the urgency. It had to have been a good 2 minutes til I stopped myself and still had more to pee. I think my boyfriend was just speechless as this all happened as he was in shock...yet I think enjoyed part of it haha. He just asked me why I didn't hold it a bit longer and I turned around and said "WHAT?!?! I have been waiting the past 2 hours!! BURSTING TO PEE!! I COULDN'T WAIT!!!!" He just looked at me and said its okay and hugged me. I would have gotten a picture but my boyfriend was there and still doesn't know about this site... :) My little secret <3
  23. So then guys :) I decided to try out one of the mister poll pee holding challenges :) http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/522622 I drank loads this morning (Huge mug of tea, a pint of water, then a pint of fruit squash) I waited until I was about 5/10 on the scale in the poll. It was amazing how fast my bladder was filling tbh. Before I started the poll the last pee I had was about an hour and a half before but because I was so super hydrated it didn't take long for me to fill up enough to start :) The first challenge was an easy one. Just drink 2 cups of water. Piece of cake that was ;) The second challenge I had to wait 30 minutes. I managed to squirm my way through that challenge. I was fighting though and I was very surprised at how fast my poor bladder was expanding. I could see it sticking out of my tummy like I was pregnant :O How was this possible. I am usually soooo good at holding large amounts. I managed to finish the 30 minutes. Then the 3rd challenge I had to watch a video of rain noise. The video wasn't working so I just held for the length of time the video was supposed to be played for :) It was painful and I was bursting!! After those challenges I was on about 8/10 on the scale in the poll. It was actually hurting to hold it now :O I got onto the 4th challenge. Relax your bladder muscles for 30 seconds :O I didn't even risk staying sat on my bed for this one. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with my panties and leggings still up. I relaxed and instantly a trickle started leaking out. I couldn't re-clamp for 30 seconds so I basically sat there very slowly peeing through my leggings on the toilet. It was very hard to stop. I clamped tightly and grabbed with one hand and managed to stop it! It was painful though. My poor bladder was still very full :/ I took a towel out of the bathroom and put it on my bed and then sat back down cross legged with a wet patch between my legs. i didn't fancy watching the next video so I just sat there holding my pee in for the time I was supposed to watch the video. Then there was my downfall. Having emptied like 1/4 of my bladder through my leggings on the toilet. When I got to the 6th challenge. I decided to re-do the 30 minute hold :O What a silly idea that was. My poor bladder was still filling up stupidly fast. I was bursting to pee and my poor bladder was actually aching really bad. I stood up to try and go to the toilet because it was hurting too much. Rather than risk doing damage I thought I'd wet through my leggings. I ran to the bathroom and just exploded uncontrollably sat on the toilet! I peed for like 60 seconds just totally flooding my panties and leggings. It felt amazing. I then decided to just try and carry on with whatever else there was in the poll. I think after sitting around for 45 minutes holding I lost interest and just stood in the shower and re-wet my leggings all over my legs and feet this time as well :) It felt so nice. Seeds x
  24. Ma'am Made Me Hold It

    I've shared this story online before, but possibly not here, at least not in recent years, can't find it in my history. But, it's a good one, so enjoy. Several years ago, I got involved with a girl who worked with me in an office. We had a playful D/s thing going on, she was my Ma'am, and I was her missy. I had noticed almost right away that Ma'am was always holding her pee, for absolutely no reason at all. Then, she started making me do it, too. I brought up the pee fetish several times, but she denied she had one, of course. One day at work, when I was having a really bad time, and we were alone, after she'd told me to hold it, she said "Come, here, missy." She patted her lap, and I sat down, holding myself and helplessly squirming. She held me and told me to quit fidgeting and relax, and she kissed me. I told her that I couldn't keep still, that I was on the verge of "pissing myself like Fergie" (my exact quote), and Ma'am pushed me off her lap. "No, missy! Don't wet your pants! Go to the restroom, now! Run, missy! You'd better not wet your pants!" She scolded me as I ran out of the office. I did make it to the bathroom, good thing, because she checked to make sure I hadn't wet myself at all. Even though I hadn't, she still swatted my ass with her ruler for being unable to wait.
  25. I just read a story on here and I had a similar experience so I thought I would share the story as I enjoyed remembering it. This tale takes place on my last day of high school which is now 8 years ago when I was 16. At the end of our final year we finished school 2 months early for “study leave” so we had time to finish off coursework and revise for exams then after exams had finished we had our Prom. On the last day we had to go in for an assembly with the school's headmistress and then some activities then we could leave at lunchtime. In the spirit of it being last day we were allowed to wear what we wanted and a lot of people came in costumes and fancy dress and it was really fun. I didn’t wear a specific costume, I just donned a stupid wig,and some fun accessories and wore one of my school shirts so that people could sign it. My friends had done similarly and we all looked like a 60’s hippie band. One of the girls in my friend group, Claire, had decided on a short black pleated skirt to take on the “naughty schoolgirl” kind of look and I couldn’t help admiring her long slender legs all morning. After the morning's activities and people had been round signing everyone else's stuff and writing messages in our yearbooks we were given a final speech by our head of year and then were dismissed. Our group of friends met outside and discussed what we were going to do. In the evening one of our friends parents had invited us for a bbq and a party to celebrate our last day but that wasn’t until later in the evening so we decided to walk down into the town centre and get a bus into the next town over. We got the bus and went to grab some lunch at Pizza Hut and afterwards wandered around town enjoying the beautiful sunshine and each others company. All the while I just found myself looking at Claire’s legs and now that we were outside I had the added enjoyment of getting flashes of her knickers as the wind kept blowing it up. Luckily she isn’t a shy person and didn’t care, she just found it funny. We wandered around for a couple of hours before deciding to get the bus back to our town. When we got off the bus we headed to the park nearby where most of us lived to hang out. Whilst we were there we saw plenty of people from our school and after been there for about 3 hours we decided to head to our friends house for the BBQ. We grabbed our things and set off up the road towards her house. My first excitement of the day came when we were walking along and two people we know from school came around the corner. They asked us where we were heading and we told them and one of them told us they were going the others house because she really had to pee. The other girl and some of my group got into conversation about the day and what we had been doing and we found out the two girls had been with their group over on the playing fields all afternoon enjoying the sunshine and having a few drinks. As they talked I noticed the other girl kept crossing and uncrossing her legs which I was enjoying as I knew she had to pee. Suddenly she crossed her legs tight and stuck her hand between her legs and laughing poked the other girl and said “I hate to break the conversation but can we get moving before I wet myself”. The other girl laughed and said “oh yeah sorry” and quickly finished her conversation. I just stood watching as she danced and squirmed and really wished I could have gone with her and watched her desperation. As we set off walking again a couple of our group mentioned needing to pee and I wasn’t surprised I too was feeling the effects of free refills at pizza hut. Unfortunately there was no obvious desperation and we got to my friends house and everyone went and used the bathroom. We had a really fun night hanging out in the back garden. After the bbq we all sat round a fire we made and had a few drinks and enjoyed the high of finishing school. As it started getting late people started heading home or were being picked up. My mum knew where we were and hadn’t given us a curfew as she knew we were sensible and wouldn’t leave it too late. We said we were going to head home and Claire who lives near us said she would walk home with us. She mentioned going to the loo and stood up and walked off. I got up and went round saying goodbye to people and went to say thank you to my friends mum and dad and then came back outside. A couple of minutes after Claire came back and after saying goodbye we headed out of the gate and down the side passage. We set off walking up the main road and after a few minutes Claire suddenly slowed down and then stopped. We looked at her and she laughed and said “turns out I was wrong”. Me and my sister looked at each other looking for clarification but realised neither of us understood so asked her what she was wrong about. She told us that when she had gone to use the loo somebody was in the bathroom, she assumed our friends sister, and decided she could hold it till she got home as she didn’t want to keep us waiting, now however she was starting to doubt whether she would make it home. It took a few moments to register what she has just said then as I watched her cross her legs it was like a switch clicked in my mind and I suddenly got major turned on. We told her she should have waited we wouldn’t have minded but she told us that when she found the bathroom occupied she had needed to go pretty bad but it wasn’t an emergency so decided to wait. We asked how bad she needed to go and she laughed and said “really really bad, I’m almost peeing myself”. Hearing her say that drove me crazy and I guessed it had done the same to my sister as she winked at me. She stood for a moment before saying “okay, I’m good”. We continued walking and as we did she kept making sexy noises and little gasps and telling us how bad she had to go. She asked us if she would be able to use the bathroom at our house as we were nearest and we said she could. We turned onto a road and we could see the bottom of our road just down the way and she said “I should have definitely had a wee before we left, I’m absolutely bursting”. She was now walking slower and it was obvious she was trying to keep her thighs squeezed together. We walked down the road and as we got to the bottom of our street she looked up towards our house and just said “oh god I can’t make it”. To this day I don’t know whether she actually had an accident or whether she just made the decision that she wasn’t going to make it to our house so it was pointless trying to. All I know is after making the above statement she squatted down and pulled up her skirt. I got a moment to look at her sexy knickers before a wet patch spread across the front of them and then a stream of pee shot through them and sprayed all over the floor. She opened her legs to obviously avoid peeing on them but all it did for us was give us a better view. I was stood open mouthed unable to stop staring at the sight in front of me. My friend was squatting in front of me with her legs wide open peeing into her knickers. The look of relief on her face was glorious and she let out a long low moan. The stream continued coming and eventually died down until there were just a few trickles and drips. When they stopped she stood up and said “well that’s better”. She looked at us and then burst out laughing. She grabbed her skirt and pulled it up and said “is it bad”. She showed us the front of her knickers and then turned round and showed us her wet butt. Both me and my sister stood staring, completely lost for words. She was just stood there showing us her wet knickers oblivious to the powerful effect she was having us. We stuttered a sentence between us that the wet patch was pretty obvious but when her skirt was down it was covered. She looked at the river of pee which was streaming down the road and giggled and said “told you I had to go”. We all laughed then continued walking up the road. We said we would walk her the short walk home and then double back on ourselves. When we got to her house we talked for a few minutes before she said goodbye and headed inside. Me and my sister walked back down to our house and all the way we could only talk about how hot what had just happened was. When we got home she went for a shower and I decided to just go lay on my bed and enjoy the feeling of my own filling bladder and replay the images over and over in my mind. As I did a thought occurred to me. I wasn’t aware of my friends sister being around all evening as she was out with friends and never saw her come home and wondered if she had actually found the bathroom occupied or if she had just decided to wait. When she had wet herself she made no attempt to pull down or move her knickers, she just squatted and pee’d through them. All I could think was either she enjoyed wetting herself and had made up some cover story to explain her desperation or she knew about mine and Casey’s fetish and was giving us a show. I had no proof to back up either theory but I had a lot of fun thinking about both and wondering if they were true. The incident never came up when we saw her and I never asked her if she shared our fetish as It was an awkward subject to approach as she was one of my best friends. However I still wonder to this day if maybe she does share the fetish and is somewhere enjoying her own omorashi.