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I just had my morning piss in my pants - completely by accident! I woke up a few times to pee last night, but kept shrugging it off and going back to sleep. I find that if I have a bit of "me time", the erection will distract me from the desperation of my bladder, so I kept doing that until I fell asleep. I woke up about 7am absolutely bursting to go, but still couldn't be bothered to get up out of my cosy bed. I decided to use a pee-jug (the kind you can buy for men who are on long commutes and can't wait / don't want to pull over). But as soon as I sat up I pressed down on my privates to buy myself a few more seconds of time, only for the need to disappear completely. I still whipped it out and tried to pee, sitting on the edge of my bed, but couldn't. So went back to sleep. I knew from past experiences that the only time it subsides completely like that when I'm so close to peeing myself is when it's about to actually happen, but I was prepared to take that risk. So I woke up about 10am, went down to make some porridge and had a glass of orange juice while it was in the microwave. My bladder was bulging and sore, but I had none of the obvious pains to pee. I still couldn't stop pinching myself though, so I think my body must've known I was still needing to do that to stop it spraying out in to my briefs. I ignored the W/C I have just off my kitchen and walked back up stairs. I think the orange juice was starting to kick things in to motion at this point as I was dry when I was downstairs but a little wet by the time I got up. I think it was just general leakage from it sloshing about inside me. I got in to the shower, but it's a bath/shower rather than a normal upright shower. I only feel comfortable peeing in upright showers, not baths. It's weird when you think about it but it just doesn't feel right to me, lol. So I got this shower, kept it as short as possible focusing only on my private and most sweaty areas and spent most of it squeezing my manhood so hard I thought I was going to rip it off at one point. I bent down to turn off the water and a jet shot spurt sprayed the taps and tiled wall. It felt heavenly, I can't lie, despite it being unintentional. I stood back up again, turned to pull the shower rail out of my way and grab my towel, when another shot emerged, this time spraying all over the shower curtain. I had no way of anticipating these leaks as I couldn't even feel them coming. I hurriedly patted myself down with the towel to dry myself off, got in to my work uniform (I work retail full time but I'm doing this office secondment thing at the minute) which was basically just office clothes (black trousers, white shirt, black stripey tie, white boxers, black socks and shoes) and by this point I felt a bit lighter. So I was thinking of dragging it out a tiny bit more by doing my teeth. I genuinely didn't want to wet my clothes but I knew the only reason I'd leaked previously was because I was naked (except for when I was in my briefs, leaking as I walked up the stairs earlier). I felt I was less likely to wet myself, even though standing still and brushing my teeth or washing dishes is a 90% guaranteed accident-causer for me. I guess I was playing too much at this point. As I cleaned my tongue and used the mouthwash, I felt a couple jet shots warm my crotch to the point it almost burnt due to the piss being so hot. After I spat the mouthwash out, I gave a shake of my legs and trousers and a feel of the front. I felt no wet patches thankfully but could feel wet underwear. As I brushed my teeth, I had heavy cramps that subsided quite quickly. I thought I'd probably pushed it too far now but it wasn't coming out straight away so I can just wait to finish brushing then I'll take a much needed piss in the toilet. As I was stood there, brushing away, trying to keep it short, I found myself subconsciously sighing - like, a sigh of relief you'd do when you have a piss. I still felt fine though, but a second later I suddenly realised my legs were no longer trembling and felt quite warm! It was exactly as my first accident played out years ago, when I wet myself on my doorstep, but didn't realise it was happening until I was mid-stream. I looked down to see my black trousers glistening and a huge puddle already at my feet. Naturally, I saw no point in trying to 'make it' anymore and just spread my feet a bit further apart and relaxed as I continued brushing my teeth - this time consciously taking much larger sighs of relief. Honestly, the warmth felt amazing and the relief was up there in my top 10 favourite / most relaxing pisses of all time. I love how you can still experience euphoric relief whether it's in the toilet or in your pants. I didn't really have time to *reeeally enjoy* the moment as I had to get ready for work all over again, but I left the puddle and wet clothes for me to clean up when I get home from work. I'm so turned on by it - I hope you all were too!

Heya all you losers. This is THE Junko Enoshima. I may have interrupted your regularly scheduled programming from some dude who probably lives in his Mom's basment. Lucky you! You see all you fuckos, I got a special little game in store. A game that will bring people despair... for your enjoyment! So buckle up, and grab ya self some drinks. You're about to see some real piss stuff.

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i was at a work conference all day and decided to do a hold after lunch. i had 4 glasses of iced tea and 3 bottles of water. the last meeting ran late and i was starting to worry that i wouldn't make the drive home. by the time i got to my car to leave i had been holding for almost 5 hours and my bladder was begging for release for the last hour of the meeting. there was construction on my street so the road was full of bumps and potholes. i had my hand shoved in my crotch the entire ride home. i seriously was about to burst. i barely made it to the tub before i started leaking. i struggled to hold on for 5 more minutes, dribbling little by little until my bladder gave out and i had an accident and soaked myself. please considering supporting me by getting the full video here 🫶 https://www.manyvids.com/Video/5011021/wetting-gray-slacks-after-holding-for-hours/ slacks teaser.mp4

View File PYM-322 After pissing in the toilet a woman then becomes horny and begins to masturbate. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  

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A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!

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So today we had a plan to zoom call that was supposed to only last about an hour, but we were allowed to do it from home so my coworker, who just started about a month ago, and has become a very close friend of mine, invited me over to her house to do the zoom call together in her makeshift office in her she shed. She had the idea that we should have a couple seltzers or twisted teas beforehand so that way the training wouldn’t be so monotonous. Of course I obliged and decided to join in. Our training started around 3 PM and we arrive at her house around 2. She quickly showed me around her beautiful home in her neat little she should set up that she has for working at home that her husband bill for her during the Covid times. She then showed me her little mini fridge that she had out there full of beer, twisted teas, and seltzer’s. We sat down at the desk and started getting logged in about 30 minutes before the meeting was supposed to start she handed me a twisted tea and popcorn, open her self of course as we’re chatting and laughing and having a good all-time and making fun of the fact that we’re about to do a boring ass training, we quickly down to the first one and then onto the second one we went by the time the training actually started we had had 2 1/2 to 3 and planned on having a couple more as the training went on. And the training was only supposed to last for about an hour as our boss told us multiple times earlier in the day so the thought of our bladders getting to folder in a meeting really wasn’t even a thought for either of us even me who is an experience, holder and has had many experiences of calls calls and even a couple accidents. We finished our fourth drink at about what we thought was. The halfway point of the meeting might need to be started to grow obviously but I hadn’t mentioned anything to her yet because I’m very shy when it comes to talking about this subject in person in with people I’m friends with in real life. I fast forward another 15 minutes and my need to pee is growing rapidly on my mind. I think that we only have about 15 to 20 minutes left in this meeting so again nothing to really worry about at this point but I am starting to get the signals that my bladder is filling up fast I would say I was roughly a 5 to 6, out of 10 on a scale of 1 to 10 so again not terrible, but certainly starting to feel it, we get to the hour mark of the meeting and they make a comment that we are officially at the halfway point my friend and I both look at each other with a what the fuck kind of look on our faces. Now neither one of us are allowed to get up from this meeting because it is very important to our company success which also shows the irony that we are drinking in the middle of it but it is what it is gotta have fun in life, right I quickly shoot her a text because our phones are hidden from the camera so we can technically be on them during this meeting and they would have no idea and I tell her “ girl I have to pee” she replies with a “same girl same” no I know that I have a relatively small bladder and know that having for drinks is well more than what my bladder capacity normally is so I’m low-key starting to panic because I know that we have another hour left and I already have to pee this bad. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to hold it. Fast forward another 15-20 minutes and and then she sent me a text saying that she has to pee really really bad in this meeting as boring as fuck and it’s making it even worse. I’ll text agreeing and say yeah me too. I really don’t know if I’m gonna be able to hold it until the end of this meeting. We both love each other in the face with panic looks knowing that each other are in a pretty tight situation, and neither of us expected to be in the spot. Of course, this meeting is just dragging on. It is the most boring thing in the world and at this point, the information that they are talking about really doesn’t even pertain to our department but we have to sit and listen anyway. She then turns around and opens her mini fridge and cracks open another twisted tea and then hands me a second one and then this point I’m like screw it why not. We finished both of our drinks so now I am up to five well scratch that we’re both up to five and might need to pee is absolutely getting serious. I would say at this point I am a 7 1/2 to 8, out of 10 and growing seriously concerned that I’m going to be able to make it through this whole meeting. I text her again and say “that last yea was a mistake, I’ll literally have to pee so bad.” she replied with “yeah no shit I’m about to pee my pants” we both sit there in our chairs, just squirming and holding ourselves as hard as we can and both of us are growing seriously concerned about making it we have may be about 20 to 25 minutes left in this meeting that we know of and we’re both at the point where we are bursting and becoming very desperate. Now this is the first time I’ve been in these close of quarters with someone I know and having to pee this bad so my nerves are also shot because I don’t wanna pee my pants in front of somebody in real life again as I’ve mentioned, nobody really knows about this thing of mine aside from the people on this website. So I continue to valiantly fight and hold and give everything I have to not letting the dam burst and let loose. I text her again telling her “girl this is seriously the worst I’ve ever had to go in my entire life like I really don’t think I can make it .” she replies with “same 😭😭” we manage to hold on for another 5 to 10 minutes and this point there’s literally no hope we decide that it would be best for us to go ahead and send in on the chat on the zoom meeting that we both have to pee really bad and need to step away for a second the instructor then says OK well we’re nearly done give us me about 5 to 10 more minutes and then we will go ahead and dismiss completely. Somehow we are able to make it the extra five minutes and of course our shed is not connected to the house so the meeting ends and we both make a mad dash for her house and for the restroom now, of course she only has one restroom and her just trying to you know screw with me decides to run into the bathroom first and lock the door while I stand right outside holding squirming dancing. As hard as I can the floodgates start to open and I start to feel leakage coming out in my underwear. Right at that point, the door opens and I sprint in and rip my tights and underwear down in a big hurry just for the torrent to shoot out of my like lightning. while I’m sitting there I begin assessing the damage and my panties are soaked, the tights have a big wet spot that goes a few inches down both thighs. Otherwise the crisis was averted and nobody can see the carnage lol that was absolutely exciting but terrifying at the same time. not gonna lie I’m really excited about this one. I think I want to do a hold tomorrow after work now too. I would LOVE for a girl to join me this time ❤️

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I recently wrote a story having not done so for a while. Several people commented positively and mentioned the Leah series from several years ago. I wondered what Leah might be doing these days? Situated in the middle of the North London urban sprawl, the Heath is a popular spot for outdoor recreation, especially on a summers evening or weekend. And this particular Saturday evening was no exception - the sun shone and people flocked to the area to walk, cycle, or simply sit in the grass and have a picnic. One particular group had a nice spot that they'd been sitting in for several hours now. A reunion of some friends from uni, who'd made a point of meeting up every summer after they graduated 5 years ago. Most were already there, but one of their friends was coming a little later on. All were in their mid twenties and occasionally bringing a partner along, they now lived their separate lives but still managed to keep in touch and catch up. There was Laura, a blonde from Somerset, well known for her stereotypical love of cider - Aofie, a curvy brunette from the south of Ireland, the joker of the group - Natalie, a sensible brunette with her head screwed on - and Jess, a skinny strawberry blonde who was fairly quiet and innocuous - until you got to know her, that was! The girls had found a suitable spot in the mid afternoon after a trip for picnic essentials from the convenience store at the bottom of the fields. They spread out on a blanket and caught up with the various updates in each others lives, shared various drinks and a huge spread of snacks. Looking over the field whilst hearing one of Aofie's stories about an incredulous situation she'd got herself into, Jess suddenly saw the unmistakable freckles of her first year halls flatmate. She bounced up and ran across the field towards her. "LEAH!" she cried, running towards her and giving her a hug "it's so good to see you!" "Thanks Jess, you look great!" replied Leah - complimenting Jess' choice of a multi-coloured jumpsuit - as the girls walked back towards the rest of the group. Leah always looked forward to seeing her uni friends, and the happy times that they reminded her of. She'd not been able to join the picnic earlier as her job occasionally required her to work on a Saturday, and this one had frustratingly been the same day as the picnic!, but the office closed, she made her way to the heath looking forward to seeing everyone. At 26, she was a very attractive young lady, with a small stature, brown hair, freckles, and curves in just the right places. Plenty of men doubtless admired her, but she'd been in a relationship with Mark, who she met at uni, for many years now. She smoothed her grey pencil skirt down and sat on the picnic blanket, opening an M&S cool bag with various cans and bottles straight from the cold fridge - instantly making her popular amongst the group (who, having been out for a few hours, were running out of booze, especially cold cans!). Natalie had an assortment of sausage rolls and snacks which went down a treat. The girls had been chatting away for some time when Jess nudged Leah and said she needed a wee, and did she need one too? Leah wasn't desperate, but having had a few drinks thought it wise to tag along. "I actually might need a hand" admitted Jess, as they cut across the grass "this bloody jumpsuit is such a pain to get out of when you need a wee!" "Ahhh, don't worry" replied Leah "You've been there for me plenty of times, and yeah I know what you mean, I've had too many close calls with them" "Do you remember poor Bryonie, on my second year course, she had a full on accident because her catch was stuck. Managed to get it down in the end, but she'd pissed her thong by that point" "Well, you know I'm hardly innocent of that!" replied Leah, who Jess had once rescued with dry clothes after an exam- and fire-alarm- induced accident, several years ago. They'd headed to one side of the field where a line of bushes and shrubs provided cover to squat and have a wee. Jess snuck between two lines of bushes and looked around, deciding that a particularly large tree provided extra cover. She was fiddling with the back of her jumpsuit and Leah noticed her frustration, together with slightly bowed knees. "Do you need a hand Jess?" she asked "Oh please, this catch isn't coming loose!" replied Jess. Leah went over and sure enough, it was incredibly tight. It took a fair amount of effort to loosen the strap enough to undo the catch. "Phew!" said Jess as she slipped the shoulder straps off, then pulled the suit down to her knees along with her knickers, and squatted reasonably high. "You've got to be so careful with these things, make sure nothing's in the way of the stream" Jess mentioned, as a loud hissing started underneath her. Leah agreed, but Jess was clearly experienced enough in these matters! The straps and suit were held up, she was squatted with her knees as wide apart as possible. Jess finished a long wee, shook herself about a bit, then pulled up her black knickers and re-attached her jumpsuit at the top. Leah noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra - she was reasonably small chested, whereas Leah had grown from a 32B in her student days to something more like a 34D. As Jess finished up her jumpsuit, it was Leah's turn. She hitched up her pencil skirt to waist level, pulled down her tights and turquoise knickers, and squatted onto the ground. She didn't need to go that badly, but a reasonable puddle slowly formed, and she felt a familiar wave of relief wash over her body. She hadn't brought anything to wipe with, so jiggled around a bit then pulled up her knickers (feeling a slight damp patch, but it'd soon dry out). The girls emerged from the bushes and walked across the field back to where the rest of the group were sitting. Laura had left the group for a trip to the corner shop for something else to drink (and, although she hadn't said it when she'd announced this to the group, a squat in a convenient bush along the way). Aofie and Natalie were comparing stories about graduate jobs, the grottiness of flatsharing after uni, and boyfriends. About an hour ago, the sun began to set set, and the evening air started to have a bit of a nip to it. The girls decided it was time to pack up and head home. Being diligant, they gathered together the considerable number of empty bottles and tins and deposited them in one of the many municipal bins around the park. There, they separated - Natalie and Jess would come with Leah to the Overground station, while Aofie and Laura went to catch a bus. Leah was in a cheerful mood, her spirits having been boosted by the lovely few hours with old friends. So cheerful, in fact, that her bladder - notoriously small when she'd been drinking - completely passed her by. It was Natalie who reminded her of her need. "Dammit" she exclaimed, as they walked down the street to the station, "I'm busting for a pee. I should have gone before we left the heath!". This reminded Leah and almost instantly her body was signalling that she, too, needed a wee - although not desperately. "I think there's a fair few pubs near the station" said Jess "let's stop there and you can go before you get on the train!". Easier said than done. The general exodus from the park meant that the area around the station was busy. People gathered on the pavements waiting for minicabs, there was a constant stream of people coming in/out the station squeezing past those who were having one last vape before getting on the train. And all of the pubs had queues to get in. "Aw shit!" said Natalie, complete with a little bob at the knees "I'm dying for a wee!". "What are you going to do?" said Jess "there's no way you're getting in anywhere without a queue". Natalie looked around and hobbled over to the side of the station. Leah wondered if there was an alleyway or something nearby - she might be tempted to relieve her own bladder if that was the case. To her surprise, though, Natalie had pulled up her grey dress, torn down her purple thong, and squatted between a phone box and a bin. "I'm sorry girls, I'm so sorry" she said forlonly "It was all I could do to avoid an accident". Leah could see a foamy, high pressure puddle underneath her friend's bum, so could believe it. A shout attracted her attention. "Oh my god, look at her! Let's do a tik-tok!" shouted a couple of teenage lads. Leah and Jess immediately closed ranks, shielding Natalie from view. The phone-wielding teenagers tried to take a video but realised they were getting nothing more wild than Jess' knees, so moved on. "I'm done now girls" said Natalie "I'm so, so sorry about that". "There's nothing to be sorry about" replied Leah, who had a kind heart. "It's happened to all of us" she continued. "Several times" finished Jess. They laughed as they scanned their Oyster cards and passed through the barrier, then said their goodbyes (with many hugs, and promises to meet again soon) - Natalie was going in one direction, while Leah and Jess were going the other. "She was quite brazen, I have to admit" mused Jess as they went down the stairs to the platform "I'd always thought of Natalie as being the reserved one!" "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures" replied Leah "and it was 50/50 whether I'd be joining her, in all fairness!" "Lucky you didn't, eh. It was only us that stopped her being a viral video!" laughed Jess Leah was pacing up and down the platform. "Three minutes" she said to herself "then about twenty minutes to get to South Hill, and then five minutes walk home..." For once, the deities of the railway network were on her side, and the train rumbled in dead on time. Leah and Jess got on board - most of the seats were taken, so they stood near the doors, and the train slid off a minute or so later. "Ow, the moving is hurting my bladder" grumbled Leah "You ok?" replied Jess "I'm desperate for a wee now. I should have gone when Natalie did, but it was just too public" "Do you want to get off at mine? It's two stops before yours" "Thanks, but there's not much point - you're right down at the bottom aren't you? It's not much further to mine and I can get home pretty damn quickly. Especially when my bladder feels like it's going to explode...". Still, Leah appreciated the fact that Jess was always looking out for her. The journey seemed slower than usual, although the display still said "on time". Leah was trying not to fidget - although she wasn't too ashamed of bodily functions, she didn't exactly want the entire train knowing that she was dying to go for a wee. It wasn't too long until Jess got to her station, and after checking that Leah was ok (she was, just) and that she didn't want to get out here (she didn't), they said goodbye. The customary hug had to be gentle to avoid any accidents! Leah waved as her train pulled away leaving Jess on the platform, and she wondered if she'd made the right decision. The logical half of her mind knew it was irrelevant, as she couldn't exactly change her mind, but still. The train rolled slowly along to Leah's station. Her bladder was now incredibly painful and she was trying to maintain some sort of composure - rather than crossing her legs openly, she was squeezing her thighs and crossing her ankles anxiously. As the train pulled into the station, she tried to remind herself that she could make it. She'd done this many times before! The afternoon of the beer festival, the night out in town, the trip to the nightclub...... >BONG< >BONG< >BONG< Shocked out of her thoughts by the noise, Leah pressed the flashing button, the doors slid open and she left the train. Walking in a determined fast pace now, she crossed the platform and started marching up the slope towards the exit. There were little jogs interspersed, to try and get home that bit faster, although they did cause her bladder to bounce rather dangerously. Leaving the station, she turned right, then right again, and was at the end of her road. She was marching quickly down the road, trying to move quickly whilst keeping the pressure on her bladder. Her flat was in sight further along the road. She was on the home straight. Whether something psychological or not, but her bladder seemed to increase in pressure drastically as soon as she set sight on the building. The pain was intense, and she had to stop and clench tight to prevent any leaks. "Aghhh!" she grimaced "c'mon Leah, you can do it" she whispered to herself. Leah reached the front of her block of flats, keys in hand, desperate for a wee, but still dry for now. Where was the fob for the front door. Got it. >beep< Down a couple of stairs. Flat 2B. Front door key. Oh, go in you little sod! Whether the slight delay, or the distraction of trying to unlock the door causing her mind to deviate from holding her bladder, she didn't know - but she felt a dribble escape her tired urethra, followed by a warm and damp feeling as her knickers gained a damp spot. This was the warning dribble, she knew, and the floodgates wouldn't be far behind. Door open. Slammed closed behind. Bag and keys thrown down in the hallway - no time now. Leah burst into the bathroom, the toilet in front of her. Lifting her grey pencil skirt up, seconds from release, her tortured bladder couldn't cope - as she hooked her thumbs into her tights, another spurt leaked out and into her knickers. Positioning herself over the toilet, she tore her tights and knickers down and let loose a high pressure stream, hearing the loud noise as it hit the water in the bowl. Initially in a high squat, she sunk down onto the seat and breathed heavily, panting with the effort that she'd put into holding her bladder for the last hour or so. At long last, she was weeing. As she relaxed, she examined her knickers - turquoise, with a lace trim - and there was quite a large wet patch where she'd started to have an accident. At least it'd wash out, she thought to herself. Her stream continued for quite a long time still, and when it died down, she kicked off the knickers and tights and ran herself a hot bath. A message appeared on her phone - "Great to see you all and relive uni times! xx" from Laura in the group chat. Well, thought Leah, the journey home certainly relived uni times for her.

Hey, I'm aware it's not certainly an ABDL video, but I really need this thing. It used to be a public one before the uploader changed it to private. It's obviously not their own video, but some Japanese one. They're not accepting a friend request from me, even though they have a literal sh*tload of porno friends out there https://thisvid.com/videos/huge-diarrhea-inside-pantyhose/

This is a story a bit ago before I got my current job. I used to work at a convenience store which involved very long shifts where I would be the only one in the shop. I'm always talking about wettings and I wanted to talk about diarrhea for a once but you've been warned now. There is a little bit of vomiting. I clocked into my morning shift as I normally did. A part time worker younger than me was there to help for I think it was like 2 hours at the start. I had gotten in the habit of taking a pee before she left because quite honestly, I'd be fairly desperate by the end of my solo shift quite frequently. I worked essentially 9-6 and then 8-12. A lot of those hours was single shift. They kept saying they were finding new people but like they never came so my lunch break was essentially while the part time worker was there in the morning. The manager would check by to make sure opening and closing went well. Anyways, I went to the bathroom as I normally did but my stomach did feel kind of queasy and it hurt a little bit. I pushed really hard and let out small bits of really soft stool but for whatever reason nothing more came out. But with nothing else I could do I just started my shift. About an hour ish later, before my manager was going to leave I desperately asked for a quick break. I could feel my stomach was not doing too hot. He gave me the keys and told me to make it quick. Again nothing much actually came out. But this time it was liquid spurts. I was getting kind of concerned about like the next 6 hours. Rightfully so. About an hour into feeling very unwell to my stomach. I felt the urge of diarrhea. It was really awkward cuz I was scanning a customers items when I suddenly felt that stream of hot liquid hitting the end of my bowels. I twist my legs and crossed them tight as I check him out. A panic grew in my head but it the urge subsided. I was very worried about how I would hold in this painful diarrhea for 5 hours. Not even 15 minutes in, I was restocking some items when I felt the urge again. There was only one customer in the store but she was also right in front of my. I desperately tried to concentrate and hold it for it to go away. And it did once again subside after a short bit but it came back ever stronger. I stood up and walked to the counter to ring up the customer when I felt something really warm hit my panties. It definitely wasn't pee but it hit my panties with the force of a liquid. It was really loud as liquid splashed into my panties but I think the lady couldnt possibly assume someone in front of her had just shat her panties and just thought it was something else I guess since she showed no surprise or anything. As she left and I handed her the bags another customer came in to my agony. My stomach ache has not subsided at all and if anything, had gotten worse. I could feel that the diarrhea was escaping my panties and streaming down my legs, bypassing my short skirt completely. It was really humiliating that I was leaking diarrhea as I tried my hardest to non chalantly ring this guy up. My embarrassment when he pointed out my cold sweat was not something I can describe. There were a handful of shifts where I would leak pee but this was a different scale. The moment he left I scrambled my spare panties and skirt I had to cleaned myself up as quick as I could in the bathroom. (The panties ended up in the trash can...). I knew the lunch rush was just getting started. When I left, one customer had entered the store but luckily nobody was waiting at the cashier's spot. I did realize however that because I had been so focused on cleaning up as fast as possible, I had entirely forgotten to actually empty my bowels. I could no longer stand and work as wet farts exited my body involuntarily. I worked for another hour or two as people came in and out as I was really struggling to hold in my diarrhea. My physical condition had seriously deteriorated by the time less customers were arriving. And then it happened. As the quesy feeling in my stomach became reality, I cupped my hands on my mouth as it expanded with vomit. I found the trash can right next to me and spilled it all out. Including my diarrhea. I had no time to hold in both as it spilled out of both ends. My skirt luckily had caught all of the diarrhea and stopped it from hitting the ground. I desperately called in my manager to say that I was in no condition to work but he essentially told me to wait until 6 as he wasn't going to be able to drive back in time anyways. My sense of time from here is very warped but there must've at least been another 2 hours. I threw out my panties again and pulled out my first skirt which was less damaged that the one that had just soaked up all of the diarrhea. I was in the bathroom for about 30 minutes maybe spilling out of both ends. The diarrhea never stopped. I had contacted various part time workers and luckily one of them promised to be there in half an hour but that meant I had to endure this for another half hour. No panties meant the risk of damage was greater and it was mentally hard to hold it in. I decided that whatever policy this place had in not letting me use the bathroom was not as important as not splashing liquid diarrhea all over the place and visited the bathroom like 5-6 times in the half hour time span. Luckily the vomiting had stopped but the diarrhea had no signs of stopping. I clocked out as the part time worker knocked on the bathroom door as I was spilling out pure brown liquids. I had contemplating going to the ER but my financial situation was not as great as the office job I have now so I decided against it. It was only like a 15-20 minute drive home but I had to stop by a McDonald's to expel more diarrhea. 5 minutes later I turned around and expelled even more at the same McDonald's. The next 12 hours of my life consisted of nothing but water and the toilet. I would purge my insides, which was basically just clear water at this point. Collapse on the bathroom floor, drink some water, and then not even 5 minutes later have to sit on hte toilet again.

I have been turned on by desperation and accidents since I have understood what being turned on meant. I have had a few IRL desperation encounters; some genuine and some playing it up because they knew it turned me on and/or they were turned on by it. I have yet to witness an IRL accident though, save for one instance where it happened to my soon-to-be ex wife but I didn't see anything as she knows about my fetish but has never participated. This applies to both wetting and messing desperation and accidents. Also if it matters to anyone. I am a cisgender male and I have only ever dated cisgender females. I tagged everyone in this because I am curious if any of this applies to anyone and I wanted to be inclusive. All of that being said, the times I have witnessed the genuine desperation by that of a significant other, I wasn't turned on by it in the moment. Seeing someone I care deeply about being in a genuinely stressful situation that could turn into public humiliation/embarrassment made me just want to help them not have an actual accident. Full transparency, after the fact either during masturbation session or during sex, my imagination goes a wild with the situation embellishing details to create a scenario in which I would be turned on. I have had a few past relationships where my significant others would play up their desperation. I have had a few pee in the toilet in front of me just because and one poop in the toilet in front of me out of desperation. It has been fun for them to play up the desperation because they were enjoying it. I feel like if they are genuinely desperate, aren't into playing it up, and are genuinely distressed and aren't okay with having an accident, I can't be turned on by it. I am curious if any others have felt the same way with how having this fetish is kind of a delicate balance in that sense. And this extends even beyond just a significant other. I mean I have seen people desperate for a bathroom in public that I didn't know and couldn't be turned on because of the genuine fear they were experiencing. Oddly though, the recounting of such stories do turn me on like reading desperation accident stories on Toiletstool and the like because at that point the person is willing to share the story. At that point, it feels like they are okay afterward and by proxy me being turned on by it (with imaginative embellishment) takes out the genuine stress they were feeling while it happened. This is all very complicated but the question is. Has anyone not gotten turned on by genuine desperation and/or a public accident IRL essentially because you felt bad for the person in that moment? Thanks and I look forward to your replies!

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