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  1. 337 downloads

    After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy
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  3. View File DLSL-539 DLSL-539 Submitter fcgoodman Submitted 12/08/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  4. Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) “Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. “Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. “Take me home, will you?” “As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. “Someone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. “Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” “Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” “You should really clean this car...” “Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” “Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. “You got any good ones?” “Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. “Two of these are just some random guy’s back” “Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. “Ooh this one’s nice!” “It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. “So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” “Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” “Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” “Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. “Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. “Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” “Thanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. “Hey, all good?” “Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” “Ah?” “This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. “Oh right, public urination epidemic.” “The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” “Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” “They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” “Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. “I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. “Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” “Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” “Almost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. “Four times! Four times, goddamnit!” “Ah!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. “D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, “I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. “Oh god, it won’t stop-” “…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” “…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. “Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!” “No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. “Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” “That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” “Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” “What are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. “Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”
  5. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  6. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... is in trouble and can't leave!" And oh puppy, is this girl in trouble... Remember when our poor advertising executive "popped" during her pitch and ended up jetting a stream of hot piss through her panties into the planter of a fake ficus... all while the entire executive board of the company to which she was making said pitch was still in the room?! Well, here's a window into how that next day went for her: Called into her boss' office to (hopelessly, let's be honest) beg to keep her job... just as she had finally gotten to the end of her rope and started tip-toeing to the ladies' room. I mean, can you blame her? She'd just kept her head down and tried to get a ton of work done without drawing any attention to herself... pee-breaks weren't exactly a high-priority. The only problem, is now she's getting grilled while retaining an entire day's worth of anxiously collected urine --- probably doubled in volume compared to her usual fluid intake due to the neurotic sucking-down of her water bottle whenever memories of the previous day presented themselves... which happened frequently. So, her bladder is FULL. Really, really FULL. It's quivering and rock-hard, like a large coconut. Maybe the mental anguish is helping her keep everything "squinched", because she is certain that she's surpassed the level of need that she felt during that pitch. She's probably going to be fired, but to be honest, the only thing on her mind is whether she'll get to pee before security escorts her out... As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! Getting fired is pretty humiliating. Getting fired while completely naked (and, of course, dying to pee) is another level of humilation, entirely! So if you want to see that little spectacle, consider checking it out! XD
  7. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
  8. Part 1 - Interviews: 'Have you ever wanted to work in a fast-paced, innovative, fun, forward thinking tech company? If so apply for one of our new roles today at Intertech. No experience necessary' This was the advert that Phil had put out. In reality, Intertech wasn't as innovative as the advert made out. It's staff were all male, offering little in the way of diversity. The company had stagnated and for this reason, Phil was keen to hire a woman; a smart woman, but a woman who would make a difference. The only problem was the company hadn't planned to take on a woman. They didnt have the basic facilities ready and that included a basic, key facility: no toilets. The pay was generous though and Phil hoped that the right candidate could work around this though. He would have some women's toilets build by the summer. He took another glance at the candidates: Emma: Previous job: Model Age: 20 'Due to the self-employed nature of my previous role, I have excellent time keeping and organisation skills.' Emma was a tall brunette with a few tattoos and piercings. She had turned up to the interview in a very short miniskirt. Phil questioned the type of 'modelling' she did but Emma seemed bright and easy-going. Jenny: Previous job: Sales Age: 24 'I am an outgoing, hard-working, career focused woman. The change in career interests me as I think my skills are more suited for the needs of Intertech'. Jenny was the most shy and quietest of the three women. She was quite pale and also had a tattoo on her thigh. She seemed to have steely resilience though, and seemed bright and friendly. Norma: Previous job: N/A Age: 21 'As a high-achieving graduate, I am keen to take on a job where I can develop my skills. This role seems like the perfect opportunity for me to grow and develop.' Norma was fresh out of university. She was Norweigian with bright red hair. Norma was the most giggly of the three but didn't seem overly nervous. In fact, she seemed almost flirty at times. ____________ Phil wouod make this decision alone. He knew other people would not approve of the candidates he had selected. But he knew one of these women would fit right in. Due to the toilet situation, they would have to be flexible and easy-going. He didn't want any complaints so the successful candidate would have to be willing to hold themselves through work. Who should Phil hire? A) Emma B) Jenny C) Norma
  9. So, another piece that's based on a true story, or rather, a true set of circumstances. Partly, kinda and sorta. I'm going to make it clear right at the outset that the true elements this time is limited to my former workplace, the two featured protagonists and their respective role (and appearance), and the general situation (the presentation part) which indeed took place. That was enough to set my imagination in motion though, and I actually began writing this already a few years ago, only to forget about it until recently (spurred on in no small part by the great @Kayn with whom I've been having some very inspiring back-and-forth lately). It will be posted in parts, as usual, and not only due to my habit of not keeping things short this time. Without further ado, let's find out what *totally* happened during this initially not very promising day at my former job. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 1 I once worked at a big multinational IT company in one of several service desks and on this particular day we had a visit from a couple of colleagues from abroad working at one of the offshore sites (neighbour countries to you and me), two girls in their mid-to-late twenties, Rebecca and Linda. Among other things, they were holding presentations about their department and how we're supposed to work together towards the customers. Both girls were really good-looking, thin and medium height. Rebecca had a short Twiggy-like haircut and brown hair, wearing a dark blue collared shirt and really tight-fitting pale blue jeans. Linda had a bit longer, page-like dark hair, glasses and wore a black polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Like I said, both were really cute but Rebecca was definitely the most attractive of the two. The presentations were to be held twice with half the desk staffers attending respectively, the first one was to start at 8:30 AM and the second one at 10:00 AM. I went up along with a few of my colleagues, expecting to get the presentation over and done with. We stood among the other group members, some of them discussing who should sit in on this round, all the while I stood waiting idly by the side waiting for someone else to make a decision. As they talked I glanced toward the front of the room as Rebecca and Linda were preparing the presentation. I noticed Rebecca standing with her legs crossed but didn't think too much about it apart from how sexy she looked in those tight, tight jeans as the fabric stretched across her twisted legs. They were fumbling with the screen in order to get the presentation showing up but couldn't get it going. Rebecca seemed a bit impatient to get it going and I slowly became aware as of why. A couple of minutes went by as my colleagues talked and during that time I saw Rebecca uncrossing her legs only to immediately bend her right leg upward while wiggling her knee across the other leg while Linda was struggling with the screen. If she wasn't displaying an urge to get to a bathroom, she definietely was the restless kind. I knew what I hoped for. Then she put down her leg and bent her knee over the opposite thigh, wiggling it a bit back and forth while squirming her upper body. About then it was decided that I belonged to the other half who would attend the second session and that we should get back down and resume working in the meantime. I silently cursed that my show was interrupted but went back down, making a mental note of gratitude for the brief desperation scene performed by the cutest girl I had encountered in quite a while, and in such a sexy outfit at that. Little did I know this was only a prelude... ------ I thought about the most likely ensuing turn of events; she would probably leave quickly before the presentation and go to the toilet and that would be it. However, this is where it starts to get hot. The lunch room is located on that same floor (our desk was located one floor down) and the only toilets on this floor are located out in the stairwell, outside the door for which you need to swipe a card in order to pass through. Before I went down to my floor I went into the kitchen to get myself a mug of coffee and as I stood waiting for the machine to do its thing, I noticed Rebecca walking briskly toward the door to the stairs. It was obvious she was heading for the toilets outside but as she swiped the card (all visitors gets a temporary visitor card) the door wouldn't open. She tried it again a few times and seemed frustrated. From where she stood, I couldn't be seen where I was in the kitchen by the coffee machine, so she didn't notice my indirect precense. I rallied the thought of opening the door for her, but didn't for two reasons. One is more or less obvious because I'm a perverted son of a bitch, but I actually had a rational reason not to as well, as she wouldn't be able to get back in lest someone happened to pass by outside afterwards. She looked down the hallway but no one else was around. She then briefly glanced into the visible part of the lunch room as well before deciding that she had to get back to start the presentation, so she hesitatingly headed back to the room with a bit more careful steps. I couldn't get my mind off of her, trying to get to a toilet but was tied to a tight schedule and having to get back to a presentation with a presumably full bladder. On the other hand I figured she would excuse herself during the session or, if she didn't, at least endure it and rush off to the bathroom with a borrowed card. Little did I know this was still only a prelude... ------ Fast-forward one and a half hours and it became my turn to join the remainder and get up to the presentation. My mind was more than anything on the upcoming lunch break as I had become quite hungry by then, but it would soon shift focus. As we entered the room, both girls were standing at the front like before, fiddling with the computer in order to reset the presentation and get going again. Naturally, I immediately focused on Rebecca and to my absolute amazement, everything pointed at her not having been to the toilet yet, despite it being over one and a half hours since she frustratingly had tried to find relief! She could hardly stand still even though she obviously tried to, shifting her foot and crossing her legs alternately while she fingered on the laptop. I silently prayed she would somehow be hindered if she tried to escape, which I was sure she would do. Carrying on with yet another presentation would be madness considering her apparent state! But she continued tapping on the computer, anxiously looking at the clock which approached 10:00 AM, all the while fanning one leg in and out, waiting for the computer to obey her commands. At last she appeared to be done as she turned to Linda, saying something I didn't hear but I concluded that it was toilet-related as Linda handed her own card over to Rebecca who immediately turned for the door. As fate would have it, several people stood in the door opening, prompting her to wait and as she did, someone worded a question if it was time to get going yet. Rebecca looked like she was about to utter something, but hesitated for a second and then went back to the front of the room. She handed the card back to Linda who said something I again didn't catch, to which Rebecca shyly nodded. I imagined Linda asking Rebecca if she really would be able to wait until after the presentation, or something to that effect, and Rebecca betting all her pennies on it. The presentation commenced and Rebecca was clearly in distress. She displayed worried furrows on her forehead behind her fringe and had problems standing still even though she obviously tried to. She constantly moved her legs in a subdued fashion, stepping back and forth as she waited for her turn to talk. When she took the word, she tried to sound normal but she had a nervous hint in her voice. She tried to stand still with crossed legs but was turning her body around slightly from left to right as she spoke. I wondered how long she reckoned she would get away with this without causing suspicion even from the non-desperation-junkie part of the crowd (presumably everyone else). The thought of her feeling that she absolutely had to constantly move about in order not to piss herself was really turning me on! The agenda itself all but escaped me, being all focused on Rebecca's struggle. As the session proceeded, she seemed to grow more and more impatient, and not necessarily due to being tired of going on and on about processes and whatnot. Believe it or not, for reasons unknownst to me, there are actually people out there who find ITIL routines interesting. Rebecca was obviously one of them because over the course of those two hours, she managed to keep her composure passable enough in order to concentrate on the presentation. To someone cursed with an omo radar like me, she was clearly doing everything she could to pass on her movements as natural, but as the minutes progressed, she had more and more difficulty standing still whenever she wasn't talking. Sometimes she stood aside with her hands behind her back, biting her lip, pinching her legs together, slightly turning from side to side on the spot. Occasionally she even bent one knee over the other whilst doing a slight curtsey, all the while trying to minimize the movement as if not to give away her predicament. In those tight jeans though, every tiny bit of those movements were on full frontal display. I was definitely nursing a semi by now. ------ At last, about 20 minutes before the scheduled session was to end, the presentation was done and there was a slot for further questions and discussions. As is always the case, there were these overly ambitious souls who just had to chip in with their know-it-all attitudes and delve in on some really insignificant detail that doesn't matter for anyone in the end. This time I was actually thankful for that, because Rebecca was clearly dying to get out of there. Her wordings were short and snappy by now and as she stood discussing all these really insignificant details with the overly ambitious souls, she leant against the table at the front while rythmically twisting her body around with one knee bent over the other. The tight denim clinged to her thighs and buttocks in tandem with her twisting movements, occasionally even outlining her muscles working overtime to bear the bulk of her urinary emergency. By now her desperation could hardly have escaped even the casual onlooker. No one made a point of it though, and Rebecca herself didn't make any attempt at cutting things short either, probably as the session was winding down anyway. Then finally at 11:30 it was time for lunch. As I exited the room along with the others, I saw Linda and Rebecca still by the front table. Rebecca couldn't stand still to save her life by this point, constantly stepping from side to side and curtseying down as she gathered the equipment, cables and stuff. The last thing I noticed before disapperaing down the hallway was her whispering something to Linda with a slightly panicked expression to which Linda responded with a concerned face. I could only imagine that it was once again toilet-related and that it was becoming absolutely top priority to do something about her urgent need. Alas, I had no rational excuse to hang around and find out about any of it as it was now lunch time and I was about to tag along with my fellow support technicians to the usual food hangout down the street. But in all honesty, even despite my then substantial hunger, I would gladly have traded my lunch for being able to stay in the vicinity of Rebecca. All throughout the meal, I sat feverishly wondering about the potential outcome of her desperation. The most likely though was that she would finally be able to get to the toilet and relieve herself and that would be the end of that. ------ Fast forward to around 3 PM that same afternoon. It was high time for a break so I locked my computer and walked off to the lunch room for the obligatory coffee. After having topped up my mug I took a seat by the entrance to the hallway, idly scrolling on my phone. I noticed from afar the entrance doors opening down at the far end of the hallway and I briefly looked up. I immediately noticed those cute girls among a couple of other in-house staffers. Of course my eyes zoned in on Rebecca and for about half a second I could have sworn she looked somewhat different. Then it dawned upon me: She's no longer wearing light stretch jeans, she's wearing black business pants. Why is she wearing black business pants? Why didn't her tight jeans see the day out?? Why did she feel the need to change pants all of a sudden??!! My heart started to race.
  10. Alright, since my first thread will be a bunch of different stuffs, now this one will be only centered around Friday night funkin. There will be mostly female characters and it will contain bladder bulging, a LOT of desperation and some wetting here and there. Btw, you can also post your fnf omorashi art here, I don't mind. Here's all of the omo art I already made and posted on my first thread. Might make another thread in the future for requests, who knows.
  11. hi! New member here decided a nice way to introduce myself to the community would be through some fic requests! I'm only gonna be doing male content for now as that's what I specialise in! My rules are only no scat or messing,no padded and no abdl! On that note get requestimg,I'm currently in the mood to write some Marvel,Helluva Boss,ASOIAF or Furry stuff but I'll take any requests!
  12. View File Powerful Spurts (SL-291 Clip) After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  13. Another two elavtaor wetting videos that are nowhere to be found. Maybe someone can put those here? Thank you. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/133767?m= https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/130764?m=
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    So it’s been a pseudo-fantasy of mine to wet my work uniform for a while. Being trans and a waiter, I don’t always get to use the bathroom while I’m at work, which sometimes leads to my bladder being quite full at the end of the night. Sometimes as I’m waiting for a dinner, or refilling drinks at the soda machine at the end of the night, I wonder what it would be like to just let go, there in the kitchen. So on my day off, I fulfilled part of that fantasy. I wet my work uniform, sans apron, in my shower. Anyhow, please excuse how heavily I’m breathing and for not turning and giving a show. It was my first time recording an “accident” and I forgot ^^;;
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  15. Wetting work clothes View File So it’s been a pseudo-fantasy of mine to wet my work uniform for a while. Being trans and a waiter, I don’t always get to use the bathroom while I’m at work, which sometimes leads to my bladder being quite full at the end of the night. Sometimes as I’m waiting for a dinner, or refilling drinks at the soda machine at the end of the night, I wonder what it would be like to just let go, there in the kitchen. So on my day off, I fulfilled part of that fantasy. I wet my work uniform, sans apron, in my shower. Anyhow, please excuse how heavily I’m breathing and for not turning and giving a show. It was my first time recording an “accident” and I forgot ^^;; Submitter The Paw Prince Submitted 11/26/2022 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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    The game is still unfinished so it's kinda short but it seems to be updated frequently so I'll try and keep the most up to date file here. For the Android version download the APK You can play either as a Care Giver with interactive mini-games or as a Little
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  17. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  18. Hello people of the Interwebs! Now, I know I already have an Omori Omorashi topic, however, I want to save that topic for stories that I have a lot of ideas for and is a reasonable length. Over here will just be a fun place to post short little side stories. I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this thing will become. See ya!
  19. Hello guys! This is my first topic on this site, i am into fear wettings and i’ve had many accidents myself. So well, i decided that i’ll make an Anthology story series which includes fear wettings in different scenarios and with different characters. Hope you like it and would love to hear your feedback so i can create better stories in this series! Enjoy! ——————————————————— Cat moved quickly through the bustling city streets along with her friend. It wasn’t that easy as she was wearing heels. She had a smart outfit on, a gray blazer and a gray skirt, with white panties underneath. She also wore glasses that didn’t make her look like a nerd, it made her look rather beautiful. Today was a very important day to her, she finally had her job interview at the infamous Armix tower downtown, one of the tallest towers in the world. Although she just graduated, her grades were good enough that she was among the lucky few that got accepted for an interview in that tower. She finally arrived under the tower and looked upwards towards its peak and smiled. It was enormous.. It was exactly 232 stories tall. A moment later a gentle hand laid on her shoulder which awoke her from her daydream. “It’s huge Cat! isn’t it? Lucky you, it’s every aspiring person’s dream to work here!” Cat’s friend told her playfully. “Yesss Annie! I am so excited i just wish i will get accepted!” Cat said worryingly. “You’ll do great! I believe in you!” Annie said with a grin. “Thank you Annie! Thank you for coming with me for support! I really needed it.” Cat said. “Anytime babe! Let’s head inside!” Annie said. With a nervous sigh, Cat and Annie entered through the huge automatic glass door. The reception area was gigantic and magnificent. They moved forward towards the reception desk to a nice lady who expected them. “Hello my name is Cat Dean, i was told to come here for my interview!” Cat said nervously. The receptionist nodded and scrolled through her log book. “Cat.. Cat.. Cat.. AH! There you are. You can proceed through the elevator to the right to the 169th floor. It’s made specifically for the people who applied so it wont be crowded being they are very few!” “Aww the floor’s too high. Sorry i am just afraid of elevators and tight places. And it’s not like i can go up 169 floors on the stairs.” Cat laughed nervously but only got a shrug from the receptionist. “Well anyway, thank you! I guess i have no choice.” Cat said with a smile. Then looked at Annie as they both let out a giggle about the naughty floor number. She then took Annie with her and proceeded towards the Elevator but was immediately stopped by the receptionist again. “Hey i am sorry, your companion cant come up to the interview with you. I am sorry there are strict rules, she could wait here in the lounge for you. Sorry for the inconvenience.” The receptionist said. “Awww noo!” Cat said with a frown. “It’s okay Cat you got it! I’ll be waiting for you right here go on go on so you wont be late!” Annie said while gently pushing Cat towards the elevator. “Wait Annie! You know i am claustrophobic and i hate elevators ughh, besides i think my nerves are getting to me because of the interview and i really feel like i need to pee.. should i find a bathroom first?” Cat said with a frown. “Nooo Cat! No time for that dont worry it’s not like you will pee yourself in the interview it’s just a feeling! And that elevator is perfectly safe! We’re in the Armix tower the most technologically advanced building in town!” Annie said hurrying Cat to the elevator. “Awww okay you’re right. I am just so nervous. I need to calm down.” Cat takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Annie then hugs her as they stand in front of the elevator door waiting for it to arrive. *DING!* “Alright that’s my que, i’ll see you in a bit Annie!” Cat said as she entered the elevator nervously and pressed on the 169th floor button and gave out another giggle as she shrugged her shoulders and looked around the elevator. “Good luck!!!” Annie said as the elevator doors closed. The elevator began its ascend with only Cat in it. It took a little while until it passed the 100th floor. Cat’s nervousness intensified, and with it her bladder. She squirmed a little bit thinking that it was a bad idea that she didn’t go to the bathroom before riding the elevator. “Ughh i should have went to the bathroom. That interview really makes me so nervous.” Cat thought to herself. A few seconds later the elevator arrived at the 152nd floor. It was then that a weird pulsating sonic shockwave hit the elevator with a high boom. The elevator heavily shook and Cat screamed from the sudden turbulence that occurred. The electricity was cut off and the lights turned off, turning the inside of the elevator into pitch black darkness. Cat began to cry as she hugged the corner of the elevator with her back. She couldn’t see anything and the elevator suddenly stopped. She got terrified out of her mind in that moment and didn’t know what to do. She immediately started feeling warm liquid flowing slowly down her legs and over her high heels. She felt her panties getting heavy with warm urine as she continued to sporadically and uncontrollably leak her bladder’s content in terror. The sound of dripping urine could be heard as it hit the elevator floor as it was very quiet. Suddenly, the lights came back on.. but it was flickering with a little bit of electric noise buzzing every few seconds, but Cat could see around her now. She tried to take control of her bladder once more and fortunately held it back successfully. She immediately looked down at her crotch to find a damp dark patch on her skirt and that she was standing on a puddle of her own making. “Ohh nooo! Oh my god i cant believe this just happened! And i cant believe i just pissed myself!” She started sobbing again and started pressing every elevator button she could see in her panic. “Please please please! Oh god no! Please work!!” She said while hyperventilating. It was then that the elevator became turbulent again. She instantly put her back to the corner again and held tight on the bars under the mirror. *WOOOOSHHH* In a blink the elevator started to rapidly descend in full speed towards the ground floor. “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” Cat screamed her lungs out as she sunk with the elevator while holding tight on the bars. It felt like she was going down a very fast and a very high roller coaster. But it wasn’t fun at all. Her bladder completely relaxed in her fear! She started completely soaking her panties and skirt as the elevator fell, the urine flow was so intense this time that it splashed loudly on the floor and it was spraying everywhere. The poor girl was terrified, she thought she was about to die. To her luck, the building was really technologically advanced. A safe emergency brake started to slow the elevator down at the 50th floor. The speed of the fall started to gradually slow down, and by the time it reached 10th floor it descended as it normally would. Cat had her eyes closed the whole time but when she finally felt the elevator descending normally she opened her eyes and found that it’s going down 9th floor then 8th. She relaxed her grip on the bars and sat on the floor as she tried to catch her breath. She didn’t realize that she sat on the puddle, the entire elevator floor was one huge urine puddle. She just thought that she was finally safe, she sighed and relaxed. And with the full relaxation of her body, her bladder released the final few sprays of her urine. Adding to the already huge puddle she was sitting in. *DING* The elevator door finally opens on the ground floor, a crowd was gathered in front of the elevator but the first one Cat laid her eyes on was her loyal friend Annie who stood there in shock and awe with her mouth slightly opened and beside her was the receptionist with her hands over her mouth. Cat was confused on why Annie was standing like that rather than coming in and helping her, but it was then that she realized. She looked around her on the floor to find that she was soaked and sitting on a pretty big urine puddle of her own making. She immediately felt so embarrassed, and her face turned tomato red instantly. A handful of people were standing there, seeing how soaked she was by having that huge accident. She tried to slowly stand up as she sobbed in her embarrassment, but suddenly a comforting hug was wrapped around her. Annie quickly hugged her friend so tightly to comfort her, not caring wether she’ll get wet from the puddle or her soaked friend’s clothes or not. She just cared about making her friend feel better. “Cat hun, are you okay?” Annie asked softly, still hugging her. “Ye-yes, Annie. Thank you.. But look at the mess i made.. i am so embarrassed i thought i was going to die.” Cat said as she sobbed but hid her face in her friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay you’re safe now..” Annie said. “Well what happened anyway? I dont understand.” Cat asked. “I dont know either suddenly it just felt like a sonic wave hit the entire building and it originated from above as the people were saying, from the very top floor. All the lights went off for a moment and then started flickering, and then we heard the sound of the elevator coming down, and i was so scared i hoped that you’d have gotten off. But thank god they have this safe brakes thingie. I am so glad you’re safe.” Annie said still comforting her friend. “Oh well there goes my interview.. i cant go in looking like that!” Cat said with a frown. “Oh dont worry about it they’ll probably reschedule today’s interviews after that incident!” Annie said reassuringly. Cat then suddenly realized that she accidentally wet her friend’s clothes with her own. “Oh i.. i am so sorry.. i think i got some on you.. your clothes got wet because of me.” Cat said with a blush. “Well.. that wouldn’t have happened if you listened to me and went to the bathroom before riding that elevator! Hahaha!” Annie said playfully as she poked Cat so she could try and lighten up the mood for her friend. They both giggled as they walked past the astonished crowd. It was embarrassing but Cat had her friend with her and she made her feel safe. They reached the receptionist and casually asked for another date for the interview. - - - Behind the scene of all this a mysterious man hidden in the crowd with a dark hat that concealed his face and a dark overcoat held a weird looking phone that didn’t seem like any other familiar phone these days. And with it he was filming the incident since the moment the elevator opened. He was on a live feed under an anonymous tag. He shared the entire event live to the world. He was standing there since before even Cat got into the elevator. It was like he knew that this would happen even before it happened and just waited for it. His live feed was eventually shared all around the social media platforms, and in a glimpse the video was all over the internet. It showed Cat’s accident and how soaked she was when she came out of the elevator and it quickly became a trending video all around the world. - - - - - “Holy shit! Who’s the bastard who filmed this! Annie was right I should have went to the freaking bathroom!” Cat said angrily as she threw her phone on her living room couch after watching the trendy video. Cat became famous in just a single day.. well, infamous in a matter of fact. Millions had watched her embarrassing accident. It must have felt so humiliating.
  20. Just home from work, going to try and hold as long as possible. Only a 4/10 just now
  21. Fellow enthusiasts, I’m going out on a limb here to see what video (from a guy) you’re most interested in seeing. I plan to upload it here for fun. I’m down for just about anything, whether it be upside down pissing or just wetting jeans. The more creative the better, post your ideas below!
  22. View File light brown office pants desperate wetting Hi ^.^ I think this is the first time i upload a video, sorry for the weird audio, i used a cup to hold my phone, without keeping in mind that the mic was under the phone. Also if you see me checking the camera multiple times, i was worried about getting low on memory. Next time i'll remember how much time my phone can record and find a better way to hold my phone up, but over all i'm satisfied with how much i held it, is what i like the most; having a natural accident. I peed a bit more after the cut, so i hope to hold it even more next time, and leak at least twice before giving up. Submitter MsApril Submitted 05/18/2022 Category Female  
  23. I haven´t had the time to write much on here lately. I miss it. I thought at least I´d share a quick report from the past weekend. After working like crazy I handed in a job Thursday afternoon, decided to relax for the rest of the day, and start building the excitement for a whole weekend with my partner S. What better way to do this than to put on my favourite light grey wetting jeans, and go out for a walk? Nothing big, I thought. Just a few spurts that could be covered by my hoodie around the waist. I wasn´t very desperate either, and managed to do a climby off-track route without any bladder failures. Then I was on a more familiar path and stopped. I relaxed for just a second and let out a little spurt, and it took me by surprise how it felt like it shut almost all the way down my left leg. I thought first that it couldn´t be that bad, but then I looked down. Oh shit. There was a very obvious dark patch down to my knee. Probably because I didn´t wear the jeans so tight up my crotch, so all the pee just went down instead of wetting the crotch. As nice as it looked, it still wasn´t something I wanted my neighbours to see, and I knew it wouldn´t be covered by the arms of my hoodie, so I got a little nervous. I had a look around, took a picture, and then I quickly wrapped the hoodie around my left hip so that it covered the patch. It might have looked a bit silly to wear it like that, but it worked fine. Just as I started walking again I met a dog walker. I made sure the hoodie was in place and said hi. Her whole focus was on her dog though, so even with fully soaked pants I would probably have gotten away with it. I didn´t dare to wet anything more during the walk, but at home, in front of the mirror, I slowly finished what I started. Amazed as always about how much those jeans can hold. Only one little drop of pee landed on the towel under my feet. S arrived in the evening, and the next day we woke up to a bright sunny day with special plans ahead of us. A desperate 2,5 hour walk into town where I would most likely be in need of a swim in the cold lake and a change of clothes before having a nice dinner somewhere. For bladder health reasons I don´t do extreme holds often, so I save it for special occasions, and today there would be no holding back of the holding back. I was so happy to have S joining me in this even if I would be the only desperate one. I made sure I had a lot to drink during breakfast and then chugged half a liter before we headed out. Already in the beginning of the walk I felt like I had to concentrate a bit not to leak in the steep downhill, but no severe desperation yet, and it was actually nice to enjoy the first part of the walk relaxed, chatting with my boyfriend, looking at all the nice views of the great countryside that I see every day and still not get used to. At the same time I remembered the last time I took exactly this route last autumn (see my story “Smile and say hello”), and it was like every leak I had then was now printed in my memory. I lasted longer this time. One hour in and I was still completely dry. But then I stumbled, and… I didn´t make it. The first leak. A little later a downhill climb made my underwear damp again. But true desperation? Nope. I was now starting to get a bit impatient, and drank more of the bottle of water I had with me. After a while the desperation had reached the level when it started to physically turn me on, and we had some great kissing, but I still didn´t have any urges or bladder spasms. The one liter bottle of water was empty, there had been one hour since my first leak, and even if a few more leaks had sipped out since then, still nothing went through the jeans, and I had no problems standing still. Soon I saw the glistening lake behind the trees. We were almost in town, and I was now actually disappointed with my bladder, and wished it had been a little bit weaker. There was just one solution to this – prolong the walk, and go all the way around the lake instead of straight to town. This was a busy track though, a highway of joggers, strollers and mountain bike riders so we´d have to compose ourselves. No crazy making out fetish flow style with hands all over each other, just romantic kisses and holding hands. Easier said than done, but I think we did ok. But as the desperation grew, so did my arousal. Walking over some hills and a bridge on the south end of the lake I could feel myself slowly starting to overflow. There was a heavenly warmth in my underwear with every third step. Then back in control again for a while, but not for long. I kept leaking, tiny amounts at a time. The crotch of my jeans now wet, but not very visible. With my mind fully focused on holding my pee in, I started to be confused about which track to choose. We stopped to kiss again, and now it was really hard to just stand still. The fight against the urge to pee, the small and sweet failure I felt sipping into my jeans, and my boyfriend’s arms around me made me have a semi-orgasm, and I was breathing hard, then quickly bringing myself back on track, as there would always be people nearby. The feeling of wetness was significant and I asked S how my backside looked. “Do you really wanna know?”, he said. “Ok, time for something around the waist then?” I said, and he agreed that it was a good idea. We stopped a few more times, the urges and the sensitivity for any kind of touch was getting stronger, the leaks bigger. I was starting to lose it. We were also close to town, now about to pass by the last beach before the shopping mall. We stopped there. I still wanted to prolong this desperate adventure and all it´s pleasures, so I looked over to the other side of the lake, wondering if we could keep on walking to reach the beach on the opposite side, so that I could have my swim there instead. But just as I tried to see if the bridge was still there, big spurts of pee shut out into my pants, spreading heat down my thighs, and trickling all way down to my feet. I helplessly felt the spurts repeat themselves a couple of times before I regained control. This was it. My accident was now obvious, nothing I could get away with among people, and it would soon start pouring into my shoes. Now was the perfect time to give up. I let S take some photos before I sat down in the grass. People were passing by behind us, but nobody else were on the beach. A few ducks were the only ones laughing at me as I sat there and emptied my whole bladder into my jeans. My ass got warm, and a lake formed between my legs and sinked into the ground, before I refilled the river again and again, as I never seemed to stop peeing. And then I was finally done. I crawled out of my wet pants, and cleaned myself up in icy cold lake water, before putting on nice dry clothes, feeling as good as new. I felt relaxed, but also a bit high, like after strenuous exercise. In a way I guess it is. And I felt something more – hunger! We headed into town for dinner and shopping. And I kept my light blue jeans dry by actually going to the bathroom like ordinary people. Saturday was a rainy day. We´d stay indoors. We had some work to do together, to write stuff for a community building website. S insisted that would require some dressing up (did I mention he has a suit fetish?) so we checked the wardrobe. Me and S are such a match in so many ways, but one of them is that we have almost the same size and can borrow each other’s clothes. So who´s grey pants are these? It didn´t matter, I tried them on and found they were fitting perfect, they just wouldn´t have room for me to eat anything. No room for a desperate bladder either. But I had already decided I wouldn´t let myself become desperate today. As soon as S had dressed me up in a matching shirt, a tie, a west and a suit, and we´d both admired the sight in the mirror, I started deliberately dribbling a bit into my underwear. S was changing out of his expensive tweed suit into something just a bit cheaper (and most important, machine washable pants). I peed enough to feel my panties overflow and a little river running down the inside of my leg. There was a tiny dark spot on my knee, but S didn´t notice as he took some photos of me. When he touched my crotch a little later he did though. “You already started to pee yourself? “I told you there´s no room for a bladder in these pants, what was I supposed to do?” I said, “and by the way, what do you mean “already”? Did you really expect me to pee myself?” “I know you”, he smiled. After some snuggling that almost got out of hand we shaped up and sat down by the computer. I chose the hard surface chair with no cushion, S would be the secretary by the computer. It had been a while since I had a chair wetting, and I realised I had missed it when I started to let out a little pee on every small urge, still reasonably capable of concentrating on the task too. Suit pants often seem to be a bit pee resistant. I could see nothing on the chair, but there was a warm lake in my pants that I could feel when I moved around on the chair. After a longer spurt though, the low sound of a rhythmic tapping could be heard. S heard it too, after a while. “Something´s dripping… Hey boss, haven´t you totally wet yourself?”he said. “That´s your fault, you´re typing too slowly”, I said, “And put that dick back inside your pants now and keep working!” Believe it or not, we finished the text eventually. “Alright then”, said S, “We´ll copy/paste all of this and send to the others for feedback and then…” The sound of my pee suddenly splashing down under my chair interrupted him, and he started laughing. “…ehm… Oh yeah, that sounds great…” I said, all consumed by the bliss of now forcefully peeing my pants on the chair, creating a puddle at my feet. Awesome. Alright, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this was how far I got writing this story a couple of months ago, before another stressful deadline prevented me from focusing on anything else but work. Honestly I don´t really remember the rest of the evening, and I just wanna get this posted so I´ll leave it to your imagination. But I´m pretty sure it involved some floor clean-up, S wetting his pants for me in the shower while I stared at him, and lots of masturbation and laundry. Standard activites.
  24. Back with another story for you guys. This one will also be in parts, so keep an eye out in the coming days. As always, enjoy! Tampa to New York Part 1 I’ve never been a fan of air travel. But then again, who is? Spending hours cramped together in a compartment full of people is hardly anyone’s idea of fun. I had no reason to believe that today would be any different, so as I made my way through the airport towards the gate to board my flight, I was bracing myself for the miserable few hours ahead. But little did I know of the exciting events that were about to unfold on this journey. I was on my way back to New York from Tampa, where I had arrived four days prior to attend a business conference which had stretched across the past few days. The conference itself had been nothing of note, consisting merely of countless boring meetings and many pointless meet-and-greets with people I would likely never see again. But as one of the regional managers of the New York branch, I, Amy Winston, had to make a good impression, so for the past four days, I had smiled and shook hands, talked and rubbed elbows. Today had been the final day, with a few group activities sprinkled in the morning along with one final meeting with everyone which had started at noon. It was only supposed to last one hour, which would’ve given me plenty of time to head over to the airport for my 3PM flight back to New York. But of course, the non-stop speeches from all the company executives had dragged the meeting well past its scheduled end point, and it was two hours past noon by the time we were set free at last. Left with only one hour to catch my flight, I’d had to rush back to my hotel to gather my things before hurrying back out to catch a cab to the Tampa International Airport. I was already stressed enough at the possibility of missing my plane, but to make things even worse, I was dying to use the toilet. Due to the hectic event-filled schedule, I’d had no opportunity to excuse myself to the ladies’ room, and with all the copious amounts of coffee and tea I had consumed, my bladder was full to bursting as I made my way to the airport. Finding a bathroom became my highest priority as I sat anxiously in the back seat of the taxi, squirming within the confines of my black business suit and tight skirt. When I finally arrived at the airport, I looked around for any sign of the restrooms, but none were to be found anywhere near the entrance. With just twenty minutes left to get to my flight, I realized I’d have no time to go looking for one, so I gritted my teeth as I hurried to get checked in and drop off my luggage. Of course, the check-in line was longer than ever, and the employees were taking their sweet time with each person. I waited impatiently, getting increasingly nervous as the clock ticked on closer to my flight departure time. My full bladder wasn’t making the wait any easier. It was impossible to stand still as the security agents patted me down. Somehow, I made it without making a total fool of myself, and I was finally free to hurry off towards my gate, and just in time, too; the plane was due to leave in ten minutes. It seemed there would be just enough time to use the airport restroom before boarding. I walked quickly down the corridor towards my gate, eager to get to a toilet so that I could finally relieve the pressure that I’d been enduring for the past few hours. Once I got close, I saw that boarding had begun; a long line stretched out past the gate as people slowly made their way onto the plane. Given the size of the crowd, I would have plenty of time to use the bathroom and come back. Even better, it took me no time at all to spot the restrooms located just twenty feet away to my right. I strode towards the ladies’ room, still walking quickly because my bladder was now painfully full, and I didn’t want to endure it any longer. My happiness of finding a bathroom were very short lived, however. I approached the bathroom, only to find out it had been closed for cleaning. I even pushed on the door out of a faint hope it might be unlocked, but was met with stubborn resistance, much to my frustration. I glared at the “Sorry for the inconvenience” scribbled on the note taped to the door, not feeling particularly forgiving. Of all the times, of course they had to clean it now. There were no other bathrooms nearby, and with the line to the plane starting to wind down, I didn’t want to risk walking too far off to look for one. With no other choice, I headed back to the gate where I joined the back of the line, gritting my teeth as I tried not to dance in place out of desperation. God, I had to pee. I’d just have to hold on until I got on the plane.
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