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  1. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  2. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  3. View File SL-202 OL’s Crazy pissing in emergency situations Submitter bot23243423 Submitted 07/03/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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    Ever wonder what those female urinals from Bayside Fixtures actually look like? One commissioner did --- and with the added twist that these two ladies were way too desperate to figure out how to use them correctly... Maybe Bayside could come up with a clearer design, too! XD
  6. It was 9AM, and Lindsay had somewhere to be. Unfortunately for her, she was still in bed. The alarm clock trilled, and a startled Lindsay smacked the snooze button as if a lion at its prey. She fell back asleep, but it wasn't long before the alarm woke her back up. SNOOZE Another five minutes passed by, and Lindsay stopped the alarm for a third time. When it rang a fourth time, Lindsay decided to take the hint and slowly opened her eyes. She lied in bed, groggy and at least half-asleep, listening to the alarm blare. After becoming annoyed enough to heed its call, she sat up in bed and checked her phone. It was this that reminded her why she had set the alarm. Reminder: Interview at 10 "Shit!" she shouted as she tossed her phone across the room. She checked the clock and it was now 9:20. Lindsay was running late by nearly half an hour, and to make matters worse, the office was a 20-minute commute. Lindsay quickly shot up out of bed and ran to the shower. "Shit shit shit," she rambled incoherently. She turned the shower head on and quickly jumped in before it had gotten warm. The cold water sent a shock to her system that jolted her straight awake, and she was now in panic mode. After a lazy shampoo and scrubbing, Lindsay dried off and started her hair and makeup. She took a hairdryer and ran it over her medium-length brunette hair, close enough to her scalp to fall under a "Do not do" on the safety tag. After her hair was sufficiently dry, she twisted the back of her hair into a bun and layered some bangs onto the sides of her face. "Good enough," she thought to herself as she quickly brushed her teeth. It was now 9:30, and Lindsay felt confident in her timing. Lindsay took her makeup bag out of the medicine cabinet and applied a quick but elegant look to her olive complexion. She threw her outfit on, which she thoughtfully had laid aside on her nightstand the night before. Lindsay turned to the mirror in her bedroom to check her outfit. On her top she had donned a white blouse with pheasant sleeves and a black mock tie. Below that, a black pencil skirt that rested just an inch above her knees. Finally, on her face were her ever-important glasses. The thick cat-eyed frames served not only to aid her version, but as a fashion statement the curves of the frames rested perfectly on her soft cheeks and nose, but very subtly increased the size of her green eyes. She took a minute to admire herself before snapping a selfie on her phone, which she sent to her friend, Ashley. Lindsay had briefly considered using the restroom, but it was now 9:40 and there was no time to waste. She slipped her black heels on and ran to her car. As she stepped in the car, her phone buzzed. It was a reply from Ashley: "You look GORGEOUS! Good luck! And spill the tea when you get out." Lindsay smiled at her friend's assurance and backed out of the driveway. She secured her phone to her mount and activated the GPS. A robotic voice emerged. "Fifteen minutes to your destination." Lindsay checked the clock and it was 9:45. She was going to make this interview. It's not that she needed a new job. Her current salary was fine, and she got along well enough with her coworkers. The problem was the monotony. Her cubicle meant that she would frequently go days without seeing another person, and the work itself left nothing to be inspired by. Lindsay thrived on variety. She had recently applied as a receptionist for a large banking firm, and she was now on her way to hopefully seal the deal. Lindsay badly wanted this higher-energy and more sociable position and it was within her grasp. And then she got onto the highway. Lindsay was still making decent timing. By 9:51, she had already shaven several minutes off of her estimated time and was mere minutes away. She heard a car honking up ahead. It was as she made her next turn that she realized what the situation was: there was a massive traffic jam. Cars looked to be stationary for miles. Lindsay instantly realized she was not going to make her interview on time and laid her head on her steering wheel. After a long sigh, Lindsay pulled out her phone and called the office. "Hi, this is Lindsay Piper. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going to be late to my interview, the highway is completely blocked right now." The receptionist on the other end of the line was very polite. "We've all been caught up in traffic all morning. I'll let Melinda know. Do you think you could be here at 10:30 or is that pushing it?" Lindsay was relieved. She agreed to meet at 10:30 and sat back up in her seat. She used this downtime as an opportunity to text Ashley. "Aaaaaaaash, I was on my way to the interview and got stuck in traffic." "NO WAY! That super sucks. I'm sure you'll make it still!" This time, Ash's words were much less reassuring. Lindsay looked back out her windshield to see all of the cars in all of the lanes in the same positions they started in. She already had to postpone the interview once, and now she was worried that she'd have to push it back a second time. The clock hit 10:05 and she had only moved about four car lengths. It was around this time that she began regretting her decision to not use the restroom before she left. Her bladder was slowly reaching its breaking point, and her stomach wasn't far behind. Lindsay was losing patience, so she decided to turn the radio on as a distraction from both the passing of time and the growing pressure of her desperation. After a few songs had played, Lindsay was making decent progress in the traffic. She was still nervous about her 10:30 deadline, but it certainly wasn't impossible to meet. She was now close enough to the front of the line to see the cause of the traffic: someone had run into the median and tore their fender off. As she surveyed the police investigating the accident, she became increasingly aware of the one she was about to have of her own. It was now 10:20 and Lindsay's leg was bouncing. She had placed her left hand in her crotch, fully aware that it wouldn't actually be a particularly effective maneuver. She let out a loud yell and slammed her horn at no one in particular. "FUCK!" she shouted. As she inched the car forward a few more yards, Lindsay's determined attitude was quickly slipping away. Suddenly, the driver behind her slammed on his horn. The blaring sound startled Lindsay, and the floodgates opened in response. Lindsay sat straight up her seat and gasped. She sighed in defeat as she felt her pee slowly dribble into her panties and soak her skirt. She attempted to stand up to further tighten her legs, but it was no use. As she lifted from the her seat, the stream just continued with more force than before. A warm jet was powering its way through Lindsay's panties and trickling loudly onto her leather seat. She made some exasperated noises in disbelief and closed her eyes. She nearly began to cry as the wetness continued flowing down her legs and pooling into her high heels. But Lindsay was stronger than that. She sat back up and tried to ignore the warm pool that her bikini line was now soaking in. Lindsay may have been deeply ashamed, but most of all, she was determined to make a good first impression. If she didn't act like a grown woman who had just helplessly wet herself on the way to the office, then she still had a chance. Unfortunately for Lindsay, what was about to come was going to be a little more difficult to hide. Lindsay was now just five cars away from her exit. She got her phone back out and texted Ash. "I'm going to make it to this fucking interview." It was a hopeful claim, but still not one that was guaranteed. Just as she regained confidence, however, she was rudely reminded of something else she had been putting off. She threw her head to the back of her seat and screamed into her palms as she felt her tight ass begin to open up. She tried everything in her power to prevent further disaster, but luck was not on her side. Lindsay felt her panties begin to tent out. It was at this point that she resumed her desire to cry. Wetting herself was going to be difficult enough to get away with, but messing? There wasn't a chance. Desperate to relieve herself of the pain, Lindsay leaned forward onto her steering wheel and lifted her butt from the seat. Her skirt dripped more pee into the puddle beneath her as she stood. She closed her eyes and started to do what no 31-year-old woman should ever have to do. She was pooping her pants. Lindsay's panties were crackling loudly from being stretched by her mess. She merely rested her face onto the dashboard in shame. Lindsay was feeling a wave of emotions: the shame in her accident, the determination to make the interview, and the relief from finally freeing herself of this burden. She decided that relief was the most important at the moment, so she began to gently push more of her mess out of herself. While she did this she looked around for other cars to make sure no one was watching the act. Fortunately, it didn't seem like anyone noticed the woman blatantly pooping her panties. The shame sat back in as she continued pushing. Her panties tented out more and more, and she felt disgraceful. She finished pushing as the car in front of the line to move. She didn't care what the state of her attire was, she was about to walk into this office and prove herself. She finished off her accident and shifted her eyes to make sure that there was still no one watching. She carefully pulled her skirt up and surveyed the damage by reaching down to the back of her panties and gauging how large of an accident this had been. While her panties felt much larger than she knew they could handle, her mess was fully contained therein and she sighed in relief. Now came the difficult part: sitting back down. Lindsay wasn't exactly used to her current situation and briefly pondered how to safely sit back down in her driver's seat. There were only two cars ahead of her now, so she had to make a quick decision. She settled for a slow approach - closing her eyes, slowly exhaling, and gently resting on her ass. She had kept the skirt pulled up behind her to avoid further damage. As she resumed her position, she heard her now-heavy panties hit the seat with a wet thud. Lindsay made a face of disgust and paused before going full force. She slowly sat her entire posterior down. Her facial demeanor only got worse as she sat down further. She was looking up at the ceiling and breathing in slowly to keep herself from crying and ruining her makeup, the one thing that went according to plan this morning. Her face contorted in ways it never had before as she slowly came to terms with what she had done. Her mess had now conformed itself into shape of her ass while still staying contained in her once-sexy underwear. Their light blue hue was certainly ruined at this point, and the stretchiness of the lace details were being tested in extreme conditions. The puddle from earlier had long gone cold, and at this point Lindsay almost appreciated the warmth of her mess. Lindsay was finally up next to exit. She was waved ahead and immediately turned down the street to her right. She was now one block away from this interview, and panties be damned, she was going to make it. She nearly ran a red light as she sped further down the street to her future office. She parallel parked on the street and made sure no one was around before stepping outside. The clock read 10:29. Perfect timing. After confirming that the coast was clear, Lindsay stepped out of the car and slowly rolled her skirt back down. She patted it down for wrinkles and looked in the side mirror to check for any obvious bulges. It looked like sitting down had some advantages, as any indicator to her mess was negligible. The back of her skirt was very wet, but given that it was black, you would have to really look to notice anything off. She sprayed herself with copious amounts of the spare perfume she kept in her car, and started walking ahead to the door. Walking, as it turned out, was harder than she had imagined. It was more of a waddle that she performed as she slowly plodded forward, feeling her dirty panties cling to her rear every step of the way. She felt disgusting and looked like she didn't know how to walk in heels. She stepped off to the side of the door, took a deep breath, and regained her professional appearance. Lindsay walked into the foyer and just past the receptionist as she made her way to the bathroom. Then, she was stopped dead in her tracks. "Lindsay?" the woman behind the desk asked. "I'll page Melinda and get her right out here." Lindsay's face turned to dread as she realized she would not be able to clean up before the most important interview she's ever had. Melinda had stepped out of a door down the hallway to reveal herself. "Hi! You must be Lindsay!" she joyously welcomed. Lindsay was taken aback by her interviewer's energy. "Uh, sure am!" she replied. Melinda reached her arm out for a handshake and Lindsay accepted. "Glad you could make it. Let's get back to my office and we can conduct the interview." "Sounds great!" Lindsay responded. Lindsay was no longer thinking about what had happened on the way here. She was no longer noticing the sagging of her full panties. She was in career mode, and she responded thusly. She followed Melinda with a confident stroll and entered her office. As she walked past the receptionist, Lindsay heard her take a light sniff of the air. Lindsay wasn't bothered, because she knew she was taking the woman's job soon. "Have a seat!" Melinda offered. "Of course, thank you." Lindsay didn't hesitate to sit down on the office chair placed in front of her. She had observed herself after sitting in her car and looked just fine, so now she was sure that it wouldn't ruin the furniture. Lindsay made grimaced slightly as she sat back down in her mess. Fortunately, it seemed the perfume had been successful, as Melinda didn't appear to notice a thing. She began asking Lindsay basic interview questions, such as previous customer experiences and skill sets. Twenty minutes later, the interview continued on and Lindsay and Melinda built a good rapport. Each of them were laughing at her responses and Melinda seemed impressed with her resume. Unfortunately, the comfort of her seating situation was fading. Lindsay felt her panties turn cold and clammy as she pretended not to be affected. She also could tell that the perfume was wearing off, and Melinda seemed to take silent notice. "Alright, Lindsay, last question."Lindsay perked back up and sat at full attention. Melinda continued. "Can you give an example of a time when you had to act professionally in a very unprofessional situation?" Lindsay's mind went blank. She couldn't think of any appropriate scenarios. Losing patience with her messy predicament and desperately wanting to leave, she threw a Hail Mary. "One time, I pissed and shit myself on the way to a job interview. I walked right in and got through the entire interview. No one knew." Lindsay smiled while questioning in the back of her head why she felt the need to make that confession. Melinda sat wide-eyed and shocked. Lindsay wasn't sure if it was the vulgarity or the content that made her uncomfortable. "Probably both," she decided internally. After a moment of silence that seemed to last three minutes, Melinda gently began to speak up. "So, uh... did you get the job?" Melinda sat up in her chair with all the confidence she has ever mustered. "Well," she started. "I guess I'll see when you call me back." She crossed her legs, put her hands in her lap, and stared with a blank smile at Melinda. She studied Melinda's face as she slowly came to terms with what her interviewee had just said. It slowly turned into a light laugh. Lindsay didn't know whether to be ashamed or relieved. "I just won't write that one down on your report," Melinda responded through fits of laughter. "I think that's a good place to end the interview!" Lindsay smiled and stood up. She noticed that the seat was wet from her skirt. She and Melinda once again shook hands before being dismissed. Melinda walked Lindsay out, being sure to stay behind her. Before Lindsay stepped out the door, Melinda whispered into her ear. "Now go get yourself cleaned up." She had no idea how badly Lindsay needed it. "I like her," Melinda admitted as Lindsay got into her car. The receptionist looked at her in shock. "You realize she shit her pants, right?" Lindsay got into her car and had no emotions left but humor. She broke into a fit of laughter as she realized the sheer inanity of the situation she had been put in. She managed to win over an interviewer after making a complete mess out of herself with her accident. If that wasn't enough to prove her dedication, she didn't know what would be.
  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
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    I aimed at a cute, a beautiful girl and I mixed her a powerful diuretic. The urge to urinate suddenly attacked her in the casual daily life at school or at work. She rushed into the toilet in a hurry and released a large amount of urine! Then she returned to class or work and took a breath of relief. The girl who had entered an occupied toilet with a person in it starts to panic and would urinate in a place that can not be thought of in common sense. A school girl who urinates in a trash box when the interviewer leaves the seat during a part-time job interview, a neat female college student who leaks while receiving a massage, sales OL who fills the car with a smell of her urine during the ride ect. Please enjoy the explosive urination of the girls!
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  9. View File SL-481 Peeing desperation during interview and pleasant relief on the toilet New graduate female college students and women in their 20s, who want to hire mid-career, who came to interviews at restaurants, cosmetics makers, travel agencies, etc. I should have finished the toilet well before the start, but the tension of the interview and the urge to urinate suddenly with the air conditioner in the room and the cold drink served. Her face keeps smiling, but under the desk she twists her lower body and waits for the interview to end. However, the enthusiasm for working prolongs the interview. Eventually, I couldn’t even keep a smile… A rugged expression… If I continued, I would leak… The moment I left the venue after the interview with the maximum urination, I rushed to the toilet with a dash! The pants and pantyhose were taken down together, and with a relieved expression, a tremendous burst of urination!!! The camera caught the pee that kept coming out forever! Submitter bot23243423 Submitted 06/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  10. View File EE-508 Schoolgirls and Office Lady drink diuretic and pee in various place I aimed at a cute, a beautiful girl and I mixed her a powerful diuretic. The urge to urinate suddenly attacked her in the casual daily life at school or at work. She rushed into the toilet in a hurry and released a large amount of urine! Then she returned to class or work and took a breath of relief. The girl who had entered an occupied toilet with a person in it starts to panic and would urinate in a place that can not be thought of in common sense. A school girl who urinates in a trash box when the interviewer leaves the seat during a part-time job interview, a neat female college student who leaks while receiving a massage, sales OL who fills the car with a smell of her urine during the ride ect. Please enjoy the explosive urination of the girls! Submitter bot23243423 Submitted 06/27/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  11. Today at work we were evaluating the work being done at some sites, all of which were in the middle of nowhere so there was a lot of driving involved. I am in a summer co-op with a guy named Ryan, who was actually in my class last year although I didn’t recognize him. He’s got a pretty thick muscly build and around 5’10’’ with brunet hair and blue eyes just so you have somewhat of a visual. Anyways we had a fabulous day, not much stressful work to do just some fun site visits and checkups of equipment. I was sitting in the passenger writing a paper I was working on most of the day while Ryan drove us around. Around 1pm on our way to the last site we stopped off at a pizza shop to grab some food. As we were paying Ryan asked for the bathroom. The teenager working the cash grunted an “ummm..” and looked behind him at this older fellow who I quote saying “Sorry son we don’t got washrooms for guests.” I think its crazy when that happens, like really guys !? You couldn’t just have the bathroom out here with us? Maybe it was a converted building or something but the bathroom was indeed behind the counter I guess. Ryan follow buy laughing with an “Aww shoot.” We got back in the car and continued on our way. I didn’t comment or think much on the experience, it is a pretty normal occurrence at our workplace and I had to go to the bathroom too, but we are all professional about it. The last site we went to was under construction, which is one of the reasons we had to be there. There was no bathroom of course… figures. We stayed for about 2 hours taking pictures of the work being done and checking out the equipment to make sure it wasn’t in need of repair. Ryan and I were both trying our best to instruct the excavation team on what needed to be done but neither of us knew what we were doing really. The pee holding sensation was pretty on and off and I was distracted by all the work, so I didn’t think much about it until I noticed Ryan acting a little strange. He was holding back from discussions with the other workers unless absolutely necessary and seemed rather uncomfortable and nervous. I finally put two and two together and realized he probably had to use the bathroom pretty bad, but there really wasn’t anywhere private to go. I think the other guys were going behind the shed but it was pretty obvious when one of them did it so he must have been trying to hold back. The more I thought about it the more I started fantasizing which was absolutely the wrong thing to do at the workplace. Around 3:30 we packed up and got ready to go. We hopped in the pickup truck and Ryan asked me if there were any stores nearby. I said “Umm.. I don’t know, I’ll check…. Oh there is a corner store! Oh shoot but it’s closed on Mondays haha! I have some water and some pizza left if you want?” I decided to play dumb for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking if he needed to use the bathroom I guess, but I also don’t think most people would have recognized what was going on and I didn’t want to seem weird. We started driving down the road and the conversations were very light, which was odd since Ryan a super talkative guy always trying to tell me about random stuff. We were going along the highway about 15 minutes in to our hour-long drive back to base when he casually brought up the pizza place. Something like: “It’s so awesome that we got pizza today. Kinda weird that they didn’t have a bathroom though, I really need to go.. Do you need to use the bathroom?” I laughed and said “Yeah I know right that wasn’t very thoughtful of them! I do have to go to the bathroom.” Then he said “I could pull into a gas station if you want?” I responded lightly “Oh I’m good thanks though. I don’t have to go THAT badly to use a creepy old gas station haha!” He fell silent and I immediately knew that I had screwed up and done something bad. It wasn’t intentional and I legitimately didn’t want him to be uncomfortable but I did secretly want to see how this would play out. A little while later I noticed that he was shifting around in his seat clearly agitated by his bladder. I offered to drive which he initially said no to but 5 minutes later took me up on. I put down my laptop and jumped in the drivers seat of the truck while he walked around to the passengers’. As soon as he got in he started fighting around and opening and closing his legs. I couldn’t believe I was actually experiencing this! But I also felt bad because I knew I was partly responsible. I also had to pee somewhat urgently which was just turning me on more (again not cool haha but it’s hard to control what you think). I was watching the road mostly and might be making this up but I though I saw a dark spot in his work off on his left thigh not on center (is that what guys look like when they dribble?). We got back to the city and as soon as I parked he asked me if I needed any help unloading. I responded “no it’s fine I got it! you go do you.” Without looking me in the eye he said “Sounds good!” and scurried off towards the building. I never saw Ryan after that before going home. I didn't get a chance to check the front of his pants either but he might have specifically been not showing me. In hindsight I think he was pretty embarrassed that he couldn’t maintain his strong male figure around others, or perhaps around me. Even when he really had to pee he didn’t want to go in a bad spot as he knew I among others would see him go. Overall it was a pretty sexy experience for me and I though I’d share it haha. I am also looking for feedback about what you all think the right thing to do here was? I definitely could have been a better friend if I put my mind to it. Things like this rarely happen to me so I’m excited that I actually have something to share from today even if it’s not the best story. I am going back to the sites tomorrow for a bit so we will see what happens or if he comments on the event. Thanks for reading!
  12. Hi im new here! I had this story on my head for quite a while now but i only got the confidence to post this today so I hope you enjoy! This is part 1 of a 6 part story about a 25 year old woman named "Lucy" and how she is about to meet someone very interesting. The overall plot is already finished however based on user feedback I can add in certain details upon request. Chapter 1: "The Lift" "Can today get any worse?!" Lucy thought as she spilt coffee on herself. She overslept and was running late for work and she only started her job last week! What would her boss think? She quickly got herself dressed into her work attire, a smart business suit and got in her car. 15 minutes pass and she arrives at her work 6 minutes late, she worked at a large 32 floor office building as an accountant and although it was not her first choice for a job, she was happy enough with her pay to keep going. She got into the lift and rode it to floor 29 where her desk was. She had just sat down to clock in when she heard a familiar voice, "What time do you call this Miss Sullivan?" It was her boss Mrs Cartwright, she's a pretty scary boss but nothing Lucy couldn't handle. "I'm so sorry Mrs Cartwright I was caught in traffic this morning" "Make sure it never happens again young lady" Her boss left with a stern look on her face. Lucy started to work at her desk, it was the middle of summer and Lucy was struggling with the heat. She brought a large flask of water with her that she refilled throughout the day to keep her hydrated. When break time came she had lunch but didn't use the bathroom, she wasn't a fan of using public bathrooms and decided to wait until she got home to urinate, a task she is usually able to do with ease. During her shift a man came over to her. "Hey you must be Lucy?" Lucy had never seen this man before but considering the way he was dressed she assumed he must've been some higher up in the company. "Yes that's me" She replied "My name is Chris I'm the Assistant Manager of the company, I heard you're our new accountant?" "Yes" she replied "I started last week" "How are you finding it so far" "It's great!" she replied "Well catch you later Lucy and if you have any questions come find me OK?" "Sure thing!" she responded. The manager walked away and Lucy continued working on her own, the breeze of the desk fan keeping her cool. "Damn I really shouldn't have drank so much water" Lucy thought to herself, her bladder was starting to fill and she began fidgeting in her seat. However she was confident that she would make it home in time. The clock reached 5PM, home time. Lucy packed her things and said goodbye to her colleagues as she left. She entered the lift and pressed the button to go down to the ground floor. "Thank god the lift is empty" she thought "I can hold myself in peace" "I can't wait to use the restroom" Her train of thought was interrupted by the lift stopping at floor 24. Lucy quickly adjusted her posture and the doors opened "Oh hello again" it was Chris. "Oh hi" responded Lucy faintly. Chris got in the elevator and it started to move. "Can't believe how hot it is today, have you been drinking plenty of water?" asked Chris innocently. "Oh definitely!" she replied. "I was thinking of going to the beach today its so nice" said Chris. Lucy didn't really pay attention to what he was saying, her bladder was all she could think of. "So do you have any plans for-" Chris was cut off by the sound of screeching metal. The elevator was stuck "What the hell?" said Chris. Lucy panicked, one because she was claustrophobic but mainly because she was stuck in a lift, with a handsome young man and desperately needed to pee. "Stay calm I'm gonna call the attendant" Chris pressed the alarm button and got through to maintenance. "Hello we're stuck in the lift!" Chris explained. "You're joking?! He replied. "OK fine we'll wait" he hung up the call. "So do you want the good news or the bad news?" He asked Lucy. "What's the good news" replied Lucy. "The good news is that maintenance is on the way, the bad news is that it's gonna take about an hour." Lucy erupted "AN HOUR?" "What's the hold up?" "Apparently he's on break" responded Chris. Lucy couldn't believe what she heard, at this point her bladder was screaming for release. She began to turn pale. "Are you OK"? Chris asked. "I'm just afraid of tight spaces that's all" She said reluctant to tell him the truth. "Yeah me too" he replied "Guess we'll just have to wait huh" 20 minutes pass and Lucy sits down in the corner. Her bladder muscles straining to keep the pee inside. "You can do this Lucy" she thought to herself but she knew she was in trouble. She secretly grabbed her crotch while Chris wasn't looking. She started doing breathing exercises to help her relax, but this worked a little too well. "Ahh!" She gasped as a tiny burst of pee splashed into her panties. "Are you sure you OK?" Chris asked, hearing her yelp. "Y-yes I'm fine" she replied as she stood up straight. Chris had put two and two together. "Lucy if you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you used the bathroom"? Lucy said nothing as her face went bright red. "You need to pee don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" she whispered softly. "It's gonna be OK" Chris replied "We'll be free soon" "Just 15 minutes" Lucy thought to herself, 15 minutes until she could leave the lift and unleash a powerful warm stream of urine into the toilet bowl. The thought alone almost sent her over the edge as another few drops escaped. "I don't think I can hold it much longer" she admitted. Chris was sympathetic but he didn't know what to say. At this point Lucy wasn't even trying to hide her urgency anymore she bent down and tightly grabbed her crotch with both hands in full view of Chris. "Do you perhaps have something to pee in?" Chris asked. "I-I can't hold it anymore!" Chris frantically searched through his bag to find something she could relieve herself in but it was too late. "Oh god no!" Lucy shrieked as she started wetting herself right in front of Chris. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed as warm pee ran through her legs and splashed on the floor. "It's OK honestly" replied Chris "It's best to just let it all out" Lucy couldn't bare to watch as her pee stream got stronger and her pee puddle expanded larger on the floor. When she finished her face was bright red. "It's not your fault" said Chris "Accidents happen all the time!" "I promise I won't tell anyone" Lucy looked up at him and gently smiled "Thank you but what am I gonna do now I'm soaked!" Their dialogue was interrupted by someone outside "Hey are you guys OK? We're gonna open the doors now!" Lucy panicked but Chris managed to calm her down "I have an idea OK?" Chris took off his suit jacket and gave it to Lucy. "Put this around your waist and when the doors open we'll run as fast as we can OK?" Lucy agreed and tied his jacket around her waist. As the doors finally opened the two of them ran together out of the building as fast as they could stopping for nothing. "OK we're in the clear! Chris said. "You gonna be alright"? "I think so" she replied "Keep the jacket and have a safe journey home and we can pretend all this never happened OK?" "Thank you so much" Lucy replied, and with that she headed to her car and drove home. Thanks to Chris she avoided an embarrassing accident from getting worse and she got a new jacket that she assumed Chris wouldn't want back. As she arrived home she got undressed, had a shower and sat on the sofa thinking about what happened. "I bet that guy thinks I'm a total freak for wetting myself" she pondered. But as she was lying there on the sofa she thought about how nice he treated a total stranger, and how attractive he was. Lucy had dated other men in the past but nothing long term. "I hope I see him again" she thought as she threw his ruined jacket on the floor and went to bed. The next morning Lucy went to wash Chris's jacket when she noticed a piece of paper hanging out from the jacket pocket. Curious she opened it. It was nothing special, just a list of clients but she noticed it had Chris' mobile phone number written inside. Lucy pondered for a moment weighing all her options and finally said "Screw it!" She took a chance and dialled the number. She started getting butterflies in her chest, she had never been the one to ask someone out before but she was feeling confident today. Lucy felt her heartbeat raise with every ring until finally, someone picked up the phone.
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    New graduate female college students and women in their 20s, who want to hire mid-career, who came to interviews at restaurants, cosmetics makers, travel agencies, etc. I should have finished the toilet well before the start, but the tension of the interview and the urge to urinate suddenly with the air conditioner in the room and the cold drink served. Her face keeps smiling, but under the desk she twists her lower body and waits for the interview to end. However, the enthusiasm for working prolongs the interview. Eventually, I couldn’t even keep a smile… A rugged expression… If I continued, I would leak… The moment I left the venue after the interview with the maximum urination, I rushed to the toilet with a dash! The pants and pantyhose were taken down together, and with a relieved expression, a tremendous burst of urination!!! The camera caught the pee that kept coming out forever!
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  16. OK, let me be clear, it is wrong to make fun of other people's illnesses, I understand that perfectly clear. I'm just saying, as someone who loves seeing people desperate to pee, trying their best to hold it in, but failing at the last second, I'm just wondering, where are all the discussions about overactive bladder and people sharing their personal stories of urge incontinence?!?? I mean, outside of this site, or even on this site, there's hardly any of it! There's so much material, for example, this is one very interesting medical term related to urge incontinence: https://www.weirduniverse.net/blog/comments/vincents_curtsy This one doctor in the 60s coined this term, imaging how many patients were asked to hold it for as long as possible, while he/she carefully documented the patients' movements, postures and maybe facial expressions. Damn, I would very much like to be that doctor. Well, the original paper is on daytime wetting of children, I'm only talking about adults, please don't sexualize children. I would only examine adults, just observe and do nothing else. Where are all the blog posts or diaries or YouTube videos where people share their frustration with their conditions? Where are all the social media posts where people with urge incontinence complain about the lack of toilets or how they lost control in the toilet queue? I can't be the only one seeking this kind of material, yes? Also sorry for my bad English it's not my native language.
  17. Lucas and Anna just finished attending his work party event. Anna eyes Lucas at the table, the king of popularity, the entire time, watching him down drink of all kinds while talking to various people. She can’t help but notice as he started shaking his legs up and down a little. Anna stays quiet and talks to another woman at the table, not wanting to embarrass her sweet boyfriend by asking him if he needs the restroom. After another hour she peeps under the table, slightly, to look at him. He is squeezing himself slightly, still engaged in now in important conversation with his boss, unable to get up and leave. Anna can’t help but feel herself get warm at his desperation. Little did she know, he is around 80% full. As another hour passes, the party winds down and Lucas takes a quick look at Anna asking if she wants to go. Anna nods and the couple says goodbye as they stand up and walk toward the elevator. ”Wait, baby are you sure you don’t want to stop at a bathroom before we go?” Anna asks as her boyfriend shuffles back and forth, unable to keep still at the elevator. ”No I’m ok. The bathrooms here are dirty and Ella is home. Let’s just get home fast” he says, wanting so bad to grab himself through his pants like a child. Finally the elevator opens and the young couple step inside. Once the doors closed, Lucas crosses his legs trying to hide that his bladder was at a now 85% capacity. Suddenly the couple felt a jolt. Lucas feels himself lose a spurt. “Oh no no” he gasps, reluctantly grabbing himself through his business trousers. He looks at Anna who seems to be trying the now un lit buttons. “It’s stuck” Anna said looking with worry to her struggling boyfriend. She then presses the call button. Lucas, unable to concentrate on anything other than his stretching bladder, doesn’t notice the conversation between Anna and the attendant. “Baby?” Lucas’ head snapped up. He crosses his legs not caring of the humiliation in front of the love of his life. He is at a 90% and did not want to have an accident, especially with his work friends probably still around. “Lucas this isn’t good for you to hold. It looks like we will be in here for about an hour or so…” ”Anna” Lucas’ breathing stops as he feels another leak. He squeezes through his pants tighter. “Anna I’m so sorry” he says shamefully. Anna can not help but start to get aroused at the sight of her vulnerable boyfriend. She now knows how it feels being on the other end. She bites her lip slightly as she feels her panties starting to soak. “It’s ok babe. But, why don’t you just… go” ”Anna I can’t, not with people watching me and looking up to me. I need to be dry and I need the elevator dry” he rushes his words to out the focus back on his bladder. Anna thinks for a little and gets on her knees in front of her shaking boyfriend. She slowly undoes his belt buckles and his button. ”Anna, no not now… I will pee on you” Lucas feels another spurt come out and he knows he is at his end. His 98% full bladder was not happy with him. He reaches into his now undone pants and briefs and grabs his naked tip. “Lucas… I can drink it…” Anna says very quietly and shyly. She didn’t want her boyfriend to humiliate himself in front of his work friends. She’s never done this before but has watched it, especially after the incident in the car. She couldn’t help but imagine her boyfriend licking her wet slit clean. “Anna what? That ridicul-“ Lucas felt the pee coming through his tip and tears of pain started to pool in his eyes. “I have to go so bad. I can’t hold it. Please Anna move” Anna, with lust in her eyes, yanked her boyfriends pants and briefs down as he finally starts losing control at the motions. “Oh shit oh.. ah no” Lucas panicks. Pee sprays Anna in the face as she quickly put his tip in her mouth. His gushing pee quickly fills her mouth. She swallows the near clear, slight pungent liquid the best she can gagging slightly as Lucas places a hand on her head, steadying himself from collapsing. “Oh my god this feels so good. Oh” his head flies back in relief. He soon feels a tap from Anna. As he looks down, he sees the pee spilling from the sides of her mouth. Feeling terrible, but so grateful, he quickly grabs his slightly hardening shaft to cut the pee stream off as his beautiful girlfriend swallows almost every ounce of his liquid. He winces as the feeling of his bladder warns him he still needs to empty more. Anna looks up into his eyes and opens her mouth showing him she’s finished. Lucas aimed and pee shoots out of him between her lips. “Shiiittt ohh this feels amazing” he moans loudly and uncontrollably. He sees as her mouth is filled up and cut off his stream only after it starts overfilling, unable to stop in time. He moans as he still needs some more release. Anna, so turned on but starting to get full noticeably swallows slower. Lucas’ bladder still aches as his pee starts to seep through his grips. Panicked and unable to think, he unwillingly releases onto his girlfriend in front of him. Pee started to pour unto her surprisingly absorbent dress. Luckily she was able to place her mouth back on his throbbing length and swallow with more ease, as his stream tapers off. Lucas places his right hand on the back on her head gently. Softly sighing as he finished off feeling himself quickly get hard. Anna licks his tip dry causing her boyfriend to sigh louder in not only relief but pleasure. She pulled back from him, still on her knees. He looks down at her both horny and sympathetically. “Baby I’m so sorry.” He says while stroking her hair. “No I wanted to help. And I… really liked it” Lucas now at full staff and frustrated just wants her now. He picks her up and holds her against the elevator door as he slides her wet panties to the side. He wastes no time sliding inside her. Anna yelps a little, not knowing what was going to happen until it was too late. “You are such a good girl” her desperate boyfriend praises her for taking everything. They both moan before hearing a voice from outside and the elevator jolt. Lucas quickly pulls out of his gorgeous girlfriend and sets her on her feet as he tucks himself back in his pants. He notices the slight wetness on the elevator floor and the front of his pants, but it’s nothing like it would have been if not for his personal pee savior. The doors finally open to reveal Lucas’ boss, looking worried. They couple notices the crinkle in his nose, probably from the smell off Anna’s dress. After talking very shortly, Lucas grabs his love’s hand and runs out the door, ready to finish her off at home.
  18. 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".
  19. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – 2 By: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Wendy took a few trial steps around the bedroom while I prepared the diaper lock. "Sure feels strange." she mumbled. Her diapers and plastic pants crackled loudly as she walked. Then she saw the belt in my hands. "Jim, surely we won't need that tonight." "I don't know about that," I said while approaching her, "you might wake up in the middle of the night and be much less cooperative. Besides, it's best to get used to it now. You'll be wearing it a lot this week." I made her turn around and then put the waist portion around her body. After fastening it in the small of her back I reached between her legs and pulled the crotch piece into position. She gasped when I stared to make it tight. "Easy!" she whispered hoarsely, but I ignored her plea and fastened it snug. Those diapers wouldn't be sagging by morning. I watched her walk again. This time there was an expression of distaste on her face. "I don't like it." she pouted, "I'm hot and itchy and the belt is too tight." "Too bad." I said while putting the baby powder away. "You are being punished. Did you expect a picnic?" Wendy pleaded again to be let out of the diapers or at least to have the belt loosened a little, but I wouldn't hear of it. I took her to the den and made sure she had a couple of beers before we went to bed. Just before she got into bed I saw her standing in the doorway with a confused look on her face. She kept glancing down the hall toward the bathroom. "Do I really have to wet these diapers?" she asked in a little girl voice. I nodded and she blushed deep red. When she didn't move from the doorway I just picked up a book and started to read. Time was on my side. She had to be ready to pee and there was no way the belt would permit her to use anything but her diapers. Finally, she began to clutch her crotch and writhe with discomfort. "Don't fight it, honey. There are worse things in the world than wet pants." "These aren't pants, they're diapers, and how would you know anyway." She sounded tense, frustrated, exactly what I wanted. Finally, she gave a little grunt and spread her legs slightly. I heard the muffled rush of her pee hitting the padding of her diapers. She gasped and blushed anew, riveted to the spot by what was happening to her. I enjoyed the look of shock and surprise on her face. "I lost control" she said softly, "I actually lost control" She really seemed dazed by the experience. "An interesting side effect," I commented as she reluctantly got into bed beside me." I turned out the light. It didn't take Wendy five minutes to begin pleading. "Jim, I don't know if this is such a good idea." "What's not a good idea?" "Having me wear diapers." "Why not?" "They're hot and uncomfortable, not like I remember." "So?" "I'm not having any fun." "You had a lot of fun a couple of hours ago." "But..." Since she was beginning to whine, I cut her off. "Look, Wendy, you will be forced to wear and use diapers for the next week as a punishment for spending too much money on yourself. Is that clear?" She nodded. I wondered if she was really upset, but then I noticed that her nipples were erect again. The next morning she woke up before me. I saw her standing in front of the full length mirror examining her strange attire. Her diapers were soaked. I could see through the plastic panties how they had turned dark. A band of blue dye running through the crotch had been activated and spread, signaling that a diaper change was necessary. It was a good thing she was in plastic pants because the Attends had leaked. I made a mental note to use three of them next time and see if the hospital had any cloth diapers. "Did you wet during the night?" I asked, hoping against hope that she had actually wet in her sleep. She turned her head to look back at mean, bashful, blushing and very child-like. She nodded. "Did you do it in your sleep?" Her voice was soft, baby-like "I dreamed about it. I guess it wasn't a dream." She wasn't very happy when I insisted that she make breakfast before I unlocked her diaper belt. She pulled on one of my white tee shirts and its hem settled on the bulge of the diapers around her hips. I watched her waddle off toward the kitchen using the exaggerated gait of a toddler, crinkling and rustling with every step. The diapers peeked out from under the tee shirt, making her look just like a toddler. I wondered if things were going a little too far and considered letting her out of the diapers during the day but as I watched her stir the eggs I noticed that her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard, so much for being lenient. Uncomfortable as she must be she was still turned on! When I finally did ask her to come to the bathroom with me her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Don't get too excited," I cautioned, "you're being changed, not released." As soon as I unlocked the belt she pulled down her diapers and sat on the toilet (making her mess herself wasn't necessarily in the plans - at this point). She glared at me, "Aren't you going to leave?" "Not on your life. You might try to play with yourself." She grimaced and stared at the floor. Once she was in the shower I went to the bedroom and laid out the things she would wear. I really wanted to use two Attends, but I knew that there would be too much of a bulge, so I settled for one diaper and a small stack of the rectangular disposable pads the nurses called "diaper doublers". A fresh pair of plastic panties, her sturdiest garter belt, a pair of seamed stockings and a fresh diaper lock joined the pile on the bed. By the time she stopped in the bedroom door I was ready for her. "Aw, Jim, this isn't going to work." I decided to be firm. "No back-talk, young lady. Get your butt onto that diaper and do as you are told. Things can get worse." She took one look at the serious expression on my face, gave me a curious smile and laid down on the Attends. As soon as she spread her legs I could see the early stages of her arousal. So much for her protests. Despite being aroused Wendy pouted and complained as I powdered her and put the diaper on her. I said nothing. I wanted to get the diaper lock into place before she saw the seamed hosiery. There would be trouble over that for sure. She grunted as the crotch strap was fastened tight and looked back at me. "Satisfied?" I nodded and stepped back. "I want you to wear that garter belt and the stockings beside it. Don't try to substitute the hosiery. I want you in seams because I want you to be noticed. I don't care what dress you wear, but you will wear a dress and your black patent spikes. She blushed. I could see a reaction rise and then be stifled as her hand idly stroked the tight leather belt. I wondered what thoughts were coursing through her mind. She looked like a slapped puppy as I left to take my shower. By the time I came back to the bedroom she was fully clothed and applying her make-up. I checked the back of her legs and confirmed that she was wearing the seamed stockings. "I can't go all day without a change," she said in a low, guarded tone. "Fine. I'm studying at home this week. I'll see you at lunch." She said nothing more but did spend a long time looking at herself in the mirror. "This isn't fun." she said gruffly. "It's not supposed to be." I replied. As I sat down at my desk I suddenly remembered that Wendy liked to take her shoes off while sitting at her desk at work. What was the point on insisting on her highest heels if she could take them off? I struggled to find a solution and then headed for my fishing tackle box. Wendy was at the front door, ready to leave. I told her to go into the living room and sit down. Surprisingly, she did, and without comment. She didn't figure out what I was up to until I pulled an ottoman in front of her and put one of her feet on my lap. "That's not fair!" she whined as I passed the fine, almost invisible fishing line around her ankle, crossed it over the vamp of her foot and began to tie it tightly under the arch of her pump. But she didn't pull her foot away and unless she had used a lot more blush than usual she was getting aroused. She said nothing more as I tied her other shoe in place. "Now you may go to work." I said as I stood up. "I suggest you be careful of how much you drink." To be continued…
  20. With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
  21. View File wetting my wide leg gray pants in public Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT Submitter MsApril Submitted 06/14/2022 Category Female  
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    Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT
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  23. Does anyone on here have any good desperation memories? Things you remember seeing growing up? Like the time your older sister was dying to pee but couldn’t get off the phone with her boyfriend for 45 minutes and had to stay sitting next to the power outlet with her phone plugged in? Squirming and bouncing and holding herself before finally getting off the call and rushing to the adjacent bathroom so quickly the doors still open while pees and pees loudly into the water, moaning blissfully with relief? Or you dad’s bubble-butt Hispanic secretary stuck on a zoom meeting is bouncing and gyrating sitting on her heels, rocking in her chair, standing up with her legs crossed with her big round butt pointed out at you as you sit in a chair in the waiting area ten feet from her, watching squirm and bounce, clearly dying to pee, forced to stay present and cognizant throughout the whole zoom meeting, politely refusing a break when the boss offers cause no one else needs one (about 35 bouncing minutes ago) lying when the boss asks you why you changed angles and you’re standing now (cant say you're holding yourself). Finally the zoom call ends and said sexy Latina secretary doesn’t feel self conscious to tell you (as you dont work there) “God I need to pee! I thought that would never end.” as she rushes quickly to the ladies room. Or what about when your uncles hot young financial advisor’s secretary comes out to appraise your house and immediately asks for a restroom to wash her hands and your dad shows her the kitchen sink, forcing her to embarrassingly admit before everyone with a small desperate curtsy “I’m sorry, I don't need to wash my hands (blush, awkward laugh) I- I have to pee, I’ve been out all day.” before your dad shows her right to the guest bathroom just adjacent to the living room, no fan no vent, thin door, she pees her heart out and lets out a sigh for all to hear… Surely someone else has some memories to share?
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