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    Yo. Here's the other half 😁. Enjoy replaying these over and over until you become completely desensitized to them and need something new!
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    DLSL-393: New office lady who just took a diuretic. She wants to urinated but her boss won’t allow it. 2 Office ladies are slipped a diuretic and prevented from rushing to the toilet. They become desperate for relief during long rides in the car and going to meetings. Eventually, most of them make it to the toilet for desperately needed relief. Some are pushed past their limit and have accidents just before reaching the toilet. It has been a while, but I finally had a chance to post these videos and screenshots. All clips are 1920x1080 resolution. Enjoy.
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  3. Link: https://jade-net-home.com/products/126034?m= This is the second episode of DLSL-342 In-car panic collective defecation mixed with diuretics! It would be great if anyone has it and can uploaded to share this great video to the community. Thanksssss
  4. I fantasize a lot about wetting while driving in car, holding for as long as possible and just loosing control when I cant take it anymore. But I am so afraid to try it, I'm still begginer and I have to be 100% present in what am i doing in traffic so im not sure if im gonna be able to fully focus while desperate to pee. And what if police stopped me for some reason or regular control, and they see that I peed/I'm about to pee my pants? Or maybe I can do it in a parking lot, but how can I manage doing that without getting pee all over my car? And what to do after, how to walk from the parking lot to the home (about 5 mins walk) without anyone seeing my wet clothes?
  5. DISCLAIMER: Don’t do anything that puts extreme pressure on a full bladder unless you’re 100% sure you know what you’re doing and are willing to accept the risks. This story is pure fiction and I love extreme desperation and bladder torture. Chapter I I quickly opened my eyes as my body flew up and slid forward in my seat. “What the hell? What was that?” I asked, extremely confused as to why my position in space had so suddenly changed. “Oh, you’re awake! You’ve been out for a while. Sorry about that, there was a pothole I couldn’t avoid. One of the ones that makes your soul jump out of your body.” Lila, my girlfriend, said with a laugh. “Makes sense, stupid government won’t provide funds to fix the roads in this country,” I said with a sigh “Are we there yet? I feel like we’ve been driving for like two days.” Lila laughed and glanced over at me. ‘I mean… we have. San Francisco to New York City isn’t exactly a short drive. You’re the one who insisted on going to see the ball drop in person, love.” “Ugh, don’t remind me that I’m the one who caused this,” I said in a jokingly angry way. “Do you wanna switch at our next gas stop? We last switched at 12 and it’s 2 now, you’ve been driving for a while.” “No, I like driving and it freaks you out, no sense in switching for a while. We only have about 5 hours to go now anyways, I can do it. Although, we do need to stop for gas again.” Lila said. I looked over at the fuel tank and saw the meter riding the “empty” line. “Oh my god why didn’t you stop earlier? We had like half a tank left when we switched. Look, there’s a gas station right off this exit, I can literally see the sign from here. Let’s fill up there.” Lila chuckled and rolled her eyes at me as she took the exit. “Don’t worry, worry wart. I’ve got it, we’re not gonna run out or anything. I promise,” Lila said as she sped down the exit ramp and turned onto the road. “Arriving in 5..4..3..2..1! See? We made it, we’re okay. I’ve gotta pee like nobody’s business, can you pump gas while I go and then you can go when I come back out?” Lila asked with a hint of urgency in her voice while she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Yeah I can pump gas, I don’t have to pee so we can just set off again when you come out. Can you grab some snacks though and get me a drink?” I said, getting out of the car. Lila looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “You’re sure? You drank like half of the drinks we bought at our last hotel stop, surely you’ve gotta go.” “No, I’m completely fine. And it was only two of them, you drama queen. Go pee before you have an accident out here, just because we’re on opposite sides of the car doesn’t mean I can’t tell you’re squirming.” I said with a grin as I watched Lila’s face grow red and contort with the effort of holding all her pee in. “Yeah, two 16oz bottles, that’s a lot. But fine, it’s your problem if you decide you have to pee when we get back on the road. I’m gonna go now.” Lila said in a strained voice as she started to take off into the gas station. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at Lila as I walked around the front of the car to get to the gas pump. I passed her as she scurried around the front of the car to go inside and saw that her bladder was bulging a bit. I started to get turned on as I watched it bounce just the tiniest bit as she ran. I so badly wanted to tease her just a little. I quickly tried to think of some way to get her to come back, then I remembered she still had our joint debit card in her wallet, which was in her pocket. “Baby, wait, come back!” I yelled for her before she got too far. “You have our card in your wallet, I need it to buy gas.” Lila hurried over to me and crossed her legs as she dug through her wallet for the card. “Here it is, I’ve really gotta go now.” She said as she swayed her hips a little. “Wait a second,” I said as I gently grabbed her arm. “I can never get this damn thing to work. Can you buy the gas real quick before you go in? It’ll only take a second.” I asked, praying that she would agree. “Mmm fine, just let me do it real quick, then I have to go for real. I didn’t realize how full I was until I got out of the car.” Lila said as she inched over to the gas pump. I quickly moved in behind her and wrapped my arms around her. “You really thought I wasn’t gonna take this opportunity to tease you? I know how much you love it and you know how much I love it.” I whispered to Lila as I gently rested my hand on top of her bladder. Lila squirmed at my touch and rolled her head back to be closer to me. I began to gently massage her bladder, rubbing my hand in small circles with light pressure. She whimpered and squirmed some more. “Mmff.. fuck!” She whisper-yelled. I leaned in closer to Lila’s ear and gently breathed down her neck. “Yeah? I know you like this stuff but I didn’t think it was to this extent.” I whispered with a small chuckle. “Sorry, I just.. I-I’m really full and I wasn’t expecting you to do that. I’ve been holding it since we switched, it’s been like two hours.” Lila said, crossing her legs and reaching to hold herself as she blushed even harder than before. I gently grabbed her wrist with my free hand and pulled it away from her body, pinning her hand between my stomach and her back. “Don’t apologize, it was cute! Although, only two hours? You can’t have to go that badly. Those are rookie numbers, I’ve gone four times as long.” Lila let out a whimper and tensed up a little as I increased the pressure I was applying to her bladder. I continued to massage it in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure. Lila’s bladder was firm but still squishy, I could feel that she was holding back a decent amount but she still had quite a bit of room. I stopped massaging her bladder and just let my hand rest atop of it for a moment. I felt Lila loosen up a little once the pressure I was applying disappeared and gave a light tap to her bladder, which made her shudder. “Can I go now? Please baby? I can’t take much more.” Lila whispered to me with a strained voice. “Hmm… you can go. But first, let me just…” I trailed off with a smirk and a purposefully suspenseful voice. Lila’s eyes grew wide as she realized what I was about to do and she preemptively crossed her legs. I pushed my knee between her thighs to uncross her legs and started to gently massage her bladder again, which caused her to squirm. I continued gently massaging Lila’s bladder for a few seconds before suddenly pushing in on it. I pushed hard, but not hard enough to hurt her. I kept the pressure applied for a few seconds and felt Lila squeeze my knee between her thighs. Finally, I let up on the pressure and let her out of my arms. Lila doubled over and crossed her legs tight, breathing hard. She slowly uncrossed her legs and began doing her oh-my-god-I-have-to-pee-right-now-or-I’m-gonna-have-an-accident-dance, which was a cute mixture of bouncing, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and rubbing her bladder. “I can’t h-hold it! I-I’ve gotta go.” She said just loud enough for other patrons to hear before hobbling into the gas station. I smirked as I began pumping gas into the car. I knew that this would likely be our last stop before we arrived at our hotel in New York since our car was tiny and fuel efficient. I heard the distinctive “click” of the gas pump shutting off once the car had filled up and put the nozzle back into its place before getting back in the car. As I waited for Lila to return, I tried to think up some ideas as to how I could get Lila desperate before we got to our hotel. I had really enjoyed our mini play session at the gas pump and really wanted it to go on for longer. Ever since we got together a couple years ago and realized that we were both into this bladder torture thing, it’s been one hell of a ride. “Hey, Ms.Torturer. I’m back with an empty bladder and every beverage in the observable universe.” Lila said to me through my open window as she threw two large bags into the backseat. “Damn, baby. I just wanted one or two!” I said with a laugh as Lila got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I know,” She started, clicking in her seatbelt. “But since you decided to pull that stunt with me, I have a little challenge for you.” I heard the locks in all the car doors click as Lila started up the engine. As I started to realize what she meant, I looked into the back seat to see how much she was going to make me drink and took note of just how big those grocery bags were. My eyes went wide as I counted about 10 drinks in the backseat in addition to our snacks. The drinks were a healthy mix of water bottles and bottled iced tea - a strong diuretic that Lila knew I couldn’t resist. I turned back around to tell Lila that I actually did have to pee already, I just wanted to make sure both our bladders were full by the time we got to our hotel so we could play around a little bit. Before I could even open my mouth, Lila put the car in drive and sped out of the gas station parking lot. To be continued…
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  7. This is a story I wrote several months back and have been sitting on since, but I’ve decided to go ahead and post it now. The inspiration for this came mainly from my love of ladies in uniform along with my interest of desperation in historical times; as such, this story is written in the perspective of a former military woman sharing an experience from her past. Quick author’s note: this story takes place in the 1940s, a time period and a setting that I have very little knowledge and experience in. While I did my best to do some preliminary research to establish as much accuracy as I could, please bear in mind that I’m no historian, so there are likely some historical inaccuracies present. Ultimately, the main point of the story is obviously the omo aspect, so that was my primary focus. On that note, please enjoy! The Tale of an ATS Officer: A Long Transport When I think back to my days in the service, I can still remember the hardships and difficulties that I had to face, many of which, I believe, shaped me into the woman I am today. There are several that jump to mind, whether it’s the struggle of living away from home for the first time, or the constant looming worry that stems from being stationed at a place of conflict. But there were many smaller hardships, many that I personally endured, that often don’t get mentioned, though I believe those are equally important in conveying the true reality of what life was like for a young and inexperienced military woman in those days, such as myself. The story I’m about to share here today is an example of such that took place during my time in the Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS) — a time when a seemingly ordinary event turned into a rather bizarre predicament, one that nearly caused me to experience the greatest humiliation of my life. Looking back after all these years, I must admit the whole thing was actually quite humorous, and this little anecdote is sure to give you, dear reader, quite the laugh — though I can assure you it was anything but amusing at the time! When this took place, in the year 1942 (I had just turned 30), I was posted in the Middle East at a camp in Egypt, doing my duties there as an intelligence officer. Much of my job involved handling classified military information and relaying it to various superior officers as necessary; it was often demanding at times, but I welcomed the hard work, and I found it to be very fulfilling. On this particular day, I was given the task of carrying a set of reports up north to a camp located about 3 hours away by car. Initially, I was meant to travel up alone, driven up by one of the girls in the camp who’d been trained as a driver. However, two area commanders had chosen that same day to run barracks inspections in all the camps in the vicinity, and it so happened that they were both headed to the same camp that I was. So it was quickly decided that I would simply accompany them on their journey rather than wasting fuel for me to drive up separately. The trip would, however, take longer since the commanders planned to make a couple stops at some smaller camps along the way. I was not bothered by this, however, and was more than happy to travel with them. The two men arrived early that morning to go through the inspections, during which time I quickly got myself ready for the journey. I donned the usual ATS uniform, consisting of an all-khaki ensemble of a shirt, jacket, and skirt with brown shoes. Even our stockings and underwear were the same beige color! It was all rather drab and monotonous in my eyes, though we hardly had any other options. With my uniform in place, I went to the office to pick up the all-important package: a box sealed tight containing the reports that were to be transferred. With it in hand, I made my way to one last stop before I set off on the journey: the mess hall. With summertime rapidly approaching, the heat was growing worse with each day; even the mornings were becoming unbearable. Such was the case that day, and I stepped into the mess hall with quite a thirst and a hankering for some cold water to cool myself off. Hoping to keep myself well hydrated for the long journey, I gulped down several cups of water and even filled up my large steel bottle to the brim which I planned to bring with me. Soon afterwards, I met with the commanders, who introduced themselves as well as their driver, Carol, a young woman from a different camp who’d be driving us the whole way. I certainly didn’t envy her job — it was a long trip there and back, over six whole hours of driving which she had to manage on her own! Nevertheless, she did not seem too perturbed and happily got on with it as we set off from the camp, sitting alone at the front while I sat in the back seat between the two commanders, making conversation as we went along. Unfortunately, the heat was making things quite uncomfortable in the cramped area, and my thick uniform vest was certainly not doing anything to help. I found myself sipping continuously from my bottle as we went; I’d thought a liter of water would be adequate for the whole trip, but after just half an hour, it was nearly all gone! I silently cursed to myself, knowing I shouldn’t have finished it all so early. Little did I know, however, that my true predicament was only just beginning: it was right around then that I began feeling that all too familiar sensation down below — the dreaded call of nature. I immediately realized what a foolish mistake I’d made: to drink so much water right before an hours-long trip with no guarantee of women’s lavatory facilities along the way…oh dear, what had I been thinking? But alas, it was all too late now. Our next stop was due to be a storage facility about an hour away, and I simply had to hope I could find suitable accommodations there. The drive was fairly uneventful, and the two gentlemen beside me proved to be pleasant company, though I was getting increasingly distracted from the conversation by my personal need, which grew alarmingly quickly over the next hour. Upon arrival at our first stop, it had developed into quite the pressing urge, and I was very keen to get out of the car and search for a place to relieve myself. But as the car came to a halt and I made to climb out, one of the commanders stopped me and said we wouldn’t be staying long, and that it’d be better if I remained in the car so we could set off quickly once they were done. I badly wanted to protest, but how could I? I certainly couldn’t disobey a superior’s command, and I was far too embarrassed to admit such a private need to him. Thus, I was forced to bite my tongue and watch on as they walked off to the building beyond the gate. At the very least I had the company of Carol, which provided some welcome distraction. I was hoping the wait would be a short one as the commander had promised, but it was over half an hour before they finally made their way back, a duration during which my most unfortunate condition had worsened considerably. As we set off once again, I was in genuine discomfort, and this time it had nothing to do with the heat (though that too was awful). I innocently asked the commanders what our next stop was and how long it would take to arrive, and they told me we’d be stopping at a camp about an hour away. This response was far from comforting. The word “hour” in particular was a cause of serious worry. In the condition I was in, it was going to be a long way. I knew from prior trips that this road was completely bare, so there was no hope of finding a place to stop along the way. I was in for the whole ride. And with the commanders sitting on either side of me, I simply had to keep myself composed — the last thing I wanted was for them to realize that I was dying for a pee! It was no easy task — an hour had never felt so long, and as we neared the second stop, it was impossible to sit still. For the final twenty minutes, I sat with my thighs clenched tight while my legs jiggled restlessly in place. When I finally laid my eyes on the camp gates as we drew near, I genuinely let out a breath of relief. But just when I was thinking that I was finally saved, we rolled through the gates into the enclosed area, and I saw that this was no camp, but rather a construction zone. You see, what my gentlemen companions had failed to inform me of was that this “camp” was still being built and was clearly nowhere close to being finished. It was mostly just piles of materials lying about everywhere, and a couple of small squat buildings in the middle. One quick look around was enough to deduce that Carol and I were the only two women amidst a crew of male workers. And based off of what I could see, I quickly came to a most unwelcome conclusion: there were no lavatories available here, certainly not one suitable or private enough for a woman to use. Clearly all the male workers were fine with walking a ways down the road to unburden themselves out in the open, a luxury that I simply did not have. I’m sure you can imagine the horror I felt at that moment: I was now doomed to endure my bladder until we arrived at the final camp — and that could take another two hours! Just like before, the commanders headed off as soon as we came to a stop, disappearing into one of the small buildings and leaving Carol and I to watch over the car while they went about their duties. This time, the wait was far more difficult, and I was noticeably agitated as I sat with tightly crossed legs in the backseat. At least with the superiors gone, I could squirm freely to help keep my bladder calm, though even that was starting to help less and less. I was quickly becoming desperate, and at this rate I knew the situation would soon become precarious. I tried to keep up conversation with Carol, but truthfully, I was struggling to even focus on that. All I could do was sit there and silently implore the commanders to hurry up and finish so we could be on our way as quickly as possible. When the building door reopened half an hour later and one of the commanders reemerged, my heart leapt as I thought we’d finally be on our way again. To my dismay, it turned out he merely came out to invite us inside for some tea! Tea was the absolute last thing I needed, but it wasn’t my place to refuse the offer, so I simply nodded and followed alongside Carol into the building. Inside, a couple of the workers greeted us and quickly poured us full steaming hot mugs, which I politely accepted before taking the seat that was offered. I did not relish the idea of putting even more liquids in my body, but refusing to drink would simply have been rude. As I slowly sipped, the men sitting around the table continued with their discussions, though my mind was so clouded by my need at this point that I genuinely couldn’t focus on what they were even saying. Not that it related to me anyway, so I was more than happy to sit there in silence as they talked. The meeting went on for another thirty minutes, a duration during which I rapidly grew incredibly restless. I was bursting for the loo, and I simply could not keep myself still! I was glad the table covered everything below my waist because underneath, my legs were bouncing frantically without pause. I was crossing my legs one way, then the other, shifting in my seat every two minutes trying to find a comfortable position. It was not at all how an officer was supposed to behave in such a formal situation, but I just couldn’t help myself, so great was my need. And to make matters worse, I had to keep sipping away at my tea, lest I be rude to the kind men who offered it, but in doing so, I was only adding even more fuel to my already bloated bladder. Goodness, what a predicament I was in! At long last, the discussions came to an end, and along with it my masterful chair-wriggling performance. The commanders rose to their feet — while I gratefully followed suit — bid their farewells and made their way out and back to the vehicle. I hurried along behind Carol, more eager than anyone to get back on the road once more. The four of us clambered back inside, retaking the same seats as before. Finally, after one last goodbye, Carol brought the engine to life, and we were off. It was the final leg of the journey, but also without a doubt the most difficult one. Even from the get-go I was incredibly desperate — I had no idea how I was going to manage another whole hour in the state I was in. But what other option did I have? I was forced to sit there, grit my teeth, and squeeze my thighs together to hold on until we arrived. When I tell you what transpired was the longest and most agonizing hour of my life, I genuinely mean it. I couldn’t remember a time when my bladder had been so full, it was excruciating! But I had to outlast it, I had to endure until we arrived, because if I didn’t, it would’ve been the biggest humiliation of my life. Clasping my hands together tightly, I tried to keep myself distracted; leaning forward in my seat, I looked out the window at the passing scenes, the trees, the rocks, anything. It didn’t help much at all. I was beyond agitated, my knees bobbing rapidly up and down practically of their own free will. I rubbed my hands up and down my shaking thighs, smoothing out my skirt and trying to keep it from riding up from all the movement. The pressure in my abdomen was immense, and yet every minute it just grew worse and worse. And as if things weren’t bad enough, the road we were on was incredibly uneven, and every bump we rode over sent a jolt of pure agony straight through my bladder. It was absolute misery! I was praying and praying in my head for this awful journey to just please come to an end. Staring at the back of Carol’s head, I silently implored her to drive as fast as she possibly could and get us to the camp. Truth be told, she was doing a very good job, and we were making quick progress, but with my bladder pounding inside me, nothing felt fast enough. I kept craning my neck as I stared longingly out the window at the horizon ahead, hoping against hope each time I did so that I would finally see the camp looming in the distance, that our arrival would be imminent; but each time, I saw nothing but vast emptiness, reminding me that there was still a long way to go. By the time we were halfway through, the pressure was already reaching unbearable heights. It felt as if a fire had been ignited at my crotch, so strong was the sensation that tore viciously in my lower belly. It was desperation in a sense that I had never felt before. Oh, I would’ve given anything, anything, to have been able to empty my throbbing bladder, I didn’t care how, just so long as I could be free of this awful burden! But trapped within the confines of that car and seated between two high-ranking men, I was as helpless as a child. It was a horrible situation to be in. At this point, I was utterly frantic. “Agitated” wouldn’t even begin to describe it. My legs were shaking violently underneath me in every direction they could find space. I had long since given up any attempt to remain discreet, for that was simply no longer possible. I was well aware that my companions had noticed my strange behavior — I could see their questioning glances out of the corner of my eyes, which sent a blush creeping up to my face. Thankfully, they didn’t bother to comment on it, and for that at least I was grateful. Every single muscle in my lower half was constricted, pushing back against the heavy weight of my swollen bladder in my desperate attempts to keep it at bay. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer, was all I could think, over and over again in my head, like a chant, spurring myself to keep holding on. My poor sphincter felt like it was about to tear open from all the immense force that it was enduring. It was so incredibly painful; I could not believe how I was even managing to keep it all in anymore. As the situation became dire, I was starting to become extremely concerned. The need was so incredibly strong by now that I was genuinely beginning to wonder if I could even manage to wait long enough. The thought that I might actually wet myself where I sat, right next to both the commanders, began going through my head. It was a horrifying possibility. As my desperation reached agonizing levels, for the first time I was seriously considering begging the commanders to stop the car so I could scurry behind it, lift up my skirt and squat down right then and there, privacy be damned. Oh, even just the thought was so inviting, I longed to be able to do it, to finally ease this awful pain, I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be. But alas, I simply could not work up the courage to make such a request, even with my bladder practically screaming at me to do so. Besides, we weren’t too far off now, if only I could just wait a bit longer… The final fifteen minutes were nothing short of sheer torture. I sat hunched over at the waist, my hands clutching at the seat so hard my knuckles were almost popping out of my hand. I could hardly even breathe, my throat constricted out of pure, unadulterated need. My bladder was utterly relentless in its onslaught against me, and the urge was so strong that I was tearing up from the vicious pain. It honestly felt like there was a massive lake pressing down between my legs, and it was growing bigger and bigger in size with every minute. It was absolute agony. I was grinding my feet against the floor, my toes curled tight out of pure desperation. Come on, we’re so close, almost there, almost there… Those words were the only thing on my mind at that moment. I knew deep down that we weren’t far now, and I’d be damned if I were to lose the battle after getting this close! But the last bit is always the hardest, and boy was that true in this case. I was nearly in tears, practically choking back sobs as I endured one vicious pang from my bladder after another. My hands pressed down hard against my upper lap, fingers clutching at my skirt, and my thighs flew side to side all across the seat in a frenzy. I was actively fighting the urge to reach down and hold myself between my legs. Inside my head, I kept saying the words over and over: almost there, almost there, oh please… And then, at long last, there it was: the buildings of the camp, visible on the horizon. My eyes widened immediately at the sight, and the elation I felt upon seeing it was like no other emotion I had ever felt. Oh, I nearly wept with joy! Finally, the end of my torture was approaching. As we were admitted through the gates, I sat bolt upright in my seat, ready to pop out of my seat and rush headlong for the nearest lavatory I could find. My main duty, of course, was to deliver the box of reports in my possession to the intelligence officers, but they were simply going to have to wait. However, any hope I had of running off in search of relief were soon gone, because the moment Carol brought the car to a stop, we were quickly approached by a female officer, who turned out to be the base commander. As we disembarked, she introduced herself and greeted the gentlemen, while I was forced to stand there politely and respectfully. I can assure you, trying to maintain composure and professionalism while your bladder’s about to explode is just about the hardest thing you could do, as I learned firsthand at that moment. My legs were practically twisted into a knot as I stood there waiting for the commanders to finish up their chatter. They took their sweet time, leaving me to scream curses in my head as I swore internally at them to hurry up and finish their damn conversation! A full bladder really does bring out the worst in you. Finally, the base commander turned her attention to me and the package I was carrying, asking me where it was to be delivered, and it was with enormous difficulty that I managed to stammer out an answer to her question. Thankfully, the commander offered to show me to the office to which I was supposed to bring the documents, and asked the group to follow her as she began leading the way. Even the simple act of walking was agonizing, each step disturbing my bladder and sending sensations of pure pain flooding through my abdomen. I didn’t dare separate my thighs for even an instant, so it was more like an awkward shuffle as I took one small step after another, all while trying to keep up with the commander’s pace. I swear I could practically feel the liquid sloshing around within. God, I was so unbelievably full, there could not have been a milliliter of space left. I simply had to find a lavatory, immediately! But where was it?? As we approached the building, the commander indicated for me to go in, saying that there was an officer inside waiting for me. And indeed, the moment I stepped through the door, I was greeted by another woman, a fellow intelligence officer like me. Seeing the package in my hands, she nodded and said she’d been expecting me, before turning and bidding me to follow her to the back where we would file the reports. I, however, simply could not wait any longer. Plopping the box on a nearby table, I quickly stopped her firmly in her tracks, and then, with a sense of utmost urgency that I did not have to feign, and a face the color of beetroot, hastily confessed my desperate plight to her before begging her to show me to the nearest lavatory. For a moment she seemed taken aback by my sudden candidness. But she must’ve noticed the utter distress on my face because she immediately became very sympathetic and quickly began ushering me out the door. I followed her gratefully as she took me to a small wooden shack situated a short distance away. Written upon the door were the most welcome words I had ever seen: “WC – Female”. Giving my escort my sincerest thanks, I nearly flung myself through the door, slamming it shut and locking it while my clenched legs trembled underneath me. Whipping around, I turned to face the “toilet”, which was nothing but a hole in the ground lined with a metal pan. It wasn’t much, but at that moment, it looked like heaven to my eyes. I staggered towards it while simultaneously hiking up my skirt, straddling the pan underneath. So urgent was my need that I couldn’t even wait until my undergarments were down before starting to pee, sending the initial stream gushing straight through the fabric in a messy spray. Grabbing the waistband, I frantically lowered my knickers before squatting down at last and unleashing an absolutely monstrous stream into the pan. Ohhh… my goodness, I could not even begin to describe the utter relief I had felt at that moment. To this day I can vividly remember it, as if it were yesterday. It was heavenly. I moaned audibly as pure and total bliss enveloped my whole body, the incredible sensation of wonderful release after five hours of absolute torture, of finally allowing my tightly constricted muscles to relax completely. I grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing from relief. From between my legs raced out a literal river of pee as I emptied out the fullest bladder I’d ever held in my life. The sound of the powerful jet thundering against the metal was deafening. The stream was clear as water and thick as a pencil, bursting forth with incredible, unrelenting force. I sighed and sighed as I spread my legs apart, relishing the sensation of all that urine finally gushing out of me. And it continued on at extraordinary length, far longer than I had ever gone before. I wasn’t keeping track, but it must’ve been over a minute before it finally came to an end. Even once I was done, I had to sit there for a moment just to catch my breath and regain my senses. The feeling of an empty bladder had never felt so good. I got to my feet, feeling immensely lighter than I had five minutes ago. And now, dear reader, you may be thinking that the story is done and over — but I can assure you it’s not! For no sooner than I opened the lavatory door to make my way back out, did I come face to face with Carol, standing there grimacing with her hand buried in her crotch! Before I could so much as react, the girl had shoved right past me, her fingers furiously clawing at her trousers’ button as she went. In that split second, it suddenly dawned on me that I had not been the only one suffering from a lengthy lack of lavatories. It was obvious now looking back, as she’d been with me throughout the entire trip, and had no doubt been longing for a comfort break just like I’d been, something I’d completely failed to notice at the time having been preoccupied with my own need. Carol, driven by absolute urgency, slammed the door shut behind her without even attempting to place the lock. However, the wooden door merely rattled against the frame and swung right back open, providing her with no cover whatsoever. Carol, however, didn’t even seem to notice, as she was already standing over the toilet, entirely focused on getting her trousers down as fast as humanly possible, practically jumping from one foot to the other as she fought to undo the button. I didn’t want to leave her totally exposed, so on a spur of the moment decision, I quickly reached inside for the door to close it. Only, when I pulled on it, it wouldn’t budge! I glanced down and realized the door had gotten stuck on part of the uneven ground below, preventing me from moving it whatsoever. It was at that moment that Carol finally got her pants undone. Before I could even blink, she tore her trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing her most private areas right in front of my eyes before finally squatting over the toilet. For the second time in succession, the lavatory was filled with the roar of a very hard stream colliding forcefully against a metal surface. I know I should’ve looked away, but for a moment my eyes were transfixed by the image of Carol’s bare behind hanging over the hole as a thick, gushing stream erupted from within at unbelievable pressure. There was no doubt about it, she had been just as desperate as I had, if not even more so! Forcing myself to tear my eyes away, I quickly turned around and stood guard at the door, figuring at least some cover would be better than none. I could hardly believe how loud it was; I’m sure half the camp must’ve heard her peeing! Despite the noise, I could still make out a series of very relieved “ohhh”s and “ahhh”s coming from behind me; I couldn’t help but smile because I knew exactly how good she felt at that moment. Just like me, she too went on and on for a ridiculously long time — I guess we’d both been blessed with a pair of enormous bladders! And good thing too, because how else would we have managed to last for so long? But I stood there and waited patiently as she finished up and redressed herself, turning around only once I heard her footsteps moving towards me. She looked terribly embarrassed when she realized the door had been open this whole time but thanked me most graciously for staying there and providing cover for her. As we headed back, she confessed to me that she’d actually been bursting to go ever since arriving at my camp five hours previously but had been too shy to ask anyone where the lavatories were. I was shocked when I’d heard this — I was nearly crying in pain towards the end of the journey, I couldn’t even imagine how this poor woman must’ve felt having had to wait even longer than I had! And while driving, to boot! I marveled at her ability to hold her composure and do her job so effectively even through such hardship. Funnily enough, Carol became a close friend of mine after that, and even to this day we keep in touch. I suppose that sometimes friendships are formed in the most unusual circumstances. And yes, we do bring up the “pee incident” and laugh about it from time to time. Well, there you have it, the strangest and possibly the most humorous incident of my time in the ATS. Hope you got a good laugh out of it at my expense (and Carol’s too, of course). Moral of the story? Always have a pee before heading out on a five-hour trip; you’ll regret it if you don’t!
  8. I’ve always enjoyed reading stories here by people who were able to share their desperation and wetting kinks with their partners. But I’ve also been jealous because I had had never found the courage to tell anybody about it. I’ve read posts here about telling a partner and how the results were mostly positive, but still couldn’t manage to confess it to my wife. We’ve been married for several years now but have already been together much longer. During all these years I had been wanting to tell her about it and share it with her. I waited for opportunities to bring up the topic, but always missed them. I dropped hints now and then, but she never caught them. So I feared she had no interest in it and would never consent to trying anything omo related. Earlier this year I had confided to hear that I would like it if she peed on me. She had replied that she would consider it, but never brought it up again. But last weekend I finally dared to tell her all and – guess what – she took it very well! She was kind of surprised and told that she isn’t into holding and wetting herself, but she’s going to try some things with me. She admitted that she likes to have sex with a (semi-)full bladder (which we have tried before) and that it feels much more intense for her. So I guess that’s a common point to start from. I feel really happy now that I’ve told her. It’s like some long awaited relieve and I can recommend it to all who still hesitate: If you love and trust your partner, tell them. You’ll be surprised. I want to share the situation which triggered my decision. Last Friday I had to drive to another city to get some business done, and my wife was going to join me because we planned to visit the Christmas market there after my appointment. In the morning before we started I was preparing breakfast and asked my wife if she wanted a cup of coffee. She hesitated and said if she had a coffee now she would for sure need to pee later on the road. I answered that might apply for me anyways, even if I didn’t have some coffee. (In fact, I often need to pee quite frequently in the mornings. I guess that might be because I mostly wake up pretty thirsty and drink a sufficient amount of water after getting up. And maybe my kidneys then try to make up what they couldn’t do during the night. Whatever, I’m no urologist or something, but the effect is comparable to the rapid desperation method.) She replied that she’ll have a cup herself then, and that we’d just need to pee together. You might imagine that this thought alone turned me on. Both of us used the toilet before we got into the car and started our journey, but just as I had expected, we had barely left the city when I felt like I could pee again. The drive would last only an hour and a half, so I had already decided to hold it and didn’t say anything about it. I was driving while my urge grew rapidly more intense. I knew there weren’t many rest areas with toilets on the route and we had already passed two of them, so I was pondering if holding was the right decision and was hoping that we weren’t facing any delays due to traffic. When we had still half an hour to go, my wife finally told me that she needed to pee. I asked her how bad it was and she told me it was pretty urgent. So I answered that I also needed to pee pretty badly. We discussed if there was any rest area ahead. She took a look at her phone and told me there would be parking lot soon, but that it didn’t have any toilets. She suggested that we could stop there and check if we could go into the bushes. But as we drove on, no parking lot appeared. Maybe it had been closed down. So we had to keep holding it until we reached our destination. I normally avoid holding myself if somebody could see it and had never done it in view of my wife. On that day I had already sneakily reached down with my hand and given myself a short squeeze when she was looking another direction. But now, as I was facing several more miles of driving with a really full bladder, I just thought fuck it. The whole situation of being desperate to pee together was turning me on anyways. So I didn’t care anymore if she could see it and just grabbed my crotch to ease my urge whenever I felt like. It didn’t take long until she noticed. She seemed irritated and asked me: “What are you doing there? Are you holding yourself?” I answered: “Yes I do. I need to pee pretty badly.” I told her that it wasn’t absolutely necessary, but that it helped me and just felt so much better. She sat there tensed up and pressing her thighs together, but showed no other signs of desperation. So I asked her if it wouldn’t help her if she also pressed a hand into her crotch. She said no and that she could hold it like this. She also told me that she felt so sorry about seeing me like this and that I could just pull over and pee at the edge of the road if I had to. I replied that I was okay and that I could hold it until we arrived, so no need to be sorry. Her watching me hold myself was making me pretty hard, it was such a turn on. Finally when we arrived, the first thing we did was going to the toilet. On that day we didn’t talk about it any more, but the experience was so hot that I already had decided to tell her everything. So on the next day when we showered together after having sex, I told her how much I loved it when she watched me desperate to pee and holding myself, and also that I have a fetish for watching other people holding their pee. It appeared that she found it kind of strange, she suggested I should think of something “easy” for her to try, like peeing on me in the tub. We had no time to discuss it any further then, but in the evening of the day after I told her all details, what I like and dislike about holding and wetting, what I would like her to do and which situations in our life together I remember when she was desperate that still turn me on. She also told me how she felt about all that. While we were talking, she gave me a long intense hand job while she had a full bladder. It felt like heaven. By the way, I really have to pee while typing this. I’m so excited now and looking forward to all we might share in the future. I hope that I’ll have some stories to share soon. (Sorry for the lengthy read, I hope you enjoyed)
  9. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "Pleaaaaaaaase!" Harlyn begged her sister from the backseat of their beat-up sedan. "No!" Lexie shot back. "Just take the exit! Please, please, please, please!" She brought her boots up onto the seat as she pulled her knees to her chest. "You should have peed before we left!" "No, please, you don't understand --- I'm literally about to pee myself! I'll do anything!" Harlyn whined in response with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hands squeezed at her womanhood as every bump and shudder jostled the rusted-out suspension. The problem was simple: Lexie was pissed --- downright, bone-chewing livid. It had been a three hour drive to get to the concert and they had been running late. Why? Because Harlyn had gotten caught up in some stupid game that made them run late. Lexie had been waiting all year for the band to finally appear at least within their state --- and considering said band was foreign, she was lucky that they had chosen to tour the states at all. The tickets weren't cheap either... Harlyn attempted to explain herself on their way there: she thought she was forty-five minutes early, while --- in fact --- she was fifteen minutes late. Stupid math. That explanation had at least kept her sister quiet and stewing for the drive. They'd make it --- everything would be fine. And they did make it before the band started. This was strange, because they were at least a half-hour late. They had to get gas, and care-free Harlyn had disappeared to fetch them some sodas adding another fifteen to the trip. See, maybe Lexie was mad about being late... But she was likely actually upset about how the show had been cancelled due to the incoming storm. (Oh how open-ceiling venues and fallible weather-reporting never mix...) What an absolutely "shit-tastic" day it had been... And while an explosive Lexie went to get a refund for the tickets, Harlyn tried to cheer her up with some mega-sized slushies. She didn't want hers... go figure. So, now that it was four hours, a soda, and two mega-sized slushies later, Harlyn was in a predicament. Lexie must have peed after getting her refund... Harlyn, on the other hand, hadn't peed since before the game that made them late in the first place; she didn't want to make them even later, after all! And oh sweet tortoise on a unicycle, Harlyn needed to pee. This was the kind of need-to-pee that didn't fuck around. Hot beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and dripped from her bangs onto her glasses. Her body quivered as she strained against the violent call of nature. She could count every pebble their shitty car hit --- even the tiniest of debris caused her seconds of burning anguish. She held on like she was dangling from a skyscraper. "Please..." Harlyn squeaked from behind clenched teeth. Lexie peered at her for a moment from the side of her eye. Past Harlyn's window, the last rest stop for forty miles slid past and disappeared into the garbled darkness of the storm.
  10. A little over a year ago, I posted a story about a young woman on a very desperate business trip. In the time that followed, I decided to write a sequel to that story, inspired and encouraged in large part by fellow user @Apan, who planted the seed for the idea and helped me get it started. In any case, I'm happy to announce it's finally complete. As usual, I'll be posting it in parts due to its length, starting with the first bit here. The remaining parts will be posted in the coming days, so stay tuned! Enjoy! Abby: Boardroom Despair Part 1 Abigail Moore had woken up this morning with gusto, because today was an important day. It had been marked on her calendar for two weeks, and she’d been preparing for it just as long, spending many long hours poring over documents and crunching numbers to fully ensure she was ready for the task at hand. Today, she would be meeting with one of her company’s biggest client corporations, a well-known defense contractor in the area by the name of Rosen Industries, and in the short year that she had been employed at her firm as a financial advisor, this was by far the biggest project that she had been delegated to take on. Rosen Industries had recently announced their plan to expand their business, an undertaking which was quite significant to Abby’s firm, given their vital involvement with the finances of the operation. And Abby, working in tandem with her boss Mrs. Wilkins, was at the center of it all. It was, without a doubt, a significant milestone in her career and an incredible opportunity to showcase her talents and impress her higher-ups. Being one of the youngest employees at just 25 years of age, it was hard enough to get noticed, so she had no intention of letting this chance go to waste. Knowing how important professionalism would be on this day, she’d dressed for the occasion quite sharply, having planned out an outfit the night before. For her top, she’d picked out a collared, red satin blouse, just slightly loose so that the ripples of the fabric fell nicely over her ample chest, the top button undone, showing off just a bit of cleavage. Down below, she’d gone with a tight gray pencil skirt which hugged the soft curves of her thighs and buttocks, stretching down to just below her knees. Underneath, her legs were wrapped in mid-brown tights, and the package was completed by her favorite pair of black high heels which decorated her feet. It was a very elegant and professional attire, perfectly suited for the importance of the day, and having admired herself in her bedroom mirror, she felt quite confident in them. She would take any amount of confidence she could get, because as excited as she was, there were plenty of nerves bubbling up within her at the prospect of the upcoming events. Those nerves had not disappeared as she sat in her car now, a nagging reminder that she could not afford to mess up today. This day had to be perfect, and she would make sure of that. She relaxed her grip on her steering wheel as she sped down the highway, breathing deeply to calm herself down. You’re going to do great, Abby, there’s nothing to be worried about. She knew she was fully prepared, all she had to do was keep a straight head and do her job as she’d always done. As she drove, she let the hum of the engine fill her mind as she contemplated the day’s proceedings for what must’ve been the hundredth time. Her morning had already gotten off to a different start than usual: normally, she’d make her typical thirty-minute commute to her office, but today she was to go directly to the office of Rosen Industries, where she’d meet up with the company head, Susan Patterson, along with her own boss Mrs. Wilkins and several others from both companies. This office was quite a bit further away, setting her up with a nice two-hour drive to start off the morning. Abby didn’t mind though; it gave her some nice quiet time to herself to get into the right mindset. She’d left the house at 6:45am, timing for a 9 o’clock arrival, which was the agreed upon meeting time. Not wanting to risk being late, she’d kept up a constant high speed, making good time on the road. She did, however, make one stop half-an-hour into the drive. Having spotted the all too familiar Starbucks logo on a hanging road sign, she’d been compelled to pull into the little shop, ever the coffee lover she was. She’d already had her usual cup of morning coffee at home, but she’d always pour herself another one when she arrived at work. That option wasn’t available today, so instead the answer to her caffeine craving had come in the form of a large 24-ounce cup of cold brew, which she’d proceeded to gulp down in all of fifteen minutes. The empty cup rattled in the cupholder next to her now as the car went over a bump, but Abby drove on undeterred. The coffee stop had only cost her five minutes, but she still liked to be early whenever she could. After all, this was the first time she was meeting these company representatives, and first impressions matter. The plan was to meet briefly at the head office, before leaving again to visit the site of the company’s newest planned acquisition: a newly constructed office building located further up north. It would be here that they would meet with the real estate agents, hashing through many details and signing off on all the relevant paperwork, which was sure to be a long and involved process. Once that was done, it would be right back to the head office again for the final meeting, where all the remaining details would be discussed and confirmed. Without a doubt, this was going to be a lengthy and exhausting day, but also an extremely important one for everyone involved, so every step had to be taken perfectly. If there were any hiccups, it could delay the expansion significantly, setting their clients back in time and costing them a lot of valuable money and resources, a disaster that would rest almost entirely on Abby’s shoulders. That simply couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t, Abby would make sure of that. The freeway on which Abby had been zooming down for almost an hour had led her out into the countryside. The Rosen office was located in a smaller suburban town, something that she actually found rather refreshing compared to the busy and chaotic locale of her own office in the inner city. She felt herself starting to relax a bit as she enjoyed the scenery of the green trees spreading out on either side of the highway, the bright yellow sunshine painting a picturesque scene of a beautiful spring morning. She wasn’t far from her destination now, having been on the road for almost an hour and a half by this point. Her GPS reminded her that her exit was coming up in twenty miles, and she made a quick mental note of the exit number. As she surveyed the road in front of her, her eyes were caught yet again by another road sign perched up on the side of the road. This one had only a few words, written out in giant letters: “REST AREA – 15 MILES”. Perfect, this was exactly what she had been looking for. Over the past thirty minutes, she had started to feel the effects of all the liquid she’d consumed, ever so slowly winding its way down her body. It was the all too familiar and inescapable side effect of her favorite beverage, that coffee she loved so much. She was used to this by now, of course, having dealt with it practically every day over the past few years, though that didn’t make it any less of a nuisance. She knew from experience just how quickly the effect materialized, and today, all her nervous energy bubbling up in her stomach was only bound to make it even worse, so it was in her best interest to take care of the issue right here. The last thing she needed was to get caught short on a day like this. With the speedometer on the dashboard hardly ever dropping below 70mph, it took only about ten minutes to approach the rest stop exit. Abby signaled over to the right-most lane, preparing to make a quick rest stop and take care of her personal business before making the final stretch to the office. However, as she got close to the off-ramp, she was met with an unexpected sight: several orange cones had been erected across the little road, with a giant sign hanging over it. “REST AREA CLOSED”. “Oh, come on,” Abby muttered in annoyance. She’d passed by several rest stops earlier, but of course the one that she wanted to use just had to be closed. With a sigh, she veered back over to the middle lane, resigning to the fact that she’d simply have to wait until she got to the office. It shouldn’t be a big deal, at this rate she would arrive fifteen minutes early, giving her plenty of time to use the restroom there before they left. She took her exit which came up shortly after she’d passed the rest area, parting ways with the freeway and merging onto a smaller local road leading almost directly to the office. It would only be another ten minutes now. Or at least, that’s what she thought, until she drove a couple miles down where she came face to face with a long line of cars sitting in standstill traffic on the one-lane road. Aghast, she stared ahead at the congregation of a construction crew, gathered in the middle of the road doing some kind of repair work. It appeared that the entire right-hand side of the road had been closed off, so both sides of traffic had to take turns going on the one remaining lane. On a busy local road like this one, the bottleneck had quite a significant effect, resulting in a line of cars stretching back almost a mile in either direction, at the very back of which sat an anxious Abby, her fingers thrumming against her steering wheel. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a bit of panic starting to emerge within her. She couldn’t be late, not today! She cast an annoyed glance at her phone, wondering why the GPS hadn’t put her on an alternate route to avoid this jam. Thankfully, she still had 20 minutes to spare, but given the painstakingly slow progress, she’d end up cutting it real close. So much for being early. It took another 15 minutes of stop-and-go traffic before she finally made it past the construction zone, and once finally back on the clear road, she pressed her right foot deep into the gas pedal, her eyes glancing nervously at the clock on her car’s monitor: 8:55AM. Just as she’d suspected, this would be a close one, but she had to try and get there as soon as possible. She cursed silently as she was forced to slow down behind the car in front of her, which was driving along casually below the speed limit. Oh, get out of the way, would you?! Abby’s patience was starting to run low; but fortunately, the office was close by, and it didn’t take long to arrive. Abby pulled into the large parking lot just as the clock hit 9:00. She was stopped at the entrance by a barrier gate, next to which stood a small building occupied by a security guard. This was a secure government building after all, and not just anybody was allowed in. The guard peered out the window as Abby came to a stop. “ID?” he demanded in a gruff voice. Abby, who had been ready for this, quickly fished out an ID card that had been sent to her about a week ago which would give her access to the site. The man grabbed the card and swiped it on his card reader, scrutinizing the details that popped up on his monitor. After a moment, he seemed satisfied and returned the card. With a nod, he punched a button, and the barrier blocking her path lifted up to allow her in. Throwing her ID back in her bag, she quickly gave her thanks to the guard before pressing the accelerator once more, zooming into the lot. She sped down the little road probably faster than she should’ve, making her way over to the main entrance. Turning into one of the aisles, she swung her car into an empty spot before killing the engine. There was no avoiding it now, she would be a few minutes late; she’d just have to hope they wouldn’t mind too much. Quickly gathering her handbag and her binder containing many important documents, she exited her car and hurried down the asphalt towards the building entrance, walking as fast as her high heels would allow. She had to produce her ID once more when she got there, tapping it against the card reader embedded in the wall, which flashed green with a beep and unlocked the large glass double doors with a click. Swinging it open, she stepped into the spacious lobby within. “…oh, and here she is!” As Abby stepped into the building, she was sighted almost immediately by her boss, Mrs. Wilkins, a woman of 41 years with a set of recognizable dirty blonde hair, clad this morning in a very formal gray pantsuit with a simple black shirt underneath the matching gray blazer. Abby looked up at her voice to see her standing among a group of four people, two of whom she recognized immediately: Susan Patterson, the current head of the company, and Thomas Miller, an executive who was mainly in charge of the expansion effort, both of them around the same age as Mrs. Wilkins. The other two Abby did not recognize, a man and a woman, more on the younger side but still looking slightly older than Abby. “Ms. Moore, welcome!” Susan extended her hand with a bright smile as Abby strode towards the group. “Please, call me Abby,” was her reply as she grasped the outstretched hand with a smile of her own, giving it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Abby!” This time it was Thomas who spoke, a tall, handsome man with a neatly combed set of black hair. Abby shook hands again in greeting, and twice more after that as she was introduced to the two younger employees, Richard and Sydney. “Renee here was just telling us all about you,” Susan mentioned to Abby, indicating to Mrs. Wilkins. “She says you’ve been working very hard on this for us. I do appreciate that; we certainly can’t pull this off without you.” “Of course, I just want everything to go smoothly today,” Abby replied, feeling good about Susan’s positive comments. “I’m sure it will,” Thomas put in. “We’re in the final stretch now, and we’re certainly eager to get over the finish line!” He clasped his hands together. “Well, now that everyone’s here, there’s no point in dawdling. Let’s get going, shall we? We’ve got a rather long drive ahead of us, I’m afraid.” “Absolutely, I think we’re all ready,” Mrs. Wilkins said with a nod. “Excellent! I was thinking we could all drive up in my car?” Thomas asked. “It should be big enough for all six of us.” “Sounds good to me,” Mrs. Wilkins said in reply. The rest of the group agreed as well, and the six of them set off back out into the parking lot. Just as they were leaving, Abby suddenly felt her bladder signaling to her, reminding her of its presence. Having been so caught up with everything else, she had completely forgotten about her need, and only now remembered that she still had to pee. She’d hoped to pay a quick visit to the restroom before they left, but as the group headed towards the door, it seemed that it was too late for that. Feeling that it would be impolitic to ask everyone to wait for her while she ran off for a comfort break, she quickly decided that it would be best to just put it off. The need was there, but certainly not bad enough that she couldn’t wait. Surely, she’d have another opportunity later to relieve herself. With that, she pushed the matter out of her mind and followed everyone as they headed out to Mr. Miller’s car.
  11. It’s been a long time since I posted my last story about Kate’s desperate interview. Been pretty inactive since then because I’ve been so busy, but I finally got around to writing another story. It’s a rather long one, so I’m gonna post it in parts, just so it’s easier for me. Here is the first part for now, I’ll be adding the rest below in the coming days/weeks. Ok enough talk, enjoy! Abby: Business Trip Agony Part 1 Early morning company meetings were almost always a dull affair. For 24-year-old Abigail Moore, today was no different as she sat at the large desk with her many colleagues and higher-ups, wondering how much longer she’d have to endure this boredom until she could get out of the stuffy meeting room. It was always the same: the same bosses and executives sprouting the same old information with the same old charts and graphs showing the same old data. Abby practically had the whole thing memorized by now. And yet for some reason, no one thought to put a stop to them, so here they were, sitting through it yet again. Abby was at least glad that she had her cup of coffee on hand. With nothing else to do, she found herself taking sip after sip as she listened to the endless droning of presenters up front. It wasn’t even her first cup of the day; she’d had a cup of hot coffee back at home, then bought a large Starbucks iced coffee on her drive to work, which she had promptly finished by the time she had pulled into the parking lot. Not long after, as soon as the morning meeting was called, the first thing she had done was go to the break room so she could pour herself some more into the largest cup that she could find. To say Abby liked coffee would be quite an understatement; by this point, it was practically her life-blood. Even with all this caffeine pumping through her veins, the endless monologues threatened to put her to sleep. She thought back to when she had first started working at this company two months ago, how she had sat eagerly on the edge of her chair, not wanting to miss a single word of the discussions out of a desire to be the best at her job. Her colleagues had joked around at her attentiveness, betting how long she would go before she lost all interest like the rest of them, even though she had insisted she wouldn’t. So much for that, Abby thought amusedly, her attention all but non-existent as she absentmindedly watched a fly crawling up the wall in front of her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job; she’d worked very hard in college and gone through many interviews and internships to land her position as a financial advisor at this firm, and outside the dreadful meetings, it was a job she very much liked. Since she had started two months ago, she’d been assigned to shadow one of the older female employees, Renee Wilkins. At 40 years of age, Renee was a kind but firm woman who has had much success at the job, and was a figure often looked up to at the workplace. In just the two months she had worked with her, Abby had already learned a great deal, eager as she ever was to learn from the best. Meanwhile, Mrs. Wilkins had developed a growing liking for Abby and her enthusiasm, something which Abby was very happy about. This growing relation had led to the two women working very well together, with Mrs. Wilkins leading at the helm and Abby as her protégé following in her footsteps. As eager as she had been to work independently, Abby had found herself enjoying Mrs. Wilkins’ company as they traveled from client to client in their daily endeavors. Lost in her thoughts, she took another sip from her coffee as she wondered what would be in store for the day. Mrs. Wilkins often had her start by making calls to the day’s list of clients, a task which she was now trusted to do unguided. Whenever there were bigger and more important clients, though, they would leave the office together for a face-to-face meeting. Mrs. Wilkins had often taken the lead in these, especially in the beginning when she would do most of the talking, but slowly but surely Abby had been given a bigger role in them as her confidence grew. It wasn’t long before she had been put in the driver’s seat, given the chance to do most of the talking while her mentor simply provided support on the side. Before she could do any of that, though, first she had to get out of this meeting room. Glancing down at her phone, she checked the time to see how much longer this would take, sighing in annoyance when she realized they were only halfway through, with at least another thirty minutes left. This time, though, it wasn’t just the boredom that was bothering her; all her morning coffee was starting to make their way down to her bladder, which was now sending up signals of need. It wasn’t terribly urgent, but still an annoyance, nonetheless. Maybe it’ll help me stay awake, Abby figured; she could use all the help she could get. She glanced towards the front of the table where Mrs. Wilkins was sitting. Even she looked bored, resting her chin on her hand with her elbow propped up on the table. Abby picked up her coffee cup, realized it was empty, and set it back down, wishing she had more. With nothing else to do, she began picking at her clothes, running her fingers down her black blouse and rubbing her palms along her tight white jeans. Looking below the table, she admired her knee-length black velvet boots, a pair she was quite fond of. The attire was more casual than what she usually wore, but she was still able to pull off an elegant and professional look. She crossed her legs as she settled down to wait out the rest of the dull affair. It certainly felt like forever, but at long last, the discussions were wrapped up and the meeting was called to an end, much to everyone’s happiness. Abby uncrossed her legs and stood up eagerly, glad to finally be able to get out of this room and get back to doing some real work. But first, she needed to visit the Ladies room where she could finally go answer the calls from her bladder, which had grown quite insistent in the past half hour. Considering the copious amounts of coffee she had consumed, this wasn’t unexpected, and she hadn’t had a chance to use the toilet since she’d come into the office. Throwing her empty coffee cup into the trash, Abby joined the swarm of people heading out of the room, then turned left into the hallway and headed in the direction of the restrooms. She had hardly gone ten steps, however, when she heard her name ringing out from behind her. “Abby!” Turning around, Abby saw Mrs. Wilkins walking briskly towards her, phone in one hand and purse in the other. Clearly in a hurry, she wasted no time in launching into speech as soon as she got close: “Listen, Abby, I just got a call from Michael Lee. He said they need to have a meeting with us in one hour to discuss something urgent. We have to leave now to make it on time.” She gestured at her watch, then turned and began walking back down the corridor. “Go grab your stuff from the office and meet me outside. Quickly!” With that, before Abby could even get a word out, Mrs. Wilkins raced off towards the exit. For a second Abby stood there, still processing Mrs. Wilkin’s words. Mr. Lee was the manager of a very important client of the firm that was being managed by Mrs. Wilkins. Clearly something had come up that needed to be sorted out immediately, lest they wouldn’t have called a meetup at such short notice. Given what a valuable client they were to the firm, Mrs. Wilkins’ hurry was understandable; showing up late and not resolving the issue quickly would set a terrible impression, and could even prove disastrous if the company decided to switch to another firm instead. Abby was certainly not about to let that happen. Thoughts of using the bathroom all but forgotten, Abby quickly turned on her heels and hurried to her office. She wasted no time picking up her purse and some files containing important documents, before dashing back out and heading towards the front of the building.
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    After drinking way too much at her previous rest stop Clementine from The Walking Dead game ends up desperately having to pee while she's driving down the road in her car. Unfortunately the next rest area is 64 miles away from her, and she wouldn't like to risk going into the woods because it is most likely filled with walkers who would be hard to deal with while she's in the middle of relieving herself. So Clementine doesn't really have other options than going as fast as she can while enduring her achingly full bladder hoping that she could make it to the rest stop in time.
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    A desperate woman in the backseat of a car has to resort to pissing into a plastic bag or some sort of container before it is too late. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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    After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy
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  17. Just found this tik tok clip on twitter. A woman floods in her jeans while sitting in the passenger seat. Music over the audio unfortunately
  18. View File Powerful Spurts (SL-291 Clip) After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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    Hey guys these are the first 3 scenes from DLEE 383. Love the car wettings. I'll upload the other 3 when I have time.
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    [DLSL-342] In-car panic collective defecation mixed with diuretics! / 女子校生利尿剤混入 車内パニック集団お漏らし!! Schoolgirls are token in their teacher's car and are offered drinks. However, the drinks include diuretics. After a while, schoolgirls, initially glad, become unhapply and desperated. Unable to go to toilet, they can only hold their pee and hold again. However, finally, pees become out of their control. Being panic, and to let their weting not be discovered, girls pee into bottles, or lunch box! It seems that the network is fine recently. Maybe I can try to upload more videos. In recent one or two years, I've got some more videos. Although this video contains only 5 clips, all clips several girls and they all wet themselves. I very very like this video. Same as the video several days ago, this video is requested by @sesameopen. Enjoy~ ====================================== Productcode: DLSL-342 Downloadable: 2019/09/25 Shipping: 2019/10/09 Time: 130 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: Sharila 【JADE独占】※本編に顔モザイクはかかっておりません。 照りつける猛暑をいいことに生徒に利尿剤を混ぜた冷たい飲み物を飲ませ車で目的地まで送る教師。最初は笑顔溢れる元気な娘達だが徐々に利尿剤がききだし表情が曇りだす。股間を抑える手、震え出す体、ざわつき出す車内、そこに教師の怒号が飛ぶ!!尿意を必死に堪える生徒達だが遂に限界が来てしまい力尽きた尿道から温かいおしっこが溢れだす。バレないように慌ててペットボトルや弁当箱におしっこを入れる娘。車の窓を開け溢れだしたおしっこをすくい投げる2人の娘。利尿剤の効き目が強いのか車を降りてもトイレに駆け込む娘達など尿意に負けた娘達の問題作を是非お愉しみ下さいませ!!
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    While driving a desperate woman to her destination a taxi driver decides to take the long way/ make a bunch of unnecessary stops along the way to make her hold it for as long as possible before finally dropping her off so she can run over to the bathroom and just barley make it. Enjoy
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  22. Freya's Pee adventures 1.3 Welcome to the third Part of Freya's Pee adventures. Just for everyone new Here, the Girl in this Series is Freya: 18 Years Old 5'6 120 lbs Blond Hair Blue Eyes Tanned Skin Athletic Build Long Legs German Decent A Sprinter at her Local School From a Small Town in Iowa Freya Car Desperation and too busy shopping Saturday 7:30 a.m., early May. Today was Theresia's 20th birthday. Theresia planned to drive almost 4 hours with 2 of her friends and her younger sister Freya to then go shopping in the Mall of America. Freya was running late because she had a hard time choosing an outfit for today. It was her sister's birthday, after all. Freya had been up since 6:00 a.m. to get ready. Like Harley Quinn, she tied her blonde hair into two pigtails and wore matching make-up. But she wasn't sure about what to wear. Eventually she put on her black-silver fishnet pantyhose and a short black skirt over them. She threw on a crop top from her favorite band "Slipknot" and ran to her sister's car, which was already waiting. The sisters then picked up Theresia's friends Madision and Marie and drove the four hours towards the Mall of America. The drive was exhausting but the girls had a lot of fun on the road. Unfortunately, Freya forgot to go to the toilet before they left. Her bladder was filling at a rapid pace, but she didn't want to spoil the good mood with her emergency. Freya tried to suppress it and began to squirm in desperation. She didn't want to stop her sister again, so she suppressed her pressure. It was now 9:15 am and Freya was on the verge of peeing herself. She sat on her left heel and occasionally held her crotch for a moment without anyone noticing. Suddenly a gas station appeared in the distance and Madison begged Theresia to stop there so she could go to the toilet, Freya was also overjoyed but silently. The car stopped and Madison ran to the restrooms. Freya meanwhile stood in front of the locked door, and pee-danced from one foot to the other. Freya could hardly contain it, she slowly started to leak. But at the last moment Madison got out and she was able to get in. After almost 30 seconds, Freya was done and went back to the car. Freya felt so relaxed and free again. After her sister and Marie also went to the toilet, they continued the journey. while the two were in the bathroom, Madison and Freya went to buy some snacks and drinks. The four girls get back in the car and continue their journey. At 11:50 a.m., the four arrived at the Mall of America. The Mall of America is huge, it is the largest mall in the entire United States. So they had to come up with a plan that would benefit each of them. All four of them had different ideas of what they needed, but one thing they were all sure of was that they wanted new sportswear and swimwear. The first store the friends visited was the Nike store to find new sportswear. They stayed there for a long time and each of them bought several clothes. The girls got hungry and wanted to go to a restaurant to eat. After a brief discussion among themselves, they decided to go to the Chipotle . Luckily, Marie, who has been to the mall several times, knew the quickest way to get there. When they got there, they ate relaxed and discussed where to go next, Freya suggested just going in one direction and then see what comes up. This was actually just an attempt to break through the non-stop plan that Theresia and Marie had come up with. The reason for this was actually quite simple, Freya had to go to the toilet again. Freya usually had a pretty big bladder, but today she overfilled it with the amount she drank. She shifted on the edge of the chair and crossed her long legs tightly together. After each of them finished their drink, they moved on. The girls strolled from one store to the next. It wasn't easy for Freya to keep up with the others as she had to stop from time to time to either cross her legs or to hold her crotch. The others suspected nothing but it was only a matter of time before they became suspicious. She kept looking around frantically to find a toilet, but to her disappointment she couldn't find any. Eventually they find themselves in a JD Sports to shop for shoes. Freya was relieved there was a chance to sit down again without anyone getting suspicious. She quickly sat down on one of the stools and double-crossed her legs, also sliding her right hand between her thighs. When her sister Theresia saw this, she became suspicious, but she remained silent. When Marie and Madison were distracted for a moment, Theresia leaned down to her little sister, who just sat there looking at the shoes and asked her if she had to go to the toilet. Freya didn't say anything but it was clear that there was no other answer than yes. Freya realized that she couldn't sit around the entire time, so she stood up carefully and looked at the shoes while slowly walking around inside the store. Theresia noticed that Freya deliberately turned away from everyone else. At the same time, she saw Freya holding herself for a few seconds with a very worried look on her face. It was clear to her that her sister needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly and was doing everything she could to not go, but she wasn't sure why she was doing it. Theresia didn't care why her sister didn't go to the toilet, the only thing she wanted was that her younger sister didn't pee herself in public, which would be happening pretty soon at this rate. Freya had had enough, she couldn't take it anymore. She suggested going to a few other stores as well. So the girls walked on, but to Freya's disappointment, Madison and Marie wanted to go to every store they saw. The two found a cool fashion store and literally dragged the sisters in with them. Especially Marie thought the fashion in this shop was beautiful. But Theresia and Madison were also very interested and strolled through the aisles together. At the same time, Marie asked Freya if she wanted to go with her, but of course Freya couldn't say no. After several minutes, Marie finally found some dresses she wanted to try on, and the two then headed to the dressing rooms. "Finally a chance to sit again" thought Freya, who found it more and more difficult to walk normally by the minute. Freya sat down quickly but noticed that even sitting down was no longer comfortable for her. She double-crossed her legs as normally as possible and waited for Marie to finish changing. Marie gradually presented her dresses, but unfortunately none of the dresses were good. Suddenly, Freya felt a surge of urgency and felt the need to hold on to the crotch, but she couldn't do that with Marie around. She said that she found a dress for Marie somewhere, of course this was just an excuse. Freya quickly ran to a quiet corner and did everything she could to hold back the wave of desperation: Pee Dance, Crotch Holding, Leg Crossing while Standing, and Double Leg Crossing. Eventually she regained control and remembered why she was standing here at all, she wanted to get a dress for Marie. She looked around briefly and took some dress with her and pressed it into Marie's hand. She put it on immediately. Freya sat down and double-crossed her legs again.Freya waited impatiently until Marie came out. To Freya's surprise, Marie came out of the locker room with a beaming smile. The dress Freya chose for Marie was perfect. Marie took a quick critical look at herself in the mirror and then disappeared back into her cabin. She came out again shortly afterwards and asked Freya which clothes she prefers to wear. Freya, who was a bit surprised by this question, replied that she preferred to wear light blue skinny jeans or short white skirts. then she told Freya to just sit and wait for her. "Marie should be away for a little bit now" thought Freya as she uncrossed her double-crossed legs. Freya dug her hands deep into her crotch, but quickly realized that this wasn't enough. She crossed her right leg over her left to exert additional counter-pressure on her bladder, but this only helped to a limited extent. In her bladder was a dam of pee that was about to rupture. She took a quick look around the store to make sure no one saw her in this urgent condition, she was just embarrassed. To her surprise she saw her sister who to be honest also looked like she needed to go to the toilet. She stood in front of a clothes rack with her legs tightly crossed. But this sight made Freya even more urgent, she slowly pulled her right leg back and tucked it behind her left. A few seconds later Marie came back, she had a very short white skirt in one hand and in her other a pair of very tight jeans. Freya knew where this was going, she went into the changing room in front of her and tried on both things. First she tried on the skirt, Freya was usually a fan of short skirts and pants but this skirt was too short even for her. She then tried on the pants, which surprisingly fitted perfectly right away, but she didn't like the dark blue color that much. She asked Marie if she could look for the jeans in light blue. For those 5 minutes, Freya was distracted from her extreme urgency, but now that she was alone again, she realized that she was about to pee herself. But she knew her bubble would burst at any second. She simply accepted that there was no other way out for her. She ripped off her pants and pulled down her pantyhose. Not a second later her bladder began to empty itself. It was a relieving feeling, she had never had to do it so badly for so long before. Luckily the carpet under her legs soaked up every single ounce of her pee. She quickly got dressed and left the dressing room as if nothing happened. The End
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    An old video of TAM TAM SOUTH driving around while holding her pee for as long as she can before pulling over to get some much needed relief. I've looked on here to see if this was already uploaded or not but I couldn't find it so MABYE this is new to Omo.org. Enjoy
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  24. View File TAM TAM SOUTH Desperate Drive An old video of TAM TAM SOUTH driving around while holding her pee for as long as she can before pulling over to get some much needed relief. I've looked on here to see if this was already uploaded or not but I couldn't find it so MABYE this is new to Omo.org. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female  
  25. View File Car Desperation vids A desperate woman in the backseat of a car has to resort to pissing into a plastic bag or some sort of container before it is too late. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/25/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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